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I forgot to add a song to my last DJ entry!
I can't think of any music that fits this dream, so instead, here's what I'm listening to as I write this:


I'm at an office in a clinic. I'm sitting on a simple chair in the very middle of the room.
I've been waiting here for some time, bored out of my mind.
A nurse is supposed to join me in order to give me the results from some kind of medical test that was performed on me.
After some time a nurse finally enters the room.
She tells me that she has good news, that they have finally figured out what is wrong with me.
The nurse suggest beginning treatment immediately.
I'm ecstatic to hear this.

However, I now also realize that this is a dream.
The nurse somehow notices that I have become lucid. She seems sad because of it?

We are interrupted by a doctor barging into the room.
She immediately steals the nurses charts from her hands.
After looking over them she sends the nurse away.

"I will take care of this."

I don't like this. The nurse seemed very competent and kind, whereas the doctor seems uninterested in my health.
She is just here to do her job and get paid. She couldn't care less about who I am or how I feel.
After grabbing something from a drawer she pulls up another chair and sits right in front of me.
She holds a syringe and a vial containing an odd purple liquid.

"Hold out your arm for me."
"Okay."

I hold out my arm as she draws some of that liquid into the syringe.
I want to ask her about what is actually wrong with me, and about what
the devil she is about to inject me with.
But I don't ask anything because I feel really uncomfortable.
The color of that liquid strikes me as really odd.
Are you supposed to inject purple stuff into people?

She grabs my arm tightly, presumably so that I don't move.
My skin offers little resistance to the syringe.
The needle punctures it easily.
I'm pleased that it doesn't hurt.
She injects me with a large quantity of the liquid.

As she retracts the syringe she smiles.
And not the good kind of smile. The I just fucked you up and I'm a psychopath kind of smile.
Blisters start forming very rapidly all over my arm.
They quickly grow to the point where they are about to burst.
There's a huge amount of liquid in them. And I sense them pulsating. (I'm not googling a fitting picture for that...)
WHAT THE FUCK!
I notice the doctor as she attempts to go for my other arm.
Oh hell no. I slap the syringe out of her hand and quickly get up.

I am now in full panic mode.
I turn towards the only door in the room and charge at it.
Due to fear of the door being locked I throw my entire weight at it, attempting to break it open.


The lock gives in under the force emitting a shattering sound and separates from the door.

Blinded by a bright sun I try to reorient myself.
Wait what? I'm outside?
I quickly realize that I find myself stranded on top of a skyscraper.
There's only one door leading back into the building and that's where I came from.
This doesn't make any sense! Also the skyscraper is really thin. Like only 5 by 5 meters.
I have nowhere to run.


The doctor emerges from the room holding a much larger syringe this time around.
Like, a meter long. She's holding it like an assault weapon.

"Come over here. You need your medicine!"

I don't think so. I look back at my arm and it looks even worse than before.
The biggest blister bursts open and some thick yellow goo starts to ooze out of it.
It is utterly disgusting. Oh but it gets worse. So much worse.


Fat wasps start to climb out from inside the blister, through the puncture.
There's goo all over them, and they immediately begin to climb my arm.
I contemplate attempting to rip my arm off my body, but I understand that this is not possible.
The doctor approaches me slowly, carrying the overly large syringe on her shoulder.

But then, during all the panic, a short moment of clarity.
I am dreaming. I try to forcefully forget about the condition of my arm, knowing that it will return to normal.
The doctor is getting uncomfortably close to me, and I have no room left to move backwards...


Oh for fucks sake!
The name tag on the doctors lab coat...
It reads "Dr. Faye"
There is just barely enough time to go from full on panic to being seriously pissed.

"Fuck this, I'm out of here."

I stretch out my arms, and let myself fall backwards, down the skyscraper, looking at the sky all the way down.
Weeeeeeeeeeee
...
Uhm...
This scene is going to change before I hit the ground yes?

My vision fades just before I hit the ground.
Good...
*BAM!*

OH GOD FUCK WHY...
Oh...

I thought I went splat there for a moment.
But I actually just landed on my back in a new scene.
I get up and begin to orient myself.
My arm is back to normal, so we're off to a god start.


Oddly enough I seem to have ended up in some kind of garage?
Like, a pit box for race cars.
Usually if I change scenes without thinking of a destination I land on a certain beach.
I end up there quite often, but not this time for some reason.

