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Just woke up from a very cool dream about a not so distant future flying structure that can house millions of people in emergency situations. It's shaped and moves horizontally like spindle with three orbiting rings, sort of like a space station. It can remain inside our atmosphere and make large circles around a disaster area for extended periods of time, or enter outer space if needed. It has capability of traveling very fast or sort of hovering, similar to a flying saucer. It can travel to any part of the world very quickly to reach the cite of an emergency and board people very fast. Though I never saw how people boarded the craft. It's like a giant mobile relief space/aircraft equipped with state of the art hospital facilities as well as being a mobile city, with restaurants, theaters, shopping, and living areas.

In my dream a huge tornado devastated a city built up along this huge cliff over the sea, and the infrastructure was severely damaged. The areas that weren't wiped out by the storm were in danger of collapsing into the sea. So the satellite, which was what I called it in the dream, flew onto the scene and quickly loaded people to get them to safety or the medical care they needed. The craft not only provides emergency medical care to injured survivors, but also removes anyone else, injured or not, from the disaster area...keeping it uncluttered and providing the opportunity for quicker rebuilding of the damaged areas.



It will take action and come to the relief in any disaster situation, natural like storms, earthquakes, volcanic eruptions, tsunamis...but also terrorist attacks and such. Keeping injured people and survivors clear of ground zero affords better rescue efforts and more efficient clean up and rebuilding by government services. Somehow I have no doubt that something like this will exist in the not so distant future.

I was aboard the craft, sitting in a huge open space that was sort of like the food court at the mall, but larger and fully lined with windows to see out to the clouds. An enormous movie screen was playing the latest pixar movie, while other smaller screens on the side of the large screen had such things as sports, news, etc. for others to watch. Everything was very clean and bright and futuristic.

I woke up and tried to rememeber my dreams, but the only thing i could remember was the pokemon abandon lonliness (there is supposed to be no 'E'). maybe because i watched it last night

I remember leaving a simple house and walking on brown grass with a black sky. There were wisps of fog here and there

This is one of my
Five-Star Dreams

Type: DILD.
Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

A nice, detailed lucid that has to be one of my longest ones ever! I didn't do anything too epic in this dream except for a cool slow-motion sequence and a whole lot of observations, just to get back into the swing of things (I didn't want to try teleporting in this one, and unfortunately, I totally forgot about having a shared dream with members of the IOSDP).

I was in a room that was about fifteen by ten feet; it had tan-colored brick walls and dark, faded hardwood flooring. I'm surprised I could find a picture that depicts close to what the room looked like! It looked like the one on the right; I have adjusted the colors and saturation to how it appeared in the dream. It was darkly lit by one yellow lightbulb in the center of the varnished concrete ceiling, hanging from a short but twisted cord. The glow of pale yellow light was steady and unabated but it was still pretty dark. In the middle of one of the shorter walls was a normal, closed wooden door that was painted white. Against the opposite wall, and again right in the middle, there was a double bed. It had a metal frame with one rounded metal piece for a headboard, and reminded me of a crib. On top was a soft, plush white bedspread that was thicker than a duvet. Room in a psych hospital, perhaps?

I was lying on this bed, on my stomach with my head turned over to the right. There was no pillow; I was just resting on top of the bedspread with my head in the covers. Then, I suddenly felt extremely relaxed and almost felt like I was going to fall right through the bed - sleep paralysis. However, in the dream, I regarded sleep paralysis as a terrifying, mental abnormality that shouldn't happen to anyone. I sensed an unknown figure made of black smoke walk over to my bedside and stick a small, very thin needle into my arm, right where I'd receive a shot at the doctor's.

I freaked out; my breathing became erratic and fast, which was very realistic for being in a dream. The episode ended shortly after, when the needle was removed from my arm. I burst out from the bed and ran to the door; I recall the hardwood floor being extremely smooth, without any spaces between the boards or indents. I opened the door to a whole other section of building. This wasn't an insane asylum or anything, but a house that was positioned right next to my school! I had emerged from the room with the bed, into a short, wider hallway which opened up into a central area. This was the second floor. There was a set of crappy-looking, broken stairs going up to a single-room third floor, and a set at the end of the room that went down to the first floor. They looked like they disappeared into the wall, though, because there wasn't enough room for the staircase to change directions. Below is the basic layout of the floor, along with a shaded section for the third floor above it.

The whole place was lit normally. The floor had nice, lighter hardwood and some accent rugs here and there, all rectangular in shape. Although the stairs leading up to the third floor (closed off by a metal door at the top of these stairs) were broken and cracking, and the set going to the first floor were concrete and didn't match the rest of the floor, the place had a warm atmosphere. I felt welcomed. However, I had to tell someone about what I just experienced while lying on the bed.

There were many people in the open room here; one person was at a round table made of polished wood, like you'd see in a small kitchen. There was also a group of six or seven people clustered around two windows on the far wall. They were large and slightly rectangular (horizontally) in shape, and if you were to look outside, you'd see the parking lot for my school, and the school off to the left. The house and school were connected. Outside, it was dark. Nighttime. The door on the wall adjacent to the two windows led to a relatively large bathroom.

Among the cluster of people, I saw a rather grizzled man with pale peach skin that had almost a grey tone to it.

"Hey," I said, slightly desperate and afraid.

He turned around to face me and walked over to where I was standing. I knew this man was very kind and didn't think for one time that he was weird or off-putting, although in a real life situation, I may have avoided him.

I started to talk. "I..."

Midway through my sentence, I suddenly became aware. "Whoa... holy crap. Am I dreaming?" I asked, stupefied and excited. I did a nose-plug reality check to confirm this, and my lucidity went up a bit more. For fun, I looked at the man, using dream control to make him answer the way I wanted him to.

