The Dream Journal Of Bluefinger

If you are wondering about the Journal's name and description, its just me being creative. :wink:

First of all, since I haven't had a vivid dream in a couple of days (probably due to the stress I'm under concerning a flood of assignments and exams I have to get done within this and the next week), my first few posts shall be of previous vivid dreams which I remember clearly and have affected me in some way or another. They'll come in whatever order, and I may post several times in one day as I write off a small backlog of dreams until I start getting dreams again, in which I'll be starting to catalogue them in order to help me attain more lucidity in my dreams.

Feel free to comment or add your own interpretations to my dreams, I always enjoy hearing what others make of my dreams. :content:

Alright, a dream I've already got going in another thread, but I'm sticking it in here for the sake of cataloguing it. This one's the most recent one I had...

Basically, it starts off with my walking with my family in Corfu Town (My parents live in Corfu), mum, dad and my siblings, all together having a nice time walking through the centre of town. All of a sudden, screams are heard and people start running about in a panic. I run to see what was going on and then I spot what was causing the commotion. Reapers (well, I assumed they were that since they were skeletons covered in dark, torn rags) were killing off the people in the town. I run back to my family to lead them on through the town streets in order to get out of the city and into the open. Along the way, our escape is cut off by another reaper. I however, run straight at it before dodging its swipe in time, tackling it down to the ground before getting off it quickly enough to prevent it from touching me with its fingers (its method of killing). Eventually, I lead my family away from that reaper and we end up on a beach outside of the town, where everyone else in town also was gathering.

Calming down a little, we then go into the crowd to ask about exactly what was going on, but what we get is just more confusion. It was either "the government set the reapers upon us" or "the government and the police failed to stop the attack", or some other confused story. People start protesting however, angry at how the town was lost and how nothing was being done about it. Then things go from bad to worse. Riot police suddenly arrive and begin to try to disperse the angry crowd, isolating one group and beating back into the town, where the reapers were still occupying. The other group, which I was in, became enraged at seeing what was happening, and we begin to attack the riot police. I however, realise my family wasn't with me, but in the group being forced into the town. In the confusion/melee, I managed to make a break for it, running towards my family, who I can see and hear calling out to me in the group, but as I get about halfway to them, I get hit and knocked out by a rubber bullet fired from one of the riot police. When I come to, I am lying on the beach alone, the police had dispersed the crowds and I had been left for dead. All I can hear is the waves breaking and the screams of people as they get chased and killed by the reapers in the town. Knowing I had lost my family, I break down into tears, screaming and shouting into the air, overcome with grief and feeling completely powerless from being unable to save my family.

That was when I wake up, feeling rather shitty, but also a few seconds right before my alarm went off. I don't usually dream about family, since my dreams often involve people I haven't met and are mere figments of my subconscious mind, however I have a few before. Anyway, the peculiarity of this dream, and dreams similar to this one I had, is the lack of feeling fear. All I feel is a resolve to survive, to conquer the situation. However, in this dream, despite me taking charge and acting fearlessly, I still fail to protect my family.

A couple of dreams which were based on PC games I've played before or still am playing. Again, for the sake of cataloguing the dreams, I'm going to record them here. Whether you want to add your input in helping me distinguishing which of my earlier dreams were lucid or had the potential to turn lucid, then go ahead and post away.

First one is on a dream from the game FEAR, involving the game's spectral antagonist Alma, who is a little girl in a red dress with bloodstained feet... scary stuff. No kidding. It involved me going through a dimly lit building (just like in the game!) with a bunch of teammates, all of us wielding some formidable firepower. We patrol through sections of this dark building, in a atmosphere straight out of the game, we are even wearing the uniforms of the soldiers in the game. However, we all spot Alma, and immediately, one of our guys goes pop... flesh and blood spattered everywhere, leaving a bloody skeleton behind in his place (again, just like in the game). We all make a run for it, but eventually come to a dead end. We then get ourselves into position, training our guns down the hallway where Alma was. When she approached, we all opened fire. Despite us firing like mad, nothing happened, she just kept coming closer and closer. The first one to go was the machine gunner, pop.... and then in quick succession all of the other teammates. So there I am, covered in the blood of my teammates/friends, out of ammo and with Alma straight in front of me. Getting desperate, I run upto Alma and try to hit her with the butt of my weapon, but as soon as I get close, I am thrown right back against the wall without her doing anything. When I look up though, there she is, standing extremely close to me. Then she grabs my crotch. I mean, what the hell... but that doesn't end there. When she grabs my crotch, I feel as if I am actually getting touched on my crotch in reality. So immediately, I force myself awake from the dream, rising from my bed to reach out and grab whoever was touching me, except I grab nothing but air. Whether this was a hynopompic sensation, or just my dream getting vivid to the point of lucidity, I don't know. Either way, I didn't fall asleep until half an hour later, since the last bit of my dream really shook me up.

