Thread: Lucid Files From Oneironaut's Matrix

05/02/2008 - 05/13/2008
Dream (Frag) Five:
Brief lucidity in a gymnasium. There was some sense of urgency that brought me to lucidity, but I don't remember what it was. It was a really weak lucid state, and the dream wasn't staying together very well. I remember reaching out and touching the wall to try to focus on the texture, which I was hoping would help pull things back into perspective. I didn't realize until then that I was wearing gloves, and the texture of the wall felt supressed beneath the fabric, so it didn't really help me all that much. I ended up waking up shortly after that.


Dream Seven:
"City Flight"

I was in some very large city, and lucid from as early on as I could remember. I was coming out of a theme park, which I believe was a water park, and decided to go flying for a while. Launching into the air, I flew across the entire city, from one side to the other (though I'm not sure how I knew where one side of the city vs. another side of the city actually was). On the far side, I landed at an apartment complex where a bunch of my old friends were having a huge party. As I roamed around inside and mingled a little bit, I had to keep reminding myself not to waste the LD on getting sidetracked with sex.

A fight broke out between some of the party-goers, though I can't remember who at the moment. After a few minutes, I ended up heading back toward the park area, flying across the city once again. I was having a little more trouble flying than I had been earlier. I was tried to speed up into a sort of "supersonic" flight, but I just couldn't do it. I was just kind of chugging along at a slow pace. Attempting to teleport, I focused on an area that seemed to be a few hundred yards in front of me. I "jumped" once, teleporting straight to that place, but it took some effort, and I felt that I was in danger of losing the dream, so I didn't try it again. I just kept on flying until I got back to the water park (though I don't remember my reason for going back there in the first place).

I woke up shortly after that.



Dream Nine:
"Bridge Jumping"

Todd, Brian and I were having a blast jumping off this huge bridge - a couple of hundred feet high, into a river or lake or something. We would just jump off, and then climb this long, ridiculously steep boat ramp back up to the top. At one point, I landed and went down a little too far under water. I was running out of air, and didn't know how much further it was to the surface. In a panic reaction, my body forced me to inhale. I could breathe! I was lucid once again. Brian and Todd had jumped down again, and were now in the murky water with me. Brian (being the instigatory fabrication of my subconscious that he was) all of a sudden just busts out with: "What are we going to do if some huge sea creatures or sharks come along??"

Refusing to be phased by my brain trying to freak me out, I calmly replied: "Well, I don't know about you, but I'll just do this," and I rose up out of the water, hovering just a few inches over the surface of it. While in the air, I saw the dark silouhette of some sort of creature swimming beneath the water, not far from where Brian and Todd were. I was just kinda like "Oh fuck that..." I was having a hard time keeping myself floating, so I hovered over toward the shoreline. I was lucid, sure, and trying to be brave about it, but I still didn't like the idea of swimming around with some unidentified dream creatures.

05/14 - 6/15
Dream One:
"Chocolate Bars"

I had one where I completed the Basic Task for May. I was walking around, outside my old neighborhood, at night, and somehow became lucid. I flew up to Mark's roof and noticed a black cat following me. It jumped from the ground and up onto Mark's roof, in one leap. I pet it for a while and floated off the roof, walking back over by my house. Remembering the task, and walked over to a bicycle, picked it up and took a bite out of the handlebars. They tasted like chocolate, so I ripped them off of the bike and finished them off, walking over to where everybody else was standing, by Jae's house. I spent the rest of the gym over by Jae's, and I think I remember hitting on her mom.


Dream Four:
"The Kids Aren't Alright"

I was in an altered version of the 6-story office building I used to work in. The top level, which is the one I worked in, looked almost exactly the same. The downstairs had a lobby that ours didn't have, and the levels in between them had all kinds of crazy shit going on. Some kid was with me. He had a really annoying, clownish laugh, like this guy I work with. We went wandering the halls of this building, after talking to KE, and saw that some of the flights of stairs were broken, and the only way up or down them was to jump gaps.

Ended up in a huge, gymnasium-type room, on one of the middle floors. The room was all white, and the floor was smooth like ice, but not cold or wet. We found that we could slide across the floor, like air-hockey pucks glide across the table. We began sliding all over the place, which was fun as hell. Even if we sat down on the floor, we would slide about with seemingly no friction. At one point, I got to going so fast, that I crashed through a door, and into an area that I wasn't supposed to. Across a far wall was a holding cell behind glass. Inside was a group of about 20 children; 8, maybe 9 years old, for the most part. Most of them were in straight jackets, or the remains of straight jackets. They looked feral, and insane, and there was blood across the walls in their cell.

The second I noticed them, they noticed me, and began scrambling out of a doorway, and out of the cell, heading in my direction. The kid and I barely had enough time to even begin moving backward, before they were swarming us. I vaguely remember a quick spurt of lucidity, when I began slinging fists at these kids to keep them off of me, but I'm not really positive. I know that, if I was, it didn't last long, and I was soon upstairs, having jumped the gaps in the stairwell again, and trying to find my co-workers, and tell them what was going on.


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06/17/2008
Damnit. I had a few dreams that I could recall fragments of, early this morning. I'd had a little bud and some B6, before bed, which accounts for both my remembering the dreams being vivid, and my completely forgetting them.
One of them was lucid, because I remember looking at my hands, in daylight, and noticing that they didn't look the least bit distorted. But I didn't have any time to write, this morning, and I've forgotten everything, throughout the course of the day at work. If I can think of anything, I'll come back and add it here.

06/18/2008
(I woke up at about 4:30, came to DV for a little while and tried to go back to bed with about 2 and a half hrs left to sleep. I found myself tossing and turning for a good 45 minutes, and looking at the clock every now and then, wondering if I was ever going to get back to sleep...)

Dream One: (FA)
"Almost Busted"

I (false)awoke, thinking I'd just nodded off for a moment after tossing and turning. The clock said 7:00, which meant I'd barely gotten any sleep at all, and had to get up for work soon. Since I had time, I decided to get up and watch something on the PC that might help me tend to a bit of morning...uh..."excitement" that I had going on. Already undressed, and beginning to get "situated", I heard the front door open and Cierra and a little friend of hers come walking into the house. I looked over toward my room door, and discovered that (even though I was completely undressed), it was open. Cierra had obviously gotten back from some trip or something and was telling mom and [mom's] boyfriend about the trip, but was making her way around to my room, to tell me.

I jumped up from the chair and ran over to the door, trying to close it as discretely as I could. After closing it, rather stealthily, I tried to lock it, turning the latch, but then feeling resistance before I was able to turn it all the way. I tried again, but the latch was stuck, meaning that she was trying to turn the doorknob from the other side. We sat there and fought over control of the door for a little while, and I was finally able to turn the latch. I knew, though, that I couldn't play it off as if I was still asleep, and I would have to make an appearance. A bit detracted from my previous mission, I threw on my robe and went out into the hall (which turned out to be a hallway in some hotel suite, rather than my house). Cierra told me about her trip, showing me a letter that she brought back. It was written in caligraphy on some dark old parchment, looking like it came straight out of a fantasy novel, telling about how she had adventures with elves and ran from trolls and whatnot.

At first, I didn't know what to make of the letter. Trying to rationalize it, I came to the conclusion that I was dreaming. I remember trying a bunch of different tests, but failed them all. The only two I actually remember were: trying to destroy the bathroom door across the hall with telekinesis and, when that didn't work, trying to manifest a cave troll (ala the letter) from inside the darkened room down the hall. Convinced I was dreaming, I knew that there was a chance some huge, feral, cave troll would come charging out of the room, looking to "Hulk Smash" me, but it was the next reality test I could think of, and I wouldn't have minded a little action if it verified that I was dreaming.

(Nothing ended up happening, though, and I woke up shortly after. Looking at the clock, I saw that it was 6:15, meaning that I had fallen asleep, everything that had just happened had been a dream, and I still had an hour to sleep before work. I fell right back asleep...)

