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whiterains dream

very intense drema slast night but pretty poor memory today. the min bit i remember was being back in college in halls. thee was a bit of a fight and these 2 big lads went crashing through this upstairs window, not breaking it but knocking it out of the frame. they fell the 6 metres or so down. i later heard they were both stable but one was still unconscious.

then i was back in halls trying to hide from something. i went to hide in someones room, and they turned into this character from fresh meat who is a little like someone i lived near in college. he was being odd so i made my apologies and left. damn memory, more later perhaps

Sleep: 1:31 AM
Method: Intention "I will remember my dream"

My contacts dried up. I threw them out of my window. Travel. Dormitory.

Sleep Time: 1:00 a.m - 11:00 a.m

I'm a bridesmaid at a wedding reception. We are all toasting each other and sampling these tiny little cakes. I remember they tasted really, really good! Suddenly I realize that I don't know any of these people and so I must be dreaming. I don't do a reality check because I just know that this is a dream. The first thing I want to do is stabilize the dream so I yell "CLARITY NOW". Instantly everything becomes so clear and bright. I can feel myself starting to lose myself in the dream so I decide to do a reality check afterall. I first try to push my index finger through my palm but this fails so I plug my nose and find that I can still breathe through it.

Now I decide that I want to try flying. I go up a flight of stairs inside this house. The house looks similar to my own but it's different somehow. When I get to the second floor, I enter a room and see a glassless window. I decide to jump out of this window in order to try to fly. As I begin to jump, I feel like it's not going to work. Sure enough, I crash into the ground..This is where I lose lucidity.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was standing in a corridor that looked like it had a wheelchair ramp built into it. The wall I faced was a window wall, extending all the way down the corridor. There may have been a hairpin turn along the wall to get to a tiny, glass-walled space before the exit door.

I probably stood right at the door, inside the building. Outside stood a family. They were all telling me goodbye. The family was white, kind of well-off-looking. There were an older dad, probably a mom, and a bunch of other people.

There were two little girls in the family, and I may have been attracted to the littler one. She may have been five or six years old.

I took some chance to hug the little girl. I had a feeling that if I hugged her, we could both share our feelings of attraction for one another in some secret way. I was sure she was attracted to me, too. But I didn't want to get in trouble for showing my feelings.

Later on I may have been in some cafe. I may have been sitting at a table with a white boy. The table we sat at was against a wall. I sat on one end of the table so that the wall was to my right. The boy sat at the adjacent end, so that he faced the wall.

He was probably gay. He was tall, kind of pretty. He had his hair shaved really close on the sides and then kind of flowing on top. He wore a grey jacket, and he may have had the collar of the jacket turned up.

The boy was kind of stuck-up, it seemed to me. I was pretty sure he hated me. I didn't want to bother him. But I was also kind of angry that he acted so stuck-up. I felt threatened, and I wanted to prove somehow that I wasn't threatened.

I was now back with the family at the door. The older sister was now talking to me. The older sister was maybe ten or eleven years old. She had blonde-brown hair and tan skin. She wore a white skirt and a turquoise tank-top.

The older sister told me that the little sister had gotten sick or something, so she couldn't hug anybody. So the older sister would have to hug me instead.

I knew that the older sister was attracted to me. I knew that she thought if she could just get a chance to hug me, she'd make me attracted to her instead of to her little sister.

I hugged the girl. She wasn't skinny, but her body, around her waist, felt strong. I did feel like I was attracted to her. But I didn't want her family to know. I didn't want to get in trouble.

I walked out the door with the family. I either held hands with the older sister or managed to do something with her like lift her up onto my shoulders, so she was riding on my shoulders.

Everybody in the family seemed pretty happy. For some reason, I asked the girl something either like, "If you knew this was the last day of your life, what would you do?" or, "If this were the last day of your life, could you truly say you've died happy?"

