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Okay so some random people were chasing me. I wound up at my neighbor's house. I had this mini spaceship thing that was supposed to help me get away but some parts were missing. I found them near my neighbor's house. But I accidentally used up all the power/gas or whatever. So I had to dodge balls of green light bullet things that the people chasing me shot at me. I convinced one of the people to help me out and then there was some really random fashion thing I forget a lot of details about. Blue stuff I remember. I finally got the mini spaceship thing to work but I accidentally hit this tree, and then the tree blew up. The tree next to it started coming to life and I made a run for it. I hid from it and somehow made a bet that it couldn't find me before sundown or something, and if I won i'd get a new ship. I won and got in the ship which was normal sized. Then maybe the dream switched or I just forgot how I got there. I was in the theatre and the play had reached intermission. I had to help stall the thing so my friend Katy and I went and helped this girl on stage. We did some improv about a janitor, that sadly I forget details of.

My review:
First issue with this dream. What the heck how is that mini spaceship gonna do anything for me!? Seriously IT WAS LIKE A TOY! How could I escape with that!? And then what the heck did FASHION have to do with anything!? Besides, really, the only thing about fashion I know is "when in doubt wear red" and that's just a long story involving theatre, google, and my friend Tim. (just so people know I tend to do that a lot. Just say 'it's a long story' and then list some things invovled with it. It's just my thang ) Next thing, how the heck did my spaceship get fixed? I don't know. Do you know? No. Because if you knew and I didn't know the student would be teaching the teacher and a student to teach his teacher is presumptious and rude. QUOTE FACE: Back to the review. I hid from a tree...behind a tree. A different tree mind you; i'm not stupid. I was in a forest, where else would I hide? But still. Thank my dream that the tree I was hiding by didn't come to life too. That's a total Wizard of Oz moment. And when I won the spaceship appeared like, right in front of where I was hiding. Failure on the tree's part. I didn't even see it move really. I was hiding, but for all I know it didn't even look. On that note I don't even think I hid for more than half a minute. As far as the theatre stuff, that was coolio. The stage is my home...but since I don't literally live there does that make me homeless? ... nah. Never homeless in a tent! (lol jk)

So this was my first entry of my Journey! Hope you enjoyed it dudes and chicks!
~ Spotlight

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was somewhere outside, standing before a small building like a cottage. I stood before the door, which split in half so it could open on the top and stay closed on the bottom. I probably leaned on a counter-like ledge topping the bottom half of the door.

Inside were my family members and a guy I know from a cafe I go to. The interior of the cottage felt very plain and empty, almost as if it were a children's play-cottage with no decorations in it.

I was talking to the guy about stocks. Apparently the guy had been talking about some Chinese stock that was really great. He was even thinking of buying it.

There may have been a business man somewhere in the cottage. I may have been trying to impress the business man by showing how much I understood the guy. I asked the guy, "What's keeping you from buying the stock? Or..."

Here I seemed to start having trouble getting words into my head as I spoke. "Rather... what is it that is keeping your... joy... about this... company... from becoming 100%... unmitigated?"

The guy then began talking to me about stuff like Chinese economic policy, which I didn't understand. The guy made reference to a few key people in China. I now saw them on a TV screen.

The guy continued to talk to me, but we were now both on a bed outside the cottage. The guy sat on the left edge of the bed, watching a TV in an entertainment center that stood against the cottage wall. I was crouched up in a weird position, like a little kid, behind the guy.

The Chinese political figures were still on the TV. The guy had explained a lot to me. Now he said some quote that apparently some famous investor had made, like, "Why invest in the country's companies, when you can just invest in their currency?"

I thought the guy meant he was going to invest in Chinese currency instead of the company he'd mentioned. But now he mentioned a completely different company he was going to invest in.

The business man now sat on the bed. The guy was now my little brother. But it was like my brother wasn't there. My mom was somewhere around. The business man had been impressed by everything my brother had said.

The business man told my mom, "We need to hire someone new for our firm. We need somebody intelligent, somebody who can give our firm some direction.

"And we're open for all different kinds of people. Duncan Jansen (???) was our CEO." (I knew that Duncan Jansen was a black man.) "We need people who are willing to work, and can have good, new ideas."

I assumed that the man meant, by what he had just said, that my little brother was a good worker, while I was not. I sat up from the bed. I was a little groggy-eyed, as if I'd just woken up from sleep.

