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It started in a field with a group of people.

I see a door and a porch sitting in the field not attached to anything. I am the only one who can see it, and I can not see it very clearly. I go and open the door and as I enter it seems as though I am walking into nothingness to everyone. As I enter, the inside is clearly a house made completely of hard wood. The door closes behind me and I feel the room begin to shake. I assume the house does not want me there.

I turn and look out the widows to see a vision of the past the house is giving me. I see a car wreck with a school bus in a terrible rain storm. People begin running the injured, bleeding teens inside the house in a frenzy, but it seems like none of them survived.

The world returns to how it was, and I understand that the house is sad about the tragedy that occurred there. I let more people into the house (for reasons I don't remember). One of them ends up being a crazy ghost hunter that continually tries to get the house to react.

He has a large, shallow, yellow, rectangular, wooden tub filled with water. He starts to flick the water onto the floor, and draw pictures of rain that he hangs all over the house. The house begins to shake more and more violently and I try to stop the ghost hunter. I tell him that he is freaking out the house by reminding it of the rainstorm the kids died in and he should stop before the house turns on us. He didn't believe me. I try to reason with him about how he should listen to me since I was the only one who could see the house and I soon start yelling.

That's when I wake up.

15.05.2011

Water and Shock fight (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was with some friends at a big living room. Some of these friends were from high school and some from college. The living room was decorated old school, all the chairs were huge, made out of wood, and the table, was made out of dark wood.

Three guys were having a shock battle. They had a round little thing that gave shocks. Also, they had spray bottles with water to make those shocks more powerful. After a while fighting and playing around, one young guy with black short hair got electrocuted. I could see some smoke coming out of his head.

One guy wanted to give me a shock and fool me around. I told him that my brain was working fine and that I needed no shocks. The guy laughed and ended up shocking me, but did not feel the pain.

We started to shock each other and we ended up being shoaked up. The water sprays had a lot of power and the entire room as wet.

A few moments later, they were talking about a game. Such game had something to do with a monkey who wore clothes and a baby human. The monkey wanted to adopt the baby, but he was not capable to raise him, so the monkey got sad. A sad song played. I woke up.

12.05.2011

Giant Minnie Mouse popped (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

[/COLOR]A lot happened before this.

I was with two female friends. We were in a big mall, however, it was very odd. The stores were separated by brown wooden walls, like cubicles. We were going to the food court but for some reason, they wanted escort. We got to a table and I told them that I had to leave for a few moments.

I got to the street where there were so many people. I drew some shapes with my fingers and a big drawing appeared underneath me. Suddenly, the head of Minnie Mouse (wtf) spawned and started to grow bigger. I grabbed the ears and the thing grew about 15 feet.

People were drawned to it and suddenly, the thing had a lot of people attached to it. The giant Minnie Mouse was boucing, harder and harder. People where trying to avoid it to crash, so it would not blast. Suddenly, it hitted a wall and exploded. Most people flew several feet away.

I read on this forum somewhere that going to bed hungry or thirsty can improve dreaming. I was really hungry when I went to sleep, and I can definitely confirm that my dreaming was very clear, vivid, and realistic. Unfortunately no lucidity though.

We move into a small flat but it feels to be like it's only a temporary arrangement because I am still actively looking for a better one. I think this is partly to do with the fact that it's haunted, mostly the shower. I hear that the one across the hall is becoming free, and I happen to catch the end of a flat viewing in action. The realtor is a man with dark hair, eyes and Mediterranean looking skin, dressed in an expensive looking grey silk suit. The realtor asks if I was one of the persons registered to look at the flat, and checks his list. My name is on it. I am relieved because I don't remember registering.

He tells me this flat will go fast and leads me in through the door. I am struck immediately by three things, one by how huge and spacious the flat is, how oddly decorated (wood panel everywhere but modern looking) and also by how the realtor tries to molest me as soon as we get in the door. I push him off, no longer disturbed, now eager to take some video of the flat on my iPhone for my man to look at later. The realtor seems to imply that he will favour my application if I do him some favours. I push him away again, and begin my tour of the flat.

It's almost like the walls are made of what looks to be the inside of a cave, together with the modern dark wood panel on most of it as well as the floors. It's beautiful. We go downstairs and it's more cave like, with stalactites and everything, but they are subtle and look very much like they fit to the flat. I ask how many kids the previous tenants have and he tells me they have 5, with one on the way. He tells me he wants the baby.