I rub my hands together, trying to purge my mind of the images of my arm.
Then I spot it. A suspiciously large object hidden beneath a white sheet.
I know exactly what this is!
Pulling away the sheet reveals my xg bike.
AWW YEAH!


I walk around it inspecting it from all angles.
The polished exhaust manifolds reflect the bright lighting in this garage.
I touch them and slide my finger all the way back to the end of the exhaust pipes.
Thinking about it, I haven't raced this in many years.
I did have a dream about it a long time ago, but I don't think I raced it.
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I could use my lucidity to attempt to resolve my current dream issues.
But I decide to postpone it. The dream is stable and I know that is going to be wonderful if I race.
Yes. I need some me time. Dreams are about having fun. I don't feel like resolving complex issues right now.

I climb onto the bike. It feels exactly right.
I flip the switches on the dashboard. ECU, FUEL, IGN.
And it lights up in vibrant neon colors.

I spot a pair of noise canceling plugs, resting next to some sunglasses on the fuel tank.
I promptly stick the plugs into my ears. This nullifies all sound completely. I also put on the sunglasses,
which fit nicely. I detach the auxiliary oil supply, which was keeping the engine nice and warm.

I gently feather the throttle, and kick the starter hard.
The engine roars to life. The sudden sound pressure feels like a punch to the stomach.
It almost hurts. My entire body vibrates, as it resonates with the sound emitted by all 20 cylinders.
Even though my hearing is muffled, the sound is painfully loud because it is amplified within this garage.
The sudden vibrations greatly increase the quality of my dream.
My vision is colorful and sharp now. All of my senses are engaged.
I am in a pit box. There's a race track right outside.

I pull the clutch all the way back and shift into first.
A loud mechanical "clock" is emitted by the transmission and the dashboard display changes from N to 1.
I lean my weight all the way forwards, feather the throttle and just let go of the clutch.
After some wheel spin I am propelled out of the pit box and begin driving down the pit lane.
I flip on the "G" switch on my dash board. This turns on an odd device that provides high amounts of downforce without causing any drag.
Almost as if gravity was magically increased for the bike.
With a precise foot press the engine changes into second and the bike wobbles forward and backward a bit.


I start to gain speed and once I'm onto the track I punch it.
At first the revs climb slowly, but then once I make it past 7k rpm I hear both turbos slowly spinning up, providing an enormous boost in torque.
This violent increase in power actually catches me off guard and I accidentally change into 3rd.
There is some more wobbling and the engine emits a rather unhealthy sound as I have starved the turbos from their much needed exhaust pressure.
This is to be expected as I shifted way too soon.

I gain some more speed before I need to slow down for a sharp hairpin.
The brakes are loud and cause some vibration, but they are perfectly precise and very powerful.
I shift back into second and engine screams up for a split second as the internal computers match the engine speed to that of the gearbox,
followed by a loud rumble due to unburned fuel exiting the exhaust pipes.

I throttle up gradually as I am exiting the corner. The turbos spin up again. This time I'm determined not to shift early.
I grab the handles tightly, holding on for dear life. The acceleration brutally increases all the way through
10k, 11k, 12k, 13k rpm. The front wheel begins to lift off the track and I quickly shift into 3rd.
This time there is no wobble. The gearbox computer executes the shift precisely the moment when my foot presses the shifting pedal.
The front wheel slams back onto the track with a loud tire screech.

Two lines of blue leds on my dashboard grow towards each other as the rpm increase, indicating that I am within the power band.
I take it all the way up past 14k, until red leds at the end of the blue led strips light up,
indicating that it is time to shift...

I am now in 4th, doing close to 500km/h, as I enter a long corner. I lean my body into it, bringing the glowing orange exhaust manifolds into my field of view.
The forces on my body increase, until eventually belts in my pants pull together automatically to cut off the blood flow to my legs.
This just barely prevents me from passing out. I am unable to breathe until I exit the corner and the forces normalize.

I lift my body up a bit, so that I emerge above the protective wind shield.
The air pushes against my face hard. It hurts. I am so alive right now.
I try to scream as loud as I can. My lungs can just barely overcome the air pressure.
But there is barely any sound. The engine is just too loud. I cannot compete.

But that doesn't matter. This is MY dream. I am alive. I am in control.
After some laps the dream fades. I don't care.

