Thread: Tales From the Butler's Pantry

I'm having drinks with my old roommates, planning an upcoming party for Bay To Breakers. I suddenly realize my friend, who I haven't seen in years, is at the bar. She sits down with us, and we catch up a little. I'm completely amazed by the coincidence, but everyone else seems nonplussed. I especially can't believe the lack of reaction from my roommates who used to jealously compete with each other for her attention. I'm a little mad that nobody else seems to care. Maybe they talk to her every day, or something, but I'm excited to catch up with her. At the last minute, as she is walking out the door, I decide I can't let this opportunity pass. I jump up to walk her home.

Instead of heading back to the hotels, she starts walking towards the beach. It is a long walk, but the warm evening air and full moon make me glad I left the crowded bar. I'm secretly glad we get a long walk, so we can catch up and joke about old times. I'm extremely attracted to her, and super nervous. She is wearing a light one piece sundress over her swim suit, and looks beautifully fresh and warm. I feel like a teenager asking someone out to the prom.

The evening is beautiful, and I briefly wonder why I ever left Hawaii. This confuses me, because I don't know why I am even back here. I haven't lived here in years. Then, I wonder what the heck all my college friends are doing here, too. I don't have much time to ponder this, because before I know it, we are at the beach. We climb down the back side of the dunes to the small cove where she has set up camp with her friends. I don't understand how they can be staying here, so close to the rocky surf. She tells me it has something to do with a summer adventure camp she is leading, and that her friends will be back any minute.

As we hug goodbye, she leans in and kisses me tentatively. I return the kiss, enthusiastically, and we start furiously making out. I kneel in the sand, and reach up under her dress to untie her swim suit. I kiss across her belly and hips, as I run my hands up and down her body, amazed at how smooth and soft her skin is. She pulls the dress off over her head, then sits down to straddle me in the sand, pulling my shirt over my head.

Suddenly, we are interrupted by voices approaching down the beach. Her friends must be on their way back. We grab our clothes, and scramble back up the dunes for more privacy. We find a more secluded place in the grassy sand, but the voices seem to follow us. We are repeatedly interrupted, our mounting passion turning to frustration every time we have to flee further up the hill. At the top of the hill, we come to a cliff where the view opens to a breathtaking panoramic of the beach lit by the moonlight. I see her standing at the edge of the cliff, her beautiful nude body silhouetted against the sparkling water below. She looks incredible, clutching her clothes in one hand, and her long, windblown hair in the other. The scene is just too surreal, and I immediately know this must be a dream.

I approach her, saddened by the knowledge that none of this is real. Her eyes look empty now, as if my lucidity has chased her spirit away. I realize I don't even remember what color her eyes really are. Now that I'm lucid, I can barely even remember what she looks like. My memories of her have faded, blurring her into some generic, cornball beach sex fantasy. I kick myself for never appreciating life enough while I am living it. Too often, I take my friends for granted. I'm frustrated that my memory is so spotty, and that even this hyper-realistic dream recreation is so fake and cheesy.

As I stand eye to eye with her, I think of all the amazing possibilities open to me now that I am conscious in this dream. I can fly directly into the sun, swim with giant squid in the deep ocean, turn into a unicorn that farts leprechauns who fart rainbows. I can feel my mind struggling to tell me I can share these adventures with her; that we are somehow sharing this dream. As much as I want to believe it, her blank stare reminds me that it is not true.

I then realize that I can share this with her in some way. I'll just have to remember it well enough to tell her about it tomorrow. At least I will be able to share the memory of it with her. Like an idiot, I think this is some great epiphany, as if I just invented human communication, or something. I hold her by her shoulders, and excitedly whisper in her ear, "There is so much fun we can have." I immediately rocket us straight up into the night sky. I watch her blank face and empty eyes as we burst through a layer of fluffy cartoon clouds. We hover for a second, weightless at the top of our ascent. I can tell she is trying to hold back a grin, faker! We start to fall, and I feel my stomach lurch like a roller coaster. The exhilarating feeling of the freefall breaks her stoic facade, and she lets out an uncontrollable giggle.

