memorable

non-dream - non-lucid - lucid

Note: This was very long so have tried adapting a more "to-the-point" format to try and fit it all in without boring the face off the reader. hope you enjoy.

27/12/10 The dream starts out with a snow storm, and there is a lot of snow.

I am at a friend's place, which also happen to be the place where I grew up.

The snow keeps on falling and towns and cities are being closed off gradually.

I stumble out in the snow although I am safe in my friend's place. I need to see if there is anyone out there in danger.

I get stuck in a little roadside bunker of sorts. I ride out the storm.

The next day the snow is smelting and there is a lot of water on the roads. And I notice how many issues it will cause if it freezes up again.

There is a drama between two men and women who switch partners during the dream, it causes a strain on their friendship.

The two men join opposing sports teams. We are in a pub at the conclusion of this. It is getting dark.

The dream changes plot.

Zombies. Thunder.

There is a radio in the roadside bunker and I overhear some communication between a captain of a ship and the governmental control that has to allow it into Danish national waters.

Zombies come out and I am in a place where I have to leave the safe house, walk up a tunnel while zombies swarm down. It is hard to get out.

I am back in the roadside bunker, there are two of us there.

We shoot zombies like there is no tomorrow. I get reminded of Mikkel (an old school friend) who is stuck in the tunnel safe house.

I make a dash for it to go help him out. With my assistance he gets out and join us in the roadside bunker.

Zombies are everywhere. There is a sniping zombie in one of the windows. I take his head clean off with a SPAS 12 shotgun. He turns out to be a cyborg zombie, and the other zombies try to get him working again, but it is useless without the head. I feel proud and we all joke about it in the bunker.

We are running out of ammo. We retreat further back into the bunker.

There is cable car leading out the back.

The problem with this plan of escape is that there is a massive zombie, a golem of sorts, in the yard below.

We attempt it anyway. I am starting to become aware of the fact that I am dreaming.

Our combined weight in the cart makes it skip across the surface of the snow, but we make it to the end.

The golem turns for us. We panic and start to run. We prepare to take shots at it. It speaks.

I call for my mates to hold fire. The golem explains that the virus just “left” him for some reason. I have a feeling that it is due to his level of intellect, but I speak to him, get a sample of his blood to see if a cure can be manufactured.

I encounter three smokers (Big tongued mofos that pull you in with it and want to eat you) and I take them on with nothing but bare hands and sheer defiance, and I win!

There is a montage (I swear to god (or any other non-specific deity of your choosing), there is a literal montage of us three taking out the elite crowd, while administering the cure to the lesser zombies, all perfectly narrated with a “and the future looks a little bit brighter” remark in the end)

I am now free of the plot and can do as I choose. I jump off a building. I jump from balcony to balcony downwards. It is quite tall.

I take off into flight. Can't quite manage it although I can keep afloat it is more of a floating sensation. I take great notice of the sea winds against my face. You gotta love being lucid!

I keep hearing my parents (in particular my mum XD) wanting to wake me up because we have to go somewhere. I will it off and continue just flying looking at things.

I eventually wake up. Although I am in my flat and there is no way my parents could have shouted at me.

Note: There might have been a FA that I recollect nothing off. It seems like I had to recall the dream through a third party.

non-dream - non-lucid - lucid

17/11/10 The dream was massive but I remember little before actually turning lucid.
There was something about a mini LAN event.
Thomas Marcusen (old school friend) was there.
Stoffer was there.
Then there is a massive park of some description, the sun is shining.
We are setting up tables for a public event.
I feel like I don't quite belong there, although I am a common face in the group.
There is a woman from my study who is sort of taking the lead.
I grab some milk and start drinking it out of the carton, but am careful not to let my lips touch it in case anyone else want some.
Think there is a quick thinking process about mouth-mouth transmitted diseases.
Rasmus is talking about how his brother has come home for the weekend.
He has gone to a festival and returned a day later without saying he was going, now with a woman in his bed, although this woman later is a man.
The boys and I are going to a fight between some random (played by the actor playing Cas is Supernatural) guy and Geaorge Foreman, who is actually Evander Holyfield, but we call him George.

The fight is messy and unclean, but the crowd seems to love it so an atmosphere is building and the fighters embrace it. George seems to have the upper hand and at one point knocks the other guy clean out, that is the first time we see it. Although we are physically present at the fight there is still a replay function and seen from another angle the other boxer returns to his feet very swiftly, which I find a bit strange. There is a break up and Cas takes the opportunity to throw George to the ground and gets a stern warning from the ref, however there is limited the ref can really do at this point due to the intense atmosphere surrounding the fight. George knocks him through the ropes and to the floor and at this point I am standing in the ring and start a chant that takes the crowd with me “To the Floor!”. George takes it to the floor and starts stomping on the poor guys face, I feel a little bad for this.

