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The house is infested with biting gnomes. The run around frantically and chomp down, HARD, on your legs. I go to school and we are forced to write out dreams in a journal there. My ex boyfriend, "N," doesn't to the assignment out of laziness. At home, my mom tells me I have half a soul, one half I got from her and the other is potential soul from my dad. (The situation between my dad and I never really bothers me, my parents split what I was about 7 and I still see my dad.)

I am at work topless (I'm a female). I am drinking a ton of soda, juice, and water.

[This is both a catch-up post and a repost. Apparently, there was a server crash recently that ate this entry after I posted it the first time.]

Awake, Non-lucid, Lucid, [Commentary made while awake]

Some events unfold that I'm not a part of. [I don't remember what they were now, but there was definitely a plotline involved, and I was definitely just an outside observer.] When these events are over, I find myself sitting in a movie theater, watching the end credits of a movie. I realize that all of the preceding events were a movie.

I walk out into the theater lobby, which is long, narrow, and wedge-shaped, growing slightly wider as I approach the entrance. I walk out through the theater's glass front doors onto the sidewalk. There, I meet up with my parents again.

My parents and I are in a strange, [possibly?] open-air, car-like vehicle with a hired driver. I'm showing them around the quaint, seaside downtown of Lake Worth [which, as usual for me in my dreams, looks absolutely nothing like it does in real life; it looks more urban]. We marvel at the awesomely cheesy anti-drug mural painted on the wall of one building.

[Different dream.] I'm flying above M. Road, traveling north, but facing south. I'm being pulled backward by that unknown, unseen force that so often does that in my flying dreams. I realize that I'm dreaming and take control of the situation by concentrating on the details of the scenery around me, as if I were going to stop to admire them. It works as intended: my backward motion slows, then stops. Then, I start flying forward under my own willpower, heading toward home (i.e., south). As I fly, I admire the rich detail of the scene around me and how much like reality it is.

[Dreamskip.] I'm now in a quiet, peaceful, suburban residential neighborhood, on a concrete walking path separated from the backyards on either side of it by fences. I hop along the sidewalk like an astronaut on the moon, making slow jumps that carry me several feet into the air, then slowly floating back down in an arc. I'm enjoying the fun of being in a low-gravity environment, which my dream environments often are.

I get up onto one of the fences and perform several floating glide-leaps from one parallel fence to another, combining jumping with flying. Then, I decide to try to change the dream environment to a different one by closing my eyes and spinning. I think, If I'm going to do that, I'd better start from a standing start. I jump off the fence I'm on and float gently down to the sidewalk. Once I'm standing on it, I think, Neopia, and close my eyes, but forget to spin around.

When I open my eyes, I'm in a much different suburban neighborhood. I'm standing in the middle of a straight street, looking down its length. It's lined on both sides with brightly colored, two-story houses with lush, green trees in their front yards. It doesn't look much like any of the official artwork of Neopia, but nonetheless, I become aware that this is Neopia, and that I've succeeded in my goal of changing the scene and getting there. I'm so excited about this that the scene winks out of existence after about two seconds, and I wake up. [Sigh.]

[Later, different dream.] I'm attending some special event at a theme park on behalf of [the company I've been teaching with]. I'm with SH and TS [two of my fellow teachers]. We're all wearing our white lab coats, and we're walking across a plaza that has a circular concrete beam running overhead, around the perimeter. I see some friends of mine wearing full rubberhead Sesame Street character costumes, also walking across the plaza in the opposite direction. I say to the young man in the Elmo costume who is carrying the head and looking sweaty and tired, “Hi, Mark. Go get some water.”

There are many other people there, changing into or out of costumes. Many of them are hanging their hangers on the concrete ring. TS suggests that we hang our lab coats from it, but I prefer to go back to the trailer, which [only in the dream, not in real life] has sides with panels that open to reveal closets [like my band trailer did in high school]. I want to put my lab coat there because I can make sure that trailer is locked.