The contrast between "bad" and "good" adrenaline was quite interesting.
Could have done without the bad part though. The images are still burned into my mind. x_X

I can only remember some things about this dream. It was about me, my Mom, my Dad, My sister, My niece, My nephew and my sister which had another baby which she does not have in real life. It was Christmas time and we had to do a challenge which lasted the whole month of December. We had to not celebrate Christmas and not talk about it! I did not want to do it but we had to do it for the TV. There was a HUGE Christmas tree and our TV was HUGE! I think we was tiny in this dream. I cant remember what happened after that but once we had done the challenge we was watching other people doing the challenge from a skyscraper. They were decorating this huge Christmas tree which we had to do before we done the challenge too. I was scared because we was sitting on the edge of a skyscraper and we could fall at any time. My Mom who is afraid of heights actually enjoyed it which is really weird because that she has a phobia of heights! My sister put the baby on the edge of the skyscraper too which is really silly. I almost fell and slipped once and that scared me even more. I fell off the skyscraper and was holding on and trying to climb up but I couldn't. Eventually my Mom and my sister helped pull me up. I was really scared and then I woke up. This was a really weird dream.

Very well-meaning but flawed attempt at the North America Task of the Year. (The King Kong one!)

Color legend: Non-dream Dream Lucid

Lucid #128: Donkey Kong Junior

I falsely believe that I have a young niece named Emily that's arriving by plane. I'm waiting with Dad in the airport for her and all of the passengers have gotten out with no sign of Emily at all. I'm becoming fretful. Dad isn't very worried and is loudly telling me stories about how thoroughly the new cereal he is eating "cleaned out his colon". I'm very embarrassed by how loudly he's talking and decide I'd rather go look for Emily.

It's like the old days when you could meet someone at the gate, and I'm allowed to stroll right through the jetway and onto the plane. I walk up and down the rows of seats, but there's no sign of her. But when I double back I find her waiting by a bend in the jetway. She's about 11 or 12, short, blonde, a little pale. I realize that I have never seen her before in my life and become lucid.

There's one of those little doors that leads out to the runway, and I walk through it and start flying toward a city that I see on the horizon. Night either falls quickly or I suffer some kind of memory gap here, because I land at a parking lot in a cluster of buildings. There's some sort of party going on with loud music bleeding out into the parking lot. There are a lot of people milling around in the parking lot itself, and some of them start following me.

I spot my friend "RF" as part of the nearby group and I tell him to "check this out" as I approach one of the parked cars. I decide that the car is as light as an inflatable balloon, lift it, and turn it over on its side.

RF looks stunned and asks me how I did that. I tell him that you just pretend something is the way that you want and you usually find that it is. I become sort of boastful and start showing off. "Look at this car. If I decide that it tastes like cake, it will." I take a huge bite out of one of the tires and it's pretty good! Tastes like a fairly decent birthday cake. Several other people in the crowd join in, taking bites out of the car here and there. I spot my high school friend "Alf" in the crowd, and he makes some remark about how cool this is. Pretty soon, a huge crowd of DCs has surrounded the car and started to devour it. It's cool to watch them consume the car but also vaguely disturbing. Reminds me a bit of a Walking Dead zombie feed.

RF and I walk away from the car along the sidewalk, reaching a building with the mural of a skyscraper painted on it. I suddenly remember the North America "Empire State Building" Task of the Year. The mural doesn't look quite like the Empire State Building, but I decide that I'm going to start climbing it and then turn it into the Empire State Building as I go. I tell RF this is for "Task of the Year" and he says "Go for it." I latch myself to the mural like Spider-Man and start climbing up the wall. It feels really forced at first, but the more I get into it, the more it feels like I'm scaling the side of a tall building.

And now here I am, clinging to the side of the Empire State Building, the wind pulling at my clothes and body. I'm trying to remember what the Task of the Year even involves. (I'm supposed to transform into King Kong, climb to the top, and fight with the military.) I feel a little frustrated with my memory, so I decide that I want to get inside and think about what I'm supposed to be doing. I either enter an open window or phase through a closed one, winding up in a small, quiet marble elevator lobby.