Second dream was a lot more fun, involving me with a game of Day of Defeat: Source, an online WW2 first person shooter, and even better, the 'round' takes place around one of my old houses, even including the house next door and the gardens and plot between the two houses in near perfect detail. Nothing seemed out of place, except for the sandbag emplacements around both houses and around the 'spawn' points. I was an allied rocket guy (equipped with a Bazooka and a M1 Carbine), and I just kept getting sniped in the head as I went about playing the game in my dream. Felt the bullet penetrate and everything, only to hover in third person over my dead body until the reinforcements spawned. First time, I would get a couple of guys with my bazooka, only to get sniped by a sniper hiding in one of the windows of the house next door. I then respawn and try to find the sniper, sneaking through the bushes and keeping to the more 'wooded' areas of the large gardens, but a misfire reveals my position and I get sniped again. Third time I get some more guys and nearly get the sniper, but I get sniped just at the last moment. So on my fourth respawn, I say f*** it, and switch to support class, so I have the BAR. After blowing up and gunning down a couple of Axis guys with some grenades and my BAR, I manage to sneak up on the sniper, but just as I am about to knife the guy up close, I hear my alarm. So sighing in the dream, I decide to wake up, since I had to get up for uni.

Just me adding another past dream into my dream diary. Have yet to get enough decent sleep for a new vivid dream. Blame uni work....

Anyway, this one affected me quite a lot due to the emotions I felt in the dream. Basically, it was me walking through a desert alone during a small sandstorm. I'm an anthropomorphic, bipedal cat though (or furry in shortened terms), which is unique since this is the only dream I've had in which I had perceived myself in a different light. I had dark fur, and even darker hair (or mane, etc). I was wearing desert robes, and had a sheathed No-Dachi (a longer, two handed version of a katana) slung over my back. The desert itself was a large valley, sand dunes within the valley, and jutting rock faces around the edges of the large valley, barely visible in the sandstorm. I'm just walking aimlessly through the sandstorm, heading in one direction, before I come to a stop. In front of me is this beautiful desert flower, except it had withered away and shrivelled away in the desert heat. Feeling sad at seeing such a beautiful thing spoiled, I look up for once to behold the desert around me, and I feel lost and hopeless. Sighing softly, I just walk on, trudging along against the dusty winds, past the flower and into the vast desert. At this point, my dream switches from frist person view, to third person, and I watch myself walk into the desert, eventually disappearing into the sandstorm.

A sad but interesting dream... one which I would love to hear other people interpret what it may mean.

Alright, I'm gonna post one more past dream before I move onto one I had last night. This one is I reckon one of my happier ones, purely because I felt so happy in dream and when I woke up.

It started with me looking out to the sea from my parent's house in Corfu. It was a sunny day, with a nice breeze going out to sea. I was content, and then suddenly I get this urge to sail, to go out and explore the sea. So I say f*** it and go down to the Marina, and begin prepping a small, but ocean going yacht, not one of those charter yachts which can't even sail in a 20-knot without jiving (I actually do quite a bit of sailing whenever I go over to my parent's... probably qualified enough to be a coastal skipper, not so sure on off-shore skipper...). I get the boat fully rigged, get plenty of supplies and fuel, make sure everything is in good enough shape to go. Once done, I let go all the lines to shore and set off from the marina, sailing out into the open sea with a perfect breeze and sea conditions. In this bit, I feel so free and happy now that I'm sailing. The dream ends with me in third person, watching myself sail off into the distance.

I then wake up in such a good mood, I would do anything to experience this dream again, even if I need to achieve lucidity in my dreams. Hell, just thinking about this dream makes me want to sail again, or just be at the coast...

The dream last night I had seemed to have two parts... first part I can't remember (could have been a completely separate dream for all I know), but it felt like a battle scene or something... way too fuzzy for me to remember any specifics. The second part is the bit which I remember to some extent, so I'll go about describing them.