I knew I had some sort of data project I had to take care of. I hoped that if I just went and took care of my project, the business man would see that I, too, could work hard.

My office was apparently down a flagstone path, past a few other cottages with fenced yards. After a few cottages, I "knew," I'd turn right.

But as I started going down the flagstone path, the business man mentioned some propecy he'd read, which he now thought was related to my brother. The business man mentioned something about a heavenly choir singing at the announcement of this prophecy.

At the same time, a singing group, which I may have organized, was getting ready for their daily practice. I thought to myself that I might mention to the man that I considered holding singing practice every day to be of great importance.

The group sang a song that had the words "Angels and spirits sing on high." This line kept repeating. It was more like a chant than a song. But it sounded beautiful.

On either side of the flagstone path was lawn, in which were random, wild beds of irises. But the blossoms of most of the irises were way past their prime. Purple and white petals, in different stages of browning, barely clung to the stems.

Dream #2

I saw from the viewpoint of a spaceship in outer space. The spaceship was, apparently, approaching the planet Venus. The planet, though, looked silvery, almost cloud-grey, from our approach.

We seemed to be very close to Venus at first. The upper left quadrant (?) of the sphere had taken up almost all my view. But then we were a ways back, far enough back to see the whole planet and a good deal of the surrounding space quite easily.

At some point the beautiful voice of a woman asked us, in a very professional, almost computerized voice who we were and what our business was.

A man on board the ship may have mentioned that the planet Venus required permission before allowing people to land on her. Suddenly I realized that the voice I'd heard hadn't been from a person on Venus -- it had been the voice of the planet herself!

A spherical shield like glittering gold dust went up around the planet. I knew that this shield could keep anybody off the planet.

The man must have begun interacting with Venus again. This time, though, as Venus spoke, she turned different colors. It was like her surface was banded, like Saturn's surface, but with neon orange, green, and pink. And these bands would shift up and down, like computer lights, as Venus spoke.

Good morning, ,everybody.

Dream #1

A gigantic cruise ship like the Titanic was out on the sea during a huge storm. There were a lot of people in the main dining room. The dining room was big and bright, with low ceilings and small, round tables draped in white tablecloths. The dining room may have had doors, and possibly even windows, right out to the deck.

People had been warned to stay inside the inner parts of the ship during the storm. But one of the men actually opened one of the doors or windows out to the deck. He may actually have gone outside, on the left side of the ship.

The storm blew the man back through the door and out another door on the opposite side of the ship. The man could be seen clinging onto an old-style, wooden mast, his body being blown pretty much horiztonally by the storm, like a flag in the wind.

I was now back in the dining area. But now the place was almost totally empty. It was also very dim and full of heavy, wooden tables. I sat at a rectangular table for six or eight people. A beautiful woman sat across from me. I myself was a beautiful woman.

One man had just walked away from us. He may have been my boyfriend, or he may have been the woman's boyfriend. But there was also a man slumped down in his chair to the woman's left. He seemed to be the woman's boyfriend. He was so drunk that he'd passed out.

The woman was upset about the man having gotten this drunk again. I, possibly as the woman's friend, was trying to comfort the woman.

I encouraged the woman to have a drink. I said it might make her feel better and make her feel like she'd equalled things up between herself and her man. I told her the drink would be on me.

But the woman, hearing that I was buying her drinks, suddenly became greedy with drinks! I don't know where she was getting the drinks from, but she kept pounding them back, sometimes even two-fisting it.

The woman was drinking gin in something like a baseless wine glass. And each time she'd finish a drink, a little green scoreboard over her left shoulder would count the drink off.

Finally the woman stopped drinking. But it wasn't like she was drunk at all. Both our men were back. But my man was already in bed. The woman's man was still passed out drunk.

I figured both men wouldn't be much good for sex tonight, but I told the woman that she could probably find some way to make her man please her. I had an image in my head of either the woman or me sitting up, still in a dress, while one of the men, so drunk he couldn't even sit up, lay on his stomach and performed cunnilingus on either me or the woman.

But what I was really interested in was trying to prove to the women that her man was so drunk that he'd be no good at all for the night. Then we could find some way to get rid of the man for the evening. After that, I'd convince the woman to have lesbian sex with me.

