Second Reality Experiences

I was walking outside in a neighborhood full of houses and all of the sudden the world I was in suddenly became underwater. I felt peaceful though. At the same time this beautiful song started playing in the background.


It was the exact same song but instead of the lyrics "Put your back into it" it was "Paint the world red and black"

At the same time the houses, buildings, and architecture dissolved into threads of black and red paint that danced around me in artistic graceful movements as I swam. It was incredibly beautiful and comforting. I was in bliss and felt so happy.

After the song ended I became lucid, the trigger was me realizing that I was breathing underwater.

I sank below into the darkness of the water and soon felt my feet hit a wooden floor. The water had somehow vanished and I was in an old home. It was a bit dark and lit with candles. I walked out the front door and saw my sister.

"Did you know I was dreaming this whole time?" I asked her.

She smiled and nodded reassuringly, walking down the road past where I was.

I yelled after her. "My keyword is...Asshole! Remember Asshole! (I couldnt think of anything but the first word that came to mind that would be easy to remember was asshole. Because it was shocking and 2 syllables.)
I hope that one day she tells me that I told her to remember this word in a dream...

I went back into the house and started dancing. I'm a pretty great solo dancer in the dream world. I was just mainly happy to be lucid again. It's been a long time. After a few minutes Ray walked into the room.

"I'm lucid Ray! Isn't this amazing?"

"Yes," he said. "Make sure to write this down."

Then I woke up instantly.

When I woke up a lot of the dream was lost. It was much longer than this and more detailed. So much of it left me when i woke up but I think I got the most important parts and I am so glad that I was able to do it again. I was starting to think I lost my ability..

"Do you see those bright stars up there?"

The dark-haired girl was staring into the night sky as she spoke. Five vivid abnormally bright stars beamed in the distance.

"They're actually UFOs."

"I know," I responded. "Do you think they mean to harm us?"

"Well, I think that if they meant us harm they could probably destroy us all with the push of a button. We probably wouldn't even know it happened and we'd be dead... I mean with all their technology who knows what they're capable of. So I'm not sure. Maybe they haven't decided themselves."

I thought about what she said for a moment. Images came to my mind of aliens wiping us out or turning the human race into slaves. I could picture them removing portions of our brain, to make us docile...emotionless. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed there was one staring at me. It was a female alien, although I'm not sure how I could tell. She had translucent blue skin and was hairless. Her build was human-like - not disproportionately small or thin. However the eyes were huge like most alien depictions show. For some reason I wasn't afraid.

In this dream today is my birthday (it's actually next week). I "wake up" and I am in a house that has wooden floors. There are pieces of ribbon scattered about the floor in all different colors. I see my cat Luna but she looks different. Her hair has been styled and cut, but it looks cute. I actually really like it. Apparently I have a pet rabbit too. It hops across the floor next to me. Ray is in the house with me. He tells me to grab a leash...and then we decide to head out. He leaves really fast and I forget the leash....I'm not sure why I needed it or for what animal it was for so I chase after him. I tell him I forgot the leash and he rolls his eyes at me.

"Well..." I say, "What did you want me to bring, the cat or the rabbit?"

He doesn't respond.

"I SAID, what did you want me to bring?" I start getting louder, "HELLO?! Answer me! The cat or the rabbit?" People start staring at us...but I really couldn't care less. I just repeat myself over and over....

Until I realize that this situation makes no sense at all.

I become lucid.

"This is a dream! You know what SCREW YOU! I'm leaving!"

I walk away from him and come to a market. There is a lady in a booth selling pizza.

"I'd like one slice of pizza please. And if you can please hurry, I won't be here much longer. I can tell I am going to wake up soon." I say.

I realize I don't have any money and then visualize a dollar in my pocket. Sure enough, when i reach in I can feel a dollar in there. I hand it to her. I look around and people are celebrating something in history having to do with the civil war. Everyone is dressed up in old clothing doing reenactments.A different younger girl pulls me away from the booth by my hand. Then the dream ends.