06/23/2008
"Please Do Not Beat On Glass"

(Been smoking a little, lately, so even though I'm trying to get back in the habit of dream journaling, I've been kind of lacking in the recall. But, I do remember a fragment of a lucid, last night.)

I was at a public sealife exhibit - enclosed and surrounded by large tanks. Everything was dark, except for whatever lights were lighting the tanks, and the atmosphere reminded me of the shark exhibit, at Sea World. I spent some time going from tank to tank, and seeing all of the creatures they had in them. Some of the tanks were enormous, leading to large outer-areas of the park, and they housed everything from sharks to octopi to eels.

I don't necessarily remember becoming lucid, but I soon was, and the first thing I recall was roaming around this crowded walkway, looking for something to do. Being in this cave-like exhibit, the first thing that came into my mind was shattering all the tanks and flooding the whole area. I can't remember if I found or manifested it, but I was soon walking around with a baseball bat. I began smashing all of the tanks, one by one - some of them only spider-webbing, while the others broke and released whatever water and life they held. When I hit the bigger tanks, they exploded, hundreds of gallons surging in and collectiong over the floor. Before too long, the entire exhibit enclosure was submerged in water. I cautiously confirmed that I could breathe underwater (wary, at first, of inhaling and water pushing in through my nostrils), and then continued on busting out whatever tanks were still intact.

I spent a while underwater. Some of the people around me looked still and dead - floating around, lifeless, in the illuminated water - and others were just walking or swimming around, making their way through the water just as I was.

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06/24/2008
Frag
Another lucid fragment, but I don't remember much besides that I became lucid while at a movie theater. I had a large group of friends and family there, and we roaming around throughout the different theaters. I can't remember who I was walking around with, but we kept doing "Hulk Smash"-es on the ground, and cracking the floors under us. We went back into the theater with the rest of our people and I remember flying around over the crowd, looking for my seat.

07/05/2008
Dream Two:
“Hulkin Around”

(I really don’t know where parts of this next dream end and another one begins. I woke up numerous times during the night, and the dream breaks into something seemingly unrelated, but then comes right back, so I don’t know if it’s actually more than one dream that just happened to circle back around, or what… But anyway…)
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I was running through the streets, at night. I don’t know whether I was running from something or not – just that I was running. I came to a vacant lot with a few junk cars sitting around, and there was no one else in sight. Rather spontaneously (unless I was running from something, and it was out of anxiety), I began suspecting I was dreaming. I attempted to float, and began levitating to where my heels just barely left the ground. I started sliding forward, dragging the toes of my feet, but never really taking off into the air. After landing, I looked at my hands to ground myself. They were wavy, and kept closing into fists even when I wasn’t trying to make them close. Sometime later, I looked again, and had two fingers curling up from one side of the hand, and two more curling up from the other, with the thumb sticking up between the two sets. Weird.
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I began roaming around. The thought of the Hulk crossed my mind, and I started smashing some of the junk cars as if I was him, growling and snarling with mock rage. I tried lifting one of the cars, and saw that I could get one end of it off the ground, but wasn’t able to do it as easily as the Hulk would. So, I tried “Hulking-Out” a bit more, straining and focusing more, imagining that my muscles were growing bigger just like the Hulk’s did in the ’03 movie when he got angrier. The car became so much easier to lift that I picked it up over my head and threw it.
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(Shortly after, I started feeling myself waking up. I was feeling my body on the couch. I decided to just relax and not try to resist waking up, but not welcome it. I just kind of went flaccid, attempting to let myself back into the dream. It worked. I don’t know whether I was fully awake or not, but when I dropped back in, the scene had changed, so I will call it another dream - and a successful WILD.)
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Dream Three:
”Dress Code”

It was now day time, and I was still lucid. I was walking down a city street and, for some reason, got the urge to scramble up to the rooftops. I started climbing up the drainpipe of one building, and there was a huge scorpion in a spider web directly in front of me, that I almost put my hand on. It startled me, and I involuntarily let go of the drainpipe and began to fall. On the way down, I immediately thought of Spider-Man and did his web-slinging hand gesture. A string of webbing flew out (I don’t know if it actually came out of my wrist or not) and tacked onto the roof, swinging me down and against the side of the building. While I was climbing back up, I remember looking over into an alley and seeing a shadow cast across the wall. It was just a shadow of an object, but it then transformed into the figure of what looked like a witch or wizard, hat and all. Intrigued, I climbed down off of the building with the intention of investigating, but ended up losing lucidity and falling into auto-pilot.
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I found myself walking down the sidewalk, in front of the buildings. There was one particularly large building that I walked into, with the “knowledge” that I worked there. Inside, I met my boss, who had a very regal Bruce Wayne sort of air about him. He was giving me shit because I was late for work. I noticed that I was now wearing a badass black suit, but my boss said something about me not having the right coat. We were supposed to be heading to some special function and we all had to dress a certain way. He told me to go get the right overcoat and not come back until I did.
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The dream then skipped ahead, and I found myself hanging out with DV members CoLd BlooDed and Aquanina. CB was working out, doing pull-ups in some strange way where he would left his legs up, and then flatten himself out, horizontally, so that his body was positioned as if he was doing a push-up on the ceiling. Then, he would drop back down into pull-up position, with his feet hanging over the floor – then, repeat. Nina was just watching him with this look of lust-struck awe on her face. Lol.
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I think I got the coat from CB, and that was the reason I was at his place. Afterward, I went back to where I had been working. The boss was still giving me shit, and I ended up getting in a huge fight with him, in front of everyone that worked there. I can’t really remember what the content was, but I ended up making him look like a pompous asshole, and knocking him a few rungs off of his pedestal, making him look much smaller to the rest of the employees.
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(Again, I had a weird scene change where I can’t tell if another dream started, or if it was a continuation of the last. I’m pretty sure it was a new dream, though, so I’ll write it as such.)
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07/23/2008
Frag:
I was hanging out with DV Member Burns. We were in a hallway at someone’s house party, and I was standing behind her with my arms wrapped around her and my chin practically resting on her head. She had the front of her shirt up, and resting on top of her chest, with her white bra-covered chest exposed as we talked to everyone else. (And don’t worry, Burns, it was more in free-spirited fun than anything overtly sexual. ) I remember that, while holding her, I realized that I was dreaming. Doing a telekinetic reality check, I focused on our two bodies and made us began to levitate over the ground, just kind of swaying in the air. I looked over across the hall and tried to use TK to make a door explode, just for practice, but I couldn’t do it. I could practically feel it with my mind, as if I was exerting some sort of force on it, but could not get it to break.

(My notes continue with the words: “Alligators; People from work. Sitting around. Trying to play guitar. Nothing to play to.” But I don’t really remember much of that.)


Dream (Frag) Two:
Watching The Dark Knight in a massive theater. Something more like a symphony hall than a cinema. There were a bunch of my family and friends there. Sooner or later, some strange Yoda-look-alike villain came crashing into the theater. He was really powerful and had some sort of hovering pod that carried him around through the air. He was throwing beams of energy at the crowd and blowing them up with people running and screaming around us. The dangerous scenario made me lucid in the midst of escape. Planning on fighting him back with his own technique, I began running forward at him, through the stands, focusing on my hands and imagining a glow forming around them. We began firing energy blasts at each other, through the stands, and blocking some of each others’ blasts with our own (much like in the Iron Man-ish type dream I had a little while back) The more he damaged the theater, the more this green, glowing fluid became visible in the ground. It seemed that the more we began drawing up our energy blasts, the more they were getting sucked up from the bright, liquid cracks in the stands. I don’t really remember anything else of the fight, though.

08/04/2008
"Dreamworld Trickster"

I don’t remember very much of this one at all. There was some young guy running around my old neighborhood, causing trouble. He was a “metaphysical” character, and could change the dream scene as much as he wanted. I remember walking out into my garage, with a bunch of the neighborhood crew hanging around outside. This mischievous guy appears and starts “causing trouble.” (My notes just say “causing trouble.” I really don’t know or remember what I meant by that, or what the guy was actually doing.) I ended up becoming lucid while dealing with this stranger. I believe it was watching him do the impossible that brought me to the realization I was dreaming, but I’m really not exactly sure. In any case, I got into an argument with him, and told him that he was just a DC, and I had more control over all of this than he did.