But now we were carrying the man back to the bedroom, which was apparently down a short hallway just past the dining area. The woman had the man's head, and I had his feet. The man seemed really sick. I was afraid he was going to puke all over me sooner or later.

Dream #2

A man was telling me and a group of friends about how he and a woman (who sat beside him) had lived in a mansion for a while. Someone else may have lived there with them. The other person may have been really rich. The man and woman were well-off, in fact they looked like a glamorous couple from the 1920s, except alive today, but they weren't rich.

So while the rich person had one portion of the house, the couple had the maids' quarters, which themselves were huge. The man said the couple didn't have to do any maid work. They just liked the quarters because they were so big and they felt kind of old, like an old castle or monestary.

As the man spoke about the maids' quarters, they materialized around us. Everything seemed to be made of concrete, painted over, like a public restroom. In fact, there was some huge restroom just behind the man, not divided from our room by a wall, but by a concrete seat, in which the couple sat.

The man told us, "We even used the hands-all bathroom while we were there, which was huge."

Somebody, possibly I, asked what a hands-all bathroom was. The man said he didn't know, that he'd never asked to find out.

I said, "I think 'hands-all' is like when you say 'all hands,' like when people say, 'all hands on deck.' I think it was a huge bathroom that all the servants used at once when they were suddenly called to duty, so they could all get washed up and ready at a moment's notice."

A woman said, "Or, what I was thinking is that it was for the smaller bathroom. Because that one had a mini beauty salon in it." A small bathroom, with something like a barber's chair and a mirror with lightbulbs around it, appeared in a room two or three rooms down, behind the woman.

The woman said, "I think 'hands-all' meant something like 'the works,' like if you went into that bathroom, you'd get 'hands-on' treatment -- a full makeover. And all the maids would take turns giving each other makeovers."

I was pretty sure my idea was right and the woman's idea was wrong. (??!!) But I didn't say anything. Instead, my vision seemed to focus on the huge tub in the huge bathroom. It was like I was right there. The bathtub was full, almost to overflowing, with very warm, but not hot, water.

Dream #3

I was in outer space, speeding upward and away from the earth. I must have been in a small spaceship, but sometimes it felt like I was just out in space, in some space suit.

Another man was out there, even though I don't think I ever saw him. The man spoke about another man who had taken a dimensional transport to another universe. He had done this as part of a battle with a group of aliens trying to destroy the world.

The man told me that the aliens could actually use the shockwaves of dimensional transport to destroy the earth. But the use of shockwaves and dimensional transport in flight was also the method of fighting that the aliens normally used in their battles.

So, the man told me, the other man had gone into another dimension and was conducting these kind of shockwave battles with the aliens. I imagined orange, kind of traffic-cone-shaped spaceships fighting with each other.

The man said that the other man would be back soon, as soon as he'd accomplished his mission. But now this man seemed to be going somewhere as well. Perhaps I was going somewhere, too.

We, or I, sped upward through space. I encountered a dimensional shockwave, from where alien spaceships had been. As I blasted through it, the sky of stars became filled with many more stars, some of which were different colors -- gold, purple, red, pink. There was also beautiful, brilliant nebular dust everywhere.

I was amazed by the beauty of the sight. But, suddenly, the sun (?) was eclipsed. The darkness of the sun (if it was the sun) revealed an even deeper layer of beauty in this universe. I was astonished!

I was now in a hospital. But the part of the hospital I was in was more like the control room in some kind of military base. All the people in this control room seemed focused on taking care of some procedure for one little girl. The room was small and crowded, with four or five rows of computer-embedded tables, each row split into two slanting aisles.

One man was in charge of administering painkillers to the baby girl. But he said, "That girl's had enough stuff to mess with her system. I'm not putting anything else in her." A black man, somebody like a nurse or a janitor, sat to the man's right and heard him say this.

There were two or three men standing before a screen at the back of the room. The main man was something like a head surgeon. He may somehow have been controlling the procedure being done on the baby girl, who was in another room, through something like remote-controlled robots.

But suddenly the screen shot of the baby girl cut to a sign (in kind of cheesy, 1970s style, "high-tech" lettering) saying "INCONCLUSIVE." This sign stayed on for a few seconds.

The head doctor was panicked. Something had gone wrong in the operation. But he couldn't figure out what had happened!