The second part started with me going up a lift; a really old, rusty elevator which had a small, dusty, circular window to the outside. I was carrying some bags as I went up, can't remember much about them, except they kept getting stuck on the walls. Once the elevator stopped, it opened up to a rather nice room, in which a girl (someone I know, who is my age, a little shorter than me, dark haired and quite cute looking) was standing in, waiting for me to come. I place my bags by the beds, and I go with the girl and have a chat with her, just having a good time before we both sleep together (no sex... just sharing the bed, cuddled up with each other). After the sleep, I get up and leave the girl still sleeping, taking the elevator and going down. As I go down, I look at the window and get curious, so I take a peek outside, and outside I see Corfu. All of a sudden, I'm no longer in the elevator, but on the beach I was looking at, riding a bicycle (one I used to have before I went to Uni... it was a good bike) along the sandy beach at quite a speed. As I ride, I avoid these near invisible glass walls on the beach, but still going along at a fair pace. Eventually, I reach the end of the beach and turn around, heading back where I came from. After a while on the beach, I come onto a dusty road leading to an old hotel. I go to the hotel on my bike, dismounting outside and walking into the lobby. The lobby had white marble floors and walls, and there where two elevators at the end, both old and rusty just like the elevator I was in at the start of the dream. However, there's an old man standing by the elevators, who then turns around once he notices I'm there. He smiles and says "You going up?", and I reply "Yes". He then gestures to his side, saying "Wanna help me with these bags then?", pointing to a small pile of bags. I shrug and say "Sure...". As I pick up some of the bags, one of the elevators comes, and the old man picks up the last two bags and walks in without saying a word. I follow him in, and then the doors close behind us and we start going up. It is the same elevator as before, old, rusty, with a dusty circular window to the outside, and once more I am going up in an elevator holding some bags, though this time with an old man.

The dream ends there... a wierd one to boot. It was pleasant, but if only I could remember the first dream >.< I like battle scene dreams...

I woke up today after experiencing a dream, and stupidly let it slip from my mind when I tried to write it down on my dream journal... been kicking myself all day because of that. So instead, I&#39;m going to enter another past dream which I enjoyed.

It started off with me and my little brother (who&#39;s about 4 years younger than me) sitting on a train, just idly chatting with each other as we travelled (the conversation was pretty normal, even by dream standards). Eventually, we came to a stop and we came off the train, and began heading to a barracks right next to the train station. In fact, everyone coming off the train headed into the barracks. In there, we all got kitted up in uniform and military gear, and given guns (they were almost exactly like the ones out of Starship Troopers), eventually rounded up and assigned to squads. I was made an NCO (Squad Leader), whilst my brother was made an Assistant Squad Leader. There were about 10 people in the squad, once together, we all got to know each other and &#39;bond&#39;. After a bit in the barracks, we then were briefed that aliens had invaded the town next to the barracks, and that the train station had to be defended at all costs. Our squad was picked for recon, and our orders were to only engage if put into a situation where the only way to survive was to fight. Setting off on the mission, we patrolled through the streets and for a while, nothing happened. Suddenly, aliens appear along with a tank (aliens were yellow in colour, and were a curious mix of H. R. Giger aliens, and the Covenant aliens from Halo) and begin attacking us. Being forced into an immediate retreat, we eventually hide out in a large building, managing not to lose one squad member in the retreat or gun fight. However, as we move through the building, my brother has a close call with the tank, nearly getting spotted and blown to shit. He does manage not to be detected, and we decide to stay in the building longer, as it wasn&#39;t safe to make a move. So we stay in the building overnight on the top floor, each one of us taking shifts on lookout as the rest of us get some sleep. On my shift, I hear some noise downstairs, so immediately, I alert the guys and tell them we have trouble. After quickly getting armed on our feet, we make a move and charge downstairs, taking the aliens by surprise and killing most of them. I however, spot a nice looking alien weapon lying on the floor in a dark room, and since it looked powerful enough to take care of the tank, I went to go fetch it. As I picked it up, I realised I wasn&#39;t the only one in the room, an alien had been waiting to ambush me, the weapon being the bait. Just my luck though, one of the guys in my squad rushes in and starts shooting at the alien, but he tells me more are on their way, and that he&#39;ll cover my retreat. I run through another door, down a corridor, and head more gunshots and eventually the guy screaming as he gets killed by the aliens. I hear my squad and run into the room they were in. They all train their guns on me in surprise, but I just shout "Shoot&#33;" and then throw myself onto the floor. My squad mates open fire down the hallway, killing a whole load of aliens (even though most of them were cloaked). Once we were assured none had lived, I filled them in on the details of one of our guys being killed and on the weapon. However, as I brief them on what to do next, the tank bursts into the room, crushing two of the guys immediately. Aliens then pour into the room through the breached wall, and begin slaughtering my guys. Me and my brother though make a run for it through the now alien infested house. All the others that lived through the initial assault were being picked off one by one. Me and my brother, however, stick together as we run through the house. He runs ahead of me, gunning down whatever was in front of him, whilst I shoot any following alien behind us. After what seemed like an age running through the house, we come outside and we make a break for it, only stopping once we were out of sight. Taking a moment to catch our breaths, me and my brother decide to flank the aliens, and give them at least a good fight after what they did. Eventually, we sneak around the nearby buildings until we get a good view of the tank, still partially inside the building, though now aliens patrolled both around and inside the house. Prepping the alien weapon, my brother covered my back to make sure we weren&#39;t ambushed, whilst I took aim. Firing the weapon, the shot blew the tank up instantly, completely taking out the building and all the aliens inside and around it. Afterwards, the weapon would be exhausted, obviously a one shot only weapon. Throwing it down, we both made our way back to the barracks at a leisurely pace, reporting in the damage we caused against the alien offensive, though also reporting the casualties. Afterwards, we got back into our civies and just hopped back onto the train and went home, as if nothing happened.

