SilverWolf's Sleep Sessions

I thought my hamster dream was odd...this dream is about the craziest one I've ever had (in memory, anyway). Some might argue flying fish and alligator-jawed hamsters are weirder, but the subject matter...it was incredibly vivid and incredibly odd. Note that I was NOT lucid, although my dream was about lucidity. In my dream I was a Jamaican man lucid dreaming I was an old Asian man (I'm neither of these IRL, I am Caucasian). It wasn't revealed I was really a Jamaican man until the end of my dream though. Also, lucidity in my dream was a bit different than it is IRL. In my dream, when people were dreaming, every dream character was another person, and people interacted via dreams just like they do in real life. With that explained, here's the dream:

Asian-Jamaican??!! W T F

Monday, August 12, 8:00 am


In my dream I am dreaming about this man and woman. I am completely lucid in my dream within a dream, however I am not REALLY lucid (confusing I know. Put it this way, my dream character me knows he is dreaming but the real me has no idea I'm in a dream). Anyway, in my dream I'm an old Asian man who analyzes rocks--a geologist?? This woman comes to me, her name is Raine, and she wants me to analyze these really strange rocks she found. The are purplish white, almost looking like a cross between amethyst and diamonds. She has a friend with her, a tall black man with a wispy beard and ponytail. Raine has light brown hair. I vaguely remember Raine somehow communicating with me via telepathy in my dream-within-a-dream, asking where my office is. I tell her where I am, we make our way through the circular building that houses my office. Her friend meets with us, and I grab the odd rocks, telling Raine what they are (I have no idea what they were, I can't remember--I do know they were very special rocks though).

Either the dream fades away, or I just don't remember what happened next, but now I find myself in a hallway leading outside the building. I'm sitting with Raine's friend. We're not really talking, just sitting together, waiting for something I think--what we're waiting for, I don't really know. he sees a man outside, a dark Jamaican man, who looks very thuggish (headband with gang colors, that sort of thing). He walks outside, spends some time talking with the guy, and then comes back in and sits down. He's pale now, and obviously very afraid. I ask him what's wrong, but he refuses to tell me. I study him a minute, then the guy outside, and then say:

"He's a Rasta-man isn't he? How much do you owe him?" Raine's friend looks at me in awe.

"H...How do you know that, man??" he asks me. For some reason his question angers me, even offends me.

"You have no idea who I am in real life, what I used to do!" I snap. Sighing, I stand up. "I'll take care of him," I tell Raine's friend. I walk outside to confront the guy outside.

"Who are you?" he asks me.

"friend of his," I say, jerking my thumb towards Raine's friend. He sizes me up for a second, and I just stare coolly at him. Then, without warning, I punch the guy in the face, busting his lip and sending him to the floor. He starts backwards-crawling on the pavement, and I reach into my coat and pull a pistol on him. He's really scared now, but I just glare at him, and fire the gun, purposefully missing just to the side--a warning shot.

"You'll leave him alone." I tell the man. "His debt is paid." The man nods, peeing himself in fear. He gets up and runs off. I put the gun back in my coat and walk back inside, where Raine's friend is staring at me in shock. I then reveal to him that while I look like an old Asian guy in this dream, I am really a jamaican myself, I used to be a Rasta just like that guy. I appear as an Asian in my lucid dreams because I don't want people to judge me and to know what I used to be. He thanks me for my help, and Raine approaches.

Raine tells me she's glad I helped her--she doesn't know about what I did for her friend, she's thanking me for the help with the rocks. She says she has to go now. I get really, really sad at this because the dream me has formed an attachment to her.

"I don't want you to leave," I tell her. She tells me she has to. "I'm a very lonely man outside this dreamworld. All I do is analyze rocks all day. Will we ever see eachother again?" Raine just shrugs, tells me "maybe" and then my alarm wakes me up.

The super odd thing about this dream, aside from being a dream within a dream, which in and of itself is really confusing and strange, is how emotional I was. I am almost never so hyper emotional in my dreams, but I was literally crying when Raine said she had to go. I don't know why either. Also, It is unusual for me to dream that I am a different person--in the case of this one, two different people; the Jamaican dreaming the lucid dream and the old Asian man that I appeared to be in the dream-within-a-dream. Strange, is it not?