The screen now switched to a sign saying "INCONSCIOUS," which I guess was supposed to mean "unconscious." It meant the girl had slipped into a coma and was probably dying. This sign was flashing on a lot of different screens, now, and it may have been accompanied by buzzing alarms.

The head doctor shouted, "Dammit! We're losing her! What went wrong? Does anybody know what's going on?"

One of the other people shouted, "Her pain levels are really high. Her body couldn't take it anymore. It slipped into a coma to shield itself from the pain."

The head doctor yelled, "Did somebody forego painkillers before the operation?"

The black man, who had been sitting next to the doctor who'd decided not to administer painkillers said, "Yes! The doctor said he wasn't going to give the girl anything! I saw him! I was right here when he said it.!"

The head doctor seemed relieved. Everybody did. I saw from somebody's point of view, as if I were now actually in this scene. I was looking at the screen of the doctor who hadn't administered painkillers.

The head doctor said, "Start giving the baby girl some painkillers. As soon as they start to take effect, the girl should slip out of her coma. We'll start the operation over after that."

I was already putting in the commands to administer painkillers.

I'm working with a team on their rocket. Initially it is a ball with one thruster on the bottom. They launch it (I see it being launched) by shooting it out of some launcher that puts enough spin on the ball going forward that it loops around and comes back through the other side of the launcher for even more propulsion, once it is in the air the second time it fires its thruster. I see the rocket-ball being launched and the "dream camera" follows it into the air and down. It reminds me of a saiyan spaceship, although it is just a plain white color, about a foot and a half in diameter. I comment to them how I have never even heard of a team this good at doing things (apparently they had made that fairly quickly). They seem unimpressed by me amazement. We go to a mall where they pick up two half molded arms from a vendor. They are molded enough to have the shape of the arm but are empty where the bones would be and you can see some fake muscles on the outside and there are breaks in the skin to see completely inside. I'm pretty sure they were right arms in a semi-relaxed pose. The guy was literally cooking arms like they were pretzels in one of those tall clear cases. They were to the right of me when they bought the arms. Once again I commented on how their launcher was so impressive because it managed to make the rocket go through it after launching it a couple hundred feet in the air but I think they were disappointed in my amazement because they had bought the launcher as a separate part. Mainly they were so impressive because they managed to do all this stuff so quickly.

I dreamed i was in a giant spaceship (semi-organic, semi-material), with a crew of three people. We could see the Cosmos through the ship, the ship was some kind of dark-purple mesh/net.
We were messing with LCD transparent touch screens.
The ship,inside, was made of various tunnels that were all connected with a central control room - the nerve center of the ship.
The tunnels (all leading to this control room) where large and very long and had to be crossed with other ships, but smaller.
There was zero gravity throughout the entire ship, except in the control room.
There was something that went wrong, because as we were calibrating equipment and chemical levels of the ship, an alarm sounded and everyone had to leave fast.

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Comment: Part of the dateless dreams series

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was in some run-down part of some big town. I was on a block with thin apartment buildings. The outsides of the buildings were grey, like they were either of unpainted cinder block or had their paint chipped off or worn off. It was daytime, and the light seemed kind of yellowy-pale and humid.

I was with a group of people. We all seemed to be in a line, and we were all being directed into one of the apartment complexes. I understood that we had all been sought out by some group and brought here.

I was now with the group that was seeking us out. They were seeking out Russians. But I wasn't a Russian. I had a bad feeling that I was simply part of their operation, kind of disguised as one of the people being sought, but that I was actually helping catch the people and get them confined in this one apartment building.

I was now with a line of Russian men, heading into this apartment building. One of the men in front of me was blonde, with a short haircut and pale skin. We got inside. The door opened directly to a dark, narrow, winding stairwell.

There was some kind of military guy just inside. He looked to be maybe in his 40s, a bit overweight, with a pudgy face, sweaty, and stubble-covered. He wore some kind of camouflage trenchcoat and one of those thick, round hats with the fur lining and earflaps.

I asked the man what I was doing here, what the Russians were here for, and if I really needed to be a part of this. The man raised a finger to his lips and said, "Sh... Just wait here until they're all upstairs. Act like you're going upstairs, too. Then, once they're all upstairs, just leave through the front door. We want to make sure we have them all here for the trial. As long as they think you're going, they'll go, too."