Revived, I take her for a flight along the open ocean. We swoop down along the moonlit water, and back towards the beach. The hilltop where we began has grown to a wide grassy plain. I reach down and feel the damp grass as we glide along, inches from the ground. Up ahead, I can see the remains of a ruined stone city. The masonry is covered in Islamic calligraphy, and I know it is the remains of some great Spanish mosque. We land, and walk around the ruins. Only one arch remains standing. I try to imagine it is a gateway to more dreams and adventures. In response to my thought, it starts to shimmer like some sort of portal. We hold hands and jump through.

There is no transition, only an abrupt scene change to an endless prehistoric swamp filled with gigantic grazing dinosaurs. A series of small islands dot the surface of the murky water. We leap from island to island, saying hello to the bizarre dinosaur creatures like this is some sort of theme park or zoo. All the creatures speak with stuffy Brittish accents. We have small, overly polite conversations with each of them. I begin to lose lucidity doing this, and it ends up turning into an old-school pixelated '80s video game where we have to leap from island to island, smashing skeletons and mummies with giant tree branches.

Eventually, we end up in a modern day city with a large fountain in the center. An evil wizard holds control of the city, and has trapped all our friends in clay. We explore the city, collecting small voodoo dolls of our friends. We bring them to the center fountain, and wash the clay from them in the salt water. This somehow releases the evil magic, and allows our friends to be freed. By the end of the dream, I had the city filled with hundreds of my best friends, all partying at some sort of giant reunion.

Haha wow! That's quite the dream there Robot!

Even though you describe everything with great depth and detail, I have the feeling it was still a lot more amazing than it sounds. Those voices sure ruined everything huh?

I am ashamed that I never read your journal before. I'm sure there are many more amazing dreams like this one in it! I've you see mentioning something in another thread about working or attending a Buddhist temple before? It just makes me think that you've lived quite a few experiences in your life, and your dreams surely portray that.

Thank you for your comment on the avatar. I take it you are familiar with the philosophy behind it. Anyhow, keep them coming, you've got a new spectator to your story(dream) book my friend.

Peace

I haven't posted many dreams lately, because I've been dedicating all my recent lucid dreams to meditating and seeking "the void." I have a lot of stress lately, and meditating while lucid is INCREDIBLE for relaxing and getting back to my true self. Unfortunately, these dreams can't really be written in any interesting way, so I haven't updated in a while. That being said, this next dream slipped through due to... hormones... so I guess I'll post it.

I wake up from a dream about a huge pool party at the Playboy Mansion, but I don't yet open my eyes. Did I set my alarm? Am I late for work? What time is it? As I consider opening my eyes to check the time, I start to see a clock form before me in my mind's eye. The scene develops into a light dream where I walk around my house, checking the time on every clock. I can still feel my body, back in bed. Somehow, I convince myself that I can check the time by comparing every dream-clock in my house. They all say the same thing, 10:30 am. There is no way this is correct.

I realize I'm really close to a lucid dream. The scene around me is very vivid, but I am still completely aware of my body back in bed. I bring my hands up in front of my face, opening and closing my fists and counting my fingers. While I do this, I can feel my real hands in bed doing the same thing. I don't have a full body in the dream, only what I can see of my hands in front of my face. I hold my fists out like superman, and fly slowly out my front door. Out in the sunlight, the dream feels much more stable. I can now feel my feet on the concrete, as I walk down the driveway of my old childhood home. Like a retard, I am still holding my hands out in front of me like superman. They look hyper-real, and I can see every pore and hair on my skin, crisp and clear.

