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Seems like my recall of dialogue from dreams is not good, even from lucid ones.

I 'wake up' on my bed in my room and take off headphones, i still hear binaural beats, confirming that i am dreaming. Dream was pretty unstable and it was hard to move, so i did stabilization by feeling the bed with my hands and also by rubbing hands. I recalled my goal to find a way to change location and i recalled that i wanted to try running through walls. I get up and try running into one, but dream fades out before i get to it.
I am on the bed again, i know that i am still in the dream. As i get up i hear some loud, booming voice shouting something about nature, creating some sort of shock wave and thrusting me upwards, i suddenly feel wings once again and manage to stop my motion before hitting the ceiling and. I get back to the floor and shout some thing along the line "What was that about", the voice responds: "I AM ___ OF NATURE OF EARTH"(Can't recall the underscore'd word). I accidentally close eyes and dream destabilizes again.
I am on the bed once again, this time with pillow somehow stuck on my front. I do some more stabilization and then get up, and as i walk i shout "Show yourself!", the owner of the voice from before appears in front of me in blue glow, but since i was walking pillow that stuck in front of me hits him and falls off. The owner of the voice appears to be midget of less than an half of my height. We greet each other and talk about something for a bit that i can't recall at all. Then i decide to attempt to run through wall again, but as i get close to the wall, some sort of forcefield slows me down. Midget starts running around the room while being completely invisible(I dunno how, but i 'felt' whenever he was nearby). I was trying to catch him, but as he becomes visible he's not a midget anymore and in fact he's somewhat taller than me, also he's wearing some sort of industrial working suit. He ignores me and starts connecting something to big speakers on the desk(I don't have speakers in the room IWL, i use headphones), and saying that it's something special. I accidentally close eyes again, but this time dream remains stable. I decide to reattempt my goal again, but as i run to the wall i get knocked to the bed from the side(possibly by ex-midget). Dream fades out.

[Sunday, October 14th, 2012]
<later in the day, I take a nap>
<dream is foggy, I forget to write this down and it vanishes>

I remember summoning a 18-wheeler to come pick me up and bring me somewhere. We were on V.M. road and heading north, and as we passed the train tracks and took the bend to the left- we came to an obstacle. There was a giant wall in the road. I turned around and did something to a giant rock behind me. A triangle with an eye appeared and the triangle began to spin around the eye. It glowed a thick white light and shot out a beam of light towards the wall. The wall glowed with white veins and the wall opened.

(Everything resembled futuristic, alien technology- and it was pretty neat to watch.)

non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening

(...) I meet Evangelion at some place and we do some dream stuff together. Soon we feel hots for each other and he grabs me from behind, sliding his hands down my bosom and into my pants. At some point I am naked from my waist down and I have my underwear hanging on an ankle. Someone accuses us of indecent exposure. That's when I notice we are on a bus full of people. LOL But I don't feel embarrassed, because I'm semi-aware that I'm dreaming.
I'm now outside the bus and Evangelion evaporates. The ground is covered in snow and there's guys sliding vertiginously on tobogans and snowboards. I decide to follow them just sliding with my body through the snow. The speed makes me dizzy and I get confused for a while.
I don't know exactly how, but I end up on some room and I feel Riverstone's presence. I have a vague sensation of seeing him entering and exiting through a door on this room. Slowly I force myself to recover awareness and I get fully lucid. There is a mirror on the wall. I remember having read during the day an article about a meditation technique - considered a bit dangerous (I then wondered why) - consisting on staring at your own image reflected on a mirror and I decide to practice it on the dream.
As expected, my face soon starts to disfigure, becomes monstrous and I realize the danger is in becoming so frightened that I can go mad.
I feel the fear growing inside me and, to fight it, I decide to embrace the monsters in me. I stare at the mirror with my eyes wide open until they become so large and red and evil. I scream at the top of my lungs to the mirror and a long viper tongue comes out of my mouth. My hair spreads out in the air and I look horribly demonic. It is hard not to die of fear of myself!
I decide it is enough of this exercise and I recall that Riverston'e was around. Where is he now? The room is empty and I see 3 doors. I decide to go look for him, using a door as a portal. I chose the one closer to me and open it. It is a dark room and it takes me a while to see anything inside it. When I finally see something, it's full of zombies! They are lethargically lying on the floor, or leaning against the walls, but when they see me, they all get up to try to catch me. I try not to panic and simply go back through the same door, calmly. Unfortunately I don't return to the point of departure. I'm now in a post-apocalyptic dream scenario, in an underground complex full of zombies. Shit. I have a slight awareness that it is my fault and I make a mental note to self, not to go about exploring the dream world after unleashing my own demons. I don't feel enough strength to get out of there or make them disappear. I just run and climb stairs and try to find an exit. They are everywhere. Then I figure I can climb walls like Spider-Man (first time I try), which the zombies can't do and that's how I manage to reach the upper level of this building, unharmed. I find a grid leading to the outside at the ground level. There's green grass, blue sky and policemen controlling the entrance to the zombie underground. It all seems like a metaphor for the dark vs. light places of my mind. (...)