~SilverWolf~

I did it! I FINALLY made it Lucid the second time that I can remember--first time since giving up over half a year ago! It's a very long dream too, took me 4 pages of paper. Very vivid, and very memorable, with enough lucidity that I was able to exert some pretty cool control--but not enough lucidity to take control of the course of my dream.


"Bear" Lucidity

Sunday, August 11 4:00 AM----went to bed at 12 Midnight


I'm in a deep forest. THe trees are incredibly vivid and bright green--much brighter than any in real life. They are tall as well, probably hundreds of feet. I walk for a bit across the soft mossy ground; my feet sink into the moss. It's pleasant, warm, and tranquil. It really does remind me of something from either Tolkien or possibly the Chronicles of Elantra. It isn't long, however, before I see something ahead--a very large, very mean looking bear.

The bear is mangy looking, with tufts of thick brown fur sticking up here and there. He's snuffling the ground, making grunting noises as he does so. I'm starting to feel really scared, considering running before it notices me--and then I have the realization that I don't need to be afraid of the bear. I'm Dreaming, and it can't hurt me! I didn't do a reality check, I was so sure I was dreaming (although I wish I had, nothing like a reality check failing!). The thought that I'm dreaming simply pops into my head--I'm not even sure what triggered it, except that I fell asleep repeating that I would realize I'm dreaming.

I decide to play with my newfound lucidity by dealing with the bear in a rather cinematic way--I'm in a fantasy setting, may as well throw a fire-ball at it like any mage from a fantasy novel would do. I'm just about to form the fireball in my hands when another thought occurs to me; a perhaps better way to deal with the bear might be to put it to sleep instead! So, I fling my hands forward, and a wave of energy rushes forward, striking the bear. At once, the creature lies down, and starts snoozing! Impressed with my work I head on my way, to wherever the forest path will lead me.

And then I lose lucidity completely. For some reason, after a bit of walking, I start to be very afraid of the bear again. I have the uncanny feeling that it will be majorly ticked off when it wakes up, because I put it to sleep, and that it will try to eat me. So now I'm running, trying to get out of the forest before the bear catches up to me.

I then come across what I can best describe as a very odd hunting lodge. It looks rather small from the outside, but inside it is amazingly large--almost like I'm outside again. There is a person I've never met--I can't remember what he looked like, but I *think* he had short blonde hair. Anyway, I tell him about the bear chasing me, and he takes me to the back room to help get away from it. The back room is very impressive. It is massive, the ground covered in moss, and logs are stacked about the walls. The walls themselves seem to go higher and higher--I can't see the ceiling, and a path of these strange logs lead up, up, and up. I start to run across the logs, every once in a while coming upon a gap that I have to jump--very reminiscent of a side-scrolling video-game like Super Mario World.

At some point, I regain lucidity again, as I'm running across the logs, and remember that I don't need to fear the bear, he cannot possibly hurt me. So, I walk down the log path, to the ground below. (Blame my not jumping down on being only partially lucid--I'd have LOVED to jump down instead of walk down. Darnit). After I get down, I leave the hunting lodge, only to find myself in my living room. However, the living room is entirely different from how it is IRL. For one, there is no wall between the dining room and living room. For two, there is moss like there was in the forest, covering the floor and thick jungle-like vines covering the walls. There's a single couch and the door leading to the bathroom in the back of the living room.

My mom and dad are sitting on the couch. I excitedly tell them how cool it is that I'm in a dream right now! Mom tells me how awesome that is, congratulates me on having a lucid dream. Dad, however, starts telling me how it doesn't matter, it's just dreams, not life--and it is stupid anyway. I'm standing behind the couch, and mom starts arguing with dad about what he said. I take little notice, however, because I feel the dream starting to fade--and I retain enough lucidity to know I want this to keep going.