After this I am in a class room of sorts and here Cas is teaching something concerning sleep cycles. I feel very tired and I am walking around in a beige suit, hmm it has been a long time since I have worn this suit (technically I don't have the vest I was wearing either IWL). I feel like I have pulled an all-nighter, but I am there out of respect for the guy. We are old friends after all. It is a bit like a film scene where two main characters look at each other in silent understanding, except I don't understand at all why I know the man, but I know I am given the context of the situation. He is teaching something about re-arranging letters in words, that although slightly amusing seems pointless, but relevant somehow. He is walking around the class and spots me, I wink at him and he comes over. He abandons the class because we have something to talk about, which I think is a goodbye. We go to his flat and I lay down on the bed and shortly after so does he although he takes his clothes off first, which means it is getting slightly uncomfortable for me. We talk about something and towards the end of the conversation I give him a brief hug making sure he is covered in a duvet before doing it. I get up.

I look around and my eyes fall upon a glass covered surface. It is dark, but still the surface doesn't produce a reflection of any kind. Hang on a minute this is what I was just paying attention to in waking life. I am dreaming. I talk to the professor who is supposed to be an expert on sleep cycles, yet he has never heard of the topic of Lucid dreaming. I spend a lot of time rubbing my hands and activating my senses while I talk to him about lucid dreaming in order to stabilise the dream. I try flying through the window as a demonstration, doesn't work, damnit. Ah ok, just going to try to fly through it backwards, success! I am now in a park of some description, the sun is shining brightly and everyone in the park seems to be wearing a smile of peace and enlightenment. I run over the grass and while doing so I try and pick up a ball using Telekinesis, which I am only somewhat successful with (The ball moves in the direction I want, but can't keep up with my pace). I leave it for a bit and try and think about what to do. I am not going to call Mitzu, as I am afraid she will just end the dream prematurely so instead I decide to try out something new, to see if I can make lightning shoot out of my hands, which I can't although my arm starts throbbing in the effort.

I try and think if there are some tasks I should be doing as I am manoeuvring around the city paying attention to all the details to remain in the dream. Minka (very old and dear friend) appeasr on a bike and I think that there was something about being thankful, or was that last month? Who cares, I call out to her to stop, she is riding a bike. She says she will come back in one minute, I tell her we are dreaming, she stops pronto and gets off the bike. I tell her I am thankful for her always being kind and a good friend and hug her. I carry on down the street trying to get my phone to work, it sort of does, but I can't seem to get to the texting interface propper so I can't write kaiser, gah some other time maybe.

I fly around for a bit thinking about what to do, damn I have a poor creative imagination. Ah well, I recently had a dream about duelling Darth Vader, where I wished I was lucid so I expect him to pop up around the corner, which he does. He hands me a sabre and we kick it off and I demonstrate my very limited force powers to my friends as they appear. Although it is great fun being in a sabre fight it was actually more entertaining when I wasn't lucid, when the sense of fear actually meant something however I enjoyed it enough for it to have been worthwhile, I mean it is after all a light sabre. I realise I have been focusing too much on Vader and the dream starts to fade as I wake up.

non-dream - non-lucid - lucid

12/11/10 I woke up and did a reality check, the flat seemed perfectly normal, but finally me trying to get in the habit of reality checking upon wakeups seemed to pay off. The only thing that seemed different to the flat was that it was mirrored, however I only discovered that after having checked my hand and found 7 fingers. I went around the room looking at the details and feeling it up a bit in order to stabilise and noticed an extravagant amount of ornamental lighting, which is unusual for me, screw it I refuse to be an anti consumerist in my sleeping life, it looked rather nice after all. Ok so, stabilisation seems to be OK and it is now daylight rather than dark outside. I do a little jump over my coffee table and refuse to land and instead take off into flight, the old fly through the window without breaking it is intriguing as ever. That is until I slam my face against the glass and I can feel my glasses bending on my face. That is weird I have never worn glasses in my dreams before. I try again for a bit, unsuccessful until I decide to just open the damn thing, damn what is going on with my control. I fly out and find some scaffolding and slide down it, but the falling sensation is arousing a primal fear so I take off into flight instead (W.T.F!!!!!???), landing on a trailer a bit later. I call out for Mitzu and turn around to see her reflection in a window and sure enough she comes around the corner a bit later. She looks somewhat different, still yellow eyes, but more Asian, she also has an Asian accent. I speak to her in Danish (I normally don't do that in dreams either) and think again. I can't remember what I said in Danish, but the English sentence I muttered was “I don't expect this to be an issue, but is it OK if I speak Danish to do you understand” She replied that it wasn't a problem and the dream started fading.

