Thread: Record O' Dreams

I had at least three dreams last night. only remember tiny fragments, but after 3 or 4 days with no recal, i'll take what I can get...
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I'm in some large national park area, but it looks and feels like a local forest.
theres one decent sized hill, and a large clearing.
I'm there with maybe 10 other people, were all dressed in khaki outfits, like Steve Erwin used to rock. Theres a herd of Lions in this same clearing with us.
Everyone is scared. people are hurt and bleeding from being attacked by the lions. I remember just trying to stay by other people and not get seperated.
I start cutting up a loaf of bread, and feeding it to a hurt man.
I ask him why these lions are so violent. he tells me, "They're skitzophrenic. This whole place is skitzophrenic". thats all I remember.


It's night time and I'm at an outdoor party. It's at the bottom of a pretty large hill in a feild, right next to a forest. theres a street and old victorian houses at the top of the the hill. Theres a freight train there, although no tracks. people are painting graffiti on the train, drinking, and getting high.
The cops show up and everyone runs. I run up the hill and start walking casually to not attract attention. thats allI remember.

I'm walking around downtown with my friend Issac. were cutting thru a lot of back allys and narrow pathways. we keep coming to little dips in the street covered with frost. and sliding down them while standing. people laugh at us, and cheer us on. Issac's gone. I'm in some clothing store.
Theres an incredibly attractive girl working who I recognize from magazine ad's (though I don't think shes a real person). I tell her I want to kiss her.
I do, then I grab her hand and kiss it while walking toward the exit of the store. we get there and she punches me in the head and laughs playfuly.
thats all I remember.

Im watching a famous actor driving along in his car. (can't remember the name of the actor) I cant remember what happened before, but I remember he did something fucked up, and people wanted to kill him for it. Suddenly 2 cars pull up and box him in, and start firing handguns into his car. hes shot about a dozen times. and sits there trying to draw in breath, making wheezing and gargling sounds. I watched this happen from just outside the passenger window in his car. but it was like I wasn't there. like I was watching a movie.

Bad recall last night. only remember tiny fragments.
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I'm at some girls house who I knew in Highschool. Im kicking it with my old friends Jamie and Travis who I havent hung with in a long time.
We're in some back room by a huge bed, and they're laughing about the time
I had sex with some chick in the bed, and thats why it's tucked away in a back room. thats all I remember of the dream.

Im in a big warehouse with maybe 4 other people. we all have machine guns, and we're sweeping the warehouse looking for someone.
2 people walk in, and I yell for them to stop or we'll shoot. they keep walking towards, so we all start shooting at them. they keep walking towards us.
eventually I'm walking backwards infront of one of the guys, shooting him in the face. but i think the bullets are BBs. they bounce right off, he doesnt care at all. I stop shooting and ask him who he is. He tells me he has no name, and no destination. I get the feeling he's a robot, or an alien. something not human. he looks like Adam Sandler, and the other guy looks exactly the same. theyre both wearing the same red vest.

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thats all I can recall for the moment. I keep getting breif flashes of other dreams, like theyre on the tip of my mind, but i can't quite remember them.
I'll edit them in when/if I do.

Wow at guns being a common theme in all dreams so far. I don't own a gun, nor wish to. I hate guns. I have a few theories of why theyre popping up though.
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More fragments...

I'm outside in the parking lot of my neighborhood. I have a sniper rifle, and there's a plane flying over head.
For some reason im shooting at the plane. I hit it, and it turns around and starts swooping down towards me. I let off a couple more shots hoping to stop it before it gets to me. when that doesnt happen, I hid behind a dumpster. the plane swoops down, and then turns back towards the sky when its over top of me. the jet engines burn me up. I remember the air getting extremely heavy, and hot. I feel chared, and lay there on the ground. thats all i remember.

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More F**king guns, man. every dream. If I can learn to recognize dreams signs while dreaming, it appears becoming lucid will be a sure shot everynight if this trend continues.

