Thread: Lucid Files From Oneironaut's Matrix

02/12/2007
Dream One:
"Failed Twister Task"
Well, I can barely remember a damn thing from last night. I know the majority of my dream (the only one I really remember, anyway, though I remember having two dreams, last night) took place out in the sticks, somewhere. It had to do with some deranged hillbilly guys. Can't remember what the hell was going on, though. The only thing that sticks out in my mind was becoming lucid, as these guys were approaching me, to attack. At first, they were far away enough from me, that I had time to think about the lucid task. [Edit: I'm trying to get my timeline together, as I'm writing this, and this actually happened after I woke up and did WBTB, at about 4:00, with the intention of doing the tornado task.] It was already dark outside, but I wanted to try the tornado task. The first thing that came to mind was pulling a twister down out of the sky and making it land right on top of these guys that were walking in my direction.

I raised my hands and focused on the few clouds I could see in the moonlight and then I pulled my arms downward. A funnel cloud began to form, but I could tell it wasn't spinning, it was just sort of sinking. It made a cone which connected to the first guy in front of me, but then I forgot what, exactly, I was supposed to do with the tornado, to complete the task. I knew I had to suck someone up in it, but I couldn't remember if it was myself, or another DC. While I was thinking on this, the guy (whose head was once covering the base of the funnel cloud, from my perspective) took a casual step to the side. In one HELL of an optical illusion, the non-rotating funnel cloud which had come down from the sky only moments ago, showed itself to, now, be a huge plume of black smoke, rising from a house burning in the background, that suggested it had been covered by the guy, the whole time, even though I knew the house hadn't been there, and the dark cloud/smoke came down from above, and not up from the house. (If that makes any sense. )

Anyway, I don't remember anything after that.

02/13/2007
“Scooby’s Labyrinth?”
The first thing I remember is being in some scenario built around the movie Pan’s Labyrinth. I had been talking to a young girl that had her hands on her hips and through the hole between her side and one of her arms, I saw the Fawn creature from the moving looking back at me.
What happened after that is a blur, but I remember ascending the spiral well/staircase from the movie. From there, the Fawn turned out to be evil and grew to about 15 feet tall. He then trapped me in the dungeon of what was now a castle, along with a few other people.
In the cell, we tried to devise a plan to kill the Fawn, but we didn’t have any way to lure him close enough to the cell to kill him by smashing him with a huge stone that was loose, in the ceiling.
It was right around here that I realized I was dreaming, but this part is still kind of hazy, as far as remembering everything. I’m pretty sure I just walked straight through the bars of the cell and called the Fawn to come chase me. He came thundering after me (I distinctly remember how heavy his “hooves” were, on the ground, which made him seem even bigger than he was.) When he got under the stone, which was now (somehow) tied to a rope that was held by the people in the cell, the prisoners yanked it loose and it fell and crushed his head.

Aware that I was dreaming, I didn’t even bother to go back and help the prisoners. I just ran toward the daylight that I could see down at the far end of the hallway. When I got outside, I suddenly stepped into the island party atmosphere from the Scooby-Doo movie. The characters from the movie were even there. We were all in an alcove surrounded on all sides by a rocky wall that was about 20 feet high, and there was a pool in the center of the alcove party. I didn’t pay any attention to the Scooby DC’s and wanted to see what was on the other side of the wall, so I first tried to jump high enough to see over the top of it, but could only get about a dozen feet off the ground, before floating to a landing. I tried this, a couple more times, with no success, so I figured the best thing to do would be to just climb it.

Before trying to scale the wall, I looked at my hands to ground myself. When I looked at the front of my left hand, I had no fingers, at all - just the stump of my palm. I turned the hand around and saw that all my fingers were actually twisted backward and kind of coiled around each other. When I turned the hand back over, they were all back to normal. I started climbing the wall like a rock climber, but once I got about halfway up, there were no other hand-holes, and the wall face was pretty much flat from there on up. To get passed this, all I did was look away from the spot where I wanted to put my hand, imagine there was a ledge big enough to hold onto and, when I looked back, the wall face had changed, the way I’d pictured. I did this about 3 times and was able to get to the top.

At the top, I saw that I was on the edge of a highway, looking at the road from over the top of the guardrail. The only thing poking over the top was my head. I saw a police Corvette coming closer and I ducked down a little bit (don’t ask me why). I hoped the cop would just pass on by but, of course, he didn’t. He started slowing down just as he was about to pass me. My lucidity wasn’t all that strong, and I was beginning to get worried about what kind of trouble I was going to have to deal with, with this cop character. The second I started thinking this, about 3 more cop Corvettes (with flashy, silver rims, no less. Lol) pulled up, from all different directions, all obviously zeroed in on me.

I was thinking “SHIT, I need to get out of here.” Suddenly, another car pulled up. It was a blue and white Lamborghini, but not a model that I can say I’ve ever seen before. It skidded to a stop between me and the three cop cars, one guy leaning his head out the window and telling me to get in. I jumped in the backseat. (Yes, it was a four-door Lambo, but it gets weirder.)

Inside the car, there were actually three rows of seats – the front, middle, which was empty, and I sat in back. The driver and passenger of the car were these futuristic cops or something, and they reminded me of the two cops from Jet Li’s The One, (Delroy Lindo and Jason Statham) except the passenger was Hispanic and not black, though he was very dark. They were both around my age, also. The passenger was briefing me about something to do with why the cops were chasing me, and started point out some futuristic gadgetry that the car had. I remember that I didn’t hear a single word the guy said because the only thing I was thinking about was how much I wanted to drive the car.

Without even bringing it up in conversation, I simply willed the car to stop, got out of the backseat and climbed in the front. Both men had disappeared. The last thing I remember is flying down the highway in this badass car.

My notes also say that there was something having to do with a “Store,” after that, but I don’t remember what the hell that means.

02/22/2007
"More Lucid Sparring"
Don't remember very much of this one but (as usual) it was at my old house. I was hanging out with two friends, but I can't remember which ones. We had started sparring in the carport and, sooner or later, I'd realized I was dreaming. We had started off fighting hand to hand, I know, but I don't really remember any of it. At one point, though, I started trying to do the wall run that Trinity did in the first Matrix movie (The first one she did, in the apartment, where she runs up and across one wall, then cuts the corner, and takes a few steps on the perpendicular wall). At first my feet kept slipping, like they'd do in waking life, but I was able to get traction and ran up the wall, landing on the fence that lines my carport.

After that, I'd gotten two bo-staffs from somewhere (dunno where, though) and started sparring my friends one at a time. I was pulling off some really sick moves, too. Once, one of them swung low at my legs and I placed one end of my staff on the ground, then jumped, landing in a crouch on top of my vertical staff, gripping it while I front-flipped off of it, which made it rotate with me, for momentum, before landing and slamming the staff down toward the other guy. I missed, though, as he'd stepped back, but the look on his face, at the move I'd just done, was priceless.

I'd also learned this awesome way to disarm them (which I'd love to try in real life, whenever I get a chance). They would swing their staff at me, like a bat, horizontally, and I'd place my staff vertically, near my side, to stop their swing. Then, as the two weapons collided I'd spin around, slipping my arm beneath their staff and then using my own staff as a lever, during my spin, to pop their staff out of their hand and send it flying away from us. It was dope. I tried two different versions of it, one on each guy, and then told them that I wanted to fight them both at once. They declined, though (wusses lol) and that's all I remember.

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02/26/2007
Had a couple of lucids, last night, but the only one I can really remember seems to have been the least exciting of the two.

Dream (Fragment) Two:
There was a villain in this dream, and if it wasn't the Silver Surfer, it sure as hell reminded me of him. I became lucid sometime in this one, and started trying to fly after him, but I was having a lot of trouble, and kept sinking to the grass on my stomach. It took a little while, but I eventually got the hang of it and was able to fly just as fast as he was. The girl from the last dream was a big part of this dream, but I don't really remember anything but a few images of her. I also remember something about the villain walking in through the screen of this huge like 100x100 ft computer monitor. I flew over and followed him into it, the girl hanging on my wrist. It spit us out into a completely different setting, along with the other guy. Don't remember much after that, though.

02/27/2007
Dream Two:
"Beyond Batman"
Had another DILD, last night. I vaguely remember something happening, before this, that had to do with Batman and Robin, but right now I can't be too sure about that. What I do know, was that I was crouched on a pillar in some kind of nighttime courtyard, when I figured out I was dreaming. I remember how much more aware I was, upon this realization, than the past couple of DILDs I've had. I could feel myself getting all giddy. Haha. First thing I did was look at my hands. They had little pink and yellow spots all over them. When I was done looking at them, I couldn't believe how much more clear everything had gotten. It was like the entire dream world, which had seemed purely visual, only a moment ago, expanded to all five senses. I was now completely immersed in the dream, to a level that (even after having had so many lucids in my lifetime) astonished me. So much so, that, realizing that I'd never actually experimented with taste (I don't even know if I've ever tasted anything in a non-lucid), I licked the back of my hand, impulsively. It tasted just like real skin - somewhat bland and coppery.

Looking around a bit more, I could tell that this park/courtyard belonged to some corporation and I had been on a mission, before becoming lucid. I can't remember if I was actually Batman or not, but the first thing that came to mind was how much fun swinging around on grappling hook would be. I held up my hand and looked across the way to another high pillar. At first I tried to make one just shoot out of my hand but, when that didn't work, I figured I'd have to be a little more practical about it. I put my arm down to the side and imagined Batman's grappling gun. When I picked my hand back up, into my field of view, I was holding it. I pulled the trigger and launched a grappling across the way. I started swinging around from pillar to pillar, landing, firing at another spot, and continuing to swing. It was just as much fun as I thought it would be.

At one point, though, my feet touched the grass. This activated some kind of security system equipped with lasers and machine guns. This woman came out of nowhere and, at first, was trying to detain me. Around here, I'd know what it was I was doing at this place, in the first place, but I can't remember now. She was chasing me around this courtyard, shooting at me with some sort of electric gun thing. After a while, though, during our cat-and-mouse, we'd started talking and she was actually helping me. We were up high in this tower overlooking the courtyard hiding from the gunfire that was trained on our position. She was telling me where (whatever it was I was looking for) was hidden, in this center of a group of columns circled around, what looked like, some sort of metallic sculpture.

I didn't even let her finish talking, getting all antsy and excited, and I just dove out of the tower window. I could hear her scream something like "No wait!!!" while I shot another grappling hook and swung down at an angle, landing sideways on one of the columns, kinda like Spiderman, though I can't remember whether I was actually sticking to the wall or just hanging on. In any case, the huge metallic sculpture thing suddenly started moving. A long rectangular portion swung upward and then turned in my direction. This thing was only about 10 feet away, and I was staring down the barrel of a huge, high-tech cannon. The girl screamed something that implied she'd been trying to tell me it was a gun, but I don't remember what her outburst was. I jumped off of the pillar just as it exploded from a round fired from the gun.

There is a gap in my recall right around here. Next thing I know, this chick is flying a helicopter and I had shot a grappling line to the bottom of it and was hanging on while she carried us away from the facility. While hanging, I suddenly got the urge to experience being one of my RP characters, which I've never done before. I dropped off of the rope and landed on a high rooftop, which had really cool architecture, like a cathedral or something, and was thinking about how to do this. I was kind of apprehensive about spinning a new scene, because I haven't had much luck with it in the past, but decided to try it anyway. Standing on the roof, I held out my arms and spun around as fast as I could. At first, I was watching the world blur, but then I closed my eyes and thought of being somewhere else. Unfortunately, I also had fear of waking up, in the back of my head.