"Uh oh!" I exclaim out loud.
"What?" Asks my mother, turning around to face me.
"The dream is fading." I say. And then, I look at my hands, remembering some of the things I've read here about how to keep from losing a dream. Oddly enough, my hands appear mostly normal for dream hands--the only real difference is they are fuzzy. I then vigorously rub them together, shouting "STABILIZE!" When that doesn't seem to be working enough, I start to spin. I spin three times, mumbling in a sing-song voice "spin, spin, spin" as I do so. When I stop, mom asks me what I'm doing.

"Stabilizing the dream" I tell her. My lucidity wavers slightly and I have the foggy idea that mom will be more convinced that I'm dreaming if I change my appearance. I decide to shape-shift into one of her favorite music singers, Michael Jackson (I too am a fan, I must admit). I go into the bathroom to the mirror hanging on the wall. I look into it, but I'm still the same, despite my desire to change shape. I frown, then have an idea. I turn around, and tell myself "I look like Michael Jackson."

When I turn back around, I am the spitting image of MJ, how he looked during his video for the song Dirty Dianna, complete with long dark hair, the thin white shirt and leather pants. I'm wearing the buckled boots he wore in his video for the song "Beat it" and in the background, the opening strands of Billie Jean begin to play. Dad comes into the bathroom, telling me how stupid I'm being and all of this lucid dreaming stuff is. In my new shape, voice sounding EXACTLY like Michael Jackson, I put a finger to my lips, shushing him. I then place my index finger on my Dad's chest, and in the same tone MJ uses when he states "Who's Bad" in the song, I tell dad "BEGONE!" Of course, he looks quite confused.

"Be gone?" he repeats in surprise.

"Be gone!" I repeat firmly. Then he just pops out of existence--poof, just like that, leaving me amazed. My excitement, however, is short lived. Before I ever even make it out of the Bathroom to show Mom that I really am dreaming, everything goes black, and I wake up!




7:00 am


I only remember a fragment of this dream. I remember being in the kitchen telling my mother about my lucid dream from earlier. I heard dad get up, then mom got up starting the coffee. I came out, told her about the dream, and that's it--I remember nothing else. I would classify this as a false-awakening fragment.

I don't have many dreams to write down, unfortunately. Also, I've only ever had one *lucid* dream, and that was over half a year ago when I started this venture the first time (before I gave up, which I regret doing immensely, I might add--so if you are thinking of giving up, DON'T DO IT!). So, here is a list of the dreams I've been having (that I can remember, anyway) the past week. Also included is my very first ever and thus far only ever lucid dream--just thought I'd share that one too. Do keep in mind that one is NOT a recent dream


Oh, and I didn't start keeping track of dates right away, so a couple of my entries are undated.


NIGHT 1
Entry 1:

Something to do with plants. (Yes, that's all I could remember, never did get the rest of it).


NIGHT 2
Entry 1

GHOST HUNTING

I am investigating someone's house as a paranormal investigator. I try to record EVPs, take pictures, and otherwise try to communicate with the spirits haunting the house. One of my tasks is to determine for the family if the entity(s) are evil or not. The odd thing is, I have no equipment with me. I also begin to have visions of some of the past events that have occurred in this house. I see a little boy terrified and attacked by demons. I have another vision of other people suffering different fates caused by the paranormal activity--I just cannot remember what exactly happened. Now I find a room with several markings on the floor. From visions that I am getting, I know they are tattoos that can protect people from the demons haunting the place. it is also important to note that these markings are scrawled in blood, as though whoever put them here did so in a hurry, perhaps in their own blood while they were dying.

Now, I am in a ship. (looking back, this *may* have been a separate dream, I'm not sure). Is it me personally or a vision? I just can't remember. I do know it is sinking. Me and a few other people that I've never met are trying desperately to stay alive as we get nearer and nearer to the icy waters. In fact, the waters are so icy that something strange happens. Rescuers who attempt to help us make contact with the water, and they literally freeze solid in their wetsuits--they can't get out of them and they too end up frozen. I also, through another vision, intuitively know that another rescuer was shattered during this freezing process--but one person did survive. How, I do not know or remember.