I'm in a van with my mom. shes driving, im riding shotgun and we're driving near what seemed to be my old elementary school. We're looking for a "flank" of soldiers. we come to some construction, and have the option to turn left or right. If we turn left, because of how the construction is laid out, we can't come back, and have to keep going down a road. I tell her to turn left, she does. Moms gone, vans gone, and I'm a prisoner of war, held captive by the 'flank' we were looking for a minute ago. everything is now medival.
The soldiers are carrying spears and axes, and wearing chainmail and metal helmets. Were being held in what amounts to a small barn, except made of drywall. it's actually a fairly modern building. other things out-of-time with the medival theme also. another prisoner, a girl, is wearing Nike shoes.
Thru the windows of this place, i see lots of rolling green hills. it's actually a pretty nice view. theres also other buildings peppered on the landscape.

Im one of maybe 11 prisoners. some look like theyre from the modern times, others look like they were extras in the movie Braveheart.
The gaurds come in, and start killing prisoners. they stab a man repeatedly with a spear, he falls and lays motionless. it got worse though. They take the girl in the Nikes, and put her head in a wooden vice. She keeps saying, "I'm not going to like this very much" with her head in the vice. They yank down a handle on the vice, and her head cracks open in several places. spilling a dark liquid, though not blood, and a cloudy water like liquid.
I wasn't horrified at any of this. The whole dream I was kind of detatched.
for instance, when they put the girls head in the vice, I remember looking at the cloudy white liquid and thinking, "thats were thoughts come from", and I took note of how her body was laying. but I had no feelings of extreme fear
or sadness. the thought of my head being in a vice next, never crossed my mind. The gaurds left.

Im looking at who I percived as the "leader" of the prisoners. hes wearing a metal helmet that leaves only his cheeks, mouth, and eyes exposed.
while looking at him, I hear a narrative voice say something about a plan he has already set in action, as if this whole thing is a play, or movie.

Someone points out the window and tells us the other flank is approaching. I look to see an army of men marching into the area, all in helmets and masks covering their face. some masks were shapped like dragons, others just elaborate designs. I then realize what the 'narrator' had been talking about.
our 'leader' had our soldiers dress like the enemy, and march to where they were holding us. When they got close enough, they drew their swords and started killing the guards. I immediately picked up two spears and went to work helping them. I plunged 2 spears into a mans stomach repeatedly, twisting them while i did. There was one enemy soldier left, he took off running, I gave chase, along with 20 other people. We got him down, and began telling him we were going to kill him.
This is the first time I remember feeling emotion in the dream. I felt a lot of anger towards this man. I wanted him to suffer like the girl in the nikes, or the man who ate spears before her. I put the tip of my spear in his ear, and asked him if he could feel it. When I did this I felt it too, I could feel the metal of the spear scraping around my inner ear. I then plunged the spear forward, careful not kill him, because i wanted him to suffer. he screamed, and I saw blood start coming from his ear. The others started stabbing him, and I woke up.

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what a fucking crazy dream. Why didnt I feel any emotion while watching people get killed? It seems like this dream lasted a long time. It was the dream I was having when I woke up after sleeping for 10 hours, so I was experiencing the most REM sleep of the night, but even considering that, it felt long.

lmao, people are going to read thru my dream journal and think im a violent and crazy person. theres a trend of violence and death in my recorded dreams. that should inspire me to do an RC, since I dont see people getting killed, and im not killing people in real life. but no. Ive never done an RC in a dream, still havent been lucid.

After typing the above dream, I went to reading other things on the board.
and read something about a stripper, that brought another dream flooding back, that was lucid.(!!) I don't remember how i became lucid or what happened first...

I'm standing on the front step of my apartment. it's day time. I dont remember becoming lucid. I see some people standing outside of their apartment across the grass, and decide to fly over to them, to tell them I was dreaming. I leaped into the air, but didnt 'officialy' fly. more like floated a good distance from the jump. If i closed my eyes for a moment and concentrated, and i could prolong the floating into what seemed more like flying, but not quite. I don't remember thinking about how cool it was to be flying, which leads me to believe i wasnt very high on the lucidity scale.
I land by them just as theyre going inside. one girl is still outside though, who happens to be pretty attractive.
I walk up to her and tell her I'm dreaming. she smiles. and i say, "so..you wanna go have sex then, or what?" she smiles again. and we start walking to the side of the building. were looking for a descreet spot, then I remember this is all a dream, and we don't need a discreet spot. I tell her this, and shes cool with it. I'll spare folks the details, but we did the deed.
I remember feeling the dream fade slightly, and bringing it back a little by concentrating on little things, but eventually, It ended.

word up. Third lucid dream of my life, (that I remember), first since joining the board. the last one was months, and months ago.
looking forward to more, now that I broke the ice with the first one. even if I did just use it for sex. heh.

more tiny fragments..