Dream (Fragment) Three:
False Awakening
When I "woke up," after trying to spin a new scene, I was really groggy. I think my light was already on, because I don't remember turning it on. I had to go to the bathroom but had to find my robe because I wasn't wearing anything. Looking all over my room for the robe, the only thing I could find was my old firefighter's coat from Explorers. I picked it up and was looking under it, for the robe, but there was just another layer of material to line the big heavy, yellow coat with. Confused by this, I picked that up and found yet another layer of yellow, protective clothing beneath it. I thought this was completely ridiculous but couldn't figure out that I was dreaming. So, giving in and just putting the coat around me, I walked to the bathroom. Afterward, I went to the kitchen and noticed the tv was on. While getting a drink, I noticed that the movie playing was some really gorey, oldschool horror flick where this guy was turning into a werewolf, but done with really grotesque "shock-factor" effects, where his skin was peeling and blood gushed from his wounds as his wolf-self broke through. I tried to just kind of ignore it as I walked back passed the tv, toward my room, but couldn't help but think about how much the movie reminded me of "An American Werewolf in London."
Now, coming back in my room, I noticed my tv was now one - and An American Werewolf in Paris was showing. Annoyed, I thought something like "Fuck. I'm still dreaming," and I, suddenly, "woke up," again.

Dream (Fragment) Four:
False Awakening
Notice the quotations in "woke up."
I got up and looked around the room, but something didn't feel right. Everything, even my bed, seemed a lot bigger than it was in real life. I immediately knew I was dreaming again. The first thing I did was look at my hands, and noticed that I had the hands of a child - little short, stubby fingers. I rotated my hands left and right, and my fingers would move and wave like they were peices of paper submerged in water. I didn't get very far into this FA before I woke up, for real.

03/03/2007
"The Mighty....Moonbeam?"
Wow. I wish I could (or "didn't go to bed too drunk to") remember more of the details of this one, because it was pretty wild.
So, I was a girl in this dream (which is very rare). This girl was really depressed about something. Something had happened recently, but I can't remember what it was, that put me in this suicidal state.

(There was one of those hospital crew tv shows on last night, Grey's Anatomy, I think, where this teenage girl that was really depressed about her body had razor scars all over her wrist. Turned out that the reason she didn't have what she figured was a "normal" body, for a girl, was that she might have actually been a boy, the doctors having found testes, inside of "her." [Edit: Disclaimer - The previous characterization is, in no way, my perception of Moonbeam! I think that part is completely derived from the tv show character. Just thought I'd make that known! You're the shit, in my book, Moonbeam. Hehe. ] I'm sure that kicked-off the whole idea for this dream....along with, maybe, recent talk about Moonbeam's weapon of choice being a nine, and the picture of her with her bow and arrows, but I'll get to that..)

So anyway, one day (in this dream) I'm just sitting around doing normal teenage stuff, and these two people show up, looking all Federal Agentish. They sat me down and told me that they needed me. I was to be part of a team that hunts (..I don't even know what to call them..)...these "people" who have died but, come back to life as these human-like beings with supernatural powers and the ability to move in and out of the astral and physical realms. They also told me that I was one of the creatures that I was about to be hunting. I didn't know it, but I had killed myself, due to depression, a few days or so ago and, having been a weapons/fighting expert in life (which I had no idea of until they just told me) they were going to need my help in this organization. To prove it, they pulled out a picture of "me" lying on the floor in my own blood as a white girl, with slit wrists, and hair that looked exactly like Moonbeam's! (I can't even say it was her, with any certainty. I can't even remember the last time I had a DV member dream. But damn, the coincedences! - especially with the whole weapons thing going on.)

Around here, the dream skips forward, and I'm with a few of these agents, at an indoor gun range. As they were talking, I remember feeling kind of out of place at this range....inexperienced, (It's been years since I've been to to the gun range but I should have my nine in a couple of weeks, which is probably why this whole thing was so fresh in my mind when I went to sleep, because the post about hers is one of the last posts I'd read.) They gave me this strange looking handgun. I can't really even remember what it was that made it seem so weird, but I know there was something odd about it. When they gave me the clip, I'd put it in and then stopped just before locking it into place. I don't know if my mind just slipped into character, thinking about how I'm about to be target practicing, or what, but when I locked in the clip and started shooting, my view shifted down the lane and within a foot or so of the target. I was actually hitting the same bullet hole over and over, as I squeezed off the whole clip. (Holy Shit I just remembered that, while I was typing O.o That part of the dream wasn't even in my notes, but I remember shooting right around the chest area over and over, into the same hole - something else that could have come from Moonbeam's Robin Hood picture. )

The dream (or my recall, whichever) skipped forward again and I, still as the girl, was in a hotel room with more of these agents. We were getting ready to go on an operation, obviously, and were gearing up. I had this ridiculously impossible arrangement of holsters and straps that I was trying to wrap around my body. I can remember at least 3 combat knives - one on my chest, one on my back, and one on my leg, a couple of layers of kevlar but, now that I'm thinking about it, I don't remember taking any handguns with us. Kind of ironic. Finally, we wrapped our faces and heads up, looking like some ninja/military hybrids or something. I looked in the mirror and could see nothing but the area around my eyes and remember walking out to the parking lot.

Next thing I know, I'm in some, seemingly old, traditional Japanese-style setting - a fighting platform and tree-towers all around. I'd gotten into a fight with a whole group of people and completely cleaned house, using (as usual) a bo staff, that was made out of what I think was hollow bamboo. We had this really anime-ish style to the fight - like something you'd see on Kill Bill. It was tight - incredibly fast and graceful. Things, from there, had gotten out of hand and a bigger fight started. Everyone was in a panic and me and two of the other "agents" were running up a staircase into a huge Feudal Japanese-style (for lack of the correct terminology) building when a man dressed in gold-studded samurai garb rushes out in front of us. He pulls his hands back and creates a bright orange fireball between them. Launching it down at us, we all slip to the sides of the stair railing.

The ball goes between us and crashes into the stairs below us, breaking them apart. We had to navigate around the hole to fall back a little bit, while this guy continues to manifest some crazy shit and throw it down at us. FInally, I began to realize I was dreaming, deducing it out of being in such a dangerous situation. At first, I think I tried to create my own fireball, or something, and failed, but something like that happened before I actually got the idea to catch his next fireball. I was a little apprehensive at first because I was thinking about the fire, but I knew I was dreaming and just tried not to think about it. I caught the next flaming ball, in my hands, and could feel the heat, coming off it, relieved when it didn't actually burn me, which was a pretty cool sensation. I threw it back at him and missed, still fighting in this long hall of a stairway with horizontal levels running across it, every dozen feet or so.

After that, he started slinging shuriken at me, and I copy-catted by flicking my hand out over and over, and invisioning the shuriken leaving my hands. I was able to produce those, without effort, and they flew like machine-gun fire, as did his. It was like playing Shinobi, back in the day, with the first-person shuriken-throwing. Fuckin nice.

SOMETHING happened at the end of the fight and damnit I just can't remember what it was. I had thought I'd killed him, at one point, but then he ended up coming back, and I had to kill him again. I remember the impression of how cinematic it was, but I just Can't Remember what it was.

But damn, I didn't even realizes how many references to Moonbeam that there actually were, until I typed it all out. Haha. That was a badass dream.

03/05/2007
"Last Man Standing"
This one started off in some theater. I was with a group of about 4-5 friends and we were watching some kind of show. I don't remember much about the show, but know that my perspective changed, once, and showed some guy in the back getting fitted with some costume. He didn't know what it was until he had it on, and it turned out he was dressed as a gorilla wearing, what seemed like, a basketball jersey. It caught him as an unpleasant surprise.
After the show (being back in first person again), my friends and I were leaving the theater, walking out through the hallways, amongst the crowd. Out of nowhere, this group of three asian girls show up. These chicks were straight out of some nu-skool Yakuza flick, looking almost identical with matching leather outfits and tattoos. Picking us out of the crowd, as if they were sent for us, they start straight-up whooping our asses. The girl that came after me flipped a knife out of the toes of her boots and started throwing some serious kicks. I was pulling off some wild dodges for a while, just trying to stay away from the knife. I remember one, specifically, where she swung a high roundhousekick and I bent back at the waist as the bootknife swung right over my face. Somehow, I got the upper-hand and had her on the run. As she was moving through the crowd, I remember her jumping into the air to get over some of the heads in the crowd, and rebounding off of the wall, all Chun-Li style. I kept chasing her and, eventually, saw her board a train that was waiting at the end of one of the hallways. I jumped on the train, not realizing that one of my friends had come in behind me, looking for this girl.

Things skipped ahead and, the next thing I remember, our train had crashed. My friend and I (though I don't remember who it was) were walking out of the wreckage. We had crashed on a bridge, and the train was somehow mangled up with crashed cars and trucks. There was an 18-wheeler that was actually standing straight up and down, with the ass-end in the air, in the center of the other cars. My friend and I were actually having to walk on the edge of the bridge, because there were vehicles blocking every other part. I looked over the edge of the bridge and could see nothing but fog beneath us, having no idea of how high up we were. When we were nearing the end of the bridge, the 18-wheeler began tilting - slowly at first, and then starting to fall faster. I yelled something like "Go! Hurry! GO!" and we ran across the ledge just as the 18-wheeler fell down on the road. The impact broke the bridge and we (or at least I, as I remember) had to jump to clear the last few feet as the bridge crumbled from beneath us, and the whole pile-up fell into the fog. We had made it to the other side, though.

It was suddenly night time and we were walking along the same stretch of road, feeling that we were the last of our crew. Suddenly my view shifted out of first person, and up onto a building that was not far from us. Some guy was on the roof with a bow and arrow, fired a shot, and my perspective followed the arrow down to where we were, watching it pierce the chest of the guy I was walking with. I saw myself (still in third person) catch him before he fell over, with the arrow sticking out of him.

The next thing I remember is busting into an apartment, carrying a gun. This was, obviously, the headquarters of the group that were sent to kill us all. There was only about 4 guys in the room, but they all had guns and had instantly snapped to attention. I was standing at the door, my gun aimed at one guy, and all of theirs aimed on me. Before this time, I was non-lucid with no control (as far as I remember) but, being really nervous at where I was now, I'd began to suspect I was dreaming. I wasn't sure, at first, and didn't really know what to do. Having the feeling that I was dreaming, I starting singing a song that had to do with dreaming. I can't remember what song it was, though, but I was singing it just to kind of build up the confidence that I was really dreaming (hahah, what a strange situation this would have been, had it been real. )

Slowly, I started inching toward the guy in front of me. Part of me wanted to tell him to shoot at me, but I was still apprehensive. As I was staring this guy down, the other guys just kinda faded into the background. Without saying anything, I started willing that the guy wouldn't shoot me. I was willing to take my chances, sure that I was dreaming, staring him down as I moved closer to him. Growing more confident, I actually dropped my gun on the ground, trying to prove to them (and myself) that I wasn't afraid. Coming in range, my focus trained on his gun, sure that I could keep him from shooting me, I slowly reached my right hand out to his right hand, grabbing the barrel of his gun and moving it, and his arm, off to my right (his left). What happened next (especially for having become lucid) was completely unexpected.

With his right arm pushed across the left side of his body, the guy turned slightly, to the left, his left hand coming around his back, having grabbed a gun from behind him, and aiming it (behind his back which was now turned sideways) at my crotch. The guy actually shot me about 4 times in the nutz, with this second gun, the force throwing me backward and through the glass of a nearby window. (no pain at all, though) Mid-fall, this being a higher-level apartment, I remember getting REALLY pissed that I was caught by surprise like that. Any doubt that I was dreaming suddenly faded from my mind and the first thing I could think about was getting back in the apartment. Before I even landed from the fall, I was suddenly storming back in through their door.

As soon as I came in, one of the guys (the only other one in the room now, besides the one that shot me) rushed at me from the side. Without even looking at him, my eyes trained on the guy that shot me out the window, I stepped backward to let the rusher slip in front of me, then I pushed him, causing his own momentum to make him smash through the wall next to us. I told the other guy "Shoot me! Go ahead! I'm going to dodge it, anyway!!" Before he started shooting, I started weaving back and forth in anticipation. It seemed like part of me was actually causing him to shoot at me because, when he did, it seemed really fake. I could hear the gun going off, but it didn't seem like I was actually dodging bullets. Really weird to explain. It was just as if I knew he was only shooting at me because I wanted him to, and I knew there was no danger. Right around here, the dream began unravelling. Things started fading and I was trying to pull the imagery back together. I couldn't, though, and the dream slipped away. I woke up right after that.