Damn, Damn, Damn I just want to have a good conversation with her but I always seem to wake up shortly after her appearing.

non-dream - non-lucid - lucid

10/11/10 Party at the top floor, entered via fire escape, dancing as part of a spell, have to leave for a moment, I keep swirling and believeing, Pil is somehow better and more experienced than me, transfer of knowledge through breaking of the spell and the bond shared within, blood bond?, symbolic knowledge, knowledge of letters, someone there, knocking in the ceiling as part of the spell, call Daniel so he knows it is just part of the spell, mette and friends invite me in second time around, bump into Casper/Sauer on the way in second time, they are leaving, I care little, go inside Mette's place and make sure I invite peeps from upstairs, I am offered food, not the cheese as it really taste like cheese and mette thinks that is bad, I try and explain it is ok and she should give it to me, pil says the sameand is eating some of the cheese.
(skip)
I am in the woods climbing trees, the primary part of them are badly mutilated, there is a narrative going and I am being educated about the trees, some trees change as you get closer to the crown, others have parasitic entanglements native to them (and as such grow quicker!). I have a small retractable knife with me and I am cutting in the trees, I don't have malicious intent and what I am doing doesn't seem wrong (this logic later baffle's me and I remember I find it strange that I had to use a grass sort as the perfect wood for a bow). The season is a bit off for learning I decided and exit the woods right out into the streets where Thure is waiting. He explains that I should try and get Pil to teach me Magic as I might get experience and progress I tell him “Hah, so I can become a level ½ wizard!?” in a jokey tone although I contemplate telling him about the surges of energy I have been feeling lately. I say “If it was a fight where anything goes I would probably beat him.”
“Well actually I don't know” I continue sincerely
Thure joins in “Well he is actually quite strong.”
“Yeah and I have lost quite a bit of my mojo since the last time I worked out”
I challenge him to a sprint and he agrees. I almost beat him, but something happens towards the end that make me slip up. Some random guy asks if we are to do it again, I say yes, but I don't really feel like inviting him in so I select a distance that is narrow enough that even 2 people would have issues in certain points of the course. There is a countdown from 3 led by me and we are off again, I am in front most of the time, but Thure beats me towards the end, I just can't seem to be going any faster. The random guy shouts out “Why yes of course” during the sprint and explains that Thure won due to his running economy and the fact that he maintained a vertical posture in the beginning whereas I was flat out sprinting leaned forward the entire time. I look at him intensely as he seems to know what he is talking about and say to Thure “Again!” we prepare for another sprint. I wake up.

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Being stuck on a tropical island as I had to go back to get my clothes.
My mum was there as well.
Told her I was going insane.
She told me it was because of grandma we were there as longs as we were.
A broken toilet, tried to fix it, disgusting!
Finding various pieces of old clothes I don't know where are now.

Skip or new dream

On Bornholm, somehow it is in a different climate branch than usual.
Driving on muddy biking paths, running too.
There are crocodiles on all sides of the paths.
Driving in a golf buggy, bikers in the way, they don't seem to understand that I am not quite driving a car.
I loose my shoe, which is really a fish and it gets eaten by a baby croc.
This means I have to run through mud and crocs bare footed.

Skip

I am in Africa, on a shore.
In a documentary where they are showing ancient hunting techniques and how they have discovered that they are different to what previously assumed.
They are hunting crocs, and preserving them making sure they don't over hunt.
At a point I have to run across the shore on difficult cave terrain and stamp the crocs out of their caves.
I am a bit scared.
I end up knocking loose a big shield shaped rock, this defines the old king as remainging the king although he was just challenged by his son.
He gives me a set of 3 ancient (or not that ancient) mugs as a thanks.

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Sisse is coming down the street on a bike.
She tells me about how her mum is cutting up materials and making shirts.
She would like to sell this in Thailand.
I tell her I can help.
Something about Facebook.

non-dream - non-lucid - lucid

05/11/10 The dream starts off with me waking up (FA) with a firm intention on playing World of Warcraft again, so I can get used to the new talent/gear system before the release of cataclysm. When I look at the computer I notice my monitor is standing on the floor. I have some sort of false memory forming that I can't remember the details about, but it makes sense that it should be there. However as I put the monitor on the desk I notice a plant on the desk, this is not unusual, however what is unusual is that it is half of a plant that I have recently moved away from the desk and I actively tell myself “this is not right, you are not supposed to me there” which results in a spurt of semi lucidity that quickly fades. There is something else that I can't remember.

Skip

I was at the recording of a TV show, reminded me of a Friday night show-type-of-thing. There were 3 people and I only recognised one of them, John Lithgow. He was wearing a big funky looking purple hat that eventually he threw on the floor, proclaiming that the place smelled like shit, his hat caught fire and he stamped it repeatedly, eventually extinguishing the fire only to find the hat covered in turd (an evolution of the old children prank although I felt like it was done intentionally). We leave the studio and this old woman, John and I go for a walk, it seems really absurd to be holding hands with the woman who is also holding John's hand as you would when taking children out for a walk.

I gradually become lucid during this, and I spend some time just looking at the scenery. When I have had enough I proclaim to the woman that since this is my dream I want to do something else so I take off in flight, but the old woman grab one of my ankles (not sure how, might have been some sort of tentacle, mental or otherwise) and slam me to the ground. I get loose and take off again this time flying backwards to keep an eye on the lady. She doesn't seem like a bad person she just think it rude leaving like that when this is the first time John Lithgow is lucid (WTF!?) in any case I think I ramble something like we need to show him what it is really like so flying might not be a bad idea. I am satisfied that my flying abilities are spot on, no wavering in the power.