April 12, 2012
School Pickings
There was something going on in my school and people were being called up. This happened twice in the dream. During the second time, they tried to seperate the kids from the high schoolers, but the tallest person in the high school wanted to stand with the kids.

Exploding Wall
I was inside of some room that, apparently, was attached to my bedroom. I had never gone in the room, but someone used to sleep in there, because there was an empty bed frame and some of the drawers still had clothes in them. There was a wood lining just above the floor, on the wall (I don't know what it's called, it’s just wood at the bottom of a wall that goes around the room.) There was one piece of that lining that my mom was suspicious about. She thought there was a gun behind it! I was like, yeah right, and I picked it up, it was loose. There was a small explosion, and I went back a foot or two. (Just from fear, not the explosion; it was a small "Boom!") It kind of burnt my hand. It looked like there was a piece of sandpaper, a lottery ticket, and maybe a match was back there. Then people were being chosen for something outside the room I was in, and they said too bad you have to be in there!

Halo Star Wars Map
There was some big map I was in, kind of like in a Halo game. There was me and some other guy fighting. I was blue and could summon a force field that went in the middle of the map so he had to stay on his side. But he was red and he had a light saber, so I constantly had to lure him over to his side, then run back to my side and summon a force field. He would just start attacking the force field with his light saber, even though it did nothing. Then somehow, I broke the rules because I just stopped whatever I was doing with the red guy and picked up some box person. Everyone was looking at me and whispering as if I did something wrong.

Lying Mexican in an RV
I remember there was some guy in an RV telling me about what I needed to type in his thread about how I had a lucid dream. He gave me the basic script but I had to add in what the dream was like. He wanted me to lie saying I had a LD using his method. Also I think the guy was Spanish because I remember the word "Oramos". I thought in the dream it meant Christmas, but it actually means "we pray".

Dream - Lucid

I was in a river in a canyon, surrounded by rock walls. The sky was grey. I want to say I was in Oregon. The water was pretty shallow, but it was moving pretty fast; some of it looked like white waters. There was a girl with me, and there were other people around as well.

I remember also telling someone that I had Gyrados (a Pokemon) at home. I was worried about moving to a top floor apartment because the water that he required would leak through the floor. Weird.

I got into the river. I felt the water rush around me; I was about waist deep. I was going to climb over one of the rock walls to the other side of the river. This girl that was with me was being so annoying. She kept telling me everything to do, what I was doing wrong, etc. It was really pissing me off.

I got to the wall and started to climb. The rocks were damp, dark grey, and mossy. I wasn’t afraid of the climb at all, surprisingly. In fact, I discovered that I loved to climb, and it came to me very easily.

I got to the top, and the girl was still being annoying. I can’t remember what I did; in all honesty, I think I just ignored her, or maybe I told her to be quiet. Anyway, I climbed to the bottom the same way I did the top. I got in the water, which was rushing very fast; the current was extremely strong.

I got in anyway. The water was a little deeper on this side of the wall. I saw other people in it, families even, who were not getting swept away because they were on the outskirts of the river in the more shallow parts. I started to get carried away, but I saved myself before I got swept too far. I fought the current and made it back to the wall.

~

I was at my house, in my room. The lights weren’t on in my room, and it was grey outside. I think Leslie was there with me. I had all these pets...tons of cats and a dog. They were all kept in the playroom where I keep my cat in waking life.

I went out into the hallway, and there were 3 identical orange, fluffy cats there. All of their names were Ginger, except for one, who I called Ginger White (why I have no idea…the cat was all orange just like the others). One was in the middle of the hallway, the other right behind it and to the right, and the last by the door.

I went back in my room, and the phone rang. I answered it, and heard a small voice on the other end. I asked who it was, and they said
“Ginger White!”
“Oh! I couldn’t tell it was your voice!” I said back. I can’t remember what else was said specifically.

Weird. My cat called me.

I then went in the playroom. The dog in there was in the brown laundry basket beside the door to the game closet. He was a short haired small-medium sized dog with brown fur. He was jumping up and down, trying to get out of the basket, which also had some dirty laundry in it. I brought him some food and water.

Then, I went downstairs into the living room, and there was a mother cat in a cat bed with lots of kittens. The cat bed was sitting on the far end of the couch on the arm. They were so cute! Some of their ears were flat, like the Scottish Fold breed of cat. They were dark grey with black stripes.

