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To make life easier for people reading this journal, and for me understanding what I wrote, I will be making headings in blue font</span>, and any commentary please make in regular black font, so I (and other people) can easily tell what's what. Note: I am not obsessive compulsive, I am just: 1. weird, 2. like stuff organized because it makes life much easier, and 3. like colorful stuff :D
Note that this specific code only applies to dreams from 3/13/07 and beyond (though past codings are basically the same) because I am way to lazy to read through all my dreams and fix all the size problems and coloring, which are already screwed up from when the forum switched to IPB.
I am now in a hotel. It is pretty fancy, sort of like Donald Trumps dining room in design, but without the massive chandeleer and a no really fancy stuff that if broken would cost massive amounts of money to replace. There is also a basketball hoop on the wall. My dad and I are shooting around, taking righty reverse layups, which are almost all going in(which is odd considering I'm lefty and can't take a reverse layup for my life) This goes on for a while until I wake up.
[SIZE=2]I am watching TV, and there is something about Hawaii on (I don\'t remember what), and the newscaster guy (I don\'t remember which one but I think he\'s on NBC or ABC) is talking about something while pictures of the beach play in the background.
(maybe something happened in between, but I can\'t think what, I don\'t remember this part.)</span>[/color]
[size=14]Now I am in a large speedboat in the waters off hawaii , and I am with either family or friends, (again I don\'t know which) and we hear some boats coming up. I hope that the people in them are hot girls coming to visit our boat, but until the people boarded us i never bothered looking who it is. It turns out that it was pirates on two of those rubber speedboat dinghy things, all of which are from some 70\'s/80\'s shows I\'ve seen on TV land, and are carrying pistols.
<span style="color:blue">This is the last part of the dream that I remember, as this is the point where I happened to have to wake up in the morning, and I also somehow remember this exact sequence happening 2 other times that night.
[SIZE=2] Night Of 3/26/06 </span>
[size=12]Yay, I actually remember a dream, and remember having at least 3 dreams which I don\'t remember.
[size=14]I am in my Tae-Kwon-Do school, and for some reason only me and this other kid, who\'s a black belt (I\'m a red belt) are there. (normally classes are 12-20 people). We are practicing techniques, I think take downs and throws becasue we are using the red mat which is thick and padded. After a while we just talk and barely actualy do what we\'re supposed to so the instructor comes and yells at us to do our patterns (the instructor is really nice, and is great at teaching, he just doesn\'t like when poeple don\'t do what they\'re supposed to be doing) Later on in the class, 2 more people come, they are 30 minutes late (which is weird, no one comes more than ten minutes late in general.) We now put the mat aside, and I think the newcomers practice boardbreaking, while we work on patterns.
Here my memory of the dream ends. Interestingly, this isn\'t the dream I had right before I woke up, it\'s from the middle of the night. The one before I woke up is forgotten.
I know I could do much bettter at Dream Recall if I was able to wake myself up after dreams, considering I know I had more dreams (as in remember haveing them, but not what they are) every night, so does anyone have any ideas on waking up after dreams without an alarm clock?, whcih I flatly refuse to use since mine is about 10 feet away from my bed, and is not programmable to go off every 90 minutes or wahtever.
[size=18]Night Of 3/28/06
[size=12]Yay! Woohoo! :banana: Two dreams in one night, though one was really no fun. New record. When I woke up I remembered nothing, but later on a couple random thoughts triggered my remembrance of the two dreams I remember. Here Goes.
[size=18]dream1
[size=14]I am in some parking lot where I know there are supposed to be busses driving me home from some camp(I don't know waht.), but instead there is only one bus and a white van which has no windshield, which sucks cuz it's raining. This parking lot is really a big dirt area (not existant in real life, no pavement. The exit road has woods on each side. I know I have to drive the van home becasue for some reason the people running the place hate me and my friend who is also there, but I'm too young to drive, adn don't want to get arrested so I drive the van to the exit area, and let my friend drive, so if we get stopped he gets busted, not me( I am not this mean in real life). He gets in the driver's seat, but says he can't drive, so his mom and siblings, which are also there for some reason get in and his mom gets in the drivers seat, but for some reason can't drive (she is a perfectly good driver in real life). I say I will drive, but she says its okay and drives out of the place (i would like to mention we do have a windshield now somehow). She can drive, but she isn't driving in a straight line, rather she is swerving across the road, which is kind of freaky considering the road is just barely wide enough for 2 lanes, and has trees on both sides, and it is pouring and, I forgot to mention this but it's pretty dark.
[size=12]this is where this dream ends, later on I have another completely irrelevant dream.
[size=18]dream2
[size=14]I am in my backyard. I am pretty sure this is the second time in this dream I am here, but I am not sure. It is not my real backyard, but for some reason I live in a smallish blue ranch house, with two largish windows. The backyard is pretty small and there are trees after it. I don't know what the front of the house or inside is like as I never wnet there. The house is in pretty good condition, but above, somehow just in reach are these awning like things (I think they might have been weird balcony remains(I remember something about balconies, but don't know what)), three of them, that are wood, one of which is yellow one is pink, and the last is light blue that is a bit lighter than my house color. They are in poor repair, and I keep climbing on them, and pulling on them, and jumping on them and stuff like that. My backyard also had A LOT of leaves in it, yet the trees still had leaves (weird), and when I fell from the awning thing once nothing happened. I think I am trying to take them down, but I don't know.
[size=12]Here I am not sure what happens, but after the blank, unremembered part...
[size=14]I am in my hebrew school classroom. (I have to go to hebrew school every wednesday and sunday :cry:. Not fun. This is the wednesday class.) For some reason both groups(there are two classes and we switch off in the middle of the hebrew school time) are in the room, and the teacher is asking for some homework assignment thing that I am 3 weeks late in passing in along with half the class. (no one cares, we only do it cuz we have to)I don't have it, saying the thing about the backyard part, which for some reason I don't know was a major issue. The teacher understands adn she gives me an extention. (I may mention the 3 week late homework is real, but I did pass it in today, thanks to this dream reminding me of it).
[size=12]Here my memory of the dream ends. I may have gone back to my house after, but I don't know. What I do know is that this dream was somewhere in the middle of the night, not as I woke up. Same with my other dream.
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[size=18][color=blue]Night of 3/30/06
[size=12]Again 2 dreams, and only 2 days apart. This dream journal is helping a lot, anyone who tries to LD without a journal is wasting their time in my opinion. I almost got lucid too. Someone in my dream was talking about how I had just had a dream.
[size=18]dream1
[size=14]I am in a car on the way home, about 2 miles away from home at the beginning of when I remember. my friend's dad(who I have never met or seen) is driving me back from somewhere (not sure where). Interestingly I have no idea waht he looks like, just that he drove me. I think he is driving a silver toyota avalon, but Im no car expert, Im not sure. It is about 10 pm and dark, but it is a main road, not between the trees with skinny lanes. He is driving like 70 mph in a 40 mph zone, and I ask him why he's going so fast, I think he says he feels like it. A minute or so later we see a police car, we are now going like 90, and the car turns his lights on even before we pass it. He just swerves on the other lane, and drives past where the police car is, saying that he doesn't really give a damn if he gets a massive fine since he jsut got a new well-paying job, and as a bonus they paid off mortgages on all his houses. He then turns into our neiborhood, and is going about 60 since you can't go too fast here, its a 25 mph zone, and then for some reason he just randomly swerves off the road, and hits a tree. As I hit the tree everything goes ultra slow motion, and I feel the front of the car crumpling as I get whipped forward, stopped be the seatbelt, and slammed backwards, I may he seen my body movement in 3rd person, but I'm not sure about that. Next thing I remember, I am in a darkish room with my friend her dad, and me sitting around some table. I ask them about the car crash, but they say he never actualy crashed and for some reason I don't remember had to make me dream taht so they could do something.
[size=12]This is where I woke, up and is also where I wish I had got lucid. She mentioned how teh crash was a dream, if only I figured out I was still dreaming...sigh
[size=18]dream2
[size=14]I am at one of my friends bar mitzvah parties (he isn't even jewish). it is at his house, and for some reason he is now in like some huge mansion with tons of area around it (his house is already pretty big, but not like this). I'm just hanging around with some of my friends, and talking. It is nighttime, and dark. we go out to this place by a river, that is also part of their land, where there are two sets of abandoned railroad tracks (I think they are abandone cuz I could step on the third rail without dying), and there is also a river. It is somehow now daytime. I am just talking with some friends again, and at one point one of them comes back, (yet I don't remember him wandering down the railroad tracks. ) At one point I see my clothes and pajammas on a rock and go, "oh shit I need to get dressed". Oddly i never took my clothes off and was not naked. After this we go back to the party, it is niighttime again. My non-jewish freind whos having the bar mitzvah party asks me if I like tuxedos or pony tails better. (refering to girls with pony tails or in tuxedos). I say I don't know since it's such a weird question. He says waht are you talking about it's obviously pony tails. Then we walk to the house. On the way we pass some girls who are dancing and are wearing ganster rapper clothes. One (who is really hot and I used to like) taps her chest twice with her fist, and does this peace out thing (kind of weird, I know). My friend says, "see ponytails taps their chest, while tuxedos are nerdy losers" or something along tthose lines. Me and this other kid call him a pervert. We go inside and upstairs to this TV room with a big plazma tv. There are some other people there and we just watch TV.