"Am I really dreaming?" I asked, and he answered, throwing his arms up. "Yes!" he said excitedly.

"Awesome! ...Awesome!" I exclaimed and almost ran off without stabilizing or doing any thinking. I stopped myself and started to reason out what I'd do in this dream. "Maybe I should try and get to an airport." But then, I thought the better of it and decided to save that for a time when I was a bit more lucid, and maybe when I was in a brighter location. After all, it was nighttime outside, and in the past I've had difficulties teleporting to daytime areas when I was in a dark area.

"Stabilization. See how long the dream will last if I do lots of stabilization." I thought for a moment. "The bathroom," I then said, chuckling. "There'll be lots of stuff in there!"

I forgot all about the people, simply skipping past them and feeling how weird gravity felt. It didn't feel like I was being pulled down to the floor quite as much, but I wasn't floating at all; I simply felt a bit less heavy. The door to the bathroom was open, so I just pushed it open more and walked inside. The floor was pretty gross - it was made of colorful yellow tiles, each probably only two or three inches across, with dust in the grout between each of them. There were pale stains along the floor from water, or something. I really didn't want to know. Altogether, the room was a good 10x10 feet, with a long, single white bathtub on the right that had a long, white clear shower curtain to match. The curtain was half-open. The walls of the bathroom were beige and also had very faint stains, which I guessed were from water. In front of me, at the end of the room was a sink. The left wall, adjacent to the one that had the sink in front of it, had the toilet against it. The toilet was the cleanest thing in the bathroom, but I didn't notice an opening to the siphon or plumbing. It just looked like a big, toilet-shaped bowl (ignore the irony there).

I walked to the sink. Above it was a mirror, which was probably double the width of the sink with a fancy gold rim around it; this rim was a bit rusty and lightly scratched in some patches. I looked into it and saw myself - I looked as normal as I could have; I thought it was maybe just a trick of the dream and when I were to wake up, I'd realize I looked totally off, but upon closer observation, nothing changed. I looked like I did in real life, with the exception of my hair. It was slightly shorter than it should've been. I took my attention away from my face and looked past it to the rest of the room; I saw the door behind me, and the toilet on the... right? What?

I raised my eyebrow and turned around. The room had gotten smaller; now it was the side of a normal small bathroom. The toilet was now on the right of the sink instead of the left, and the room was half as long and wide as it was before. The door was mere feet away from me; I'm guessing about six or seven.

"Cool."

I then expected a shelf to be on the left wall. Turning to the left, I saw a thinner, rectangular white plank of wood coming out from the wall. On it were toiletries; I remember seeing Colgate toothpaste and a toothbrush, along with a men's electric razor. I picked up the toothpaste and it felt like a rock; the white and red tube didn't seem squeezable so I just put it in my right hand and rolled it around for a few moments. I ran my left hand against the wall and felt small bumps, like tiny pieces of grit and stones had been trapped behind the wallpaper. It tickled my hand so I took it off, and then I dropped the toothpaste. I then decided to get (slightly) creative and lick the wall. I did this and it didn't taste like anything. I then knelt down and licked the floor, figuring there was no harm in doing it, no matter how nasty it may have been. The floor didn't taste like anything either. I moved my tongue around and said "bleh". Getting up, laughing as I did, I then smelled the air. I picked up a trace of sandpaper, but that was it.

After sticking my nose out to smell the air, I rubbed my hands together and looked at them. I counted six fingers on my left hand, but it looked like it only had five, so I counted them again. It was a bit of a mind-bleep. My right hand was very weird; it had five fingers but my thumb was missing the middle segment; it just had the base part and the end where the fingernail was! Yuck! I was able to move it like normal after I stopped looking at it, though, as if it was back to the way it should've been. Finally, I stopped to hear any sounds I could pick up on. I heard very quiet, muffled windchimes, but although the sound was distant, it felt like it was coming from all around me. The sound was quiet enough not to bother me though, and it seemed to stop once I started heading back to the open door of the bathroom. I was now in the main room again, and the lighting had changed - all the lights were off, and the only source of light was from the moon outside, coming in through the windows. It was rather pretty, but...

"Wow..." I said, a bit frustrated. "There is no way I'm going to change this to daytime." I walked to one of the two windows; more specifically the one on the right, closest to the wooden table, and looked through the glass. It was surprisingly clear. I saw the parking lot, but it was two stories down. I also noticed there were no longer any people around in the room.

I shrugged and rested my hand on the glass, gradually pushing harder on it until the whole piece of glass just fell down onto the ground. I then stepped up onto the windowpane, first with my right foot and then my left, and pushed off, jumping into the air. I didn't float at all for once, and simply fell back down really quickly like what would happen in real life, then landed on the asphalt with a low-pitched thud that almost sounded like breaking glass. I then looked to the left; in the moonlit darkness I saw the large front entrance to my school, so I began walking towards it.

Halfway there, I stopped to look up at the sky and I saw the moon, which was in a relatively normal location. Looking up even further, almost so that I didn't see anything on the ground anymore, I saw some tiny stars that were almost faded away completely. There were a few turquoise-colored streaks of clouds, which were also hard to spot. Most of them were near where the moon was. I didn't see a lot of details on the face of the moon itself; it was really just a white circle with some very light gray blots on it. I put my finger in front of the moon and dragged it downwards, towards the earth. I expected the sun to come up in turn, and for the entire sky to get brighter. However, even though the moon moved with my finger, the sun didn't come up and only a patch of sky above the school got brighter. Then again, I'd never been very good at changing the sky.

