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Stuck in my house, (lucid dream)
I was in the dinning room I was starting to become suspicious of the fact that it could be a dream. I remembered to reality check and bam I was lucid. I ran down the I of my house attempting to jump straight through the door. It's important to note that it was fairly Dark and I could not see very well. I tried again pretending to be a liquid passing through a door and that still did not work. I then finally ran into my living room and tried to jump through the window. And all of these attempts failed unfortunately. I became frustrated with the fact I was unable to leave my house plus the lighting conditions only made the matter worst. Eventually I work up. The best part about this dream is that it felt like I was actually there and not just unconsciously having a lucid dream. I've only just started my routine and I'm doing good

Notes to self
- Stay calm in a lucid dream,
- If you can't do anything extraordinary, then don't let that get you down (just open the door)

just wanted to get this into my DJ... it's from my bedside notebook. The date was 4.12.12, and it was by far the worst and most vivid dream i've had yet this year. This isn't word-for-word as i wrote it that morning, by the way. It's rewritten here to make more sense. Here goes.

there was more at the beginning, but the first i remember i was in some post-apocalyptic world, standing on top of a very tall building that was an odd combination of skyscraper and medieval castle. I was talking to the leader of the group that lived there- an old man who looked like a wizard, complete with beard, blue robe, and pointy hat- trying to convince him to let me stay there.

he said there was a girl there that was sick and had to be separated from the group, and i could stay if i took her down to the basement. So i went to her tent (they all lived in tents on top of this building), and after an argument with her parents i picked her up and carried her over to this big industrial elevator that went all the way down. She was a teenager with short black hair and i noticed that she weighed next to nothing. I could tell she was indeed very sick.

the basement was very much like the inside of an office building. This part is so ridiculously vivid it's almost like a real memory. The carpet was red and the walls were green. It looked lived in; there was laundry all over the floor and a blanket spread out in the corner. She told me to put her on the blanket, which i did. I tried asking her what was wrong, but she said i really had to leave. I walked back to the elevator, only to find that it was either gone or not where i thought it was. I looked around a little, and started getting really anxious when i couldn't find a way out. The girl started yelling at me to leave, and i knew something bad was about to happen. I kept running down the hallways, looking for a way back up. Then, i saw the girl at the end of a hall... her skin was blue/gray, and her arms were strangely long. One of her eyes was red and the other one was black... the black one oozed some dark inky stuff. She was just standing there looking at me.

and that was it. I woke up in a sweat.

The following is a true story of a near-death experience I experienced today...

I won't go into details about the passing out part because it really isn't important.

Today I passed out from low blood sugar and while unconscious i dreamed this:

I was on clouds, I was surrounded by endless mist and clouds. I had no idea how I got there, where I was before this, and no knowledge of ever falling asleep. It felt real as real gets. I was floating above endless landscape but in the clouds only, no closer. I thought, I was just living how did I get here? Am I dead? I thought I might be due to the odd circumstances and that I couldn't wake up from this dreamlike world.

Was I ever living? What am I now? Am I still human or some sort of spirit-being? I then heard voices, "it will be alright." Who is that I asked? No answer. Then I walk around questioning what is real and what is imaginary. Then everything goes dark and I see light and a face but I can't make it out. The person says, "stay with us, wake up, you're going to be alright."

I thought, is this still imaginary or is this all real?

The face goes away and I am back in the clouds.

What is going on? Then I felt like I was dieing of thirst and I was soaking wet.

I was cold.

Then I give up thinking and just relax and it all goes dark again. The light comes back in a few minutes. Now I see flashing lights on a firetruck and 3 paramedics. Then I blink and now there is only 1. Then I close my eyes again rest. I try to figure out what had happened.

I wake up and now realize I had blacked out. It takes me a couple of minutes to realize what had happened. I had low blood sugar and blacked out in my truck while backing up a trailer into the driveway. Thank God it was in park when it happened.

It takes me at least an hour to remember the whole story from the little bits and pieces of memories I could remember from before I passed out.

It was a very scary feeling, to be awake an active to dream state in a blink and no memory of what had happened.
This is a first time for me when it comes to passing out.