There's an elevator waiting here, and I step inside. It only goes up to "9", and I wince that this is not nearly high enough for the Empire State Building. I press "9", assuming that there will be a new bank of elevators I can take at that point which will bring me all the way up. The elevator begins its ascent and I pace nervously, worrying that I'm buying too much into the mechanics of the dream. I can't remember whether I'm supposed to be ascending normally, climbing the building, or what, so I just go with it.

The elevator doors open on "9" and I step out into a lobby that looks much like the previous one. There's a bulky, square-jawed maintenance man in overalls here. "Hey!" he shouts. "You're not supposed to be here!" With that, he winds up like a baseball pitcher and throws a large crescent wrench right at my head. It clonks straight into my forehead and drops into my right hand. My forehead tingles a bit, but there's no serious pain.

Somehow I now have a wrench in both hands. I feel angry with the guy for attacking me. "You're an asshole!" I inform him and throw both wrenches at his stomach. They bounce off of his torso and he doubles over, glaring at me but not seriously hurt. I feel a little bad and have no interest in going to war with this guy, so I dash into another elevator, stab at a button without looking, "knowing" that it leads to the viewing platform.

Again I wait, and soon the elevator opens up to an open-air room that looks a bit like a bell tower. There's a guy in a lab coat here explaining some scientific breakthrough about lycanthropy and animal transformations in general. I run past him along a plank to a balcony. Now I want to transform into King Kong. I look to my left and there's another skyscraper, even taller than the "Empire State Building" that I'm standing on. On top of this other building stands the cheesiest-looking Godzilla-style lizard monster I've ever seen, and I can't help but chuckle. Looks like all the movie monsters are out and about today.



I start hopping about like a gorilla and imagine myself transforming into King Kong. In my craziness, I manage to leap off of the building. Rather than a fall, there's an odd transition and now I'm just running along a tree-lined street below, roaring like a gorilla and pounding my chest. The chest-pounding feels a little phony but the gorilla roars are amazing. My hands and arms look big and gorilla-like, but I'm not nearly large or hairy enough to be King Kong. I feel more like a big, strong, long-armed dude with a gorilla roar.

Some DCs rush up to attack me, but they're all just regular men in casual street clothes. I shove them away, remembering that I need to get attacked somehow and win, but I'm very confused as to the details. I take a few swats at these DCs and amusingly, they go flying off whenever I hit them. I know that something's off with all of this, though, and that I need to be a lot bigger, I need to be up on top of the building, and I think I need to fight something tougher. The details are really hazy, though, so I just lumber around for a while longer amusing myself until the dream ends.

Date: May 30, 2013
Method: MILD & WBTB (attempted DILD)
Sleep Time: bedtime @ 1:00am WBTB @ 6:00am for 5-10 minutes, then back to sleep Awake @ 10:00am

Dream #1
I was planning on putting on a play for my mother with some people (?). We were moving several props to the center so people would be able to see them from a distance. These props included items that belongs in a kitchen and a living room (I guess like furniture). No matter were we moved these props, there seemed to be a problem and we never could get this issue quite right. After some time of moving things around, my mother had passed away in this dream (by the way...my mother is alive) and my father and grandmother had built the most beautiful skyscraper in her memory. It was so tall, the tip of the building was covered by the clouds. The skyscraper was made of pure gold with reflective mirrors all over it. The gold shined brighter than the sun itself. As the building glistened in the sun, it almost look transparent. It's beauty was absolutely awesome!

Dream #2
I needed a ride and I didn't know where I was. It was very dark and I was crying and I was scared. I went into a store and asked the owners if they new the bus route and they asked me where I was going. I couldn't tell them exactly where I was going, I just cried and told them I wanted to go home. The owner felt sorry for me and said that he will give me a ride home. I was still crying because even though I had a ride home, I couldn't tell the person which way to go. I remember passing a building in my dream that said "San Bernadino Hospital."

Fragment
A huge metal barrel I was rolling around and groceries were inside of it.

Dream 1(fragment):

I recall some kind of wooden boat or some other wooden water vehicle.

Dream 2(fragment):

I was in dark blue area, possible a cave.

Dream 3(fragments):

I was on the street and there was huge skyscraper nearby. I had some kind of a mission and i entered it and got to the roof, there were some bad dudes but i dealt with them. On the roof, i had sniper rifle and i was sniping some important looking person, possibly the leader of bad dudes. After it was done i got out of the building and i had to fight more bad dudes on the streets.