03/11/2007
Dream One:
”Frat Girl”
I can hardly remember any of the details of this one. This damn time change has me all screwed up. Definitely don’t feel like I’ve gotten enough sleep, last night.
The first thing I really remember is that I was at a friend’s house, and there were a few people over. It was obviously a bunch of people from Stetson, most of whom I don’t really know, personally. Actually, think we were in a dorm room, not a house, because we were all packed in one room. There was this really cute, short chick that I was talking to. After a while, we were lounging on one of the beds, just talking at first, but we’d ended up making out, my hand massaging her..uh…”lower body.”

Suddenly, just as she was really getting into it, one of the guys in the room goes, “Hey, man. What the hell are you doing?” I looked at him like “?” He said something like “ That’s (another guy)’s girl.” I said “Oh shit, you’re right!” and remembered that her boyfriend, who was one of the really cool Frat brothers that I’d just recently met, had just gone to the store or something like that. As if she just realized this, too, we both jumped up from where we were, and she sat on a bed across from me. Just then, someone knocked on the door, and we knew that (what’s his name) just came back.

In this awkward situation, I realized I was dreaming. My lucidity was pretty weak, at first, but I confirmed it by pointing my finger at the door and opening it, with my mind. The guy had come back and, at first, didn’t seem suspicious. The girl and I kept this weird silence about it and, even though I was mildly lucid, I didn’t want to bring anything up.
After a while, something tipped him off and he started trying to give these subtle hints that he was pissed off. The subtlety began fading and, pretty soon, I could tell he was orchestrating to have his friends (who were a majority of the people in the room) help him jump me. (I had been watching Training Day, last night, and it was kind of like the scene where Ethan Hawke was about to get killed by the 3-4 latinos, in the kitchen.) This whole scene was making me really uncomfortable since every DC around me was either one of my new or old friends and I could tell that things were about to get ugly. So, before it got out of hand, I decided to just let the scenario go and try spinning another scene. I imagined myself spinning (since my “body” was sitting on the couch) and it took a little while for anything to happen, but my vision slowly started blurring and I spun myself out of the dream.

Dream Two:
The one that I spun into started off with no lucidity. I was with my ex and our daughter, and we were back in our old neighborhood, walking the street as if we’d just walked back from the store. I can’t remember why, but I suddenly remembered I was dreaming, and recalled what had just happened a few moments ago. Deciding to ditch the DC’s of my ex and Cierra, I told her something like, “I’m going to go around this way, and meet up with you.” They continued walking and I watched them until they disappeared around the corner, trying to keep the thought of them showing back up, later, out of my head. When they were gone, I was thinking “ok, what do I want to do now?”

The first thing that came to mind was flying. I tried to levitate myself in the air a few times, and it didn’t work. I just kinda jumped up and down in the street. Then, running a few feet, I jumped up and, as I began to land, I sort of floated down toward the ground, instead of fell. I was able to stop my feet from touching the street and smiled. Having a bit of control now, I took off into the air. Now, the only thing I could think of was the girl that I was with, back in the dorm room.

Next thing I know, we are having sex (which was amazing) on this huge bed in the middle of a massive room. Sometime during this, I’d lost my lucidity. The only light in the room was the blue-white moonlight, coming through a window, over us, and was shining directly over the bed. The rest of the room was pitch black, other than the door, across from us, which seemed to be illuminated, its self, but cast no glow on anything else in the room. In the darkness, the room seemed spacious and hollow.

Afterward, she was lying down, asleep, and I’d gotten the urge to get up and take a stroll around. I walked out the door and realized that we were obviously in some sort of castle. The long, arched, winding hallways reminded me a lot of those in the movie ]The Haunting. As I was walking through them, I noticed music. That creepy, horror movie ambience. I started getting nervous and was wondering what kind of shit might be popping out at me, around the next corner. Then, another brief rush of mild lucidity came over me and I realized that the only reason something would attack me, is if my own fear caused it to happen, because “this was just a dream.”

I’m not sure how long that lucidity stayed with me, though. The next thing I remember, was having walked out of the castle and now being at a Mc Donald’s, in the middle of the night, wearing my robe. The girl from before somehow caught up to me and was asking why I just took off, like that.

03/23/2007
Dream (Fragment) Two: FA
I “woke up” and looked at the clock, seeing that I was running just a few minutes late. Groggy, I spent a good 10 seconds trying to turn on the ceiling fan light before I realized that nothing was happening. I realized I was dreaming.
Unfortunately, the first thing that came into mind was that my clock had said that I was late. Even though I was dreaming, this had me worried, so I decided to wake myself up.

I “woke up” again.
I didn’t look at the clock, this time, and got up and reached for the ceiling fan light. (I have to start realizing this as a dream sign, because I NEVER just wake up and immediately turn on the light, but I do it all the time in FAs) Again – I clicked it a few times and nothing happened. I realized I was dreaming again and was able to wake myself up, for real.

Unfortunately, when I woke up, I wasn’t late, and still had another 30 mins that I could have been LDing. I dozed off to sleep again, but had dreamless sleep until my alarm went of.
Ugh. Oh well.

03/25/2007
"Jurassic Park Ride / City Flight"
The earliest thing I can remember, in this dream, is being at Universal Studios' Islands of Adventure. It was night time, out, and I know that I had at least one other person with me, at first. Soon, though, I seemed to have broken away from my group, and was heading off toward the Jurassic Park ride.
Now, in real life, none of the real attraction starts until you're on this boat and are travelling through a waterway. You take a small tour and see some "friendly" dinos, and then you ascend through this building, things get all dark, and chaos happens. In this dream, though, this was not the case.
I approached a long ramp that was leading up into a building. I was still expecting to arrive at the waiting-line area, but I could tell that this was the building that was further along in the ride, though I was still on foot and not in a boat. I'd been running, childishly, at first, but I started to slow down as I began walking up this ramp. This is also when I noticed that I seemed to be the only person around. Halfway up the ramp, I began hearing noises - inhuman noises. I caught a few glimpses of procompsagnathi (small, foot-or-so tall dinos) running around near the top. My pace slowed a little more, and I began to get nervous. I could tell that this was all wrong and these animals were real. When I got to the top, I turned a corner and saw a dim, storage-closet of a room and a hallway that continued around another corner. The place was a complete wreck and, immediately, I knew why and what I would soon be up against; velociratpors. Reluctant to go further, yet still inching forward, I began to suspect that I was dreaming. Passing a few objects, before rounding the next corner, I tried to move them with my mind. Nothing was happening..at first. I tried once again, looking at a red bucket or box that was in the corner. It took me a moment to realize it, but I was able to lift it. To confirm this, I picked it up higher, "telekinetically," and made it float across the room, setting it on the floor.
That was it. I was dreaming.
It didn't take me long to decide that this wasn't quite the place I'd rather be, given what was more than likely waiting for me, here in this building. I jumped up and tried to fly through the ceiling, but got stuck in a black void, after questioning whether or not there was another level of this building above me. (Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! ) I pulled myself down out of the ceiling and decided to walk out, the same way I came in. When I approached the top of the entrance ramp, I took a second to think about what I wanted to do. The first thing that came to mind was one of the candidates for April's task of the month. I looked up at the night sky and wondered if I should try this, or save it until April. Instead of making my decision immediately, I decided to fly around a while. I took off and was, soon, flying through a city of dark skyscrapers. Looking below me, I could see no ground - only a sea of neon-blue light, covering everything above ground-level, like floodwater. Momentarily distracted by this, I began to descend. I regained my focus and righted myself, noticing that flying was unusually easy. I kicked the speed up a little bit and shot toward one of the buildings. Effortlessly, I sank into the wall, phasing through it and touching down onto the floor, inside.
Walking around through your typical, dimly-lit, afterhours office building, I remember stopping for a moment to mess with a computer that was on, in the center of the room. Some pretty cool anime-ish show was on and I remember that, while stopping to watch, I decided to remind myself, mentally, that I was dreaming, repeating it in my head over and over, so as not to lose lucidity. At one point, I touched the computer screen, making my fingers sink into the glass like some portal, and I'd thought about diving in to see if I could immerse myself in that animated world. I think I found this to seem a little too difficult though, and decided against it, because I didn't want to wake myself up.
I walked over to the huge window and stared out at the city, wondering what to do next. Immediately I started thinking about sex. I shook that off, though, deciding that it'd be best not to risk waking up, over sex neither. So I figured I'd just fly around a bit more and see what happens. I touched the glass, slowly at first, my hand sinking through the window, followed by my arm, then the rest of my body as I walked through it. I was flying again.
Having thought the notion of sex was completely out of my head, I happened to glance down at a building below me. The blue glow of an illuminated pool on top of it stood out against the, otherwise uniformly dark, rooftops of the rest of the city. It was teaming with people - obviously a pool party; a party that, even from this height, I could tell was crawling with an absolutely absurd amount of women.
So.....being the "oh-so-iron-willed" guy that I am () I abandoned my resolve to not get caught up in sex and dropped in on the party.
Last thing I remember is having a three-some at the edge of the pool, before waking up.

Oh well...at least it was good.

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03/26/2007
"Pest Control"
I know that this dream was pretty long and there was something pretty adventurous going on, but I can’t remember. It had something to do with running through a mixture of my old neighborhood and downtown DeLand, if I’m not mistaken.
The only thing that really stands out is when I’d gone into a friend’s garage to get something. I had a flashlight in my hand and there were all these little black bugs crawling around in the garage. What I was looking for was in an overturned box on the floor. As soon as I touched the box, this flood of bugs came streaming out of it, toward me – so many that they started covering the ground to a degree where you couldn’t see the floor, between them. Their numbers reminded me of the horde of flesh-eating scarabs on The Mummy, but these were much smaller. Still, I started backing up, toward the door, and I think it was now closed behind me, because I was feeling boxed in, and the surge was coming closer.
Suddenly, having not really realized I was dreaming, yet, I forcefully willed the bugs to stop. It was as if, without being lucid, my desire for them to leave me alone suddenly caused them to halt, just a few inches from my feet.
It was then that I realized I was dreaming. A bit fascinated by this, I began to exert control over the swarm of bugs, moving them left to right, forward and backward, across the floor. They moved in their eerily organized formation – a few of them leading, with the rest of the mass following, all around the ground, and acted like a real community of bugs, under my influence. It was pretty creepy.
Unfortunately, as soon as I stopped playing with the bugs, and walked out of the garage, my alarm went off and woke me up.

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03/27/2007
(Fragments)
-I was outside, at some sort of park or something, and there was an enclosed area, like a racquetball court. I’d been with at least one friend of mine and something happened that made me realize I was dreaming. I think it was just a suspicion that came out of nowhere. It was pretty convinced that I was dreaming, but since there was nothing out of the ordinary going on, I decided to check.
I held up my hand and tried to levitate the person in front of me with my mind. He wouldn’t budge. I kept trying and couldn’t get him to move at all. (I should start getting myself in the habit of doing more reliable RC’s, but I don’t usually have this much of a problem with telekinesis.) Anyway, when this reality check failed, I began to lose what little lucidity I had. I tried to backtrack my thoughts. Somehow, in doing this, I’d remembered waking up, that morning. (which makes me wonder if some of these dreams we only remember fragments of actually begin with waking up in the morning). So, this was enough to convince me that I wasn’t dreaming, and I put my arm down, figuring that I’d been standing here, in the real world, with my arm out, trying to move some guy with my mind. Needless to say, I felt kinda stupid.
The dream went on, but I can’t remember anything else.