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Side notes:

That first scene, where I realized that everything that had preceded it had just been a movie I was watching, was a particularly cool example of day residue. I had just been to the movies the evening before I had this dream. The recent article about how dreaming and watching movies produce very similar patterns of brain activity has informed the way I watch movies now; I always mentally compare the two experiences. In the movie I watched on this evening (Limitless), the ending felt exactly like being suddenly, rudely awakened by an alarm clock when you're still right in the middle of a dream. It's not surprising that that experience gave rise to an actual dream in which a movie ended and I suddenly realized, “oh, yeah, that didn't actually happen, I'm just watching a movie.” Both within the dream and in retrospect, that realization felt very similar to the realization, “oh, yeah, that was just a dream” that I've often had just after both false and real awakenings. Therefore, that moment of realization within that dream felt very much like a false awakening.

It belatedly occurs to me that Neopia is an entire planet. If I chose only one specific locale on that planet and made that the focus of my intentions, I'd probably have better success getting there.

well at 11 june 2011 i went to work from 4:00 am till 1:00 pm it was all time work work work non stop and i was too tired.. so i went home and i seat on pc etc.. and i sleepd..

my dream was i was in work and i was working and working all the time.... like it was 1:00 am but i still had to work and work.. i was doing pizzas etc.. and in a moment i went outside and was talking to few girls
they were yelling at me or so and i started saying words like u HASH69 lol and so...
then i went back to work and worked again and again then i looked at the time it was 4:00 PM from 4 PM yesterday to 4 pm next day.. and i was still working lol..
i was liek wtf.. hmm then i think i finished working or so. my alarm ringed i woke up i sleept again i had another dream which i dont remember then my Bro came to my pc and was playing so i woke up and sleept again then woke up after few mins cus of alarm and sleept agian..
last dream was so.. that i was in supermarket idk with whomaybe my close friend and i saw also my mom..
then the supermarket lady stuff came to me and started yelling at me loud and so.. i went in sooooo bad angry mod that i couldnt move.. i couldnt see what i am doingi coudnt control my sef i was like lagged lol couldnt move u know what means?..


so then i wanted to take something and drop it to her.. she was like 5 feets away and i couldnt.. then i saw a pepper [vegetable] and i wanted to eat.. idk why? so i took i lick my finger and put inside and lick again and from that moment i went to pool dream? it was like i didnt know i was dreaming i though i was swimming so i swimmed in my dream too and ithough ill never wake up again cus thats not dream and i was just swimming or i though that when i wake up i will wake up in a pool lol..
there was like 100 ppl and i saw my self ,, dunnno if that s my self or someone else and jumping like kangaroo with big tits.. ppl were laughing andso.. i was like wow whats that my self or someone else...
then my alarm rigned again and i woke up ;D..


karli

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was in a small, tight bedroom with three old, white men and one young, black man. I was sitting in a metal-framed dining chair. One old man sat to my right. Another old man sat to my left. The third old man and the young man stood off to my left, near the foot of the bed. My vision was largerly focused inward and downward, really close to my body.

The three old men were very rich. The young man and I were talking about working on a number of different projects for a company. There were at least three projects. The young man said that we should focus on the project that was something like an award ceremony, possibly for one key performer.

I kind of felt like this wasn't the right thing for us to be focusing on. The other two projects were more administrative. They actually dealt with problems, and they actually needed work.

My vision kind of drifted off, down really close to the floor and then toward an empty closet with open doors. I also had visions of photographs, like snapshots being laid one on top of the other, like in some TV show or commercial about traveling. Most of the snapshots had white borders, but some had pink borders. The photos may have been related to the projects the young man and I were discussing.

My vision came back to my body. I dropped photos on the floor. I stood up and then bent over at the waist, with straight legs, to grab the photos. I basically shoved my rear end in the face of the old man to my right. I could see my back side. I was kind of old and flabby somehow, and I was wearing slacks that were really nice but kind of baggy. Somehow I could also see my butt through the pants.

I sat down. The guy to my right was now acting really excited and nervous. We were all trying to talk about something, but the old man to my right was really too distracted to do so.

The young man somehow let me know that when I had shoved my rear end in the old man's face, I'd really turned him on. Now the old man couldn't think about anything other than having sex with me.