Don't you hate when your having this great, vivid, dream and you wake and see your late for something and in all the rush you forget what you dream was about...ya that's you my morning went. Anyway this is what I do remember.

I'm in a mansion through some means I can't recall and I'm with two other friends. We can't get out and one of my friends disappear. Me and the friend still with come to the conclusion that he was kill be the evil guy who owns the mansion, he is also the one who trapped use here to begin with.

(Lots of stuff happen that i don't remember) It's been a long time and we are still in the mansion(I'm talking months) We are exploring the endless rooms when I come across the first locked room. Me and my friend force it open to find a room full of stuff like a TV and fridge, bed etc. There are also the belongings of our missing friend. I remember saying "He's been here all along." We look around and (I don't remember how I came to this conclusion) We realize the evil guy that trapped us here has taken him again. Then I see A open Cell phone on the ground by the bed and pick it up. My missing friend's mom is on the other line. "Mike! Mike are you OK! Answer me!" I explain the situation to her that Mike(My friend) has been taken again. She says she is sending people to get us.

Time passes and me and my friend(Who is a guy, don't know his name) Are waiting at the main door for people to get there. We are eating chips and dip and just chillen. I don't why but for some reason when they get there I become terrified and think they mean me and my friend harm so I hid behind the door when it opens. Last thing I remember is my friend saying it's alright to come out.

1: "Lucid" (non-lucid) dream, trapped in a dream X The Hunger Games influenced set up
First, I'm having a "lucid" dream, where I am not lucid at all, it is just my subconscious mind tricking me into believing. I do what it is most likely I would have done during a lucid. I am standing in front of a double window, I smash it with my hand and leap out of there. In the dream, I am thinking of unfurling my wings, and call for Warren from X-MEN to learn me how to fly. But, then of course, I fall down, thinking this won't work. And then I start strolling down the street, towards a nice red-brown cafe at the corner of the street. It has wooden panels and glass plate-windows.
I "wake" up.
I am in my bed, laying up at night, hoping for a lucid dream again. My room is almost pitch black, but I can still see. The contrasts are unusually bright, all I can see is bright white light crashing with black shadows.
I am afraid, curled up on my bed, waiting to fall asleep into the lucid-world.
There is a storm, and it is raging inside my room. Things are flying uncontrollably around, the computer screen on a desk in the middle of my room blows open, showing bright lights off into the darkness and the curtains on the left side of my second window is pushed aside, reveling a bright white glow from outside my window. It is like a nightmare. I can't fall asleep. I am afraid someone scary and nightmare-ish will enter the stage.
After a while, a woman enters the room, after a while. The storm quiets, and she has a flock of other teens following her. I think she represents Anne, from Maximum Ride: School's out forever. (currently reading)
She takes the computer away and we leave the room. Then we walk down a hall and she has a safe atmosphere surrounding her.
Next, I am in a lucid dream again. I count my fingers and all, and have an unusual amount of them (ten once! New record) but I don't become lucid as it is part of the dream that I will become "lucid" and take "lucid" choices.
And now I am in the cafe. There are mainly girls there, laughing and everything. There is one waiter and he is a blonde man. I went over to talk to him, as all the others in the cafe was busily talking to each other.
Just as we enter a conversation, I don't remember much what we said, he crumples into this; http://www.mommyniri.com/wp-content/...lectionRex.jpg , and turns black-white.
A teacher from my school (IRL he is a copy of the headhunter-principal from School (the normal kind) in Maximum Ride: School's out forever.)
He tells me he that he have had enough of this nonsense, switching in and out of dreams and reality, and falling asleep all the time.
And I understood that he was in control of the dream from now on.
And he's trapping us (me and some other children that goes to my school, on my age) in a dream.
The next thing I remember is being inside a P.E. -ish hall, in half the size. At the left side, there is benches and carpets spread along the floor. And on the right side, kinda backstage-ish there is hung an green overhang and behind there is spread different weapons and sticks - knifes, bows and arrows, maybe ropes, sharp metal.
Me and E. trots over to the weapons, along with some other kids. The rest hurries to the benches.
I realize that I might need something to defend myself with, and perhaps my territory.
I tell E. he might need a bow. I already have one, from before (somehow). When the place is cleared for weapons, I have taken a knife and some arrows, I do an overlook and find an extra set of arrows for my bow.
When I round the overhang, I see that people have already gathered in groups, survival-team-ish, behind gathered benches. Making their own territories and improvised fortresses. I join a group that welcomed me warmly, as I had belonged with them from the start. That is my only way of saying it.
Kim is there. I think. And E. And some more, I didn't really notice. In the dream, it was people I trusted and that would manage.
People had gathered carpets to cover up their flipped over benches. I helped my team set up what they had, and copied a team on the opposite corner of ours.
The mad (mad. As in ko-ko) teacher was watching us.
I don't know if I was getting ready to aim my bow at somebody.