03/31/2007
"Tailgating at Stetson"
I was a Stetson student and there was a party going on. Some hot girls had asked me to show them something on my computer and I was having a hard time finding whatever it was we were looking for. I was also feeling self-conscious because my desk was a complete mess.

The party had spilled out into the parking lot and we were all outside just being rowdy as hell. I walked over to my car and there was some guy getting out of it, as I approached. In my mind, I was like "what the fuck is that guy doing getting out of my car??" but, even though he had his face slightly turned, I recognized him as my friend Aaron. Without seeing his face, I said "So when did you get out?� (of jail) and the guy said something like "A few weeks ago."� Then, when he turned around, I saw that it wasn't Aaron.
I then started grilling him for being in my car, asking just what the hell he was doing. I figured he'd been trying to steal something and had a feeling we were about to get into a fight. Senses heightened, I realized I was dreaming. I shrugged off the guy and told him something like "Oh, this is just a dream. You're not even worth wasting my time." He was confused about the concept of this being a dream, and tried to deny it. I then said something like "Well, if this wasn't a dream, I wouldn't be able to do this,"� and I began levitating off of the ground, a few inches, before setting myself back down.
He was like "Oh pssh. I can do that too." He then started levitating off of the ground, the same way I did, and said something like "See? You're not so special."� Slightly irritated, I then forced him back to the ground, mentally. He kept trying to levitate himself again, but I kept him "telekinetically"� glued to the floor.

Sometime around here, I'd forgotten I was dreaming. We were all still partying in the parking lot and we started passing the liquor around. My group was standing around our cars, taking shots, and getting pretty hammered. Everyone in the parking lot was rowdy, and out of nowhere, large portions of the crowd just started stripping. Needless to say, I found this strange, and I started walking across the parking lot, watching everyone with a real look on my face. The last thing I remember is some girl going down on a guy, on the concrete, while a bunch of people stood over them, watching.

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04/03/2007
I had gotten lucid sometime during the night, and the first thing that came to my mind was the snake task from March. I didn’t really even care that the month was over. Now that I think about it, though, I did forget about there having supposed to have been an island that we drove the snakes out of. Instead, I just went around, outside, grabbing these snakes with my hands and flinging them as far away from me, in the air, as I could. I do remember that these snakes were nothing like normal snakes. They were something out of a weird, sci-fi movie. They looked more like alien larvae than snakes, really. They had no “faces� and their bodies seemed to be made out of coils of organic tubing, rather than a single, ropelike structure. Weird.

04/06/07
Dream One:
"What'cha gonna do?"

So, apparently, I was a friend of the Bad Boys character, Marcus Burnett (Martin Lawrence). Him, some chick (that I think was Tea Leoni’s character) and I were at his partner Mike’s (Will Smith) house, waiting for him. This house was actually a blend of my present house and a house I’ve never seen before.

Sometime during our wait, Marcus got the “brilliant” idea to turn out all the lights and scare Mike, when he came home. I hid behind the bar and Marcus and the girl hid inside the piano. After a few minutes, we heard Mike come through the front door. He started trying the lights and none of them were working, so he started stalking into the house with his gun drawn, looking for any signs of an intruder. I was unarmed and could tell that he had his gun out, so I didn’t exactly want to just stand up and go “RAAH!!”

Anyway, I could see him slowly walk passed the bar. If he were to simply turn to the left, he’d see me, or just my figure in the dark. Even without looking at me, though, he knew I was there. He reached for his wallet, casually at first, and then made a, jokingly, all-too-animated "fumble" with the wallet, dropping it onto the ground, right beside me, saying "whooops!" out loud, sarcastically.

Using this as an excuse to look in my direction, he began to turn toward me. I reached out, silently, picked up his wallet and threw it across the room. Since he still wasn't really looking at me, I figured I could use the sound to trick him into thinking there was another threat in the room. As soon as he turned his head, I began to run, but he instantly turned back around and jumped on me, pinning me to the ground, on my back, and putting the gun to my forehead. I'm like "WHOA!! Hold up, Mike! It was a joke! Hell, it was Marcus's idea. He's in the piano!" (or something to that affect) and trying to reason with him, but he wasn't listening to me. I could tell he wanted to pull the trigger, and the more I tried to convince him it was a joke and we were just trying to scare him, the harder I could feel him putting the pistol up against my head.

Now, I've had guns in my face before, in waking life, and this was just as intense. I could practically visualize him pulling the trigger (and I'm actually surprised that just my anxiety of that thought didn't cause it to happen, in the dream). Every time his finger got tighter on the trigger, I could actually feel it, all through my body. I kept trying to convince him, and he kept getting more agitated. I was even trying to call out to Marcus to say something - anything - but neither of them were saying a word, from the piano. Finally, I stopped short of pleading to him, and I remember telling him, specifically, that I wasn't going to beg him for my life - that if he chose to shoot me, then he should go ahead and do it, because I wasn't about to plead and cry at his feet, for him not to shoot me, over his own ignorance. Something about that got to him and he eased up and turned on the kitchen light. (Funny, that the lights were, now, automatically, working.) Keeping the gun aimed at me, he went to the piano. Suddenly, a front panel in the piano opened up and, inside, was Marcus banging this girl that he was hiding with (), but their images were distorted. They looked, almost, animated; their limbs and bodies slightly elasticized, something like a live-action Dali painting. Dunno if that makes any sense.

Anyway, Marcus and this girl kept on getting busy and Mike, seeing that I was right, starts laughing at what's going on. The two guys shared some funny exchange of dialogue, like they would in the movie, and we all started laughing. In the middle of all the laughter, I got up and walked to the bathroom, relieved that the whole thing was over. For some unknown reason, while I was taking a piss (after, ironically, all of that shit just happened), I realized I was dreaming. I turned to the side and looked at my reflection in the mirror. I remember my eyes getting all distorted, and one side of my face seeming to slide, slowly, lower than the other as I moved forward, toward my mirror image. I didn't really have anything planned, for the next time I got lucid, so I just wondered where stepping through the mirror would take me. I put my hand out and, at first, the mirror didn't want to give. I pushed a little more and took some of my focus away from the mirror, and my hand passed right through it. I then leaned forward and fell through the mirror, like a window of water. From here, I got stuck in a dark void. It looked like tv static, with the brightness turned almost all the way down.

04/09/2007
Took a dietary supplement before bed, last night, and had a pretty long night of lucids. Unfortunately, I was also dead tired, when I went to sleep, and slept like a rock. I woke up a few times during the night but never got up to record my dreams, so my recall is horrible.

Dream One:
"God of War' Monsters"(Incubation)
So, I borrowed God of War for the PS2, yesterday, from a friend of mine, since I never got the chance to beat it. While playing it, I decided to try setting in my mind the intention to have a God of War related dream. I was a little doubtful that it would work, so well, but I ended up having a GoW dream, as well as becoming lucid.

The first thing I remember is being in a long, dimly lit, hallway that was about as wide as half a football field and was so long that it stretched on into darkness for, what seemed like, ever. My mom was with me, and I'm pretty sure her boyfriend was, too. We were going, one way, down this hallway when a huge stampede of people started running our way, out of the dark, screaming. Their clothing was kind of obscure but they seemed like villagers of some sort, and were wore almost the same tone of dull-green. We all turn around and ran, in fear of being trampled by this mob. Leading the way, I told mom and Jim (her b/f) to cut around the next corner, as the hallway dropped off into a canyon, and hanging a left was the only way to not fall. As we turned the corner, we looked back for the crowd and, mindlessly, they all continued running, in hysteria, and plummeted, one after the other, over the edge. Completely shocked by this, I suddenly realized I was dreaming.

I was instantly curious as to what everyone was running from, so I walked back around the corner. Coming out of the dark, I could see three large figures, stalking right along next to each other. I immediately recognized them as beasts from God of War. I can't really remember what the other two were, but I know one of them was a Medusa. Anxious for a fight, I took the time out to stop and look at my hands and solidify the dream. My fingers were bent in all kinds of weird directions. I got side-tracked for a moment, while looking at my hands, trying to make visualize my fingers stretching and tying themselves in a knot. Couldn't make it happen, though. So, with every detail much more clear, I turned my attention back toward the three monsters and started running toward them.

One of the beasts threw a spinning wheel of a, glowing, energy weapon at me. Without even thinking twice, I put up my hands in front of me, to block it. The weapon slammed into my hands and started grinding against them, while continuing to spin. It sounded like a metal wheel scraping up against a metal barrier, and sparks were flying from the point of impact. It was pretty badass. I then threw my hands to the side and made the wheel go flying off to the side, and kept fighting. I don't remember much of the fight, except for that I was doing some of the crazy multi-directional dives/rolls/evades like Kratos does on the game. I also ended up with a weapon of some sort, but instead of the Blades of Chaos, that are two swords, attached to chains, I got some sort of flaming disc attached to a chain. Sort of like a blazing version of Rygar's Sheild.

I'm not sure if it was sometime during the fight or after, but I tried dream spinning, and ended up killing the dream.


Dream (Fragment) Three:
Another lucid. I remember flying out over the beach, at night, but I don't recall anything before it. Once I got out away from the land and headed toward the watery horizon, I started getting a little nervous, because I was flying so close to the water. Knowing that I was dreaming, I was hoping that I wouldn't have any encounter with the various sea monsters that are usually in the waters of my dreams. Something about being so far out over the ocean, with no land in sight, was beginning to freak me out. I have never really head much success with speeding up, while already in flight, but I figured I should try it out. I threw all of my focus forward and visualized the world around me speeding past. Without much effort, I was, suddenly, flying faster than I think I ever have. I'm still amazed that I could feel water spraying up beneath me, when I took off. Even though I was in first person, I could tell that my mind was actually creating the full sense that I was flying so fast that, like a dragonball Z character or something, I was creating a wake in the water below and spraying it up behind me. Awesome feeling.
That's about all of this dream I remember, though.


Dream (Fragment) Four:
I actually remember a bunch of other random fragments, but don't know how they really tied into any other full dreams. A lot of more waking-life-ish stuff. There was also a long, lucid sequence where I was walking around and levitating things, to keep me lucid, instead of looking at my hands constantly. There was also a short, non-lucid, scene where I had a walrus as a pet.

04/23/2007
Dream One:
"Aimlessly Lucid" / "Archeologist's Dream"
Had about the longest lucid I've had in a while, last night (with some B6 and melatonin, before bed). I'd woken up and then fallen back asleep, so my recall is really hazy. There are a lot of things I just don't remember, and things that I can't remember in which order they happened.

But anyway, the first thing I remember is being in someone's house. There were a bunch of us just hanging around, BSing. I'd gotten up, went to the bathroom and was washing my mouth out, as if I'd just gotten done eating something. With no other cue, whatsoever, than the fact that things just didn't feel right, [color=blue]I suddenly realized I was dreaming, while spitting the water back in the sink. I looked over at a little monkey statuete that was on the counter. It had this wide-open mouth that was baring parted teeth. To confirm that I was dreaming I focused on closing the mouth of the monkey with my mind. Since the monkey was a single-piece carving, and there were no hinges on the mouth, the monkey's face actually morphed, making a smooth transition from opened- to closed-mouth, as if it were a real creature.
I was definitely dreaming.



I knew I had to ground myself into the dream and noticed that there was a haze that was starting to fall over things, so I looked at my hands. (I know I ended up doing this a lot, throughout the dream(s) and was impressed, even while dreaming, at how long I maintained my lucidity.) They didn't really look too abnormal, this time. The concentration on my hands brought everything about the dream into a deeper level of detail. I walked outside, not really paying much attention to anyone else. I remember stopping on the porch and asking myself what it was I wanted to do with my lucidity. For the longest time, I couldn't really decide. (I need to start having a plan for when I spontaneously become lucid. =/ None of the tasks this month have really grabbed my attention, so I couldn't really think of anything to do.) I finally decided to just go do some flying and see wherever my mind wanted to take me. I looked at the sky and remember seeing the white clouds suddenly change their patterns, really drastically. A fluffy outline of a figure emerged in the clouds, actually giving the sky the look of a DV Member's artwork that I saw, yesterday, of a woman's form in the clouds.
I bent my legs, took off, and was instantly hundreds of feet above the ground. At first, I was having a little bit of trouble maintaining altitude, but I quickly got the hang of it, and just headed off in one direction.