I suddenly felt the world spin, and the guy had disappeared as if he melted away into the scenery, in the blink of an eye. I turned around, myself, looking for him. He was nowhere to be seen, but I noticed that there was a new addition to the group of people around me. It was a thick, black woman, and she was standing much closer to me than anyone else around us – close than I remembered having seeing someone, before. I called out that I knew that this woman was the guy, who was causing all the trouble, in a transformed state. She tried to deny it for so long, but I told myself that I could ruin the illusion and strip him off the ability to force me to see his disguise, because it was my dream. (It’s funny that I still treat him as a separate entity, even though I’m lucid. Completely unintentional, but it does make it more interesting. Haha.)

I asserted myself and visualized the disguise failing. It was like struggling against someone in a mental arm-wrestle, because the command didn’t just want to work on first attempt. Finally, it was like the body of the guy just kinda “sewed itself” into the place of the woman. He was really pissed that I ruined his illusion.

Don’t remember anything after that.

08-11-2008
”Matchmaker” / “Militiamen” (Dream Chain):

(Had some b6 and melatonin. Very vivid dream(s), and the "second" one was really intense.)

I was staying in a frat house. The rest of the guys were out on some sort of trip, and were expected to be home the following day. My dad was visiting with me, and we wound up walking across the street to a convenience store, coming out with a few beers. I remember my dad already being really drunk and just tossing one of his empty beer bottle into the street and shattering it, on our way back to the house. Back inside, I went to sleep. When I woke up, my roommates had already returned home, earlier than expected. There was something that I was intentionally trying to hide, but I can’t remember what it was. All I know is that I had to keep moving it, stealthily, from place to place, because they all kept coming within a few seconds of finding out what it was.

My mind was working quickly, to try to figure out a good hiding place. With the sharpening of my senses, I was able to deduce that this was an absurd situation, seeing as how I didn’t remember myself actually having roommates, or living in a frat house. I was beginning to suspect that I was dreaming, but I wasn’t quite sure. I looked at a lamp on a desk and tried to levitate it with my mind. It took a moment, and a few tries, but it finally floated up a few inches from the tabletop. I was definitely dreaming. Immediately trying to think of something to do, I went out into the hallway. Of course, the first thing to pop into my head was women, and how the place was pretty devoid of them, at the moment. I figured I needed to fix that.

I began trying to manifest some women, which I don’t really have too much practice in doing. (Usually, they are just kinda “there.”) I opened up a room door with the assertion that I’d see one inside. It work…kinda. She was rather attractive…if not for the fact that she was a quadruple amputee and had no arms or legs. () One of my roommates jumped on it, though, and I ended up leaving them to their business and continuing on down the hall. I got to the kitchen and made the assertion to see another when I walked around the corner. Turning the corner, I saw that the refrigerator door was open and some chick was grabbing a beer. I was quite happy with myself that this was proving to be easier than I figured it would be, so I left this girl to one of my other roommates. Just kind of wandering aimlessly, I went back down the hall, looking for the third roommate, I figured I might as well hook him up with one, too, before manifesting one for myself. He was in the bathroom, shaving or something in the mirror. I glanced passed him, at the translucent, blue shower curtain. The only light in the bathroom was coming from behind the shower curtain, so I figured that would be perfect. I looked away for a moment, and asserted that there would be a woman for him in the shower. When I turned my head that way, I could see her body, through the tiny holes in the curtain. She was naked and I could tell she had a huge rack. The two of them started some small-talk, and I left them, walking back toward the living room.

I was pretty much batting 1000 (aside from the amputee girl, but she wasn’t a total loss. Heh), so I was feeling pretty confident that I could make one for myself. I don’t even think this one took a conscious effort. She was just walking down the hallway toward me - a very cute brunette, who looked just like (and, now that I think of it, might have been) Britt. I put on some studly strut as I walked toward her like I was about to conquer some mountain. She busted my balls about it, though, and said she didn’t like how cocky I appeared. (Damn back-talking DC’s ) I said “Fine, how about this?” and I grabbed her and started dancing around the room like an idiot, making silly faces and just kinda flailing about with her. She absolutely loved it. She was cracking up practically going “Wheeee!” as we whirled around the living room. In no time, we were lying down on the couch and making out. We were kissing so intensely that it took me a minute to realize that she’d transferred the bubble gum she was chewing, from her mouth to mine – which was slightly disgusting, but didn’t ruin the mood. Haha. We ended up having sex on the couch and had to have fallen asleep afterward, because I was suddenly waking up on the couch again, and the girl was already gone. I was no longer lucid, and was trying to remember just what had happened. The dream began unraveling, shortly after that.

(I began waking up, and could feel myself in the bed. I tried out a technique that I’ve been having some luck with, lately, and just completely relaxed my body while visualizing the dream I’d just had. This led to a successful dream chain, and I was back in the frat house. It happened so fast that I hardly felt like I’d left the dream at all – just pulled it back into clarity.)

Dream One (b):
It was now night-time. The girls from the previous dream were all back (though I didn’t notice the amputee at all), as were my roommates. We were hanging out in the living room, when, without warning, the front door burst open. A squad of (what I assume by their language, appearance, and what I’ve been reading in the news lately) Cuban (or otherwise Hispanic) militiamen stormed into the room, carrying machine guns. With plenty of kicking and screaming, they herded us up and walked us out of the house. We could see that they were taking us to an ammo shop / gun range that was down the street. It was concluded that we were being forced to train to so that we could help them fight in whatever revolution they were fighting. [color=green](Seeing as how none of them spoke English, how that was “concluded,” exactly, is a mystery to me, but their plan was explained to me by someone in my group.) My mind was racing, thinking of possible ways of escape. As usual, I began to question whether or not this was really happening. We passed a pile of scrap metal on the side of the road, and I glanced toward it, seeing if I could make it move with my mind. It wouldn’t budge, and I was getting more and more scared of our situation.

They walked us around to the back of the ammo shop, and we had to jump over a small, chain-link fence to get into the firing range area. The fence was kind of gnarled and twisted, so I took a moment to think about the easiest way to get over it. In doing so, I noticed something surprising – My feet were no longer touching the ground! I was hovering a few inches over the Earth (I guess it was because I was thinking how to best elevate myself over the fence), and it proved what I’d been hoping. I was still dreaming.

I set my feet back down, silently refusing to move any further. I felt the man behind me jab his gun into the lower-right side of my back, to push me forward, but I wouldn’t move. Instead, I began to laugh – this deep, sinister laugh – and turned to look at him. Fed up with my defiance, the man pulled the trigger, his barrel now pressed up against my gut. I felt the bullets shred straight through me – and it definitely hurt. I had to brace myself just to keep from succumbing to it, but I knew that this was a dream so, no matter how bad it felt, I had to remain in control. He practically emptied the clip in me and now my continuing laughter was mixed with a growl as I strained to take the pain of the gunshots, which made it sound even more demonic. I was actually surprised at it, myself. It sounded like Predator’s mock of Billy’s laugh, in the Predator movie. It was enough to completely scare the shit out of the gunmen. I began walking down the one that shot me, staring into his eyes and just letting out this ungodly laughter. Backing away from me, wide-eyed, he was so scared that he actually turned the machine gun on himself – putting it to his temple and splattering his brains all over the place – rather having died than face whatever supernatural being he thought I was. (I can honestly say that, even in fiction, I have never seen someone shoot themselves in the head with a machine gun. Given the guy’s role in the dream, I was more than mildly satisfied. Haha.)