I am driving on a road while talking on the phone with my mother. She sounds very upset and she keeps talking about how she is not able to find a job, how she thinks she may have to declare bankruptcy, and how my dad won't help her with her bills. I was trying to help comfort her, but as I am talking the entire road I am traveling on unravels and causes me to crash into some brush. I hung up on her because I needed to get out of the current mess I was in. I get out, the car is destroyed, and I try to make my way to find some help.

There is a lot of greenery. Everything is lush, and almost tropical, like I had been transported to India or something. I come to a backyard with a lot of junk in it. A brown pit-bull is in the yard that keeps barking at me. Thankfully the chain fence keeps him from actually attacking me. I walk around to the front and open the gate. When I do this I hear yelling and a man comes out of the house trying to chase me out. I don't know what to do so I just start running from him. I get far enough ahead and I see a shed that I quickly jump into and hide before he sees me. The dream fades out.

I'm in my bed and I realize I am really deeply tired and know I can stay in the dream awhile. I close my eyes and I'm able to do a WILD. (I am lucid, but it goes in and out a lot. I'm only semi-lucid.)

I am back in the big shed I ran into. Near the doors I see another person. It's another guy, and thankfully he is not the one that had been chasing me.

"Hey, come with me." He motions me forward.

When I reach him he kind of brushes against my chest before grabbing my hand. I get the feeling that he had more than friendly intentions - But it is gentle and completely non-threatening. I feel a comfortability around him that is rare when I meet people. He takes me out of the shed and out of that junkyard of a place and right up to another building. When we pass through it there are a lot of auctions, of people. I don't know why but people would get up on platforms and others would bid for them. I couldn't really process it because before I knew it we were leaving and on the steps of another building

I look around and it is actually a Monastery-like place. The architecture is beautiful. I see lots of people sitting on pillows around an elongated table. They all wear ceremonial robes, very eastern traditional garments that monks normally wear. There were women too so it was a co-ed spiritual place. I really enjoyed it as it felt incredibly peaceful.



The young man that brought me here looks at me, "My name is Zee. Normally outsiders are not welcome here, and I brought you against regulation. Come quickly and try not to be seen."

I follow him urgently to his room, which was incredibly small. Just a bed and a tiny set of drawers. As soon as he closes the door behind him I hear an older lady yell, "ROOM INSPECTION!!"

Shit

I look under the bed to see if I can hide there but it is standing only about 3 inches from the ground and there is no way I could fit.

"Stay there!" Zee says.

I stay and curl into a ball next to the bed. Zee dumps a bunch of sheets over me and makes it look like I am just a bundle of unfolded fabric. The dream fades out and I wake up.

(I'm back in my bed but I am really excited about this dream so I keep my eyes closed and I am able to WILD again). I am back in Zee's room but he is gone. I look out the window to check and make sure I am in the right place. Sure enough it is the same temple. I think about trying to magically make him appear but then feel that that would be "cheating" and the dream would lose it's authenticity. In the corner of the room is a young pretty blonde girl who has features similar to Zee's. It clicks in my head that she was his sister.

"It's a good thing you disappeared when you did. You weren't found out. Zee could have been in a lot of trouble you know."

"Where did he go?" I ask.

She shrugs her shoulders, "He's outside of the room somewhere. You should go look for him."

I am already wearing ceremonial robes like the others. That's a good thing because I will blend in more and it would be less likely that I was questioned outside. I walk out of the room and down the hallway. I come to a room where there is a large circle of people weaving different fabrics.

The dream ends and I wake up again. This time completely.

1. A ghostly hand touched my hip on bare skin as I was sleeping. It was so icy cold it woke me up and even when i got up and went to the bathroom I could still feel the prickly cold where the hand had been.

2. I was in a room doing an experiment with bees. There were several containers with bees in them and I was measuring the frequency of sound that the buzzing produces. According to the dream, the frequency directly correlated to food scarcity and happiness of the bee. The higher the frequency, the more content the colony was, and the more abundant their resources. Lower frequencies linked with problems.

