Shinjiro's Lucid Journal

[Pancaka]

THIS IS NO LONGER MY DREAM JOURNAL. CLICK THE LINK IN MY SIGNATURE TO GO TO THE ONE I AM USING NOW. I am going to start posting my Lucid dreams in this thread, but I'll only be posting non-lucids I really like. I am going to start with the latest from last night. I'm pretty sure it went into another dream so I will spare the boring stuff. I was on a roll with school dreams (which usually happens when I'm on a break), but this time I was in third grade. I always wished I could go back and be a child again, but with the same mind, so when I realized I was in third grade I said "Finally, I'm younger again!" The teacher came into vision and gave me a quick hiss to be quiet. She began her lesson on something I didn't know or care about. All I could concentrate on was my eight year old body. I started to feel my face working up to my hair. When I got there, I came to a surprising revelation. My hair was longer than I would have liked, so I freaked and blurted out "Oh shit my head!" I quickly clamped my hands over my mouth, but the teacher didn't even hear. As I rubbed my head I began to think logically. Now c'mon. I know I've wanted this, but is it real? is it a dream? I looked up at the clock and when I questioned the dream I guess I started getting lucid. My vision started to distort and tunneled. I became lucid and the other DC's disappeared I stood up on my chair looking towards the corner of the room. I levitated towards the corner trying to go through the wall into another dream scene. I got cold feet about jetting face first into a wall so I stopped. I decided I would spin and enter another dream scene. While still a foot off the ground, I spun with my eyes closed, slowly at first and then working up to a high speed like a tornado I thought and started spinning faster and faster. As I spun I could feel a cool breeze across my face and hear the wind whistling along as if I was on a high cliff. I opened my eyes and stopped spinning. I was above the clouds free falling. The clouds looked like giant clumps of cotton and the wind wasn't as intense as I would've liked it. I tumbled through the barrier of clouds, spiraled out of them and burst forward, at mach speed. Diving towards the earth, I saw a ship in the harbor below with my friend on it. "Im lucid!" I shouted to him. I think this is where I started to lose my lucidity very steadily. I shot back up into the clouds and when I came back down I clung to the wing of what looked like a metal dragon, Dive bombing towards earth. My perspective shifted to third person as I rode down and then shifted back into first person. There were a few other mechanical animals, like a weird dolphin/tortoise thing. It's right around here that I lost lucidity. It drifted off into a mission about getting the third harry potter book for a library. I went to go find someone who I thought should have it and on the way I had to go through the school (looked different though). There was a creepy looking guy who from the back looked like a guy I know named Matt. Leather jacket, funny hat, round shades, but this guy was uglier and creepier.He even had a big purple M on his hat. I've seen him in dreams before...I think he's stalking me. I cant remember now what made me wake up, but I was happy and relieved that my dryspell had ended. I think that I may have been partially lucid throughout because it was very vivid and for once I wasn't a retard...maybe it's all the school dreams. I'll try to put up some art relating to the dream too, but later.

[Caradon]

Congratulations! great job getting Lucid. That was an awsome one too. I loved how you were able to spin yourself into the sky like that. And I can so imagine how fun it must have been for you, dive bombing towards the earth. Must have been pretty interesting seeing all those mechanical animals. And a dragon too! I really want to see a dragon in a Lucid. Keep up the good work. The title of your thread is great too!

[Moonbeam]

Good job on that spinning! I've never spun like that before, that's cool the way you ended up in the clouds. I always forget to spin, I'll have to remember to try that.

[Pancaka]

I'll make this shorter than I would've liked since my ING REPLY WAS LOST!!! I had a dream much like the game "Portal" but I had something that I marked portals with on surfaces with circles. I can remember zipping from location to location, but not much else. Then from last nights dreams. There was a movie theater, my brother and I were there. After finishing our movie I sneaked into a thriller about a half green and half red snake. I didn't follow the plot too well. I realized that my brother is waiting for me so I left. The theater was really fancy looking (oddly enough) and had two gated entrances which we left through. I'll skip the next couple of short dreams and get to the better one. I guess we were at a big, pretty fancy hotel (even though it looked more like a big apartment complex) where we were traveling as a group I guess. It was about ten to fifteen girls and about the same amount of boys. I think I may have known some of the girls, but of the boys I only knew two: My brother and some guy Kyle. In this dream, no one was really themselves, including me! Some blond guy, my brother and I were at this big gate to the pool (which I guess separated our section from the section the girls were staying in). The blond guy made some proposition to the girls, most likely for us all to go somewhere. Apparently we had just left the pool, since we were all wearing bathing suits. The girls quickly left the pool grabbed their towels and started up the stairs. The other two left just as they were getting out but I dragged behind. As they traveled up the stairs I just stared...at what, you should be able to tell. It turns out that Kyle was getting in the way of my brother getting a girl. His intentions were in no way honorable and that was proved by the way he intended to get rid of Kyle. He was trying to hire some of the guys to basically disfigure Kyle since the girl only liked men for their looks. What was awkward is the fact that, in the dream Kyle was ripped...which is weird because Kyle is a nerdy guy... Anyway I was trying to...not really dissuade the guys from doing it but I was just bringing up the point that a girl who only likes guys for their looks isn't really gonna have the strongest moral fiber. Later, I guess we were in a club. I'm pretty sure my brother didn't have any luck getting Kyle out of the picture, I'm also pretty sure that plenty of the group was intoxicated. I don't partake however so I just lounged on one of the couches. My brother came up to me signaling for us to go. This is where I got weird. I replied to my brother by raising a finger and saying "Nah... I got my eye on something..." Like a sleeze, I was staring at one of the drunk girls, through my shades (I don't wear shades). She occupied half of the parallel couch about 15 feet across the room with her legs stretched up into the air, crossing them at the ankles leading up to her black heels. She didn't wear much. Only a thin white tank top and some small, tight, black, spandex shorts. The drink was tilted awkwardly in her hand and her head was tilted back on the arm of the couch. Her skin shone in the red light of the club, tiny beads of sweat, traveling down her chest-- ALRIGHT THAT'S ENOUGH!!! I think I might have ended up in the back of the club where there were more women, but I woke up shortly after. I kept trying to get back to sleep hoping to get lucid and see that dragon from my recent LD. I tried again to WILD, but I keep having to breathe funny and then I have to swallow and it's really annoying. Well... The dream was weird but the fun part about it was probably the scenery... lol that sounded pretty funny if you think about it, but I meant it in the serious way. Well, I'm hoping for my next LD to come soon, hopefully I'll get into a good situation where I can LD. I really want to get some earplugs and a blindfold for naps... and an alarm clock so I can try DEILD. Those sound easy enough. And maybe some B6 supplements... but I'm getting ahead of myself...