The End.

The dream began as I attended a track practice, except this one everyone would stay the night in cabins. Once we were all in our cabins, we went to bed. As soon as I fell asleep IN THE DREAM, I begin dreaming. So basically I was dreaming within a dream. In the dream dream, I am walking down a hallway. The walls are made of glass, but most of them are busted out. The sky is a dark grey. I approach a part of the hallway where there is a man with a glass butterfly. The butterfly is made of shards from the windows, and the man is rubbing his hands along the butterfly (it's a big butterfly, about 3 feet tall and 2 feet wide). His hands slide along the top of the glass, and when I get near him, his neck snaps up and he says, "I never left you, but you left me." Then he resumes his work.

After that I turn and walk further down the hallway, but a famous actor (don't know who, just know they were famous and an actor) appears in front of me. My voice comes over the dream and, like in those movies where diaries/journals are read aloud, I say, "And I'll be damned if--you know what? Why the hell is [actor's name(can't remember)] so scary?" At that moment, the actor twitches uncontrollably and attacks me.

I wake up screaming. IN THE CABIN.

I sigh, saying "It was only a dream." I roll over and go back to sleep in the dream, going back to the exact same dream. The actor is replaced with someone different. I go through the exact same steps, wake up screaming in the cabin, and then re-enter the dream dream six times. At the end of the sixth dream dream, I'm finally aware that I'm dreaming. I become lucid in the dream dream and run to the end of the hall, which has a large piece of glass on it. I reassure myself, saying "I'm in control here, not the nightmare." I try to calm down, but when I look into the window, I see my reflection. Panic engulfs me as I recall hearing how mirrors are usually scary in dreams. Behind me, there is a shadowy woman with frayed hair and contorted arms. She screams and leaps onto me.

Scared but relieved to be out of the nightmare, I wake up. And I still see the cabin. I'm borderline hysterical by this point. I felt trapped inside a never-ending nightmare. Luckily, I force myself to awaken from the cabin dream and wake up in my own bed. I'm burning up and sweaty, but also scared senseless. I try to sit up, but find I'm apparently still in sleep paralysis. None of my limbs work, and I can practically feel the woman jumping onto me. My heart is pounding faster than it ever has before, and I eventually get my muscles to cooperate. I get up and sit on the couch, where I watch TV, nearly cry, and eventually (after 2 1/2 hours) fall back asleep.

I am completely baffled as to how I became TRAPPED inside the nightmare. Can anyone here please give me more information on this, and how I can combat it if it happens again? I'm almost afraid to close my eyes.

Thanks for taking the time to read this, and I'll be looking for any responses.

--Reamous

PS. This is the first nightmare I've had in a long time. Don't know if that information aids you at all, but there it is.

3/5/12

DILD

I am hanging out in my room with a bunch of people. There are a few instruments and amps lying around. I pick up a bass and start playing with it. Every song that I try to play, I somehow find the right notes on the first try. As I do well, people are getting into it. Paul grabs a guitar. Two other people show up that I don't know. One guy grabs my saxophone and starts getting it set up. I am kind of grossed out by the mouthpiece but I hadn't played it in years anyway.