Saw an atmosphere show last night. Had a dream that I was back at the concert, they were performing the same set again, and i stuck around to watch it. slug wasn't rocking a pedophile mustache like he was in real life.

Im sitting in my kitchen with a gun. dont think it was loaded. im aiming at stuff and pulling the trigger. was thinking about the movie Collateral while doing it.

im a lego man, watching myself from 3rd person POV walking around a little lego building.
remember almost nothing about the dream except that image. need to get my recall going. its lacking severly at the moment.

Lego dreams would be so great! That's awesome that you were a lego man.

Awesome dreams man, very exciting! I look forward to reading more!

I especially like the one with the T-Rex and the train car. That seems pretty intense. It's amazing how the scale of things in dreams never makes sense, but always seems to work
IE T-Rex perched in a tree

Originally Posted by The Cusp

Lego dreams would be so great! That's awesome that you were a lego man.

Yeah, I wish I could recall more of it. thats a cool concept for a dream.

Originally Posted by ElectricWojo

Awesome dreams man, very exciting! I look forward to reading more!

I especially like the one with the T-Rex and the train car. That seems pretty intense. It's amazing how the scale of things in dreams never makes sense, but always seems to work
IE T-Rex perched in a tree

I cant avoid sleep, so ill be happy to keep you entertained.

Originally Posted by awoke

lmao, people are going to read thru my dream journal and think im a violent and crazy person. theres a trend of violence and death in my recorded dreams. that should inspire me to do an RC, since I dont see people getting killed, and im not killing people in real life. but no. Ive never done an RC in a dream, still havent been lucid.

Don't worry about that (what people think.) I think everyone here knows you can't judge people by their dreams, at least I hope so because I wouldn't want to be judged by mine either ! Maybe the violent ones are just extra-vivid, so you can remember those better. It does seem to be a good dream-sign for you; hopefully you can make use of that.

Originally Posted by awoke

After typing the above dream, I went to reading other things on the board.
and read something about a stripper, that brought another dream flooding back, that was lucid.(!!) I don't remember how i became lucid or what happened first...

That is so cool when that happens--I've done that before, then I realize that if I wasn't trying to practice recall, I would have forgotten a lucid forever.

Originally Posted by awoke

Third lucid dream of my life, (that I remember), first since joining the board. the last one was months, and months ago.
looking forward to more, now that I broke the ice with the first one. even if I did just use it for sex. heh.

Flying and sex, that's what lucids are for!! Oh yea, also self-improvement, enlightment, spiritual communication, blah blah blah, don't forget!