The young man let me know that I'd probably end up having to have sex with the old man now, if we wanted to get anything done with our business. The young man said, "Don't worry. I've had to do it before, too."

Non-lucid, Lucid, [Commentary made while awake]

Night of May 20-21

I'm in the upstairs bedroom of a house. Built into one wall is the entrance to a long slide, which I go down. The first part of the slide is plastic, tubular, and constantly curves back and forth in random directions. After a bit, the plastic tube slide connects smoothly to another section of slide, this one made of polished, light-colored wood. The wooden portion of the slide turns through 90-degree corners in between straight runs, and it goes through a series of spacious rooms that are made of the same light wood.

Later, I'm back in the upstairs bedroom again, with some other people who want to go down the slide. I describe to them what the slide is like.

Night of May 21-22

I'm in the main hallway that runs through the middle of my church. There are tables lined up in the hallway, and I'm sitting behind one of them. Other people from my church are sitting behind the other tables. We're all talking to each other about the church activities we do. [This was all day residue. This dream was essentially a replay of what I had just done that day in real life at our church's spring talent festival. I count this dream as further evidence in favor of the hypothesis that dreams are produced when your brain is recording the day's experiences in long-term memory.]

[I had a lucid dream in the next cycle, but I've forgotten a lot of the details. The following paragraphs contain what I do remember of that dream.]

I realize I'm dreaming and think, Oh, cool. I'm dreaming. That means I can do anything I want to. I find myself in a rectangular room in which all the walls are full-length mirrors. I look at my reflection and notice that I have my long hair and bangs again [which was the hairstyle I had for most of my life until last October], and that my bangs are chopped off all unevenly, with little sections that end in different lengths. I either exercise, or just think about, two or more of the dream abilities I've already learned [I'm not really sure, because I don't remember this part very well], and then I decide to try an ability I've never tried before: changing my appearance.

I close my eyes and visualize what I want my reflection in the mirror to look like when I open them: I want to see myself as an old woman, with my hair gray, but still long. I open my eyes, only to find that it didn't work. My reflection still looks the same as it did before. The thought of trying to shapeshift into some kind of animal crosses my mind, but I decide not to because no animal that I particularly want to turn into comes to mind.

[Different dream, later in the night.] I'm visiting my boss's house, which is huge and very nice. My boss gives me a very kind, generous compliment about my after-school teaching. He says something along the lines of, “You're a great teacher. You treat them like people.” [“Them” meaning the students.] I'm very flattered.

I go outside my boss's house. There is a small, private jet parked outside. A group of people I know and I are about to leave on a trip somewhere in the jet. Before we leave, I decide to go and use the portable restrooms that are located on the opposite side of the grassy field I'm in. One of them is a standard portable restroom, and the other is bigger and wider; it was removed from a commercial airplane, I know. [It made sense in the dream.] I can't get into either of them, though, because my mom is blocking the entrance to them. She tells me that I can't come in because P. is in the restroom right now.

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Side notes:

In real life, I have two jobs, each with a different boss. The boss who appeared in my dream was not the one from my after-school teaching job; he was the one from my office job. It makes sense, though, in a sideways kind of way, that Office Boss would compliment me on my teaching in a dream. Two things that I know I really, deeply want are for my teaching efforts to be appreciated and for Office Boss to like me. I think my mind just combined the two desires and had Office Boss express appreciation of my teaching. (Office Boss has seen me teach in real life, but only once.) This dream, and the one I had on March 26 about being hired for that one job (which I did not get hired for in real life, by the way), lead me to this observation: Sometimes, when you really, really want something to happen in real life, your mind will grant you your desire in a dream.

Cool, my first attempt at forging. It was unsuccessful, but I'm not really surprised. I'm looking forward to continuing to work on that skill.

I begin to understand why we have a thread devoted to pictures “for daily lucid inspiration.” Lucid dreaming is beginning to feel routine and unremarkable, even when I'm in a lucid dream. It felt that way in this one. My initial excitement about the phenomenon has worn off. Now I see why one would want a source of daily lucid inspiration.