"Brighten the sky," I shouted commandingly. Nothing happened.

"Whatever, be that way," I said in the tone a parent would say to an unruly child, and waved my hand off towards the sky. I walked to the school and when I got there, I opened the furthest left of four wide doors that each consisted of only a metal frame and a big pane of glass. The door wasn't locked, but it would've been in waking life. I walked into the atrium, which was the main area of the school that spanned upwards for three stories, and led to, essentially, all the different classrooms.

The main section of the school, right when you walk in, consists of a large, long atrium with a triangular glass roof, which allows for much light to enter the school, making it fairly airy and bright. Classrooms are on the left and right of this atrium, and near the entrance there's a large set of stairs on the right, just before the classrooms begin. The main tones in the building include light beige, light eggshell blue tiles, and accents of paler turquoise, such as on the window frames and stair handles.

The place was actually lit very well; I looked up through the glass roof and saw the dark night sky, but didn't care, so long as I could see inside the building, which was bright. I passively traveled down the atrium and saw many different people walking around, but I didn't recognize anyone in particular. However, since I knew that I couldn't get to an airport and create an amazing chase scenario from here, immediately I decided that I just wanted to raise hell in this dream, by any means necessary. At this point, I'm not even sure if I cared whether I woke up or not. This dream was already longer than the majority of my other lucids, and I knew this.

I crossed my arms and stood in the middle of the area for a couple moments. I wanted to fight and bring a whole mass of bad guys down on me.

My gaze then flicked to the side as I imagined (without actually hearing anything) a twig snapping outside the school entrance. I breathed out quickly, acting like I'd been surprised, and then widened my eyes as I heard a group of men entering the atrium behind me, through the glass doors I'd just gone through. I spun around and, without visualization at all, saw that they were wearing dark gray and black S.W.A.T. outfits.

"Man, I'm sick of these S.W.A.T. teams," I said, out of character for a moment and just complaining about the dream.

"Oh well," I then said in a lighter tone. Back in character again, I saw a man in the middle hold a gun up to eye level and shuffle a few steps towards me. The gun he was holding looked like it was made entirely of lightweight metal, almost exactly like the one on the left. He was aiming for me and before I could do anything dream control-wise, he shot at me. I jumped up and curved backwards, just in time as the slower-than-normal bullet whizzed right underneath me. My jumping movement was fast, but as I arced backwards it became slow motion, which was an amazing sensation. I wasn't paying attention to the man who shot me anymore, and was simply taking note of how when I tried to move my arms, it would be like moving through a viscous liquid. I didn't try to move my legs, which felt like they were numb and floating. The slow-motion sequence ended in about ten seconds and instead of continuing to curl backwards and end with a backflip, I kicked my legs from in front of me to underneath me, and I landed upright.

I looked at the men and raised my chin, daring them to shoot again, but the dream faded.

I was in a harbor town. The sky was this impossibly beautiful shade of blue, it was just barely past realistic. It wasn't a cloudless day, so the few that were there were beautiful. I'm by the sea. The water is this stunning shade of light blue. Like you see in pictures in resort brochures. It's the type of blue you expect an indoor pool complex at a five-star hotel to have. The sea is never this clean. On this concrete pier. There's a shop behind me with this bright red canopy. I can hear people laughing, the temperature is perfect.

Then there are tremors. Small at first but the I begin to see cracks in the concrete. The laughing becomes screaming. The world seems to be swaying, tipping from side to side. So I jump.

I dive into the water headfirst. I dive impossibly fast. Everything around me is a blur. The sounds of screaming and falling buildings is overwhelmed by the rushing water. As I get my bearings and slow down, I see hit the ocean floor. It isn't earth the though. It's ceramic. Like the bottom of a pool. I take a quick look around. That same shade of light blue is everywhere. There are no fish, no plants. Only endless ceramic.

I can feel the cold glaze on the balls of my feet. The water is warm and there's a stark contrast. I don't remember taking off my shoes. I bend my legs and push off the floor. I shoot up. Insanely quickly. I launch out of the water but gravity never takes hold of me again. I'm flying. The wind has whipped off any dampness and now it's only me. I don't see a city, a sea, people...nothing. Only more sky. The feeling is beautiful. Flying.

After a bit I can feel myself losing the dream. I start to feel gravity pulling again. Even worse, I begin to feel the warmth of my blankets. I close my eyes and fight for stability. I open my eyes again and I'm in control again. But I begin to fall. Not straight down, like a rock, but I glide down, like a bird.

I break the cloud layer and I see this rocky terrain. It's hard dirt littered with rocks and the occasional weed. I ready my legs and I hit the ground running. The only thing in my mind is the urge to be in the air again. I want to fly. I'm running so fast. I'm barefoot still and the I can feel every pebble and grain of dirt against my skin. I'm hitting some larger rocks, and my feet begin to stumble. There is a dense fog all around me. I can't see further than meters in any direction. I'm determined to fly again though, and I don't lose much speed. I keep jumping as I run. But I can't get any lift. At one point I jump almost ten meters in the air and I panic as I fall to the ground. I'm not in control of my legs, they're running on their own. The ground begins to slope up in front of me. It's a hill at first but it starts getting steep. Not long after I'm almost vertical. I give myself one more mental push and I'm launched in the air once more. I break the cloud layer again and I'm greeted with the beautiful blue sky once again. Time slows as I watch the sun and beautiful cloudscape before me.

I can feel my self falling again. But this time, I feel no anxiety or apprehension. I feel the clouds rush past me once more as I hurtle to the floor. I can see the wasteland again. The rocks I stumbled over, screaming towards my face.