[size=12]This is where my memory of the dream ends, and I will be the first to admit, It was weird. Both of these dreams occured in the middle of the night, I woke up after them ,and forced them into my memory, and managed to remember them. I need to actually use paper and pen not just jam dreams into my memory, but I don' t have a light up pen, and can't write in the dark. i just need to get around to getting one.
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[size=18]Night of 3/31/06
[size=12]Last night was a great night for me. I remembered 4 dreams(but forgot one because I couldn't write it down), and had one LD.
[size=18]dream1
[size=14]I am in the car with my mom, dad and sister. We are on the highway, and my dad is driving. It is daytime We are on the way to canada, and the car is exactly like it was last week when we did drive up to canada, but the dream and the real drive have nothing else in common, except the daytime part. My dad notices he's missing a turn at a fork, so he turns hard, and crosses over that yellow lined triangle thing they always have. We are not speeding, but some jerk police guy turns on his lights (probably because of how my dad cut across). Being a good driver my dad pulls over, but the police guy is being extra picky, and making us position the car at an exact certain distance from the right lane, so it takes a minute or so. The officer comes up to the car. I don't know what happens now, but the next thing I remember is about a minute later, I am looking for something, and I haven't realized I am the only one in the car. I look out and see the rest of my family lined up, and there is a humvee, and soldiers are there. I get worried that they think I'm a terrorist looking for a bomb, so I walk out of the car with my hands up and apologize, saying I didn't know I was supposed to get out. The police officer tells me it's okay, but then tells us that we better hurry up getting to canada, as him and the soldiers are going there too, and if they see us they will use us for target practice for some reason. They leave, and I say maybe we should just go home, my mom has the same opinion.
[size=12] at this point my memory of the dream ends
[size=18]dream2
[size=12]This is my LD. It is a recurring dream that I have every once in a while. I don't remember the last time I had it, but I know I have had it 3+ times. The fact that it was recurring caused me to realize I was dreaming.
[size=14]I am in some facility. It is either on the way to Canada or in Canada. I think it is night outside, but I don't know because I am indoors and all the light is artificial. I am walking down the hallway. I think it is either metal or concrete walled, and the floor is metal (I think). I turn into this room knowing I have to go there since I have been here before (I don't yet know it was in another dream, I just recognize the place). I think the place is use for logging as it is a big room, with cutter disk things, but I don't know since there is no people or wood. I realize this is that I have never been in this room, so I backtrack, and go into another room, where there are rope ladders onto these cube things, and to get to where I'm going (which I know is like the room I just visited, but with workers in hard hats in it). I start climbing the ladder, and since I am holding something, (I am not sure but I think its a hat) I have to shift it to one hand, as I did last time I was there. I am scrambling up the ladder, and then I realize, "I did this in another dream I must be dreaming"
[size=12]The problem is that at this point in the dream it was about 6:30am, and since I get up at 6:15 on weekdays to get to shcool, I natuarally wake up at 6:30 on weekends, and then fall asleep again. So my body started waking up.
[size=14]I realized I was waking up, but didn't want to lose lucidity, so I concentrated really hard, and managed to save myself from waking up. The problem is that this manuever caused my dream to get much less vivid, and it got almost black and white, and fuzzy. I decided that maybe I should try spinning, in the hope that my body would stop trying to wake up(my concentration only stopped the process temporarily) and started spinning, thinkning about springfield, MA for some reason I don't know
[size=12]At this point I woke up thinking about springfield.
[size=18]dream3
[size=14]I am not sure where I am, but I am sitting with my best friend, and a girl I know from school. My friend is talking about how he's going to ask out some girl, I don't know who. I say I would ask someone out, but I am too scared. The girl offers to help me boost my confidence so I won't be too scared, and I say okay. I go with herwhere there are some other kids. She tells me something, and I do it, but I don't know what.
[size=12] At this point my memory of this dream ends.
[SIZE=2]Night of 4/1/06</span>
I don\'t really recall much detail, as I just had a bunch of dreams where I was arguing with my mom (which I don\'t do much) over something or other. I couple times she hit mit with a towel (which she would NEVER do in real life) cuz I said something mean (don\'t know what.) I think some of the arguments was over my shitty Bar Mitzvah Celebration I had where I had all these relatives I had never met, and the only people my age were 2 cousins, none of my friends, since I did it in Israel where all my family lives ( :loveyou: Israel). There was NOTHING fun to do, and let\'s just say I was bored enough to have gotten myself drunk if it wasn\'t for 2 coffee cups, and my cousin\'s wife\'s family, who cheered me up. I actually left in the middle, to take a break and take my anger out on inamimate objects. (nothing breakable). This is what happened in real life not a dream, and I am only telling it because it explains why I was arguing about it.
[size=18]Nights of 4/2/06 and 4/3/06
[size=12]Nothing much to report. My dreams have been quite boring over the last few days (since the night of 4/1/06). These two nights I think in school for a couple, and in one talking with some kid who's sort of my friend, and this other kid who isn't really my friend, and the kid who's sort of my friend is being sad and depressed saying he has no friends and no one likes him, and me and the other kid try to comfort him. All my dreams were quite dull
As I said, responses are welcome (It gets lonely here all alone :cry: ), so does anyone know why my dreams are so damn boring, and have any ideas on making them interesting.
p.s. I have been kind of bored in real life because of too much schoolwork to do :yawn: And haven't slept as much because of the work (which is finallly done and over with 8) ).
[size=18]Night of 4/10/06
[size=12]Hi again. First dream since 3/31/06 acually worth remembering :mrgreen: . I actually have two remembered, one decently long dream and one snippet. Thanks to everyone who helped me through this terrible time :cough: :cough: If you're having crappy boring dreams then check out this thread it has some great ideas for making your dream life more interesting.
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[size=14]I am in some town place in northern italy with my family, my friend, and his family. We are sitting eating (i think) under this tent canopy thing (the kind they have outside restaurants in the city so you can comfortably eat outside). My dad says he's going to the supermarket to get something, and I decide to go along with him. We walk out from under the tent canopy thing, and walk straight, down some wood steps for about a hundred meters. The supermarket is in front now, and right in front of it there is a pool area, with a bunch of people there, which is odd considering it is about 50 degrees out. There are some hot girls in bikinis so I stare at them as we cross the pool area to the supermarket. We enter the supermarket and go to the frozen food area to buy frozen blueberries and rasperries for making fruit smoothies (I don't know why), and then my dad wants to get some more stuff, and I go outside and walk around. Now for some reason the temperature is about 20 degrees higher, and it is very comfortable out. For some reason some other tourists with video cameras start filming me while I walk by them. Then I go onto this bench thing and roll up on it waiting for my dad to come out. Once he comes out (he has no food with him for some reason) we start walking back and choose to go to some store. It is a little farther than the tent and at an angle, and requires crossing near a cemetary. As we walk for some random reason my pants randomly come slightly down with my boxers, somewhat exposing my butt, but I pull them up and I don't think anyone sees. I think, "it's a good thing this didn't happen later as it would probably offend the dead bodys in the cemetary.
[size=12]Here my dad woke me up as I had to get ready for school
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[size=12]This is a short snippet dream that I randomly remembered while thinking about the Wikipedia during the day for some reason. Here's all I remember
[size=14]I post some random article, I think something about me or Bush combined with potatoes(not sure which, which is kind of weird considering I'm not especially similar to bush at all). I then think this short article is rather stupid and try to figure out how to delete it. I don't know if I succeed
Heh, the first dream from the last post is quite amusing. When I read that your pants fell down, I thought something was going to happen with those girls you saw earlier in the dream! How long ago did you start attempting to become lucid? I'm just curious.
Keep dreaming, pal--
Matt
I started on March 11 (the day I joined this forum). By the way my pants fell down only at the back for about a second, and I was at least 100 meters away from the pool area! Anyways, it's nice that someone posted here. It gets really lonely all alone here in cyberspace.