[Pancaka]

These are from my dream log on my PC. I took out a couple because they were small and insignificant. I'll probably do more editing later, but...yeah. There are some inside jokes and other references you might not get, especially if they are from video games, Caradon. Also there are a lot of names, but I'll try to clear those up if I feel like it. These are some of my favorite dreams too, so I hope you enjoy them like I did. Dream Log Log 1 Date: unknown It was almost like an assembly. We watched these people who made these things either out of clay or stone or something. Everyone made these Tiki faced stone things some were long others were not but they all looked generally the same. It looked like we were looking down on a convention floor. One man made something really spectacular. It was boxed shape and had a wooden frame. It was clearly clay but then something happened. It fell apart and its walls turned suddenly into wet pulpy paper. A doll fell out of it for some reason. He moaned tragically as if he were about to cry. As it crumbled to the ground others tried to help him clean up the mess. I sat next to the stands in a chair rather than in them and I was not even a single step from the exit. I was right next to the teacher and right across from these really immature guys about my age who were sitting next to Alyssa - who for some reason was all dressed up and giving me a very demeaning look. She was looking at me the whole time, with this smirk making me feel pathetic. Those immature guys were giving me crap and annoying me, but when I looked to see him he vanished. I just brushed it off and squeezed more firmly into my denim jacket. The teacher said something but I can’t remember what. Finally she said something like “There he is,” or “There.” I saw the kid wearing a hat he looked a mix between Jacob and Austin. The remains of the piece of artwork lay on the floor being picked up mournfully by the man and some woman and I could hear the kid say something to the affect of “Oh yes. I’d like to see her tits!” I looked over at him with the thought of killing him when Alyssa starts saying something to me. The words were so resounding, like she was projecting them into my head. She said (for whatever reason) “You’re so fake,” but I just took it as her being a bitch (which is odd). She said some other things, but I can’t quite remember them. I once again shifted angrily in my uncomfortable jacket. I was angry at the teacher, at the idiots across the room and at Alyssa. I left the room hastily, leaving the jacket behind. I stepped out the door to a night scene with some lights hanging overhead in a courtyard and it looked about fall time. On the plateau just outside the exit there were these strange bars that stood about three to four feet off of the ground. As I left Alyssa followed, clutching her over coat holding it tightly over her dress (it was big and fluffy, she probably would’ve needed it since it was cold). She was insisting (or so I think) that I was no fun, but she still looked at me with a smile and approached me. We sat on the odd bars for a while and then for some reason that I can’t quite recall, I started jumping through the bars weaving between them and maneuvering all around the bars. I was doing something that resembled that gymnastic sport (pommel horse). She thought it was entertaining and she was surprised. Others came. Ali, Roberto, Maria (“D-cups”) and what looked to be Maria’s child. As I hopped around things got a bit crazy, my vision was becoming blurred as I drifted in and out of third and first person view. Ali was being funny (as usual) and had a can of whipped cream (coohwep!) and was messing with the baby. He put some whipped cream on it and started blurting out Spanish gibberish and shouted something hilarious that had to do with “mardi- gras.” It was about then that I woke up though. At least I saw Alyssa again, since she moved to Las Vegas. Log 2 Date: August 10, 2007 SHOWDOWN: Cyborg Ninja vs. Vamp! I guess that my video game play transfers over to some of my dreams. I dreamt I was in a Ninja Raiden Suit that was colored more like the previous cyborg ninja. I fought vamp, and a possessed version of myself in a pool like thing (not very exciting and looked kind of like a hot tub) I was told by some wise being that I was supposed to get help from some fat, stupid, shut-in. He didn’t serve his purpose and so as Vamp forced the knife closer to my throat and I struggled violently against him, calling for help, calling for the idiot in the recliner to take a knife from the conveniently placed cutting block, and stab the now vulnerable vamp in his back, but the imbecile started shouting in frustration “NOT NOW! I’M DYING!” In a video game no less (lesson?)! HE’S DYING? He started to stomp out of the room saying things like “You made me die!” as he left my vision through a hallway (most likely to get more snacks), crushing my hope for survival. Vamp saw that I was off guard and rather than stabbing me pushed and pulled me in all different directions, both of us still holding the knife. He then threw me out of the pool, wrestling the knife from my hands. As I crashed down hard on the tiles below, my blurred vision quickly switched from third to first person. I looked at him as my vision started to fade even more, with that smile on his face. He jumped from the pool and came down on me with the knife through my throat, causing me to start over again (like a video game). My vision faded in and suddenly I was in a hallway, which for some reason had no distinction or preference between being indoors or out. As I wandered down the hall I looked into a room that seemed to be prepped for a photo shoot. I could see lights, a bed and some people, the one that caught my eye just happened to be a gorgeous blonde woman (most likely the model). She leaned against the bed talking to a man with a ponytail, a clipboard a turtleneck and a headset. She looked about 5’9’’, with short hair, wearing white shorts, and a white t-shirt. For some reason I couldn’t look away from her, as I wandered down the hall backwards. She looked at me with an odd expression that was a mix of worry, and intrigue (probably because I was staring at her like a dumbfounded little animal). As I wandered deeper through the hall it started to look a lot more like our house. I can’t remember much else but I think that I faced Vamp once more, but never prevailed. Log 3 Date: August 20, 2007 SHOWDOWN: Me vs. Matt! Matt, Mom and I were in the car. Matt was talking about something, when at some point I notice his sister is riding shotgun. Matt is angry about something and says something to the affect of “My mom’s family is not stupid!” (which is a bit odd, since he hates his family) so I said something like “Your mom’s family is stupid and the rest of your family is too!” so he started punching me in the face. They were weak and so I told him he couldn’t beat me. Someone told mom to pullover so that we could fight and surprisingly she was right on it! We parked the car in a parking lot and we all rushed out of the car. At first Matt and I started pussy fighting. Sure it was lame, but it got better when Matt went into a kung-fu pose (WHAAAAAA!). I could even hear the gong. Then we started throwing some punches, but Matt