Another one of the gunmen raised the barrel of his rifle at me and started shouting something in Spanish. I was on a definite power trip, though, and just started stalking toward him. I held up one hand in front of me and he opened fire. The bullets started slamming against my palm and ricocheting off of it, Superman style (which kind of hurt as well. Like someone poking me with thumbtacks), and I never broke stride as I just walked right up to him. I stopped right in front of him and he just stared at me, terrified. I said “do you have any idea who I am?” (I don’t even know what I meant by that. It was just the first thing that popped into my head. Lol.) He answered back, with a heavy accent, “You’re the Devil!!” (That’s the second time I’ve had a murderous DC call me the Devil, because of my vengeful lucid antics. I’m beginning to like it. Haha.) Without using my hands as guides, I simply focused my mind on the guy’s body. Lifting my eyes a bit also lifted the man’s boots from the ground. Then, flicking my head toward the night sky, I flung the guy upward with telekinesis, sending him flying up into the black void. He never came down. Once again, the dream began fading and I could feel myself waking up.

(Again, I stayed completely still, and tried to relax myself into falling back into the same dream. And, once again, it worked, just as quickly as it had the last time.)

Dream One (c):
It was daytime now, and I was outside the frat house. It had been raining, obviously, and everything was wet. The first thing I remembered was the “crazy dream I had the previous night” (thinking that I was actually awake, even though I was in my initial dream scene). I knew I had to write the dream down quickly, or I would lose it. I found a piece of paper and had a pen in my pocket, looking for something solid to write on. Everything was absolutely drenched, though, but I tried anyway. I put the paper up against a wooden beam and began taking notes on the whole affair with the militiamen, but the paper was getting completely soaked, and I knew it would be destroyed sooner or later.

The girls from the previous sections of the dream pulled up in a pick-up truck. The one that I’d been with came up to me and said that they hadn’t found my dad, yet, but got the word out and people were helping to look for him. (Apparently, he was missing? ) Seeing that I was trying to write something down, and failing, she reached inside the truck and found me a tablet, asking me if I wanted to use that instead.

That’s all I remember.

08/16/2008
Dream One (chain):
"When Will I See You Again?"

I was in a house that I figure was my grandmother’s, judging by the layout, and had to use the bathroom. The bathroom was completely unfamiliar to me. It had brown, wooden walls, and seemed to look more like the inside of an outhouse than like my grandma’s. I immediately realized that I was dreaming, because I had no idea where I actually was. I flew up to the ceiling, with the intention of phasing through and going out somewhere. I didn’t really have any idea of what to expect, when phasing through, and I ended up seeing a sort of gray and black void. Trying to keep from getting stuck, I pulled myself back down, out of the ceiling, and landed on the floor of the bathroom again. Instead of flying out toward the sky, I decided to fly forward, out of the bathroom, and toward the wall on the other side of the house. Concentrating on passing through the wall, I came to the other side, deliberately not planning on what to see, when I got out.

I was in a skate park, standing down in one of the empty pools. There were a few people skating around me, but I really didn’t pay them too much attention. I flew up out of the pool, and landed on the side, thinking of what to do next. I remembered that I had been visiting DV before falling back to sleep, and I suddenly thought about the task of the month. The task was to eat something that was impossible to eat. The example was “…like a thought,” so I decided that I was going to try this. Not really knowing what to expect a thought to look like, I brought my hand up behind my head and plucked with my fingers, as if pulling out a hair. Bringing my hand back around in front of me, I saw that I had pulled out a little (almost cartoonish) bubble cloud – as if it were a thought bubble in a comic strip. It was a 3D object, though, but still looked completely animated. I popped it in my mouth and it tasted like cotton candy.

Continuing to walk around, I jumped over a fence and walked out of the skate park. There was a suburban neighborhood and a lot of people were standing around in someone’s driveway. Apparently, some man had just gotten shot. He was bleeding from the side of his head as people crowded around. Somewhere in bustle of all of these people tending to this critically wounded man, I met a gorgeous chick that reminded me a lot of Amy Smart. We immediately hit it off, and were hanging around each other for pretty much the rest of the day. I began feeling the dream begin to fade, around here.

Dream Two (FA):
I woke up in my bed, and Cierra was prancing into my room. She was showing off a Disney outfit that she had, and I saw something that looked as if it was stuck on her shirt. I removed it, because it was apparently just out of place there, but then noticed that there were more of these odd “tags” all over her outfit. Supposedly, as ugly as they seemed, the strange little tags were actually a part of her outfit, and I had just ripped one of them off.

Sooner or later, she jumped up on my bed and started chatting away about something. I reached over and began tickling her. Then, I began wondering how it was that she’d gotten over to my house, when I hadn’t gone and picked her up the night before. I realized I was dreaming. As soon as I realized this, though, the dream just completely deteriorated.

(It fell apart and I was awake, a bit surprised at the empty space on the bed that had once been Cierra. I lay my head back down and relaxed my body, thinking about the first dream I’d had, where I’d met that girl and completed the task. Before I knew it, I was back asleep.)

Dream One (b):
I was back in the bathroom, and became lucid as soon as I saw where I was. Walking out of the bathroom, I noticed that there was someone in the room to my left, and went to investigate. Some chick was in there watching TV by herself. Without really wasting too much time, I walked in, said a couple of words, and we were soon having sex on the couch. Another girl came in, halfway through, and the girl I was with started going down on her.

(The dream began fading, around here, but I lay still and found myself falling right back into it, before it seemed I ever fully awoken.)

Dream One (c):
I’m back in the street scene where the guy had gotten shot, already lucid. Meeting the same girl as I had before, we just hit it off the same as in the previous dream. I ended up spending what felt like a whole day with her, just going around and doing everything together. The dream seemed to last for a really long time, and by the end of it, I was really fond of this DC. At one point, I was sitting in a chair, and she walked up behind me, leaning down over me and giving me upside-down kisses so good that it made my pull slightly away from her, obviously regretting the fact that I knew she was just a DC. She actually acknowledged it by saying something about how she was glad that she made me feel that way, as if it was flattering to her.

I kept thinking about the time, and that I’d gone to bed really late and couldn’t risk oversleeping. I knew I had to wake up so I could at least see that I hadn’t overslept, and that I probably would not be able to return to this scene, seeing as how I knew I had to get up soon anyway. I got up and said my goodbyes. I also asked (getting drawn, more and more, into the illusion) if I’d see her around, sometime soon. As if slapping me back to reality she said something like “You know enough about dreams to know the score. You may not see me for a long time, or I could be in a false awakening tomorrow.”

I just sort of grinned, knowing exactly what she meant, and focused on opening my waking world eyes, waking up shortly after.

09/02/2008
Frag:
(
Must...Get....More....SLEEP!

My recall has been horrible, lately. Lost a lucid dream last night.)
I remember something about meeting some guys and hanging out with them around the Lake Mary area. Later, I believe I was in jail, or around a jail (All I really remember is seeing the bars). It was here that I began suspecting I was dreaming, and looked down at my hands, confirming it. My hands were waving, and my middle and ring finger were kind of bowed with the tips touching, but the center knuckles opened apart from one another, making a hole.

I remember flying with my arms crossed - more like hovering. I believe I was showing a DC what I could do, because I knew this was a dream. Can't really recall a damn thing else, though.

09/26/2008
"Monstrous Mansion"

This one took place at some huge mansion. It was like something out of a Resident Evil game, in that there were all kinds of secret rooms, hallways and tunnels running all through it. I was with a bunch of my friends, and we were all outside at first, just hanging out in the back "yard" of the mansion. There were plenty of other people that we didn't know, occupying the mansion as well. Someone in our group had to leave, and I remember them pulling away just before the rest of us went back inside. We ran through the hallways and pretty much just explored this massive place. I was with a girl that looked a lot like my ex, and even had her same name, but I could tell that it wasn't her. This girl was much more petite and had subtly different features. The topic of conversation, as we were roaming through the halls, fell on sex and, pretty soon, most of us were looking for places to break away from the group and go have sex. One couple dipped away into a deserted stairwell. Another couple decided to lock themselves in the elevator. The girl I was with jumped up onto my lap, straddling me and wrapping her legs around me. We started making out as I carried her down the hall. I could feel myself growing more aroused and obviously she could, too, because she responded by flexing her pc muscle. Even though we were both fully clothed, I could feel it and it was driving me crazy. I don't think we ever got to actually have sex, though.