I wake up.

Type: DILD.
Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

Two hours after waking up today, I took a nap, because I was hoping to enter SP and have a WILD. Instead, I fell asleep normally and then entered multiple false awakenings. What happened next was one of the longest and most effed-up dreams I've had. When I woke up, I did a record amount of reality checks. Where in the world did this come from, why is my subconscious so demented, and why did it have to happen when I was attempting a WILD?

It was afternoon. I was outside, and the sky overhead looked normal for the time of day. I was walking along the right side of my house, sandwiched between the house and a long, straight wooden fence that extended down it. This fence was ashen in colour and seasoned-looking, with uneven, ragged boards that were slightly pointed on top. There was green grass everywhere, and the exterior of the house itself was made of ruddy red bricks with light-coloured cement in between. I was headed to the backyard, where I "knew" the house's garage would be. When I rounded the back corner of the house and reached the yard, it was an extremely strange setup.

There was the same, tall wooden fence as the one along the side of the house, but this one was much taller, probably twenty feet tall. It fenced in the entire yard on three sides, then connected to the fence I'd just walked along. Because of the yard fence's height, it blocked out the view of everything outside the yard, although I could see tall, normal-looking trees going at least ten feet past the height of the fence. The presence of the ridiculously tall fence and trees caused it to become darker in the yard, since there wasn't as much room for light to get in.

I looked to the left, at the yard. There was just straight brick on the house; there were no doorways or anything to get in and out. There was just more slightly-overgrown grass, and the garage. This garage was painted white and looked rustic; a few patches of paint here and there were flaking off. The garage door was open, but I didn't see any cars.

Then, someone from my school's graduating class walked out. I recognized her immediately, and she looked normal - she had long dark brown hair, freckles, and blue eyes. I had invited her over, and now it was time for her to leave. I smiled and waved as she walked past me, leaving through where I'd just come from.

Then, I saw my dad walk up beside me.

"Hey [Puffin], can you help me for a sec?" His voice sounded a bit muffled. I didn't think this was odd.

He led me down the right side of the house, where I had entered the yard from. Once we got past it, the area wasn't the front yard or driveway of a house like you'd expect; instead, it was another backyard. The setup for this part is very hard to explain because of how complex it was. The side of the house we'd just walked down opened up into a square-shaped lot (probably 60x60 feet), completely closed-in by the same tall fence, and on the other side of the fence you could see more trees. A few of these trees even arced over the fence and above the yard a little; their branches and trunks were thick and gnarled. However, they didn't cast any discernible shadows of their own; the whole yard was just in one solid pale shadow, darker than the back yard. The terrain of this yard slanted up five or six feet towards the back of the lot, especially on the left side.

In the middle of this yard, leaving three or four feet on each side for walkspace, was a big hole. The edges of this hole were smoothed out, and covered in grass, but then it steeply dropped off into blackness; it was very, very deep. Sometime when I was walking along the house, my dad had gone past me and ended up on the other side of the hole, in the far left corner of the yard where the ground was the most raised. Apparently he wanted to return to my side, but now the yard was littered with big, wide boards of slightly-destroyed wood. Most of them were irregularly-shaped, like the random pieces of paper a kid cuts out with scissors. My dad couldn't just walk around this field of wood, because they were filling the yard all the way up to the fence. But in the hole, there was a possible way to cross it. There were two very, very tall grey rocks with flat tops floating in the hole. Connecting the two rocks was a large, flat piece of dry grey wood. There were two other wood planks, and this created a bridge across the whole.

On the middle plank, there was also a big, triangular-shaped rock that must have been four feet tall. It looked like it weighed a ton. My dad slowly made his way onto the planks (which wobbled a lot, and he held out his arms for balance, but he didn't look concerned). Once he reached the middle plank, he pushed the rock down into the big hole without any effort, and it disappeared. There was no way he'd be able to push it in real life.

I decided to check in for the day and sleep. I walked away a few steps and looked at the brick wall of the house. Unlike before, when I saw no doors, now there was a basic white door with a gold doorknob. I opened it and walked into blackness. As I walked forward a few steps, I felt slightly numb, losing feeling in my body as I sometimes do when I'm lucid and the dream ends. And I did become slightly lucid at this point! However, the dream scene changed.

I woke up in bed. But not really; it was a false awakening. I couldn't see anything around me because my eyes were still closed, but I knew the room was spacious and had a high ceiling that was painted beige, as were the walls. I knew the bed was an antique, with polished wood with fine details and rich colouration. I knew the bed had white bedsheets and a thicker white quilt on top of that. I was on top of the covers, lying on my left side.

Immediately, I "knew" I was awake and resolved to DEILD. I breathed normally and stayed still. Although the third breath was a bit quicker and deeper than the others, which usually stops my DEILD attempts, I managed to get small vibrations rolling up and down my body. In the center of my vision, I saw a light blue square that was blurring in an outwards direction (almost like a tunnel). It expanded, and a blurry, pale scene formed in front of me. There were very abstract, blurry, dark grey shapes of people's heads and some desks. The only colors in this scene were darker, pale blue and greys. The scene then started to fade slowly as I started to fail the DEILD.

As the scene faded, taking about ten seconds, I saw a very clear image in my mind's eye - it was a shoulders-and-up shot of a beautiful woman holding a baby up against her shoulder, one hand resting on the back of its head. I heard a woman's voice narrating something along the lines of, "most mothers prefer to hold their baby with two hands if they are pregnant." It was nonsensical but I didn't realize it.

Once that image faded, I was back in bed with my eyes closed. I thought, 'let's try this one more time'.