A tense, but decent dream. Very vivid as well. I actually felt sorry for the DC&#39;s in my squad who got killed, since they all were decent people. But I still got to avenge them and as a battle dream, it was good. I liked the fact my brother was in it too, doing an awesome job at being a soldier. I wouldn&#39;t mind having more of these dreams.

New dream... can remember it clearly, but I just can&#39;t piece together how exactly it happened. If anything, I&#39;ll just write it down in the way I can remember. Also, a certain DC appeared again, one I have seen in past dreams.

It started with me waiting at a train station. Appearance-wise, it was very similar to Paddington station in London. I waited for a while, and then boarded onto a train. Nothing interesting happened on the train, though when I arrived at my destination, and it was like a normal, english village train station. However, when I walked out of the station, I was at Corfu. Once there, I can&#39;t remember much, but the bits I can remember, I somehow wound up with a sailing family (not my own, a mum and dad, an au-pair, and a little girl). The DC I had met before was this little girl, no older than my lil sister, same height, but dark haired and pale complexion, plus a much more quiet personality. The family told me that their lil girl was getting chased by some people, who wanted to take her away for whatever reason. After a while, we then went off sailing, having a good time before eventually returning to the marina. The marina itself was interesting, because it was filled with old, wooden boats, yachts, all looking fairly neglected. The water was dead still and everything was silent except for the noise of our yacht coming in to dock. Eventually, we came to the family&#39;s floating home (which was big), and the only way to get inside was to swim underneath it. So we all jumped off the yacht and dived into the water, eventually coming up underneath the house and into the pool area. All getting out, we dry ourselves out and head out to do our own business around the house. After observing things in the household, it seems the father is having an affair with the au-pair, and the mother isn&#39;t pleased about, but before things heat up, I find two strangers in the TV room... sitting down watching TV (and they looked a hell of a lot like Agents... even the same hair). The father, mother and au-pair come and we all start to question the strangers, so quietly, I snuck out of the room and went to the lil girl&#39;s bedroom, feeling that these people were the ones after her. Once there, I closed and locked the door, and told the girl what was happening. So I opened the window and told her we were going to have to swim to the nearest dingy and then make a break for it. So we both jump out in time just as the door gets smashed through by the two strangers, only managing to get into a dingy in time before they themselves entered the water. But before they could catch up on us, I get the outboard motor working and we simply potter off away from danger.

That&#39;s all I can remember, but its just I keep seeing this certain DC in my dreams. I don&#39;t even know someone like this DC in real-life, which makes it interesting. I&#39;ll write some previous past dreams about this DC later, just to show her increasing appearance within my dreams.

Just adding a past dream which I&#39;ve had with a certain DC I&#39;ve mentioned in the previous post. This one I find is more interesting since the dream itself I had during a nap, though despite that, it wasn&#39;t lucid. Still was pretty vivid.