We arrive at a kind of in flat delicatessen store. There are a few people milling around in there, one middle aged man stops to talk to me as I finish up the video. My son is being a bit of a brat and the man suddenly smacks his head against the wall as if to punish him. I'm horrified at this stranger's cruelty towards my son, and I proceed to flip out on him. The realtor reveals that the man is not only the current tenant, but also his brother, and I should go easy on him. The blow out passes and I dreamskip to asking how much the rent is on the flat. The realtor tells me it's 549 warm. I don't bother to fill out an application because it's too expensive for us.

I leave to go home to deal with my haunted shower.

09.04.2011

"OM" Meditation to Astral Project (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was walking outdoors. It was sunny and warm. I was in a different city where I currently live. It was a city made out of buildings on about 4-5 stories each. The buildings were red, dark read brick colored.

I remember a street that was going uphill. The street had stairs and buildings on each side. There was a big taller building in front of me. I met with a gal who kissed me a few times. I was going to this building for some psychic convention or something. I was excited. On my way I found some made up friends until I made it to the building.

I entered the building. There was large walk-in refrigerators and some showers at the bottom. I knew I was going to spend there several hours, so I took a shower. I decided to eat something. I opened one of this refrigerators, made out of stainless steel. Inside, I found a big chocolate cake, a lava cake and some muffings. I did not feel like eating sweet, but I had no other choice.

After eating, we were going to do some group meditation. It was probably a, "OM"session. We were attempting to Astral Project. I think I was the only one who was actually succeeding. I started to feel my body numb and I felt some vibrations (they were not like real vibrations while I try to AP, but dreamed ones) I was feeling my wedding ring too heavy on my finger and it was disturbing me to AP. I told by telepathy to other psychic to remove my ring. She did slowly, but for some reason I said something I cannot recall and lost focus. The lady said,"I felt very bad while I was holding your wedding ring and you said that."

I ended the meditation session. Now I was in a room where the ceiling, walls and floors were made out of wood. The room was pretty empty and I decided to leave. I walked through this home and I felt someone was looking for me. I decided to check my hands when I saw one of my fingers was broken.

I turned lucid. I flew away breaking up the window as usual. It was partially cloudy and I was in downtown. The buildings were very high and most were black. The dream was pretty stable so I decided what to do.

I recalled the Tasks of the Month, but they were done already so nothing. I also recalled I never missed a task of the month so I was good there. I recalled several Tasks of the Year, but I passed, I did not feel like doing them. I decided to put my thoughts in order and plan a few things I needed to do work related and metaphysically related. (Too bad I forgot to attempt to jump to the Astral Plane from the Dream Plane... oh well) I stood floating without doing anything "dream related" for several minutes. After while, I spotted a huge dog on the top of a building. I flew to the dog and started to pet it. It was a Boxer, but it was huge, about 5 feet tall.

I also spotted another dog in other building, so I flew to it and played with him for a while until I lost lucidity. I saw a giraffe, but it was all gray and it had huge elephant ears. When I approached it, it was more like a rhino. It trampled me and pushed me out to some sort of garbage disposal. A female employee pushed the button of a small door that said, "Not animals" It was a yellow sign with a black cow on it. I started to get sucked by something and flew away to the interior of the building.

I realized I was still dreaming. I found my wife who was afraid of something. We went to the top of the building and told her we were in a dream. I told her she was probably going to forget the dream, but that I wanted to try anyway. My wife was acting like if she had waking limitation and vulnerabilities. I told her we could do whatever we liked as we were dreaming. I proved jumping very high, but she was not convinced. I also explained to her that everything in the dream was also material and touchable. I punched a car and made a hole in the door. I told her that even I could do something I could not on waking, the car had some resistance and did not vanish.

December 4, 2010
Wake Time: 6:15 AM

AWAKE DREAM LUCID

I cannot recall any dreams as real as this one. To put it simply... It blew my mind! Here it is: I woke up in my bed, feeling the sheets on my body. Then for some reason I decided to look at my hands. I made a fist and my hand looked abnormally small. I thought, Hmm... This cant be right. Then it hit me: I am dreaming! Then I remembered to look at my hands and examine them, while also rubbing them together in order to make the dream intensify in clarity. It worked, and my hands felt so very real! It was very dark in my room and I could not see very well. So I walked over to the light switch feeling my way over. Everything in my room felt exactly how it did in real life. The wood floor on my bare feet, the couch upholstery, and the fabric of my clothing. I turned on the switch in my room, and it did turn on the lights (some people say that lights don't work in their dreams. I find that they always work in mine). I didn't bother to look around though after the light turned on. I just moved on to the hallway outside my bedroom, which was also dark so I had to feel the walls to get through it. Then I got to the stairs and walked down them, while the steps made the same sound they usually do when I descend them. When I got down to the bottom I turned the corner to walk down another hallway in my house. Then I decided that I would see if my dream body felt as real as it does in real life. I felt the sides of my stomach and it tickled a bit, then I felt my legs. Then I had a thought. What if I was sleep walking in real life? To test my theory, I only had to think to myself, I want to go back to my real body. I opened up my eyes. WOW! I wasn't sleep walking. Then I proceeded to retrace my steps from the dream. Everything felt exactly as it did in the dream.