17.05.2011

Readings and healing at the backroom (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was at work, but the store was way bigger and I had a different manager. I was told something and the manager started to laugh.

I went to the backroom where I found a kitchen and met with a psychic. I had to find a light or something. The psychic told me she had a light, made out of her energy. She told me that as I was a psychic too, I could hold the light, but non psychic would just make the light vanish.

The psychic offered a reading, but I told her I could make my own readings as I was able to Read the tarot. The psychic opened a small box with joints and cigarettes, offering one. I told her I did not smoke, besides of the eventual cigar. I decided to take a cigar.

A few moments later, the psychic was giving a reading to a guy about his work. She told me that I needed to heal that guy after the reading, and I agreed. However, the psychic was smoking and bothered the guy who was receiving the reading. A few moments later, the psychic was a medium now and she needed to find some evidence on the Spirit World.

15.05.2011

Doing some work at the computer (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was at home with some friends and some family. One of my friends was on the PC as well as my wife. I needed my PC to do some work and review e-mails.

I got to my PC so did my wife. The desk was made out of brown wood and it was slightly bigger than real. My wife told me that we could both use two computers. One computer that does not work on waking (a netbook) was on the right side and I was invited to use that one.

I told my wife I had a lot of work to do and all my stuff was on the big laptop, so we switched computers.

I started to work until my cat woke me up.

I'm at work, viewing the contents of my work e-mail account. I discover, to my surprise and dismay, that earlier, when I logged in to Petpet Park from work using my existing password and my new work e-mail address, the site created a whole new account for me and began sending e-mail alerts related to that account to my work e-mail address. Each of these e-mail alerts is marked with one of Petpet Park's pawprint icons. I'm very worried that my boss will see these e-mails and find out that I've been goofing off and playing games at work.

[Different dream.] I'm having a somewhat heated discussion with my parents about my living arrangements.

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Side notes:

I was already consciously aware that I was anxious about the topic of the second dream, but not the first one. That first dream brought my guilt and fear that my less-than-stellar work habits will be discovered to my conscious attention for the first time. I love it when dreams give me useful insights like that.

12.05.2011

Live-in employee gets fired and re-hired. (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

3rd Person dream, I was a viewer.

One employee was about to quit, actually, to be fired.

A voice asked this employee a few extremely easy questions. This employee was not able to reply. For a few seconds, this employee was Homer (Simpson) This employee was at the lobby of this odd building. All I could see was gray tiles and a big gray stair at the bottom. Also, the windows were gray and the door was huge.
This employee suddenly was a female now, and when she was about to leave, the voice told her she was not fired and to please, come back.

The employee climbed the stairs and now she was going to share the room with a male co-worker. She was excited and she felt attracted by this male employee. She entered a house and this guy started to take a bath, with his shirt on. She gone nude and entered the bath tub. He turned and took his shirt off, when she noticed he had boobs. She got really pissed, so did him.

A discussion happened while I was looking around the room. They had several tapes about empowering, self-confidence and some more stuff like that.

Dream - Lucid

I remember being outside with some group. It looked like it was around dusk. I looked up at the sky, and the dark clouds were making spirals. I knew that this was not a good sign. I then saw a tornado come out of the middle of one of the spirals. I then saw a flash of a television screen. The TV said that we were under a "Huebert Warning", meaning that the potential for bad weather was very high. It was called something else, too, something that started with a Y, but I can't remember what the name was.

I then remember seeing a man in camo, a soldier I believe, stuck inside of one of those shovel-scoop construction machines (the actual name of this machine evades me right now). The shovel kept closing in on him over and over; it was out of control. He looked like he was in a lot of pain. I then remember seeing many people trying to help him get out of there. They finally rescued him.

I then remember being at McDonald's with my mom. She was trying to order this chicken salad wrap, but without the wrap, because she can't eat gluten. The lady behind the counter seemed annoyed and just generally upset about being at work. She kept misunderstanding my mom, who kept trying to order. I remember seeing the chicken salad spread all over this chunk of wheat bread. The lady finally really understood what my mom was saying. Then, my mom tried to ask for celery and carrots, and the lady said that they didn't have them, or something. I butt in at this point, because I saw some sitting on the counter. I said
"She wants those, the celery and carrots."
My mom then ordered a fruit bowl instead.