I managed to get the blurry square again, but it was darker than before and disappeared quickly, leaving me lying in bed again. I laid there on my left side for a few moments and breathed out normally. But I didn't get any results.

Then I opened my eyes, giving up. I blinked once and looked up at the ceiling. Then, I suddenly heard an incredibly high-pitched, desperate scream, like something straight of a nightmare. It said, "don't look up!", and the "up" drew itself out into a long scream of its own. In the next instant, I was still looking at the ceiling, the yellow colors and window briefly flashed white like a camera had gone off, and I heard one of those sounds like in a horror film - it's like the sound wind makes when a big truck drives past you on the highway, minus all the mechanical wheel and actual truck noises. When everything was white, I saw the bright green outline of a tall church steeple, leaning over towards the right. This was in the corner of my vision. The 'outline' was most like someone had taken a simple photo and inverted the colors, so the blacks were white and the other stuff was green.

The flash only lasted a moment, and then as the whiteness and church faded, I felt a momentary 'shift' or acceleration downwards, although I didn't actually move from the bed at all. It was like an invisible force had come into effect and was spiritually trying to pull me down. Then, I felt a hand strongly press me down into the bed, and roll me over onto my stomach, with the left side of my face pressed right against the bed. I couldn't see anything. At some point my vision had stopped working and everything had gone a dark, dark brown. My back was suddenly exposed and uncovered as I laid there, and then I felt a sharp blade slowly going into my back, dragging slowly along my rib. It started about four inches below my right shoulder blade, tracing along that rib. The knife was excruciatingly painful as it slowly cut its way through my skin, which seemed to give too much resistance to be realistic, but that only made it worse. I had never felt this much pain in a dream before. The cut went down along the skin and stopped when it got to the very side of my body. All the while, I was paralyzed, and I screamed like crazy.

For a second, I became almost semi-lucid, and I broke free of the paralysis, but when I moved it, was like my bones were stiff and gelled together or something. I turned around, a bit more onto my back and looked at what was doing this. It was a hooded figure, with a black robe like the grim reaper, and surrounded in something like grey smoke. There was a thin, lighter brown woven cord loosely coiled three or four times around his neck; this cord was made of long brown hair! I wasted no time and growled at this creature and attempted to kick him away, but I couldn't move my legs anymore. I tried to punch him, but I was totally paralyzed again.

He turned me over and proceeded to cut another line into me, slightly further down my body along the next rib. It was really painful. This cut lasted about seven seconds, slightly less than the first, but then I felt another one, a bit further down still. The whole time, I screamed, and as the last cut ended, I saw a flash of another brief image: my vision turned a solid yellow, and I saw three abstract curves that were larger on one end and smaller on the other. The three lines gradated from red to dark brown, almost black, and only took up about a tenth of the total area of my vision; they appeared off near the left side.

For a brief moment during the cuts, I was aware of my sister lying on the bed beside me, and she said something like, "I told you so", but I can't remember the exact words. The words she said were laced with pain as if she was getting cut, too.

The dream finally ended, and when I woke up, I could feel residual stinging in my back. I didn't get up immediately, nervous that I'd entered another FA. It took a lot of RCs and a few minutes of lying stock-still in bed before I could get up and shake things out.

Type: DILD.
Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

Notes:
This dream was extremely clear, and I completed the basic July ToTM very early, which is awesome. I didn't get to do much regarding the MDP, because I wasn't thinking clearly about how to change the scenery for it.

It was early in the morning. I was outside, and observed that the sky was slightly darker blue, and I could see yellow and orange tones scattered throughout it, not uniformly gradating from the horizon like the colors would do in real life. For the most part, it wasn't too realistic and looked more like a digital painting. Myself, I was standing on a rather unimportant, low-rise hill (about three feet above ground level); it was exactly like one you'd find along the side of a highway. This hill went along the side of, and curved down toward a fairly small parking lot that was only twenty or so spaces wide, and three or four rows deep. Past this long and rather skinny parking lot was the entrance to an amusement park.

This entrance had a tan-colored stucco exterior, and was very simple in appearance: merely a large, light gray rectangular slab that was sat upon four square pillars, which were made of tan stucco. Between each pillar was a turnstile. Extending from either side of the entrance was a brick wall, probably only six or seven feet tall, with big, neat square holes filled with clear glass, almost like windows. On the other side, you could see rides. I can't remember what kinds I saw when I walked over to the entrance. I walked in between the second and third pillar, not stopping at the kiosk to my right to purchase a ticket. Instead, I kept walking until I was only four or five feet from the brick wall.

I looked down at the ground to see a small square hole. The hole went right down into the ground, arcing slightly forward, until it opened up to the ground on the other side. It was strange, because if you were to look down the hole (which was only twelve or thirteen feet, by one foot, by one foot - very tight to get through!) and looked at the gravelly ground, it was lit rather brightly, as if the other side of the fence dropped off to a small cliff, and the ground I was standing on was actually hanging above another area underneath. The hole was lined by thin metal sheets that somewhat smoothed out the insides of it; it almost looked like the inside of an air duct.

This was the entrance to the park. I knelt down and put my two legs in it; I then used my arms to try and push myself downwards, in a pretty poor attempt to get through. I got a few feet into it, but then stopped at my hips because the thing was just too tight to get my butt through. "This is so freaking stupid," I muttered, and pulled myself out with a bit of effort.