started running away (bitch tactic!). I chased him but I could hardly move since I was doing that floating slow walk. I ended up chasing him into what looked like a shop with big windows, but it had bookcases and curtains behind the windows and it was very dark. I could only feel Matt’s blows but could see nothing. We continued fighting and somehow made it outside our house (but it was way different. I could see Sam and Israel (“Pepper spray”) playing video games inside through a big window. I threw Matt into the window and then went to the opposite wall. Sam and Israel’s responses were not what I was expecting though. The only thing that got out of them was something like “Whoa! …It’s Matt.” “Yeah! I know. It’s…wow…we should like…get out or something.” “Yeah, I know! Huh?” Matt was out cold on the other side of the wall, so I used telekinesis to push and pull him into the wall, bashing his head in. I went around meeting him and I found myself wandering through some broken down tenements. Suddenly, Matt burst through a wall looking like a buff, cyborg Darth Maul (I want to be Darth Maul)! He and I were now wearing something like Mandalorian armor, with cybernetic backpacks with little robot arms and gadgets. He emerged from the dust bloody and angry, with bandages over one eye and his forehead. “Look what you did! That shit was uncalled for!” (Charlie Murphy) We started fighting again now going through the hall. It got really tough for me when he started pulling out all the gadgets. There were these floating laser beam things that when connected unleashed a powerful attack. Everything got slow-motion and I even had a targeting reticule. I was in mid air destroying all of his gadgets, kicking him in the face and then we got to the end of the hall (which for some reason ended the whole tenement thing), where I kicked him into the room. There were explosions, and then he flew in slow-motion into the wall above the bed and then onto the bed causing a humongous crack in the wall. He was on his back almost knocked out. I jumped over his ragged remains and finished him off, as I punched him three times I said, as I held the armor on his chest… THIS!!! IS!!! SPARTAAAA!!!! I killed him (at least I think) and I threw his body from my bed and then Amani and I had some really disgusting pancakes, I had a dream stomach ache and that was the end of it. Log 4 Date: August 25, 2007 Second Lucid: The Good Lounge, the Bad Lounge and the Ugly Lounge! I was drifting off to sleep trying to think of ways to attain lucidity. I thought, as I grew ever more exhausted what if I thought of rubbing my hands together without actually doing it and then look down (in my imagination) at my hands rubbing together? I tried it out and it worked. I felt as if I was being sucked through some kind of wormhole. I could see a dream scene of a really nice lounge. Everything was spinning and as I rubbed my hands together things were becoming clearer. I tried screaming, but could hardly muster it. All I could hear was a faint shouting that sounded like it was drowned out and in the distance. Things were slow, bright and blurry. I was trying to focus myself and the thing that I think brought me to focus up was that I saw Dad sitting in a nice chair near the bar. He looked really relaxed too. He was “drinking” something, but he actually had some powder stuff in a cup (it did look tasty though) I said something to him along the lines of “Baba? What are you doing here?” “Oh, hey Omar. Just relaxing.” This was understandable in a nice place like that. I wandered across the room hastily to check the place out. I was looking at a corner that lead to a hall that had a big window to my right letting in beautiful light that shone beautifully on the crystal that balanced mystically on the fountain in the corner. As I stepped forward to continue…I woke up (but I am still debating weather or not this was a false awakening). I went back to sleep and I was once again dreaming about lounges, but the lounge I visited next was…not quite as classy. It was a hobo lounge. I was on the rooftop with an old black coat on. I was checking out the scenery (but was no longer lucid) As I bent over the concrete wall to see the city below, the roof started to crumble. The wall leaned against went first causing me to fall. I was hanging for my dream life as the rest of it started to go. Cars tumbled past me crushing deep into the building causing a large crack. As it cracked more I saw an available ledge to grab below me. I planned to drop below to it and as I psyched myself up…The side I was hanging from collapsed. I had one chance, with little time and as I reached for that ledge below, my hand only barely touched it. My vision faded in and out and I was picking myself out of the rubble. I came out looking MORE like a homeless man (I think I was a bit older looking too) I was just barely able to climb to the top of the rubble to reach an open window. As I leapt in the third person reached deep into a seemingly classy restroom. There was a bunch of snooty looking gentlemen going in and out of the stalls with their snooty heads high. I tried to imitate them to fit in. They all looked like the same cartoon butler. They even had a guy who gives you mints by the sinks! I wandered out of the classy bathroom to see that I was in, like I said, a Hobo Lounge. The dream fades from memory from there for the most part but I can remember going lucid once more I believe, but not for very long. Log 5 Date: August 26, 2007 Mission in the Deep (now with more stupid)! It started out somewhere with a giant snake creature. Something happened where I had to “retry” again, but I can’t remember. What I can remember most is that after I started over, I was underwater and I was wearing some cool armor that looked somewhat like the Zora armor in “The Legend of Zelda: Twilight Princess,” but it was purple. I had some gloves on that had these long extensions that looked like really long nails, but I assumed they were for the purpose of swimming faster. There were some others equipped almost the same way floating with me. Apparently we were a team of mystical marines or something. It was pretty cool, the armor, and the team, breathing underwater and communicating telepathically. Our mission was to kill the giant snake to get this wise oracle person out of the underwater temple (silly but fun). We all prepared ourselves and then steadily made our advance towards the temple of the snake. We made it to the temple and changed gear. At this point we were in basically the same armor but without headgear, without the flippers and we even had short swords. We were at the top of a large declining corridor with stairs on either side that when flat ended with a long shallow pool. We took a look around and out of nowhere the snake emerged and then darted along to the pool. We slowly followed it cautiously, but casually. Our job was to distract the snake while the others got the oracle. We slowly walked along side the stealthy snake as its thin, long body slithered through the long pool, its body made visible by light emitted from its eyes and markings on its head and back that shone a brilliant red. As we came to the end of the pool and stopped at a small door, the snake’s head slowly and menacingly emerged from the water. Its