While setting up my sax, he finds something on a shelf. It is an old top hat. He grabs it and asks what it is. I run forward and grab it from him before he did anything. I said its a genie. As I rub the hat, I proclaim, "I wish this was a genie!" And the genie from aladdin came out. Everyone is amazed.

I realize I can fly with the genie's help. I grab my bass and amp and look to the sky. The genie gives me flying ability so I get in the superman position and take off. I land on the corner of Lake and Kenilworth and set my amp up. I start playing as a street performer. Some old lady says, "you should get a real, crappy job." I replied, "I have a crappy job; I do this for fun." She laughs hysterically as she walks away.

I finally become lucid. I look the sky and take off again. I get really high and try to level out flying forward. I end up just rotating my body in the air, as I start to lose altitude. I turned it into a big sweeping turn and I am flying close to the ground. I am going over grass and fences. I try to fly back high, but I crash.

No biggie, Ill just take back off again. I jump up and hit some netting. There is barbed wire about me. It is a white wire and has barbs, even though it doesn't hurt me. I look around and try to find gaps, but they are closing. I climb a tree, trying to get about the netting but that fails. I find out that my dad is behind all this. He is trying to trap me. I never get to escape before waking up.

My memory is pretty sketchy because I had to go to work as soon as I woke up, so this is about eight hours later..

I'm in a shop and I buy a frozen coke, I have to fill it from the machine. (all I can remember)

I'm in a dark room, pitch black. I'm bound to a chair. I'm lucid. I try to free myself, but I just can't. I imagine in my mind (my dream mind) that I'm doing the sequence to an energy charge. I feel a VERY strong vibration around me, but the chair and the ropes restraining me don't move. I wake up.

No WBTB until I'm better.

Also, I'm going to write this one as if it's a story. Let's see how this'll work out. The parts I don't remember will be represented as an ellipsis.

Expect it to jump around. There's going to be a few plot holes.



I could only use one element at a time, it seemed, represented by my failure to fuse rock and water. The mud born from the experiment sank me down to the bottom of the pond, where it then proceeded to restrict my movement. The room I was in was just large enough for a small pond, and a path around it that seemed to lead into the next room, marked by a dark doorway. The pond itself was wholly artificial, and resided within a large cubic indentation in the middle of the room. Lily pads of varying size and shape populated the surface of the somber-colored water, and every quick glance at the pond emulated within me the sense of danger that mixing elements presented me with. ...and jump from platform to platform, as you would in a game...on our adventure.


Anthony and I, along with some faceless friends, thought it best to use the rocket scooter. ...We knew we wouldn't be able to get out so easily. I took inventory of our surroundings. Snow blanketed the entire area, and business was booming. Crowds devoured the product stands, and tourists walked about the place. To my left, there was a stand built out of the walls of the enormous, inside-out hill we were all inside. While business was indeed flourishing, many people seemed eager to play in the water at the shore to my right. I could see through the hole above the stand in front of me that the Olympics were going to start soon. I looked up at the snowy hill we flew down, and could barely make out the top. The wall behind me responded to its doppelganger with a half-pipe sort of shape. With a bit of thought, I arrived at the idea of momentum. I mounted the rocket sled we came on and put my plan into action. It seemed to be working for a little bit, but I found myself sliding back down the hill only inches from my goal. Another man grabbed my attention when he grew frustrated with a similar problem to mine, and decided to dig his way out. Just then the dog was in many, tiny, blocky pieces, and committed a foul act on the red carpet. The house we were in consisted of only a single room, and a door to the road from where we came. There was a red couch at the far end of the room, and complemented the position of the door. Miscellaneous pictures and paintings hugged the maroon walls, and where there were none, there were windows from which I could make out the Olympic ditch far down below.


We needed to execute a quiet escape if we were going to get away from the experiments they were performing on human subjects. The sheer size of the island would be enough to discourage most people, but we were up to the task. Dylan and I kept our cool for the most part, but James Franco was nervous about our plan. The prison complex we were getting out of turned out easier to navigate than initially expected. Dylan's acid spit kept spewing from his mouth, and served as a constant reminder of the position we were in. We were out of the bulk of the complex, and we enter the night air. There wasn't much room on the metal rafters that we had to continue on. From the rafters, I could see the ocean. The calmness of the dark waters juxtaposed the danger we all faced. ...As I pulled myself up on the platform, I froze. The surveillance monkeys fled their cages, and knew their targets. I had to keep still until they turned away, and when they did, I seized my chance and climbed up. Hitler below me several stories down was not a happy fellow. James Franco chose a very bad time to have a nervous breakdown.