Some out there are probably thinking, Why would you waste an opportunity like that to just walk around your house?? You do that everyday! Well, I think that I didn't understand right then that I could have done anything I wanted to. Also I have been wanting to have a dream that takes place in my new house. I think next time I will try and translocate myself through a door and go somewhere fairly interesting next time. I don't regret this experience at all though, not one bit.

(Good -- um... afternoon, everybody. On the weekdays, I usually write my dreams in the morning, on my subway ride in to work. But this morning I didn't think I remembered any dreams.

Then, sitting at work (really stressing over something, in fact), I suddenly recalled this dream. Weird.

The dream is weird. I'd say at least part of the influence on it is the fact that over the past couple days I've been reading Jack Kerouac's Book of Dreams. In one dream, Kerouac meets Dinah Shore. That dream was so charming, I think I also wanted to have a dream where I met a celebrity. So my unconscious obliged... kinda.)

Susan Faludi was out in the desert doing research on a new book she was writing. The book was similar to The Terror Dream. But this book had less to do with feminism and more to do with some general national conspiracy. I probably identified with Faludi or saw through her eyes.

Faludi had discovered whatever it was she had been trying to discover. She may now have been standing by her car in an empty road in the middle of the desert. Faludi may have slammed down the trunk or hatchback of her car with an air of finality.

She intended to go somewhere. Instead of taking her car, which now may not even have existed, she flew up into the air, possibly by means of a red and white striped parachute.

She flew away to her right, along the road. She knew that she actually needed to head along the road, but in the opposite direction. She flew over a small overpass. This overpass was a landmark telling her she was definitely going in the wrong direction.

The wind was carrying her in this direction, although she "had control" over "her power of flight." She kept telling herself that she would work up the momentum of the wind in order to get swinging around in the correct direction.

But she kept flying and flying in the wrong direction. It was now night. Faludi was in the woods. It was cold and snowing. Still flying along the highway, I/Faludi (I definitely was part of her decision making process here) saw a billboard. The billboard was on a 50-foot tall, steel column.

I knew that if I/she grabbed on to the guard rail in front of the walkway before the billboard, I/she could stop the uncontrolled flight and at least get my/her bearings. So Faludi grabbed the railing and did some kind of elastic flip onto the walkway before the billboard.

The walkway was snowy and lit by a few fluorescent flood lamps. Othewise, everything was snowy, cotton-grey dark. Some pine trees may have reached as high as the billboard.

Faludi huddled behind some weird, clear, plastic rectangle which I figured was some kind of a solar panel for powering the billboard's lights. Faludi thought she could call someone, perhaps her husband, to pick her up here. But it was just so cold, and she felt like it would take forever for someone to get here.

I had a false awakening. I was going about my "daily life" when somebody, possibly my mother, told me that Susan Faludi had died. I was really surprised and upset. I regretted the fact that I'd never gotten to meet her.

But it also seemed weird that Faludi should have died. She had always seemed like such a healthy person to me.

Somehow I saw a photo of her -- possibly on the web. The photo showed Faludi in a motorized wheelchair, like they have at the front of grocery stores, the kind that look almost like cars or scooters with baskets on the front. Faludi was overweight, with short, grey hair. She wore a white t-shirt and black slacks, both of which were sloppy and tight on her.

Again, this didn't make sense. I thought, There's no way Faludi could have changed this quickky. I began to doubt seriously whether Faludi was in fact dead.

(Just one small note on this, from November 14th. After looking at some news images, I realize that the image Susan Faludi is hiding behind in the snow is a teleprompter. I'm not sure why a teleprompter is hanging out on a billboard. And I'm not sure why I thought it was a solar panel.

But, then again, I'm still not sure why this dream involved Susan Faludi. The actions in this dream are completely the opposite of what I feel Falud's actions would be. They're more like what I think my own actions would be. So maybe the dream is saying I wish I was like Susan Faludi, but that I'm just still horribly, embarrassingly like myself. Oh, well.)

Key: Non-Lucid, Lucid

I really wish my recall would get back to some kind of consistency!

Tree Beard Fragment

I was looking in a mirror. I noticed that by chin and neck were made out of tree bark -- roughly in the area where my beard grows. It was all cracked and browny-green looking. I felt slightly shocked and uncomfortable.