expression struck fear in all of our hearts. As soon as one man flinched, the snake’s right eye turned from its bright red to blinding silver. I slowly stepped back realizing that it was set off by fear. I signaled the others to let them know and they too slowly made for the door. The silver of its eye began to fade, when from far to my right one of the men screamed “Forget it! I’m getting out of here!” The moment he turned to run the other eye became silver. In an instant the snake put its head back, gaped its jaws and with one bite, ripped the man in half. I stayed calm still walking to the door, but at the site of the other man’s dead torso, the men scattered in fear, being struck down left and right. As soon as I made it out the door I shut it and held it firm. Then from behind me an older man started shouting at me. It was the leader of the operation (and for some reason he was Snape from the Harry Potter series so that’s what I called him). He was trying to persuade me to give them a chance to survive. “No!” I exclaimed, “They brought it upon themselves. They have no chance to survive.” As I objected the snake had forced through the door as Snape tried to pry it open. Its head tried to squeeze through the door, but Snape and I held it tight, causing it to withdraw. Snape took another worried look at me and insisted that he at least try to help. Hesitantly I let him through the door. He ran into battle bravely with his weapon held high. I never looked back and never hesitated when I turned so that we could escape with the oracle. The oracle was an old hooded woman whose eyes never showed behind her hood. There was small portcullis that blocked our way. A hollow stone lay before it that when certain objects were placed inside, it would activate and effectively open the portcullis. After finding all the pieces scattered around the small room and placing them inside, a man wearing what seemed to be wizards’ robes, started to examine it further. There were small arrows and symbols on it that signified that it should pushed and turned and so on. The man began working at it started to open slowly. After a few seconds of this man working, there was a space big enough for us to all crawl through. On the other side of the portcullis was a field filled with luscious trees and long grass (when here I thought this was an underwater temple). I calmly started stepping out when the wizard and the oracle started cheering “We did it! We did it!” What I saw next was one of the most disgusting things I have ever seen. Close up on their faces, slow-motion, dynamic lighting...and then they started making out. I don’t know if it was the atrocity that I had just witnessed or just my dream recall, but I can’t remember what happened after that. Another dream occurred that night, in which I found myself at school (school starts in just a few days) talking to some of my friends (some of which there were double) and my sister. It was between classes at that point, so I went off into a classroom. I greeted the teacher, sat at a desk and was approached by someone I know. Shortly after there were some crazy things that happened, including some really disgusting Pop-Tarts (I wanted to throw up even after waking) and I can’t remember much after that. Log 7 Date: Unknown Morpheus wouldn’t do that… I was dreaming that I was part of a team of what seemed like a weapons based tactics force, but a bit more like assassins or contract killers, but it was all just business (meaning we weren’t psychotic). Our leader was Lawrence Fishburne (a famous actor; he played Morpheus in “The Matrix”). At one point I deducted that he was betraying us and was going to send another, bigger team to come wipe us out. I instantly started rallying the men (I think there were one or two women, but can’t remember for sure) and gathering equipment and weapons. I can distinctly remember (whilst shouting orders) a man standing in the bathroom, who…defecated on himself. It was gross. Drifted off and all I can remember is that there was A BUNCH of action (car chases, cars flipping over, cars blowing up, espionage, shootouts in public and the like). The only thing is I can’t remember most of the action. Another unfortunate thing that happened is that I became lucid…for less than five seconds, but forgot to use any techniques to keep myself immersed in the dream, so I woke up after trying to conjure something up for the first time. Log 8 Date: September 22, 2007 Escape from Bale and School of Combat (This dream took place before breakfast and there will be another one following it that took place right after it, but they will be in the same entry) Some girl and I (although I was what I’ll call in DC mode) were running away from a drunken, redneck Christian Bale, with a goatee, and long hair (it was almost to his shoulders). I ran as she dragged me along urgently by the hand. We ended up in a dark old park. We hid in the desolate, destructed lavatory. She quickly moved the busted stall door from its one hinge and curled up inside. I positioned myself in the corner behind the urinal separator wall (I think there was supposed to be a sink where I was) with my back against the slippery tiles on the wall with my hood pulled up to disguise my face. It was dark and he was extremely drunk. It seemed there was a narrator, because I could hear a voice telling me things, for instance, I was told that in his drunkenness, he thought that I was a bearded, homeless man, which helped me to stay more calm as he prodded my shoulder with his shotgun and he also didn’t notice the girl (who I believe is his daughter) in the broken stall. After messing with me for a while in his inebriated southern accent, he stumbled off into the darkness, out of the room. As soon as we knew he was gone, we emerged from the bathroom into a new scene where books lay on tables in a mystical, forest, tree house kind of place. She was telling me about something (I think her father). As she spoke, looking at the books, I looked at her hair. It was a kind of cotton candy pink, that glowed a bit gold in the light we were in. Trees talked (I think) and at some point I saw her father laughing with some fellows at a table. Some chain of events led up to him being dad, then him not being dad, but some other guy, and then we went off happily with real dad and then the dream ended. (Second dream) I had some cool dream about transferring to a year-round school…of COMBAT! The first day, I met a cool guy and a beautiful girl. Once again it was like a video game (in many ways). It was like Bioshock, Resident Evil 4, and Dead Rising combined and it was real (kind of). I was going through, killing things, finding and applying upgrades (at a really cool console), dying, switching characters and the like. I got some upgrades, like increased firing speed, better ammo, and extra grenade storage, which helped a lot. I was going through some area like a dark dock with a large mob filled with men and (oddly enough) little girls that looked an awful lot like little sisters (I think at this point I was still playing Bioshock) that threw lots and lots of dynamite. In my current state, (which was basically me, but older, more toned and with Leon’s clothes [and I had a menu with a case]) I kept getting dragged down into the crowd and then