went to sleep at around 2am. my friend came by around 8:30 and woke me up, i talked to him for a minute, and when he left I went back to sleep. (spent maybe 5 minutes talking to him). I was thinking about lucid dreaming when I went back to sleep, and had my longest and most vivid lucid to date...
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I'm in a hotel in NewYork. I can see the skyline from my window.
My mom, sister, and nephew are staying in a different room.
my friend (the one who woke me up) is there. He tells me he saw 8 sticks of dynamite in the basement of the hotel, and he needs to tell someone.
He then grabs a video camera and heads for the basement to film them.
People start gathering in the halls of the hotel, and the lights begin to flicker on and off. I realize he wasnt lying about the dynamite, and start running for the stairs. I remember my family is in another room, and turn around to go get them. I run up to my mom and tell her whats going on, she doesnt belive me. I can feel the whole building swaying slightly, so I grab her by the shoulders and shake her, look her straight in the eyes and say "mom, I think this is real". She falls to the ground crying. and then I questioned it. "wtf am i doing in Manhatten?". started walking towards a balcony and did an RC. plugged my nose. breathing. I walked out onto the balcony of this hotel. we were probably 30 stories up, and im scared of heights. i jump into the air and floated, just to be sure if dreming. I then saw my friend leap off the balcony, and figured fuck it... I leaped off after him. started half flying and half falling. I landed on a smaller balcony maybe 4o feet off the ground. there was a metal ring hanging from a rope. (no idea what the rope was attached to. looked like it came from the sky). I grabbed it and started swinging spider man style. Was swinging fast, far, and really high. shit was fun.
Let go of that and landed on the ground. I was outside, its daytime and im in a park. theres a lot of people walking around. I walk up to one girl and tell her were dreaming, to which she replies, "i dont give a fuck about that shit". New Yorkers eh? I laugh and keep walking. I decide to go see an ex girlfriend from back in the day. I walk in to an area that has a lot of small cottages. I pick one and decide she'll be in there, I walk in and say her name, and she stands up and comes over to me happy to see me. old friends from that same time in my life are there too. One of the guys is missing an arm and his face is disfigured. I realize he just returned from Iraq, and was in a humvy that rolled over an IED. even though i know for a fact he didnt go to iraq IRL. My ex girl has a TON of speakers and mixers in her cottage. she takes me around showing them to me. I felt the dream slip a little bit, and started concentrating on the detail of things. and wow, shit was life like. there was this old rusted pipe running down from the ceiling. I look closely at it, and feel the the texture of it. I remember being suprised at how real it was. I leave the cottage and decide to try and fly. and I cant very well. more like hover while moving slowly. I tried holding my arms in front of me superman style, but to no avail. i try to will myself to fly higher and faster. nothing. I take to foot agin. and end up in a small bar. Im talking to some girl at the bar, when I wake up.


this shit was awesome. had to contain a small rush of excitement when I did the nose RC. I know im missing part of the lucid, but oh well. It felt somewhat long, so I cant recall all details.

Also, I think this might have been a WILD. because i can remember laying on the bed in the manhatten hotel room in the same possition I was laying in real life when I went back to bed, and I see the reflection of the manhatten skyline on the wall, which was plaster, same as the walls in my apartment. The sun was coming up, and I decide to wake up and go watch the sunrise, since its not everyday I get the chance to watch the sunrise in manhatten. I didnt include that in the above lucid though, because I didnt know I was dreaming at that point, and I dont have any memory of a transition from waking life to dreaming. so im hesitant to call it a WILD. it was cool as shit eitherway though.

another dream from last night. This was before the lucid, but I typed up the lucid first because I wanted to recall as much as possible.

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Its night time and winter. Im on the North Side of my city walking home.
Im walking by the bank, enjoyng the snow and calming effect it brings. everythings calm and silent. I get to my apartment and my dads there. theres someone els there I cant recall, and they tell me theres a huge anti-war protest taking place in my city. I go looking for the protest to join it.
Never make it though, end up in the basement of some huge factory that has conveyor belts running everywhere. Im sitting on them being zipped around. Im actually enjoying this. theres another guy riding them, who seems to take the roll of "guide". (not dream guide. but guide as if these conveyor belts where some kind of corperate safari). theres also a little kid riding them.
I see a little of myself in this kid, although I dont know why. he keeps falling of the conveyor belt and getting scared, each time i reach down and pull him back up onto the conveyor belts. thats all I remember.

Originally Posted by Moonbeam

Don't worry about that (what people think.) I think everyone here knows you can't judge people by their dreams, at least I hope so because I wouldn't want to be judged by mine either ! Maybe the violent ones are just extra-vivid, so you can remember those better. It does seem to be a good dream-sign for you; hopefully you can make use of that.



That is so cool when that happens--I've done that before, then I realize that if I wasn't trying to practice recall, I would have forgotten a lucid forever.



Flying and sex, that's what lucids are for!! Oh yea, also self-improvement, enlightment, spiritual communication, blah blah blah, don't forget!

lol, nah, im not really worried people will think im crazy.
I remember once being asked the question, "if you could watch your dreams on TV after waking up, but your family and friends had to be their watching them with you, would you watch them?". I was the only one in the group who answered yes. everyones els was worried they'd be embarrased.

yeah, it was great to suddenly remember that lucid. was my first one ine maybe 6 months too. so i was that much happier upon suddenly remembering it.

haha @ the last bit. I completely agree. just had to give it a go in my first lucid since trying to have them.