I was now back in the cafe with the tall, white boy. I had apparently asked him some question as well. He was writing something in a notebook. His handwriting was mostly capital letters, very blocky, in something like black, felt-tip pen. But he was also answering me. I had a feeling that he was finally coming around to liking me.

Then another boy sat across the table from me. He had olive skin and black hair, with his bangs kind of spiked down a bit over his forehead. He wore a brownish sweatshirt. He also seemed to be gay.

The first boy had at some point gone to open the door of the cafe so that some cool air could flow in. But the second boy sat next to the thermostat. He turned up the heat.

The first boy asked the second boy if he'd turned up the heat. The second boy said he had. It wasn't clear whether he'd done it because the open door was making him cold or because he wanted to keep the heat at a level that was sure to annoy the first boy.

The first boy stood up to go close the cafe door, assuming that if he did that, the second boy would turn down the thermostat. But as he stood up, the first boy said to the second boy, "You know, I'm really beginning to despise you."

Dream 1

I am in a room and in the room are 2 of my husbands, i didnt realise there shouldn't be 2 of him. The one lying on the settee to my right asked me to get him a beer, then the one to my left asked me aswell ((dream skip)) I am holding the beers, i give 1 to the kev on my right then sort of glide over to the kev on my left and give him his beer, i could hear the beer fizzing, it was really loud!!

Dream 2

I am lying in my bed, i'm in that half asleep half awake stage, i decide to keep still and WILD, i hear the noise of SP coming and feel the vibrations really strongly, i think "ok go with it" I feel myself falling and say to myself "i'm dreaming" I land on my bed with a bang. I can feel something behind me, and i know it's that nasty "presence" pretending to be my hubby ((i always get this in any WILD)) I know that if i try to get up it will grab me and i dont like that, anyway being sure that i'm dreaming I do the nose pinch test and i cant breathe through my nose, i try again as i know i'm dreaming and this time it works ((stupid WILD's lol)) I now decide i have to get out of bed but i have to stop my hubby from grabbing me like he always does so i think "i know i'll trick him and make him think i'm coming back" I say "i'm just going to get a drink" i then gently get out of bed and stand up, i'm now facing the window and i'm thinking "haha, i bloody tricked him and it worked" lol I decide to do another check which i have never tried before just out of curiosity so i try to push my finger through my hand and nothing..it doesnt work for me and im wondering why, o look out of the window and my sight is still a little fuzzy, i decide i musnt have a stable enough dream. I rub my hands together and say "clarity now" it clears a little but not much and i decide its not going to get much better than this. I decide to try and fly out of rhe window but as i jump a little i just slowly come back down to the floor. I realise that this is going to be one of those dreams which i cant do bugger all but am fully lucid haha, doesnt happen often they are really good usually but at times when this happens i decide to just have a ponder around the house. I walk out of my bedroom and im on the landing, i can hear the boiler on ((but not on in real life)) i flick the light to turn it on and it flashes but then goes off again and i hear the boiler die, now i decide to walk into the bathroom and i instinctivley pill the cord and am shocked when the light comes on and stays on..lights never work in my dreams..never ever!! I sit on the loo and start giggling at how the things that usually work wont work but the things that never work are working, my lucid is all back to front lmao!!! I decide that theres not much point staying lucid if i cant do anything so I shut my eyes and think of myself lying on my bed and i wake up in bed after a hard landing, still chuchkling about it all being back to front lol

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was in a huge building, either like a mansion or a museum. The building was dim, as if at night, with only a few lights on.

I had been in a back area, where there was a high, wooden wall, with a tall window up high on the wall. I then walked forward to some narrow area with a slanted, wall-like display stand or case.

My old friend R was standing in front of this display area. He stood really close to it. He seemed to be trying to avoid looking at me. I somehow knew he'd gotten a reputation for being violent, almost psychotic. He was so tired of dealing with this reputation that he didn't even want to have to look at anybody.

But he actually was as violent as people accused him of being. And he actually wanted to act violently toward me, because he felt I'd somehow insulted him.