killed by the beasts. I changed into one of those little sister people, allowing me to throw the dynamite back and on top of that, I couldn’t get dragged down by the crowd. I made short work of that lot after that. I went to rendezvous with my newfound pals, who had taken care of most of their foes leaving scared, small creatures scattered among various hiding places in the small, enclosed battlefield. I told them the status of the situation (as far as my end) when we decided to disband until the next day of school. Apparently we would be fighting off giant hordes for about the length of a PE unit (about two weeks to a month). I found myself walking around in a Big Daddy-like suit (as well as my friend who will be referred to as Z since I don’t know his name) as we waited for our rides to come (just like outside of Westmont). We started to give our farewells and just before the girl left (and I was out of the Big Daddy suit now) I grabbed her shoulder, turned her around to face me and kissed her. It flew into a conveniently romantic, third person view of us as we kissed. Right as my lips left hers, she said something like “ Wow! That’s another account that likes me,” (screen names basically. It was very much like being in a party in Final Fantasy XI [another video game]),”Six of them start with a Z!” She said it as If nothing happened, without any kind of hesitation or pauses or change in her step. Unfortunately, she was now walking away and even more unfortunately, I could hear Z say, with a very excited, yet bashful tone “One [of the accounts is] me!” I began to hate him, as if I were competing with him and all the rest of the people who liked her. I realized that would be wrong and turned to see her again, but she was already long gone. I got over it and started to like Z again. At one point, we were doing another exercise at the school, in a Japanese looking bamboo yard thing, knocking down trees to make bridges, along them deftly and I think we even ran up walls as we completed the course, but I can’t recall seeing her after that. At some other point, we all went to a strange store. Sam felt down, because he thought that Z and others don’t like him. He moaned and sulked about it on the floor of the car. There were some other cool things that happened, but once again, my dreams escape my memory. I really want to see that girl again, find out her name, talk with her and see if she feels the same way (even though it’s a dream. Hah!). Maybe she’ll go killing with me again too. I guess I have been focusing more on girls and things in my dreams more than in my real life (aside from gaming). Maybe soon I can do something eventful in real life. Hey! I might even meet her… that’s just silly and unlikely… Log 9 Date: September 22, 2007 to October 7, 2007 Hyper Ninja Wall Run and Raptastical Journey in the Hall of the Dragon I believe it was this Thursday (so that would be October 4, 2007). (I came home weary and relaxed on the floor. Sam tipped the mattress onto me, which I slept under for a few hours. There were many things that went through my head during that nap. I can mostly remember an instructor (who was much like a magician or psychic) who looked like Mahmoud Ahmadinejad (the Iranian President). He was teaching the children some basic self defense first and there was even news coverage for some reason. We were in what looked like a massive, desert, prison yard with immense walls that extended (at estimate) about 100 feet. He was doing some David Blaine-like stuff and before every feat, these two large men would take a whack out of a large tombstone-like pillar, with big words on it (those military looking ones) with a sledge hammer (the men were large and mean looking. Usually one would stand by, arms folded, while the other would smash into the pillar). There was a MASSIVE building that extended into the clouds, not at all shading the boiling yard. The magician seemed to be concentrating on something. As the two men broke into the next pillar, something seemed to go awry. A giant pillar (like the spikes in the game fracture, but a thousand times bigger) rose from the ground, quickly. Shortly after, it skipped to night. The viewpoint was from very far away in third person. I was like a little black speck, as I climbed fearlessly upward (which is weird for me), in my dark clothing. I noticed a bunch of other black specks below me too. Those black specks were actually Ninjas. The would grab the large grooves in the pillar, vault upwards, run for about two to three seconds and then trail of to the side and grab on again. I was climbing fast, but tried their trick for fun; also, it helped me get farther faster, even though I didn’t do it as well. There was a sort of shelf coming off of the building. I jumped awkwardly off of the pillar and onto the shelf next to a girl who seemed familiar, who lay on her stomach, with her chin resting on her folded arms in front of her and her legs were bent up crossed at the ankles. She looked very young and was dressed in a black hoodie, some black short pants and some black sneakers. There was a row of cabinets in the small space, with a ton of writing on it. I read along as she spoke and watched the other ninjas who had yet to make it to us. I kept reading and came to the realization that she was saying some of what I was reading. I was reading about how every time she wanted to run up walls, she needed to “call upon the wind”, and other strange things. The space turned into a fancy bar first and then I think it turned into a Japanese palace (servants, Tatami style kind of stuff, with bamboo all over) and then into a strange house where I was talking with Amani about Lucid dreaming and how shared dreams are still a possibility and that they can be scientifically tested and proven and that ESP can’t be proven (not that it doesn’t exist). There was some “insanely retarded” hypnogogic imagery that went past my eyes somewhere along the line and there was a lot more before the ninjas that I can’t remember. I believe it was Saturday October 6, 2007, that I had this dream. Well, I’ve been playing the game “Skate” for a few days now and in my dream (also with some interesting hypnogogic imagery) I was basically playing the game and learning moves from the pros and how to use these grind pole things which had all these different attachment things that you could use and hang from to do grinds and get to places you couldn’t before (and there was one pole with a pokeball attached to it). I was in a dark parking lot hangout with these giant gorilla, robot, rapper, skater dudes who were helping me out. I met Dave Chappelle’s character in my dream (who looked like he was wearing “negrodamus’” clothes) and they put me into a machine that was supposed to do something good, but it almost crushed my nuts…and that’s it. There was one part with a giant movie theater where there were a bunch of pompous assholes eating at fine tables or in their fancy red seats, eating disgusting looking slimy shellfish things. Later ther was all of us people (me, brothers and sister, etc.) and there were these idol things and fire/plasma stuff breathing statue things, vivid excellently detailed dragons and freaky DBZ looking dudes and a bunch of action and adventure. That’s all I can remember for now though.

