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I'm writing this entire night a second time, because I accedently pushed 'Back' on this page after I wrote it the first time(rage). So, I'll start out by saying that I have definitly had some strange dreams. We've all had some pretty strange dreams. Dreams are of the nature of being strange usually, but last night I honestly don't know how they got so out of the ordinary. There were about six to ten different scenes in total, I'll start with the first I remember.

The first scene began in some sort of fantasy land. It was night time, but the night time here glowed. The glowing setting of this place was a dark shade of blue, it was peaceful. My body was in the form of a centaur. But not only did I have the four legs of a horse, I had a pair of wings on my back as well. This dream had a great deal to do with magic, although I don't remember what I was trying to accomplish with magic per say. All I really recall fondly is that I was a flying centaur, and that is badass.

The second dream was in a fancy room. The walls were red, and the carpets, plants, and sofas matched it well. Also there were a few nice paintings along the wall that I noticed. My sister and a few of her friends were sitting on one of the couches talking as I lucidly flew around the room inspecting it. I wanted to continue the scenes, so I made a door in the wall and told everybody to follow me. I didn't know where the door led to, I wanted it to suprise me. So I opened it and walked into the hall way of a mall. On the right side was a marble wall and then a corner that went into the main sections and on the left was a wall made of glass that allowed you to see outside. I don't think this dream continued any longer- it shifted to another scene.

My sister and I walked out of our house with our dog, Chiquis. We walked across the street and said hello to our niece. We talked to her for a bit and let Chiquis walk around the grass. There were a few dogs walking around as well that I didn't notice before. They started to surround Chiquis and sniff her. She gets really nervous around other dogs, and she looked scared shitless to be frank. I was in a sort of strange half lucid state at this point, so I grew out my claws and fur and grew a few inches. I walked towards the group of dogs surrounding mine and let out a menacing growl that sent them running in all directions. Then I picked my baby Chiquis up and pet her for a little while. She liked my fury form. Here's where the dream became extremely... out of the ordinary. I'm not sure how this all happened.

People, turned into things that weren't human. I still considered them normal people in the dream, but everyone I encountered now had bodies shaped as dirty mounds of moving flesh. Their skins were all shades of green and brown and their anatomy's just did not make sense, it's so hard to explain. There was a couple walking down the sidewalk in front of me. Their grotesque blob-bodies where formed into one body with two heads when they were happy with each other, but when they began to fight their bodies would seperate. The male's mouth was in sections of four, and opened and closed in all different angles when he talked; and the female's mouth was came out of her face long and skinny with tiny lips at the end. They talked like normal people, acted like normal people- but everything was weird. The skies were orange. The buildings around me were strange and flesh looking. Some went up for miles, others were regular size. They all had holes and isles like a huge building of large entrails. Still walking down the sidewalk, I began recieving the feeling I was in danger- something was following me. I knew what it was in the dream, but now that I think of it I had no idea really. I began turning corners and picking up my speed when I stopped, almost running into a large neon orange fox shaped creature. The creature was probably the size of my livingroom, and had the body of shaped like a fox. But it didn't have fur, just solid bright mass. It's eyes were red, but not at all sinister. And it talked to me in my head. It's own head so so beatiful, but I can't imagine any way that I could explain it's shape right. The front of it's head had the eyes and nose in place, in the front- but the head was large, and it went back a good length. It was almost a cone shape going backwards, but the shape was made out of a large clump of curling and tethered orange tendons. I jumped on it's back and held on. It had the ability to run on any surface, straight up, straight down, upside down- you name it. We ran through twisting caverns and tunnels of the flesh like buildings I meantioned before, she went so fast. I couldn't hardly keep up with the way she moved. Her voice was soft and calming. She was a good pet.
"So, I couldn't help but notice your horns. Are you one of the demon folk around here?" She asked me. In the dream, for some reason in that moment I was one of the beings they called demons in the city. But in this strange "Ugly Americans" sense. It seemed like the more grotesque you were here, the cooler you were. "Yeah, that's me." I replied. I was having a hard time thinking of conversation at the speeds we were going. We finally got to the complete other side of the town, and she let me off. "Thank you so much." I said. And she jumped away.