I am still slightly aware of my body lying in bed, and feel crazy horny. The combination of my raging morning-wood and the memories of the playboy pool party are too much. It does not take me long to decide what I want to do. I walk down the street yelling out, "Ladies, ladies, come on out of your houses." In response to my command, people start pouring out of every house on the street. They are all my old friends from when I was a kid in this neighborhood. They are all exactly as I remember them, and are either kids or parents. I continue down the street, yelling for people to come out of their houses, looking for anyone I might want to have sex with. As I round the corner, I see my super hot friend walking down her driveway. She is dressed strangely, but looks great. She is wearing a long, tight purple dress made of denim held closed in the front by a line of large metal buttons.

I meet her halfway down the driveway, and don't even wait to take her inside. We start making out, and I toss her on her back on the front lawn. She hikes her dress up around her waist, while I make my way up her legs with 1,000,000 kisses. She lifts her legs in the air to slip her panties off, like a pinup girl. I look up her body, watching her unbutton the front of her dress. My vision looks strangely distorted for a second, like my perspective is all off. I think for a second, "Yeah, there is a lot of difficult perspective in this scene," as if I were drawing or painting this. I'm afraid I'll lose the dream, and I briefly consider waking myself up to continue this for real with my girlfriend.

Before I can consider it further, I hear a bus pull up. The driver yells at us that we will be late for work, so we climb on board. My friend holds her dress closed with one hand, grabs my hand with the other, and drags me to the back of the bus. Seated in the corner, I keep one hand inside her open dress while the bus driver takes us on a wild ride. The driver is Wallace Shawn from Princess Bride. He narrates the whole trip as he swerves dangerously around the streets, "Woops, that was a stop sign! Look out for the puppy!" I ignore his antics, as my friend slides over to my lap. She reaches back to unzip my fly, then wiggles herself down onto me. It feels so incredible, I nearly wake up. I know I don't have a lot of time until my alarm goes off, so I start going to town on her. Her dress falls open as she leans back to lay her head against my neck. People on the bus keep glancing back at us, getting a great view of her naked body spread out on top of me.

Just as we are finishing up, the bus driver yells at us, telling us we are stopping for lunch. We quickly put ourselves together, and jump off the bus. We are at a small roadside deli. Inside, I see someone from our bus arguing with the cashier. He has buckets full of sodas, and a stack of notecards with everyone's sandwich orders. He bosses me around, trying to get me to order the sandwiches. I tell him, "I've got problems of my own, figure it out." The cashier grabs the notecards, and sends us outside.

This guy keeps yelling at me. I ignore him, and look around at the incredible cityscape that has appeared, where there used to be only empty road. I eventually tell him, "What are you stressed out about? This is all just a dream." To prove it, I hold my hands in front of me, thinking I'll create a small ball of fire to impress him. Nothing appears, except for a small wavy translucent sphere. This is enough to make this asshole stop talking, and look quizzically at me. I try again, and this time I see the air get all wavy and distorted, like heat coming off asphalt on a summer day. Suddenly, the air in front of me explodes into a huge fireball in the shape of a bird. Everyone is knocked to the ground. My whole body is on fire, but I feel no pain. Flames stretch out from my shoulders like huge fiery wings. I look around, flapping my wings slowly, and listening to the heat crackle like a blowtorch. My friend walks out of the deli, her eyes glowing orange with flames, and her own pair of fiery wings trailing behind her. She looks at me with her beautiful fiery eyes, and her wings stretch forward to touch mine. We wrap our wings around each other in a cocoon of dancing flames.

Suddenly, I remember I might not have set my alarm. I want to stay, but I wake myself up so I won't be late for work. Turns out I still had 10 minutes, but that just gave me more time to write this all up.

That was a really fun dream. You got to do a lot of stuff. Good idea yelling for people to come out of their houses. I'll have to remember to try that sometime. I love the fire stuff at the end. That's another thing that I've wanted to try. I'm Jealous of your ability to have Lucid sex without waking up.
Sometimes just thinking about it makes me wake up. Though, I have managed to stay in it a few times.