[Pancaka]

I posted all of those other dreams, but I've never written down my first Lucid. I figure it would be best if I were to write it here first. It starts out I am the bottom of a staircase that goes to the end of the wall in front of me and then turns right along the adjacent wall, leading up to a door. Everything was a bit of a brownish burgundy color and the light was kind of orange (like those street lights). In the line ahead of me into the door, up the rail lacking stair case, were a group of downtrodden olden day folk. I looked up to the top of the staircase to see Adolf Hitler, arms folded, standing ahead of the door (kinda like a bouncer) with a stern look on his face. He looked straight ahead and did not falter; he could've been a statue. I looked back at the folk in line to realize that they were all Jews from the time of Hitler. I was a bit scared and a bit angry now. They filed in slowly but with a kind of rhythm. I came up to the top of the line looking at the floor trying to avoid eye contact, when Hitler nudges me. Oh God! I thought I'm in trouble now if Hitler is picking me out. Hitler's expression lightens and his body loosens up a bit. He leans in closer and asked, nudging me all the while "Grab me a beer on your way out?" His grin was long and endearing. I laughed nervously, but hid it well. "Sure thing!" I laughed, appreciatively. Apparently, behind the door was a bar and Hitler was the town's NICEST...GUY...EVER! I made my way toward the bar with a bit of a spring in my step and quickly received a bronze drink in a small glass. Apparently I've been there then (seeing how the bartender knew my usual)...and I'm of drinking age... So after Hitler, and having liquor in my hand (which is double wrong, because I'm Muslim), I'm still not lucid. Anyway. After taking a few sips, I heard a shriek from across the room. I see a Lowrider (it's only about 4 feet off of the ground... like I said, LOWrider) screech into the middle of the bar. My viewpoint shifts as another crashes through the wall and skids to a halt, taking people with it. Several long, lanky, cartoony black men stretch out from under the roof of their ridiculous vehicles armed with mac-10s, clad in gold, jewels, and purple, velvet jogging suits. They must've been somewhere in between 15-30 feet tall. They bent low to the grounds, legs spread out across the room waving guns around, shouting profanity (way to support your African American community fellas). "This is a robbery!" one shouted. People darted across the room, people ran in circles screaming. At first notice I jumped, deftly over the bar counter without even touching it with my feet. I yanked the door behind the bar open and practically dove in. I ran a few steps and slipped. A little scared now, I looked around trying to catch my breath. I slowly wiped my face and then started to look around. I realized I was in a sort of warehouse.I'm gonna need to defend myself. I need a weapon. I swiveled my head to see that, apart from the gigantic metal storage units, the room was barren. I somehow had this idea that there was a shotgun nearby. I looked to my left to see a staircase leading up to a small room (maybe the crane controls?) There was a barred window but it was dark so I couldn't see (not that I would be able to see much in there at it's height). I tried to focus my sight, but my view was obstructed by a concentration of black spots in my sight. I tried to look through the hole in the spots to see into the window when I thought Wait... My sight's not usually like this. Am I dreaming? Apparently that void that always appears in my recall was now visible. I couldn't see the missing pieces to the dream, but I could see where they go, if you catch my drift. I quickly sprung from my sore bottom and onto my feet and began vigorously rubbing my hands together. The black haze slowly cleared from in and around my vision. My dream-vision had faded for the first time and I was now lucid. I stared at my hands and then back up to the scene around me. I laughed softly and felt the realism in the environment around me. My heart began to race. Don't get too excited now I thought trying to reassure myself. That thought invoked a horrible reaction. My vision started to fog again. My viewpoint shifted into third person, right in front of me. My face was twisting itself inward and was now a bubbling, deformed, knotted abomination. I tried to scream, but my mangled face wouldn't allow it. The blackness started to swirl in again as my face twitched and pushed inward. I pressed my hands against my face to try to stop it, but to no avail. I quickly started to spin as fast as I could, my feet moving as quickly as they could. I spun with enough centrifugal force to stretch my body out to some degree. My face un-knotted and stretched against the air. I could see the wind being generated around me in that third person view and as I slowed down, my vision unclouded and returned to first person. A nice save I think. I looked up at the window and took one step before my brother came in suddenly from the other side of the warehouse. He called out for me and urged me to come along, in fear that the thugs return. We quickly left through another back door and oddly enough...we appeared in a sun drenched Safeway store. I may have broken concentration and lost lucidity here, but at any rate, we got sweetbread and a sample of this really good popcorn stuff, although the man who served the samples looked a bit crazy (his smile was really big and his eyes were really wide). We left the Safeway in a hurry and as we exited, the blinding sun filled my vision with light. Ironically I opened my eyes to just the same in real life. I didn't accomplish much, and it didn't last long, but I did it and It felt great.