I faced R. But now he was in a room even closer to the front of the building. He was in a little niche in a wall to my right. He may even have been wrapped in bandages, like a mummy.

I wanted to prove that there was no reason to be afraid of R and that I wasn't afraid of him. So I handed R a whole bunch of items that looked like huge items of silverware: like huge forks and knives. There were also some huge tongs that looked like forks. Everything was sharp, and I knew it could all be used as a weapon to kill me.

I was now going to leave the house. The idea was, I knew, that if R had weapons and I left the house, that R would kill me. But I was going to prove people wrong. Nevertheless, I was still afraid to leave through the front door.

I ran all the way to the back of the building. There was a window I'd easily be able to climb up to and crawl out of. But as I started crawling out the window, I felt like R might be right there, waiting to throw the weapons I'd given him at my chest.

So I climbed back down. To my right, as I faced the wall, there was a dim kitchen, just like a kitchen in any nice suburban house. Just above the sink was another window. I thought that since R thought I was going to come out the back window, I'd be safe going out the kitchen window instead.

But as I was climbing out the window, I could feel R's presence again. I knew that this time he probably would manage to catch me, throwing the sharp weapons I'd given him at my chest and piercing my heart.

Dream #2

I was looking at a magazine, maybe a porn magazine. The pages were nothing but photos, maybe six photos per page, in the same kind of style as a porn magazine.

The photos showed two girls in bed. They were about nine or ten years old. They were wearing pajama pants and pajama shirts. Apparently, under their pajama pants the girls were wearing diapers.

The girls got into a kind of sixty-nine position with each other. The girl on top of the other girl rubbed her face against the bottom girl until her pants had been worked off. She somehow managed to remove the girl's diaper in the same way.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was out on some road that appeared to be on a building top. I may have been standing outside at first. But, at least eventually, I was inside a vehicle, possibly a van. I was with some man and someone like my mom. The day was really sunny, maybe hot.

I saw an airplane flying up through the air, just after it had lifted off. But the back end of the airplane was shaped just like the back end of a space shuttle. The whole airplane may have been white and red, with a shiny, plasticky look.

I got kind of freaked out because the airplane had had the back end of a space shuttle. I thought the craft should be lifting up into the air much faster if it were a shuttle. I got the eerie feeling that it would start lifting quickly up into the air very soon. But something about the fact that it kept not lifting up into the air had me really panicked.

One of the people with me, probably the man, may have tried to convince me that the craft weren't actually a shuttle, and that its back end didn't actually look like that of a shuttle.

I looked over the building we were on. There was a space shuttle posed in front of the building, on some kind of metal-frame, like a statue. I tried to compare the craft in the air and the shuttle on the ground.

I must have been satisfied. We started driving away from the scene. I felt afraid to look back at the craft in the air. We passed some large passenger plane that looked normal. It gave me a huge sense of the relief, as if the craft in the air were normal.

We were now driving around on some tarmac, possibly at the foot of the building we had been on. We drove past one experimental plane. I knew about this whole place, and I knew about these experimental planes. I told the man about this plane. The man may now have been someone like my mom's old boyfriend.

We drove past another experimental plane. This one was all clear, like it was just a thin, metal skeleton covered over with the clear material that makes the walls of a greenhouse.

The plane was kind of needle-shaped, with something about it reminiscent of the Blackbird. It also had something to its design very much like the grid pattern underlying some computer animations. The plane also had a logo on its side saying "Scoop Technologies."

I told the man something about this plane as well, like I was a little kid showing off how smart I was to an adult man. We then passed another plane which may have been much, much larger than the clear craft. We then passed another experimental craft, which I may also have explained to the man.

Dream #2

I was in some building, on the second floor, laying on my stomach on the floor, staring out a window-wall. Below was some kind of small courtyard, floored with stone tiles, edged around with little gardens and trees, with some leafs blowing across the tiles.