I laid on my stomach on the couch and started taking pictures with my phone of the cats. I kept trying to zoom in and out, trying to get the best angle I could. Every picture I took was pretty good, but it wasn’t perfect like I wanted. The mother cat was being very good and looking at the camera every time I tried to snap a picture. I kept thinking about how photogenic she was.

Another night where I remember only a fragment of a dream:

I'm lying in bed and wearing pajamas and a robe. I'm not laying flat, I'm propped up against some pillows that are between me and the headboard. Theres a young woman laying in bed next to me and propped up as I am. She's very pretty and kind of resembles Sara Gilbert (from the Big Bang Theory). We're talking and I ask her what she wants for Christmas. She tells me she wants a sister. I respond by telling her she already has two sisters, thinking in my mind of two girls (sisters) I know in real life. She says, "I know." So I ask her again, "What do you really want for Christmas?" and playfully bump her left knee with my right knee. She laughs and responds by rolling sideways towards me and gripping my knee with both of her knees. I take it as her flirting with me.

At this point I woke up because I needed to use the bathroom.

After falling back asleep, I enter the same dream it seems, but now I am off the bed and standing at the doorway of the bedroom. I'm bouncing a large blue tennis ball against the wall iin the next room. (By large, I mean kick ball sized) But after bouncing it against the wall for a while, I notice that the ball is leaving marks on the wall. I look closer and notice that they're not scuff marks; they're lined up perfectly horizontally and vertically. And some of the marks actually look like symbols. One is a half circle (like a smile) with a dot above it. I turn and ask the girl on the bed to "take a look at these marks on the wall."

After this I wake up and can't get back to sleep.

I am someone very similar to Leonidas ... I leave a fortress city, to its exterior. I see the city wall which extends through the endless desert ... the sky is very dark brown, very dark ... the whole dream is in sepia tones.
I say something, but I do not remember what.

There was a large eerie castle completely black in the dead of night. It was composed of many thin, tall, rectangular sections with points erected at the tops of them. It was almost its own island in a large ravine, and the only way to it was a skinny crumbling bridge that was an extension of the edge of the cliff.

There was a stone or concrete wall on the cliff side of the bridge that snaked to the horizon and bent around to make a small room enclosed at one end buy a metal gate. The room was apparently a large shower and I was showering in there as people walked by. No one seemed to notice I was there and I didn't really care anyway.

At the top of the castle appeared my mom and a man my mother had dated irl, George. They looked down at me and even thought they were extremely far away I could see them and hear them like they were next to me, and I know the same was for them.

George started to talk to me and I watched as his gaze drifted to my naked body. I yelled at him to look me in the eye and he looked for a moment and then drifted again. I spent a good amount of the dream yelling at him getting more and more angry until I decided to leave. I walked to the gate and realized that it was unlocked. I thought it had been locked that whole time and was suddenly set back.

I continued to yell at George until I woke up.

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

Notes:
Folks, this is what happens if you have poor recall and end up becoming lucid. Practice your recall! I had a very frustrating time trying to remember this; I probably spent twenty minutes lying in bed just thinking about it, and even then, I couldn't remember much.

This was a longer semi-lucid that probably clocked in at around 8 minutes, although I can't remember next to anything about it. One thing I do remember is doing the nose-plug RC, but I don't know where I was at the time. A few minutes after this, I was now doing stabilization exercises. I was walking into an underground subway station; it was essentially a large room with a fairly low ceiling; the entire thing was made of darker grey concrete that was almost shiny. The lighting was dim, with a dark yellow hue to it. The concrete was stained and looked decrepit. On one side of the floor, going from one rectangular hole in the wall to the other, was a clean, normal-looking tunnel for a subway to pass through. I was walking through a tight hallway, made of the same concrete, to get to this room. The hallway was probably only 2 feet wide, and only twice my height. On the left, I was running my hand along the wall as I walked, because it was covered in transparent patches of ice, and white frost that looked very real. I remember marveling at how cold and realistic it felt.

This is one of my
Five-Star Dreams

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I started to talk. "I..."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Cool."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

MY FIRST LUCID!
6am WBTB and then felt myself go 'into' the dream from waking state. I don't think i'd class it as WILD as i didn't induce it. When i woke up, I told Alex all about my dream, i believe he will post his dream up soon