Later, some others in our group had to leave. We were back near the entrance and they were driving away in a truck. It was getting late now, and we were back roaming through the darkened hallways. Things suddenly took a turn, here, and the mansion was now being over-run with monsters. They came in all shapes and sizes and stalked down the hallways, chasing anyone that they crossed paths with. I remember one, in particular, that kind of reminded me of something like the Tyrant, from Resident Evil. I was coming down one hallway and he was heading in my direction. The way he was walking was a slow, heavy stalk. He reminded me of the Hulk. I stayed clear to one side of the hall, and he just walked right passed me, his feet thudding rhythmically. This guy had been the most intimidating monster I'd seen, but he quickly took a backseat when I ran across an even bigger one. This one, I never actually got a chance to see, but I could only hear it coming in my direction. I had been about to turn a corner, when I heard loud, booming footsteps. I could see something shimmering off of the walls, down the hall, and saw actual movement within the shadows cast. It was like the scene in Fellowship of the Ring when the Balrog began approaching. I turned around and hauled ass the other way. I didn't have to see it, but I could tell this thing was huge. This one could talk and, even though I don't remember anything he was saying (though I do know that it had something to do with taunting me), his relaxed voice was so loud and full of bass that it shook the walls around me, even though I'd run to a maybe 200 yard, multi-cornered lead.

We had all been coping pretty well, so far, but it was when this thing showed up that I was really determined to get the hell out of there. For some reason, it was just me now. Everyone else had disappeared. I went running from room to room, trying to find a way out. At first, I couldn't find anything but rooms and dead ends. Some of the rooms that I'd open were just completely crazy. One of them had a jungle growing inside of it. It actually looked more like a portal than a room, but I knew it wasn't the way out that I'd come. The huge monster kept following me - not really trying to catch me, but just not leaving me alone. He just kept taunting me with that low, thunderous voice. Eventually, I'd gotten downstairs and was in a room surrounded by glass, like a plant nursery. It was the way out into the yard where we'd been hanging earlier. I tried all the doors but they were locked, and now I could tell that the large creature was getting much too close for comfort. Bracing myself for some rather unpleasant consequences, I ran and dove through a pane of glass, rolling out into the grass. There were already a bunch of people outside, standing around like everything was just peachy. I just knew I had to get the hell out of this place, because things were fuckin crazy here. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw an idling motorcycle tip over in the street. No one was around it, and I had immediately decided to jump on it and use it to make my escape. I started running toward it and one of the glass doors from the mansion opened up. Some old man - who I could immediately tell was somehow an "embodiment" of the supernatural force in the mansion - came running outside, gun in hand.

As I ran away from him, turning my neck to watch him try to chase me, I saw him take the gun and throw it in my direction. He was apparently throwing it to a man that I was just about to pass, on my way to the fallen bike. This man, being much closer to me, would have a much easier shot. However, I was crossing the projected path of the weapon, and was able to reach up and snatch it out of the air just before he caught it. Possessing the weapon now, my first impulse was to pivot to a stop and aim the gun back at the old man. I could see, though, that it wasn't a pistol, but a flare gun. Brian was now, for some reason, standing right beside me. He looked at me and said that the flare gun wasn't going to work. I tried to shoot the guy anyway, and the flare fell to the grass, about half the distance away from him. Suddenly, the old man pulled out a real pistol and aimed it in my direction. I don't know whether or not he killed me, because I don't remember the gun going off, but I immediately woke up after seeing him aim it toward me.


(I got up out of bed and came to the computer, jotted down some notes from the dream and browsed DV for about 15 minutes. I made sure to check out what the Tasks of the Month were, because I'd planned on trying a WBTB. I didn't really want to enter the same dream, but just wanted to focus on recognizing the dream state. I was thrown right back into the previous dream environment, though.)

Dream One (b):
I was back in the mansion. This time we were all in a very large auditorium, somewhere in the house. The whole place was packed with people, and the place was abuzz like there was some huge show about to start, but it just hadn't begun yet. Sooner or later, we learned of an alarm that ran through the whole mansion that would sound when something crazy was about to happen. (For those of you who have seen Silent Hill, it's like the loud air raid siren that warned the town whenever the ghosts were coming.) The place broke into a subtle panic, and people began streaming toward the exits. Plenty of other people just stayed behind, though, not really worried about it. I talked to JD for a moment and he said they were all going down to the "catacombs" beneath the building, which I guess was standard procedure whenever this alarm goes off. I told him I'd be staying behind. I can't remember why.

Talking to JD and picturing all of the people seeking shelter when the ghosts came reminded me of how everyone had disappeared, in my previous dream, and made me figure that that's where everyone had went. Remembering the previous dream brought me to lucidity. I sat down in one of the seats, near the high, rear exits of the room, and started having a conversation with some heavy-set girl about lucidity. After a while, we fooled around under a blanket that she happened to have with her, while all the other people just kind of hung out and did their own thing.

Later, I was roaming through the hallways again, expecting the shit to hit the fan, and this place to become over-run with monsters again. It didn't seem like it was going to happen, though. There were other people just wandering the halls, too, but nobody seemed the least bit aware that there were supposed to be creatures causing havoc around here. Continuing to walk about aimlessly, I came upon two fountains in the hallway. I suddenly remembered that I'd read the Tasks, and the basic one was to walk on water. I stepped up onto the edge of the fountain and took a step forward, trying to keep myself up, mentally. The first step I took sank into the surface a bit, but never actually got wet. I was able to keep myself elevated and pulled the leg back out, standing on top of the surface. I started walking across it, and it felt like walking on a water bed. I felt that I had to really focus to keep myself from falling in. I remember looking down and seeing an eel swimming under my feet. When I jumped down from the other side of the fountain, I went up onto the other one and walked across it as well. I never was able to remember the advanced task, though.

Shortly after this, word began getting around that the all doors to the mansion had been locked. People slowly began to panic. I had a feeling that this meant things were about to get nuts, and it would be just like the first time. Even though I was lucid, this wasn't a very appealing thought to me. (Heh.) I tried to text JD, on my phone, but had a really hard time seeing the screen and the characters. I suppose I could have tried to fix it with visualization, but not only did I not think of it, but I felt I was in a rather low level of lucidity. Eventually, I got a hold of him, and he said he was down in the catacombs. I didn't know if I wanted to travel down through all of that shit, alone, to find them. Even though the doors locked themselves, though, nothing really happened. People slowly calmed down. The doors opened, and things began returning to normal. For some reason, many of us stayed to hang out around the mansion. A few of my friends an I were hanging around out in the same back yard. The only difference was that the road where the motorcycle had fallen, was now a set of train tracks. I didn't notice this until a train suddenly came rolling out between us and the mansion. It was an old, ragged, un-kept train, and the locomotive stopped directly behind the glass, overhung doors of the mansion, and sat there for a moment. Then, all at once, a chorus of clothed, dated spirits streamed out of the train, hooking through the air and launching themselves into the mansion, just sinking in through the walls. Immediately, I figured that this was the beginning of the first monster attack on the mansion that I'd experienced, and the ghosts had been responsible for the monsters we encountered (as if my adventure had actually taken me back through time - in the dream - but I don't know if that's actually the case).

While watching the ghosts fire themselves into the mansion, the dream began unraveling and I woke up.

10/07/2008
Dream (Frag) Three: (FA)
Woke up in my bed and walked out to the kitchen, in my boxers, to get a drink. The only light on in the house was the white kitchen light, and even that didn't seem to be very bright. I got to the kitchen, and immediately something felt strange. The state of things just didn't seem right, to me. I began to question if I was dreaming, and decided to try to use some TK. Jumping forward, I strained to focus on keeping myself from touching the floor, effectively stopping in mid-air, and hovering over the tile. I was lucid. I tried to think of what I could do but figured, first, I should go out for some night air.

Then, I made the worst possible mistake I could have made. I tried to fly up through the ceiling and roof.