It started with me looking after this little girl (about the age of my lil sister, dark haired and pale complexion, same as I described her in the previous post) in this place, which wouldn&#39;t look out of place in a game. We were both naked (and were naked throughout the dream) and we just sat around this fire. The place we were in was like a river-way, but despite the foliage and grass, it all seemed somewhat unrealistic, like it was not actually a real environment, but a virtual environment instead (the feel of it was a cross between Oblivion and Half-Life 2, both games I have). On the bank, we had a kayak, a plastic ocean kayak though, similar to one my parent&#39;s have for their yacht in Corfu. After just talking a little bit by the fire, we hear a boat approaching. Taking a look, we see its a trireme, with people on board armed with bows and such. Getting a bad feeling, I get onto the kayak and take the girl somewhere else. Eventually, we come to this cave (or it looks like a cave at first), so we go inside to check it out. It turns out to be a room built into the hill, though the ceiling had collapsed so you could see the sky. The girl gets a bad feeling about the place and urges for us to leave, and that was when I heard someone approach from within the room. So I decide to leave, and we go off back onto the kayak. Eventually, the girl gets bored and wants to do something. Then she sees a bird and points at it, telling me that she would like to chase after it. I nod and say sure, though then give her a piggy-back, and all of a sudden, I launch myself with her on her back from the kayak, flying towards the bird. We then chase after the bird for a while, going over the cave we were at earlier. I could see into the cave, and I saw a guy with a physics gun (off Garry&#39;s Mod), manipulating metal plates into place along the hole in the cave&#39;s ceiling, fixing the plates into place and plugging the hole up slowly. Still, I flew on in pursuit of the bird, following it around until the girl decided she had enough. Setting down on a pier, we would then have a rest, with me being exhausted from exerting myself flying, and her from all the excitement. However, our rest was cut short when the trireme with the archers came, and started shooting at us. Since we had lost our kayak, I told the girl to swim for it, and she just managed to dive into the water in time in order to escape the arrows. I then quickly followed, diving in deep so I swam close to the bottom of the river, staying close to the girl. Eventually, we manage to escape, but the girl is left even more exhausted by the ordeal, so I carry her on my back and walk away from the river. After a while we come to a mall, and we go inside, still dripping wet from all the swimming. Everyone is clothed, and a security guard comes up to us and tells us to stop and get dressed. I just ignore him and see a restaurant, asking the girl on my back "You hungry?". She just smiles and nods, replying "Yeah, and I want some coke too...".

The dream ends there. I find it interesting, since despite me being naked in the dream, I just didn&#39;t care. There was nothing arousing about it, and it was a fairly fun dream (especially the flying part... I felt so free in that bit). But this DC is a recurring DC in my dreams, and I wonder why she has stayed firmly in my subconscious, despite me not meeting a real world equivalent to her. Oh well...

I have managed to become lucid in one of my dreams, if only for a few seconds (not because I was stupid enough to lose it... but because my alarm went off and I had to wake up).

Anyway, the dream itself started in a square, with a bunch of random people and one of my flatmates and me standing around. He suddenly shouts "Hey&#33; Let&#39;s all show off our cocks&#33;" to which everybody goes yea and starts pulling down their pants. I just stand there and eventually when they turn to me I just say "Eh... I&#39;m not exactly well-endowed... more like average", but my flatmate just shrugs and says "Its okay... wait, I know&#33; Let&#39;s all party&#33;". I ask where and he just answers "I know just the place... come on everybody&#33;". So I follow him and somehow I turn up at this house, though he is gone and I&#39;m surrounded by a completely different bunch of random people. In this house, we are all just talking and wandering around, and I then go up into the attic and I see this baby getting dragged along with floor, laughing away as things get knocked around or down. So I realise that the attic is haunted with a poltergeist. Going back downstairs, I hear screams, and as I run into the kitchen, there are bee&#39;s everywhere. So I go into this cupboard and pull out a huge can of insecticide and start spraying it everywhere, soon killing all the bees. Sighing with relief, more bugs come, so then I&#39;m spraying away so to kill them all or make them go away, but the waves of bugs keep coming. Eventually, just as I run out of bug spray, I see and hear a swarm of hornets build up outside. Knowing that I must do something before they come in, I run out of the kitchen and run upstairs.