[Removed: Unnecessary explatives. I should wash my mouth with soap for that :D Self-punishment for what isn't punished by others is important]. Sorry about the language, but I was nearly done with an entry which I had spent a pretty long time writing (at least a total of 25mins), and I had a lot written, and then I accidently hit a bunch of keys simultaneously (I don't even know which ones) and closed the window, canceling all my work. #@$##@$#%!!$%$. :mad: :mad: :mad: :mad: :mad: :mad: :mad: :mad:
You get the drift of how I feel.
[size=12]Sorry about the rather long time between posts. I haven't felt well, and due to the length of one dream I was too lazy to write it down (now my motivation is even less (see top), but I'm doing it anyways). I basically have been holding a few dreams in my head since the 12th (probably why I only recalled one dream since then). I really should have just posted it, but I'm a procrastinator, and found excuses not to. I guess I got what I deserved as punishment when I somehow managed to hit just the right key combination accidently about two or three minutes between finishing my entry. %$#&
[size=18]Night of 4/11/06
[size=12]I had a pretty good night. I recalled two dreams, and both were pretty long. They were also interesting in that they contained segments with gaps, and whiel the segments were short enough to fit into one night of dreaming easily, with the gaps, in one dream it was like months in the dream world, just with many totaly unrecalled segments in between remembered ones. The other took place over a couple hours.
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[size=14]I am in the study class classroom (a class where you learn to study) at school, and the teacher is telling us something. Then the tech teacher walks in and talks to us. I think i talk to him, but I don't know. The class ends and I go to my locker, but for some reason all the lockers have been replaced with these really wierd ones, and while the password is the same the lock is different. In this lock there is an outer circle of numbers, a middle circle, and an inner circle. These circles are colored different colors, and to open it, you have to turn them each to the right numbers. The problem is that for some reason, the numbers are scrambled, and I can't find the numbers as there are more than usual, and they aren't in order.
The next thing i remember is that I am in the lobby, slightly after the bell has rung. As always, there are some kids there hanging around. For some reason I go to homeroom, and there are a couple kids there, so I guess the teacher was having extra help. I ask her why the lockers are different, and she gives me some reason. I don't remember what it was, but i think it was either vandalism of the other "good" lockers (which are not what you call good), that too many people were breaking in to peoples lockers, or something else (don't know waht).
I am now walking down the hall with my friend, and as we get near the end there are some people working on these big bulky blue locker things the width of a car, and the height of a person. I think they are trying to open them. My friend says something about we're lucky not to have something like that. at the end of the hallway, instead of the school lobby, we end up in the place between the blue and green wings in the boston Science Museum (you know what I'm talking about if you've been there)
[size=12]The dream ends here. It is a few hours long, but it was early in the night, so I wasn't asleep and didn't have enough REM time for this, which is why I think there are the blanks. I think my brain somehow created a longer than I am asleep dream where instead of remembering multiple hours, my brain put in blanks so it could take place over a longer time in the "dream world".
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[size=14]I am in some place in either siberia or russia. It is mountainous, nad snowy, and I am going somewhere. I think it is by foot, but I may have been in a sleigh or some other vehicle. I think I am with one other person. As we travel, we see a bunch of old ladies going somewhere else. They are in some vehicle, possibly a sleigh, but I don't know.
I am now in this airport-like place. It is somewhat dimly lit. I go into this room where there are a bunch of people (I think). The entrance to where I am going is in the back.
Now I am in this soccer-field like place, just without markings/goals. I think it is underground, but I don't know because in dreams light is just there, so I have no clue if the lighting is sun or artificial. I think this was my destination. I am on some bleachers, which are behind where the goal would be if this was an actual soccer stadium, and not a well trimmed field in that shape, and at the bottom is this shortish, white-haired, old wise man who is in charge of our colony of people or whatever and he is giving some kind of speech (I don't remember what it is about). My friend and his friend are behind me. At some point my friend's friend grabs me and pulls me down, pinning me to the bleacher he is on, I think by the head (sitting on it?). My friend is laughing as they are doing this to try to piss me off. I think they fail, and either he lets go, or I struggle free. I don't know which. After the leader guy finishers speaking we get off the speakers. At the bottom are plastic tables and chairs like you see in a pool (the kind with the umbrella sticking up from the middle). There is food on the table (I guess it's dinner time). Some guy tells me that I did a very poor job painting some houses (something to do with color/number of coats/paint type, but I don't know which of those it was). Then everyone starts running a lap. As I just got here I am utterly confused (which brings up the question when did I paint the houses here if I just got to this place?), so I ask the guy who told me about my painting errors what is going on. He tells me that everyone runs a lap before eating each meal (there is a reason I don't remember). I start running in a straight line to make up my lost distance, and nearly run into the other people who are already mid lap. I then feel bad about cheating, so I run all the way to the end of the field, nearly slam into the wall, and complete my lap from there.
I am now back in Siberia/Russia watching this family with parents and a little girl (about 5 years old). I am with one other person, and I am not sure if we are physically there monitoring the area, or if it is by some remote viewing. We see the old ladies again riding on a sleigh pulled by horses, (it is a different place than when I saw them the first time), and the person with me says something about how it's been 4 months and they are still able to use the sleigh (I guess where they are going they will have to travel by foot at some point).
I am now back in the underground place. If you look from the bleachers I am in the left corner on the other side of the place. The leader guy is talking to me about the paint on the houses, I think about how I have to do another coat of paint or redo it. Here there is a path from this main area to where there are houses, and other stuff.
I am now in this room about 25 meters by 10 meters in size. All I remeber is that it is covered with a brown tiled floor, and I think it is a playroom and there were kids there, but I don't remember.
I am now back in the airport-like place (I think it leads to a bunch of places, like the soccer-field like place, but it definitely isn't actually an airport, it is just reminiscent of one). I am with the little girl I saw earlier. Her parents aren't with her. I don't think they are dead or something else bad happened, as she isn't sad, but I have no clue where they are. I am about to lead her to the terminal entrance place, but she goes the other way, which turns out to be the correct terminal, and because I have no sense of direction, I just went the wrong way. I am rather relieved she figured out the right way. In the terminal room place, there are a lot of people wearing furs, and other arctic appropriate clothing, and because of the number of people I am worried we can't get in. We get in.
[size=12]Finally, over. I think there may have been another segment but if there was I don't remember it. I think the explanation for the last dreams length also explains this ones
[size=12]Time to get the last "stored dream" off my head. This is from the night of the 16th. I also have an false awakening LD i failed to capitalize on.
[size=18]Night of 4/16/06
[size=12]Last dream I've been holding in. I meant to post it yesterday, but i didn't have time. I actually just finished the last dream this morning. From now on I'm posting on the day I have the dream!
[size=14]I am in gym class at school. We are doing a track unit, so it's relay practice. We are lined up in two lines on opposite sides of the gym, facing eachother. (Meaning that the whole idea of doing a relay correctly goes to hell). I think there people from multiple wings, as there are more people than usual. I am second in line. The teacher blows the whistle, and everyone runs to the other side, but they are confused about what to do, and just run to the folded up bleacher things on the other side. The teachers are waving wildly trying to get them to pass it or go back, but I don't know whihc. I for some reason to the bleacher things behind me, where there are some people from my class last year (who I'm not really friends with, but am not unfriendly with either).
[size=12]I know something happened after this, but I have forgotten what, and while I have a very vague idea, it is not solid enough to put into words.
[size=18]Night of 4/18/06
[size=12]Not much to say. I had an FA, (I don't know what happened before it in the dream), and got lucid, but for some reason woke myself up. Here's what happened
[size=14]I wake up and am in bed. I don't do a reality check or anything, but I just somehow realize I am dreaming. The thing is, I then think, "wait, I can't be having a lucid dream, I am awake." At this point I wake myself up and fall back asleep soon after.
[size=12]Yeah, I wish I hadn't thought that dumb though, and realized it was an FA, but oh well. Another thing I wish I did was try WILDing afterwards, as this occured at 4 in the morning, after close to 6 hours of sleep.
[size=18]Night of 4/19/06
[size=12]This dream is kind of vague, but I am reasonably sure I had an FA.
[size=14]I am saying goodbye to my friend and his family, like last night, after getting home, but instead of at his house, and my family leaving, I am in bed. I think this is a false awakening, as I am pretty sure I woke up to them at my bedside.
[size=12]This occurred somewhere between 7 and 9 AM, so when I woke up, I assumed it wasn't even a dream, and that I was awake the whole time, until I realized there were other people around. FA's are pretty cool, I hope I can get lucid if I have another.
P.S. Any tips for realizing the difference between real and false awakenings?
I've had a few FAs that I can remember. I would say to do a RC at every time you awaken. That is what I need to do. Sometimes, the alarm clock is really only in your dream.
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[size=18][color=blue]Night of 3/19/06
[size=12]This dream is kind of vague, but I am reasonably sure I had an FA.