Two girls were down in the courtyard area. They may have been in their early teens. They were both dressed in costumes. The costumes were like older European dresses, like from the Elizabethan era or a bit later than that. But the colors of the costumes were very bright, like Sailor Moon uniforms.

One of the girls saw me looking down at them. She ran up to the building, jumped all the way up to the window, and tapped her hand against the glass. The girl apparently liked me, and she was trying to let me know.

The girl was now back on the ground with her friend. The two girls spoke with each other for a moment. I couldn't believe the girl had managed to jump high enough to tap the window. I wanted her to do it again. But I also wanted her to do it again so I could make sure she liked me.

I tapped on the glass and waved the girl back to me. The girl came wandering back up to the building. The other girl warned the girl not to jump up to the window, since she'd get hurt really bad if she slipped and fell.

This time she didn't jump up to the window. She climbed up something like a thin, metal drain-pipe that had little pieces of metal like ladder-rungs running up it. The wall was red stone (so red it almost looked painted), and the drain-pipe and "ladder-rungs" were the same color.

The girl got up to the window and touched my hand.

Now the girl was down on the ground with her friend, a ways away from the building. The girl stood near a waist-high, silvery metal column. The girl lifted up her skirt and draped it over this column. She then kind of leaned over the column, so her torso was parallel with the ground.

I was now sitting somewhere, possibly on the roof of a building, with two women. We had a bunch of stuff with us like we were taking a trip to the beach. I sat on the floor, on a towel. There were a few other big beach towels all around me. On either side of me there were long beach chairs and tall parasols.

One of the women was my friend H's friend Y. Y sat on the edge of one of the beach chairs. Y was telling the other woman, in a different language, how she liked me, but how it seemed like all I ever did was study and think about intellectual things. Y wondered if I could possibly like her at all.

I spoke to Y in English, not letting on that I'd understood everything she'd just said in the foreign language, but letting her know that I was interested in her. But I then got worried about showing her any more of my feelings. H was coming back soon. And H liked me. She couldn't think I liked Y.

I'm walking through streets in poor conditions. I'm in London in Victorian times.
I have a light behind me, maybe the moon? I only see my outline, surrounded by white fog, semi-thick.
I see the tiles (large stones of the sidewalk) it reflects the light of the moon because of moisture from the night.
In the background I can hear Big Ben – the clock, but I do not know what time it is.
I keep walking. In the street the only thing that´s heard are my steps, the rest is silent and deserted.
I find a home. The only details that catches my eye is the window of the house and the wall of the same.
The window is one that "leaves" from the wall. It's big (it´s like those windows that on the inside of the house you can sit and put pillows on).
The frames are dark brown.
I look at the front door, the wood of the door is rough and yellow-brown.
I knock at the door.
D opens the door . Behind the door (I don’t get in, but I can see the wall behind the door) is a storage with hanging bags of spices.
D looks at me and says in a neutral tone of voice: "- Jack the Ripper"
I raise my hands to the level of my eyes and I see them completely covered in blood.

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I broke through a window with my head. I was then trying to climb through it without cutting myself on the edges. I lifted myself through using my arms alone, which was difficult because the gravity was messed up. My hands grinded against the sharp edges of the smashed glass as I attempted this. Finally I got through. I brushed some powdered glass off my hands, which were completely unharmed.