Dream 4(fragment):

I was visiting dreamviews and there was thread where CanisLucidus and paigeyemps were discussing something.

This was the Aurora Borealis Task of the Month, and led to a really outstanding dream with some personal firsts. Some big ones for me were changing day to night and performing the task while the DC of a loved one (my son) accompanied me.

Color legend: Non-dream Dream Lucid

Lucid #36: Aurora Borealis

Wife and I are sitting at our breakfast table chatting with RI, a high school friend that I haven't seen in a long time. I look at the clock, realizing that it's 1:10 and I'm ten minutes late for a #DVA chat session. Wife and I go upstairs without IR, leaving her just sitting at the table. (Rude, I know.) I'm about to join the #DVA chat when Wife says, "Shouldn't you show her out of the house?"

I leave, and become lucid halfway down the stairs. The downstairs is different from my real house now. The floor has become shag carpet rather than hardwood and the ceiling is barely six feet tall, my head reaching right to the top of it. IR is still at the breakfast table but she just smiles and waves me on. My three-year-old son E is waiting for me at the back door, and I scoop him up in my arms, knowing that he would love to see the aurora borealis.

I step outside and find that my back yard is either gone or has swollen to gigantic proportions. There's a huge barbecue going on to my left. Vividness is top-notch -- I literally cannot detect any difference in visual quality between what I'm seeing now and what I see in waking life. I walk on, passing a set of grills where a man in a red football jersey numbered "52" is turning over some burgers. His shirt is emblazoned with the words "UNCLE BO". I stare at the guy for a moment, a bit stunned by how real he looks.

I perch my son on my shoulders and start running past the barbecue into a city. A long line of DCs is waiting in line for a movie or a show. I notice that C, someone that I haven't seen since high school is manning the ticket line. He smirks at me and shrugs his shoulders when I recognize him.

I walk to the base of a skyscraper and look into the sunny sky. I need darkness for this Task of the Month so I tell my son, "It's getting dark now." The sun fades out of view and the color of the sky deepens to twilight. As soon as night falls, I see the autora borealis above me!



I start to rise off of the ground but my son is squirming on my shoulders, saying, "Don't want to go! Don't want to go!" He starts crawling around on my head, even giving me a little foot to the face. I shift him so that his arms are around my neck and he seems to settle down. I fly straight up, staying close to the skyscraper to keep my bearings.

I'm feeling an overwhelming sense of excitement as I fly toward the aurora. I'm so pumped that I shout a continuous battle cry as I rise. In response, the dream starts blasting a full symphonic orchestra soundtrack to my ascent. Looking back this seems totally cheesy, but I can't even care! It was amazing. The music was fantastic... I wish so badly that I could have somehow recorded it.

I fly over the Aurora and see that inside it conceals a vast mother ship, almost like a space carrier that stretches for miles. As far as I can see down the length of the ship, smaller yellow spaceships are taking off from the carrier to destinations unknown. As each leaves the mother ship, it emits this purple flash of energy that joins the rest of the Aurora. It's the energy "exhaust" of each of these smaller spaceships that creates the aurora.

All along, the soundtrack (and, amazingly, my battle cry) keeps going. I realize that I can do just as these ships are doing and I start pouring that purple energy outward from my palms, and it bleeds into the rest of the Aurora. More and more energy pours from my hands as the dream begins to fade. Soon all I can see are my hands, and after that I wake up.

I know this is poorly worded. There was a lot to type in. The only interesting thing about the dream is the Portal-door-style traveling.

I was watching the Foreword unto dawn series of videos that's been coming out on youtube. (A series of videos pretending to the storyline of Halo 4, that will be coming out very soon)
I was excited that the last episode had finally come out, but when I got about two minutes into watching it, A game showed up. It was a really cheap, bad looking game. It involved building a tower taller and taller. It said that I had to play it and get above a certain score to see the rest of the video.

I played the game for like two minutes and then closed it out. I really wanted to see the rest of the video. I had only unlocked about two more minutes of the video.