As I turned around, [B]I became lucid and did a nose-plug RC to confirm the dream state. I could breathe; this time, I noticed the air was relatively cool instead of neutral like it usually is. But it wasn't cold outside at all; I couldn't even feel the temperature! Immediately after finishing the reality check, I remembered to do the July Task of the Month. As I walked through the parking lot and back towards the hill, I resolved to summon a harmonica. I used basic dream control tactics and "knew" that I was wearing a hoodie (taking objects out of pant pockets often don't seem to work for me), and I also imagined the feeling of pushing my hand into the right pocket, and the reluctant stretch of the fabric. I expected a harmonica to be there.

I could feel the texture of the shirt pocket as I took out a very plain, all-metal harmonica. It was a fairly flat, rectangular piece of steel with slightly rounded corners and a good number of holes on the side, something like 12 or 14 circular ones. The surface was pretty scratched-up, like how the steel back of an older ipod has those light, shallow scratches. I put it up to my mouth and breathed lightly into it, listening to the sound I generated. The tune was simply four notes blended together nicely. Low tone, medium tone, low, low, and then high. It didn't quite have the harsh sound of a harmonica, but the sound was softer and almost echoed.

"Yeah!" I said excitedly, trying to keep myself from getting too excited. Then, I stopped at the foot of the hill and decided to try and continue the MDP, but then thought better of it. I was nowhere near the location I needed, and my dream-self didn't remember that I could just open a door or fly to the location I needed to be in. I decided to leave that for another dream.

I 'woke up' into a false awakening.

I've been attempting WILDs for a couple of weeks now, but keep getting stuck in transition because of persistent hypnic jerks, something that has always happened in the past when I've non-purposefully started slipping into REM sleep while still more-or-less lucid/conscious. But, I have frequently in the past (particularly in the morning, if I go back to sleep after my alarm has gone off) gone straight to REM sleep without any problems, so I thought I would try a "WILD" without making a conscious effort to remain lucid, and was kind of successful...

Non-dream
Dream
Semi-Lucid
Lucid

(Some things happened before this, but I can't quite remember what they were) I am lying face down in a puddle, and hear a male voice reminding me that I'm trying to attempt a WILD, but I'm not quite there yet. That voice gradually morphs into my own voice, which is sometimes coming from an outside source, and sometimes coming from me. I get up and start walking forward with a great deal of difficulty (dream logic said that this was because Sleep Paralysis was setting in) I'm keeping my eyes half closed so I don't wake myself up, and every now and then stop at a "landmark" (tree, road, etc.) and tell myself I need to "save my place" by doing some sort of action (like breaking a branch) so that if I wake up, I'll be able to go directly back to that spot when I start attempting to WILD again. (What???) I get to a large stone wall, and the male voice from the beginning of my dream tells me that there is a small door in the bottom of the wall, and that when I crawl through it, I will be in my dream. I locate the door (which is really just a small hole) and wiggle through it.

After I crawl through the hole, I find myself on some sort of medium-sized rocky hill. To my right is a forest, and to my left is the beach at my cottage. (this was good, I wanted to attempt this month's challenge of diving to a ship wreck and collecting treasure. My plan had been to go to my cottage, because I know it quite well and frequently dream that I'm there, so I figured it wouldn't take a whole lot of effort to keep the dream world from falling apart if I went there) The sky is very dark and cloudy, and looks like it is going to rain. I want it to be nice and bright, and try to will the clouds to go away. This doesn't work, so I wave my hand at them like I'm half fanning half brushing them away, and they fall away down beyond the horizon. It's not quite as bright as I would like it, so I wave my hand again upward like I'm trying to pull something up, and the sun rises behind me and shoots across the sky, too far so it's right on the opposite horizon and the sky is red like at sunset. I "pull" the sun up slowly this time, but then think no, maybe I'd like it better at sunset, and push it back down. I play around with this for a few minutes until I'm happy with the colour of the sky and the position of the sun. I look out across the water, and think that, rather than attempting the challenge of the month, I'd like to recreate the land from the fantasy novel I'm writing (ARRRRG, NO! Stop changing your mind once you're in the dream *slaps dream self... again*) . I look up at the sky and think "castle" and when I look down, the forest is still there, but the beach and water have been replaced by rolling hills and a castle in the distance. But... rather than being the impressive castle in the side of a mountain I had imagined for my novel, it looks like one of those "fairy princess" castle made of paper towel rolls and paper cones, all bright pinks and yellows. Yuck. I decide to at least change the colour to something more reasonable, and wave my hand over it a few times until the colour changes to more muted browns and greens (still not what I want, but close enough). I look around and realize that everything is much darker and fuzzier than it should be, as though my eyes were half close. So, I make the brilliant decision to open my eyes wider...

... And open them in real life. ("Crap!")

Just as a note: This whole dream was in anime form. I was riding in a air balloon to go visit a kingdom in the sky to visit my friend(who is also the princess of the kingdom). So I arrive and land the air balloon and when I step off, the princess comes from nowhere and jumps at me and gives me a hug and I hug her back(Although when I think back on this, isn't jumping at someone near the edge of a floating kingdom thousands of feet above the ground a bad idea? -.-'). She then grabs my hand and takes me to meet her other friends. There are 6 of them, all them are also royalty from nearby kingdoms(I was the only non-royal in the group). We hang out in the kingdom for the rest of the day(although i don't remember what we did) and tomorrow the princess wanted to go down to the city below and shop and stuff like that. The next day, I was making a dark yu-gi-oh deck(why, i have no clue. it has been awhile since i had seen anything yu-gi-oh related). Then I went off to where we were supposed to meet up. But one of the guys was blocking the door and he was with the princess. He then slammed her into and through the door(which was made out of glass and wood). She has some glass imbedded in her arms and body and was bleeding some but was otherwise ok somehow. I immediately take on the guy, but he didn't fight like a human(im guessing a demon or some screwed up experiment). He clawed at me with actual claws and when i tried grabbing him from behind, he twisted his head 180 degrees and slashed at my chest. Eventually though, I killed the guy.(I don't remember how though). I fight the rest of them, one after another as well, but I don't remember much of it at all. I do remember a butler helped me against the last of them, some girl. When it was all over, my shirt and chest had been shredded and soaked in blood but I felt fine. The princess ran to me and I held her as she cried. I do not remember a lot of the dream and some parts I just made up some stuff so it would flow better, I am not sure if what I put in those spots are accurate or not.