[Caradon]

Holy cow, that is a lot! I'm going to have to come back later and read it. I've been on the computer to long already. Looking forward to it.

[Pancaka]

Ya It is pretty long, but I wanted to just get posting them out of the way since I was actually on my desktop for once, which has the entries saved.

[Caradon]

Hey, your first Lucid first sounded kind of scary. But it was a cool read. And yeah, nice save with the spinning!

[Pancaka]

I think I'm losing my recall... I can only remember a brief image of Melissa (the skinny one) among a decent mob. Oh well... it'll be back... with a vengeance!

[Pancaka]

I'll probably post my most recent lucid tomorrow (later today then I guess). I am tired and it is 4:01 AM (thank God it's a Saturday). I am going to sleep now (YAY!) but I don't have any kind of plan for LD'ing My last WILD attempt was like usual (an enraging failure!), but I think I might have felt some vibrations during another recent attempt, but I am still debating whether or not that was a false awakening. Oh well. Things are definitely looking up and I've been LDing a bit more often. Alrighty then. I'll be on later to post my dream and probably my nld that I wrote down. Side note of a side note: Audrey Hepburn is the most beautiful girl ever (No! Hands down! No argument! Shut up!)!

[Pancaka]

I don't remember much of this nld but it was cool. usually I'd write notes in my notebook but I'm at the comp anyways. So here are the main points: Using telekinesis (i was able to move some small things a few inches across a counter top) Talking to animals, and having my own little animal group. Mostly I remember having a gorilla, and we were trying to persuade a...big cat (like a leopard or lioness), I don't remember what kind, to join our team. I also remember being in a really cool house and doing some weird thing at a restaurant with these columns that would crush me...it was some challenge and I had to get to the people at the end. The second challenge had to do with getting some food to these people, but they were just planted there so I just told one of the other competitors "Screw them, I'm just gonna eat it and bring them the leftovers." It was really funny to both of us. It was a really good burger and some fries. No whitecastle though (remember that joke?). ...hmmm can't remember much else but the cat turned into a robot human head in a glass box...I have no Idea either. So yah...still didn't post my last lucid. I'll probably do it later today.

[AmazeO XD]

Why hasn't this been moved to Dream journals yet? But, cool experiences!

[Pancaka]

Why hasn't this been moved to Dream journals yet? But, cool experiences! o...i thot i put it in dreamjournals...oh well.

[Pancaka]