Originally Posted by awoke

"if you could watch your dreams on TV after waking up, but your family and friends had to be their watching them with you, would you watch them?".

:popcorn: :paranoid: :blush:

(Smileys appear to be broke...well, anyway...no way in hell!)

First WILD....

I woke up this morning, and tried to recall my dreams right away, I could recall only fragments of the last dream i had. I thought about getting out of bed to go type them up, but was still really tired. then I thought about how i didnt want to sleep in late like i did yesterday. somewhere in the midst of thinking about these two things, I started to drift back to sleep. First it felt like my body was "jumping", like someone was standing under my mattress and pushing it up, then letting it go. I had my eyes open, (I think, unless I was already dreaming at this point and didnt know it, dont think i was though). I was looking at the ceiling, when it started to 'breath'. each time it expanded it got closer and closer, pretty fast. I thought it might smash into me, but chilled. then it stopped, but still seemed really close. I remembered reading about how this happened to TwoShadows, and how she reached out and touched it. I tried and sure enough, I touched the ceiling.
I stood up out of bed and did a nose RC. breathing. (I love the feeling of that). I thought about throwing on some clothes, since i was in only my boxers. but figured fuck it, this is all in my head right? I went into the upstairs hallway. everything was a little out of focus and blurry. i got down on my hands and knees to look at, and feel the texture of the carpet, hoping that would bring some clarity. it did, but not a whole heaping amount of it. I looked at my hands, and some of my fingers were really short and stubby. others were skinny and longer than normal. they looked a little like monkey hands. I walked downstairs, my dad was sleeping sitting up on the couch. There was a Violin next to him. I walked into the kitchen and theres more violins. I figure they must belong to the community center in my neighborhood. I pick one up and out of a case with blue velvet interior, and pluck the strings, thinking about how i played violin for 2 years in elementary school. the strings were all loose and out of tune. I put it back in it's case and decided to go outside. I started to walk towards the door, when I woke up. I did the nose RC to make sure it wasn't an FA. no dice, i was awake.

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This was cool though, man. I've attempted WILDS at least three times with no luck. I usually end up laying there for an hour or more, with a whole bunch of weird physical sensations, but no dreaming. eventually get frustrated and just go to sleep. today it happened fast. I was in a lucid in minutes.
The last lucid dream I had was with WBTB DILD. although even with that I thought a WILD was part of it, but couldnt be sure. basicaly, I need to start doing WBTBs. both lucids came from them, both times waking up and going back to sleep wasn't intentional. so, i'll start WBTBs often. I think it'll have good results for me.

left the house as soon as i woke up today, only remember peices..

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Im walking through dense woods at night, with maybe 6 other people. some I know, some I don't. I spot a bear with my flashlight, snd tell everyone to stop, don't run, and walk backwards very slowly. they do, i keep my eye on the bear and walk backwards. next thing i know where walking back down the trail, but this time i'm riding a giraff. I feel like the elevation will keep me safe. we arrive at a really steep dropoff. i suddenly think the giraff won't be able to make it down the hill. hes running towards it with some good speed. I hop off at the ast second. then I see the bear again, and start trying to run.
then I woke up.

can't recall the other ones, i'll have to edit them in if I do.

Originally Posted by awoke

First WILD....

Congratulations; those are so hard (for me anyway.) I don't like WBTB, maybe that's why. I usually just fall asleep, but sometimes the failure will result in a DILD, so it's OK. I'm finding out that WILD's are better for high-level lucids tho.

yeah, im not a fan of WBTBs either, both of them were unintentional, but they seem to help a lot in becoming lucid, so i'll give them a shot for a while.
and yeah, i figured WILDs werent for me, but i wasnt even trying when that one happened, i just noticed it was happening, and continued to let it.

easy..

another WBTB WILD.

Woke up this morning, and decided not to get out of bed, instead i wanted to see if i could WILD. within 10 minutes I was lucid. WILDing this way works perfect for me.

