I dreamt that I was playing a board game with three others. We were in a worn down building and sitting around a table close to the window, inside a room that was part of a corridor. It was dark, cold and cloudy outside: perfect weather to be sitting inside and playing boardgames with a few friends! We were two teams playing against each others... our side was losing. But then I managed to do a brilliant move that caused us to win! That was the last game for the night, everyone thanked each other for a good game and stared packing up. We had been drawing the score on a nearby wall and I began cleaning it away. But then, a piece of the wallpaper fell of! Beneath it was an older wallpaper, and on it was some writing...it looked at it and saw that it was a part of something called the "Diary of Aina". It was then that I think I became lucid! I was interested in the writing so started reading it aloud. But when I did, I spoke in another persons voice. A voice that was darker, almost hissing and that sounded very sinister. And it was then that I felt a presence, like someone staring straight into my neck! I dared not look around, even though I knew that there would be nobody there. I knew it was the spirit of Aina, and it was in her voice that I had spoken. Through me, she told her story. I continued reading it aloud, hesitant at first, and always it was not me speaking. But quickly I realised that I could not stop even if I wanted to, I was not even looking at the text any more! My friends were looking at me with a confused look, they didn't know what was happening, and thought I was just acting strangely. The voice kept talking until it was done reading the part of the diary that was written on the wall. By then I was terrified, and I forced myself to wake up. It was hard, but it worked. Now I regret waking myself up of course. But the interesting thing is that I know that it was not the last time I will encounter that diary. I know there are pieces of it scattered around the dream world, still waiting to be found. If only I could remember what this one said...but I think it was a story of sadness and anger.
Last Nights Dreams Dream 1 I'm on the phone to my Mom. I'm telling her that my Brother and Sister have lost the plot and I say "see I told you I was the black sheep didn't I" ((I do feel like I am in RL)) my Mom says "why are they being like this with you?" I say "I don't know!" and I'm crying hysterically. Dream 2 Me and my hubby are shopping for stuff. We go into a wallpaper shop and there is a radiator in there the same as the one I have in my home in this dream. This radiator hangs higher on the wall. The radiator is made of silver metal and there are 3 poles the size of my arm going across and there is a slight gap between each pole. Attached to the sides are poles about the length of my leg. The second pole across has a hole in the middle as the design. We have to find wallpaper to cover these poles, and I like the wallpaper that is on the radiator in th shop, one is a blueish grey leopard print design and the other is a pinkish colour ((dream skip)) Me and my hubby are in the car in the car-park and are about to leave. The 2 owners are now on the car-park aswell and they are lifting weights . My hubby is in the drivers seat and is getting really angry because the key won't start the car, the car is just moving very slowly and nearly hits some other cars infront of us but stops before it does. I look at the gap that were in and think "how can we fit in this gap it's too slim, the car is too wide to fit in here!" I say to my hubby "shout them blokes and they'll help us" my hubby shouts them and then I wake-up.
My family mobed to Florida and we had a really big house. The second floor had a balcony. I was walking around the house, just exploring all of the rooms. Upstairs I came to a hallway. On the right was a room with bright red wallpaper and a cherry wood table. I kept going and at the end of the hallway I entered a wide, open room. It was really bright, despite the fact that there weren't that many windows. You had to walk through this room to get to the other rooms. One of them was going to be my mom's room. I can't remember what any of the others were for. I walked back into the hallway and passed the room with the wooden table. Something about that room gave me a bad vibe, like I shouldn't go in there. I ignored it and went back downstairs. My brother was on the couch and my mom was standing by the kitchen. I told her I really liked the house, but it was a little hot since we were in Florida. She told me I'd het used to it. After that I felt my nose becoming clogged and it was hard to breathe. This often happens to me in real life. I woke up and my nose was clogged also.
I'm lying on a mattress on the floor. My sister is sleeping next to me. As I stare up at a red balloon which is resting in the branches of a small tree (potted plant next to the bed) I'm wondering how to make sure I have a lucid dream when I next sleep. I decide that every time i see something that can fly I will do a reality check. Now I'm walking across the room, following my sister (she seems distant and unconnected to me). I pass a table covered in small metal disks (like coins but smaller). As I wave my hand over them they all move as if I have some magnetic pull. Finally I realise that this is a dream. So as not to get over excited and lose the dream like last time, I stare down at my hands, taking in every detail to stay grounded in the dream. As I do so, my hands start to grow and warp. I watch this happen and it seems to be working a little. However, still feeling dangerously close to waking, I remember what Stephen La Berge recommends and start spinning around on the spot. As I do this, I lose the dream scene and find myself in a gray void, still lucid. I'm annoyed that I've lost my sister and ask myself "what now?". I decide I want to see my deceased father and shout/intend to do so. I start flying around the dream space while giant rolls of wallpaper appear. I zoom around the folds until they become a long white corridor which I fly along until I'm walking out of the end and meeting my dad in some kind of laboratory. He's young, maybe 40, he looks slim and healthy. He says "I'm glad you could make it". We hug and walk off so he can show me his work. As we walk, I'm explaining how I decided to see him in my lucid dream and I remember that I should be asking the dream about healing mjy wrist. The dream fades.
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