I was dreaming of these three villain men. They were all really strong looking, wearing black jackets and standing in the middle of the plaza of this city.
Then this thing, It looked like sort of Iron Man armor transformed onto them. But the armor was old and rusty. Each of them turned into animals, that some would consider evil. One became a crow, another that was a wolf. I can't remember what the third man's mech animal was. But at this point that they started destroying the city.
Then, one of the men stood forward, and the chest of his mech suit opened. The outer metal shell split into "ribs". Inside of it was this big pulsing orange energy orb. I can remember vividly how it crackled and steamed.
The dream changed, and I was in my own body, with K. We were at the top of a skyscraper. She wanted to get down, and for some reason, we were in a huge hurry.
She ran into a stairwell. The stairwell was next to a window, so on one side, there was a glass wall giving a view of the city. There was also an elevator door on each floor. The stairs were at a very shallow angle.
K was really booking it down the stairs. I was running after her, skipping every other step. After I had chased her down the stairs for awhile. She got into an elevator.
"Why didn't we do this ten floors ago?"
The elevator started moving down, but stopped on a lower floor. When the door opened, the elevator was really far from the building. Between them was just a huge black void. And the people on the building side couldn't get to the elevator.
The elevator closed and headed down again. When we got off, we got off onto a moving train.
Then I met with this boy. He had long blonde hair, combed up really neat. He was bleeding from a would below his eye. He had drops of blood on his hand as well. Then he started complaining to me that he didn't like that he was bleeding.
He wrapped himself in a blanked and went to sit with a woman that I think was his mother.
Then I just got lucid out of nowhere. I saw my supposed guide sitting in one of the seats. I walked over and sat down next to her. She was reading a fashion magazine.
"I have some very important questions for you"
I pounded my fist into my palm.
"Are you my dream guide?"
"Yes."
"What is your name?"
"I have many names..."
She began running though a long list of names, both boy names and girl names.
"Ok, but I need a name that I can use for my dream journal."
"You may choose one. But remember these things: Do not eat a rusty hinge, and beauty and the beast is very long."
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Then the dream destabilized, and I lost lucidity. Someone asked me if I was interested in marriage in the royal court. Then I woke up.

I can recall the ending of some movie that I had seen, in a dream of course. The movie that I was watching involved a rag-tag team of lucid dreamers facing off against some sort of nightmare.
I can only recall the final part of the dream-movie. It involved this young girl, who was blonde with pigtails. She had been in conflict with her father for the entire movie because she did not follow her family's values and rather decided to focus on lucid dreaming. (So apparently, lucid dreaming wasn't allowed in the little girl's family)
The father and the little girl forgave each other for the arguments that they had throughout the "movie" and then the little girl took off with four other lucid dreamers. They started flying in a triangle formation (like birds or jet airplanes would.) They were flying over this city, though it looked like an industrial era city (like something from the 1850's or something) it had some really large skyscrapers.
The nightmare showed up. It was a giant (now I mean big, like 20 stories tall) jet black humanoid. It was sort of hunched over, with really big arms, and it's mouth looked like a shark's.
The monster would yell and this red energy beam would come out of it's mouth. (Think like Godzilla's energy breath, only red) The squadron of lucid dreamers avoided this, and began to launch their own attacks, from throwing buildings to shooting fireballs and making lightning strikes.
What I remember most clearly is that all of the lucid dreamers were combining their power to fight this thing. It was really inspiring.
This epic battle raged for awhile, and I cannot remember who actually won the fight. I think it ended with a false awakening.

I still can't get over this. Why did my non-lucid dreams suddenly get so interesting? They used to be painfully boring and repetitive. And now, this.

August 30

A tall building in a city. A skyscraper. I am looking top down. Cars are going up one side in one line, goes to the top, and then goes down the other side of the building. Night.

Travel. Top-down view. A train. Hometown. Mom. San Carlos. Difficult to travel. Have to take two trains.

NOTE: Just ninja's Sub Audio 1 and Reverse day

Lately I haven't put anything in my online DJ. I think it's good to rewrite my dreams as it helps with the whole awareness thing (and the other stuff). Two or three days ago on the forum I asked if it was ok to write just points of my dreams and recall the rest from memory. They had a good point: "If you only write down points in your dream, you will train yourself to just remember points of your dream when you wake up. You should write down as much as possible if you want to have a better dream recall." So that's what I should do to become better at LDing. If I can't write down everything when I wake, than just write something, and later in the day (when I'm a bit more awake but still earlier in the day) write the everything. ... And just so you know, I writing stuff down like this helps me to actually do it. I don't care if it's entertaining for you to read. ; ->

So now I'm going to list my dreams from my paper DJ. (In chronological order)

I had a dream I was flutter tonguing really well on my Oboe. I think I was in my room.