[size=14]I am saying goodbye to my friend and his family, like last night, after getting home, but instead of at his house, and my family leaving, I am in bed. I think this is a false awakening, as I am pretty sure I woke up to them at my bedside.
[size=12]This occurred somewhere between 7 and 9 AM, so when I woke up, I assumed it wasn't even a dream, and that I was awake the whole time, until I realized there were other people around. FA's are pretty cool, I hope I can get lucid if I have another.
P.S. Any tips for realizing the difference between real and false awakenings?
[size=18]Night Of 4/25/06
[size=12]Wondering why I waited a day to post? No, this time I wasn't being lazy, it's just that i didn't get a chance yesterday. Anyways, I think my recall is starting to come back now that I am concentrated on remembering dreams.
Okay, so I had two dreams. Both were kind of scary and one was rather depressing (though the ending helped a bit). Just dreams though, so it doesn't matter. Sadly no lucids, but I don't expect to get lucid yet, so no sadness there.
[size=18]dream1
[size=14]I am in the hallway of some apartment complex or something. The door next to me is open, and in it is an apartment, my sister's (not her real one, though). It is green carpeted (as is the hallway), white-walled, and the wall oposite me has some windows. It is daytime. The apartment is just one room, but is the size of a regular apartment. My sister is there. I do not remember this part with any vividness, but what I do know is that my sister gets brutally murdered right in front of my eyes by some guy. I have no idea waht the scene or guy looked like, but I know it was really bloody and sad.
Next thing I remember is I am on the way home from her apartment (I think, though by the way I felt, I had been in the car for much longer than the drive home should be, so I don't know). I am really sad, and no one is talking. I think my mom or dad (whichever isn't driving, I'm not sure which), give me a box of tissues.
The next thing I remember I am in my house, just past the entrence. I feel sad still, and randomly break into tears, and lie down on the floor crying. Then someone (a friend?) tells me that the murder was faked. I wonder, "was it my sister's plot or someone else's". I also have this odd feeling that I am a character in a suspensey thriller like Dan Brown's books, and that this book has ended, and a sequel is coming out soon. (This is hard to describe, because I don't it is less a thought than a feeling. Knowing you are a book character is not something we generally experience).
[size=12]At this point the dream ended, and I am pretty sure I woke up, realized it was just a dream, and thought thank god(s) (or lack thereof) that it was and my sister isn't really dead.
[size=18]dream2
[size=14]I am at the edge of a forest at some facility. There are two armed guards at the entrance. They are really bulky/muscular, and carry machine guns. I think they have military uniforms. I don't know what the place is, or who owns it (I probably knew in the dream but don't remember), but I know it is my enemy, and I need to get in to do something. it is a big white building. I somehow persuade the guards to let me in, and go upstairs to some room. I think it is white painted, and with a wood or metal floor. In the middle there are these door things (the kind some people have going into the basement, which flip up open, and are always really rusty). They are locked, but using some trick (I don't know what), I open them and go down into some hallway.
Next thing I remember, i come out of these door things back into the room carrying some square tile things. I can't figure out where the other ones I put are (I guess I already made some trips wherever which I don't remember) I then remember where I put them (though I don't know what it is now). I head off there (I think to some other room, but I don't know).
Next thing I remember I am reopening the doors (I guess I closed them each time), but for some reason I life up one side and it comes clean off. It is now wooden too, and there is that pink insulation foam stuff underneath, except tightpacked so it's hard, and rectangular the size of the door. I try repositioning it, so that it will look like I was never there (I don't know why, but this is important), but I just cant get it. Suddenly I hear someone calling downstairs, as if they have just come home. I know this is the evil person I have to worry about. I freak out and don't know what to do, where to run. I am sweating, panting, and scared now. I feel the same feeling of being in a book now too. Everything goes black and...
[size=12]I wake up sweating and somewhat scared. I realize it was just a dream though, so I am fine. I fall back asleep a few minutes later.
I didn't like these dreams especially, you can guess why. They weren't nightmares, but they were both were depressing/scary. The interesting thing though is the fact that I felt like I was in a book. It really is an odd sensation. Now to work on RC's (over the last couple days I am doing them whenver I remember), and continue concentrating on maintaining recall. I don't have to immediately write dreams in the morning to remember them, but I do need to be in the right mindset or I have no recall, at any time.
[size=18]Night of 4/27/06
[size=14]I am in a house. It is pretty big, and open. I am in the living room which is near the entrance. There are a couple green leather couches. my dad (who isn't my really dad but a "rounded" guy with a short beard), leaves, and my and my brother/twin (either way they don't exist in real life, I don't have a brother/twin) have to do something. We do whatever it is, but can't finish. I just know we do whatever it is upstairs. Upstairs is a hallway with a green (I think) carpet. We are near the stairway, and the stairway has a round wooden banister (completely irrelevant). We are discussing if we should tell about the thing we forgot, of just leave it out when our dad gets home. He comes home, and I think we omit it, but I don't know.
[size=12]Well...That's it for that dream. All I remember. Better than nothing though. But I do wish I could remember all those random details (if you read my dreams there are many i'm not sures).
[size=18]Night of 4/28/06
[size=12]Yay, two dreams last night. One rather long, one rather short. No lucids, but who cares, at least I remembered something.
[size=18]dream1
[size=14]I am at some women's college basketball game. It is between georgia and virginia, and I think it's the playoff. I am rooting for georgia for some reason (though I couldn't care less about either team in real life), and I am with my friend and his parents. We are in the back row, but we are centered. It isn't that bad anyways because there are just two segments of about 15 rows going about, so we aren't that far back. We just watch the game, and at some point me and my dad go down to the concession stand. To get theere we go down the stairs to the balcony bar things so you don't fall, turn a corner, and go through a pair of large double-doors. The concession stand area is just a concrete floored room with a stand selling snack foods and soda run by a couple volunteer ladies. The doors to each section are on either side of it, our's is to the left. We buy a candy bar and go back to our seats.
It is now halftime and I am at the checkout of an empty wal-mart with my dad. I guess we walked there from the basketball stadium. We are next to one of those candy bar/magazine racks, and we take a candy bar (what's with the candy bars?) that is slightly opened, so it looks like we bought it somewhere else. I don't know what kind it is, but it is yellow wrapped, so I guess it was a butterfingers.
I am now back in the stadium at the concession stand area. I am making sure that they don't notice the candy bar (which is now half-eaten), so they don't think I stole from the concession stand and charge us a ridiculous sports-game price (you know what I am talking about). we then go back to our seats, and soon after the game resumes.
At some point I decide I want to sneak down to the good seats, so I go to the concession stand area, but since there is a guard at the door to the good section I decide to try to find a different way. I go through a different door, but it just goes to a dark room with some mops and stuff that looks like an oversized janitors closet except it has a pair of those brisly things that they have in carwashes. I can't find antoher door from here, so I go back and try a different door. This one won't budge, but I know it is the right one, so I push at it until it opens. When it does, it flies open, and somehow some tarp (I don't know where from) flies onto the court, which is now somehow recessed into the ground about 3 feet (the whole court plus some out of bounds area), making one of the virginia players miss a shot. She gets pissed off and starts yelling at me. Then the coach starts yelling at me, also talking about how it's unfair that I am going to a seat I didn't pay for. He threatens to call security, and have me arrested or something but he never does. I then walk around the court to the place where the seats are, but then I accidentally send a ball rolling into the court, so I decide to get out of there and go back to my seat.
When I get back the seats are replaced by steep stair-like things going around, but the people below us aren't there. As I am going to my seat, which is a whole sectionish thing, my 6'4'' cousin comes in and starts talking really fast with me, and then he answers his cellphone and starts talking on it. I then go to my "seat", and sit at the top part but since I keep getting dizzy and nearly collapsing for no reason, I move down a row so I can sort of lie down.
I am now in the parking lot area, and am going with my friend and my parents to the car, we get in and drive off, and at some point I talk to my mom about how the virginia player and coach were jerks and they overreacted since It was one shot that made no difference becasue it wouldn't have made them win anyways. (Georgia won).
[size=12]This is where the dream ends, I think i woke up but I'm not sure. I actually completely forgot this dream when i woke up, but then after a few minutes just randomly remembered it.
[size=18]dream2
[size=14]I am in the kitchen and i am washing or playing with something in the sink. i just know the sink is plugged, and it is sudsy. my parents are near me, and we are talking about college shcolarships or something. At some point my dad says it would be great if I got a scholarship at 3 times his salary on the last week of college (just so you know I don't even start college for a few years). I say that would be weird but good becasue I could use it to pay off my debts, which will be pretty huge after college if I get into a good college (my goal is MIT).
[size=12]Here my memory of this dream ends.