I don't remember where this dream started, I can only remember an extremely memorable part, and a related part afterwards. I was on this dock that was coming up out of the ocean, it stood about 30 feet above the water. There was this chinese-style serpent dragon that opened its mouth and bit down on me. I recall it having a pink body with green horns. When it closed its mouth around me, it was like I was riding inside of him, I could see out of him because he was transparent.. He rocketed up into the sky off of the dock and then dove down into the ocean. I could feel my stomach dropping as we fell. He then launched back out into the air and we fell again. We did this several times. I had concluded that this was a "ride" like at a carnival or something. Later in my dream, I told my mom that I had gone on the craziest ride inside of a dragons mouth, she didn't believe me lol.

I had a dream several nights ago but I cannot remember when now or what the dream was about, but I woke up with the following image in my head:

I am floating in space close to the moon. It is full and bright and has three feather hanging from it like a dreamcatcher. Beside the moon is a window shaped like a turtle, through which I can see a bright blue daytime sky filled with fluffy white clouds.

This image has stayed with me very vividly for days now, and I am currently trying to paint it.

...

Okay, finished. Acrylic on painting board. It took me four days to paint. Click on the image for a larger version:

i Had 2 lucid dreams today.

i can't remember a lot about them, i had no paper so i didn't write any key words.

the first one started at my place:

My grandma was looking at the sky, there was full moon and the whole sky was purple
i realized i was dreaming, i moved a chair with telekinesis.
I said something like "change location: school" everything went black... i said "lumus" like in HP so i could see where i was. It was some kind of school.


the second one:

I woke up from the first lucid dream, i saw the sky through the window and it was purple. i heard a voice saying "you know this place and something is not right" then i saw a gas station in front of the house (it is not there in real life) so i realized i was dreaming again. ( false awakening )
I started rubbing my hands, i saw a men walking to the gas station and the voice said "he is going to start a fire!"
i created a shield made of ice, the gas station exploted and the shield melted but we were all right.

i went to where the gas station was, there was the dude...
the dream started to collapse so i tried with a voice command "increase lucity".
it worked and i got closer, the dude now looked a lot like catherine tate and she started to attack me... i made "the sylar move" and extracted her brain, turned it into a burger and ate it.

a silent hill like creature appeared and ate the corpse and it was going to attack me but then i woke up.







that's it

05.01.2011

Luner Discovery (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I walk outside to see a large rust colored moon on the edge of the horizon to the north west. I look towards the south west and notice another moon on the horizon, this one is light blue and just as large.

I run inside to grab my camera and as I'm inside my mother tells me to hurry up before they vanish. When I return the moons are fading but as I look up in the sky I see several smaller moons high up in the sky forming a diamond pattern all around. It was amazing!

Fragment:

Running around torch lit castle at midnight.

Non-lucid Half lucid Lucid Other notes

Redecorating at my practice school

For the hundredth time or so, I am at the school were I have just had some teacher practice. I am in our working party's room with my supervisor and a student I have had. Apparently, my supervisor wants to redecorate the wall and make a large sign there, which will be the main sign at the school for people to see from outside. It feels like he is in charge over the school now, because he wants his own name to be written in large letters on the sign. The student is there to paint those letters. Above them a neon sign with the school's name or something will also be placed. My supervisor is sitting at a table, looking through some papers as the student starts painting the first letter of his last name. I feel a little annoyed, because the student is not very good at painting and the letter turns out really ugly... But when I turn around and then look again everything on the wall looks perfect and very well made! I feel rather surprised, but thinks "Okey... then that won't be a problem..." and start feeling relieved. However, the sign does not have either my supervisor's or the school's name on it. Despite this, I feel that it looks perfect to my supervisor. Then I turn around again for some reason and when I look again there is a pink neon sign on the top of the wall saying "Madame". The rest of the wall is painted dark purple and my supervisor's last name is below "Madame", but as a white neon sign. I feel a bit uneasy about this result and wonder if this does not make my supervisor feel gay... However, after having looked at the wall he says that this is perfect, as long as his name is moved a bit to the left...


Amazing skies and lucidity during a beautiful summer evening

I am walking around the houses in my neighborhood and so do rather many other people. I recognize several of them - for example neighbors and my grandparents. Even though some of them look rather different from in reality I still know that it is them. There is a beautiful, orange glow everywhere and in the sky I can see many beautiful phenomena. For instance, glowing things are rushing by up there and there are several rainbows in very strong colors. Me and everyone else look at those and are amazed. I talk a bit to my grandparents and we notice an unusually thick rainbow whose lenght we try to follow with our eyes as long as we can. However, the rainbow continues down behind a house and into fog.

A short while later, I for some reason am with a weird and rather boring guy in a green jacket, who is maybe in his fourties. The two of us walk into a restaurant and sit down at a table. I do not feel very amused but feel that I must endure this.