NIGHT 3

Entry 1

The Bodyguard

I am a bodyguard or servant of some kind. Interestingly enough, I am also not human. I am an Orc straight out of a Tolkien novel. as a devoted servant/bodyguard to my master, I am trying to protect him from other orc's that are trying to kill him. As we run through a grassy field, I take out several of our attackers with my heavy crossbow. We are flee to a building that oddly resembled a modern-day apartment. We run through the building, me taking the time to shoot a few crossbow bolts every so often, while dashing up stairs. Unfortunately for us, we only get so high up and then there are no more stairs, even though the building is much taller. There IS however, a ladder through the window leading higher up. I fire my crossbow through the window, hitting more orcs scrambling towards us below. My master climbs the ladder up, but before I get a chance to follow, I'm ambushed. I am forced to surrender my weapon--the details are fuzzy to me, and I don't remember how this happened. The enemy orcs try to force me to climb the ladder and bring my master too them--but he decides to come to them on their own. Now something VERY strange occurs. My master knows the leader of the orcs that are attacking us, and they ta;l for awhile. The enemy leader eventually decides to stop attacking us, and my master tells me not to kill any more of them either. I agree...for now. I then wake up.


August 6, 5:30 AM

Entry 1

Plant Frenzy
I am raising plants--just like in Plant Tycoon except IRL. I'm growing these plants with orange tubular flowers. For some reason, I am not satisfied with them. I hate them, am disappointing, but I don't remember why. Why am I growing them? What am I so desperately searching for? A Magic plant like in the Plant Tycoon game? I can't be certain, but I suspect as much. My alarm wakes me up.

Entry 2

Rolo's Rage

I am at home. THe pl;ace, however, isn't my REAL home. I don't quite remember what is different, outside the layout of the house, but I do know it's MUCH different. I'm playing some sort of video game, though when I walk away from it, I cannot remember what I was playing. My parents are going out--as they leave, I point to a pair of fish flopping on the floor.

"What about them, they need to be put back in their tanks," I say to my mother.

"Oh, they'll be fine, I'll put them back in the water when I get back." She tells me.

The other fish float through the air, so no need for water for them. My parents leave and I decide to play with our pet hamster, Rolo--which is just fine untill she suddenly bites me. The thing is, her jaws change shape, growing much longer and elongating, and she is biting down, grinding my finger with her jaws. She refuses to let go, and the pain is excruciating. The only way I get her off me is with the aid of a strange man that appears out of nowhere. He uses the cover of his Bible to put it between my finger and Rolo's teeth, and that finally makes her release me.

My parents return some time later--by then the two fish from earlier are dead. I tell them about Rolo's attack, and then the dream ends.


Wed, Aug. 7

Entry 1

Did I dream of rain? I am in my house, it is cloudy and rainy outside...dream is so fuzzy I don't remember anything else.


That's it for my recent dreams. This last dream, as I said before, was from months and months ago, when I first started getting into Lucid Dreaming. Had I not given up at the time, I probably would be pretty good at LDing by now. Never again will I give it up


Date Unknown, first ever lucid dream

I have a false awakening. I am in my bed, I open my eyes. As is my new habit, I perform a reality check on my hands--my fingers slip through the side of my hand! Then, rather stupidly as if that wasn't enough proof, I slide my hands through the wall at the head of my bead. I jump up--"I'm dreaming", I tell myself! Having had several non-lucid false awakenings, I force myself to calm down, relax. I don't want to ruin my first ever lucid dream. I want to change the scenery, to be in a forest. Everything is surprisingly vivid. Excited, though thankfully not to the point of waking up, I thing "I want to be in a forest now!" And the ground starts to shake. Right before my eyes, my house collapses around me, vanishing quite literally into the ground. I am now in a grassy field. Suddenly, ground still shaking, hundreds of trees just spring into place, as if they were lying in the ground already, and "popped up" like a target at a gun range. They're not quite what I expected though--they aren't full pine trees, but small thin scraggly looking things--like the trees in the film Mortal Kombat, in the scene with Scorpion vs. Johnny Cage.

Right around there somewhere, I lose awareness, and I don't remember any more of the dream--I wake up in the morning.