I got stuck in a black void and then woke up. Of course.

I'm an idiot.

hey just to say ure lds are really interesting just how u pick them up ive been almost lucid everyday of this week including this morning :S its really annoying me now

Originally Posted by maxy126

hey just to say ure lds are really interesting just how u pick them up ive been almost lucid everyday of this week including this morning :S its really annoying me now

Hey thanks, maxy! I hate being almost lucid. It does suck pretty bad. I get into some pretty heavy dry-spells, where I'll be right on the threshold of lucidity, and I'll just completely zone out and miss the cues. The best advice I could give you would probably be to constantly be aware of your state. Even when you know you are awake, try to test the theory by doing something that you could only do in dreams, or a standard reality check like looking at a clock twice or trying to push a finger through your palm.

Eventually, these habits will carry over into the dream world, and you'll be able to pick up lucidity a little easier.

And thanks for posting here. I almost forgot that I need to update. Haha.

Originally Posted by Oneironaut

Hey thanks, maxy! I hate being almost lucid. It does suck pretty bad. I get into some pretty heavy dry-spells, where I'll be right on the threshold of lucidity, and I'll just completely zone out and miss the cues. The best advice I could give you would probably be to constantly be aware of your state. Even when you know you are awake, try to test the theory by doing something that you could only do in dreams, or a standard reality check like looking at a clock twice or trying to push a finger through your palm.

Eventually, these habits will carry over into the dream world, and you'll be able to pick up lucidity a little easier.

And thanks for posting here. I almost forgot that I need to update. Haha.

ah thx for the advice if ure in like a dryspell shouldnt u try like different techniques like wild n stuff + kwl cant wait to read it

Originally Posted by maxy126

ah thx for the advice if ure in like a dryspell shouldnt u try like different techniques like wild n stuff + kwl cant wait to read it

Depends on what works best for you. I have barely any success with WILDs. WBTB is my best method. But, sure, it's always good to switch it up every now and then.

(Some notes I hadn't gone back to expand on yet. I'll write them out later: )
10/16/2008:
Lost lucid dream. Remember looking at my hands and they looked like penguin flippers almost.

10/18/2008:
Haunted house. Going through with play weapons. Surprising all the ghouls by pretending to kick their asses. Sitting on shore where fake shark came up like Jaws.
With Todd. Out on the water. Massive "shark" eating some other huge fish. Kept trying to get him to get a good look at it. Lucid. Flying over water. TK on huge shark and pulled him out of water to see how big he was. Back and forth to small islands.
Chased by people eventually. Through a compound they owned. Dead people, dark patches of hills with bushes. Knew I didn't want to go there. Riding bikes. People coming, and we had to haul ass away from them. I ended up getting caught.
Mario's b-day. Family and everything. Jeremiah was there and wanted some lemonade I made out of something or other. Mario's cake had 4 candles. Freestyled a bar about his b-day.



11/08/2008
Frag:
Was at home for a while, and then ended up going for a drive. There was a girl with me, shortly after that, and we were soon hanging out with a few more guys. My notes say something about us getting our vehicle stuck, and that I got into an argument with one of the guys that were with us, but I don’t remember much of this one at all. Later, we were back at someone’s house, and I was in one of the rooms talking to the girl. In the middle of my conversation with her, I realized I was dreaming. I was standing next to a large mirror that sat on a counter. Climbing up onto the counter, I stared at myself in this huge mirror. Leaning forward, and tipped my forehead against the glass and pushed. My head sank into the mirror. It felt like a cold sheet wrapped around my face. I kept my eyes open, and I saw the world around my reflection warp and stretch, the further I pushed in. Even though there was really no sound around me, the acoustics from the room I was in began coming into this sort of “tunnel” I was displacing in the mirror the more I sank into it. It sounded like listening to “the sea,” if you pick up a sea shell.



11/19/2008
”Following the Yellow Brick Road”

I was in my old house, just sitting around and not doing much. I remember going outside at night and just walking around my neighborhood. For no reason that I can remember, I realized that I was dreaming. While trying to think of something to do, I began to slowly levitate, about to fly off to do whatever came to mind. Then, I thought about the Lucid Task. The only one I could remember was the Yellow Brick Road task. Asking myself what the quickest way would be, to find a yellow brick road, I lowered myself back down to the street.

Looking back down the cross-street that ran to my house, I could see in the low glow of the streetlight that the road was made of stone. It was a very small road, only wide enough for about one car, and it trailed off behind my house and around the back of my neighborhood. I walked the length of the road and…then it just kinda stopped. It ended at the corner of the block and brought me to the front side of the complex. Some dude that kind of reminded me of Doc Brown (I had been watching Back to the Future, the other day.) came running up to me and rambling on about something. I talked to him for a while and ended up losing lucidity. We walked back around toward the front of the neighborhood, and passed my mom, uncle and a few other people. My mom had got a new motorcycle, and she let me ride it. It was a Harley, and pretty badass. I was riding it, though, and hitting the front breaks almost threw me off of the bike. It stood up on the front wheel and spun 180 degrees, landing and facing the opposite direction. I brought it back to her and some of the guys checked it out and said that the reason it was like that was because of a fucked up suspension. They started working on the bike and trying to work out the leaning issue.

11/25/2008
"Running on Water"

I was at a lake that had a muddy bank which was about 4 feet high. I'd ended up getting too closed to the edge, and slipped into the water. Unable to get out by myself, I saw another guy reaching out to help me out of the water. I tried to lift myself out but, instead, ended up pulling him into the water as well. In trying to find my way out of this murky water, I realized I was only dreaming. After all that time, trying to get out of the lake, I simply focused my mind upon my 'physical' body, and levitated out of the water. Touching my feet down on the surface, I walked around on the water. It was the third (I think) time I've done it, and it still felt awesome. Then I began running on the water, which was something I'd never done before. It felt a lot like running on the pavement except that, even though I had traction, I could feel each step sinking just below the surface. Just after that, I took to the air and flew out over the field, coming along a wrought-iron fence that lined some kind of park. I lowered my feet onto the columns of iron that made up the rods in the fence, and I began to walk across them, balancing myself in the air with hardly any effort. I tried to remember what the lucid task was, but I couldn't think of it.

Not really able to think of what to do at the moment, I began doing a little parkour, just running around and jumping up and through all kinds of crazy things, making my way to the top of a billboard. Looking off to one side, I noticed a couple of teenagers. One of them had a dirt bike, the other; a skateboard. Jumping forward, I kind of glided down toward them, landing on the ground with the intention of taking the kid's skateboard and kinda 'skiing' across a huge puddle that was not too far away from us.

The dream began fading, here, and I woke up.


11/28/2008
"Skullface"

I was lucid, and in a gymnasium where a whole bunch of people were just kind of standing around. I don’t think there was a game going on, but I really don’t remember anything before just being lucid and standing up in the bleachers. I started showing off to some of the DCs that I was just dreaming, and began levitating, floating down the aisle. When I got to the ground, I turned around and started using telekinesis to make other people levitate, and then I would levitate a group of people at once. Somehow I got a hold of some creepy skeleton mask that I think I might have had on since before I was lucid. It was attached to my white hat, which I had turned backward, and hung down over my face.

I went flying through the halls behind the gym - which seemed more like the hallways of a stadium, than a much smaller gymnasium – and just freaking people out, because I was flying around with a skull over my face. Haha. I ended up ‘befriending’ two DC’s, a guy and a girl, and we left the building. We ended up smoking or drinking while, while riding around in the car. I had lost lucidity around here, and I remember coming to the end of a street where there was a motorcycle cop standing around. We were really paranoid, and thought he was going to give us shit, but he didn’t.

Later, we were back at someone’s house. I was lounging on the bed, with the girl, and she kept playing with my feet. I had been about to take a shower and, as I was putting my stuff in the bathroom, I’d gotten the idea to jokingly proposition her to join me. But, as I was going back to the room, I saw that she was making a move on the other guy, pulling him off into another room and closing the door behind them.