I was laying in bed, and just let my thoughts wander. I was thinking of sitting in a car, slowly I was sitting in a car. I knew I was dreaming, but couldn't see anything, like I couldnt open my eyes, not sure how I got over that hurdle, but Im looking thru the windsheild of a red sports car, in the parking lot of my neighborhood. Its day time and nice weather. Im pretty uncomfortable in this car. I think I may have been laying uncomfortably and that was somehow transfering to my dream. wasn't waking me up though, So i didn't pay it much attention. I back out and start driving, i drive up onto a highway and floor it. musta been doing over 100 mph, passing all cars on the road. I remembered how I never said outloud "im dreaming" in my other dreams, and wondered if they lacked clarity becaue of it. Seeing how I'm doing a hundred miles an hour, I had a little adrenaline and just screamed "Im dreaming!!" this did focus everything a little more. I've found myself on a country road. theres a lot of small hills, and forested areas around. I see a group of people in a field byu the road talking, and mash the breaks and turn the car hard, drift into the feild and come to a stop. I get out and notice a really fly girl, without even saying anything to her, She asks the other DCs shes with, if she can step away for a second. She walks over to me, its my ex, we walk away from the group, in so many words, i tell her we should fuck, she asks if it could wait until later, because she has stuff to do with the group she was with. I say, "why? this is a dream". Her face lights up and she says, "well shit, you want to do it then?". BANG, the dream goes to black, I chill myself out, and bring it back, i was suprised at how well this worked, I was in exactly the same place with the same person. I decide to give lucid sex one more shot with her, as soon as I get her pants off, BANG, dreams black again. again I'm able to bring it back. I learn my lesson this time, and leave. Im back in the car driving. theres some chick I dont know riding along. although she disapears quickly. I find myself at some warehous at night. I think about stuff to do with the lucidity I have left, I think about riding a weather ballon into the sky and jumping off, or, given the shady warehouse surrounding I find myself in, maybe a gunfight. just then I see a guy outside working. He asks me what im doing here, i tell him im looking for someone. Then another guy walks out, this one carrying a big wrench. he starts walking towards me talking shit. and I think "ohhh shit" lucid fighting. nice, imma whip the shit outta these guys. wrong.
I went into that reall wack dream fighting mode. were all your punches are slow and akward. somewhere in the midst of wrestling the wrench from this guys hands, I lost lucidity. The dream kept going for a minute, and got weird. like, my friend showing up, and tlelling me the stats of the people I was fighting. I saw small clips from other fights of theirs etc.. then I woke up.

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I was happy with this though. im three for three with these WBTBs.
this lucid was lacking a little in the control department, but it was pretty vivid, more vivid than the others I'd say. and seemed to last a good chunk of time.

The old slow punch, always seems to happen at the worst times.

Weird how it kept blacking out while you were trying to seal the deal. Cool that you were able to bring the scene back.

Another one! I'm getting jealous. I keep struggling with this. I do it like you do too; just stay awake for a few minutes. I almost did it last night but I had a semi-lucid DILD instead. And a similar problem, now that I think about it.

Congrats anyway tho!

Originally Posted by The Cusp

The old slow punch, always seems to happen at the worst times.

Weird how it kept blacking out while you were trying to seal the deal. Cool that you were able to bring the scene back.

yeah, good ole' dream punching. it happened to me all the time when i was younger.

Originally Posted by Moonbeam

Another one! I'm getting jealous. I keep struggling with this. I do it like you do too; just stay awake for a few minutes. I almost did it last night but I had a semi-lucid DILD instead. And a similar problem, now that I think about it.

Congrats anyway tho!

thank ya thank ya. not exactly sure why its working so well for me. but im hoping it'll continue this way.

tried another WBTB WILD this morning, no wild, but a lucid...