I'd be interested to hear what kind of things you experience while meditating in your dreams. I can imagine it's pretty good. I used to kind of reach out and feel my environment with my mind, and get a feel for the dream world. I should start doing that again.

I've been purposefully ignoring this journal lately to study for my LEED/ Green Building exams. Something I've been meaning to do for a while. I haven't taken a test in 6 years, and that was definitely a bad choice to ease me back into the mindset. There was way too much memorization involved, leaving me with no brain power or time for writing up dreams. Like I mentioned before, I even ended up using my lucid dreams for meditation and clearing my mind. Its all over now, though. I aced the exams I can now add yet another confusing string of credentials after my name on my business cards.

Now, back to dreaming I have some great dreams from the past few weeks that I will try to write up.

I lie on my back and relax myself by imagining my feet sinking into the bed. I alternate "pushing" my face and my feet deeper into relaxation. I replay a memory in my mind from earlier in the day, riding my bike through the grassy hills with my little brother. When I feel relaxed enough, I roll to my left side and begin feeling my body hum with energy. The humming gets stronger, vibrating my body until I feel like my head will explode. I encourage the vibrations to get stronger, while keeping my breath even and calm. I imagine the feeling of swaying back and forth, loosening myself from my body.

I am still imagining myself bike riding through a grove of sycamores. This visualization starts to flicker, flashing back and forth to another scene that feels more vivid. In this new scene, I am rollerskating, swaying back and forth down a city street. It feels completely real, but I am still aware of my real body back in bed. I keep myself breathing evenly in the dream, and can feel my real body doing the same back in bed.

I am moving fast, half-skating, half-flying over the steep hills of San Francisco. Buildings flash past me, as I soar inches from the ground, flying faster than a car on a freeway. There are crowds of people all around me, but I weave in and out of them with ease. As I enter the towering skyscrapers of the financial district, I throw out a long cable or rope, hooking it onto a nearby building. I pull myself up on it, launching myself into the air like spiderman. My swing sweeps in a wide arc along the street before shooting me high above the nearby rooftops. Once airborne, I fly around the skyscrapers, admiring their realism and detail.

After several minutes exploring the city from above, I stop midair, and just admire the view I have of the whole city. As I focus my vision on each part of the city, buildings seem to appear and disappear. Each building I look at seems to gain detail, while the others fade into obscurity.

I am still consciously metering my breathing to keep the dream stable. I can feel my body breathing, back in bed. By shifting my attention, I easily return to my body. I use this technique several times to "reset" the dreamscape. Back in bed, I simply fly out of my bedroom, and smash out the front window of my house to fly to a new scene. I explore several different scenes, including some old neighborhoods from my childhood and the picturesque canyon lakes from Twoshadows' photos.

The last time I fly out of my window, I just fly around my neighborhood a bit. It looks like the sun is just coming up, illuminating the bare branches of the winter trees in crisp sunlight. I hover slowly around the neighborhood, even with the tops of the trees. As I watch their swaying branches, they start to sprout buds, then flowers, and finally leaves. The seasons seem to pass before my eyes, and soon the trees are covered in lush green leaves.

I explore some streets I have never been down before, curious to see what they look like. Strangely, they all seem to be from the early 1980s. The cars are stereotypical of the late 70s and early 80s (including some pinstriped Chevy vans that make me laugh). The streets are full of children, playing outside. I land to play some playground ball games with a few of them. I show off a little, throwing the ball impossibly high in the air, then leaping up to catch it. The sight of so many happy children playing outside and enjoying life makes me very emotional. I laugh so hard, I start crying tears of joy. I can feel my real body back in bed laughing and crying, also. It distracts me a little, and brings my attention back.

My girlfriend gets out of bed and starts stomping around the house. She keeps yelling at me to wake up, saying she is making my favorite breakfast. I try to stay in the dream, mumbling to her through my sleep paralysis. She turns on a loud movie called "Order of the Phoenix", apparently a sequel to the movie "The Water Horse."