I call out “MITZU!” and fly towards the place where the recording of the show took place. I am happy to see that she is in the queue to get in. I land next to her and find her eyes (I have to check that it is really her, still not sure about my abilities calling out for people) sure enough the lovely yellow eyes are looking up into mine and I go to kiss her on the cheek, she turns her head in a similar motion and I end up kissing her mouth instead, it doesn't become awkward, so I just continue to ask “so what are we going to cover today?” and I feel the dream fading and just manage to think “damnit!” before I wake up.

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I am in a first person shooter level or something of the like and we are 3 party members, here one is a little boy that can't help himself and is an easy victim (this is important as Darth Vader seems to be drawing power from this person at the crucial time when I am trying to finish him off!) I am running around trying to figure out what is going on until I face Darth Vader with a staff type red light sabre (suppose you could call it a light staff, just doesn't sound right) and I figure out what is going on and turn on my own two (so pleased that I am dual wielding blue and green sabres in my first Jedi themed dream). He kicks the shit out of me the first time. I quickly re-spawn and soon I am facing him again, this time I get him to almost no health in pure sabre combat until both our weapons (both of mine) breaks. Now it comes down to force on force skills. I have a bit of a health advantage as indicated by the bars next to our heads and I manage to catch him in a force choke that takes his bar to completely drained without finishing him off. He catches me in the next and I can see (and sense) that in that particular skill he is stronger than me, however I seem to have a speed advantage and manage to catch him in the next, but it is unstable and his health is increasing. The non-verbally explains that it is because of the boy, either he is drawing life from him directly or my concern for him makes me weak. In any case it is a draw and I just remember feeling anoyed about the boy before I wake up.

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I am in a capture the flag type game, and the map is long as hell. This seems not to be a problem as I can transform into a wasp at will. I am heading out on a mission as a wasp and I have to avoid some green clouds in order to not get sick. I manage to do this. I fly to the furthest flag and hide in a corner trying to overtake it, but quickly realise that Mark is in the house next to it also contending it. Damnit, he is a formidable foe! I transform into a wasp and fly into the house and starts flying around him stinging him a couple of times to get him out where I could transform back and surprise him. There seems to be friendliness about the whole game. After having stung him 4 times he taunts me to do it again, I don't dare as I know I don't have many stings left before my sting will be permanently in Mark. I dare not sting. And he starts swinging at me, a lot! I really want to get out of the house so I can transform back, but Mark seems to be blocking the way, damn! I wake up.

Notes: Although I hoped to speak with Mitzu, the themes of the following dreams seem somewhat “guided”. Seeing as shape shifiting isn't my thing and I have never performed a force choke (or wielded a light sabre for that matter) before. In particular I remember the shape shifting as me activating a skill by pressing a mental button, activating it. Recently I was shifting between human forms as well so this might be me learning how to do this, albeit I am not lucid while learning it. This might be a good thing as I have a very limited conscious imagination and hence need my subconscious in control to make it happen (hope that makes sense, it does to me anyhows =P). Also it is nice to notice the scenery checks finaly working for DILDs =) (the plant on my desk)

non-dream - non-lucid - lucid

13-10-10 Meditated before going to bed yesterday, which seemed to have a profound impact on recall and gave a couple of the dreams a spiritual direction. No lucids bar a couple of seconds long dream during a WILD attempt in the morning I don't count (I only managed to realise I was free of my physical body and the scene had somewhat stabilised (there was only a ball to begin with). I ended up at a handball game in a theatre, where the referee's table was cheating, before I was slammed back awake >.<)

I am at a dinner party with the family, it is a birthday or Christmas or something similar. I am in the kitchen and as people are leaving the kitchen I notice my grandmother on my father's side at the cooker putting something in the oven. As she is dead this comes as quite a surprise for me. So I address her by her name. “Gerda, is that you?” she confirms this and in a mixture of happiness and stunned surprise I ask her if I am insane. “Yes” she say. My grandfather comes in and starts talking to her. We look at each other and my grandfather proclaims “I knew I wasn't crazy, if you can see her too”. We walk into the living room and she disappears, however we call upon her and as she comes forward more of the family can see her as well. Some are happy others refuse to go in the living room, one proclaim “it smells rotten” which makes me worried if it is a good thing or not. At some point I try and ask her why she still remains, she tells me my grandfather needs her.

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Many of my dreams were set in a tropical setting so it is a bit difficult to tell where one ends and another begins.

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I am on a tropical island and we are walking down hill. It seems to be roughly the same group we went to Thailand. I am on the lookout for things that deserve to get their picture taken. Not for myself, I don't have a camera and the ones I have had always break. All of a sudden we are surrounded by weird architecture. It looks somewhat medieval, but has a bit more of a modern tinge to it. At the same time it looks like it belongs there. In retrospect I believe the architecture was impossible in the physical world, but in the dream I just look at it. Some younger fearless children start walking on the walls surrounding the building and the walls I see are fairly thin, this scares me. I stop and think to myself if I have reached the age where I am starting to fear injurries from falling. Normally I would join the children (in my other dreams the place would have been perfect for some parcour).