However, when I look at the menu, which is standing in a plastic holder on the table and see outside the restaurant behind it, I suddenly become lucid. I arise and do the nose check to become fully lucid as I walk towards the glass doors. Of course, I can breathe through my nose and I feel a little rush of joy as I walk through the doors, out into the summer evening. The place I see before me feels really nice and cosy. There are some small houses and pubs there and there are gentle, beautiful lights around those. I walk forward and feel calm and happy. Then I start running forward a short distance. Some people are there, serenely and happily standing here and there. Some of them have drinks in their hands. Some of them talk to each other, while some others stand on their own, calmly observing the night around them. I move towards a guy in about my age with jeans, a white and blue checked shirt and blond, a bit dishevelled hair. I give him a quick kiss on his mouth. Then I turn to look around some more at the environment.

However, everything I see soon begins to fade and become black. But then I focus on feeling my dream body move and at the same time I spontaneously let sexual emotions arouse within me. Those things bring the dream back. I can now see the same place and people again as the emotion begins to fade. The emotion I had just felt had affected the dream a bit, by making some of the people in it more intimate. For example, a girl and a guy standing five meters away are now making out.

I look to my right and see rather many different objects on shelves behind a desk (in a stand or something like that). I see a mug (in a color which is a mix between light brown and a red purple) that I want to reach, but it is too far away behind the desk... But then I quickly realize something: "Wait!" I excitedly think. "I can just use telekinesis!". So I hold out my right hand and spread the fingers a bit. At the same time I relax, focus my mind and hand on the mug. It is gently lifted from the shelf and I make it soar towards me and into my hand. "Yes, it worked", I think and feel the mug, which is rather big, in my hand. I then put it down and decide to try lifting something bigger. I find a wooden chair a short distance away. I focus just like the last time and I easily manage to make it levitate. I then let it sink to the ground again and turn my attention to the sky, to see if it still looks cool. I see a rather large circle/oval (the shape is somewhere between, but not really symmetric) of shimmering dots in different colors. They are not very sharp, but looks cool anyway. After having looked at this, the dream begins to fade away and I wake up.

Some fragments:

Driving a white pick-up truck frantically down a freeway trying to get away from a dinosaur. (giant raptor) It was gaining on me be I was coming to an overpass and hoping he would get stuck. It suddnely occured to me that I was being overly optimistic and that I could really die. Don't remember how I got out of that one.

Decided to get back together w/ D4. Felt happy, but worried I was making a mistake. He was always nice to me, I kept thinking.

In NM for a family gathering. I had to leave the next morning. I was at the pool hanging out with my Mom. I asked her which bathroom was hers (we were all staying at someone else's house?) so I could use her shampoo and stuff when I showered. There was a giant lizard/miniature dinosaur in the pool, perhaps two of them- slowly moving towards me no matter where I went. They werent aggressive but it was making me nervous because the were definitely following me. I showed Mom. Went inside to shower, wondering what time i had to leave the next day.

Awoke int he middle of the night and looked out of the window. There were lights in the sky and it was tinted pink, and fist-sized rocks were floating in clumps about 5 feet off of the ground. I told my little sis J who was in the room with me and I looked for my camera. By the time I got my camera outside, most to all of the rocks were not floating anymore. I tried to take pictures, but the camera only worked sometimes. The entire family came out. It started getting light and then began to snow. I saw the first flakes form in the sky and fall down in front of me. I continued to take pictures of the family, some turning out distorted, but neat-looking. Someone pointed out a squirrel across the street. My brother was interacting with it. I took a pic, it ran, and my bro ran after it. There was a tiny horse- maybe 2-3 inches long- lying in the dirt. My mom pointed it out and I tried to photograph it, but through the lens I saw 2 other horse-like creatures getting in my way so I couldnt see the tiny horse and someone mentioned that the larger ones were trying to eat the little one and I walked away without looking. I felt it was too late to save him, as others were looking and telling me what was going on. I decided that this wasnt what I came outside for and I was going back in.

Type: DILD.
Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

Notes:
This is a dream added from a few months earlier.

It must have been my home city according to my subconscious, but it looked different. Although it had many similar buildings, there was a huge river running near the middle of the city, directly through it from one end to the other. I knew this before I actually took off and flew.

I started out in a restaurant; it was an Italian-style restaurant with burgundy walls, gold accents and thick gold trim snaking around the middle of the walls. There were only a few tables and chairs, even though the restaurant was a larger size. I walked outside after standing around for a little while and I saw my mother walking towards me. "Hey Puffin," she told me casually and waved, then walked closer and looked around a bit. "You're dreaming," she told me quietly.

I usually don't become lucid if a DC tells me that I'm dreaming, but this time I did. "Yes!" I exclaimed loudly and bolted away, completely ignoring any reaction my mother might have had. I attempted to push myself off the ground without the help of anything. I managed to get a quite a few feet, but I only floated for a few moments and then fell back to the ground on my back. Flapping my arms didn't help. I imagined being alright after the fall, even though in reality it would have hurt me, and I was okay; the dream didn't end.

I decided to summon wings, and this worked. I couldn't see them, but I could see the shadow of them as they appeared behind me. I managed to take off and began accelerating over the city, traveling faster and faster. I had to push myself every few seconds because the speed would start to wane, but it was okay. I looked down at the city, and I could see everything, including the empty areas around it. I then turned my attention to the sky, which was a dark blue. Nighttime.

I decided to try something different and instead of saying "increase daylight" or something similar, I poked my index finger out against a currently invisible interface. Then, a keyboard appeared, the keys transparent against the sky but each outlined with a white border. I didn't pay attention to what the keys said, but I simply stated, "change to noon". The sky changed very quickly, and now it was a mixture of normal light daytime color, yellow, and shades of purple and pink.