[SIZE=2]Night of 5/3/06
[size=12]Again, it\'s all about the mindset. I went to bed yesterday with a "I will remember my dreams" mindset, and what do you know I remembered 2 dreams after remembering nothing since the night of 4/28/06. Note that for I will leave out part from my first dream and putting it in a private entry. There is no nudity, but I have a pretty low embarrassment factor, so I\'m leaving it out.
[size=18]dream1</span>
[size=14] I am in my social studies class, but we are in a different room and I am sitting near the back row, on the left side. In front of me is this kid who can sometimes be really annoying. I\'m not sure but I think he pokes me or something, so I poke back, and then he hits a bit harder. I get mad and yell at him that if he does it again I will hit him twice as hard and kill him. The teacher, who is talking to the class, looks up annoyedly, tells us to stop, and continues lecturing. The kid in front of me then scoots back and drops his desk-chair leg (we are sitting in those chairs that also work as a desk) on my foot. I kick him in the back at this point, and then I scoot back before he can retailiate. He then scoots back right behind me. I think I intentionally tell him to stop being a jerk or something like that in a really loud voice because I am getting really anoyed. This gets the teacher\'s attention, and she now separates us. I don\'t know where she puts him, but I am in the 3rd row in the middle now.
[size=12]Here is the part that I am leaving out. After that I woke up, and fell asleep soon after. (After I carefully went over the details of the dream so that I would remember it.)
[size=18]dream2
[size=14]I am in the basement playing on the computer. I decide to practice the guitar now, and I get my guitar and am about to start playing, when I realize I have a wet spot where I put the guitar, and I don\'t want to damage it so I put the guitar away and go upstairs. I then realize I need to buy something (don\'t know what), and I need to drive to the place, and it is deeper into town, not at the CVS near my house. I go into the car through the passenger seat (I guess to avoid suspicioun of people), put the keys in, turn it on, and switch to the drivers seat. I hope with all my heart I don\'t get arrested for this, and no one finds out. I pull out of the parking lot, exit the neighborhood I live in, and drive down the road. When i get to the intersection where CVS is I carefully take a right, and make sure to drive safely so nobody notices me.
I don\'t know how I get here, but I am now in some hilly area with a safety rail at the side of the road to protect you from flying off down a steep dirt incline and killing yourself, I think it is in New Hampshire somewhere. I am disembodied, and I just see as if I am a camera or something. I see this daredevil dude on a motorcycle talk to some old dude (his manager?), and then rev it up and start going really fast. I follow him slighly zoomed as if I am a camera looking at him from the side. He goes off a hill really fast, and then just goes over the incline down and through the air. His motorcycle then catches on something while landing, and he is flying on through the air, feet forward. He lands on his butt, bounces, goes a bit more and stops. He somehow isn\'t hurt, but I now notice he had shoes on his hands, and realize he has some weird disability where his hands are replaced by another, smaller pair of feet, and he still does his daredevil thing. Amazing.
I am now back home on the middle floor with some girls from my school. We are really depressed for some reason, I don\'t know why though. My mom comes home, and we for some reason ask her to go to the CD store (with Itunes, whats the point?), and buy some CD\'s. My mom demands that we come, but we are too depressed and don\'t want to. We tell her to just get some CD\'s, maybe gothic punk rock (wtf), and we\'ll pay for it. I don\'t know if she goes or not, I don\'t remember.
<span style="color:blue">Here I wake up. I know this was all one dream. Don\'t ask me how, but it was, okay.
[size=18]Night of 5/4/06
[size=12]Again two dreams. One was REALLY long, and when I woke up I forgot the first half, and some of the second, as it was like a long time straight, no big blanks in the middle. The other one I remember a decent amount, but it's "not fit for young audiences", so i'm putting it as a private entry.
[size=18]dream1
[size=12]Up to the point where I am starting I don't really remember anything. I know I am about 5-8 years old in this dream, and for some reason my father is James Bond or the captain guy in the Sound of Music (I don't know which). To get where I am I just went in a black convertible nice car, and it is night.
[size=14]I am entering this big mansion house, kind of like the one in the sound of music. My dad (not my real one as I mentioned) is telling me to be silent, and go in quietly, so we don't get noticed. I guess we are in danger. We go upstairs to the balcony, adn look down on the driveway. The car is there, lit up by a weak lightbulb. We see that it is safe and everything is okay. I go take a shower and now I need to put on my pajamas. I am currently wearing regular clothes. I go to this big, barely lit room now, where my mom is there, and my clothes are on the floor. I am now my regular age. I ask my mom to turn away, and change. I then go downstairs, and I am my little kid non-me version of me again, I think in regular clothes. I go to the kitchen, and I think my mom is making dinner. My dad says we have to go somewhere, so we leave.
Next thing I remember it is daytime, and i am in some city marketplace thing with my mom (I am still my little kid version). There are all kinds of shops and stuff. I don't know about my mom, but I walk a while, and I go into this jewelry shop. Some kid from my grade works there (which is weird, since we're too young to get jobs). I am looking at all the necklaces and rings in the glass cases when this guy walks in. He is a black hoboish guy with dreadlocks, and I think he is some insane vodoo witch doctor. He is dressed in black leather clothes, and is about average height/weight. He looks pretty freaky. He suddenly pulls out daggers, and methodically kills almost everyone in the store with perfectly aimed knife throws. I think he is one of the people we were endangered by, and now he hunted me down and is here to kill me. I run behind the glass case thing, and he can't get me, I think I go back and forth as he tries to hunt me down, and then he whips a knife at the kid from school (who is his regular age here), and kills him with a knife in the forehead. As he prepares to throw again, I run around the corner. He throws a knife, but the glass slows it down, and it doesn't go all the way through the case. I go around the other side, adn make a break for it through the door, following the kid from my class (he is somehow alive again, don't ask how). We run out, and then two girls from my grade also come out and overtake us. He suddenly freaks out, stops caring about me, adn just runs like hell. I can barely keep up with them. He goes one way, adn us others run up this emergency staircase like thing, down the other side, and back to the marketplace center area. We then sit down with this group of black people sitting on some steps to a center area with some kind of statue in the middle. One black guy, who looks like Bill Cosby, has a guitar, and they are singing old songs. The guy with the guitar keeps randomly calling out random song eras, and singing song clips from that era. Some of my friends are there, and they are asking me if I'm gonna sing along or should we leave. (I guess I am my real self again, and the danger is over.)
[size=12]At this point the dream ends. The dream was much longer, but I only remember the last section.
[size=18]dream2
[size=12]I am not going to tell about this dream, but basically I am with friends, at a slleepover. We rent this movie which is supposeedly pg13, but has a bunch of nudity and stuff, and should really be rate NC17
[size=18]Night of 5/8/06
[size=12]How annoying. Either something screwed up when the computer un-hibernated, or my mom shut down the computer, but I had to stop mid-journal (well, more like 3 mins from finishing), and when I turned the computer on, it booted from the beginning, meaning I lost my "beautiful" work. Sorry, just an annoyed rant, now for dreams.
I had a great number recall night, but low on vividness and length. I remember 4 dreams, and think I had five, but forgot one. 4 dreams though, NEW RECALL RECORD (for me, of course). Yay!
[size=18]dream1
[size=14]I am in some guys fattish video-game nerd guys house (though I don't know what the house or guy looked like). We are talking about something, though I don't remember if it was videogames or something else, and at some point it comes up that I have a working NES (Nintendo Entertainment System, it's the first/one of the first system made by nintendo for those who don't know), and he talks about how I have one of the two only working models remaining (not a real fact), and it's worth $$$. I am now back home talking to my mom about how maybe I should sell it, though I love it so, because I could get good money, and I barely use it anyways.
[size=12]Yay, one down, 3 to go. I don't know If I woke up from this dream or it just ended, though, in case you're wondering.
[size=18]dream2
[size=14]I am in some indoor event room place for parties, the kind with a dance floor, and plenty of area around with food etc., and I think I am am some wedding party. Someone gives me this camera phone to borrow (don't ask why). I just scroll through all the pictures for some reason, and then just randomly take pictures of people. Then I go through the pictures again, except now they're all messed up. Some are cropped to someone's shoulder or whatever, some are pretty gross/perverted. I am disgusted and unhappy.
[size=12]I think I woke up from this dream, somewhat revolted. Now only 2 dreams left.
[size=18]dream3
[size=14]I am in shcool, and this kid who used to be my friend, but I really don't like now (like most peopel, he's not an outcast or something, he's just wicked annoying). I think he is trying to annoy me, and I either tell him to go away, shut up, go kill himself, or start swearing at him (don't remember which).
It is nighttime and I am outside some restaurant (the Walking Elephant or Pink Elephant or something). This weird science teacher from school (aren't they all weird (no offence to any science teachers on this forum)), and she is sitting back facing the road in the middle of the sidewalk behind one of those fold-up tables they use at events, on a fold-up chair. There are some kids from my school, I don't remember who, around the table. The science teacher is yelling at us to leave or disperse or clear out, or something like that. Someone complains that they aren't loitering they have only been here five minutes (or something like that). I argue saying that I have only been here a minute, and need to wait to meet up with someone (or somthing like that).