Sorry the third dream isn't written as strongly as the other two. I got lazy.

Also, I might do this again, but a little differently. I felt limited the way I did it this time.

http://www.dreamviews.com/blogs/atra...s-dream-24229/

The night before last I dreamed about auditions for the school production. It was odd because no one dresses up for them usually but in the dream (the play we are going to do this year is greece) two guys from my year group had dyed their hair black and styled it, also they had dressed up.

Last night I remember something about my street being full of water and swimming in it. I got stung by a jelly fish (I saw a few jelly fish last week on holiday while swimming), and it wrapped itself around my leg. I then got it off and swam to a massive rock while a couple of people came over to help me. I think the dream ended with me realising I didn't need to swim back, but if I got off the rock on the other side I could just walk round the block to get back to my house.
I had another dream where my boyfriend told me he was going to do work experience where him mum works for the rest of this summer. The work was something to do with engineering which is waht he wants to do. It's odd because his mum is a school trip planner who works from home in r/l! He might have been able to come back at weekends but probably wouldn't. He didn't seem sad abou this but I was really upset. In r/l he's really lovely though .

This one was looong, and ended with me becoming lucid briefly!

It all began with some sort of an excursion with school. We were in some kind of an open room, in the side of a mountain. I think I recognise it from a video game I played a long time ago. I was looking over the edge of one of the gardens and accidentally dropped something, a ring? It fell but I knew where it would be. A girl from my school had also dropped something, and so we asked the teacher there if we could go find it. I got delayed by something, I had to talk to them for a long time on some sort of platform before I was able to go down stairs. It took a long time, and I never actually ended up getting the item I dropped.

Change. I, and four other people are trapped in a facility. There was a lot of the dream I don't remember, something about some sort of red liquid, which foamed up in our mouths. I made a plan to escape and take everyone with me. The whole facility is actually floating, outside the sky is red and cloudy. I remember finding my way into a security tower, which overlooks a landing pad which resembles that of one of the Star Wars movies. I jump out the window and fly away, knowing I'm going to get spotted before I escape. The man who runs the facility sees me and alerts the guards. I see a phone, it looks like the Nokia blackberry copy, on top of some sort of water tank. I know it's the man's. I maneuver to grab it, and I know I'm fading out. I desperately try to read the two messages in his inbox, and try and commit them to memory. I read the first one, but I can't remember what it said.

Change. I'm in an underground facility, the walls are made of stone. I'm Neo, and I'm with Trinity. I immediately recognise that we're in the plot of a movie. We walk to the end of a small bridge with overlooks blackness. There is a small stone door, on a stone ledge, small enough to crawl through. On it are the letters 'SMDSI May Live', or something similar to that. I immediately remembered that it is a movie, and told Trinity that it is the title, 'She Must Die So That I May Live' I told her to wait in the lobby, and turned the other way. I felt horrible.

Change. I think I must have had an FA in which I got up and went to the toilet. It's either early morning or late afternoon, and overcast, because there is a soft grey glow coming in through the window. I look up in the mirror, the bathroom light isn't on and the only light is that which comes through the window. Oh goodness, not again. My mouth was full of the red foam from one of the earlier dreams, and it was blocking off my hearing. I tried to spit out as much as I could, it made my hearing come back buy my mouth still felt full. I look up. What the!? I had hair which went down to my shoulders, and my face looked like that of a woman. Since when was my hair this long, I don't remember! I did the nose check RC, and could breath in. It took a second to click, but I was dreaming! I looked into the mirror, and morphed my looks back to normal, my hair shrank back to it's regular length, and my face morphed back to it's regular shape. I got excited, and tried to stabilise the dream. I yelled at the dream telling it to stabilise, and remembered to use my senses. I rubbed my hands together and looked at the kitchen. The light was on, an older style bulb. I knew to take note of my environment and I looked at the light, it was in a chandelier, which was actually made of a glass floral punch bowl we own, but warped slightly. The kitchen was also bigger than it is in waking life. I wasn't controlling my breathing, I was still too excited.