Last Nights Dreams

Dream 1

I am in my bed ((in rl)) I have been lying there for about an hour, I'm on my back counting from 100 down and in between counting I'm saying in my head "tonight I will lucid dream" My limbs begin to feel like they aren't there, I have my eyes closed. I then get that weird feeling, there isn't any SP noise just the odd feeling you get of going into a dream while staying concious. I am now in my dream, I am still lying in bed and my eyes are closed. I feel my hubby's hand grab at me and I think "Ahhh, It's one of those dreams" I hate it when I have these kind of faulse awakenings because my hubby always grabs me etc, ((thats what lets me know I'm dreaming if it ever happens when I DILD)) I open my eyes now and see His hand coming at me again so I slap it away, my movements are slow, like fighting him off in an invisible bog. He grabs my arm again but I think "sod this, I'm not doing this again" I fight back and he keeps trying to grab at me, I manage to sit up and I launch at Him. I'm slapping Him and whack His finger very hard...I suddenly think "Shit I hope this is a dream or He's going to kill me for that" ((It feels very real and it nearly convinced me for a minute that it was)) I now begin screaming at him "It's just a stupid dream...It's just a stupid dream", I scream this at Him several times while slapping him off me then I manage to get out of the bed. He now stops grabbing at me and begins to go back to sleep. I take his arm that is very slowly and calmly still gently edging towards me and place it over His chest and I quietly say "Sshhh", He is now back asleep. My dream still has a bad feel to it so i think "I need to get away and out of this dream into another one before He wakes up again" I remember that the last time I had a lucid in my room I didn't fly out of my window and didn't know how to get out so I decide this time I'll fly out of the window and headed for it. I look through the glass and see a dark night sky..i see houses and buildings and I can see they have the lights on inside of them, it's a lovley pretty view. My view is a bit blurry so I decide to open the window to make my view clearer. I open it and my view is now very much clearer but I can feel a cold breeze blowing through. I look at my hubby and think "shit this will wake him up" ((I did not want to wake him up in my dream just so he can grab at me again, it's scary when he does that)) I shut the window leaving just a slight gap at the bottom. I decide to jump and hover ready to fly out quickly, I want to prepare myself and then if he wakes I can quickly escape him. I jump a little and hover...It's great. I am beginning to feel my dream coming to an end, it's still there but the feeling is different, I think "ok I'll now fly out and then maybe my dream will last" ((forgot to touch etc lol )) Before I manage to fly out I find myself lying back in my bed, eyes closed and a big smile on my face as I think "WOOT...I just WILD'ed intentionally"

Dream 2
Faulse Awakening

I have just woke up in bed and my baby Sparrow ((called Jack lol)) is flying about the bedroom , my 4 girls are in my room and one of them has let him out of his cage by accident. I am panicking ...I see my dog in my room and I'm screaming to the girls to catch the bird and also get the dog out, I quickly shut my bedroom door to keep Jack in and safe but them I wake up!

I was flying oin top of a windy field in a very non-vivid dream. The grass was swaying to the wind and the skies were VERY gray. I YELLED 'I'm DREA-'' and ''I NEED TO REALITY CHE'' with the last syllable of each word getting cut off. Soon i lost lucidity. (I'm not even sure i got it in the first place).

Soon i woke up in a False Awakening. There was thunder out my windows as loud as..... VERY LOUD!

Soon i woke up and there was thunder outside my window O_O

It was a false awakening. I noticed it was a dream because everything had a much starker contrast. It was dark but the night sky was this impossible cartoon shade of dark purple-blue. I was compelled to run. I was lucid and I was excited. This immediately put intense strain on the whole dream and I could feel my blankets on my chest. I grasped at a banister by the stairs and rubbed it to stay in control. I knew it wouldn't last so my first instincts were to start sprinting outside so that I could enjoy my lucid before it snapped. As I ran into the large living room/kitchen area in my house, I could feel the dream slipping again and I sprinted towards the window above the sink in an attempt jump out. I remember jumping at it, noting the odd shade of the sky. But before I made contact with the glass, I could feel the blanket on me again an I woke.

A shame.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was at my mom's house, which was in an apartment complex. A family living upstairs from my family was really noisy. It was really getting to the point where my family couldn't take it anymore.

We were all now down in an underground parking garage. The walls were really clean and white. The fluorescent light was kind of bright and really white.

Something had been done about the family upstairs. It was like the police had kicked them out.

Now we saw an old man from the family. He had grey-black hair and a big, grey-black mustache. His hair was really sloppily done. He had a pretty big belly, which his white polo shirt barely covered. He wasn't the father of the family. He was just a member of the family who should have moved out a long time ago.