I had this brief dream the night before last, having just shaved my beard off a day earlier. It's really weird going clean shaven after having a beard for a few years -- although it's obviously even weirder in my dreams...

Windows to The Other Side

I was back at secondary school. C was there, and I think L, and we were standing near the main gates. There was a strange light coming out of nowhere and engulfing the area. There were spirits of some kind that we could see. It was some kind of portal or window to a spirit realm or so I figured.

It ended and we went to another location in the school where it happened again. We gathered around it and watched. It happened several times in different places, and each time more people would come and watch what was happening. I spoke to M outside the canteen and explained about the strange spirit portals that were appearing around the school.

The next thing I recall is entering one of the buildings. I was going to a math lesson, but wasn't sure where I was going. I walked to where I thought my classroom was and looked inside. For some reason I decided it was the wrong place and went up the the first floor instead. The first floor of the building was wrong: it was actually the first floor of the art & technology building.

As I descended the stairs I started shouting at the people who were entering the building. I felt really pissed off. I walked in the the classroom I had left before and realized that was actually where I was supposed to be.

I sat down. The room was configured a bit differently from how it was in reality. The teacher, Mrs. H, was asking if people had done their assignments. I knew I hadn't bothered to. I had very mixed feeling of nerves and getting in trouble and extreme defiance. Eventually she asked me, and I decided to go with defiance and told her I didn't give a crap.

This is a dream i had in a morning. It seemed very real but a little strange. Can't understand how i missed the fact that in the middle of the summer people were skating but still. The ski was a light blue with no trace of any clouds on it. I was with some of my friends just talking but out of the sudden we start a race. A skating race that is. The skates were nothing more than some small wooden planks with some leather straps on them . The prize was a girl, apparently the girl of your dreams. Nobody talked about the finish line but i already knew where it was going to end. We start. I am in the middle trying to go faster but i end up running. After dodging a car headed our way i get pushed backwards by one of my friends. I try to reach them but it's too late. The race is over and i am the 6th or 7th. I get there i saw the girl. The thing is i actually rarely talk to her irl and haven't seen her for a year or more. She looks in my eyes , but then somebody says hi, i answer and the dream fades. At that point i began to realize i was dreaming. And talking about this i recalled another dream. Well , actually just some scenes but good enough for me

6/30/10

I am in a semi dark wooden house.. the lights that light up the room are dim. I noticed everything is wooden.. the walls, ceiling and floors. Dark oak.
I see movement on the floor and started screaming it appeared to be a rat. There were others in the house that witnessed this and began to search for the rodent. One guy catches what appears to be an overgrown mouse and he starts to attempt to kill it but winds up injuring the animal. So I took it upon myself to break it's neck to stop it from suffering.
I grab hold of this mouse and it starts to bite me in the hand. So I immediately disregard the pain and crack the mouse's neck bending it back and twisting fast.
Finally the mouse is immediately dead and someone else decides to hold onto it.. than again another rodent appears running around and under the bed. I go to see where it had went and I notice this hole in the wall. I move the bed over and get on my knees and look into this hole. I see a room light and empty and it appears to look like a church. So I turn and tell the others " hey it looks like another room in there". The owner who lives there tells me no that is impossible. I said "sure look" he kneels down and is amazed at it..I get down too and was freaked out at how good of a view I was able to get.. it was as if the hole opened up more.
I felt a trickle of water on my cheek and looking more into the hole I saw it was raining in that room.
The guy with the dead mouse said " hey we should get rid of the other rodent so it doesn't infest the house anymore". I agree that it was a good idea to lure the mouse with the dead one. So I turn around to the dresser and they are putting seeds in the dead carcass of the mouse.. I wondered why they were doing it but ignored and leaned up against the wall.
Right next to me I felt wind against my leg and saw a huge wet foot print appear. I was like wow! that is a big foot!... the place moved a bit and I told the other people who were there... " I think we should get out of here something is not right".
They agree.. but the hole in the wall is getting big revealing the other room.. so we start to see huge foot prints appearing.. it was like some sort of giant spirit was marching around.
All of a sudden I find myself in one of the rooms and it was raining hard outside. I am holding a very small new born infant and someone asked me " wow that is a beautiful baby he is so small".. out of no where I said " Yes he was born 3 months early and his name is Micheal." The baby is curled up against me so tiny it was incredible. We start to hear harsh stomping .. the room door is closed and we start to gather near the bed scared. All of a sudden this huge giant appears peering through the door he busted through. He was bald headed with a white beard and his eyes were closed. I was scared and wanted to leave. The whole place was getting soggy from the rain and the giant was just weird.
He told me he was not going to do anything because I had the baby and the baby was stronger than him...
...weird dream...