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Calle is feeling ill, I am not sure where we are going, but we are travelling somewhere. He is sweating and bright red in his face. I try and calm him down and ask if he has been drinking water, he gives a vague confirmation and doesn't sound convincing. I tell him to keep drinking water, regardless of what it is. I suspect it is either dehydration or panic anxiety. His daughter or wife agrees that he should drink more water.

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Again on a tropical island that resemble the one with the magnificent architecture. Though I believe we are at the top of the island. Bruce Willis is there, can't remember if he was in character or just himself. He goes on a rampage after becoming angry about something. In the end either me (in 3rd person view) or someone else who lures him into a room and lock the doors. “You understand I had to do this don't you?” Bruce acknowledge without a grudge. Me/him goes into the room, wearing old school divers suits both of them (you know the ones where a fuck off large metal helmet and a tube needed to be attached at the collar of the suit).

Bruce seems to accept that he is to be punished and for some reason a beacon of light that I had not noticed prior shifts and find a girl/woman in the forest, she seems surprised by this. He says something about that me/him has to watch over his light that is needed elsewhere now. The last thing he wants to do is listen to some recordings of a dead language while he reads a translation (thus making the language not dead, but anyways) of the text. He starts chanting and I realise that he is trying to learn the language. This is significant to me in some ways, at least I think it is because I have heard a voice in my head that might be in this language. Should I be able to learn this language maybe I could interpret what is said. I feel an energy building around and inside me.

This energy remains vibrating in my body as I wake up (nope wasn't a FA)

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I am at some sort of party in the town I grew up. I go somewhere and when I go back I take a path behind the roads. This is very narrow and filled with trees. I have taken off my shoes as I feel like hardening my feet. In the beginning I have my shoes in my hands, but I drop them at some point. The path is difficult to walk bare footed and some times I end up crawling over trees in order to get forward. I sense someone behind me and look down and it is a guy from the town that I am normally disassociated with, but we seem to be friends in the dream and he is at the party as well. He is on a bike and he question what I am doing. I explain the shoe situation and he says “Ah you have no shoes” He gives me a ride (for some reason the path is easily traversable to bikes O.o). I am careful not getting my bare feet stuck in the wheel of the bike although I am close at one point. We get to a shop, he is supposed to pick something up. I say damn, I am sure I had my shoes with me to begin with. I check my pockets, but only a pair of sandals is in my blazer pocket (I am wearing a blazer now, with sandals in the pocket WTF!?). He assures me that he will drive back and get them for me if they are still there, it isn't a long drive. He encourage me to go back to the party.

non-dream - non-lucid - lucid

I am having my bianual influenza that indicates the season is changing, and in this begining phase it seems to have had quite and influence on my dreaming, both in plots and vividnes. No lucids although I might have to try and replicate the way I killed the Devil

07-09-10 I was in a storyline similar to season 5 of Supernatural with the whole apocalypse looming. I was a character not in the show who was very knowledgeable about demonic infestations and biblical catastrophes in general. The two people I was trying to help were female and I found it a bit odd that they hadn't looked to other religions in order to solve their Judaic/Christian mess. However I was keen on exploring some Mayan traditions. So for some reason I transformed into a woman that had to be possessed by about 21 demons from different places in the world and when I got the final 1 I got the classical black eyes.

I summoned Lucifer and he came to a large pyramid. We did a sort of arm wrestle and I won resulting in him going unconscious. I start dragging him towards the top of the pyramid as he gets heavier and heavier, I manage with a huge amount of effort to get him to the top. As he approaches the sacred place where he can be destroyed he starts emitting a bright green glow and within the green glow there are ancient runes on his skin glowing brighter green almost white (Honestly have never, ever produced such a cool effect, as this one in my dreams! Want to see if I can replicate that to my lucids and seriously start whooping demons). I keep dragging him towards the spot with a greater difficulty now as he is awake and struggling. I manage to get him there and I raise my right hand and start pushing it towards his chest and as I do this a white light starts surrounding us, in the end I touch him and he vanish in a bright explosion (I think all of the particles in his body explode and evaporates in this white light).

I am then in the hotel room where the two females and I are staying and I am in my normal body wearing a towel around my waist, must have just come out of the shower. We chit chat and in the end I this dialogue is played out.

“Oh and by the way I took care of your little apocalypse problem”
“Problem?”
“Yeah I stopped the apocalypse”
“Apocalypse.. wait a minute?”
“I killed Lucifer, you don't have to thank me”
“You killed Lucifer?”
“Yep I took him to the top of a Mayan pyramid and destroyed him”

(The longest dialouge I have been able to replicate, although the accuracy is probably not flawless)

All in a very laid back casual tone as if it was just another day at the office.
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I was in a garden receiving some education on how to become a police officer. Pil was there and he was the teacher's pet having send her emails and prepared himself. I on the other hand was just there. We were only three people there and it disappointed out teacher. She had had an accident recently and she kept asking about what reactions one could expect from her, which embarrassed me a bit as I should know me being a psychology student.