Another dream started in third person view: I watched myself enter my house. I had just got back from high school. (It was the summer thought.) The next thing I remember waking (not third person any more) around in my house going from room bedroom to bedroom. The ceilings were all slanted, it was a different type of architecture from what it is in waking life.

Few nights later I had a dream that I was partaking in a scene from the Hunger Games movie. I was on stage and Katniss was there to. It was the scene from the interviews. The funny thing was the fact that the stage was my bathroom with two of the walls removed. Katniss, a big fat man, and someone else was there. It was a tribute, but I can't recall who it looked like. Katniss was staring (or talking to the people) but very stationary like she was preoccupied by something. I looked out and saw the crowd and I saw camera flashes and lights. I saw people, but just there shapes. They were far away and unlit. I started talking to the fat man. The stage is still my bathroom. Next thing that happens is everyone on stage (the four of us including me) are shaking hands. I shake hands with the big guy, but Katniss and the big guy keep reaching out to shake hands but can't seem to shake hands. (Imagine that they are blindfolded. That's a good way to describe it..) I grab both of there hands and force them together. The big guy thanked me. I don't know what happened next. (Btw, the big guy had a white goatee.)

Another night after that, I had a dream I was watching a simulation of a big skyscraper being constructed and deconstructed, well kind of. It had a beige exterior and a lot a light blue glass windows. Two of the four sides
had glass windows and the other pair (opposite each other) indented inward.. I don't know how to explain it well. (I drew a picture but don't fell like uploading it.) Anyways, there was a square cap of the top of the skyscraper. It looked nice. Those two walls that I mentioned that were indented in keep having another "extension" of the building that was added to the side and then quickly removed floor by floor or block by block.
The dream itself was short, but different what anything before.

And lastly, yesterday night I had a dream that I was with one of my friends. The place was my high school. Many things were different about it most noticeably it becomes a freaken huge maze of hallways and doors in some of my dreams. Some of them are in the "more normal school layout", but others like this one are in this freaken huge labyrinth! It's fun just thinking about it. There is A LOT to this dream. It built off of the layout of a previous dream. The previous dream I mentioned was a long time ago. To sum it up, I mistook my high schools swim club for the swim team. This was after navigating a submerged labyrinth (it was a labirinth of changing rooms delapidated sumerged rooms, and submerged weight rooms for the most part... and and bathrooms and arching halls connecting everything.) My math teacher was in charge of the swim team that I mistook for the swim club. Needless to say, I hoped in the water, the race started, and I came in last. (Other parts of the dream world include above ground hallways and the only room I remember coming to is a bathroom.) In the dream from yesterday, I was with one of my friends and we were carrying kayak paddles. I oped a metal door and a teacher on the other side deemed what we were doing to dangerous. Other teachers soon appeared/came and they were debating if we should get in "a lot of trouble". I wakled up to them and said some stuff to persuade them. The dream ended before a consensuses arrived.

Non-Drean/Comments Dream Lucid

03.04.2011

- I am on a balcony. It's railing is actually made of stone, really solid and very wide. I believe someone can actually lay on it. I just stand on it! I become lucid. No dizziness. It's like the dream became 100% stable and lucid at once. There is another building on the other side. Like opposing skyscrapers, with a wide road in between. A friend of mine is next to me, on another "railing".
"Hey! I want to jump to the other building, but I am scarer, though I know this is a dream!"
"Come on, you know it's a dream, don't be afraid!"
"You are right, I don't know why..."
"BUT I AM SCARED!!!"
He was ready to jump too. The dream faded, before we jumped...

- I am at a place with a weird metal construction, under which there are many paintball bullets. At that point my mother comes in my room and wakes me up. She asks me where I put a dvd she asked me to make.
"There... in the corner.... under the bullets..."
As I was saying that I was streching my hand under my bed, trying to reach something lol
"under the wedding rings?" (in greek the "wedding rings" and "bullets", sound pretty close)
"Nooooo.... the bulleeeeets...."
At that point I realised what was going on, and started laughing and so did my mother... She left and I went back to sleep...

dreams were not as clear as the previous day's. also what is it with cartoon characters in my dreams??