I wake up in bed, in full SP and try to re-enter, but my mind is too active. I'll get it soon.

The whole night i remember tossing and turning.. whenever i have these nights it seems really easy for me to drift into a dream and realize i'm dreaming. Anyway.. all i remember is falling. while i'm falling i notice i have a straight jacket on and one of my arms are halfway free.. it seems as if i'm falling through a new building.. i mean a building where only the steel is up.. steel beams are flying past me.. and i remember thinking "wait a minute! i was just on my couch!" and at the same moment i stabilized in mid air and landed on one of the steel beams and looked around.. i always forget to look at my hands and spin.. i was about to go explore when i started to see all kinds of colors and then nothing just blackness.. and i knew i was waking up and that i was looking at the back of my eye lids

Something about people who work in a fast food place are not allowed to wear jewelry or make-up. Well duh that sounds like every fast food joint D;

I'm in a house where it's dark and there are odd pictures that are 3D I put my hand into one and grab a rusted metal rod and when I try to pull it out it starts sucking me into the picture (it might have been a painting I dunno) it starts to rain.

Some evil guy trapped us underwater, a giant turtle is attacking us we try to use our shindan to kill it but we cant find an opening (tegami bachi instead of insects)

I'm walking through a tunnel and At the end is an opening , a man says I don't have to build my own home someone can build It for me. I think I go back inside the tunnel and there is a spring inside where an old ferret trains me but only only wanted some ford because I was hungry. I go out again and the ferret transformed into a limo and I go off with my family :/

Before I went to bed last night I ate a few pieces of cheese to help evoke some creative dreaming! After reading a little I fell asleep and had a series of dreams that I believe occurred in the hours just before I woke up (this is what it felt like anyway). This is what I remember upon waking up.

1st fragment of dream: I remember this was a long detailed dream, but I only remember the end part. I was travelling with my boyfriend, not my real boyfriend but someone I have never met before in my life. Somehow something went wrong and we were being arrested by a woman who was in control of the area we were staying. She had the power to decide if we were to go to jail, which would mean never being released or seeing each other again. My dream boyfriend did not argue this but I pleaded and cried with the woman to let us go, that we were getting married soon and I wanted to spend my life with my boyfriend. She never said she would let us go but I knew in my mind then that she would release us. That is all I remember...

2nd Fragment of Dream: Occurred just before I woke up. I was stranded on a big empty wooden boat at sea with a group of people I did not know. The boat had a closed top with dark wooden panels and hardly any windows. There were lots of areas and hallways I explored and a couple of rooms where the majority of the group of people stayed. The first part focused on us meeting another little boat and begging for help. We did not understand why they didnt want to help until our boat crashed into theirs, at which point they began climbing onto our big boat. I remember feeling threatened and trying to calm them down in case they were angry we damaged their boat.

This then turned into another part of the same dream where I wanted to get away from the people on the boat, we were in close proximity of each other and I needed some space from the group. I explored the corners of the boat and found a white wood panelled door. This door had several swing parts to it and when I walked through there were stairs. I did not go up the stairs, however another girl came and went up the stairs and I was able to see through her eyes there were more people upstairs, hundreds more people. We then realised this was the upper class and we weren't allowed upstairs and I remember trying to convince them I could come upstairs but they all looked down at me. That was when I realised that we must be the lower class. This was when I woke up.

3rd Fragment of Dream: I managed to fall back asleep for another hour where I remember dreaming that I was being sick everywhere in a room with another girlfriend in it. She was sick once but then looked at me and saw how much mess there was in the room. The room then turned into a red car and a guy friend told us that we would be ok we just had to abandon the car on the road, which we decided to do.

I don't know what any of these mean but they all seem to revolve around travelling places to some extent. They also don't feature any real people.