I now felt really terrible -- even though I definitely planned to leave this place as soon as I could. But it was like all the Russians had to think I was going with them, or else they wouldn't go. So I had to trick them into thinking I was going, too. But I wasn't. Why was I helping these military people capture these people?

I didn't quite feel like I could leave. Now that I knew there was going to be a trial, I wanted to see what it was going to be about. So I'd stay for that.

The trial took place in a room on the first floor, just off from the stairwell. The room was short, but kind of wide. It was barren, with dirty, concrete floors and plain, white walls. The light was incandescent, but it also felt cold and barren. There was a group of officials seated at a long folding table to my left. On the other side of the room was a vague group of people. Some were people being judged. Some were attorneys.

Someone had told me, again, that I could come in and see what the trial was all about. They told me that I could actually even help them out with the trial. I didn't want to help out with the trial, but I suddenly found myself doing so.

I stood out on the floor, giving some kind of random speech. I was trying to make myself look like I was defending the Russians. But what I was really doing was making them feel more comfortable, so they'd give up as much information as possible.

Dream #2

There was a man in some part of the world like Vietnam. I'm not sure what the time period was. It seemed like nowadays, or maybe even a little bit into the future. The man had done some spy-like thing, probably against America. He had been discovered. But he was already beginning to make a quick getaway.

The man looked like a stereotypical "Sgt. Rock" type of soldier. He wore a camouflage uniform, a rounded helmet with something like netting over it, and he had a muscular face and stubble. He may even have been smoking a cigarette.

The man was now getting into something like a spaceship. It was right next to some kind of hut on stilts. The spaceship looked like an old, 1950s style rocket, with the elliptical body and tailfins and everything. But it was made of some really silvery material.

The man had climbed into some kind of side door or hatch high up on the ship, possibly via some high window, or even the roof, of the hut. There were now a lot of rushing and booming sounds.

The space shuttle seemed to be lifting off. But now an Asian-looking woman, who was actually a spy for the American side, was calling out the window of the hut for the man. She had been assigned to get him back so that the Americans could put him on trial for whatever his spy activity had been. So she was pretending that she loved him and she didn't want him to go.

At this point I may have seen from the man's point of view. The woman seemed huge, like she was stretching all the way up into the air to pull me down. Her cries also seemed really terrifying somehow, like supernatural moans. For some reason, either I or the soldier decided to stay, since the woman loved either me or the soldier.

Dream #3

There were a group of people trying to fight some kind of alien menace. I'm not really sure what it was. The group was maybe a couple of guys and a girl.

One of the guys was separated from the rest of the group. He ended up finding the body of a woman who was thought to be in on the aliens' plans. But he didn't know that his discovery of the woman's body was planned.

The woman was actually an alien. The aliens were actually like robots. But the robots were made out of this purple mold, which was something like a living machine that could shape itself in various ways.

The man had done something to the woman, possibly cutting her open with a scalpel for some reason. A piece of the purple mold squirted out of the woman's body and onto the man's left eye.

The man didn't pay it any attention: it wasn't much. But the mold worked its way behind the man's eye and into his brain. I knew this meant that the mold would proliferate in the man's brain and body, eventually turning him into a robot.

Later the rest of the man's group would (or did?) find the man. They would (or did) think, wrongly, that the man was fine, when he actually was an alien robot, ready to spread the mold into other human bodies.

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.

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Okay this dream doesn't make any sense whatsoever. And I've usually refrained from posting dreams like this or worse here. But here it goes.

The whole dream took place in third person perspective, like a side scrolling video game.

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So apparently I had lost my main study book and the notebook I got with it. So I was ordered to go to the principals office to fetch new ones, which I would pay for later. Upon getting in to that room (wooden walls and floor with metal structures holding them there, a couple of bookshelfs with some odd items on them, and a red carpet on the floor), he told me he had no finnish version of the books left. I'd be forced to do with the swedish version. Too bad I can't read swedish.. at all. So I was kinda disappointed with this. So I decided to go look for the originals I'd lost. Found them nowhere. So apparently this was a space ship and I saw it now. I went to the waste processing facility to look if my books were there. Nope. I accidentally opened the airlock. There was me and one other guy now in space with him looking at me with an angry face. End dream.

I woke up at about 6am this morning..2 hours earlier than I planned to, so I figured it was too early to have passed an REM cycle. I got up, browsed some sites on the computer for a while, then went back to try a WILD at about 7am.