I finally give up, and open my eyes. Instead of my bedroom, I see an out of place scene of a mirrored closet door. From my viewing angle, I see a strange purple glow reflected from the corner of the mirror. There is something glowing just out of my field of vision. I try to move my head to see, but I am paralyzed. I relax, and let my consciousness drift away from my body so I can see what is glowing. My point of view floats to the side, and I am startled by an unexpected sight. A beautiful, half naked woman is dancing wildly in the corner of the room. Her skin is glowing purple, like a neon sign, and her body is clothed in massive amounts of gold jewelery. I think to myself that she looks like some sort of Hindu goddess. In response to the thought, her dancing and spinning reveals several more sets of arms.

Interrupted, my vision snaps back to where it should be, and I feel like the dream is over. I get out of bed, but notice I am still in the strange room with the mirrored closet door. This must be another false awakening! I see a naked, teenage girl inspecting her reflection in the mirror, unaware of my presence. She is crying, obviously very unhappy about her skinny teenage body. I float over to her, and give her a hug before floating out of the room.

There is a party going on in this house. It seems like a fraternity. I turn visible, and create a body for myself. People are surprised to see me appear, naked, in the middle of their party. They start lightheartedly teasing me and joking with me. I laugh with them, explaining that I am a model, and am doing a photoshoot in this house. A group of guys shows me out to the courtyard garden, where there are tables set up with a catering company. It looks like a wedding reception, or reunion of some kind. We sit down and have some drinks at one of the tables, waiting for our food to come. I explain to them that this is all a dream, and show off some cool tricks. One of the guys throws plates into the air for me. I use my telekinesis to make them fly around and do flips before landing in a stack in my hand.

I slip in and out of lucidity at the party. Eventually, I realize what a long dream this has been, and decide I should wake myself up to write it all down. All together, the dream lasted at least 60-90 minutes, and was incredibly vivid. There were parts I didn't even record in my bedside journal, and parts I left out of this writeup. I wish I had time to write it all down, or explain how much fun it really was.

It is a long walk home, but I don't mind. In fact, I'm secretly glad I missed the bus. I dust the sand off of my flip flops, throw my towel over my shoulder, and start shuffling home. I'm glad I'll get to enjoy the afternoon sunshine a bit longer.

As I pass a new apartment building, I hear laughing and splashing coming from the other side of the fence. It sounds like a pool party. Well, I'm already dressed for the occasion. I bounce on my heels a few times, considering it, then leap into the air in a high arc. I easily clear the tall fence and land, with a splash, in the pool.

Everyone is a bit surprised by this stranger dropping out of the sky and into their party. They seem wary at first, but warm up to me after a few minutes. Most of the people seem familiar in a vague sort of way. I hang out for a while, showing off some fun tricks such as walking on water. Nobody quite comprehends why I have such confidence and control over my surroundings.

Eventually, I convince everyone to come out with me for a night on the town. I tell them I can give them the night of their lives, making all of their wishes come true for the evening. One pale blond girl complains that she is not dressed or prepared for an evening out. She seems awkwardly self conscious. I stand face to face with her in the waist high water, and hold her head in my hands. I tell her to imagine exactly what she wants to look like, and who she wants to be. I run my fingers through her thin hair, and notice she is more pale than I first thought. Her hair is falling out, and her skin is like paper, showing the spidery veins underneath. As I pull her hair away from her ear, I see a trickle of blood. I trace it down her neck to a ghastly open wound torn across her throat. It looks like her neck has been slit, or her throat torn out by an animal. She tells me the wound never healed properly since she died in an accident with her friend several years ago. Not put off, I continue stroking her hair and pouring loving energy into her. We both close our eyes, and when I open mine, she looks like an entirely different person. Her hair is full and freshly styled. Her skin is smooth and flawlessly healed. She is even fully dressed in evening wear, with a professional makeup job.