The whole situation was a bit weird as this teacher was a person, but in the shape of a lime still attached to the tree. The lime tree contained only prime examples of fruits upon closer inspection.
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I am still in the supernatural plot trying to persuade a special child to accompany us on a journey as he is prophesied to be the one killing the devil. In the end I manage to persuade him by approaching him and his brother, saying something like
“I have approached you many times now haven't I?”
“yes”
“And on all these times I have allowed you to leave if you didn't want to come right?”
“Yes”
“Your brother is very special and important, do you know this?”
“...yes”
“My point is that I am not a paedophile or anything”
(there is an awkward silence on the entire beach)
“So how about we take you AND your parents on a Journey”

The brothers both agree that this sounds like a good idea and they go to get their parents. An accomplish of mine approach me and say that we don't have enough money to bring them all to egypt and the other places we are going. I tell him we are only taking them around the corner to Mexico to visit the Mayan ruins, my devious plan being that the parents will realise we are the good guys and that their son is very special and either help us develop him or let us take him on a quest to become who he is supposed to be.

notes - non-lucid - lucid

01-09-10 I am making pancakes, I forget to add flour and the result is obviously not great. I tell my mum that I forgot flour, she still thinks it will fail (thanks mum >.<). I didn't care I knew I could do it.
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This might be a continuation or a separate dream
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I have spent the night at my parents. The key to my flat is being taken to the owner of the building, which means I have to stay in Hornslet, this annoys me so I decide to eat some cereal on my parents expense. I tell my mum that I am disappointed, not in exact words but by repeating what she said in a depressed tone of voice. She says all I have to do is go to the shop and meet Lars who will have the key, I repeat this mentally to myself and then Lars appears, no one is saying anything to him and he is wearing a stupid hat plus not all of his hair is grey, I find this odd, but not enough to induce. He drops the keys on the table and write something on a piece of paper, I check out the piece and it is a “to/from” card normally associated with Christmas. This is weird, I grab the note and start writing my own stuff. The funny thing is that Lars and his wife have just repeatedly written “to” and “from” throughout the months (note: it was written in Danish, one of the rare times I dream in my native language). I realise it is a weird game he is playing with his wife, I don't want to interfere, so I erase what I have written on it and put the paper back on the wall. Mental note I had written Caroline in one of the boxes.
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(WILD) I wake up, I am lying on my back, I am positively sure I just fell asleep on my stomach. Damn what if I am waking myself up here. I quickly open my eyes, I am lying on my sofa. Come again!? The sensation of SP is gone, I know I am lying on my stomach in my bed, sod it I'll risk it I open my eyes and check my fingers, Ooooohh seven fingers on one hand, surely that is a record. Hang on the scenery is amazingly vivid, this actually looks like my flat as it does in real life. Telekinesis is off, are you sure that you are dreaming? Check the hand again you fool! Ah, two of my fingers are merging, good still dreaming. Vester you are an idiot, would you just accept the god damn fact that you are dreaming, trust your powers and fly out the window already!?

I fly out the window, the buildings in the streets have changed instead of being constructed of red bricks they now have grey grained surfaces. Interesting I think, they look amazingly real. I decide to fly right this time, then up I look at a parking lot with a lot of cars making sure I really use my senses in order to stabilise the dream as much as possible. I turn around and start flying left, I need to find something I can do, how about finding a small hotel, surely that has a lift in it. I take a left and see a small bar, it looks like it could have been a hotel at some point so I decided that it will be my target. I land in front of it and as I see a man sitting outside drinking a beer I decided to take a quick detour and ask him my dream name. I ask, after a bit of a break he replies “I really don't know”. Gah never mind I have other things to play around with, I walk through the bar expecting to find a lift. I get a bit of a brain freeze from thinking about if the dream will recognise if I use the word lift or elevator and what meaning it will have on the task, but decided that it is irrelevant. I walk through the corridors and in the end come to an old looking metal door, here we go! I walk in in a strange shaped room, the floor is covered in a carpet typical of lifts/elevators. There is no controls, but a manage to summon 1 button on the wall. “One is good enough I only have one destination anyways, atomic world it is!” I press the button.

The lift start moving, really slowly, come on Vester can't you make this thing move quicker!? nope, no go, damn I really need to practice dream control, especially the whole manipulation of my surroundings part. As I think about how I want to spot the holes in atoms so I can surf the particles in wave form I notice that the walls of the lift are starting to close in on me. I think to myself “great you moron so, the way you decide to go to the atomic world is by having a freaking lift squeeze you to the size of one!?” I stand there for some time, but I then see that the patterns of the walls become blurry, the dream is destabilising, I touch them, make sure I really focus on them, rub my hands, however nothing works and I wake up.

non-dream non-lucid

21-08-10 I was in Merlot's (yes the bar from true blood, ) with my friend, colleague and soon to be neighbour (first time I dreamt of him, couldn't do anything about that ). He was getting a lot of attention from all attractive women in the bar (I hate him!!!) except one, a red haired girl that seemed to go blonde over the course of the dream. She on the other hand kept smiling at me and I smiled back, but didn't do anything else. She told Daniel she had to go back to Max, her presumed boyfriend. At one point I get a message from an unknown number and I know it is her, it is an animated film about a small blue man that lives in the wall like a mouse. The text after the film says “This is Max ”.