I remember, sometime around here, that I had wound up in the city. I was in what looked like a highrise apartment that had a glass window along an entire wall. (Maybe I flew in through the glass, but I don't remember.) The room also had a blue martial arts mat that took up the entire floor, so I'd figured this place to be a dojo. I distinctly remember walking around, pacing, on this mat, trying to think of something to do with my lucidity. (And, OF COURSE, I completely forget about trying to find the Crossroads or the Lucid Dojo...even though I'm lucid...in a dojo...and looking for something to do. ...Just shoot me, now. :sweat2: ) I felt the need to stabilize the dream again, and stared at the white, stucco wall of the dojo, instead of my hand. It did the trick, though, and the dream was much more vivid, again.

I'm not too sure if I was lucid through the beginning of this next part, and I definitely remember gaining lucidity again later on, so I'll just say that I wasn't:

I ended up flying out to this jungle that was on an island. The water was an almost unnaturally bright blue and there was a much larger island beside the one I'd landed on. On this island, I started getting into your standard adventure game (God of War) scenarios, having to go into caves to find relics and artifacts (For what reason? ...I don't know. :shrug: ) and getting through all of these traps. The last thing I had to pass, in this jungle, was a strip of croc-infested water. It's hard to believe I have a hard time recalling something that was that intense. I remember running over their faces, tripping and falling into the water at times, scrambling back on all fours from them, while they snap at me, and grabbing one that had just snapped his jaws shut, and holding his mouth closed - knowing that their jaws are much easier to keep closed, than to stop from closing. It was a hell of a trial, but I got passed them. When I was done with this island, carrying whatever it was I was carrying, I flew across the waterway and onto the bigger island, which was dominated by a mountain.





Next thing I remember, I'm scaling the top of the mountain, it's getting dark out, and it's snowing. For a lot of this part, I was in third-person perspective and could see that the top of the mountain was actually shaped like an animal. It was as if a statue the size of Godzilla had been carved directly into the face of the mountain. I don't know exactly what kind of animal it was, but I remember it resembling a bear standing up on its hind legs. This statue was so massive that, in climbing the mountain, I was actually climbing the statue. In different sections of the "Bear's" body, were entrances to different caverns. Each with its own relic that I had to get, and each with it's own set of traps. If I remember correctly, there was one entrance in either hand and one in the mouth. I don't remember what kind of trap I met when I entered the first corridor but, being inside it and having gotten what I came in there for, I realized I was dreaming, again.



I actually stopped and said to myself that I was going to need to start trying to recall some things, now, if I'm going to remember them, when I wake up. I thought of a couple of reminding key words, looked at my hands again, to stabilize the dream, and headed back out, the way I came in. On the way back out, the thin corridor lost its floor and, instead, was a long pit of crocs. ...Again. I made much shorter work of the crocs this time, fighting them back and even taking a few chomped fingers. The pain was hardly enough to bother me. It was there, though.
Still going along with this dream, I headed over to the other entrance, climbing over to the "Bear's other hand" which was cupped upward, to make a sort of bowl-shaped ledge, in front of the cave entrance. On this snow-covered ledge, I was attacked by a pack of wolves. I remember much less about this than the fight with the crocs, but it was just about as crazy.

I don't remember actually going in the second cave, but I'm sure I did, because I was soon climbing up to the mouth of the "Bear." As with the other entrances, the entire mouth was glowing with torch-light. Inside was another long corridor, with a metal-fence type grating on the floor. I don't think anything happened on my way in but, on my way out of the cave, I was suddenly being chased by a tall saw blade that came up out of the floor, like a shark fin, and a train of fire which was coming out of the walls of the hallway, in succession, in my direction. I started hauling ass. (Didn't have time to stand around and build up too much confidence in my lucidity, when I saw that shit coming. :sweat1 This dual-trap was getting closer to me, as I was getting closer to the entrance. When I got to the end, though, I remembered that there was no ground under this entrance. This was the mouth of a "bear" and it was a protrusion in the face of the statue.
Without even thinking, I dove to the floor, sliding the few extra inches and straight out of the mouth of the statue, grabbing the very edge with my hand. My perspective then switched to third person again, and I saw the outside of the bear/mountain, with myself dangling from its mouth, while a huge stream of fire sprayed out into the night, a few feet over my head. Yes. It was pretty fuckin dope. Haha.



Anyway, after that, I went up to the top of the "bear's" head. Up there, there was something of a climax, but I don't remember it. I don't really even know if I stayed lucid through it. All I know was the top of the bearmountainstatuething's head was an enormous disc that me and whoever I ended up confronting were standing on, and it was made of ice. I don't really even remember how significant that was, to the fight, (if there was a fight?) but I just remember it making things really slippery.

04/24/2007
"Fatal Attraction"

Another vivid B6 dream.
I was in a mansion, standing just at the door to my room, looking out into the hall. I could tell there were a lot of people roaming around this mansion, and it had the atmosphere of a college dorm or frat house. It was obviously late in the night, and the hallway lights were out. From one of the rooms in the hallway, a girl (that looks a lot like my friend N, now that I think about it) in a green belly-shirt and black pants comes out, closing the door behind her. She saw me, smiled, and started walking my way, seductively. I could tell that she was coming from another guy’s room, but I really didn't care. From the way we were eyeing each other, I could tell that we were going to be getting to know each other very quickly.

Before I knew it, we were on my bed, making out, and damn was it good. It was definitely one of the best make-out sessions I think I've ever had, whether in a dream or in waking life. I could smell her hair and she was small, but slightly thick, and her skin felt so good. One thing was quickly leading to another and, while she was starting to go down on me, my perspective changed to the outside of the mansion.
There was a wingless, stone gargoyle on the roof that was near a huge clock. The clock struck a certain hour and bells started tolling. Suddenly, the gargoyle statue started to move, and the outside of the mansion began changing in appearance. The flawless façade of the mansion took on a old, condemned look - solid stone walls replaced with rotting wooden boards and broken windows. Also, an attic door (something like the one in the movie House on Haunted Hill, which my friend and I had been talking about, over the weekend) opened up behind the gargoyle. The gargoyle then turned, slowly, and walked in through the opening. This (approx) 10 foot beast was now in the mansion.

My perspective switched back to first-person and, right on cue with the tolling of the bells, the girl starts acting really creepy. She was getting this evil little tone to her pillow-talk. I can't remember what all she was saying, though. I do know that it ended up with her pulling two bloody, human organs from (somewhere?) and dropping them down on me, laughing wickedly. She implied that they were taken out of the guy in the previous room, after she’d had her way with him, and that I was next. She then leaned down over me and forcefully tried to kiss me. As she was doing this, her mouth started oozing blood that I can only assume was not her own.
I threw her off of me and made a break for the door, conscious of this supernatural transformation that the entire situation had taken. I think I was beginning to realize I was dreaming (but to a small enough extent to say I wasn't yet lucid) and headed straight for a wall, in the hallway. Overwriting doubt, I lunged at the wall and crashed straight through it, effortlessly. I then crashed through wall after wall, until I was outside.

Outside, it was now day time. I was (still) running my ass off and there happened to be a train station right outside the mansion. I was trying to make the train and could see it just beginning to pull away, as I got closer. Also coming closer to lucidity, and suspending doubt, I jumped at the train and drove my fingers into its steel side like Wolverine's claws, hanging onto the side of the train as it sped up, away from the station. I then crawled, sideways, along the face of the train and then up to the roof of the car. While atop the train, I finally came to what I believe was my first true realization that I was dreaming. Having been on all fours, I was no longer worried about falling off the train, and stood up, surfer-style. It was completely immersive. I could feel the wind whipping by me, and the subtle movements of the train, beneath my feet.
I don't know if I heard her voice or what, but something made me turn around, and I saw the girl from the room crawling up on top of the train, behind me. She was talking a lot of shit, that I can’t remember, but I basically told her that I knew this was all just a dream, and she poses no threat to me.

I then turned back around, ignored her, and just enjoyed riding on top of the speeding train.

That's all I remember.

05/06/07
Well, needless to say, I was pretty drunk last night (cinco de mayo and all ) so I don't really remember much of what went on in my dreams. I do know that it (I only remember having one) was really long, and switched back and forth, from lucid to non-, throughout. One time that stood out, in particular, was when I was walking down the road in front of my old middle school, with friends, and started suspecting that I was dreaming. Coming to an intersection, I decided to test the theory and jumped up into the air, placing my foot on the top of the stop sign and stepping over it, dropping down to the other side. I knew I was dreaming, then, but it didn't last very long.
Later, a bunch of us were sitting in my folks' old living room and I was on the couch with some girl, showing her my art portfolio. We ended up making out pretty hard, later on.
Another piece I remember is being outside my house and questioning whether or not this could actually be a dream. I'd realized that the same dream (which felt like nearly a whole day) seemed so real, so vivid, and so long that, should the whole thing suddenly stop and I woke up in my bed, I would find it completely unbelievable. All of my senses told me that this was reality, which was why it was so hard for me to maintain lucidity throughout the dream, but shortly after that thought, I woke up in my bed, and couldn't help but smile at how incredible transitioning from dreaming- to waking-life can be.

Short one, but it counts.

05/07/2007
Why are all of my B6/Melatonin dreams so unpleasant? I know that the B6 makes things more vivid, but I'm really curious as to why the content is always so...shitty..
I went to sleep watching Spider-Man 3. Had a dream that I was walking barefoot through the desert, shoeless. Out of nowhere, there were these booby-traps in the ground that shot these curved quills into my feet and shins. I started struggling to get over them, pain surging through my legs. I found a big group of rocks and was able to sit down on them. I had to pull each of the quills out of my feet, individually. They were all about 5 inches long, and I had to drag them out, the long way, because the tips of the quills had hooks on them, like fish-hooks, so the only way to get them out was to run them all the way through. It Really hurt.
Just when I got them out, I realized that there were ants all over the rocks, and they were now crawling all over me. I started writhing around and brushing myself off to get the ants off of me, but there were millions of them. I don't think I ever got bit by any of them, though. The last thing I remember is hearing a loud "Rooooooooooaaaaaaarrr...." from out in the desert. It took me a minute, but I realized it was the Sandman. As soon as this happened I remembered that I was watching Spider-Man when I went to sleep, and the audio had worked its way into my dream. I woke up right after that.

05/15/2007
”L1 and L2” / “Failed Lucid Task”
This one started at a college party or something. There was a girl that a frat brother was with, L1 - a girl that I (kinda) knew in waking life, and she was trying to hook me up with a friend of hers. I wasn't really all that interested in the second girl, and was more interested in L1. By the end of the night, there was really no chemistry between the second girl and I, at all. Before too long, everyone was absolutely wasted, and a bit of an orgy broke out. L1 and her friend were side-by-side, going at it with two guys, and me and a bunch of other people were standing around watching, drinking and just…well…still partying, while this was going on.

Later, L1’s friend(s) had left and I was talking to her. She was asking me why I never made any moves on her friend and I said something about how I’d been more interested in making a move on her, but never really had the opportunity, because that other guy was always hanging around her, and that (I forget the reason why, but) I just wasn’t really interested in her friend.
She was kind of shocked at this and then started to get excited. She said something like “Well…I’m going to go check and see if my roommate is coming home any time soon…if not….you can make any moves on me you want.” She smiled and went inside the house where the party was.