The club we want to go to, "Point A," is the newest and hottest nightclub in town. The crowd spills out onto the street, and the line stretches around the corner. I calmly make my way through the crowd, walking slowly. I teleport around people by focusing on the space right in front of them. Every time I blink my eyes, I am moved forward another few feet. I take a seat at a crowded table in the corner, surrounded by a group of strangers. I close my eyes, then open them to see the crowd of strangers has transformed into all my new friends from the pool party.

I get into a conversation with one of the guys. I can tell he doesn't like me much. Now that he is out of the pool, I see he is in a wheel chair. His legs are mangled and withered. He says he has grown accustomed to his condition, and doesn't want me to take the injury away from him. I show him how I healed his girlfriend, who is now talking to a random girl from the crowd. He still refuses. His injury has become a part of who he is, and curing it would be like stealing the experience from him. He does admit to wanting a sex life again, making a joke about his legs not being the only thing that got taken from him in the accident. This admission seems to suddenly release him. He instantly transforms into a ghostly 8 year old child in a white suit, and climbs into my lap. I hold him with one arm as I continue chatting with everyone.

From the corner of my eye, I notice a man staring at me. He gets up from his table, and starts making his way across the room. Did I go to high school with him? Is he someone's older brother? I know him from somewhere.

I notice the blond girl I healed is talking to an old friend. This friend looks almost exactly like her. I realize that when I told her to imagine what she wants to look like, she chose this friend as a model. They have the same haircut and the same clothing, but their faces still look different. This new girl has dark, sunken eyes, where my blond friend has brilliant sparkling green. There is something sinister and cruel about this stranger. She climbs on top of me in an aggressive way and kisses me forcefully. She teases me, saying I smell bad, and that my lips are greasy from sunscreen and lip balm. I defend myself, explaining I was at the beach all day rescuing swimmers from shark attacks. I remember back to this part of the dream, and wish I had a dream camera. It will be difficult to remember all the details from that previous adventure.

I've been having tons of these short spontaneous DILDs lately, even though I haven't been doing anything specifically to cause them. Here are a few from the last week:

The Wolf
Looking in the mirror, I realize something is wrong with the reflection. The reflection of my face looks correct, but my clothes and surroundings are not reflected properly. The objects I am holding don't show up in the mirror, and my body does not even seem to be in the same position. I realize I must be dreaming. I slowly and purposefully make my way out of the house, looking at my hands to stabilize the dream.

As I walk into the front yard, I count my fingers. Six, seven, eight fingers? Everything looks remarkably stable and real, even my eight-fingered hands. I pause for a minute in the front garden. This is not my house, but my childhood home. I stop by the lavender plants, and lean in to smell the small purple flowers. As I look closely at the plants, I notice dozens of bees darting around. I take a deep breath to relax and try to see if I can feel their life energy. I can hear their soft buzzing, and feel the vibrations resonate in my body.

This humming feeling makes my body start to change. I bend over on all fours, looking down at myself to see I have turned into a large white wolf. It feels natural to walk on all four of my legs, so I take off running down the street. I can run incredibly fast, and circle the block faster than I could in my car. As I approach my original starting point again, I see some people on the street. I recognize one of the girls, the sister of an old friend from college. Apprehensively, she reaches down to pet me gently, like a dog. I can tell she is frightened of me. I talk with her for a while, and we end up having sex right on the street. The sex feels strange, and I realize I am still in the body of a wolf. I briefly consider how perverted this scene is, before waking up.