After almost being sucked into another dream about a small dog that lives in the same wall as Max, I get called back to the first by a scene where someone is stealing the tip money (very similar to the last episode I watched). Two friends of mine (random DCs) and I run through town to find Claire (An English friend of mine) and it is quite obvious that she has taken the money. We run through the city which has a cross between Barcelona and Copenhagen feel to it. We find Claire at a café with a stack of money on the table and a couple of notes she has quickly dropped in a half full pint. I pick up the notes and put them in the stack. One DC want to take some of the money and claims it to be finders keepers, another want to set up a recurrent business. I tell them it is all going back and the DC with the business plans asks me “Who put you in charge of our ethical considerations?” “I did!” I reply and start heading back to the bar.

When we get back Claire is at the bar serving a pint, she seems anxious and I know this is because of our return. Sam gets up and I give him the money. He calls me and another DC into his office, and this DC transforms into the aforementioned woman. We have a bit of a mouthing and the woman is acting like bitch. To wipe her smile of her face I go to slap her, although I have no intentions of carrying through Sam grabs my hand behind my head. “I had no intentions of doing it you know?” He explains how she has been through a lot with his brother and how she has now had to move out, so even if I had slapped her it wouldn't have been the worst that could happen to her (!?!?!?).

The woman starts to make serious moves on Sam and he can't resist it. I close my eyes as I don't want to see. Devious tramp I think to myself, before my idea about her turns into “Succubus!”. I keep standing there as they are blocking the entire office until the woman makes small room and says “scoot”. I grab the door and the wall and swing my lower body over Sam's legs in order to get out. The last thing I say is “Oh btw, she stays!”. “Who her?” Sam replies “Claire, you idiot!!” I reply, “She stays or I go” (somehow I now have a working affiliation with Merlot's). I feel like Claire deserves a second chance. I go out of the office and over to the bar and over to Claire. She is blushing as I approach and I can feel how uncomfortable she is becoming, I kiss her on the cheek grab my dream journal and start walking towards an empty part of the bar. Claire calls “thanks” in a questioning tone of voice and as I can hear she doesn't want to let it go right away, I turn around and send her a smile. She smiles back and resume her work.

As I am walking towards that empty place in the bar to write my dream journal, a woman calls me and smiles at me. She is quite large and she tells me she wouldn't mind kisses either. I send her a smile and carry on with my route. I wake up.

Okies so,

This is the first entry for me here so be gentle, should probably work on shorting down the descriptions a bit, but as I am only getting back into dreamworks (clever ey!) I find it helpful to increase the level of detail I notice, I might start shorting down the forum posts and keep the detailed descriptions to a private journal.

Non-ludic
Ludic
Notes/reflections

12-08-10 Attained lucidity after waking from a dream within a dream. In the first dream I was hearing routine scraping sounds from my living room and I feared these a bit. In fact i feared them so much that I would not go to the kitchen in order to get some water or milk (I knew I had no milk). I decided instead to go to the toilet which was a hotel style toilet (even though it was right next to my room and I have no such toilet I didn't spot the hint) I was sitting in this toilet looking at the details noticing the increased space, but also that there was a sign right next to the toilet that explained what it was in different languages. I returned to my bed and noticed that my duvet was a bit too small that I could somewhat not fit under it and hide from the ghosts of my flat. At this point I woke up (within the dream) and the scraping sound was now louder from the room next door, but this time it was accompanied with a whisper clear in my head and I looked around and saw a transparent face. Now I suspected I was dreaming so got up, confronted the ghost and told him ”you are a spirit, I am dreaming” he tried to talk me out of it, but I tested my thesis by trying to fly, successfully. I landed snapped my fingers and said ”I am dreaming” I awaited a bit to see if the excitement would wake me up, but this waiting a bit seemed to stabilise the dream. I made the face my spirit friend and told him to come along for the ride, saying ”you are created by me”. I went to the corridor of my flat and tried to fly straight through the door, but everything became black as I tried to do so and after another unsuccessful attempt I decided to try the window instead. Here at first I banged my entire body against the glass (without it breaking) and I took a step back, focused and flew straight through the glass without breaking it. My spirit friend was at this point a bit behind me, but since he wouldn't keep up (or I couldn't be bothered keeping creating him) I flew high and low and saw some people on a spot of grass, and landed in front of them. I told them I was dreaming and that they were projected by me and that we should relish the chance to have a party. The scraping sounds had now turned into a full on funky house background theme song that stayed till the end of the dream. I flew down towards the university and a mass of people where gathering, again I told them they were just in my head and they accepted this and things turned riot like, in a good way. A car with some people in it and an angry driver Jacob Kliver, an old football coach of mine approached. He looked angrily at the people in front of him so I flew straight towards the car (to give him the surprise of his life ^^) put my feet first and kicked the window (without breaking it. The car emptied and I picked it up, to the amusement of the crew around me and tried to throw it in a top floor window, I couldn't quite get it to fit although I tried 3 times, but they seemed happy enough that I could throw a car around. However determined to prove that I could achieve some proper stuff I summoned a leather/metal sofa (now getting reminded that telekinesis was also within the realms of reality) picked it up with my mind and planted it halfway through the top window of the building across the road. I flew onwards and decided that I wanted some sexual/romantic action too and wanted to kiss the first girl that turned up, which happened to be a delicate good looking friend of mine reminding me of Sarah. I kissed her, but it was just too wet and I had some fun explaining to the girl that it was probably because I was kissing myself and in an attempt to stick my own tongue down my throat I was drooling all over the place. So I wiped my mouth and flew on without much happening till I got to a night club where I saw Sarah and a guy that had been on a street earlier. The funky house music was now coming from the speakers of the club and we decided to hang out a while. The guy I decided was a pain in the ass and I wanted to erase him, which I couldn't. I had a conversation with the guy about it saying it was funny that I couldn't because in reality he was a projection of my mind (not sure he thought it was funny) they left, after I insisted on getting his name, which he had to tell me twice (Jay 100) and I went to the window and decided to do a full on telekinetic exit I shattered the glass outwards with my mind (explosion style!!) jumped from the window in a huge arc and landed on a radiator on the outside of an adjacent building, to great amusement of some random people passing by (yes it seemed perfectly logical that a radiator would be placed on the outside of a building, at least at the time!). I decided to practice a few dancing moves, but at this point I had some trouble breathing. I took some time to focus and regain my breath, which I did (although I have no idea as to how, when I woke up later I was face down in my pillow). I danced a bit and did some heavenly parcour (spelling?) until I had some trouble breathing again. At this point I became scared thinking I might not wake up even if I was dying because my conscience was not with my body. I demanded to wake up without success, until I decided to close my eyes and focus on my breath (I have only recently tried WILD techniques, unsuccessfully, but apparently they are great for stopping a no longer wanted dream too =P) and woke up, drawing a deep, DEEP breath (after having pulled my face out the pillow).