She came back out and gave me the all clear and we were immediately making out. We went inside and I slammed the door behind me, practically pushing her down the hallway, while kissing her, with my arm wrapped around her lower back so that her feet barely touched the floor. We were damn near tripping over each other, trying to walk and make out at the same time. At first, we were in a sort of living room, and started banging on the sofa. We switched positions a time or two and then I’d noticed that the window blinds were open. Across the way was, apparently, my mom’s house. She and my daughter were sitting at the dining room table and their window was adjacent to ours. We suddenly jumped up off of the couch, amazed that they hadn’t seen us, and then closed the blinds. A bit unnerved at this, we decided to take it to the bedroom.
In the bedroom, we were going nuts. It seemed like we’d been going at it forever and, at one point, I’d happened to notice that my shadow was casting itself upon the closed, bedroom blinds. Due to the motion, it would be obvious to anyone outside, what was going on. I tried to adjust my position a bit, to bring my shadow out of the window, but when I looked back down at L…she was gone.

I was like “what the fuck??” and started looking around for her. I opened the bedroom door, still completely naked, and saw another girl that I worked with in waking life, L2 (who I really had a thing for) and she was obviously just coming home from work, dressed in a green and black suit. She was sitting on the couch, letting her hair down, and must have heard the bedroom door open, because she started to turn to look at me. I shut the door before she saw me. I was thinking “L2 is L1’s ROOMATE???! Oh shit!” I just knew L2 was going to try to investigate why the door closed so suddenly, and as soon as I thought this, I could hear her knocking. I’m like “Shit…Shit..Shit…Shit…” and looking for a place to hide. I ran to the bathroom and closed the door. Standing, silent, in the dark bathroom, I heard her come in the room. I was thinking “This isn’t happening! There is NO WAY this is happening!!! I must be dreaming!!!” I tried to put my hand through the wall, to confirm it, and it wouldn’t move. It felt just like a real wall.
I heard the bathroom doorknob begin to rattle.
“NOOO!” I’m thinking to myself. “THIS IS A DREAM! TELL ME THIS IS A DREAM!!” I then tried to put my hand through the wall again…..and it worked!! My hand passed right through the wall like air. Not waiting around for another moment, I suddenly flew up through the bathroom ceiling, and out of the house.

I was in a bit of a black void for a little while, still flying upward. I was trying to think of something constructive to do with my lucidity, before I lost it. Immediately I thought about the Tasks of the Month. I hadn’t really paid much attention to this month’s tasks, before now, and the only one I could remember was the one about “making a tree pull up its roots and walk around.” I knew I had to create a scene with trees. It was suddenly daytime, and I was now descending toward a green field. Everything looked animated, though, and I could tell that my concentration of trying to create an outdoor scene with trees was making the dream fade. I could actually feel myself waking up. To counter this, I simply stopped trying, for a moment. I completely relaxed and looked at the scenery, as it was. Everything came back into focus. (I forgot about looking at my hands, though.) With a bit more control, I thought about a wooded area and was, soon after, landing in a small clearing, surrounded by trees. Most of the trees were rather small, and I wanted to uproot something impressive. I turned around and saw that I was standing in front of a massive tree. I decided to get started and wondered how I was going to go about this.
I’d actually misinterpreted the task, in that it asked for the tree to “pull up it’s own roots” and walk around. Instead, I decided to levitate the tree up out of the ground. I focused on it and lifted my arms slowly upward. The tree began to rise, and I could see that it had a squared base, completely flat, with no roots. While keeping the tree in the air, I began to manipulate the bottom of it, using my mind to draw out long tendrils of roots from the square base. Just as they touched the ground, and I was prepared to make the tree walk around, I got stung on my arm by something.
I looked down and saw a tiny wasp, about the size of a fly. My vision actually had to zoom in on it, to tell that it was (what looked like) a wasp. As soon as I noticed it, though, I noticed another…and another, and another. I was now being swarmed by these wasps that I had obviously disturbed when I uprooted the tree. (Damn my detailed mind. ). After trying to swat them away for a while, I was preparing to do the old DBZ energy field thing and fry them all, but the dream suddenly ended.

06/13/2007
"More Failed Lucid Tasks"
I'd gotten up at about 5:40 - about 20mins before my alarm was set to go off - after a "dreamless" night. At first I was thinking about just staying up, but decided to lay back down and see if I could pull off a WBTB.

The dream started in a school gymnasium. It was filled with people and we were all doing different activities, around the gym floor. I was playing basketball with a group and, out of nowhere, began to suspect that I was dreaming. Everything was really vivid, though (I think I had B-6 that night, but it's now 4 days later, when I'm writing this, and I don't remember) and I was having a really hard time confirming my suspicion.
I decided to check my watch for the time and backtrack my memory of what time I'd gone to sleep. I had a hard time reading the hands on my watch, but settled on around 2:00 or something. I remembered that the last thing I'd thought of, while awake, was that I only had a few minutes before having to get up for work, and here I was, suddenly, playing basketball.
Somebody passed by me and asked me "what the hell" I was doing, because I obviously wasn't paying attention to the game. I said "dreaming," brushing them off, and went back to my own train of thought. I looked at my hands but everything was already vivid, and didn't come any more in focus than it already was. I did notice, however, that my pinky finger was nothing more than a small nub. I heard the airhorn go off, on the basketball court and, at first, I think it was the sound of my alarm clock having slipped into my dream and taken on the sound of the airhorn, but I decided to stay in the dream just a little while longer and simply ignored the sound.
I started thinking about the lucid tasks, and had to really concentrate to even remember what they were. I slung out my hands in front of me and try to spray fire from them, to walk through, but the dream was so vivid that I couldn't overpower the imagery. I wasn't able to create a fire, no matter how hard I tried. Then I thought about the animal thing. I had told myself, while awake, when I first heard about the task, that I'd try to manifest something interesting like a velociraptor to ask about myself (lol). I tried to make one come through the double-doors of the gym, but nothing happened.
Shortly after this, there was a huge medical emergency. One of the girls on the court broke her nose or something and was bleeding all over the place. We were soon back in the locker rooms where she was being tended to by the paramedics, and everyone was just standing around watching. While all the DC's were enthralled with this blood-soaked girl, I was behind the group, trying to put my hand through the wall. I simply couldn't. Everything felt exactly like waking life, and I couldn't get the slightest bit of control...which was kinda frustrating.
Suddenly, we were outside. The guys that had been playing football in another section of the gym wanted to continue the game, outside. It was night out, and being outside the gym was like being out behind buildings in an office park, or something. There was a small strip of road/parking lot, and a fence on the other side of it. It was also nighttime. The ball was flat and they kept wanting to play, anyway. I was still aware I was dreaming and not paying too much attention to them. I did try to catch it a few times, but I would always either lose sight of it, as it flew up into the black backdrop of sky, or I'd be blinded by a streetlight and lose sight of it. I remember catching it over my head once and falling back into the fence. I noticed that I couldn't throw it a tall, but a few feet.
The girls suggested that all the guys play shirtless, and that was when I completely lost interest, because I was more focused on dreaming. A car rolled passed us, and I stuck out my arms. I tried to lift the car into the air, but I couldn't move it at all. It simply continued moving slowly passed us. My eyes were drawn off into the distance, and I saw an awesome sight. Fire suddenly began streaming down from the sky, lighting up the black night with a bright orange blaze. At the same time, I could see the waters from the ocean surge up from the horizon. The two forces met in the middle and caused a huge sort of explosion that sent two tornadoes of water roll inward from the coast. The twisters followed the road that we were playing on and we stood off to the side, watching them slip right passed us, just as the car did, moments ago.
Again, I stuck out my arms and concentrated, trying to turn the two tornadoes of water into tornadoes of fire, so I could walk through them and complete the task. I wasn't able to though, of course.
I lost lucidity and the dream skipped ahead a little bit but we were still outside. I was now standing behind some girl with my arms around her, and rubbing her stomach. She turned a little and asked me something about chosing between two places; "somewhere" that I didn't hear, and the bathroom. I had a fairly good idea of what she was talking about, though.


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06/25/2007
"The Giant Tornado" or "The Tornado Giant"
I was outside a house and there was a tornado coming. A bunch of my family members were in this house, and we all prepared to take shelter. While standing outside, I could see the tornado coming in closer, over the tops of the other houses in the neighborhood. As the tornado got closer, it lost its spin and became transparent. From inside, a giant figure emerged, looking something like a cave troll from LotR, but about the size of a two-story house and wearing what I think was a pair of blue over-alls. Apparently, this was a mythological creature that spawned/controled tornados.
It looked over at our house and I ran inside with the others. Once inside, I was trying to help get all the kids hidden, when the section of the roof over me was suddenly ripped up off of it's base. The giant peering down through the hole at me. Just as it was about to stick its arm in and grab me, I ran into one of the other rooms, in the opposite direction of the one the kids were hidding in, trying to draw the giant away. As soon as I got into the other room, its roof is torn away, too, my eyes raising to those of the giant, once more.
I bolted out of the room and out of the house. Running out through the front door, I knew the giant's position, and that he would have to come around the side of the house, to follow me, so I had a bit of a head start.
My perspective changed, and I saw myself running around the front of the building, as the giant came around from the side and started lumbering after me. I remember everything had switched from day to night and then back again, by this time. With the giant now coming around the front of the house, I shot around the other side and circled around to the back yard, hopping a small fence between our yard and the one behind us. I crossed someone elses yard and ran toward their, slightly higher, fence on the other side. This fence was nearly as tall as I was, but I jumped high enough to put one foot on top of it and hop off, to the other side.
When I landed, still running, I began to suspect I was dreaming. I looked back and the giant was still chasing me. Ahead of me was a large wall - one that was definitely too high to get over, without climbing. Having the hunch that I was dreaming (but it definitely wasn't a high level of lucidity, of most of my attention was still on getting away from the giant thing chasing me) I jumped up as high as I could and flew over the top of the wall, dropping down on the other side. Unfortunately, the same moment where I became 100% sure I was dreaming, was also the last thing I remember.
I really don't think I woke up, right after that...I just can't remember anything else.

06/30/2007
Had a bunch of really crazy dreams last night, but I don't remember much of them. I was a bit hammered, but decided to take some B-6 and Melatonin just to see what I could get out of it. From what it's worth, I remember having some really whacked-out dreams, but I couldn't resist going back to sleep, after waking up really early, so I've lost damn near everything, in the way of recall.

Dream Two
-In another dream, some friends and I were being stalked through our city by ninjas (they actually struck me more as a cross between ninjas and hooded jihadists. They tried to ambush us a number of times, but we were pretty good about holding them off. I remember one time, specifically, where we had walked into a house (dunno whose it was, but I'm sure it was one of ours, because it felt like "home") and were jumped by like 7 ninjas in a crowded hallway. It was a crazy fight, but I'm pretty sure we got out of that one too.
Later, in the same dream, I had a short moment of lucidity. I was out in a cul-de-sac, and a bus was coming down the street. It came straight for me and I had to dive out of the way. As the bus circled around toward me again, I realized that these "ninjas" had adopted the tactic of trying to run me over with a public bus. Standing defensively as the bus steered itself back in my direction, I recognized how absurd this was and that I must be dreaming. I cupped my fingers as if preparing to grab the bus's bumper and then slung my arm upward, trying to flip the bus, telekinetically. I don't really remember how vivid this part of the dream was, but I was obviously distracted enough to fail at this and, not quite knowing what else to do, I lunged forward and braced myself, shouldering myself into the bus to rip through it, upon impact. The bus slammed straight into me and, for an instant, it looked like a video game glitch or something - where I can see both the outside world, and the inside of the bus, at the same time. Then, everything just ended and I woke up, involuntarily.

Huh...I wonder if that counts as a dream death?