The Bear
I'm wandering around at a concert at an outdoor amphitheater. A path leads to a rocky cliff overlooking the ocean. Steel rails flank the path, separating it from some animal cages, beyond. Zookeepers are busy cleaning the polar bear's cage. I briefly wonder where they keep the bear while they clean. As I turn around to walk back to the concert, my question is answered as I see the polar bear climbing over the railings. He looks right at me, and slowly approaches. He seems friendly and curious about me. I get a strong feeling of love and friendship from him like you get from your dog. Of course, I still continue walking away from him since he is a gigantic, wild polar bear. I don't want to provoke him by running, but I also don't want to get too close to him. Halfway up the path, we are intercepted by another bear. This one is a large black bear the size of a grizzly, but patterned like a sunbear. He and the polar bear stop to sniff each other, while I take the opportunity to run away.

I make it safely back to my group of friends, and start to tell them about the bears. In trying to explain the events, I realize how ridiculous and unbelievable my story sounds. I instantly know I must be dreaming. Before I can consider what to do, I see my polar bear friend making his way through the crowds towards me. I approach him, in awe of his size and majesty. I stroke his fur, amazed at how real and warm it feels. I can feel his powerful muscles moving beneath the thick coat of white fur. It is really intimidating to be so close to such a huge and dangerous animal, even though I know it is a dream. My heart is beating fast, and I feel the adrenaline from the excitement. I wrap my arms around the beast, and bury my face in his soft, sweet smelling fur. He lowers himself down, and I climb onto his back for a ride.

He stands up quickly, throwing me off balance for a second. As I struggle to hold on, I'm surprised to see feathers sprout from his sides. The feathers grow into wings, snow-white and fluffy like an angel. The winged bear leaps into the air, and takes me for a short flight around the outdoor amphitheater. The sudden flight is a little too vivid and unexpected, and the excitement wake me up.

Nice DJ. Some of your dreams are incredible! Keep it up!

Very interesting journal, although I'm too exhausted to read more than a few entries. I'll entertain myself with more in the morning. :]

The first page's entry about Patrick committing suicide in a bathtub reminded me of a depressing Brighteyes song. 'Padraic My Prince' ):

Thanks for the compliments I haven't been very motivated to write up my dreams, lately. I have a ton of cool ones written in my bedside journal, but haven't transferred them to my online DJ. I'll try to get on that today.

I woke from a dream, having to pee really badly. I remembered just waking from a dream where I was using the bathroom. I was really comfortable, and in that sleepy zone. I really didn't want to get out of bed. Suddenly, my girlfriend woke up, and started laughing. Her pajama shorts were soaked, as was a large section of the bedsheets. Apparently I had peed in my sleep, and wet the bed.

I recognized how funny this was, but I was still really embarrassed. I've never done this, even as a child. Something felt wrong as I started climbing out of bed. Looking at my girlfriend in the dark, I said out loud, "I don't think I'm really awake right now." She laughed and said, "You wish this was just a bad dream. You're not dreaming. Get up."

I got out of bed to use the bathroom, while my girlfriend started stripping the sheets off the bed. How humiliating. I fumbled with the light switch for a minute in the dark, but couldn't find it. It was almost pitch black in the bathroom. I finally managed to get the lights on, and sat down on the toilet. I felt extremely tired.

Suddenly, I was back in bed. How did I get here? Did I fall asleep on the toilet? Maybe I was right all along, and that was just a false awakening. I still really did have to pee. I slid over to get out of bed, and felt the wet sheets. Shit! I really did wet the bed! I tried to get out of bed, but couldn't move my body properly. It felt like I was still half asleep. I was extremely disoriented, and felt like I was blacking out. I still really had to use the bathroom. Finally managing to get out of bed, I stumbled into the bathroom.

Again, I couldn't find the light switch in the dark. I accidentally bumped the switch for the fan, and it noisily whirred to life. Beneath the noise, I heard someone breathing close to me. This was followed by the subtle crack of a joint, and the rustle of someone moving in the darkness. Someone was standing right in front of me! I leaned forward, punching as hard as I could. My fist swung through the empty air. I panicked, and again reached for the light switch. This time, I found it, and was temporarily blinded by the sudden bright light. When my vision cleared, I saw I was alone in the bathroom. Strangely, the bathtub was filled with water and children's toys. I sat down on the toilet to calm my heart beat.

