Fading Memories - My Dreams

In this thread I'll just be talking about some dreams that I've had, and I'll update it as I have more. Not all will be lucid, but I guess that's to be expected. Keep checking!

My first ever lucid dream happened about a year-and-a-half ago. I had never thought about lucid dreams before, but earlier that same day I had bought a book by Stephen LaBerge on the very subject. Anyway, the dream went along the lines of what I'm about to tell you (at a year-and-a-half later however, I'm probably forgetting some things).

Dream events will be in regular black.
My comments will be in red.

I was at my house standing in my kitchen after coming home from something on my bicycle. I took off the backpack I was wearing and set it next-to the front door and looked around. Let me tell you here that in most of my dreams, when I dream about a place that actually exists, the place will be the same place but not with the same features. In this case, my house was sort-of merged with my grandparents' house and had a distinctly Victorian era feel to it. I noticed that we had some sort of dinner party going on so I asked my mom what was happening, but she didn't hear me.I hate it when that happens in dreams. I left the kitchen to go see who was there, and it ended up being a lot of famous people like actors and actresses . The house, as I walked further into it, got more and more Victorian-like - the walls became upholstered in purple velvet, the furniture grew scroll-work and intricate fabric patterns, there were old photographs on the walls that I didn't recognize, and it all seemed too different. That's when it hit me.I realized that none of this was real at all, but just a dream inside my head. Not wanting to excite myself and wake up, I consciously regulated my breathing and walked back into the kitchen. My mom was still in there working on stirring something in a pan on the stove, so I walked up to her to talk. I told her it was a dream, and she flickered like a skipping record. She seemed stuck there flickering back and forth, so I decided to abandon her and see what fun I could have within the dream. Don't get me wrong now - I only abandoned her there because I knew she wasn't real. I started by going into the extra dining room and seeing what fun I could have with the actors and actresses. It turned out that we had the full cast of Mary Poppins eating at that table, so I figured I'd mess with them. I turned myself into a shadow (just because I wanted to, and it is so dang cool to be able to do that!) and slid under the table. Back under the table I reappeared in human form and went to each person one by one and made their chairs disappear out from under them. They all fell to the floor and were pleasingly confused and surprisingly outraged. I didn't expect them to be angry. I shadowed myself again and went out of the house. Now that I think about it, that was a really boring thing to do in a lucid dream. Damn. I went out into the yard and turned into a stereotypical 19th century poor kid (YEARS younger than I really was) and sneaked into some kind of outdoor concert thing where all of the old rich people were looking disapprovingly at me.

This is where the dream ends pretty much... It ended up being an extensively boring one (sorry) , but at least it was a lucid dream... Still more to come!

The following few posts will be excerpts directly from a journal that I have kept next-to my bed so I could record dreams as soon as I woke up.

This is an entry from my dream journal. I have taken it word for word and put it here for you. If it sounds a little hurried and rushed, I'm sorry, that was only because I wanted to get it all down before I forgot it.

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"I go into a house and go down a hall (I think there is a party going on) and sit down on a couch next to a girl in a pink dress. She says she loves me, I say I love her too. Some people drink from strange colored vials with colorful liquids in them and apparently that allows them to go into different rooms. The girl I love says she wonders what the yard is like. She takes a double-necked vial from a table, splits it in half somehow, and hands half of it to me. We go outside and on to a small hill and she tells mo to drink the liquid in the vial, but not all of it. I must leave some. When she drinks hers, she doubles over (apparently in pain) and exclaims 'This is sharper than Crux!' I ask her what 'Crux" is and she says it is a type of razor. I drink mine down very fast and it tastes like water. Apparently, by drinking these, we can go into different worlds. I loved that girl."

Hmmm... Weird. I probably should tell you that I fall in love with people in dreams sometimes and get very fixated on it while dreaming. Not lucid, but none of these excerpts will be.

This entry is more of a study of an object that I had in the dream than a dream itself... still, there wasn't much more to the actual dream anyway. Remember - this is copied word-for-word so please forgive me for any grammatical errors.

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"When you put on the flying goggles, you have the ability to fly when you jump off of a structure of some sort. Flying normally, the goggle lenses are transparent, but when you want to land, you focus your eyes just past the clear part of the lenses and the lenses turn green. The goggles automatically find good places to land. When a good place is found, that area will light up on the lenses. If you focus your vision just past the green lenses, you see the 'happiness meter.' The happiness meter is a little gauge similar to a tachometer that measures how much you are enjoying your flight."

Lots of dreams about specific objects. Still more of the same to come.

For this entry, you'll need a little bit of back-story. When I was in sixth grade, I had a teacher who everybody intelligent disliked. For the sake of protecting her identity I'll call just call her Ms. Shark. Ms. Shark was new to teaching 6th graders, and she had recently finished teaching kindergarten for a few years. This devastated the 6th graders in my class (it was mixed 5th & 6th grade) because the year before we had all had a very strenuous educational year with a brilliant science teacher and a social studies teacher who was just as good. Ms. Shark was akin to Dolores Umbridge of the Harry Potter book series in that she was intensely patronizing, hard on the punishments, an exceptionally horrendous teacher (we learned virtually nothing that year), and an altogether quite vapid person. Also like the Harry Potter books, the students rebelled against her. I was in the trio that led this revolution, and the whole of sixth grade was on our side. The 5th graders however, were a load of teacher's pets - immature, clingy, etc. In any case, we succeeded in making this teacher resign. Oh man... that was a lot of back-story.
This dream is basically a fantasized piece of a revolution against this same teacher but in a futuristic type of school.

This entry is NOT word-for-word from the journal.

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"Reconnaissance."
The word rang in my head like it had been said in an empty church. Echoing back and forth like a thrown rubber ball. We had been preparing for days, and now was the time for action. Reconnaissance was a word that could mean so many things, all of them true for us, but all of them not strong enough to describe our situation.
In the round gray room the team suited up. I would say we were doing this silently, but there was too much tension in the air to call it silence. Our last hope was on the line tonight, and the line had split into three. One line for each of our team. Our code-names described us better than our actual names.
Blaze - The real leader of this revolution. The mind behind the action. The originator of Operation Trident. She knows where it's all going.
Panda - The thinker for the revolution. The planner behind the missions. The originator of our secret communication system. She plans where it's all going.
Elf - That's me. I'm the actor on the stage of the revolution. The man at the front of the missions. The originator of our guerrilla techniques. I take it where it's all going.
Wrapped up in our stealth uniforms (designed by Panda and myself) we are human spiders - waiting quietly and invisibly until our moment presents itself. There is no need for speech as we stand waiting for the signal. Not even need for Panda's sign language. We all know what we need to do. We are the trident. The trident that will spear the Shark.

This is the beginning of the dream - more will follow

Glad to hear about your victory over your teacher. I led a similar revolt against my 11th grade french teacher. We make her cry. And I don't feel bad at all.