07/18/2007
I had a long lucid last night, but I didn’t get to sleep until around 1 a.m. so, by the time I woke up, I was still so tired that nearly the entire dream had slipped from my memory, within seconds.
I don’t remember anything that happened before I’d gotten lucid. The first thing I really remember is that I was somewhere in the woods, at night, had just figured out I was dreaming, and was trying to fly. At first I was having a bit of a hard time getting airborne, but finally got my feet to hover up off of the ground. I stayed there for a moment, just swaying a foot or two above the grass, making sure I could keep myself “afloat.” Then, I took off and began flying higher, skimming just over the treetops. I ended up going over a large body of water and I could see the moon reflecting off of water and the lights of a few cities, out in front of me.
I can’t remember what “they” were, but I was chasing these balls of light, in the distance. They would stream into view, from my left and right, and I’d have to turn up my speed to catch up to them. I found going faster really hard to do, but realized it was a lot easier if I focused my eyes on one of the flying things and closed distance whenever it was making a turn. I actually ended up catching up to one of these things, but I just can’t remember what it was I was chasing. I think I was chasing flying (humanoid) DC’s, because that would perfectly tie into what happens next, but I’m not sure.
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This next part is really hazy (also), but I’ll tell it the best I can. Sooner or later, I was in someone’s two-story house. It was still night time and I don’t remember having lost lucidity at all. The main thing I remember about this scenario was that there were 3 or 4 mystical villains running around this house. (Who might have been the origins of the lights I was chasing earlier.) I’m pretty sure they were all women, but I’m not certain.
I don’t remember the reason, but we were fighting, in this house. I think they were attacking the people that lived there, or something. This group had “powers” that could match my own lucid “abilities,” to a point, and it was actually a pretty badass fight. We were phasing through walls, floors and ceilings as if they weren’t even there, and kicking each others asses. I charged back my arms and then started throwing “Hadokens,” like Ryu and Ken, in Street Fighter, (and even yelling out “Hadoken!” to help me visualize the attack) and ended up owning them all, that way, hitting them in the chests and watching them dissipate into thin air.
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After this there was another, larger enemy that I fought, outside. I was in a big city, like <?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-comffice:smarttags" /><st1:State w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">New York</st1:place></st1:State>, but in a more urban area; surrounded by towering brownstones. There was a mob of people - many of which, I remember, were my family members - standing around in this large parking lot, watching as I was fighting whatever it was I was fighting. (That part is completely gone. )
All I remember is, after winning, I was so amped that I ran to the nearest car, which was some badass black sports car that had the body of something like a Lotus, but had a roaring engine, like a McLaren F1, screaming “YEAH!” or “WOOHOO!!” or something to that affect.
Still lucid, I didn’t bother to go around the car, to the door. I simply dove straight at it and spun around in the air, phasing backward through the front of the car and landing in the front seat. I started the car and peeled out of the overhang, whipping it all around the parking lot, dodging most of the crowd as I did donuts and burnouts all over the place. At some points, I’d be veering toward a large section of the group of people standing around, and then I’d spin the wheel, drop a gear and slam on the gas, making the car slide sideways to a stop, right in front of the people I had been about to hit, and sort of hang there for a moment with inertia while the rear tires continued spinning at high speed, before taking off in another direction. Some of the DC’s were actually getting pissed, because I was scaring the hell out of them, while I was joyriding, and came within a few inches of hitting them. I didn’t really care, though.
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Finally, the squealing of the tires had drawn attention. My perspective zoomed out for a moment, and I could see the street, which was higher than the parking lot, and filled with Fire and Rescue crews. (I think they had something to do with a response to my last fight, which probably destroyed some of the area, but I really don’t know.) Police cruisers came down the ramp to the lot, along with some guy off the street who had called in on me for “disturbing the peace.”
Then there was a long exchange - during which I’d lost lucidity – where I was trying to convince the guy not to press charges. My “family members” (many of whom weren’t any of my real family members) tried to back me up. One of them even flashed a gun (though the cops didn’t see it) trying to scare the guy into dropping the whole thing, which was unnecessary, because I was already talking the guy out of it, in the first place.
Don’t remember anything else.
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[Edit: I vaguely remember something that had to do with a huge underground cavern/chamber. I can’t remember if it had anything to do with the villains in the last dream, or if it was a completely separate dream, all together, but it was a really intricate, fantasy-type chamber, with glyphs all over the walls and whatnot. Kinda like something you’d see in Lord of the Rings.]

07/25/2007
Had a loooooong lucid, last night. But I ended up forgetting to set my alarm and woke up an hour late, so I lost most of the dream because I had to jump out of bed and rush to get ready for work. (Figures =/ ) I only remember bits and pieces.

Anyway, Todd was in this one. We had been talking about dreams, last night, so I thought it was cool that he was with me, throughout this whole LD.

The first thing I really remember was being in someone's apartment. Somebody had come to the door, and the owner of the apartment went to the door and answered it. I don't think I ever got too good a look at who was at the door, but while the person sitting next to me said something along the lines of "What if it's the cops?" (I guess we were doing something we weren't supposed to be?) But it was because of that question that I became more aware of my surroundings. I knew things didn't quite feel right, and that I was in a completely unfamiliar setting. I said "Well that wouldn't really matter." The guy said "Why not?" and I said "Because I'm dreaming," smiling and getting up off of the couch.

There is a big portion of what happened next missing from my memory but, some time later, Todd and I were up on the roof of a building. We "both" knew I was dreaming and we'd been going around doing a whole bunch of "lucid stuff." There was a short wall surrounding the roof area and Todd had the urge to jump from the top. He ran and jumped, his feet grazing the top of the wall and knocking a few bricks loose. I looked down on him and saw him land on his feet after having dropped a good 10 stories or more. I looked at the small hole in the brick barrier and felt the need to break something also. At first, I held my hands up and visualized the bricks returning to the way they were. The wall began molding itself back into place, bricks popping into existence, before me. I wasn't satisfied with this, though, and slung my hands up high over my head, focusing on the making the wall higher. The brick barrier shot upward, creating a huge slab that was bigger than I was.

Now content, I took a few steps and squared off, running forward and then dove toward the brick wall, crashing through it and off the edge of the roof, angling myself head-down so that I dove toward the ground like it was made of water. I was simply curious as to what would happen if I didn't land on my feet. I was a little worried that it would hurt, but didn't care all too much. The ground rushed up at me and I smacked into it, head first. I "died" for a second, but then respawned right in the same spot where I'd landed, now sitting on the curb by the street. Todd was standing up next to me, and we had a good laugh about having jumped off the building. At this point, I said something like "Shit, I have to remember everything that's been going on, because I've been dreaming for a while, and will probably end up waking up, soon." I was having a hard time recalling everything had been going on but then, to my surprise, Todd starts doing it for me. It seems my DC had remembered the events of the dream, better than I had. Haha.

The dream went on, from this point, and I remained lucid for what seemed like the longest time in ages. I only remember fragments of what happened from here on, though. At some time, we were being chased by the cops. They were driving, and we were on foot. I remember running into a warehouse and the cops couldn't catch us, no matter how hard they tried. We were just toying with them and pissing them off, the whole time. Later, other friends of mine had joined in the dream (or the dream shifted, but I remained lucid) and we were all in some sort of gaming arena or something. There were all these fake swords around us (most of which were copies of the fake sword I wore on my back, when I was Blade, for Halloween. Haha.) We started picking up all these swords and going around through the crowd having big, elaborate sword fights. At one point, I'd picked up two swords and was taking on two of my friends, at once.

Don't really remember anything after this.

07/27/2007
Strange (and long) night of dreams, last night. They all sort of ran together, so it's hard to tell if/when dreams ended and/or others began.

Dream One:
"My Bedroom Window....the Hangout Spot?"
Most of these dreams were centered around a false awakening. Even in the first that I remember, I was sitting on my bed, like I'd just gotten up in the middle of the night, and hanging out with two rowdy friends of mine, watching a movie on the computer. (I can't remember who was actually there, but one of them reminded me of Tom Cruise, which was weird.) After the movie, I turned on the light (which worked) and they both took off. They went out the front door and slammed it behind them. Since it was early in the morning (before sunrise) I hoped they didn't wake my mom up. This got worse, though, as I heard them start up a really loud muscle car and peel out a few times before leaving. Before I got back to my room, mom came out like "What the hell is all of that noise?!" She looked at the front door and saw that the guys had peeled out all through our yard, tearing up her bushes with their car, which she wasn't too happy about.

When I went back to bed, I noticed that one of them had left their cellphone in my room. (I lost my cellphone yesterday, which is probably why this happened, in the dream.) I thought to myself "Shit....that means they are going to be coming back for it, and probably just as noisily." Quickly, I turned off the light and jumped in bed, planning to act like I was asleep if they came back for the phone, praying they'd take the hint and wouldn't disturb me. Yeah, right. It wasn't long before I heard someone tapping at my window. I waited, silently, looking at the figure between the blinds. He tapped a few more time and waited. Then, he rolled off to the side (he was now riding a bicycle in my yard...for no reason, whatsoever). Obviously not intent on sitting there and waiting, he rode one way, turned around and came back, tapped on my window again, rode the other way, turn around and came back, knocked again, rode away, turned around, etc. At first, I was just going to let him wear himself out, but then I saw that he started doing these crazy tricks like he was drunk as hell or something. He came back into view, once, and did a front flip with the bike, landing upside down on one of mom's bushes and crushing it under his weight. Another time he tried another jumping trick and crashed into our fence, taking down a section of it. Finally, I got up and gave him his damn phone.

Went back to bed and, sooner or later, someone else was knocking at my window. It was some big, spanish guy. He was being really secretive and told me to come outside. I was getting really annoyed with everyone and, instead of going around, out the front door, I just opened my window, pushed out the screen, and climbed through. I asked him what he wanted, and he tried to sell me some drugs. =/ I'm like "...uuuhhhhhh...NO I DON'T WANT ANY DRUGS!" He starts trying to push them on me like "Come oooonnn, maaaan. This is good shit!" I ignored him for a moment and looked the other way, into my backyard, which was now a lot bigger than it is, in waking life. Out of nowhere, these girls on horseback come riding in, from the darkness of my huge backyard. They pull up to a stop, a few yards away, and dismount. I'm pretty sure there were only two girls, but three horses. The reason they stopped ended up being that the male horse was feeling kinda, uh.."frisky" and, as soon as the people were out of the way, he went to town on one of the two female horses. (How random is that?)

A little confused at this, I turned back to the guy beside me, a little surprised to see him still standing there. Again, he was like "Come ooooonnnn, maaaaaaan. Just try some! You'll love it." Finally, irritated as all hell, I was like "MAN, if you don't GET OUT OF HERE WITH THAT BULLSHIT!!" and was about to climb back in my window. He shook his head and looked toward a large truck that he had parked outside. He said something like "Hey, (his partner's name), this guy has a problem with our shit!!" Suddenly a big guy gets out of the truck and says "Is that so?" He then holds up - what I can already tell, even from that distance, is - a high-powered rifle with a large scope attached to the top. I'm like "HOLY SHIT!!" As the guy was taking aim, I ran forward and dove, headfirst, through my window, which was still open. I landed inside my room and turned around, slamming the window closed and pulling the blinds down. From the street lamp outside, I could see the shadow of the guy, holding the rifle, getting closer. I pressed my back against the wall, beneath my window, and stayed out of any line of fire.

At this, I instantly know that this was NOT happening. I was dreaming! Unfortunately, I was so shook, and unsure, that I confirmed it by purposefully trying to wake up in my bed, which was a few feet away from where I was ducking down. I didn't even give myself any time to think of anything cool to do. The whole "deer-in-headlights" thing, I guess.

At this point, I actually Did wake up. I lay there for a moment or so, and ended up drifting back to sleep.

07/31/2007
”Optimus”
Transformers Dream: I don’t remember very much of this one, but I was with Optimus Prime (the live-action version) and we were about to battle with the Decepticons. At first, a friend and I (can’t remember who it was) were actually riding inside Optimus, in his truck form. In front of us, one of the Decepticons landed, and got ready to attack. Without our having to get out, Optimus transformed, with us still inside the cab of the truck. I could hear all the gears and switches sounding, and the cab (and us) rose up off of the ground, still intact as it became his breastplate (kind of like in the original cartoon). From there, they started going at it, with us inside.
At some point later in the dream I became lucid. I remember seeing Optimus (now from the outside, in third-person) jump through the air and transform into the truck, in mid-air. I made an attempt to exert some control over the dream but could feel myself waking up, the more I tried, so I decided to just let go and let the dream go on. I lost lucidity shortly after that, and can’t remember what else happened in the dream.