The next dream was vivid and horrific, almost like a nightmare but not really. Now everything looked like this world. There was no distortion, it was vivid and realistic. I was walking through a very dirty and runned down area. It looked like a ghetto, but like... a ghetto after the apocolypse had happened or some shit. It was just wrecked. I was walking down an alley, and started seeing corpses here and there. They were rapped up in white tissues, almost like mumification, but less tactful. The body count increased, soon there were piles of these wrapped up bodies. I came upon a giant lot. It looked like a meat farm, but all of the hanging meats were human bodies. More of the bodies that I'd seen, all wrapped up in white material. Some of them were alive I noticed. There were a few workers in the lot, and they formed a twisted lotto game. They'd roll the numbers, and the body that had the same number got their wraps cut off. They got to run away if they were still alive. It was a strange and intensely disturbing scene, mostly because of how calm everyone was with it; other than the people who were wrapped up and hanging upside down.

I ran out into the street and saw my wife and friends, and Tom Cruise(!?). The mood of the dream changed dramatically and I randomly became lucid. I didn't know why Tom Cruise was there, but I went along with it. He had a narley car, and they wanted to go off and do something. My friend Nick jumped in the drivers seat. I motioned my hand up, and he was lifted up in the air and landed in the back seat. "Ahah, dibs." I said and flew into the drivers spot.
"Don't worry Tom, if I wreck your car- I'll fix it." I said, and took off much to fast to be safe in traffic. One part of me wanted to be safe and calm in the car, the other half just wanted to bust it's horse power. So we took off, swearving in and out of the legal peramiters of the road. I remember lastly pulling into a parking structure and everyone getting out. I'm not sure where the dream went after that, but altogether- it was a memorable night.

I had a false awakening once, and sat in bed listening to my brother Jeremy talk to his mom outside of the room. (I was spending the night) But then I woke up shortly after.

I'm writing this entire night a second time, because I accedently pushed 'Back' on this page after I wrote it the first time(rage). So, I'll start out by saying that I have definitly had some strange dreams. We've all had some pretty strange dreams. Dreams are of the nature of being strange usually, but last night I honestly don't know how they got so out of the ordinary. There were about six to ten different scenes in total, I'll start with the first I remember.

The first scene began in some sort of fantasy land. It was night time, but the night time here glowed. The glowing setting of this place was a dark shade of blue, it was peaceful. My body was in the form of a centaur. But not only did I have the four legs of a horse, I had a pair of wings on my back as well. This dream had a great deal to do with magic, although I don't remember what I was trying to accomplish with magic per say. All I really recall fondly is that I was a flying centaur, and that is badass.

The second dream was in a fancy room. The walls were red, and the carpets, plants, and sofas matched it well. Also there were a few nice paintings along the wall that I noticed. My sister and a few of her friends were sitting on one of the couches talking as I lucidly flew around the room inspecting it. I wanted to continue the scenes, so I made a door in the wall and told everybody to follow me. I didn't know where the door led to, I wanted it to suprise me. So I opened it and walked into the hall way of a mall. On the right side was a marble wall and then a corner that went into the main sections and on the left was a wall made of glass that allowed you to see outside. I don't think this dream continued any longer- it shifted to another scene.

My sister and I walked out of our house with our dog, Chiquis. We walked across the street and said hello to our niece. We talked to her for a bit and let Chiquis walk around the grass. There were a few dogs walking around as well that I didn't notice before. They started to surround Chiquis and sniff her. She gets really nervous around other dogs, and she looked scared shitless to be frank. I was in a sort of strange half lucid state at this point, so I grew out my claws and fur and grew a few inches. I walked towards the group of dogs surrounding mine and let out a menacing growl that sent them running in all directions. Then I picked my baby Chiquis up and pet her for a little while. She liked my fury form. Here's where the dream became extremely... out of the ordinary. I'm not sure how this all happened.