*Lucidity begins here*

I stop at the top of the stairs, realising that I was dreaming. Everything was quite fuzzy, so the first thing that came to mind was to spin around in order to get me more focused on the dream. Now that I start spinning, I begin to feel less detached and more aware of everything, even though I had closed my eyes. Then, just then.... my alarm clock went off. Damn it.

Oh well... at least I took the step of realising I was dreaming within a dream. I think that counts as my first DILD? No?

Had a couple of dreams a few nights ago, but due to a large volume of work and crappy internet, I've been unable to enter them into my dream journal.

First one was the vivid one, and it was a fairly relaxed dream as mine usually go. It just started with me in a car with my dad, driving down a motorway, and we were just talking. Nothing weird or strange about it at first. Eventually, we came to a stop and we got out of the car and began modifying it, until the car resembled a shiny, silver version of a SR-71 blackbird. Me and my dad then get back into the car/SR-71, and we just fly off into the sky, having some fun before landing back down on the motorway. We then see some traffic coming up ahead so we just take to the skies.

Second one wasn't so vivid, but I was in Germany, and the Nazis had come back, turning the world into a hell-hole with a shade of greyish green. Plus, they were hunting down and capturing anyone who had powers or had diabetes (why diabetes, I don't know). And since I had powers (can't remember what powers I had exactly, but I was always naked, and whenever I needed to escape, I simply jumped into a river or canal and swam underwater to safety), I was on the run. I was with a group of people (and in the group of people, was the DC I keep seeing in my dreams, the dark-haired little girl, but she didn't do much in this one), and we were all hiding in this building. The building itself had loads of escape routes, including a canal for me to dive in to, so when the Nazis came, we all split up and I dived into the stream, not surfacing until I was all the way out into the countryside. And then it just ended...


Both weren't LDs and if anything, I'm just getting more and more intrigued with this DC I keep seeing within my dreams. Could she be my dream guide?

Okay... two dreams I had, one a normal chase/battle dream, and one WILD which I did this morning. I'm so happy that I managed to have another LD, so I hope that I can continue doing this more.

First dream consisted of me being a sort of leader for this group of people, always looking out for them, and generally taking care of any problems. However, fighting breaks out on the streets, and it turns out my group of people are being targeted, so I start leading them all to safety, risking my own life to keep them all alive. I even start taking on gunmen/snipers/soldiers barehanded and killing them, one of them I simply sneak up behind and then grapple on until his neck snaps. After dodging sniper fire, eventually managed to lead everyone out of the city and into safety, but it turns out one of my friends had betrayed me, so me and a few others who stayed behind got ambushed. So eventually, we are all being lead into the woods, with that friend coming along with the soldiers to watch my execution. I call out to him, shouting why he was doing this? "Why are you doing this? What have I and my people done to you for you to do this to us?". And he just turns around and says "You're scum... you're all scum...". So at this point, its obvious I'm going to die, so I make a run for it. However, that 'friend' then turns to the soldiers and tells them to chase after me as he keeps up to me, and all of them do, leaving the others behind. So then I decide to use this so to let the others escape, as long as they only want to get their hands on me. So as I run through the woods, I get up onto this wall that runs along it, and my mate tries to cut me up by climbing onto a ladder onto a bit of wall in front of me, but I simply kick him hard on the head and keep on running. Somehow, I free myself from the cuffs and soon enough, I'm running through the streets of the city I live in, crossing streets, despite buses and cars going by, and notice in the crowds, agents chasing after me. I pretend to ignore them and as one approaches in front trying to clothesline me, I simply dodge his arm and in one swift movement, I use the momentum of my body and the way it was turning to pull off an amazing punch, which completely knocks this agent out. I then run onto this demolition site, climbing over the rubble, and then my mate is there holding a metal pole. As he runs closer and swings the pole down, I pick up a smaller, but chunkier and heavier pole and parry his swing, so we are 'swordfighting' with metal poles, with everyone watching. After a while of intense fighting, the scenery changes, so we are back in the woods, still fighting with our metal poles. His pole however, suddenly becomes a long, thick stick, so immediately, I parry his swipe, grab the stick and then break it into several pieces. I then proceed to beat the shit out of him until my people come, wondering what was going on. After finishing having some payback, I give the guy a bit of his stick back and tell him that he's not welcome here anymore. He then walks off in shame and I walk reunited with the group of people I managed to protect.