[size=12]I'm pretty sure I didn't wake up from this one, it just ended. Now for the final dream.
[size=18]dream4
[size=14]I am in either my house or some dream friend's house (meaninging they don't exist in real life), with some dream best-friend. Either my mom or his mom are there (depending which house), and we are talking about how we need to go set off on some journey somewhere. I think we pack some supplies and sleeping bags. Now we set out.
It is two weeks later. I don't know how the trek went, but now we are in some treehouse two-weeks walk from home. We set up our sleeping bags, and unpack, and then I am pretty sure we go outside as it is day. I don't know exactly what happens, I don't remember at all, but i know we stay there for a while, having a good time, hunting/looking for food (don't know which), doing wilderness living stuff. At some point a few weeks later we have to leave, so we re-pack, but for some reason there is something wrong (I just don't know what). We go and head out.
Next thing I remember we are in some desert walking along. It is like 2 weeks later and we are about half-way home. We are wearing our backpacks, and slinging our sleeping bags over our shoulders.
Next thing I remember is about a week after that. It is now a mildly wooded area (which upon memory I could swear is my neighborhood). We are going on, talking about how annoying this delaying problem is (whatever the problem is).
Next thing I remember is one week later. We are home at last. We are in my living room, talking with my mom about how annoying that delaying problem was, and how we're sorry we scared her by taking so long, but we couldn't help it taking so long to return.
[size=12]Here I either wake up or the dream ends (don't know which). My memory is extremely faded (I didn't remember much more detail than this in the first place), so don't ask me how we survived this long trek and stuff. Also, I don't know how the friend looks other than that he has shortish brown/black hair and is medium height.
All in all this was a satisfying and nice night, though I don't remember much detail, as quantity is good too.
[[size=18]Night of 5/9/06
[size=12]I remember two dreams. One I think was either very low level lucidity, or me falling asleep into a dream in the middle of the night unconciously, and feeling it, just not thinking about it.
[size=18]dream1
[size=14]I am in the upper floor hallway of my house. It is mostly regular except that it is pretty dark and dreary, and the rooms are slightly bigger than usual. I go into my room. It is slightly enlarged, like I mentioned, but otherwise is pretty normal. There is a kid from my martial arts school, who is a year younger than me there, and an older teenager guy, I think he's from my bus. The kid from martial arts is asking waht the heck a croissant is. The older teenager guy says he has no clue. I for some reason am not completely sure, and say it's some kind of fatty french bread thing that is full of air, and is rolled up like a crescent. Since I didn't comepletely understand, he has me come down to my parents room, which is also slightly enlarged. He shows me his sandwich, which is the reason he is asking. It is a long (roast beef?) sub, like 2 feet long, and in the middle, on top is one of those things, pig in a blanket or whatever (crescent roll with a hot dog and cheese rolled up inside). In the other corner of the room is this guy, and where the bed is he has this naked baby on a changing table thing (I think that is what it is). I don't know waht he is doing, but I think it's changing the diaper. I think the guy is a tatoo artist because the baby is covered in tatoos on his side and back, (at least, that is all I see, as that is what's facing me), which is really weird. I think the kid from martail arts wants to know if those croissant things are good, and I tell him yeah, and then we get out of that room before we are too weirded out.
[size=12]At this point I think I woke up, as I remember thinking about this dream in the night, so I won't forget it.
[size=18]dream2
[size=14] I am just lying down in bed, asleep. My eyes are closed, so the world is completely black, nothing to see. Then out of a vortex thing of lights, this purple clothed genie guy comes. He is talking saying a dream will start in 10 seconds. He then counts down from 10 to 1 all the while the lights behind him spiraling in a kind of weird vortex thing. Then he says the dream starts. I think then my friends are talking about what it should be like. Someone mentions X-men, others mention other stuff.
[size=12]I think the dream just ended there, as I didn't try to slide into the dream world (how dumb). What I think happend is that I woke up somewhat in the middle of the night, and somehow as I was falling asleep, in the last stages, I realized it, and noticed it, which explains the HI, and dream images. Or maybe it was a false fall-asleepening (just made that term up), in a dream I don't remember, and it was extra low level lucidity. I'm counting it a lucid either way though, #7 yay.
[size=18]Night of 5/12/06
[size=12]I had either one or two dreams I remember last night (I don't know if it was all one dream or not, but I think it's 2). One was a lucid with a double FA. The other was just a regular dream.
[size=18]dream1
[size=14]It is a weekend I am in my house, and I go outside to the porch, which is for some reason bigger and nicer than usual. I go somewhere, but I don't remmeber what I do.
The next thing I remember is I walk back up my porch from my lawn, which is actauly half-decent, not mostly dead now. The porch is pretty big, and is one of those white pine or whatever ones that are pretty nice. I am wandering around, and I go to the end, where there is now no fence thinking about how I am going to climb down there and go to my door, but at the end part, the section is of a differend wood, and when i walk on it, it is bouncy, like a wooden, wide diving board. A pool has appeared in the middle of my lawn, and it is 12 feet down from the diving board, and the end of the pool is to the left by like a dozen feet. The weather is also different. For some reason it has gone from sunny to overcast, and about to rain. I think one of my friends is there, and we talk about how it would be fun to watch people use that diving board and try to jump into the pool.
i am now in some screening room kind of place with this friend, and we are watching AFV (americas funniest home videos), and the thing they are showing is a bunch of people diving off the diving board in my yard, except the pool is longer, the diving board is about three times as high, and the pool isn't offset to the left. The people jump off, going way farther than physically possible. A couple miss the pool completely, others bounce off the water like skipping rocks, and others make injured idiots for amusement of themselvees in other ways with the diving board. We get a good laugh.
[size=12]At this point my memory of this dream ends. The lucid was my next dream.
[size=18]dream2
[size=14]I am in school, walking down the hallway carrying my backpack (which is weird considering I am headed in my locker's direction). The hallways are full of people as they allways are at the end of a shoolday. I think it is later the day of my last dream, and for some reason everyone from school has to go there to get their stuff which we I guess had to leave the day before for some reason. i am looking around. Some hot girls pass (this is relevant), but for some reason I can't figure which of them is who. A few seconds later, they pass me again in the same direction, but they never walked back by me the other way (how weird). I reach the lobby, where some of the popular hot girls are hanging out (some of the same ones that passed me twice on the way down the hall, going away from the lobby). A couple of them start dancing. A ring of people form around just watching (mostly guys). I am looking at one of them, who is one of the top 3 hottest n my grade (can't decide who's hotter than who), and for some reason, all the clothes on her back are missing. Her front side is covered, but for some reason her whole back side isn't from the mid-back down, I don't know what she is wearing though. I can see her naked butt shaking as she dances, and I am enjoying this very much. She looks almost the same as in real life, except for some reason her skin is darker than usual and really shiny as if she used way too much tanning lotion. Also, there are darker areas, so this is a downside. For some reason I just randomly become lucid about now and realize I am dreaming. I think "time to have some fun" (not at all meant sexually). After about 2 seconds, though, before I think of stabilizing the dream, I "wake up".
I am lying down in bed, and I remember the LD very well. For this reason, I think, "maybe it's an FA", so I grab my nose, doing the nose RC, I can breathe, so I know I am dreaming. Yay! Then instantly as the realization hits me, I "wake up" again.
I am still lying in bed, and think to do the nose RC again. I grab my nose, and can't breath, so I am not dreaming, but then I suddenly can breathe, so I am dreaming. I then notice I have a bad grip on my nose and one nostril is open, so I grip it better, and can't breathe, so I assume I'm not dreaming. But then I can breathe again, so I am just very confused, and can't figure out if this is dream or reality. I then realize that I can breathe because I am unable to properly grip my nose, and I am awake (which is actually wrong). I open my eyes and...
[size=12]I wake up for real, only to fall asleep a couple minutes later after imbuing the LD experience in my mind. I feel so stupid though, because not being able to grip your nose is totally ridiculous, and should have tipped me off that I am dreaming. Oh, well. And if you are wondering, why did I not share my last "innapropriate" dream, but this one yes. It is mainly because this was a lucid, so I decided to just tell all.
[size=18]Night of 5/30/06
[size=12]Finally, another post. I remembered a bunch of dreams since last time I posted, but I needed a breeak, and never posted them, but from now on I'm posting. To put it simply, I'm back. Last night I had 3 dreams I remembered upon waking, but sadly I forgot two of them about 10 minutes after getting up because I concentrated too much on one of them, but then I got lucky and recalled it later (after I originally made this entry.