I woke into the dream. I don't remember where i was, but i do remember touching something around me to try and ground myself.. the sensation of touching something made me start to lose lucidity as I thought of my waking body still asleep.
As i was losing lucidity, I thought of Alex (Dark_Merlin) and his aura. I could feel a teal/turquoise color far far away and turned to face it. Giving it a shot and trying to prolong my lucid dream, i 'jumped' to him (Like the movie Jumper). The don't remember much about the jump itself except that it went from black nothingness where i couldn't even see my own body to Alex being infront of me, a big LONG wall to my right (Alex's left) and Toby (a friend of ours) standing next to me. Assuming this was a shared dream, I tried to bring Alex into the lucidness. I done the Lady Gaga pose of covering one eye up seeing as his RC check sign is an eye.
Alex just started laughing and Toby walked away.
Giving up on trying to lucid Alex, I picture a door on the wall tried to 'will' books and my.. DG inside. When i 'felt' that there was someone inside, i felt someone 'probe' my consciousness, like they were trying to link their mind with mine. I remembered a friend of mine telling me to Kamehameha if i had a lucid, so I walked in front of the door.. and Kamehameha waved the door down. I walked inside to see a (lady?) there. She was short and not the most attractive of women. This lady had a very amused look on her face. I felt insulted and walked out of the room. She laughed and walked over to me, in front of the door and asked me if i knew where Toby was.
"I don't know, probably talking to girls" (or something along those lines).




Alex's Dream: http://www.dreamviews.com/blogs/dark...ng-yard-18284/
I believe the wall would be abouts the end of the bridge. If anyone can work out what the wall may represent in his dream, please comment on this dream entry or his. Another friend of his went lucid about two nights ago and when she went to find Alex in his dreams, there was also an endless wall.

Thanks for reading!

im sitting in my living room watching TV, there is no one else around me, i look to my right to see what appears to be a black hole on the wall next to me, i raise my hand up and put it near the spot and saw my fingers get pulled in and warped, it begins to gain strength and my hand is pulled in, no matter how hard i try i cant pull them out, eventually my entire arm is inside it, i look around but no one is there to help me. after a few minutes of trying, i finally manage to get my arm out, i then walk upstairs and, oddly, begin to write a dream journal of this exact dream when i wake up in my bed.

A dream from 2001 or so...
I had this a little while after I moved away from a bunch of my friends to a different state.

Me and by old friend (irl) B are standing in nothingness. It is just white that extends forever, and we are confused as to how we got there.
Suddenly a wall begins to build itself around us. It starts out translucent and slowly builds to full opacity, and is made out of bricks. It is a lot like a video game.

We notice quickly that the wall is trapping us and we begin to run toward one end of the wall, each of us taking different directions. We are to slow and are just behind where it is becoming solid. We end up meeting each other as the square fortress becomes complete and I tell him to leave first. He jumps out, and I follow, but the wall becomes solid on my arm that had not cleared where the wall was appearing.

B grabs my legs and begins to pull, and for some reason I don't understand I bend my arm so that it is hooked on the other side of the wall and I can not get out, even though there was enough space for me to slide my arm out. I tell him to make a break for it, he hesitates, but then runs.

It is like there is suddenly a society inside the wall, and there is a giant docking station. A humongous arc floats into the docking station, one driven by huge ants. I am terrified since I have no idea what they will do to me, but I still remain where I am. They shoot me in the leg with a dart and I feel my body slowly go numb and I loose consciousness.

I know they take me into the fortress and that I am kept there for a long time, but I forget the details of the middle.

They are trying to force me to go to part of the city I don't want to go when B returns swinging on something to swoop in for a final save.

I was starring at my wall from my bed. I noticed a spider web (checking there is a similar web in this corner) with a red Newt trapped in it. (I saw two recently while on a walk.) My girlfriend emerged from the bathroom and I pointed it out.

We both sat there starring at it a moment and my focus widened to reveal that now we were starring at my paneled ceiling. One of the panels was removed and a larger nasty looking network of spider webs was there. At this point, the two of us fell backwards onto the bed to match the depth and location of the visual.

A large scorpion emerged from the darkness along the webs to devour the Salamander.

This seems like another throw away dream, but here again is the new transition element I used to enter a TV scene in my last recorded dream.

*i was sick before having this dream

I was lying in bed thinking "i don't want to go to school in the morning" so i got up and went to the bathroom, i look at myselfin the mirror and actually see that in my left eye i have 3 iris's then i go into my moms room, she said it was ok if i didn't go to school in the morning i think that's good and look outside and see it's already daytime, that's when it hits me that i'm in a dream.I have dark blotchs infront of my eyes and realise that my dream not very stable, i start touching things in the dream because i heard that helps, the blotchs reduce slightly, i rub my hands togehter spin around and shout "stablity", the blotchs dissaper, so i think to myself "hmmm, what can i do?" flying was out of the question since my dream was so fragile, then rememberd my lucid goal, to phase through a wall, i put my hand on the wall and press on it, nothing happens, i believe that my hand can go through the wall and then my fingers start going through it but then stop, i decided i would have to try another day, i also wanted to try and teleport using a portal, i walk up to a wall and click my fingers and a shiny grey metallic portal opens up. A little mouse comes out and says " are you comming back to the cave master? The troll wants all our metal ore! i don't understand that and am about to pass through the portal when my dream fades away