People, turned into things that weren't human. I still considered them normal people in the dream, but everyone I encountered now had bodies shaped as dirty mounds of moving flesh. Their skins were all shades of green and brown and their anatomy's just did not make sense, it's so hard to explain. There was a couple walking down the sidewalk in front of me. Their grotesque blob-bodies where formed into one body with two heads when they were happy with each other, but when they began to fight their bodies would seperate. The male's mouth was in sections of four, and opened and closed in all different angles when he talked; and the female's mouth was came out of her face long and skinny with tiny lips at the end. They talked like normal people, acted like normal people- but everything was weird. The buildings around me were strange and flesh looking. Some went up for miles, others were regular size. They all had wholes and isles like a huge building of large entrails. Still walking down the sidewalk, I began recieving the feeling I was in danger- something was following me. I knew what it was in the dream, but now that I think of it I had no idea really. I began turning corners and picking up my speed when I stopped, almost running into a large neon orange fox shaped creature. The creature was probably the size of my livingroom, and had the body of shaped like a fox. But it didn't have fur, just solid bright mass. It's eyes were red, but not at all sinister. And it talked to me in my head. It's own head so so beatiful, but I can't imagine any way that I could explain it's shape right. The front of it's head had the eyes and nose in place, in the front- but the head was large, and it went back a good length. It was almost a cone shape going backwards, but the shape was made out of a large clump of curling and tethered orange tendons. I jumped on it's back and held on. It had the ability to run on any surface, straight up, straight down, upside down- you name it. We ran through twisting caverns and tunnels of the flesh like buildings I meantioned before, she went so fast. I couldn't hardly keep up with the way she moved. Her voice was soft and calming. She was a good pet.
"So, I couldn't help but notice your horns. Are you one of the demon folk around here?" She asked me. In the dream, for some reason in that moment I was one of the beings they called demons in the city. But in this strange "Ugly Americans" sense. It seemed like the more grotesque you were here, the cooler you were. "Yeah, that's me." I replied. I was having a hard time thinking of conversation at the speeds we were going. We finally got to the complete other side of the town, and she let me off. "Thank you so much." I said. And she jumped away.

The next dream was vivid and horrific, almost like a nightmare but not really. Now everything looked like this world. There was no distortion, it was vivid and realistic. I was walking through a very dirty and runned down area. It looked like a ghetto, but like... a ghetto after the apocolypse had happened or some shit. It was just wrecked. I was walking down an alley, and started seeing corpses here and there. They were rapped up in white tissues, almost like mumification, but less tactful. The body count increased, soon there were piles of these wrapped up bodies. I came upon a giant lot. It looked like a meat farm, but all of the hanging meats were human bodies. More of the bodies that I'd seen, all wrapped up in white material. Some of them were alive I noticed. There were a few workers in the lot, and they formed a twisted lotto game. They'd roll the numbers, and the body that had the same number got their wraps cut off. They got to run away if they were still alive. It was a strange and intensely disturbing scene, mostly because of how calm everyone was with it; other than the people who were wrapped up and hanging upside down.

I ran out into the street and saw my wife and friends, and Tom Cruise(!?). The mood of the dream changed dramatically and I randomly became lucid. I didn't know why Tom Cruise was there, but I went along with it. He had a narley car, and they wanted to go off and do something. My friend Nick jumped in the drivers seat. I motioned my hand up, and he was lifted up in the air and landed in the back seat. "Ahah, dibs." I said and flew into the drivers spot.
"Don't worry Tom, if I wreck your car- I'll fix it." I said, and took off much to fast to be safe in traffic. One part of me wanted to be safe and calm in the car, the other half just wanted to bust it's horse power. So we took off, swearving in and out of the legal peramiters of the road. I remember lastly pulling into a parking structure and everyone getting out. I'm not sure where the dream went after that, but altogether- it was a memorable night.

I had a false awakening once, and sat in bed listening to my brother Jeremy talk to his mom outside of the room. (I was spending the night) But then I woke up shortly after.

9/10/2012

Okay, so I'm flying. I'm lucid. I'm soaring through the daytime sky with birds, thoroughly enjoying it. I'm thinking, "I'm truly happy here." I decide to fly higher in hopes of seeing something cool and looking down upon the puffy clouds and the tiny buildings, but instead, as I fly through some dense clouds, I come to a surprise. Gravity reverses itself and I find myself standing on clouds. I see my house (at least it resembled my house) It's brighter up here. It's quiet. I enter the empty, clean house and see almost statue-like birds. I talk to them. I'm able to ask them any questions about this place as I want (unfortunately I forget what I asked them but I recall asking one of their names which I THINK was Bradley). Someone lives here, but it looks abandoned. The man's name is Raven. He owns the place and upholds strict rules for any visitors. You cannot move or rearrange ANYTHING. You cannot wear or display anything of the color red. Why? I don't know. I was very polite to the man, who sat far in the other side of the room that was separated from the living room. He was sitting in a chair. He wore dark-green robe similar to a tunic and a hood that covered his eyes. A fold of green cloth also covered the rest of his face. I only asked him one thing (as far as I can remember), and that was, "How long have you been living here?" He responded with something close to, "Not nearly long enough..." He seemed somber and lonely and bitter. Before I left, he extended his right arm to me, palm outward. On his palm was a horizontal red oval. My mother thinks this was the sign of the beast when I explained my dream to her. Personally, I felt that he just wanted to be alone and thereby wanted people to be afraid of him. As I left I said to him something like, "Nice meeting you! Maybe I will come back and visit you someday." Somehow my father and my brother appeared waiting outside and we- holding hands- jumped and fell through the floor of clouds and went back to our realm. That's what I remember.