Looking back on that I wonder how "true" this dream experiment was. I don't know where my brain came up with that but it sounds like a valid hypothesis.

1. My dad, my sister Ashley, and I are playing a video game together. It was a racing game. It involved driving through obstacles on a football field - swerving to miss players and large patches of grass. After we were finished playing Ashley pulled out a couple of DVDs she had and wanted to watch them with us. I believe it was the first and second Ace Ventura movies. Unfortunately my dad told her he didn't have time to watch it.

2. (This one is very confusing and has multiple scene shifts that don't correlate.) I am working (at Best Buy). Walt asks me if I had seen an animated children's movie where there was a computer tech bench like the one we have in Geek Squad. In reality this movie does not exist but in the dream I seem to recall it quite well and tell him yes. The store is a lot larger than normal and it looks like it is combined with an enormous pharmacy. The scene shifts.
I am in a kind of Buddhist temple. I am standing behind a curtain on a stage. To the right of me in front of the stage are a lot of children who are seated on the floor. The left seating area remains empty. Some monks enter the room and line up on stage in front of the kids. I have fuzzy memories in which the children undergo some kind of religious cleansing. The scene shifts.
I'm sitting in a cafeteria next to a girl who taps me on the shoulder. She points to a blonde in pigtails who is leaning against the wall.

"Do you think that girl is pretty?" she asks.

As she says this Natalie Portman walks beside me with a friend of hers. So instead of commenting on the random girl I say, "Well, I'm not sure, but I think Natalie Portman is much more beautiful." Cheesy I know. Natalie Portman smiles at this and pokes me in the chest as she walks by.

"Clever boy," she says.

3. The dream plays out in third person like I am watching a scene. A young woman with long brunette hair leaves a castle and enters a forest. She wears a deep purple cape. She comes to a ancient white tree and waits expectantly. It is dawn, and a beautiful white horse emerges from the trees. I get the sense that it is a mythical legendary animal, almost heavenly in nature. It comes forward and lays down at her feet. She embraces it lovingly. There is an air of sadness to it. I get the feeling that this horse was at one time a man, and her lover, and she feels pain because they can't be together again.

My family and I are spending time at Disney World. We are heading toward the Haunted Mansion. It looks a little different than the real thing. There's a small "vampire house" in front of the main building overlooking a large stone fountain. There is also a man wearing a mask there who's performing magic tricks for people walking by. He waves his hand and my little brother Jared's right shoe disappears and teleports into the water of the fountain. Jared runs forward to take back his shoe but right before he reaches it, his entire body is flung backward by some invisible force of magic. The magician starts giggling, clearly having fun with it. Jared takes another try. This time pnce he gets close to the fountain streams of water shoot up and splash his face. Eventually he gives up and leaves the shoe. It was pretty comical.

I haven't had many dreams but I am trying to start up again with them. Recently I had one and I thought I would record it even though it was such a brief period of lucidity. I don't remember what happened before I was lucid because I mistakenly did not write it down immediately when I woke up.

I am in a hallway and become lucid. I walk down the hallway and enter a lounge area. There is an attractive blonde guy sitting on a leather chair. I walk up to him and say hello.

He pulls out what looks like a round scrying mirror that is pitch black. He asks me if I am ready to see the stuff of my worst nightmares and holds the mirror up for me to look in. I turn my head away because I was too afraid to look in... Then the dream ended.

The dream begins with a nightmare. I am in a place where I cannot touch the floor or I will fall through and get eaten by sharks. It's much like the childhood game my sister and I would play called “Lava” (in which we would pretend the floor was molten lava and we could only touch or step on furniture to make our way throughout the house). I don’t remember much of it except that 2 creepy old men were chasing me and each of them died. At some point I become lucid.

I am in a house. Now that I know I am dreaming touching the floor is no longer a concern of mine. I go up to the first window I see. Outside it's raining and there's a boat dock that has a canoe in it. The window has a latch on it which I undo and push open to hop out.