I'm driving in an old blue car. Im on a residential street, and see a police blockade up ahead. doesnt make me nervous, but i start driving really terribly by accident. Im trying to take off my jacket while driving towards the blockade. It feels like I can't quite reach the break pedal, and when I do, it won't go down very far, so its impossible to stop. I hop the curb and go around the blockade. I realize theyre going to pull me over for this, but still can't stop the car. a few minutes later, i finally get it stopped. a female police officer walks up to the window and asks me why I ran the blockade, in an angry voice. I reply, "youre probably not going to believe me, but I was lucid dreaming while driving, so i couldnt stop the car". lol, i wasnt even lucid at that point. she walks back to her car to do something. i feel the car starting forward, and in a flash, im back in my neighborhood. I see the car i was just driving parked. Im walking back to my apartment cursing myself out for running from the police. I know they have my plate numbers.
Then I start thinking about how I have no memory of going from being stopped by the cop, to now being home. I look at my hands, theyre all messed up. I have four little stubby triangular shapped fingers on each hand.
I start laughing with the relife of not being in legal trouble anymore.
I stop walking towards my apartment, and turn around and yell, "raaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrghhhhhh" for the hell of it. I see a chick walking by, i go talk to her. in no time flat were having sex on the sidewalk.
I wake up a few minutes later, and theres 2 girls in my bed. then I wake up foreal..
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man, I'm happy im having so many lucids, but they all seem to end up with sex. which obviously isnt the worst thing that can happen. but its like my lucid mind has trouble thinking of other things. as soon as i realise im dreaming, i see a hot chick and just instinctively go grab her titties.
i'd like to fly, talk to my reflection etc... but I can never remember to do the shit im actually interested in doing in lucids. need to work on control.

I'm in some kind of car race. theres like 15 cars in the running, and no prize for winning. lil' Bow Wow is the driver of another car. I walk up to his car before the race, and tell him he's wack as shit, and i'm going to beat him because he sucks. The race starts and I speed off ahead of everyone. Im watching it from 3rd person POV. My friend James is driving a robotic Dinosaur in the race, which wasn't out of place at the time. The whole dream was kind of cartoony, Like it's playing out with videogame graphics.
I end up wrecking my car, I steal some other guys car to continue the race. His car is slow and has close to no visibilty, everything looks even more videogame-esque in this car.

I don't remember the race ending, but the robotic dinosaur my friend was driving becomes the center of the dream. it's like a videogame, you have to ride around on thsi robot, making it eat police cars and army tanks. I play the game once, and then watch my friend play. the dream ends.

I'm in some huge hotel standing in an elevator thats zipping to the top, fast.
Theres an elevator attendant, dressed like its the 1930's. theres maybe 4 other people in the elevator. The elevator is getting more and more unstable. It starts to rock almost uncontrolably. The doors slide open and more people dressed like its the 30's pile in. I realize this will probably put us over the weight limit since it's already shaking so much. I notice were on the 114th floor. I push past everyone piling on and get off. The whole hotel is like a haunted house. each room has its own "badguy". I see some little girl whos obviously frightened. SO i pick her up and take her to her room, and try to get her to relax and go to sleep. Someone who knows this little girl comes in, and takes her off my hands. I leave and walk into another room. theres a big bed with the headboard against a wall. I walk up to the bed, and a pair of arms spring out of the mattress and grab my wrists, trying to pull me into the mattress. I pull back, trying to pull this thing out of the mattress, thinking i'd have a better chance in winning the fight. I pull as hard as I can, and the head and Torso of this thing come out of the mattress. Its a weird looking guy/thing with long arms, and its wearing a weird helmet. Reminded me a little of the Prymid Head guy from Silient hill. His eyes and mouth are exposed.
I get my hands free, and he grabs my friend whos now in the room. I see a skateboard and grab. I start swinging for the fences trying to cave this things face in. Im hitting it in the teeth with the skateboard wheels as hard as i possibly can, and it doesnt seem to notice. another friend of mine walks in and grabs a skateboard too. were both standing there wailing on this things face with skateboards, but it doesnt let go. the dream ends.

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I wasn't scared at any time in that last dream though. almost like i knew what was going to happen, like it was all staged, or it was a themepark attraction where i know the dangers not real. maybe i half knew it was all a dream.
pretty weird dream regardless.

Originally Posted by awoke

the robotic dinosaur my friend was driving becomes the center of the dream. it's like a videogame, you have to ride around on thsi robot, making it eat police cars and army tanks.

I'd play a game like that!

I love the way the second dream ended, with you two wailing on the matress monster with skateboards. Fantastic image.