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I was at the coffee shop I work at, but it looked much different. Everything seemed spacier. We weren't getting a lot of business. I then remember hearing that there was a tornado warning, and people started to go to the back. I was directing them as they went. I then saw them pass the back room, and go outside, where it was nighttime and raining. Outside was the shore of a lake. Beside the lake was a tree shadowing some green grass. Everyone went to sit outside by the shore. I thought that was kind of silly, since, oh I don't know, THERE'S A TORNADO WARNING?

Then, I turned to go back to talk to my boss, who was in the office (which was MUCH bigger than in waking life). She was sitting at the computer. She saw me enter, and said something about how we weren't going to the back yet, because the radar wasn't showing anything bad yet. I told her
"I know, everyone went outside."
She then got up and hugged me, spinning me in circles. I closed my eyes, enjoying every second. I felt so loved at that moment, like she was a mother to me almost. She started to crouch down closer to the ground as she was spinning me, and I felt like I was 4 years old again, being held in the arms of my mother. It was such a warm, loving feeling.

Then, I remember some guy coming from behind me to ask about a sandwich. It sounded like Chris, my ex, so I kind of snapped at him. I turned around, and it wasn't Chris. It was some shorter bald dude. I quickly apologized for the misunderstanding. I told him I had thought he was someone else. I went behind the counter to find his sandwich, he had said something about a "Panera salad". Weird.

This must have triggered something in my brain, because at that moment, I did a reality check. I counted 6 or 7 fingers, with some being very short and stubby. It's a dream! I started trying to think of what I should do. I almost just took off to fly, but thought better of it, knowing that I had a goal preset before I went to bed, though I couldn't remember what it was. At first, I just started to explore, walking around a bit. Then, I remembered my goal: To resolve something with one of my exes.

I was still behind the counter, and I floated up to where a blank wall was. At that moment, inside the dream, I had an idea to improve the functionality of my portals. I started to write my ex's name on the wall with my finger. As I wrote it, it showed up in the oily rainbows that have occurred with some of my other portals. I then drew a circle around his name with my finger, and calmly said "I want to see A". I started to color the circle in with my hand, and then it was an oily rainbow circle. I jumped through into blackness. I was afraid I might wake up, but tried to shove that fear aside.

I was then standing in a room somewhere. My ex was right there in front of me, sitting at a computer desk, doing something on the computer. I got his attention by saying his name. He turned to look at me. I rubbed my hands together so I wouldn't lose the dream.

"Hey Krista," he said "what's up?"
I sat down in front of him and said
"A, I have to ask you something. Why didn't we work?"
He looked at me for a minute, then disappeared. I was then holding a phone, and he was on the other line. I tried to get him to reappear, but gave up and just talked to him on the phone as I got up and walked down a concrete path. He started telling me about how he had another girlfriend now. I then told him
"I'm just not affectionate, A. And you are."
He said
"What do you mean?"
I started to explain that I'm not a touchy-feely person, and then got no response.
"A? A??" I said into the phone. Nothing but silence followed.

I felt the dream ending. I woke up, and stayed completely still so I could DEILD.
*Continued in part 2*

I'm going to work at an elementary school [neither of the ones I work at in reality]. I have to go back out to my car to get something. There are other people out in the large, flat parking lot. When I finally head into the building, it's already 3:00, a full hour later than I was supposed to start working. I'm mad at myself because the fact that I got started late means that I can't count that first hour (2:00 – 3:00) toward my total number of AmeriCorps service hours. [LOL! No, no, brain, that was my last teaching job.]

I can hear the faint, muffled sound of repetitious, vaguely pop-sounding music playing from somewhere nearby. I realize that I've woken up in my bed. [Not really.] I'm still tired and decide to stay in bed.

I wake up again in a slightly different room. [Again, not really.] This time, I take my throw pillow and pull it over my head. [Yeah. I fail at catching false awakenings. :/]

Non-lucid, [Commentary made while awake]

WARNING: This entry contains potentially triggering adult content. Reader discretion is advised.