These scenes started out with Nick (a friend of mine that recently moved to Minnesota) and I meeting up with two other guys. Nick, for some reason looked a bit older than he is. And looked a little bit more like a vulcan than he does. I have no explanation for that.
We met up with these russian guys that were taking us around to private clubs and such. I could tell by the begining that we shouldn't have been hanging out with them, but it was fine I guess. We walked around this euro-styled town, into a couple shops and then finally found ourselves in a small but fancy little eating area. It was all white and blue. White benches, white tinted walls with blue trim. It was pretty cool, until the dream went absolutely weird. Someone walked in our booth, shot one of the guys we were hanging out with. His body goreishly exploded and his hand with a white glove was the only thing left. For some reason or another in that dream, I knew that the aggression that made that shooter shoot, had now fled into the hand of the blown up body. The hand began to run away, I chased it down- knowing that it was a danger to everyone.
I found myself running up an american suburban driveway, in a neighborhood similar to mine. I saw the hand climb up someone's house and dive into their garage. Then I heard a women screaming in the garage.
At this point, I want to take a second to point out... the last scene, this scene and the next scene make absolutely no sense pertaining to each other. But they did at the time.

Back to the screaming. I run up to the garage, and notice that the things that I need to do in order to save this women are being highlighted in my vision. Like a videogame, telling you to go here, pull this, jump on this-etc.
So I see a lever being highlighted on the garage door, I jump up and pull it down. The garage door opens and I run in an smash the hand while it tries to graphically assault the woman. Being thoroughly disturbed now, my consciousness backed up. As if I was looking at a screen. I was looking at this screen, with the creepy hand, and some weird people around it as video game characters. I start reading the words next to the pictures and it describes partially what had been going on. It was a plot summary. My wife comes up behind me and sees my innapropriete screen, and gets upset that I'm watching such a pervert game. ... This dream really fucked me over(Haha). But it was interesting none the less.

After that, I went back into the screen I guess. But it changed. I was walking down some street that reminded me of a san fransisco/thailand ghetto. A bunch of strange deformed pornagraphic adds that weren't actual people, just... weird picasso style genitalia going for each other. I kept walking, hoping to get out of this place and saw some weird bars. There was this one pimp that looked like a circus clown, his hair was all bright orange and green and he had a white vest on with a bunch of accessories. He was in a hooker bar. It kind of seemed like this whole neighborhood was a hooker bar. I'm pretty sure the dream ended after a few more steps.

Seems my recall is getting better. Tonight I managed to recall 4 different dreams.

The first one was a bit short, but strange. I was at work doing normal things... Sorta. I recall I had some sort of mecha that assisted me in adjusting many prices and labels quickly. I pass by another employee who I have never seen before. She just gave me a look like, "This day needs to be over, now." Returning a gesture, we go on our way. Right before the dream collapses, I hear what sounded like almost like my dad calling my name. It was clear and somewhat loud. The dream ends and I am wide awake at around 03:40.

The next dream is a bit harder to recall all of the details. The main idea is a few friends and myself are in some sort of zombie apocalypse area, but feels like some sort of survival game. Lots of platforms and other such useless obstacles. I recall that something happens and my friend and I find ourselves in a pit with thousands of them. They pretty much leave me alone, but go after the other guy instead. Running to try to help out however I can (we are dead anyway), the zombies all stop. Circled around us, the leaders of the undead army are speaking with us. They have a ancient Egyptian ruler look to them. I don't quite remember what they said, but due to the death of someone living, they needed someone who is alive to rule the army, else they cease to exist. Looking at me, something happens, bright lights blind me, and proclaim me as ruler. At this point, the dream ends gradually.