He had come to ask my mom for some help. I told my mom to stay away from that guy. She had finally gotten free of him. Why would she let him back into her life? But my mom decided to help the guy.

The guy needed help on a test. When the police had kicked the man out of the house, they'd told him the only way he could come back was if he could pass a test with a lot of questions about American society and history. But the man couldn't understand most of the questions. So he was getting help from my mom.

Dream #2

I was in a bedroom. I'm pretty sure I was at someone else's, possibly my family's house. I was playing some kind of white Game Boy that had a clear purple case around it. Then I left the bedroom.

Before I'd left, I'd seen an upstairs neighbor, an old, black man with a really skinny bony face, pale skin and blonde-brown hair, peeking in the window at me, as if the bedroom were in a one-story house and not an apartment.

I came back to the bedroom. I realized that I'd left my Game Boy just sitting out on my bed, where it could be in plain view of the old man. I wanted to put it in a less visible place. But there was a girl standing in front of the door. She wouldn't let me in. She was a pretty, Latina girl in a colorful dress. I knew she was the old man's friend.

I pushed past the girl and went into the bedroom. The Game Boy was gone. Only the purple case was left. I walked into the living room, upset. The living room was like the one in my great-grandmother's old house.

Just as I walked into the living room, the old man walked in. He was grinning like he knew just what was going on. He was wearing some kind of suit, maybe beige or tan with a white or blue shirt. I yelled at him, "Where's my Game Boy?" But he just sat down in a chair and kept grinning, like I couldn't do anything to hurt him. I think I got really mad and shook him.

Dream #3

I got something in the mail that looked like a greeting card mixed with a letter-sized envelope. It opened on the long side, and it was supposed to be opened so that it flapped upward.

There was some printed information inside about how I'd been drafted into the Army. Below the printed information were two handwritten numbers, both long, and involving both letters and numbers. I think they each began with an A and a dash.

I hoped there was some way I could avoid being drafted. I thought, Well, I have a job already. Then I thought, No, I don't have a job. Well, I better get one quick.

I had a dream several nights ago but I cannot remember when now or what the dream was about, but I woke up with the following image in my head:

I am floating in space close to the moon. It is full and bright and has three feather hanging from it like a dreamcatcher. Beside the moon is a window shaped like a turtle, through which I can see a bright blue daytime sky filled with fluffy white clouds.

This image has stayed with me very vividly for days now, and I am currently trying to paint it.

...

Okay, finished. Acrylic on painting board. It took me four days to paint. Click on the image for a larger version:

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was in some big apartment. It felt very light inside the apartment, as if almost everything were white. There may have been people in the apartment with me. We may have been standing before something like a drafting table.

I or some other man was talking about something like dinosaur bones. Some of us people were trying to get another person interested in whatever field of study we were engaged in by showing the person that dinosaur bones were actually a lot older than he'd thought.

The person may have been a young man. One of my "colleagues" may have been kind of tall and skinny, with olive-colored skin, a stubbly face, and bushy hair and a bushy mustache.

But at some point something happened with the one of the windows of the apartment. A big blast of wind came up and blew against the window, popping it out of its socket. But it didn't pop inward; it popped outward.

I ran to grab the window to keep it from falling down to the street. There were at least three different pieces to the window: the outer pane, a screen, and some other kind of pane. The window seemed to be one of many lining the wall. There also seemed to be a big fire escape outside, lining most of the wall.

After grabbing all the pieces, though not very securely, I saw as if from outside the building. It seemed like the outer pane was actually connected to the window frame. It also looked like it could open and shut by means of a little hand-crank inside the apartment.

Dream #2

One of my co-workers, HS, was walking out of some office. He didn't want me to see him because he had his left pants leg hiked up to about his knee, revealing a pale blue sock. I told HS not to worry. I'd always thought he was a hard worker. His mishap with his pants and sock proved he was working so hard that he'd gotten absent-minded.