Another normal dream, but one which had a lot of scenery changes. Again, I seem to fight incredibly well in my dreams, not experiencing any of the slow limbs others seem to get when they try to fight in their dreams. Anyway, onto the WILD I had, which I achieved after waking up at 6:30 am and staying awake for half an hour. I then went onto saying repeatedly in my mind "I am dreaming" and just visualising things with HI until a dream stabilised around me. I was lucid for most of the dream, I but then lost it towards the end... just ending up going about the dreamscape.

*Lucidity begins here*
After just observing my HI take on evanescent scenes or images, I notice a certain scene of a beach stabilise around me, and all of a sudden, instead of observing the scene, I'm sitting on the beach, with a cool, salty breeze blowing onto me from the sea. It was just before sunrise, so it was slightly dark, but with a beautiful sky. I smile to myself, realising that I am within a dream, so I make sure I keep myself calm and just rub mu hands together for a bit. I notice the dream become a little more vivid, but it was already very vivid to begin with. I get up and decide to walk down the beach, passing an occasional DC as I walk down the wonderful, sandy beach. It was like some of the beaches I used to go to when I was on holiday in the Algarve in Portugal, so I walked up to the dunes, and just explored the edge of them, coming to some large holes into the side of the dunes. I knew these would be impossible to have in real life, because it was in sand, but I just looked inside them and then walked off. After rubbing my hands a bit once more, I decide to see if I could fly. Holding my arms out to the side, I just imagine myself lifting up into the air and soon enough, I'm doing so, and I begin to fly over the beach and into the sky, nearly touching the clouds. Soon enough, I come to fly over a city, so I decide to explore it and I descend into it so to see what was in there. When I land, I begin to just walk around the streets and through the crowds.

*Lucidity ends here*

I lose my lucidity here (I think... well it felt I had), but I'm still walking through the streets. The dream is still very vivid and I end up coming across an open air computer games tournament. So I walk up onto this scaffolding for this construction site, and just watch people queue up to get on the consoles so to show off their skills. Soon enough, I walk off after watching the tournament and my dream ends.

I'm so glad I managed to WILD this morning, really ecstatic, since I got my first properly induced lucid dream. I'm definitely gonna be doing more of this.

Wooo! I achieved another LD, this time a DILD. I achieved the DILD almost as soon as the dream started, thanks to me noticing something with the dream. It was great... and I'll explain why:

I pretty much noticed I was at my grandparent's house in Portugal, on a sunny day, just like I remember it from when I was a kid. However, my late grandmother is sitting next to me and I turn to her and I remember the fact she had died 11 years ago.
*Lucidity begins here*
So I get up and realise that I was dreaming. I turn around and say to her that "I'm dreaming", and all she does is smile. So, with me now being lucid, I decide to forget what I had intended to do and I just sit back down next to her and started to talk to her. So for a good five minutes, we were there just talking with each other. It was great... though after a while the dream faded away and went onto this non-LD which I can't remember correctly... I remember plenty of scenes and bits fairly vividly, but it all was fragmented and all over the place, not to mention completely wierd. Either way, it was great being able to talk to my late grandmother... even though it was all in my head. Brought back plenty of memories with it too.

Just an update to my DJ, as I should really be more focused on cataloguing my dreams.

It kinda started with me walking down this jungle track with this 18th century army (the uniforms, muskets... the lot). Except this was no normal jungle, it was positively lethal. As we marched, one by one, soldiers would be picked off or killed by the strange flora in the jungle. One guy in front of me had this spike shaped fruit drop down from the canopy and impaled him through the shoulder. After a harrowing scream of pain, the soldier's body turned to ash. Quite disturbing, but nonetheless, we all marched onwards through the jungle.