Green = non-lucid
Red = moment before lucidity
Sky Blue = lucid

First Attempt:

I knew I had nearly done it when I felt a huge tingle all over my body, which at some point just broke. It kind of feels like your body "disconnecting" if you were to describe it. Behind my lids, I was seeing some flashes of pictures in the distance, and I was attempting to focus on them. However, I feel like I got too excited at this new sensation, and the pictures soon went away and simply turned into blackness. I opened my eyes to find myself lying in bed.

Second Attempt:

Not willing to give up, I decided to try one more time. It was a strange mix of non-lucidity and brief lucidity, but I am getting there. I once again felt the telltale sign of that "disconnecting" feeling, and this time let it overtake me without trying to focus too hard. Unfortunately, I believe this thought of completely letting go caused me to lose consciousness and I fell into a non-lucid dream...

I was in some type of either spaceship with narrow corridors. I knew I was in danger, I believe I was also with my girlfriend. There were howling noises in the background like wolves, and we were hiding in this dark room, but still light enough to faintly see each other...we were on a chair and I remember hugging her..but for some reason we didn't care about the danger and well it was starting to become "feely."

At this point that dream fades out, and I open my eyes to find my room...or so I thought.

I "woke up" and lay in bed for a few seconds just looking out my window. But something didn't feel right. Outside the window was another building..with a gated fence in front of it. It was also at ground level, when I live on the top floor of an apartment building. At this moment I realized it was a dream.

It felt incredibly stable at first. I walked to the window and looked outside. The sky was dark, everything was shaded in gray, and I was at ground level, inside a black fenced enclosure that looks like one of those city parks with all cement. I felt scared like there was a sense this would be a nightmare, but realizing that I was dreaming, I braved it and stepped outside my window. I believe this is the moment I got ahead of myself: I walked for a bit, then immediately wanted to test the ability to create things. I looked at a spot on cement lot and imagined Holo(anime) standing there. It worked and it didn't. As I did this, it felt like I was focusing on my body lying in bed to work the imagination, rather than my dream body. I became aware of myself lying in bed and try as I might to get the dream to come back, it was too late.

I am definitely going to try more tomorrow however. Now that I know more or less what sleep paralysis feels like to me, I know what to expect and will be able to take things slower.

The dream started out (to my knowledge, though I had MANY dreams this night constantly waking me and I cannot remember what the actual beginning is) with me parking in an A&P parking lot. I just wanted some ice cream. When I went inside, though, it was smaller and quaint. I went to get the ice cream. There was a guy there with who I guess was his girlfriend. They were about my age (20 or so), and he was pretty good-looking. He was nice, and as his girl started walking away he came over and started a conversation about the ice cream with me. I told him my favorite (which I can’t remember). Then we got in line to pay, and I realized I forgot my wallet in my silver purse in my car. I asked if he could hold my ice cream for a moment and he kindly agreed. I ran out, got my wallet, and ran back in, doing some sort of ninja slide as I entered. I paid, and as it turned out he was also the cashier. Then I went back to my car and my best friend, Dewy, was there waiting for me! We talked a little and got in the car. I started driving. I then put the car on some sort of autopilot and it started automatically driving to his house! We put the seats back and lay there, talking. I could tell by the surroundings that we were coming towards my neighborhood, so I got up, took control of the wheel, and steered us into my neighborhood. He asked me what we were doing but I told him it was a surprise. I was trying to go to a field where we could eat our ice cream (I remember his was green chocolate chip mint), but wouldn’t tell him that. He playfully dabbed some of his ice cream on my nose, but it was so cold it hurt, and he felt bad. When we got toward the field, though, the road was blocked off for construction, as well as half the church parking lot where we sometimes hang out. We parked at the last spot closest the highway and Dairy Queen and were going to walk around to the field, but he needed more ice cream first, as I guess he finished all of his in the car. As we parked someone parked behind us, some guy and girl. At first I was annoyed that people were parking near us, but as the dream went on I guess they had been our friends. We got out and Dewy went around to my side of the car. In the mean time, one of our friends (the guy, as I think the girl disappears) pointed up and said, “Did you see the moon? Something just went across it!” Something like a shadow, I presume it was. I looked up and the moon was unusually gigantic. We started chatting about how big it was. Then someone else (who I’m guessing WAS the girl but is now a guy) pointed again to a different spot saying, “That’s not the moon. THAT’S the moon!” I looked up and saw the original huge “moon” and then two smaller ones, but because I know we only have one, my subconscious corrected it and I blocked out the third moon. As I saw it, I realized that the small, crescent moon was the real one. I started panicking. We all started talking frenzied about the first moon and what it could be. I quickly came to the conclusion that it must be an asteroid heading toward us. It was getting closer as it was getting darker out. I sat in the driver’s seat with the door open, freaking out to Dewy that I wasn’t ready to die. I said, “There’s so much I haven’t done with my life!” He said, “You’ve done more than I have!” trying to comfort me. But I kept ranting and panicking, getting upset. That’s when Dewy left to go get his ice cream. I got out of the car and watched him, as the other friends and I stood there and chatted a little. Curious, I took a quick peek up at the “moon”, only now it had a pattern of small white lights on it that resembled North America at night. I now believed it was another planet and announced so. I stated, “At least if it’s another planet we won’t be the only one’s dying”. A little astounded, I turned a little to face it in a direction I could get a better look, and now saw something different. I noted three red lights spaced into a large triangle framing the pattern of white ones. It was very dark now, but I could just make out a blacker triangle outline of an alien spacecraft. I then freaked out. Someone, whether it was our friend or my subconscious (although I think it must have been my subconscious because I’m pretty sure the spaceship’s goal was to be stealthy, and kind of remember no one else reacting to it), told me I had better warn Dewy to get back in the car. I went to reach for my phone in the car, but saw him on the side of Dairy Queen throwing something out. Desperate, I yelled for him, “Dewy, run!! It’s a spaceship!!” And then right after I had yelled that our friend shouted, “Watch out!!” I jumped into the back seat just in time as this white laser came down right where I had been standing. It didn’t destroy or touch anything around the spot, but I knew it would have destroyed me. I realized that anytime anyone wrote/said/texted the word ‘alien’ or ‘spaceship’ if would zap them to keep itself a secret. At this conclusion I started genuinely freaking out very badly and woke myself up.