Again, I woke up in bed. Another false awakening?! Damn. I rolled out of bed, this time noticing the sheets were not wet. My heart was racing and I still really had to pee, but at least I didn't really wet the bed. I walked around the foot of the bed towards the bathroom. In the dim light, I saw the silhouette of my girlfriend sit up in bed. "Look!" She yelled. "Look! Look!"

I was already terrified from my creepy nightmare false awakenings. This freaked me out even more. I backed against the wall, and started yelling, "What? What's wrong?!" I peered through the darkness, thinking there must be some intruder, large insect, or animal in our bedroom.

"The blankets," My girlfriend replied. "They are all on your side of the bed. I told you I haven't been stealing them in the middle of the night." I remembered teasing her about this the night before when I woke up naked, while she was wrapped in all the blankets like a burrito. "Go to sleep," I said. Then I went and used the bathroom.

You've got some awesome dreams there, bro! Keep up the good work.

Thanks, XeL. My internet has been down for the past few weeks, so I haven't been updating much.

I didnt read the last one ROFL. That's hilarious.

Shit man, you have some amazing dreams! I'm just trying to get back into lucid dreaming, hope you don't mind if i take some inspiration from here... Sounds like you have some really good control in your dreams and i enjoy the style of your write-ups as well.

Taken yesterday in Lone Rock Canyon, Lake Powell....





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How cool is that!!! That makes me feel like I was there

U need to dream more, ive read most of your dreams, Dream.... DREAM!!!

Damn That FA dream was funny. Too bad you did not remember to RC. At least your girlfriend thought it was funny that she got pissed on lol.

I hate when I have to go so bad that it causes weird bathroom dreams. I don't ever get Lucid during them either.

I was out on the front patio with my father, when I noticed a tan, axe-head shaped UFO flying above us. Startled, I tried to point it out to my father, only to realize he was nowhere to be found. My confusion lasted only a few seconds before I woke from the vision and found myself lying on the ground. I had blacked out, fallen out of my chair, and imagined the entire UFO scenario. The sky was empty except
for a flock of small, black birds. Something still did not feel right. I felt a pain in the side of my stomach, like a foreign object was lodged there. Was I just abducted and implanted? Did I really just black out?

Nauseous and dizzy, I made my way to the bathroom. Worried I would black out again, I told my father to come in after me if I wasn't out in two minutes. I sat on the toilet to steady myself, and looked at my reflection in the mirror. I was alone in the bathroom, but could feel some sort of presence next to me. As I turned my head to look, Josh appeared from thin air and let out a nightmarish scream right in my face. I screamed, too, feeling a disorienting dual awareness. Josh started dragging me into the mirror as I felt my real body struggling to scream through the sleep paralysis.

I recognized the feeling of a dream, and assumed I must have passed out again. I continued to scream, desperately hoping my father would hear my screams, and come into the bathroom to wake me up. Hands shook me awake. I expected to wake on the bathroom floor with my father, but instead found myself safely in bed with my girlfriend.

How terrifying!

I had a series of astral projections the night before last that were terrifying because they were so realistic I had no idea I was not complete in my body.

Your friend wanted to pull you into nevernever land.

It sounds silly, but I'm terrified and distrustful of bathroom mirrors. When I was a kid, I would always be afraid when I was alone in the bathroom. I would be afraid there was someone hiding behind me who didn't cast a reflection. Something about the whirring exhaust fan and the hum of fluorescent lights would make me feel a presence. I would constantly check behind me to make sure no one was there. I still catch myself doing it when I am up in the middle of the night for a WBTB.

i love the feeling of the bathroom. Ill stay in their for twentyminutes sometimes just because i feel safe. I also made a zombie plan for it too, but im zombie paranoid. Majorly.