Night of April 9-10

I'm walking through an outdoor shopping center somewhere. I'm wearing my white lab coat from work. [It's a costume, not a uniform. I teach in an after-school science enrichment program.] For some reason [that I can't remember now], somebody [possibly one of the handlers of the below-mentioned mascots] signs the end of my right sleeve with a green pen. I'm slightly concerned that my lab coat isn't perfectly white anymore.

A local baseball team mascot walks out of a dentist's office. He has a huge smile made of brilliantly white foam teeth. Seeing him again makes me smile and feel nostalgic, because I haven't seen him in such a long time. The mascot also has a Distaff Counterpart in a much less elaborate, striped, bodysock-like dinosaur costume. There are little kids coming up to and greeting both of them.

Night of April 13-14

I'm watching Franco Zeffirelli's Romeo and Juliet. There's a scene in which Juliet's father, upon finding out what's going on with her and Romeo, rapes her. You can't really see anything, though, since they're both covered by a sheet. The theme song from the movie plays.

Night of April 14-15

I'm at a big party at a house. It's sunset, or just after. The hosts of the party call all the guests to come outside onto the front lawn and sit in several shallow arcs, facing the hosts. I sit down in one of the arcs with a bunch of other party guests, all of whom are actors from various Star Trek TV series, and all of whom are in costume as their characters. The hosts get us started playing a game: We each have to think of the funniest, cleverest Star-Trek-themed pickup line we can, and then we have to take turns sharing them, going in order along the arcs. As my turn is approaching and others are sharing their pickup lines, I struggle to think of something really clever, but I can't. When my turn comes, I say, “Of all the souls I've encountered in my travels, yours is the most... hot.” It's definitely not as clever as most of the other pickup lines that people came up with. [None of which I can remember now, of course.]

Night of April 15-16

I'm trying to fit two pieces of rod or pipe together and lock them in place using an interlocking mechanism that is built onto the pipes. They're very dirty and rusty. I discover that I've accidentally broken off one of the parts that are supposed to interlock, so it won't work right.

I start out driving around in my old neighborhood that I grew up in. I am alone, but I am supposed to be a stranger's car. The neighborhood likes weird, such as streets that are too small and doors in strange areas.


Next thing I know I am at work when my boss's sister, who looks like a darkerskinned version of my boss, comes in asking for me to fill a larger white container with flux. I go to the machine room and find an old ex of mine working back there. She gives me what I think is a container of flux but instead alcohol comes out of it, turning the flux into a thick, jello-like substance. We get nervous, but eventually I go to my boss for help.

She comes to the machine room with us and my ex begins to explain what happened, completely lying. I break in and tell the truth, and my boss leaves the room, going outside. I follow her and she tells me she is happy that I told the truth, and has me follow her into the building, but we end up in a parking garage that doesn't exist in real life. She tells me to look at the beautiful artwork on the ceiling, but I don't see anything and just pretend to admire it while she reads me a poem that's suppose to be there.

Soon after I hear someone scream, and my boss and I run to see what's happening. I find my ex standing over her unconscious friend, who is another co-worker. I kneel down and try to get her up, but my ex does and she wakes up. The girl gets up saying she is ok, but keeps slouching and can't walk straight. I help her walk but she keeps fainting, so I eventually I carry her to an infirmiry that doesn't really exist.

Inside I find 2 men. One is playing with a basketball while laying on a couch and the other is at a desk. I lay the girl down on a cot but at this point she turned into a boy. They ask me to check if he/she is dehydrated in a very indifferent manner. I do so by touching their hand. I tell them no and I wake up.

I am skipping one massively awesome lucid dream to record this one. The one I'm skipping for the time being I recorded onto audio and will be documented here or elsewhere at a later time. The reason being, it is personal, and it is finally evidence of attempted fulfillment of my lucid task from April 2010: recollection of suppressed dream memories while in a lucid dream.

The following lucid dream occurred without supplements:

I emerged from blackness by opening my cellar door.