6:50am: something to do with My Little Pony. the planet that the ponies lives on is shaped like a donut?? Twilight Sparkle travels to the hole in the world and jumps through in order to explore the other side of the planet. Princess Celestia flies after her in an attempt to stop her.

?am: i appeared at the very top floor of a skyscraper, which housed a high-end restaurant/bar. i was almost paralyzed with fear from the extreme height. Æon Flux (cartoon version) rode the elevator to meet me because i guess we were going on a date or something? she was wearing normal clothes and seemed to have planned this date to be here knowing that it would make me uncomfortable. i was getting dizzy from looking out the massive windows, which took up almost the entire wall, so i asked Æon to switch seats with me. after this i ordered absinthe and proceeded to get so drunk i fell asleep mid-date. when i awoke and remembered that i needed to pay, i realized that my wallet wasn't in my purse. Æon ended up paying for my drink before we left.

Well...I missed one of my more recently occurring dream signs tonight, the sky.

I'm outside, and it's day time. I look up and I see this jet flying by our house. It looks like one of those leer jets except it has two solar panels attached on each side. The jet keeps making passes while opening and closing the panels. Someone was frightened of it because of how it was moving, but I was simply amazed.

Suddenly it became dark, and skyscrapers sprouted from the ground, changing the entire horizon. The scene went from being dull to a retro futuristic setting. Like something you'd see in a old Godzilla movie. Buildings from all types of eras of what the "future" was supposed to look like. I started taking pictures of it all (don't even know where I got the camera from) and suddenly there was a crash. There was an ambulance crew right on the scene, and from what I got out of it, I was in the middle of some movie.

H showed up, and I was telling her that we'd be able to play the part better, since we did crap like that for a living. Later on I found myself waiting on some kind of review, and on it, it said I did all these things that were completely out of character.

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gee i seem to be haveing alot of dreams abut ancient skyscrapers lately..sheesh, in this dream, my room was in the basement of a huge ancient skyscraper, everything ive ever owne din my entire life was neatly displayed on floor to ceiling shelves in the back half of my room, and all my furniture i own now wa sin the front of the room......for some reason, i had it in my herad, i had to go to a friend of my mother shouse and repair her carpet...ive never installed carpet or repaired carpet in my life..but what the hell......i drove over to her place and parked off to the side, and snuck up to the front door......for some weid reason, i needed to fix the carpet and sneak out without beeing seen...i opened the fornt door, and heard a vacuum in the next room, so i want to yet another room and found the carpet had a mismatched square just laying over asquare hole cut in the carpet, there was a large mailing envelope on a nearby table, and i knew it was the pices of carpeting i wa swaiting for....i pulled the mismatched piece of carpet up, and opened the envelope, and realized, A> it was a dream and B> i knew nothng about capret repair...so i left everything as it was, but i took the mismatched piece with me...and i still heard the vacuum so i snuck out and ran over to my car....got in and drive away, my car suddenly turned into a bicycle, then the bicycle turned into a pogo stick, and amazingly, i started bouncing down the streeet towards home..i was amazed because ive never been good at pogo stick......ah dreams..gotta love em!! =) i get to entrance of my room/skyscraper and notice shelves all along the dirt wall behind the building, and on the shelves, things my folks have owned all through their lives......and i said to myself, "great, another yard sale, better check my stuff once again" i had the feeling that if my father found out i knew about the yard sale he would absolutely kill me, so i started to grab stuff off the slelves i wanted to keep and went ito my rom briefly, i hid stuff all over behind my stuff ont he shelves in my room...when i went back outside, the lady whose house i had just snuck into was there browsing, and i told her you get the presale special..whatever that was..dad came out at this point and i told him she was there browsing and i was helping her choose..and he went away....then these people started coming around the side of the building and going into and out of my room or some reason, i went in and they were just standing there, when i came in they went out,and when i followed them out, they went back in, so when i got the out of my room once again, all of a sudden there was an 8 foot wall below the door to my room, and everyone was gone except one guy.....it was Corey Haim! he said, "help me up so i can get my view in" so i cupped my hands together into a step, but he ignored me and said, "i have to do it myself, another bland challenge" i walked to rith right edge of the wall and there was a very skinny, maybe 6 inches wide staircase going up, so went up and got there the same time he did, and i said to him, "you should hae taken the stairs" and he replied "if thats what your sure they are" then I awoke...