[size=18]dream1
[size=14]I am in a small room with some person who is a dreamviews member (not a real one, and I don't remmeber his name anyways). He is a teenager, maybe 2 years older than me. In the room there is a desk with a computer and some magazines on it, some shelves with books, and possibly a bed (I can't remember). We are talking, and he is IMing. I look at his magazines, they are somem gaming and sports magazines. Suddenly, on the floor I notice some magazine that has the word "dreams" on the back. My vision must have been improved in the dream, because I couldnt' have read the word in real life. I go on the floor and look at the magazine, but realize it is a gaming magazine, and I can't find the word dream on the back anymore (duh, you're dreaming, sadly I didnt' think of that). Thinking back the magazines colors changed from light blue and red and yellow arty back, to the vietnam war first-person-shooter screenshot kind of magazine back. The person I am with jokes with me, "What did you expect to find, a magazine on Lucid Dreaming?"
Next thing I remember, I am in this big weakly lit boardroom-like room, except the table and chairs aren't as nice, and it is a spanish class in school. This is not my real school as for some reason I have been arranged to take spanish lessons two grades above what I regularly take, and in a different school because regular spanish class is too easy for me. The teacher is lecturing us about something or other adn teaching, adn as I always do out of boardom, I am doodling and not paying attention at all. (I easily get A+'s on every quiz/test because I find spanish easy to learn, as I am bilingual, and good with languages, which I think runs in the blood in my family.) At some point in the lesson the teacher makes mention of how smart I am (how annoying), and at the end of the lesson I leave teh room. I then go into this other room where my friend is sitting. He has a deck of cards. We talk, and he makes mention of how he made some bet with someone that I would do something (don't know what), at $40. I tell him that he has to give me $20 now, as payment for making a bet with me, but that I will split the losses with him if he loses, so basically I try to make a deal where I either make $20, or lose nothing. He says we'll play a game of cards for it, and he has to do this if he loses. I say I don't want to because I don't want to get in trouble for gambling in school (my friends got in deep shit for it earlier this year), but then the janitor comes over and tells us which game he thinks we should play, so I decide it's okay.
[size=12]At this point my recollection of this dream ends. I can't believe I didn't get lucid though. Damn
[size=18]dream2
[size=14]I am in my kitchen, and my parents are making chicken on the grill. My mom is lighting the grill or something, and somehow, something on a metal kabob stick lights on fire (a piece of chicken?, I don't know) while she is in the middle of the kitchen because she lit something else (probably one of the disfunctional stove tops) with the lighter (don't ask how it spread). She yells to get the fire extinguisher, and I get it out of the closet down the hall. While I am aiming at the flaming thing she's holding (it's not dangerous to hold, just the tops burning), I accidently spray her a bit on the arm, and she yells at me about how she already told me once not to spray her with compressed air stuff (don't ask when that happened). I put out the fire, and also accidently majorly freeze my toe. My mom yells at me what the heck are you doing. After about a minute my toe is thawing and it suddenly un-numbs, and starts feeling VERY cold. I then go downstairs to the guestroom where my sister adn her fiance are (meant in the male sence, in case I accidently used the female version of the word). For some reason I am still with the fire extinguisher. My mom also comes down, eating an apple, and my sister's fiance is also eating one. I ask my sister's fiance if I can have the apple to freeze with the fire extinguisher (it looks like a fun thing to do), but he says no as he is eating it, but my mom is done, so she gives my the core. I go upstairs, and am heading outside to freeze the apple, when I see the chicken on a table (now ready). I have an urge to freeze that instead, but I don't since it's our food.
[size=12]At this point the dream ends. Sadly, I never get to freeze the apple :cry:
...I wake up for real, and don\'t remember any of the dreams I wrote, just that I worte them down. What really happened was that I woke up at about 6:10, and drifted back to sleep after a few minutes. Then, ten minutes later I had a basically anomaly free FA, where I truly believed I was awake, and started DJing. This FA was so perfectly real feeling, I even heard my dad walking upstairs, and was worrying that it might already be time to wake up and my dad will come down, so I won\'t have time to finish. Finally this journal entry is over, I hate having to write four dreams, even if they aren\'t that long. It\'s much easier to write one or two long dreams.
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[size=18][color=blue]Night of 6/5/06
[size=12]Today is my favorite date for the next 60 years, 7 days. It's 06/06/06. How fun :evil: :) (take out the zeros). The reason I like the date 60 years adn 7 days from now even more is that in everywhere except here in america where we write it MM/DD/YY, it will be 13/6/66. Take out the dashes for an evil message. Sorry to anyone this offends, I just like taking potshots at all that crap about "unlucky numbers", and "the number of the beast". LOL.
OK. Back to dreaming. Last night was a great night for that to. I had a LUCID!!! I think it was induced by my RCing (not by doing an RC, but by the suggestion that I will LD I add whenever I RC), or by the self-hypnosis I did on saturday (or both). Sadly i didn't get control of the dream, or maintain lucidity, but the dream itself was reasonably vivid and long."
[size=14]I am in the car on the highway with my dad. We are trying to decide wether or not to do something. I want to do it, but my dad says it's risky as it involves crossing something, and it's dangerous. I assume that it involves driving across some bridge that is narrow and we could go off of into the river. Eventually we decide to do it (don't kknow what), and take a turn onto the road that will take us there. I tell my dad it's okay if we just go home if he doesn't want to do it, but he says he's fine with it.
Next thing I remember, we are crossing this hill by foot, with my dad's car in the parking lot. There is extreme wind, and I am having trouble staying on my feet, and not falling and injuring myself. I make it to the edge of the dangerous part, and am about to go down the other side of the hill, where it isn't windy, and there are tourists going on a hike, but I see a baby lying on the rocks in front of me, hurt, with his dad just standing there, not knowing what to do. I tell my dad, and my dad picks up the baby in a safe way, and puts it over the guys shoulder in a military wounded person carry position, and tells the dad to carry it to safety. The second my dad lets go, the idiot dad guy doesn't properly support the baby, adn it slides off, and lands on its head back on the rocks. I think, "what the #@$! is wrong with this idiot?! He has MAJOR issues!" My dad keeps calm, and reexplains to the guy what to do, and this time the guy gets it. I then pick up the baby, which is somehow still alive, and give it to its dad, who this time doesn't drop it. My dad and I then continue walking wherever we're going.
Next thing I remember, I am walking along at the base of this mountain, but wiht a couple friends. For some reason (I don't remeber), I get REALLY ultra pissed-off, and take this jar thing and whip it against the ground. The jar pops open, and the baby from earlier pops out (don't ask how it got in there in the first place). I think, "oh #$@!, I just killed him." I go and pick up the jar, and open it, and inside, there is a grenade like object, but is really a container. I open this container, and luckily it isn't a grenade (I wasn't completely sure), hoping the baby is in there, but it isn't. It's nowhere to be found. Suddenly I realize I am dreaming and think, "oh good, I'll have somme fun, but first to make the baby appear back unharmed so I can put it in its jar." I look down saying when I look up the baby will be in front of me unharmed. I look up and it isn't, I try again a couple times, but after about three times...
[size=12]I wake up thinking what a #$@!ed up weird dream and yay I just go lucid at the same time. I wish I had done stability tricks, but I didn't think of it sadly, and tried to take control too fast. Note that I am no baby killer. I get along well with little children, and would never put a baby in a jar, especially not one that is literally too smaller to fit a baby in in any way. I was low-level lucidity though, so I didn't really think about how weird it is to put a baby in a jar.
[size=18]Night of 6/6/06
[size=12]Yay! Another LD! 2 Nights straight! This time I actually almost stabilized it too. Here goes:
[size=14]I am at some harbor carinival place at night. I am not wearing pants and am just wearing boxers adn a shirt (I can't remember why, but there's a reason). I am planning on going to watch some modeling competition as a judge adn partying, and to go I have to go on this platform thing thing which holds a about 10 people with seats plus a bit of extra space to stand that is tied to a long rope which some somehow flies it out like 50 meters out adn 20 meters high above the harbor, where it stays (I don't know what holds it up). I am next in line for the next round of judging, so I have to wait.
Next thing I remember it is almost time for me to go up, and my math teacher is nearby yelling instructions on what some people have to do. She tells me to do something, I think related to my boxers (in the dream there is nothing odd about going around in boxers), and my response is to go down about 100 feet away from the harbor, into some hut thing, which inside is basically my bedroom stuff. I change boxers and then jog back where is is just time to board the platform thing. About 2 other guys and like 7 girls, one of which is the girl i like, board the platform, and it shoots up to its place where we have a cool view of the harbor. Then the view of the harbor dims, and I see in front and below of me there is a brightly lit stage platform thing onto which all the "models" walk. For some reason the modeling competition is all guys maybe 2 years older than me, and not the kind you'd think of as models. This sucks for me because I was expecting it to be a bunch of hot (female) babes, and I have no idea how to judge male modeling as i am not gay. I just choose the guy who looks like he is the man, since I can't judge them on looks since like I said before I'm not gay.