The next dream my brother and I are at some undisclosed location. It feels like a school, but is like an apartment complex. I really have no clue what the place is. Red brick seemed to be the common theme. Not much happens as the place is still under construction, but eventually a bunch of people are carrying my bro towards the entrance. He does not look good. They say he ate something, and suddenly cant move. The dream implies an ambulance took him to the hospital, and he recovers. Not long after that, my cat did the same thing! Very weird, so I decide to take him to the vet. Though this proves troublesome as we had a hard time keeping him in the vehicle. Which is weird since he should not have been able to move. The dream ends around this time.

The last one not too much happens. I am heading to a relatives house, but decide to get some food before hand. I pick up some popcorn chicken from a generic chicken joint, but still manage to get a chicken sandwich. I get there and my parents are there as well. Not too eventful as it's just normal conversations that I can't recall.

=Stats=
Month: Phoenix
Goal: Fix Recall
Dreams remembered: 4 (+2)
Time: 03:00 - 08:00
Length: Normal
Clarity: Somewhat clear
=End Stats=

I did it again. I had another full LD. A bit of good news too. In this LD, I remembered to try what some people on DV suggested. Um... I tried to imagine myself in a grass field, but it didn't work... More of a good thing though, My physical strength increased in the dream a bit. I was able to lift my arm completely off the bed. I don't know why I did it, but who cares, it worked. LOL Still progress. I think I'm getting physically stronger in my LD's now. (And I looked up the LD terms, and the LD's that I've been having are WILDs) o.o

Ok now about the actual dream... I was in a bedroom again... only this time, it actually kinda did look like my bedroom, except everything in the room was rearranged. The windows, the TV, the stereo. All of them were in different locations, and it was actually kinda bright in the room this time too.

I'm getting better at these already

Anyway, I was taking a nap on my bed when I had a dream about being in some city doing something... (thought I can't remember what.) All I can gather is that I was near some building made of bricks. I woke up with SP, and I couldn't move. Instead of waiting until it wore off, I decided I would just go back into my dream and try to become lucid.

It worked. I re-entered the dream lucid. I did a RC just to double check (nose plug) and sure enough, air went through my nostrils. All I can remember is that I started running, running at high speeds, having a blast. I repeated to my self several times, "This is a dream, this is a dream, this is a dream!" as I ran. If I were to rate my awareness level, I would put it at a VERY unstable 7/10. Unfortunately... it was very VERY short lived.

I lost ludicity. Next thing I can remember is.... that I was in this... weird... hospital place. For some reason, my therapist was my Doctor... and he told me I had Syphilis. He told me that I had to age 38 to live. My mom was there with me, and she was angry at me for getting syphilis. What happened next is kinda fuzzy... but what I DO remember is that I was in this sort of... wooden tree-house-shack thingy majig. It was a bit hot (I didn't actually feel it... but... actually, how did I know it was hot?) and it was full of kids who I went to school with. They all seemed to have the same thing I had, syphilis. I think I talked to some of them about something... but I don't remember what. Anyway, I climbed down out of the tree-house, and discovered I was in some sort of plaza like area, the hospital on one side, a pharmacy on the other, a random building at another, and the street at the final side. I walked back into the hospital a few times, and checked out the pharmacy roof-top a bit (I don't know how I got there), which soon after, I woke up in SP once more. However, instead of trying to go back into a dream, I decided I should wake-up.

Blackness... that's all there was. I could feel nothing, I could see nothing, I could taste nothing, I could smell NOTHING... I could only think. My thoughts, in the 'dream' seemed like they were 'amplified'... like I was thinking much more deeply then I normally would. I can't remember specifically, but I think I was thinking about dreaming, lucid dreaming, my past dreams, how dreams relate to my life, and my life in general. I can remember, I made some pretty deep revelations about myself... too bad I can't remember them. Heck, I'm not even sure if you could consider it a dream... all I know is, when I awoke suddenly from it... and thought back on it... I just had the feeling of it being a dream-like state (you know how when you remember a dream, you know they are a dream and not like a real memory? Well it felt like that when I was remember the state I was in.) Anyway, if anyone knows what this is called, comment.