I clearly remember seeing the corner of the cellar door appear from darkness as I swung it open into the light of the garage. I stepped out and looked around. It was nearly identical to the way it looked over a decade ago. My grandfathers old brown Cadillac was parked there. I instantly knew "this is a dream!" I thought: this is very realistic and I won't be able to forget this moment.

I decided to fly out of my garage to look for something interesting to get into. With ease I lifted into the air and flew up the stairs. When I reached the door I told myself "Fly through it, this is a dream and I don't need to turn the knob." I flew into the middle and everything just went dark -I didn't emerge from the other side. I backed up and decided to fly under the door instead, which worked with perfect ease.

I flew through the entry hall and under the crack of the front door outside. I zoomed into the air about 15-ft and down the front walkway. When I reached the street I started to head down the block. When I passed my next door neighbors house I paused to think about if I wanted to explore it or not. I decided not to, on account of the fact that I did so in another lucid dream recently (Blackbird Flying).

The house looked inviting and cooler than in real life. There were lots of lights on inside, and some looked futuristic. I noticed my reflection as I started to fly away. It was not human. I appeared to be a wispy tan cloud with two glimmering blue star points of light representing my eyes.

I started to accelerate away from the house when I had an annoying thought... I have "900-things" to get ready for work Monday. I can't just fly away until they are ready... (Things get very hazy and I woke up shortly after this.)

What a disappointment to loose this extreme level of lucidity to anxiety vaguely related to a large work assignment.

Real life Dream Lucid Nightmare Dream sign Thoughts

This was an amazing dream. Outstanding recall, vividness, and lucidity. I could fly well and I did a lot more than flying too! I lost lucidity later in the dream, but oh well. I'm still happy!

Winter dream
It was night. Me and my family were driving through a strange city. Maybe it was raining? The buildings were arranged in blocks like Minecraft and they looked cool. We commented on the buildings and joked around. There was a sense of coziness in the car.

Morning came and we finally got to my house. Work was being done on the house. I asked what was going on, and they said they were converting our house into a store that we could still live in as a house. The people working on the house were my extended family. I could see each room in our house sold different things. Our kitchen sold different kinds of foods, and our unfinished room sold furniture. (I remember my grandparents working on that room; they have lots of antique furniture at their house.) There were a few other rooms with other stuff but I don't remember what they were. I went up onto the nonexistent roof deck of our house. (I imagined coming up to the real roof-deck of my grandparents' house.) It was going to sell plants. To my strong surprise, the roof was several times larger than the house we live in below it. What? This is impossible! Wait, we don't even have a roof deck... I'm dreaming!

Using the roof as a lift-off area I flew, flapping my wings. Our house was surrounded by wintery forest. It actually is, but only on one side, and it is Spring right now, plus it isn't as tall. The leaves on trees were long gone, replaced by snow. It was totally beautiful. I kept flying. I can't waste my entire dream flying! I decided to try making a portal in mid-air by drawing a circle with my finger. It failed, probably because I've never even done it on the ground and I had no intention of where to go. I started to get a little too far away from home for comfort, so I headed back to what I thought was my house.

It wasn't my house but it was a place of interest. It was some camp-out. There was one big tent where most of the event happened. I landed. I remember practicing a few skills successfully like flying without flapping arms. I realized it was almost evening, and people were getting in their tents. The tents were these wide diamond-shaped pods that you slept in, only needing stakes at the two farthest tips of the diamonds. I looked for an open spot, and then I stuck my finger into the ground. I pulled it out with a tent stuck to it, and then pushed my finger into the ground 6 feet away. I had one of the diamond tents, and it was successfully staked in, without having to go ask Administration for a tent. I went to sleep.

I woke up. Not as a false awakening in my real bed, I just got out of my tent and stretched my arms. It was the morning. Frost covered the grass. People were already setting stuff up. Someone got me to do work. He wouldn't let me leave. Work, work, work.

I woke up after a good night's sleep.

Very vivid, very lucid, and I actually did stuff other than flying! I think I forgot a few things in the camp-out part of the story, but oh well. I still love this dream.