12/26/2008
"Incident At Gator Lake"

I was lucid sometime around either the beginning of this dream, or a dream before it. I remember becoming lucid in a parking lot, and asking the DC who was with me (A real friend of mine. Can't remember who) what we should do with our lucidity. I tried so damn hard to remember what the tasks of the month are, but I couldn't. All I could think of was the "Build a Snowman" and "Give a DC a Present" tasks, but knew they were previous tasks. Not able to think of the present task, we went off to find something to do.

Next thing I know, I was out at lake with Brian, Matt and a few others. (Not 100% certain that these dreams were connected, but I'm pretty positive) All around - and in - this lake were castles and other medeival structures that people were touring, so the whole area was like a theme park or something. (Been noticing castles and such appearing more in my dreams. Will start trying to look for them as dream signs.) We were the only people on the lake that actually had jetskis (the stand-up kind) and we were just having a blast with them, hooking u-turns and just opening them all the way up, speeding on such a (relatively) small body of water. There was a dark corner of the lake which turned into a small river, through dense, jungle-like areas, which funneled out into a much larger lake or river, and we were all careful to stay away from it. We knew that there were gators in this lake, that hung out mostly in that area, but it didn't stop us from jet-skiing and boating in the water. Though I do remember being secretely horrified of falling off one of the jet-skis. Lol.

Some time later, we had to go. Matt and Brian went to go get the car, and I sat down in a lobby area, waiting. I had a bag with me that had comic books and some of my art supplies in it, and I began drawing. Some guy, sitting beside me, was a comic book fanatic and started going crazy over my art and the badass comics I had. We sat there and talked about comics for a while, and I forgot that I was supposed to go back up front after giving them a little time to get the car. I didn't really care, though, because I remember having to wait for them for like an hour, before coming to the lake, for something I actually don't remember. (Lol.) So I just sat there and talked to the guy a bit more. Another Brian, from work, comes in and tells me to hurry up, because the other Brian is waiting for me at the car, and I finally get up to leave. On the way out, I noticed that the entire place was absolutely crawling with gorgeous women. The majority of them were Latina, which implied that we were in some sort of South American (Or southern-North American - lol) tourist spot. I was practically tripping over myself, trying to check some of them out, on my way to the door.

Walking out of this place - which was open, over the lake, but enclosed, between the lake and the parking lot - was like walking through an airport terminal. Very modern and commercialized. I had to walk down two flights of stairs that were all surrounded by dark marble and glass. When I got down to the ground level, walking out through the glass, mall-type doors, I came across a little asian kid pretending to be Hiro Nakamura from Heroes. He was squinting his eyes like him, and I could tell he was trying to bend space/time. I thought it was kind of cute, and then turned to walk to the car. Ironically enough, I bumped into the "real" Hiro Nakamura. He told me something important, but I can't remember what it was, and we started walking out to where I knew the car and my friends would be. Way out in front of us, down the line of cars, I see some kind of commotion. A fight or something? I can't tell what it is, but then I see a tiny woman hit the ground. A young girl is screaming, and the woman's body seems to be getting slowly dragged between two parked cars, by something I couldn't yet see. I could hear the woman screaming now, and the young girl came running toward us.

As she approached, we could see the girl was completely covered in blood. It was running down her arms, and splashed all over the front of her dress. Her face and hair were soaked in it. She was screaming something like "It took it! That dog ran off with the baby!!," and was holding her hands out to us as she pled - as if to show a subconscious shock at being drenched in blood, while trying to convey her message. Apparently the dog had attacked the group and was wrestling the baby away from the lady, which is why we saw her being dragged. The rest of my friends suddenly came in view of the incident, as did a few other strangers. It was then that we saw a large, but boney, tan-colored dog running aimlessly through the parking lot. It's face, too, was covered in blood. Those with guns drew them, and started trying to take the dog down. I - somehow knowing it was there - ran to my mom's car and grabbed her gun out of the glove box. The clip and gun were separated, and I popped the clip in, cocked it and ran back to help take the dog down, before it killed someone, or someone else.

The police suddenly show up, and get a little nervous because I don't have a permit to carry a gun. They didn't really bother anyone, though, and seemed to appreciate the help in finding the dog. We were all allowed to search along with them, weapons drawn. At one point, I saw the dogs legs, standing under a truck. I quickly dropped down onto my stomach, drew a bead on the dog and fired. Or, rather, tried to fire. The gun just clicked in my hand. Someone else saw me and dropped down beside me to shoot at the dog, but he was too late, and the dog ran off just as the bullets whizzed passed him. I got up and pulled the clip out of my gun.

Turns out, I had put it in backward.

Flipping it around, I went back in to join the chase for the dog. Don't remember anything after that.

(I got up with the intention to come to DV, find out the tasks, and try a WBTB, but I ended up staying awake.)

Wow. I just realized that I only have 1 lucid dream recorded for December, and I barely even remember the lucidity. I know I haven't been keeping up with my dreaming as much, but that's ridiculous. I need to get back on it.

God, I love WBTB (and melatonin)!

Huge post ahead:

[Here's the abridged version, for those who don't wanna read the whole thing:
Lucid while in a boat. Went for a walk on water and flight. Tried to do Santa task but couldn't make it snow. Looked for sex. Created door/portal. Lost lucidity and regained numerous times. Met really hot girl who looked like Salma Hayek. Great lucid sex. Ended up back on the lake in a boat with her this time. She gets kidnapped. Fly to some huge mountain. Try to dodge an arrow at it kills her. Time rewinds. Save her this time but she gets shot in the hand instead. Went psycho-lucid-killer on the badguys, using TK.]

12/27/2008
”Lakeview Lucidity”

(I really brought lucidity back with a vengeance! I took some b6 and melatonin before bed, but then I woke up at 6, after ‘dreamless’ sleep, and came to browse DV for a little while. Knowing I had a few more hours to sleep, I turned on the brainflooder for a little while, popped another melatonin and went back to bed. I couldn’t resist smoking a bowl, though, which may be why my recall is so shoddy (which seems a little ironic, considering the size of the post, but I know there is a lot I’m leaving out). The main factor, though, is probably just that this dream was so damn long. It just seemed to go on and on, and I kept losing and re-gaining lucidity, throughout. I tried, numerous times, to stop and run over the events that were happening in the dream, just so I could remember them all when I woke up, and I believe I got most of it. But there were some points where I was just like “There is no way in hell I’m going to remember all this,” and I just quit trying. Enough of that, though, and on to the dream…)

The first thing I remember is sitting in a boat, talking to someone. It was night time, and we were on a lake right outside of an apartment complex. Looking out over the water, toward the moon, I could see a bunch of alligators on top of the water. By on top, I mean literally - as in they were walking on top of the water, instead of just breaking the surface. I pointed this out to whoever was in the boat with me, which I think might have been Todd, and instantly realized I was dreaming. Though a little apprehensive about the pitch-black water around us, I stepped out of the boat and started walking across the water. Again, it felt like real water under my shoes, as if I wasn’t standing on it, but more like floating with my feet just barely touching the surface. While standing on the water, I looked down at my hands to ground myself into the dream. My fingers looked like they were tied in knots. From there, I started flying, ascending over the lake and heading toward the apartments beside it. I went phasing through the walls and doors, trying to find something interesting to do. Nothing really seemed to come to mind, immediately, and then I thought of the Tasks of the Month. It still took me a moment to remember what the tasks were, but I remembered that one of them was to ride on Santa’s sleigh. Heading outside, I flew up to the roof, which was actually quite tough to land on because it had one of those high-angled, church-type rooftops, and my feet kept trying to slide down it. I got to the top, though, and looked out over the lake.