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non dream - lucid - non lucid

What the hell? O_o
I have no idea what was going on last night, I didn't take any dream related vitamins / supplements or anything. (I never have)
I did have a few drinks, but I can't remember this ever having an effect like this.
I can recall so many dreams and most of them were very vivid.
These are the non-lucid ones, I'll post the lucid ones later.

1. Minecraft
   I'm in minecraft. My vision is the same as what you see on your screen while playing it.
   I've built a huge castle and I'm currently fiddling about with some double doors.
   I want stone doors which I can only open with redstone, so I need to create a hidden
   underground circuit with pressure plates. I have trouble figuring out how to invert one circuit
   but not the other one, without getting them to touch.
   
2. Climbing the Tower
   
   I must make it to the top of the tower as quickly as possible.
   The antenna on the top of the tower needs to be replaced with a subspace transceiver.
   An alien ship is in orbit trying to send us the cure for all sicknesses in existence and this is the only way to go about it.
   There is some conspiracy going on where the governments don't want us to know about it.
   
3. Air Gear
   I haven't read Air Gear for ages...
   It's the middle of the night, I'm sitting in front of my house.
   I'm holding inline skates in my hands, I'm about to put them on.
   They only have 2 wheels each, with an engine installed between them and disc brakes inside the wheels.
   The words "Air Gear" are engraved into them next to a wing symbol.
   I put them on and start riding towards the main road...
   ... I'm at the top of a mountain, on an awesome road leading all the way down.
   There are other people wearing "Air Gear". We're going to race down.
   The race is immensely fast paced, the engines are powerful and the brakes are strong.
   Taking shortcuts by jumping over cliffs is thrilling and the short time you are "flying" feels absolutely awesome.
   
4. Spaceship
   It's the future. I'm in the search and rescue business.
   We just got a distress call from some mining ship in the asteroid belt between Mars and Jupiter.
   I'm entering the cockpit of "my" spaceship, which is currently docked at the second international space station. (The ship is about twice the size of a nasa space shuttle)
   
   
   I know what all of the buttons do, even though there's a lot of them.
   I power the main reactor, start the heating sequence for the engines and start a routine pre-flight check whilst verifying the coordinates of the distress call.
   I'm joined by a women, my co-pilot. She says she's sorry for taking so long, puts on her seat-belts and powers up her consoles.
   I tell her it's no problem, we need to wait for the system check anyways.
   After it completes I request permission to dock off, which is immediately given.
   I use directional thrusters to move the ship a few meters away from the station before powering the main engines.
   After accelerating towards our destination I activate the FTL drive console and enter the coordinates.
   I ask my co-pilot if she's ready for FTL. She presses herself into the seat and confirms that she's ready.
   I press myself all the way back as well and hit the FTL leaver.
   The g-forces pushing me into the seat are barely bearable...
   