So, I was standing in a very small field... I would say maybe... about half the size of a (American) Football field. It was perfectly rectangle with a forest surrounding around the perimeter. In the field, were six open walled rooms. Each room, only consisted of two walls, a floor, and some furnishings... you could imagine them in a doll house kind of style. In these rooms, there were people going about there normal lives as if they were living in a normal, full-sized house. One building was particularly interesting. It was a narrow building (kind of like a small tower) with two floors. It kind of looked like a nightclub in a tower. Like the other buildings, it was open and you could see inside of it. The lighting was red, the music was... very bass heavy. On the top floor was a stripper pole surronded by men, on the bottom floor was a fat pudgey guy with a cigar in his mouth. For some reason, I felt compelled to check it out, so I did. I walked over, and into the building. As soon as I entered, some walls just appeared behind me, so it looked like I was inside of a normal building (however, the inside was still the same size, which was just a very very small tower (about the size of a townhouse) with two floors, a stripper pole on the second floor with a spiral staircase connecting it to the bottom floor, and on the bottom floor was a small bar. The man walked up to me, and threw some powder on me and said, "You wanted to work for me, so I made you a female. You may now go up and strip for then men." Apparantly, I thought nothing of it, and walked up the spiral stair case to the waiting men. I went up to the poll, and well... I stripped and danced and stuff. A few moments later, I woke up in my bed. I lay still for a few moments, trying to register what just happened in my dream, before I started to laugh my *ss off!

NON-DREAMDREAMLUCID DREAM

This is one of my weirder dreams, and I decided to put it up here because I can actually remember this one!

I'm in my basement, there's tons of DC's that I've never seen before. (Partly due to the fact that I have trouble recalling my dreams and I never write them down.) I look around and decide to go upstairs to get something to eat.

Where our stockpile should've been, stood a bunch of old school arcade cabinets, and all of the screens were on the fritz.

I come back down with a drink. (I have no clue what it was) And I find that the place has turned into a sort of cross between a mall, an food store,a Digimon link center, and my middle school CST office.

The party is still going on and my 8th grade History teacher comes up to me. We start to have a conversation and it ends up with me telling him to fuck off and everybody staring at me.

I walk over to the link center, passing some cold sections for food. One of the sections has somethings other than food in them. I meet a couple of friends by the glass wall that holds the door to the link center.

(Something I forgot happens here)

Me and my friends walk over to the cases and I tell them I have no money. One of them tells me to check my pockets just in case. I look through and find a couple hundred dollars. (By this time, I got a little suspicious as how they got there, but no lucidity)

I purchase something to drink. (Some sort of energy drink, yuck) By this time, the dream had started fading. I woke up by the time I went back upstairs.

Sorry for the lack of entries lately. However, I have something to make it up; my most WILD experience ever (It's funny because this actually involves WILDs ).

I would like to start off by saying this was a non-lucid dream. The main issue here is that all of the dream's details are scrambled pretty badly. Each detail is split into two, and both halves are basically the opposite. I can't tell if the advice was written or being spoken aloud. If it was spoken aloud, then it was one of the following: a powerful, god-like voice that seemed to echo in all directions; and a weak, nerd-like voice. In the spoken aloud case, one detail is clear: my dream guide is male. I was actually expecting it to be female, because it's very common for people to have dream guides of the opposite gender.

I don't know what to make of this, but I know what he told me. I remember exactly what he said, but not in words, not in sounds, and not in pictures. I remember it in code; and I'm not talking about something like binary, numbers, letters, symbols or anything else. I can only remember and describe it in pure thought and nothing else.

I am unable to translate my DG's advice into words; all I can tell you is this: Recently I've been struggling greatly with WILD. My DG has giving me some advice with it. He insists that it is almost guaranteed to help me and that I should expect to finally do a WILD successfully tonight as long as I put forth enough effort. Unfortunately, I cannot share his advice because it involves personal information. Plus, both me and my dream guide agree that this method would be ineffective to the vast majority of lucid dreamers out there.

I understand that this is all very difficult to understand and believe, but it is true and I promise no lies were spoken in this entry; if I have deceived, mislead or confused you in any possible way, please know that I did not have any intent of doing so. I assure you that I'm quite confused myself. I've heard of shared dreaming and all, but I've never heard of anything like this.

If you have anything to say on the matter, PLEASE let me know!

This dream is a weird one.

I start off departing a flying saucer with a group of aliens. One of them is my father I think. All the aliens are white and sort of egg shaped, but still have facial features and limbs. We go to some area that's invisible to humans. There's a glass wall where we can see humans walking by. This area looks like a giant living room, and there's a bunch of random furniture that's all facing the same direction. Some aliens are hiding behind this furniture. Humans continue to walk by, and a slightly chubby little boy looks right at me, and he sees me some how. He starts freaking out, and I don't remember what we do with him.

Then my memory fast forwards me to the living room in my house. I'm with an alien that I think is my father. There are humans coming into the house, and we hide inside a cupboard that doesn't exist in waking life. The last thing I remember is trying really hard to squeeze in there, and feeling proud of myself and very safe once I do. My alarm went off and I didn't get a chance to finish the dream.

This is a non lucid recurring dream of mine which I have been having for years.

When I was a kid, I knew of quite a few places which were magical in their own way. Places that the adults in my life just couldn’t quite grasp the importance of. A forest, filled with half-realized hopes and monsters which tore down trails at break-neck speeds. A field, which was so obviously a native burial ground to my young mind, and yet for every place of wonder or adventure there is always at least one place which is just wrong. An abandoned house a mile away which local legend holds to be haunted. Such places just feel bad, dried-out, used-up. If I had to pick one way to describe the place where this dream took me it would be just that-used up.
So far as dreams go, this one starts out pretty slow and uninteresting. I wander, it feels as though I have been wandering for a long while. I can feel a deep sense of thirst at the back of my throat, but I know that there is no water. I am in the middle of a most peculiar desert for some reason that I can’t quite put my finger on. On some level, I know that this is a journey which I have made before. The desert surrounding me on all sides glitters in the moonlight with a crystalline beauty which does nothing to dispel that sense of wrongness. I look off into the distance “North?” and can make out several large crystalline spires in the distance. The ground itself, even the omnipresent wind in this area all shimmer with that same beauty as the spires. Rather than this desert being made out of sand, it is made out of salt.
I make my way to the closest one of the spires and am rewarded for my trouble with the sight of an absolutely massive beached warship. It seemed that the salt from the area had built up on and all around this boat, eventually the boat had become one with the salt spire itself. I am just about to walk up to the large gash in the bottom of the ship when I abruptly wake up, just the way that I always do at this point. I was really hoping to get farther this time.

My dream recall has been poor lately. I'm glad to finally have some odd dreams for this DJ. This is my most random dream so far.

I was at school sitting on a bench and waiting for my bus to arrive. I had absolutely no clothes on (O_o). I got up and was about to walk somewhere when a random DC came up to me and said "Don't even try to hug me!"

I can't really remember what happened after that.

DCs can be so silly sometimes.

I was in some sort of ancient roman city, although I wasn't in first person. I was more of a hovering camera, observing other people. This day was special - there was some sort of religious uprising going on, and I was observing some events taking place in the central city square.

I was looking at a roman teenage girl, wearing white robes. She was on a sort of balcony, which didn't stick out of the building, but was more of a small room that didn't have an outer wall, and had pillars there instead. She was searching for something in a tall and long cabinet that spanned the entire back wall of the balcony - it looked like something out of a church, with books on some shelves and various other objects. My view turned and I could see that this balcony opened up to a huge city square, larger than Trafalgar square, round and much lighter colours - the colour of building material in roman cities. In the centre there was a tall, 10m or so wide stone spired tower, twice the height of the average building around the square. It was mostly just a stone cylinder until about 10m up, where there were no outer walls, just small pillars holding up the conical roof. In this circular balcony, there was a huge humanoid figure, quite fat - sorta like a 5m tall santa - but I knew immediately that it was in fact an incarnate god. Surrounding the tower in the square were thousands of people - protesters - all calling for some sort of religious reformation - the god in the centre being their spokesperson. After remembering all this detail I thought I might draw it - that's the garbled figure you see above.

My attention turned back to the girl, who rushed down the stairs to just outside the front of her building, where her father was. Her father turned out to be a priest, who was proclaiming something religious, trying to be heard among the crowd. She asked him something, and he pointed to a book on a stand, on the balcony she was on before. She went back up and looked at it.

I was looking back at the square, from a few metres above the crowd, watching the god doing his thing, when out of nowhere an explosion appeared on him. It was a large explosion, but it just knocked him back a little and dazed him. Then I saw the girl zooming away on a flying-moped device... apparently she had tried to kill the god. Who tries to kill a god with a small bomb? Actually, considering both sides of this religious thing had supernatural abilities (gods on earth, flying mopeds), I can't really have understood the situation

I then saw a sort of replay view of the inside of the god's mind during the explosion - I saw his conscience (represented by a mini version of the god ) get knocked out of his frame of mind by an expanding ring of cloud, and then rush back again, through the cloud ring, back to the centre of his head. That's the last thing I remember. Still a more logical dream than some other's I've had