It was dark out, but a pretty clear night. And warm. It didn’t seem very Christmas-y, and I really wanted to set the mood, if I was going to try to summon Santa and/or his sleigh. I began to visualize winds coming in from my right, and a blanket of snow streaming down over the grass and dark water of the lake. The winds slowly began to pick up, and I was sort of directing it in as if I was using telekinesis. I would focus on drawing it in from the right, inhaling and tensing a bit as I drew my hands from right to left. Then, relaxing, I sifted my hands back over to the right again, then drawing back to the left while ‘pulling’ the wind across the scene. I could hear waves being born on the lake, growing with intensity, the more I tried to pull the snow and winds in. All I was able to get were a few dashes of white on the dark surfaces beneath me. No true snow storm. Finally, I figured that I was using up too much energy in trying to do this, and I wanted to have some fun with this lucid before it was over. After a few more tries I gave up, and floated back down off the roof.

Wandering aimlessly, trying to think of something epic to do, I began to get a little…anxious…and wondered if I had time for a quickie, and if I could pull one off without waking up. I started phasing in and out of the apartments again, looking for a hot DC chick to have sex with. Going through one of the hallways, I came across a group of roughneck-looking guys with a basketball. They were coming my way and I just didn’t feel like dealing with them so, when they got within range, I just jumped up and hovered over them, touching down lightly, behind them, as they passed. They all turned around and looked at me in shock, and I just kept on going, trying to find a good lucid lay. I had no luck, though. All of the apartments were more or less abandoned. I did come across one heavyset man that was cleaning one of the apartments. A bit curious as to how he would answer, I asked him - as if he were a separate entity from myself - to tell me something about the universe. I can’t remember what he answered or what, exactly, I asked him.

Phasing through objects seemed to get harder. I was beginning to get ‘stuck’ in things and really have to push my way through them. I thought there had to be a better way of getting around. I didn’t want to try spinning, since that usually makes the whole thing deteriorate and puts me at the risk of waking up, so I wanted to try another way. I remembered the ‘door’ method I used back in my “Water Dragon” dream, and decided to give it a shot. I put my hand down on the carpet and visualized a thin plank of wood materializing beneath my palm. A long, translucent strip came into view, beneath my hand, as if I was pressing it down into the floor. The strip gained solidity, to where it was no longer see-through, and I pulled my hand upward, the strip elongating into a brown wooden door. When the door was as tall as I was, I let it go, and it stood there in front of me. Before I really had time to suggest to myself what I wanted to find behind the door, I absent-mindedly reached out and opened it, already beginning to step through.

I was now in someone else’s house and was surrounded by a Spanish family. It was daytime now, and the sun shone in through the windows. I don’t remember exactly when, but it was sometime around here that I first lost lucidity. There was an adorable little baby boy, with a little beanie on, and I picked him up and sat down in a chair with him on my lap. Immediately, it was if I had been a friend of the family for a long time. I started rocking the chair, holding the baby, and he began dozing off. I don’t remember if I met the girl first, or became lucid again first, but – somewhere around here – I realized I was dreaming again. Don’t know if anything triggered it or if it was spontaneous. There was now a girl there who looked just like a young Salma Hayek hanging around, and I immediately gravitated toward her. (I just saw her on Punk’d yesterday. Good gawd. ) I just hung out with her for a while, without really turning it into anything overtly sexual. She had to do something for her family involving tending to bees and wasps, and I helped her with that. I wasn’t afraid of the insects because I kept reminding myself it was a dream. Otherwise, I probably would have been terrified. Lol. She was really shy and reserved at first, which actually made me even more attracted to her, but she warmed up to me pretty quickly.

Next thing I know, we were waking up in an elegant, white room with two large beds. In the other bed was some huge guy, passed out. Her roommate or something I’m guessing. Don’t know exactly. We were both naked and she carried the white sheet with her as she got up and went over toward the bathroom. I followed her and walked up behind her, sliding my arms around her and kissing her neck while I talked to her. She seemed to forget her original reason for getting up as I guided her over to a short countertop, somewhat sit/standing against it, pulling her back against me.(<--So awesome that I found such an accurate picture. Heh.) I could tell she was getting hot, the way she leaned her head back into me while I kissed her neck. My hands traced down her stomach and played along her pelvis. They started to go lower and she kind of shifted, apprehensively. I backed off a little and kept kissing her neck and shoulder. Obviously feeling the intoxication, he was a little more inviting, the next time my hand fell between her legs. She reached back, between our bodies, and took hold of me - rubbing and feeling me get harder in her hand. Then, she arched her back and pulled me down beneath her, sitting back and pushing me inside her from behind, my hand still working around front. As we had sex, I periodically looked over her shoulder, seeing that the DC - who was supposed to be sleeping - was now pretending to be asleep, and failing miserably. I could see him watching us through squinted eyes, not sure whether or not she noticed. I didn’t really care, though, knowing this was just a dream. The sex was great, though. Hot shit.

Around here, the dreaming became really erratic. I kept changing scenes and losing – then regaining - lucidity. Periodically, I would stop and try to remember everything that happened in the dream, starting back from being in the boat. Then, I would find myself somewhere/sometime else, and lose lucidity all over again. At one point, I was back at the lake, in the boat. I was with ‘Salma,’ this time, and we were just rowing along aimlessly. We were talking about something and something triggered some clarity. It hit me in the middle of a sentence and – though I forgot how the sentence began – my last few words were “…because this is still just a dream!” I was lucid again. I started to fly like I had in the beginning, since it was just so much damn fun. I went up really high and then free-fell down toward the lake. Just before impact I braced myself and focused on not entering the water. Instead, I hit the water like it was a water bed, sinking just a bit and jiggling around on the surface.

‘Salma’ and I hung out and, sometime after this, she ended up getting kidnapped. I had to fly to some far off place to get the guys that had her, and I remember streaking across a large city at night. Before I knew it, I was ascending some high, rocky tower and flying was getting more and more difficult. I was starting to just hover for a while and descend. So, I stuck to jumping great lengths and climbing the mountainous tower on hand at foot. It was really intense, because large pieces of stone kept crumbling under my weight and dropping down to the earth far below. Lucid or not, I didn’t like how little control I had, and being so high made me a bit nervous. I made my way into the tower through a tiny opening in its face. Inside, I chased down the guys that had ‘Salma,’ and got her back. One of the men shot at me with a crossbow, and I was able to jump aside just as the arrow went passed me…right into ‘Salma’s’ back, killing her.

Immediately (and involuntarily, actually) I was able to somehow rewind the scene. The villain drew the crossbow again and fired. This time I tried to catch the arrow. I was only able to grab the back end of the shaft, though, and the arrow was deflected slightly; away from ‘Salma’s’ back, and stabbing her, instead, in the hand.

After this, I turned the tables on the villains. My dream control increased significantly, just out of annoyance, and I was able to easily fly again. I rose up from the ground with my arms at my sides, pretty pissed off at this confrontation. Slowly, I began flying after them as they ran, stalking them, picking them up with telekinesis and throwing them all over the hallways. I don’t remember exactly what I ended up doing to them in the end, though.

Nice man ive had 6 Almost lucid dreams and 1 short shitty 2 secs lucid dream which is alot like ure FA it was actually an FA for me too lol you know melatonin what does it do? and where can i find it?

Originally Posted by maxy126

Nice man ive had 6 Almost lucid dreams and 1 short shitty 2 secs lucid dream which is alot like ure FA it was actually an FA for me too lol you know melatonin what does it do? and where can i find it?

Melotonin is a natural chemical that the brain produces to help you go to sleep. It is basically what helps your body run through its natural sleep cycles, and what makes people tend to get tired when it's dark (it's released by the brain when it's dark). Taking supplemental melatonin helps you to be more likely to sleep heavily, so it helps keep you asleep when, in a more alert state, you might have waken up.

I would always suggest trying some of the site's suggested methods of staying in the dream first, if you haven't. But, if you're looking for something to help you stay asleep (getting to those longer REM periods that come at the end of a good night's sleep), melatonin is a nice, safe, alternative.

Ok thx for the info i had a real vivid dream last night and became lucid beacuase it went black and white and then i just felt i cud control the dream like sway it in different directions its so werid i find it hard to control my ody when im lucid like last night felt like i was stupidly drunk i was trying to walk into the public toliets and it was SOOO fucking hard i had to use all my strength on the walls gosh :O but im getting there man ill try and look for melation