zxechoo09

I was out on the road with the roundabout going into ***** **** and we were outside this vehicle (truck, I believe) and my dad and 2 of his friends were there. They were talking about LDing, my dad's 2 friends said that they had been LDing since they were 3 and my dad said he was since he was in Year 12. They then asked me and said if I did and I said yes and they asked for how long, then I said since last year then quit then start again on 25th of August. They asked if I had one I said no. They asked (again) if I did the finger one and the guy who asked was flicking is index and middle finger up and down.

I hate having dreams that are talking about LDing and I don't even recognise it XD

Well this may seem very confusing but I'll try to explain it, I was in my actual dream and then I remembered something that I read on the forums, if you close your eyes in a dream you'll wake up? So then not being lucid in this dream I entered into the dream's dream and I cannot remember what this dream was like.

All I know about this dream in my dream was that I somewhat had control over it not like my real life dreams. I then closed my eyes and it was black for about half a second and then it went white for about 2 seconds and then I woke up in a FA at school staring at a clock that said 5:55pm.

When I had breakfast this morning and got out my knife from the drawer I remembered this dream:

I remember my eyes were in a fixed state, not moving whatsoever, and I could only remember moving my hands. I was staring at the cutlery drawer and there were all these bread crumbs in the knife section. I was getting a butter knife out and I was interested in the crumbs I was touching them, picking them up then I would drop them back in. This dream felt like it went on for about 5 minutes, it was quite odd.

Now that I think about these dreams, I seem to have plenty of these pointless and weird dreams which I am practically doing nothing.

I came upstairs and saw that no one was using the xbox, my brother was sitting on the lounge in front of it so then I went in my room and looked at my xbox 360 games and they all were unorganised, messy and not in alphabetical order like usual (I like to be very organised) and I noticed that I had some PS3 games even though I do not have PS3, I then realised that I must be dreaming as my games weren't in alphabetical order (It's funny how I noticed the tiniest little thing is a dream when I was fighting a dragon the other night ) I plugged my nose and tried to breathe through it but it didn't work so I concluded I wasn't dreaming.

It started out me out at home about 2:30am and I was with friends from homeroom and one of them said he heard something come from the bathroom and he felt as if he was being watched, so I went in there and next thing I know I'm fighting 'The Screaming Death' from 'How to Train your Dragon (TV Series)', I then fly out the wall that it broke into at the backyard side of the house (in the swimming style mode of flight), and then I'm hiding in the circular garden near the bird aviary and keep circling around it until I am able to fly back to the house. Then my mum is in the kitchen cooking and goes 'What the hell have you done now?' and won't let me through the kitchen window so I fly to the front side of the house and realise that I want to try the 'superman' style of flight so I do that rather than just 'swimming' through the air (When I woke up this is why I believe it was somewhat semi-lucid), the big dragon has gone away and next thing I know is I'm being retold the story by a 4 year old, a 2 year old and 1 year old (don't ask me why[I'll probably assume because people are always taking claim of my work when I do it all]),. I then wake up wondering if the dream was lucid.

The only reason I believe it was somewhat lucid is because I willingly somehow said I wanted to try something, and it worked. I believe it was from the SSILD method.

I was playing soccer and we had this real shitty linesman, I was always complaining to him about the other team kicking the ball away when it was our throw in. He didn't even care! I was at an unknown soccer field but there was a RSL there or something of the sort. When we finished we went inside the RSL and I said to my brother, that ref was really shit. Then there was the centre ref came along and didn't say anything.