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08/06/2007
"Hanging Out with Twoshadows"
This began at Todd's parents' place, and everyone was just kinda walking around, doing their own thing. I had a couple of random false awakenings, where I'd always wake up at Todd's parents' place, walk out, and it would be the same atmosphere. After this happened once or twice, I began to realize I was dreaming. I walked over to the dining room table and held a finger out, pointing at a nearby drinking glass and levitating it off the table. For a while, I went around just making random things levitate and ended up picking myself up a few times, floating away from the ground, when I didn't want to, and having to struggle to put myself down.
I started thinking about what to do next, and immediately thought of Twoshadows, and wondered if I could get here to show up. Standing by a wall in the dining room, that was a full-length, floor-to-ceiling mirror, I looked toward the corner of the hallway and willed her to appear from around the corner. (I think I shouted out something like "Hey, Twoshadows!!" while visualizing her walking around the corner, but I can't remember whether or not I actually said it.) But, it worked like a charm. A straight-haired blonde in a black T-shirt (that had something written in white on the front of it) and jeans came walking around the corner, but she was wearing eyeglasses, and I've never seen TS in eyeglasses. She looked over at me and smiled and I walked up, asking "...are you Twoshadows?" (I was actually surprised how well I recognized her, but the glasses completely threw me off.) She said "Yup, it's me." (or something to that affect).
I figured we'd better hurry up and find something to get into, so we started to walk down the hallway. I put my arm out to the side and let my hand sink into the mirror, as I walked along it, leaving trails of wake as if the mirror was made out of water. I think we hung around the house for a little while, after that, but I'm not sure.
Sooner or later, we ended up flying through the ceiling and out over the top of the neighborhood. The dream skipped ahead and we were now flying over the ocean. From below, a huge creature that reminded me a lot of a cross between Falcor (from the Neverending Story) and the Thirteenth Colossus came up out of the water, beneath us. We dropped out of the air and landed on its back, which seemed to be made up of millions of tiny heads of the same creature, instead of hairs. (Which was really weird, and hard to explain, sufficiently). In any case, we rode on this things back as it ascended from the water, into the air. Wondering what to do next, I remembered TS's having mentioned wanting to take over the galaxy, in one of her DJ posts. I figured that this might be kind of hard, as I've never had much success with going into space, while lucid. So, I wondered if I could bring the fight to us. I stood up straight on the creatures back and held out my hands, trying to envision an entire alien armada coming into view in the air around us, for us to fight. These ships began to haze into view, slowly at first, but then solidly taking shape. Only thing was - the closer we'd get to them, in flight, the more I could see that they were nothing but balloons in the shape of alien spaceships. Not one of them was the real thing. I got kinda of pissed at this and couldn't think of anything else to do.
Don't remember anything else.

08/08/2007
"DBZ Itsh."
This one was so tight. I had more control than I've had in a while. I should get sick more often!
(...joking...I hate being sick.)
I had thought I was in the back of a pet store, but I can't really be sure. It was just a warehouse-looking room with a bunch of cats in cages. Me and about three other people had been trying to catch these cats and we had to pick them up and put them into the cages that were all over the room. Whenever we'd pick them up, these cats would go absolutely insane and start slashing and clawing everywhere, like maniacs. Every now and then, a cat would stab their claws into my arm, like needles, and hang on for dear life. It hurt like Hell, at first, but after a while, I'd started to get used to it. It was while thinking about how strange it was that these cats digging into me didn't hurt, that I realized I was dreaming. Immediately, I got on a telekinesis kick (which is about my favorite 'power' to use, when lucid). Instead of using my hands to move the next cat across the room to the cages, I threw my palm out and smacked it with a telekinetic force, running across the room, behind it, as I slid it over toward the cages. I don't rememver ever picking it up to put it in the cage, though, just getting it to that side of the room.

I heard a lot of yelling from the front of the "store" and I went into the next room. A complete twist of scenery, the front of the "store" looked like being behind the counter of the Tropical Smoothie place in Lake Mary. There was a bunch of guys in dark clothing starting shit with the clerks up front and, knowing I was dreaming, I wasted no time in jumping over the counter and getting in their faces. It wasn't long before I was fighting the whole group and going crazy with telekinesis, pushing them all around without touching them. I threw my hands up at two of them, and through them up into the ceiling tiles (which was fucking hilarious. Heh).

The best part I can remember, specifically, was sticking my arms out toward one guy who ran in at me, stopping him with my mind, turning my body to the left and slinging him around my position, as if I was holding him with my hands, smashing him through the store window that I had been standing next to. Aweseome.

"Dream(s)" Two: (FA's)
After this, I had a series of FA's, where I'd wake up, in my bed and a different person would be walking into my room. At one point, my aunt came in, with a bag of bud, and we chiefed for a while, lol. Later, Cierra came in and obviously would rather play than sleep. I picked her up and held her over me and started to push her up like she was flying, when I realized that it was a weekday, and I didn't have Cierra on the weekdays. I said looked at her and said "You're not really here right now, are you?" She simply shook her head and said "nope," like it was obvious. I realized I was dreaming, again.

The dream (or my recall of it) skipped ahead and I was now walking down a hallway, still lucid, in some unfamiliar house. I approached an intersecting hall, to the side, and a bedroom directly in front of me. There were two figures leaning over something that was behind the bed. They stood up and turned toward me, neck to navel painted in blood, and coming in my direction, Resident Evil style. The second this happened, I backed away and, through my peripheral, could see another one headed toward me from the perpendicular hall. As a mere reflex, without even thinking, I pushed my hand out toward the one coming from the side, and knocked it back with TK. They started streaming in from the hallway, and I began fighting them all. But, again, (and this has been pissing me off, lately) I couldn't really remember the fight. I know I started fighting them all off and threw at least one Kamehameha down the hallway, but all the minor details are completely lost. I used to be able to remember them so much better. Anyway..

After doing the Kamehameha(s), the whole theme turned into a DBZish theme. I was still going through hallways, but in every room was a different DBZ char. I remember fighting at least two of them (again, without remembering what really happened). And I just kinda breezed through them all. At some time it was myself and about three other characters (apparently on my team), and we got stuck into a room where we had to move boxes around, and I moved them all around telekinetically. My lucidity was light and passive, at this point, but I was still able to exert some control. Later, I can only remember that I wanted to fight some more and walked into the middle of a room with a bunch of people behind it. I tried to do a SSj sort of power-up, like I usually do, but was only able to push some pretty intense air out around the room, not get the whole glowing gold thing going on.

Nobody really seemed interested in fighting, for a while. Not that they seemed scared, but nobody just...really wanted to. Finally everybody gave in and it was a free-for-all. The only thing I remember about that part is throwing another weak kamehameha as someone threw something at me, countering it and making it curve into the ceiling.

09/03/2007
"Freddy vs. Oneironaut: Round Three"
I was in a college stadium. It was pretty much empty, besides a few people here and there. While walking through the bleachers, I began asking myself "...what the fuck am I doing in a stadium??" I was instantly lucid. I began running and jumping through the bleachers, doing these high jumps from level to level. Finally, I was at the very top level of the stadium. I ran forward and did this insanely high flip with a half-twist that carried all the way out over the bleachers, and into the middle of the football field. Before landing, I had intended to make the ground break under my feet (because that would have been dope), but all I got was a massive BOOOOOOOM, when I landed, which was pretty cool, in itself. There were some girls standing around on the sidelines, and I went to talk to them, but I don't remember our conversation.

Later, I was roaming around the campus, at night, and came to this section with a bunch of small buildings, close together. I got the feeling that someone was following me and could see someone's shadow lurking around, stalking me. I walked into an open alley and looked down in one direction. Freddy Krueger was standing there, in an arrogantly casual stance. Slowly, he started walking in my direction. Having been about fed-up with Freddy in my dreams, I decided we were going to have a little one-on-one. I held up my hand and visualized nails growing from them. They shot out of the ends of my fingertips, matching his, and I ran toward him, he running back at me. We clashed in the center and had this badass nail-to-nail fight. We were perfectly blocking and dodging everything the other was throwing, and whenever we would block, claws-to-claws, sparks were shooting out from between us. It was fuckin tight. Finally, he actually gave up! He said that I was damn good and that he respected me for my skills (I don't know whether he meant fighting skill or dream control skill, but I'll take it either way. Haha) and that he would now by my ally, and a sort of dream guide. (Freddy Kruger is my dream guide?? Badass. Lol.)

Some time later, I had lost lucidity, and was in one of the classrooms. I was suddenly rushed by campus police, having been framed for something I didn't do. They took me down into a sort of school jail, where a few more people were locked up. I saw that one of these cells had a door in it that was only about 2 feet high. It was more like a window than a door. The guards came in with another detainee and actually shoved him through the tiny opening, folding his body in half, backward, to fit him into the space. I was lucid again. I wanted to look around for Freddy, so I started phasing through the walls and going from room to room. He was nowhere to be found, though, so I decided to go straight up. I phased up as high as I could, until I passed through the roof and landed on top of it. Standing on the roof, I took the time to look at my hands - they were all green and wrinkled. (I actually did this more than once, but I can't remember when the other time was). Then, I went jumping from rooftop to rooftop, around the campus, which was a lot of fun. I landed in front of a sorority house type building, where there was a massive party going on. I went inside and joined in, and met somegirl that seems really familiar. Dunno who she was, though. Before long, we were making out up against a wall. Then, in a standing position, I pretty much just lifted one of her legs and we started going at it. I realized, after working her bra off that she had three tits (exactly like the chick in total recall. @ Moonbeam) even though her bra had only been built for two. Awkward as it was, it didn't stop us though, and we kept going at it. Sooner or later, though, something happened in the crowd that caused us to stop, but I can't remember what it was.


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09/13/2007
"If You Love Something..."
I was vacationing in Mexico, and at some theme park. I met this gorgeous girl there, and we started talking, obviously attracted to each other. We spent the whole day hanging out with each other at the park, until I had to leave and we both just figured we'd probably never see each other again. Some looooooong time later, (months or a year, I can't remember). I'd taken a second trip to Mexico and that same theme park. I saw the same girl in the crowd, and we were both in shock. We were instantly crazy about each other, like it was fate that we'd just happened to be there, on the same day, again. Again, we were inseparable as we went through the theme park. I remember one haunted house where I put on a pair of boxing gloves and was (play)fighting off all of the monsters and ghosts. I had a brief stint of lucidity in this haunted house but I kept feeling myself beginning to wake up, so I decided to just relax and focus on the content of the dream. It took me a few moments, but things became more solid, and my lucidity faded.

[Aside: One year, when my friends and I went to Halloween Horror Nights, at Universal Studios, I had bought one of those fake lightsabers and was going around harassing all of the monsters, like I saw some sort of demon hunter. Haha. I think I may do that again, this year, if we go. Anyway, back to the dream...]

So we spent the day together and (strangely enough, my ex and her husband were there, and hanging out with us) it was already night time. The park was closing and they were starting to kick everybody out. We got out to where all the cars were parked, and she was leaving on a bus. As the bus was about to pull off, I was talking to her through the window and (finally) pulled out my cellphone and asked her for her number. She was telling me her number just as the bus was beginning to pull away and as I was trying to put it into my phone, I realized that my phone was all fucked up. I tried to go to the phonebook area, where I can put numbers, and pulled up a game of solitaire instead. I tried to back out of that and went to another game, and then to an options screen, and then to an illegible screen with a whole bunch of random characters all over it. It was PISSING ME OFF, and the girl's bus was leaving. I was tried to keep up with it long enough for her to repeat her number, while I tried to get to my phonebook, but the bus ended up pulling away before I was able to get the damn thing to work.