Eventually, we came to a proper paved path which cut it's way through the jungle. Soon enough, after regrouping, we marched down this path until we came to a clearing. However, as I was the scout/point man, I heard some voices, so I signalled everyone to stop and hide. However, as we hid, a soldier behind whispered into my ear "it is imperative that we are not spotted. If our position is discovered, the success of our mission will be compromised". After he said that, I saw this tribal kid approach on the path, and I suddenly realised how exposed I was compared to everyone else. Knowing I was going to be spotted, I ran out of the bushes and down the path, attracting the attention of the kid, who failed to realise where everyone else was. As I ran down the path, I eventually came to a crossroad. Stopping, I looked around to decide where I should run, but when I looked to my left, I saw the same kid. However, he was completely unarmed, and I remembered I had a flintlock pistol, and also about how important it was nobody knew about the army advancing through the jungle (what the mission was, I never found out). Pointing the gun at the kid, he would suddenly run away, and naturally I chased after him. Shooting the gun, I missed the shot, and as it was a flintlock pistol, I only had one shot with it, so I threw the gun away and continued to chase the kid. As we ran down the path, we came to the roadhouse in which the path ran through the house. As the kid ran through the archway, he saw a bunch of tools being hung on the wall. As I came closer, he would pick up a machete before turning to face me and coming at me. Suddenly being confronted, I looked around for a weapon, seeing what I can only describe as a saw sword... saw blade, but with a hilt and guard..... picking that up, I would then block and parry the kid's vicious but wild swings. However, I would then counter a chop of his, momentarily stunning him with a cheap punch to his face, before bringing the sawblade into a vicious horizontal slash that pretty much disembowelled him. The kid would drop the machete before wrapping his arms about his stomach, trying to prevent his guts from spilling onto the ground. Then he looked up at me, and gave me the most haunting look I'll probably ever see. Turning away, the kid then walked slowly off into the jungle, still clutching at his stomach.

****ing hell, I felt so guilty after that look, so I decided to follow the kid (not exactly hard to do so... simply followed the trail of blood). Still holding onto the bloodstained sawblade, I eventually came to another clearing, this one with a large, murky pond in the middle of it. And by the water's edge, I saw the kid with two adults and another kid. As the kid clutched at his stomach and guts, the two adults, which I assumed were his parents, were lecturing him on something, whilst the other kid simply gloated and looked pretty smug. All the while, the kid I disembowelled was holding his guts and was asking for help. At this point I was getting really pissed off, but then this massive claw came out of the pond and caught the kid, dragging him into the murky depths of the pool. I was completely shocked as I did not see that coming, but all the while, the other kid and the parents were screaming away in horror as blood slowly began to stain the pond water. Soon after the kid went under, this monstrous crab rose out of the pond, and in one of the claws was the kid's body, which had been torn in half. By this point, I was really upset and angry, so dropping the sawblade, I looked around for a better weapon. Upon seeing this large axe embedded into a stump, with one swift movement, I tore the axe from the stump and ran straight towards the crab. Jumping into the air, I landed onto the crab's back, and brought the axe down onto the thick shell with all my might, and I ended up nearly cleaving the monster crab in half.

As the crab pretty much lay dead with a massive split down its middle, I approached the kid's torn body (everything below his chest was missing :( ), dragging the axe behind me. As I came closer (out of guilt and sadness), I would see that his eyes were still open, with the same haunting expression, except they were looking straight back at me. At that point, I wake up, still feeling really guilty for what happened in the dream... sucks to have such a vivid, but depressing dream.

A non-lucid... very vivid, but I don't seem to remember much of how it begun.

Basically, I was on a computer with my mum and dad, looking through a Google Earth, and as we searched over the world, suddenly the screen took us over some location labelled "Toxic Crater". As it zoomed in, we would suddenly find ourselves on a mountain ridge. As we walked over the ridge, we would see this desolate, grey land, in which in the middle of it, was a crater filled with blueish-green water. We would walk down the ridge and eventually around it, continuing to walk by this gorge. When I turned around to look back at the crater, I suddenly found myself looking at a school building. My parents were gone and I was in a grey suit (which was the school uniform). The building was very post-modern in architectural design, and loads of other pupils were entering the building. So, I followed everyone in.

However, as I went inside, I realised I didn't know which classroom or which lessons I had, so I simply stuck around with a couple of familiar faces (which were old school friends of mine) and ended up in a rather packed class. Sticking around, I talked to my friends (don't remember what was said), but when the teacher came in, he saw me and then pointed out where I was supposed to go. Going out into the corridor, suddenly I heard some girls shout out "Look! There he is!" and began running towards me. Thinking "Oh shit!", I turned around and ran through the school building, trying hard to find the classroom I was supposed to be in whilst avoiding the hysteric crowd of school girls. Eventually, I made a few turns and went into the toilet, waiting inside until I made sure I heard all the girls had passed by. Venturing back out, I would then find the classroom. As I stepped in, there were no desks, simply boxes piled up around the room, and various people where sitting on the boxes. One of them would say "Welcome!", but soon afterwards I would wake up.

Peculiar dream, but failed to realise I was dreaming in it. Oh well...