I walk on the wet pavement..There seems to be no one around.
"Hello? Is there anyone there?" I yell out.
There's no answer. I go up the road trying to find someone to interact with. The dream is very stable and I am much more calm than I have been in the past after becoming lucid, and I know it will help keep me in the dream longer.I get to a downtown area where there are many people going about daily business. A couple of girls in the distance are staring at me excitedly and whispering. One of them has long straight black hair with straight edge bangs and is very tan. The other is pale and blonde. The black haired girl is really excited to see me but I find her to be really annoying. She talks like an annoying girly sorority girl. She asks if I want to stop by her place, but she motions me toward the area where the nightmare started. Hell no. I tell her no thank you.

"It's ok," she says, "I do have to get going anyway though!"

She waves goodbye to both me and the blonde and runs off.

The blonde laughs at me,"Don't mind her. She's a little spacey."

"Who are you?" I ask.

At first I think she tells me "Laurie" but I can't quite hear her.

"Hi Laurie," I say.

She corrects me, "Oh, not Laurie, it’s Zuri.”

“That’s a unique name.” I reply. I feel so comfortable and also feel strongly that there is something special about her. It's rare when I can really talk to a DC like this and have it feel so normal. Zuri is such a great name too. One that I had never thought of before. The dream is also very stable compared to the last few I've had which only causes me to feel more intrigued by her. I study what she looks like (so that later I can draw her). Her hair is shoulder length and wavy. She's wearing dangling pearl earrings. Her outfit is a white men's style jacket with a tight dark blue dress that stops just above her knee. I didn't look at her shoes but I assume she is wearing heels.

She grabs my left hand,“I think we’ll head over to my place, and I think you’ll find it much more comfortable anyway.”

We begin walking through the city. It’s modern and clean. Everything is well-kept. There is no trash or litter. The lights from the windows make the place seem to glow as it grows darker outside. Zuri is so pretty too. I resist the urge to tell her though. I want to find out more about her, but more in the way I would actually try to get to know someone in person than treating her like another random DC.

“It’s just up ahead around the corner,”she points out, “I live in Park Place.”

Once we turn the corner we enter an apartment building. We walk down the hall and stop at the first door on the right. I look at the numbers above the door.

They read “208 Viloire 08”.

Zuri takes her keys from her purse and begins unlocking the door.

Just as that happens I wake up. Damn it!

I am at what appears to be a large outdoor festival at night. There’s a bonfire with big open air tents scattered throughout the area. I notice that there are quite a lot of beautiful young women. Interestingly they are wearing armor so I assume it is some kind of renaissance festival.

Anyway they are very seductive with people that pass by. One of them grabs me by the hand and presses me against the wall kissing my cheek. She looked kind of like this:

“Tell me your dreams,” she whispers in my ear.

Something doesn’t feel right. I look over at another man that was enamored with one, and as he speaks to her, a blue energy leaves his head and is absorbed into the girl. Then it hits me. They feed off of the memory of people’s dreams. If I told her any dream memory – she would steal it from my mind and erase any recollection of the experience I had.

“No,” I say and push her away

“Please!” she begs and grabs my hand. I just shake it away.

I decide to fly above the crowd and notice there were a lot of these women. I wonder what they are. I dub them “dream sirens”. There is a big contraption in the middle of the gathering that they would turn on when they pushed people in - to forcibly suck dream memories out of their souls.. It’s actually kind of scary. I have a hard time remembering what exactly this machine looked like.

My dreams are obviously extremely important to me so there was no way I was going to allow that. After a while of trying to escape from these girls (each kept trying to pull me toward them) a bell rings.

“It's time for the final and most important extraction,” one of them looks at me. “And we choose you.”

Now all of them are grabbing me and pushing me toward the center of the pit to force my dreams out of my head. I scream and kick, trying to get them off of me but it didn’t work and they keep pushing me toward the center.
Before I reach it the dream ends.