5. Vampire
   I'm at university, leaving my classroom.
   I'm heading through the corridor and A. a classmate from last year is following me.
   She's following me because I'm luring her towards me with my powers.
   I enter a currently unoccupied room, after a few seconds she enters as well.
   I close the door and lock it.
   I approach her, she's moving backwards until she hits a wall.
   She comes to her senses and asks me what I am doing.
   The urge for blood takes over and I bite her in the neck... I'm a vampire!
   Some blood spills out and messes up her white shirt.
   She moans and shivers in pleasure... what the hell am I doing?

4.01.2011

Feeding Time (Non-lucid)

★★★★☆

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Darkness covers the deserted outpost. Grey walled, black roofed buildings, dot the area, each a relic of the past. Though, the architecture, old-west in style, seems to be the norm across this post-apocalyptic wasteland. Shuffling through the first floor of the Inn, my sisters and I cast shadows on the murky glass. They're coming. . .

“What's that movement? In the window,” a woman points and whispers through hushed sobbing. A group approaches from up the grassy, wet, dirt-laced hill. They haven't slept for days. I motion with my flesh-torn arm for my sisters to cease their movement, close to the door now, out of sight, we're in perfect striking range.

“You're hallucinating,” warns the portly man with a broken staff and scruffy shadow of a beard. He saw it too, but hunger, the possibility of food, and a lack of sleep disrupt his reasoning. Unsure as he approaches the loosely hinged door, he warns the others to stay back.

It's likely these people have never seen one of our kind before. Never had to fear our bloodlust, our thirst for human flesh. No, these poor travelers have no idea what's waiting for them, just inside the darkness. We have the advantage.

They're unlucky, really, terribly unlucky. We could have come to any world, any universe, in the hunt for our true prey. I never had to steal that alien craft in our home dimension; the resistance would have gotten along fine without it. Sure, some key leaders would have been executed, but the fight would have continued.

Instead, out of character, I took a risk, and here I am now, in another plane of existence, dead and rotting, kept moving only by a powerful virus, or magic, I can't be sure. My intelligence, my self, remains intact. A true zombie, I am not, but my craving, my need to feed. . . all too real. Even as I bite down on this man's fleshy leg, repulsed by the taste, the dirt, the grime, I can't stop biting, tearing, where the others can't see him, can't hear his muffled cries.

I really hate it when they don't shower.

I found myself standing in a lift, the doors closed, and I started going down in the lift. It was going down really fast, past many floors, in a matter of seconds I was around floor number 300. The lift stopped, and the doors opened, I was thinking "hmm this must have inertia dampeners or something because I should really be splattered all over the floor". A japenese guy entered the lift and the doors closed. The lift continued going down, this time I started to feel some G's. I asked the jap guy "how far down does this lift go? china? japan?" he just laughed. It stopped at around floor 561, I decided to get off even though I was sure this lift could have easily gone down an extra 1000+ floors at least, I just didn't want to risk being 'caught'. We both got out of the lift into a corridor, he started walking to the left so I went the opposite direction (so there was less likely hood of me getting around undetected), there were quite a few people around, I could see a couple of business people, mothers & children. I continued down the corridor, stopped to have a look at a sort of atlas photo on the wall which showed a planet similar to earth except all the continents were shaped differently and had different names. I continued on down the corridor only to end up in a shop that sold toys for babies/kids. So I turned around and started heading the opposite direction and then the dream ended.
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This could have been anything, a place in the future, a secret underground installation, or even a spaceship. I never got to see the outside. I wish I had more time to explore in this dream, try a few other floors out see what they have. In my opinion, it was probably some kind of massive spaceship (one of many) that contained a part of humanity's civilization going around finding other planets to colonize (and the atlas photo I saw on the wall might have been one of the planets they had colonized.

Very Interesting dream to say the least.