Notes: This is the second time the presence of a ghost gives me the hint of the fact I am dreaming. This was in fact a wake back to bed attempt as I had been sleeping most of the day after not having slept much yesterday and getting called to work this morning by my dad.

Regarding the content of my dream, the meanings can be interpreted in a standard Freudian manner about desires, fears etc.

Also at some point there were some old school knee pad protectors (brown and fluffy) and I somehow knew I would need them, although they don't figure in the later stages of the dream(s). However I am not sure what dream they figure in.

12-08-10 Fragmented series of dreams. I was somewhere with some friends of mine Kaiser was there. As the end of the trip approached he told me he was looking forward to going to a long planned event with me that I had totally forgotten. Even as he reminded me of the contents of this event I had no recollection of what happened and how I got involved. He later tried to sway me me by having Dukakis on a call and a friend of Duki's asked what and what was happening to me, I believe the place I was supposed to go was Bulgaria. Later on I even took out my calendar flipped through the filled out pages (I should kill myself for not realising this was a dream here, as I oppose diaries and calendars with a passion) and did indeed find the date in mention with a note called “focus fuck” referring to my intentions of participating in this event. I still couldn't remember a damn thing, and although now I was actually getting convinced I had agreed to it, I was sure I hadn't agreed to anything that took place foreignly. When I in the end refused to go, Kaiser was severely disappointed, in fact he was in tears and this touched me. We departed at the train station, actually a hell of a lot of train travelling took place, and I ended up in bulgaria although Kaiser and Duki were not part of this segment of the dream. I met a girl, not a very attractive girl (in fact with a female mustache) but I felt connected to her and I liked her in a non-sexual fashion. We were not able to communicate a lot and therefore we decided to attend a language school together and at this language school the teacher asked who was serious and actually intended on learning something rather than being there to get credits for something. Both her and I decided that we were going to learn the common means of communication. However this never occurred as a demonic (seemed goblin like) police officer turned up in a car outside. He shot the girl in the throat, a fatal wound, and I never managed to catch up with him. I returned to the home of the girl and decided to remain a little longer in the company of her brother. Her brother introduced me to an older brother of his, who had experience and an underground network of people, in fighting supernatural beings. One of these ended up being a warewolf, also a police officer and I was riding a bike with this older brother who told me the gun I had was loaded with silver bullets. I shot this man who was chasing us from the back of the bike, I hit him in the shoulder, but because of the silver bullets this was enough to kill him. As he was dying I noticed that he started to shift (he grew a mean ass set of teeth!) and I also noticed that from the bullet wound a silver coating appeared engulfing the man's shoulder starting from deep within his veins. We returned to the house of the siblings and we went to a field to play some football the two brothers and I (after having ventured on yet another train travel). I somehow had a ticket that would allow me free roaming transport on any train, after having checked this with a controller. In the end I departed and explained to the younger brother of the girl that despite the tragic circumstances I was glad to have gotten to know him better and had a good time. I woke up.

Notes: This is not the first time I have experienced (and missed) trains as a clear dream sign.