Date: January 18, 2008 Solomon's Fury Seventh Lucid: Solomon's Fury I had a pretty strange dream. It starts out a family of Muslims is killed in some kind of bus that's being basically used as a bridge (the inside being the crossing). The bus gets shot up and I don't expect them to be alive anymore, but it just cut away. Apparently it is the work of a man named Solomon. He looked kind of Russian and had small black eyes, a slender face and short, white hair that stood on end. He looked about 40 or 50 or so and always wore a black suit with a black shirt and a black tie which showed his thin figure. There was a large portion of time my family and I were traveling together I guess. I can remember my Dad always going on about politics and ranting about how Solomon was going to kill us. He always used the Arabic pronunciation of course (Soo-lay-man). He ranted about how Solomon was an arrogant bastard and a murderer and how he was going to kill all the Muslims, including us. This, we knew to be true, but we still traveled on. I can't remember when it was, but I remember being in a house next to a bed that was right outside a gap in the walls between two rooms with a bunch of stuff on it including my sketchbook. I was gonna draw something, but I never really got around to it, which is pretty good, because I probably wouldn't have gotten lucid if I had stayed and drawn, although that probably would've been an interesting experience. So later I was wearing these thick glasses things, that I guess were prescribed to me by the doctor. I guess it was screwed up though because when I took them off, my vision was a little blurred and in one eye the image was a little larger and and fish eyed. There was a bug in them for some reason that flew out at me and freaked me out. I got in the van we had and we later arrived in some weird office thing with only a few short walls around it that was very high up, colorful and had larger walls far, far away. I guess we know Solomon was near or something too, so we were on guard. I guess now I knew it was a dream but I didn't want to become lucid until I came face to face with Solomon, so that I could kill him with more style I guess, reserve all my fury. This would've been really good and you'll see why. I am glad however that instead of my subconscious just going "...yep it's a dream... what's weird about that? What's lucid dreaming?" it actually told me to get lucid...just not right away. So my strategy went to shit when some crazy lookin, old, white lady, with a frizzy white fro was making this crazy face. At first she was just looking forward and making this croaking noise, but then she whipped around and looked at me with these huge eyes! It was so crazy it instantly blew me away and made me lucid. I was fumbling around in slow motion as if I had just gotten punched in the face. As I turned I grabbed my father's shoulder for stability but quickly stumbled again and hit the side of a bookcase or something. As I was about to hit it I heard a deep slow motion voice say "STAAAAAY...CAAAALLLM!"...which was hilarious! Time slowly corrected itself and I was all Gung-Ho, pounding my fist into my palm, once, firmly, looking around for Solomon. As I was looking around I saw a picture of something. I can't quite remember what was in the picture but it was pretty damn big. I was walking towards it as if to walk into the scene. I got pretty hesitant and turned around. I saw another picture, which I also can't remember, but it was better and stuff. I was still debating however whether or not I should fight for a cause (a dream cause... but still a cause), or teleport... The cause was straight out the window and I was imagining eyes closed imagining as vividly as I could being in the picture. I thought, curling up in the weak gravity. I wasn't really falling but I ended up in a slightly curled position where I stood. When I opened my eyes... I discovered that I was awake. I curled into the position I was in my bed, but on my side. I was SOOOOOOPER PISSED!!! But at the same time, I did have a lucid, and it was decently close to my last lucid, so that was cool.

[Wavefunction]

o...i thot i put it in dreamjournals...oh well. You put it in lucid experiences, which could be easily confused. We have a section specifically for dream journals.

[Pancaka]

You put it in lucid experiences, which could be easily confused. We have a section specifically for dream journals. How am i supposed to get it moved? Do I have to talk to PJ or something? He is an admin right? too many questions but anyway....

[Wavefunction]

How am i supposed to get it moved? Do I have to talk to PJ or something? He is an admin right? too many questions but anyway.... Any of the staff members can move it. I'll PM Clairity for you, she appears to be online and has the ability to move threads.

[Clairity]

This thread has been moved to the Dream Journal forum. Thanks Webmaster!

[Pancaka]

Hey there Clairity! I know you were just movin my thread, but did you get a chance to check it out? Any way, see ya round kinda.

[Caradon]

Congratulations on getting another Lucid! That was an interesting dream.

[Pancaka]

I am so angry right now. I could care less about getting lucid, but I can't even recall anything from the nap I just took. And I spent all day concentrating, thinking about Audrey Hepburn's face. I was hoping to get her into a dream with me, since 1. she's beautiful and 2. I'm trying to influence the dreamworld more with what I do in the real world, but I woke up and I can't remember a goddamn thing! If I remember anything at all I'll write it down as soon as possible. Hopefully tonights sleep will bring some uplifting results (in more ways than one too ). A couple days more work and I might even be getting on track to accomplishing my goal; To have Audrey Hepburn recur in my dreams. I have had her appear only once and it was very inaccurate. I don't remember if the face was correct because I was focusing on the fact that her body wasn't only her own, but went against basic human principles. Most noticeably, she had weird suction cup elbow things (it was nasty) and grotesque rolls of fat that although not that big, were many...BLEGH! I hardly even consider that an appearance, but more of an influence. Anyways. I hope to have more luck tonight or at least remember my dream.

[Pancaka]

Well it's been three days without recall, but I have a good feeling that's going to end tonight. I have a three day weekend so I can finally get a whole eight hours of sleep tonight. My sister shared some wisdom with me a few days back as well that might help. She said that the dreams you are most likely to recall are during the last REM cycle which occurs at about 6 1/2 hours of sleep.Lately I've only been getting about 4-5 1/2 hours of sleep a night and I'm thinking that if I can remember and write down a dream I will be able to remember other dreams too.

[Pancaka]

My dream recall came back. It was pretty darn good although I guess I should have written down the dream I had when I went back to sleep down when I woke up...and the ones from my nap...dammit! Oh well. I can still remember a lot of my nap (which was really good. My mom's bed is SOOOOO comfy ). I still have no idea of how I'm really supposed to do a FILD (my friend referred me to it a couple days ago) and I'm no closer to doing a WILD but I do think I may have gotten lucid for a couple of seconds near the end of my first dream. Things are still lookin up

[raklet]

Glad to see your recall is back. Keep at it. I understand your struggles. I've never had a successful FILD or WILD either.