I wake up for a brief moment and then go back to sleep, and am able to do a WILD

I'm in the middle of a downtown city. It looks to be about midday - the sun is out and it's bright. The clarity is fantastic. I can see the individual leaves on the trees. I remember from reading Stephen LaBerge's work that in order to keep the dream stable I need to be constantly participating. So I try to take in everything I can. I begin to run down the street. There are no other people in sight. It's like a ghost city. I come to what looks like an Art History museum. Behind Glass is an ancient statue of an elephant. It's a humanoid elephant and it's style was strongly reminiscent of Egypt, India, and Greece all kind of melded into one. I remember studying the details of the white marble and marveling at how intricate they were. I even turned away and looked back and everything stayed the same. It was that stable!

(I drew a depiction of it)


I walk inside the museum, and feel like I own it. I mean essentially I did own it because it was my dream. But I walk around and look at a few things. I see another statue of a horse belonging to the same civilization that was intricately decorated with a headdress and feathers. I am pretty amazed at the beauty my mind had came up with for this civilization. I feel like I could derive a whole culture just from the statues that had been placed there for me to see. I walk into a darkened room and begin to hear an ominous static noise that reminds me of the game "SlenderMan". And as soon as I begin to fear seeing him he shows right up - just as expected. I quickly try to ignore him and he disappears.

I notice a guy in a security uniform standing in the museum. I walk up to him and feel like he shouldn't belong. His eyes shift away from me, and he has a look on his face like he is up to no good. I tell him he needs to leave and he promptly replies "No."

That's fine, so I try to erase him by waving my hand in front of my eyes and hoping as my hand passes he will disappear (this has worked in the past for me). But, alas, it does not work and he is still standing there.

I turn around and see a couple of other guards (who seem legit enough) by a door. I wave them over and tell them to escort the guy I didn't like out of the museum. They immediately follow my instruction, grab him by the arm and take him away. I feel pretty satisfied, and then the dream ends

I text Tom to come pick me up and go out to grab some lunch. He pulls up to the driveway of what appears to be my mom’s house and Ray comes out and says bye (even though neither he or I live there)….but I don’t tell him who Tom is and wonder if he will get jealous. Tom is kind of a bad driver and almost hits the car parked in the driveway before we pull out. We start driving through town headed toward a restaurant.

“How have you been?” he asks me

“Good. It’s been a long time since I’ve seen you.”

“Yeah I haven’t seen you since….when was it that we dated?”

“I wouldn’t really call it dating - we just went out that one day. I was really too naïve and not ready for a relationship at that time so…”

He nods and asks me if I liked a picture on his facebook… in which he was pretending to poop. (There really is no such picture – on facebook he is pretty vain and narcissistic, posting pictures of himself and criticizing others a lot – so maybe my dream subconscious was referring to his pictures as crap or something.)

“Don’t you take a lot of pictures like that?” I ask jokingly

“Nope that’s the only one.”

He looks good in person compared to what ive seen online, and better looking than when I first met him. Although in this dream he has long hair – in reality his hair is buzzed and doesn’t look as nice. While I am thinking about this he almost hits the curb, and a car nearly hits us.

I yell at him, “Oh my god, your driving skills are awful!”

But we laugh it off. I tell him we should go to Genghis Grill. Then I wake up.

My dad, sister and I are on the beach. The water is beautiful, and it’s clear and sunny outside.My dad goes for a swim but soon gets attacked by a shark. We rush him home but he doesn’t want to go to the doctor. And he dies later that evening from an infecton to the wound. The dream resets and we are back on the beach again. My dream-self interprets this as I had a dream and it predicted the future. So my dad gets attacked by a shark again. When we get him to the house I watch him like a hawk. I make him put antibiotics on his wound. He doesn’t listen to me about staying in bed. It’s like telling a child not to do something. He gets up. Says he is going out for a drive and gets in his car. I get in the car with him to make him stop. He drives through the house breaking through walls to get outside. While he is driving with me in the passenger side trying to stop the car, I realize I am dreaming – I guess because none of this made any sense.

I jump through the windowshield and fly high into the sky. It’s difficult to stabilize the dream because I haven’t been lucid in quite some time. The constant flow and feeling of the wind against my skin helps. Whenever I try to slow to a stop the dream starts fading away so I keep flying fast. I see a church that resembles the Duomo of Florence, except its next to the ocean. I decide I want to land on it…but again as I try to the dream fades and I am back in bed.

I decided to take a nap in the afternoon and had a WILD.

“Wake Up Nick!”

“Wake Up”

My eyes open. It is very difficult to see anything. I am in a large and spacious RV. I was sleeping on a large plush sofa. I get up and feel around. I am at the front next to the driver. He looks to be late thirties maybe early forties. I put my hand on his shoulder.

“Why is everything so blurry?”

“Blurry? Oh, eat the bread on the counter. It will help you out,” he points to a large French roll of bread in the kitchen area of the RV.

I claw a chunk with my hand and start eating. As soon as I do this things start clearing up a bit. For a moment everything looks perfect.
I walk to the back of the RV where the bathroom is and knock on the door. There is someone busy in there. I could hear her using the sink. The door opens and I see a beautiful blonde girl smiling back at me. She is wearing a slimming black dress and diamond earrings.

“Good you finally woke up,” she tells me, “Here put this on.”
She hands me a folded black tuxedo.

“Where are we going?” I ask.

“Well, we are going to meet my father. And I want you looking sharp.”

She smiles back at me again. Beautiful.

As she closes the door the dream fades out and I wake up back in bed. Sick as ever.

I am in some sort of futuristic communal living area. My mom is with me. I get into a heated argument with my sister (I do not remember the details of the argument at all – I just felt really angry). This causes me to look around the area for a bar because I want to get drunk – preferably on a mango daiquiri that I am craving. My mom is there and follows me in an attempt to distract me and help calm me down. She asks if I know of a place where we can get a nice dinner and we can relax. It turns out I do know of a place. It’s a restaurant that is part of a dance club I know of. It is daytime so the place is relatively empty. We walk inside and there are many party favors scattered about the club. One of the rooms was a sitting area made to look like a huge bedroom. We go outside where the restaurant is. It is made up of sitting areas on the floor with small tables that are each floating individually on a river. It reminds me of India.. and was relaxing to go to after being so upset with my sister. My mom and I sit down on pillows which they used instead of chairs for the atmosphere. My mom asks me if I knew the waiter who was talking with a different table – I tell her no.

Our table section starts going in circles and breaks off from the restaurant. It starts floating down the river – which increases in speed quite quickly and becomes a rushing series of rapids. I tell my mom to hold on for dear life. I scream for help and start waving my hands at an older couple I see from afar. Soon my mom and I are thrown off of our table ‘raft’ and we are flying down a canyon, the river water is no longer there – it is just a dry riverbed and something keeps pushing us along in mid-air at what seems to be 100 miles an hour. I scream at my mom to be careful. I can’t see her and don’t know if she is in front or behind of me. I see the elderly people trailing after us. Soon we are ejected into the open air over a cliff. As we fall my mom and I are able to grab hold of the edge of the cliff.The elderly couple fall behind us and both grab and hold on to our feet – and I physically remember having to pull harder to hold the man up who had latched onto my ankles. He climbs up my body and gets onto the cliff. Then he and his wife help pull me and my mother up. In the back of my mind I realize I have been dreaming and the elderly wife knows this. She and her husband both seem lucidly aware.

“Thank you so much for saving us,” I tell them. “Did you know this was a dream?”

The wife nods, “We are conscious dreamers having a shared dreaming experience,” she tells me. “It’s lucky we found you when we did.”

My eyes start watering. I feel very emotional for some reason. I feel convinced they are right even though I have no way of proving it and I feel very validated by this. Not very many people or DCs I meet in dreams readily admit to the dream reality. I feel around for my cell phone in my pocket and it is missing. I jokingly tell the lady that I wish she could call it. That way I could have proof of this and it could be authentic. She and her husband laugh. Then I wake up. I wish I had asked for their names.