Next thing I remember it is a while later and I am back at the harbor looking out at the ocean leaning on the protective rail that stops people from falling into the ocean. I suddenly think to do an RC, and the second I ask myself "am I dreaming?", even before doing a check, I realize that why yes I am. The instant this realization hits me I end up in bed eyes closed, on my back. I am pretty sure I am still dreaming so I do ZenVortex's stabilization technique (except I forget to think "stabilize now") of moving my limbs deliberately and slowly. my hands keep hitting against this cold metal bar, and my feet are going over some wood thing, so I realize that I am still at the harbor, and I am hitting the safety rail, so I know I am still dreaming. After a bit, I am reasonably convinced that I am stable, so I slowly open my eyes and...
[size=12]...find myself awake in bed. Damn it. Still happy about the lucid, I just wish I did a better job stabilizing and said stuff like "stabilize now", and rubbed my hands (I wouldn't have been able to spin anyways as I was lying down). I also should have done an RC as I woke up to see that I hadn't had an FA. Oh well, maybe next time... Anyways, I am still very happy with LDing two nights straight. Yay!!! My tenth LD ever! 8) :breakitdown: :cheers: :banana: :goodjob: :loveyou: :thanks:
[size=18]Night of 6/5/06
[size=12]Today is my favorite date for the next 60 years, 7 days. It's 06/06/06. How fun :evil: :) (take out the zeros). The reason I like the date 60 years adn 7 days from now even more is that in everywhere except here in america where we write it MM/DD/YY, it will be 13/6/66. Take out the dashes for an evil message. Sorry to anyone this offends, I just like taking potshots at all that crap about "unlucky numbers", and "the number of the beast". LOL.
OK. Back to dreaming. Last night was a great night for that to. I had a LUCID!!! I think it was induced by my RCing (not by doing an RC, but by the suggestion that I will LD I add whenever I RC), or by the self-hypnosis I did on saturday (or both). Sadly i didn't get control of the dream, or maintain lucidity, but the dream itself was reasonably vivid and long."
[size=14]I am in the car on the highway with my dad. We are trying to decide wether or not to do something. I want to do it, but my dad says it's risky as it involves crossing something, and it's dangerous. I assume that it involves driving across some bridge that is narrow and we could go off of into the river. Eventually we decide to do it (don't kknow what), and take a turn onto the road that will take us there. I tell my dad it's okay if we just go home if he doesn't want to do it, but he says he's fine with it.
Next thing I remember, we are crossing this hill by foot, with my dad's car in the parking lot. There is extreme wind, and I am having trouble staying on my feet, and not falling and injuring myself. I make it to the edge of the dangerous part, and am about to go down the other side of the hill, where it isn't windy, and there are tourists going on a hike, but I see a baby lying on the rocks in front of me, hurt, with his dad just standing there, not knowing what to do. I tell my dad, and my dad picks up the baby in a safe way, and puts it over the guys shoulder in a military wounded person carry position, and tells the dad to carry it to safety. The second my dad lets go, the idiot dad guy doesn't properly support the baby, adn it slides off, and lands on its head back on the rocks. I think, "what the #@$! is wrong with this idiot?! He has MAJOR issues!" My dad keeps calm, and reexplains to the guy what to do, and this time the guy gets it. I then pick up the baby, which is somehow still alive, and give it to its dad, who this time doesn't drop it. My dad and I then continue walking wherever we're going.
Next thing I remember, I am walking along at the base of this mountain, but wiht a couple friends. For some reason (I don't remeber), I get REALLY ultra pissed-off, and take this jar thing and whip it against the ground. The jar pops open, and the baby from earlier pops out (don't ask how it got in there in the first place). I think, "oh #$@!, I just killed him." I go and pick up the jar, and open it, and inside, there is a grenade like object, but is really a container. I open this container, and luckily it isn't a grenade (I wasn't completely sure), hoping the baby is in there, but it isn't. It's nowhere to be found. Suddenly I realize I am dreaming and think, "oh good, I'll have somme fun, but first to make the baby appear back unharmed so I can put it in its jar." I look down saying when I look up the baby will be in front of me unharmed. I look up and it isn't, I try again a couple times, but after about three times...
[size=12]I wake up thinking what a #$@!ed up weird dream and yay I just go lucid at the same time. I wish I had done stability tricks, but I didn't think of it sadly, and tried to take control too fast. Note that I am no baby killer. I get along well with little children, and would never put a baby in a jar, especially not one that is literally too smaller to fit a baby in in any way. I was low-level lucidity though, so I didn't really think about how weird it is to put a baby in a jar.
[SIZE=2]Night of 6/14/06</span>
[size=12]Sorry I haven\'t been posting, I was just too damn lazy to bother remembering dreams in the last few days, but I still remember my LD from wednesday, so I\'ll share that. I\'ll have to say it\'s the closest I\'ve come to dream control. I remembered to RC after I realized I was dreaming, and the only thing I didn\'t do was stabilize properly.
[size=14]I am in my house, and I am heading towards the basement. I open the basement door, and am about to turn into the stairwell, when suddenly I realize I am dreaming. Just to make sure I grab my nose and try to breathe through it, and succeed. Lucidity confirmed! For some reason I get this feeling that I have to look behind the door, and when I do...
I suddenly end up in this forest. It is very beautiful, with all the trees in full bloom, and the ground completely covered in leaves which are that perfect shade of russet brown. I am on the outside of a circular pool of perfectly clear water about 4 or 5 meters across. The water is pure and clear, but there is no bottom in sight, as this pool is bottomless, with an infinite depth. I turn around from this pool and see about 20 meters ahead of me there is another pool like this one. I now realize that this forest is where all the different worlds meet, and these pools are portals to the other world. The pool behind me is the portal to the real world, and the pool ahead is the portal to the world of Lucidity. I know I have to go into the pool ahead of me, but I am scared to go there as there is an old man there standing on the edge of the pool, loooking into it. He is rather frail, and hunched over, with a can holding him up, but for some reason I know he is evil, and am scared of him. I overcome my fears and head towards the pool, but as I move the world fades and by the time I am 3 quarters of the way there...
<span style="color:blue">...I wake up, disappointed in myself for not doing a proper stabilization technique, but still happy that I LDed. This was by far the closest I\'ve been to full lucidity, but I just didn\'t get all the way. Just to note, though this dream seems to go slowly, it really was less than half a minute in length.
...The dream just ends. I am 90% sure that I didn\'t wake up after this dream, but that it just ended for no apparent reason. I know I didn\'t do anything past this, it\'s not a hole in my recall.
Hey thar!
Just saying hello! Cool dream journal!
It's such a breath of fresh air to read dream journals that are well organized! :content:
[quote]Hey thar!
Just saying hello! Cool dream journal!
It's such a breath of fresh air to read dream journals that are well organized![/color]
Thanks. Sadly I haven't posted in a while. I need to get back to recalling dreams, and hopefully you will help inspire me.
At this point I wake up, with the intention of writing down this dream, but I remember my Lucid, so I write that down first, and then just make quick notes on this dream to help me remember it, as I am sick of writing. I have discovered that while helpful, bedside DJing is a pain in the ass, as it is tiring, and i am a much faster typist than handwriter, but I will continue anyways, as it's the only way I'll be able to remember dreams.
...at which point I wake up, to hear my jackass neighbor revving his car before he leaves. So basically, the sound traveled from the real world into my dream in the form of my health teacher letting out an angry growl :)
Hmm i see it has been a while!
I expect to see a few entries in here within the next week or else... :evil:
(Just kidding :bigteeth: )
(Or am I?... :evil: )
Hi again. I yet again have been a lazy-ass, and haven't posted here since august, so now for my first 2007 DJ entry! :bowdown:
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I am in some street at night in the city (don't ask where). I randomly think to myself, "Hey, I'm dreaming"
I then immediately do the finger through hands and grab nose and try to breathe reality checks, but both of them fail. For some reason that doesn't matter to me, and I go on with being lucid. (Yeah, I copied and pasted that from my other dream since it works here too.) I decide I will find a leprachaun, but then I blink and...
<span style="color:blue">...I wake up
Overall I would consider last night an extreme success, even though I didn't actually accomplish anything, because I have been having a dry spell for a long time, and I think this signifies the beginning of a new era of Penguinish dreams :evil:.
Congratulations penguin man, way to end the drought! :bowdown:
Don't worry about the girl either, you'll get her... :wink:
Don't get slack on me again soldier... On your feet! :pissed: