non-lucid

At the beginning of the dream, my parents announced we were going to some event. It was nighttime, and I decided to watch an old movie. Then I realized it was the director's cut, so I stopped watching it. I went to the kitchen when all of a sudden, the event began inside the house. A bunch of people were there. I think there were maybe 300 or so. And the kitchen was gone too. And it was daytime now. And there was singing and dancing.

During the event, I became enemies (not friends) with a girl. I don't know what happened, but we didn't like each other that much.

At the end of the dream, the both of us got caught up in some flying machine that looked like it was flown by Orville and Wilbur. Then the plane was up in the air and the girl was thrown into peril. I had to save her. So I was trying my hardest, and then the dream was over.

No lucid dreams yet. Keep trying. Keep trying.

I was living on a train with my family (Don't ask me why we lived on a train. We just did). We met up with a woman at some point in the dream. It was pretty wintry outside too, now that I think of it.

Later on, I realized that the woman was going to blow up the train using my cat. Fortunately, I stopped her evil scheme and saved my cat along with it.

I rewarded myself by watching Patton.

Then as I was watching, my Mom grabbed my cat and planned to release him into the forest, which I promptly disagreed with.

I think right then, I might've realized that I was dreaming. Unfortunately, that's when the dream ended too.

Me and my family were traveling to Las Vegas (And I don't even gamble. What's up with that?). Apparently, I had a family that was falling apart or something like that. For some reason or another, I thought that if I could murder someone, I could unite my family again.

Later on in the dream, I succeeded. I killed someone.

On our last day visiting Vegas, I told everybody what I did as soon as we were clearing our hotel room.

The response? I was abandoned by my family.

And there you have it. Crime doesn't pay.

I was in a place that was rather hard to describe. The best I can muster up is that the place looked Egyptian, as if we were inside a pyramid or something.

A lot of people were watching The Matrix Reloaded, and parts of the movie were coming true to life.

I eventually did something wrong, and I went up near the top of the supposed pyramid.

It was at that moment that I saw a big square hole on one of the outside floors. Inside the hole was a big silver wormlike thing. This thing claimed that he would help me, but I guess I didn't believe him.

Then I realized the silver wormy was going to do something really bad to all those people inside the building, so I went back inside. And I was right. The thing showed up in a matter of minutes. With the help of a few others, I killed the silver thing and became a hero.

Then I learned I was Neo.

It ended, but it was cool while it lasted.

This one, I didn't count as a dream. The reason I say that is because I could remember it so clearly, even after dinner. But I decided I'll write it down, just in case it is. It certainly seems like a dream.

I was living in a place that looked like a cozy cabin. I had a friend and my cat with me. Sometime later, I met my parents.

Later, as the supposed dream went on, I found out some guy who looked like Darth Vader was my father, and I was being imprisoned by my fake parents. Me, my friend, and my cat tried to make an escape, but eventually we were caught by the fake parents. The end.

Dang! I should've written this sooner, so I wouldn't forget.

In my dream, I met up with some guy who was the best at his job. I had the same job too (I don't remember what the job was, but it involved guns, and I think there was some stealing going on with it). And strangely enough, the guy looked like Makarov from Modern Warfare 2. Come to think of it, the airport looked identical too.

Now, the first time we did our jobs, we were successful.

The second time however, we blew it.

It's my fault for not writing soon enough. But I know the consequences were bad. I guess that's all that mattered.

I dreamed that I took two testicular exams and one of my testicles had a small lump. I'm not sure what events unfolded (Or if that dream had ended), but I found myself in a car with a bunch of friends. It was really dark outside, and we were in the outskirts of the city. I think we were driving in a forest.

And that's all I could remember. But I do know during the driving that something heroic happened. I can't remember what it was.

I was dreaming that I watched two VHS tapes simultaneously. The first videotape was Snow White & The Seven Dwarfs. The second videotape was The Spirit Of Mickey.

Then I moved around too much and unintentionally ended the dream. It was too bad, because I was enjoying it too.

The dream took place inside my old house back in Montana.

This was the first vivid dream I had after I learned about lucid dreaming. Unfortunately, the first half of it was almost all I could remember.

I was in Belize and I was attending a megachurch (Even though there is no such thing as a megachurch in Belize. Trust me, I've been there). During the service, a volcano erupted. Debris fell on the church. The service continued, and guess what? The volcano erupted again! And once again, more debris fell on the church. Even then, the service continued. By the time the volcano erupted a third time, I was already out of that place. And yes, debris fell on the church again.

I forgot the rest of the dream, but I do remember that I was on a dirt road. I know that sometime later, I ran into a fat guy who looked like Dom DeLuise. The rest I don't remember.

I'm not sure how many people in the world get recurring dreams, but I'm pretty sure I've gotten one. And what's worse, I can never remember the whole thing. This is just what I managed to remember and wrote down.

I was in an urban setting. I think it was San Francisco. I was outside with a bunch of friends. They all had AK-47s or a machine gun. I had an AK-47 or some sort of machine gun in hand too.

And that's all I could remember. Sort of anti-climactic, isn't it? It's still a very strange dream to me. I'm not the kind of guy who likes to pick up a gun in the first place, and I would never want to be thrown into the military ever in my entire life (Odds are, I'd be the first to get shot). Guess that means I have to watch for guns when I'm dreaming.

This was the first dream that stayed in my head for a while until I got interested in lucid dreaming.

As the title suggests, there was a killer on the loose. As the dream went on, I found all of my friends were getting murdered by this fiend.

At the end of the dream, I walked into a restaurant. It looked more like a very old hotel. The place was dimly lit. The fact that the place was made out of wood didn't help matters much either. There were lights in the building, and yes, they were light bulbs. However, they were covered by frosted glass and were installed on the wall. There were also lights hanging from the ceiling. They were shining on the tables.

Anyway, I was reading a newspaper and as I read it, I realized I was the killer's next victim. I immediately noticed the killer was already in the building along with me. Panicking, I ran around the restaurant and ran up the stairs. And that's when I woke up. The end.