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      Lucid Files From Oneironaut's Matrix

      I've noticed that a lot of people have been making alternate journals with just their lucid dreams. I like that idea, so I'm going to start one of my own. It's backdated to my first journal entry here at DV, so it may take me a little while to get caught up.

      Blue text is for lucidity, and once I get up to my most recent dreams, Green text is for outside comments.
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      01/19/2005
      "Breakthrough in lucidity."


      I had to save a friend of mine, travelling through some large, murky cave to do it. The ground was all covered in dark green water, seemingly deep enough to get lost in if I'd fallen. Suspended in the air were many wooden platforms, that seemed they could be used to jump from one to the other, in order to get through this huge cave tunnel that seemed to stretch into the darkness for miles. I began running, and jumping from platform to platform, much like you'd see in a third person video game, and after a few minutes of not seeming to make much progress, the picture began to fade. And as it was doing this, I became lucid, realizing that I must be dreaming because I was getting pulled slowly out of (into) consciousness. The environment was beginning to fade. So I spun around a few times and opened my eyes, standing on a wooden plank and looking around this massive cave, completely lucid. Every detail was perfect, I could hear droplets of the murky water beneath me, feel the cool breeze that was coming in through the mouth of the cave. It as all too realistic. I couldn't believe it. The feeling of being surrounded by a world compeltely created by my mind was too much. Drawn then a little more into the dream aspect, I remembered my mission. So, instead of running and jumping from plank to plank, I looked down at the one beneath me and began to concentrate. I made the plank stretch out into a long bridge which ran into the darkness. It was f'ckin incredible! So I started running down this bridge, and then, still seeming to get not very far, I decided to try flying. Flying had always been hard, even since I was a little kid. But this time, I simply rose off of the wooden boards, slowly at first, but then took off like a rocket, flying down the long tunnel. Actually, I think it was that I was travelling so fast, why I woke up, but I never did find out how long that damn tunnel was. LOL. But that was my first, real, vivid, completely had a chance to stop and look around lucid dream.

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      4/26/05
      "Cassadaga"

      Had my first lucid dream in months. It didn't seem to take long before I realized I was dreaming, though I can't remember what dream signs, if any, that I recognized. However I do remember that I used the Fingers Through Palm test to confirm my lucidity. And yup, my fingers sank straight through the palm of my hand. I remember that upon my conscious awakening, my first order of business was to enhance the experience. I was standing outside of what seemed to be the city of Cassadaga, the historically-famous Florida town of Spiritualists and psychic mediums that I live about 8 miles away from, and hadn't actually visited since yesterday while awake. (Pretty interesting place. Great spiritualist bookstore.)
      It was midday in the dream, the sky a beautiful, but slightly distorted blue. I focused my mind and called out "Increase Lucidity!" gave a slightly tense blink of my eyes, and when I opened them, the world around me was as clear as I had actually woken up and stepped into the midday sun. Gorgeous, but not necessarily too bright. The trees were a canvas of autumn colors.
      Next, just for good measure, I belted out "Lengthen Lucidity Time to Four Waking Hours!!" ('Ey, it was worth a shot, right? )
      Unfortunately (very) I don't remember too much of the experience after that, though I do recall spending quite some time lucid, for the most part walking around and simply enjoying how amazingly my mind can simulate the waking world. And, although I don't quite remember the things I did, or DC's that I talked to, what sticks out mainly is doing RC's at three different times in the dream. First, putting my fingers through my palm when first gaining consciousness, then later, sticking my arm through the wall of what I think was a restauraunt, and again FTP, this time turning my hand over to see my fingers actually stick out the back of my hand. Now that I think of it, I did the FTP Again at the end of the dream, but no matter how hard I tried, my fingers wouldn't penetrate my skin. It was at time that I'd started to wonder if I'd woken up and was testing reality while already in the waking world.

      I think it was this contemplation that caused me to wake up, but damn, its nice to be back in control after being out of it for so long.

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      05/03/2005
      "Airport Boulevard"

      Last night's dream(s) are hazy, to say the least. Though (they) were quite vivid while I was having them. I don't remember much, though I do remember reaching a low level of lucidity. I was driving down Airport Blvd toward (whateverTF) the intersection is where a 7-11 sits. It was getting dark outside quickly. there were other people in the car, and the ambience was much like my old days of packing the Honda with friends and joyriding. Distracted in the dream by shooting-the-shit and playing around, I was having trouble staying on the road, actually swerving fully into the grass a few times, but not caring. Before I knew it, it was fully dark, and I made a right turn at the X-ing, and tried to turn on my headlights....and..Nothing! (surprise surprise!) At first, I was a little confused, so I kept trying. I even puled over on the side of the road cause I couldn't see, and kept trying the lights, to no avail. Finally, it hit me....the Lightswitch isn't working..I'm dreaming!! Lowest level of lucidity: reached. Though unfortunately, I was focused on making sure I woke up in time for my first day of work, so I completely forgot about exploring any lucidity further, and began to squeeze my eyes shut and then snapped them open to wake myself up.
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      07/21/2005
      Lucid dream, but the events are hazy. In one scene (or full dream) the area seemed to be centered upon a central hub/room. It was from this room that each door led to another scene. Coming in and out of this room were various dream characters, including a pair of girls that I hit it off with a lot of the time. We knew going into one of the alternate world/rooms would be dangerous. There was a field, dungeon rooms, and a bunch of other shit. I cannot remember the villain(s) in the dream as of now, but there was a lot of action to be had, I know that. I also remember a single reality check I did. Not sure whether I was still dreaming or not, walking with Cierra, someplace outside, I looked up toward the sun, that was just beginning to set over the horizon. With the hunch I was dreaming, I held out my right hand to the sun, and focused, pulling my hand downward a little. The sun began to set faster. Reversing my mental influence on the sun, I drew it back up a little, seeing it shine brighter through the clouds as I helped it to unset. I was definitely dreaming. After becoming lucid, I don’t remember too much more, but it was a very interesting dream, nonetheless, from what I do remember.

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      07/26/2005
      "Searching for the Crossroads"


      Probably my longest lucid dream ever last night, though I don’t remember all the details. We were at a pool party. Don’t know who exactly the “we” is, however I know that Yarixa was in some, or all, of this dream. Being completely oblivious to the fact I was dreaming, I heard someone finally shout something about dreams and dreaming (was it Des?) And it was as if a light switch had been turned on. I did a couple of reality checks to make sure, and lo’ and behold, I was dreaming. “Hey Everybody!!!” I shouted in the center of the public pool facility. “I’m Lucid!!!!” And of course, as usual, everyone just kinda looked around like “…Huh?” The visual resolution to my dream increased like it usually does when I go lucid. So, without bothering to say another word, or take the time to put the rest of my clothes on, I bent my legs, cast my eyes to the night sky, and launched straight up into the air, a la Neo, with the intent on finding the Crossroads. Flying was great (isn’t it always?) but I never did end up finding the crossroads. Though I think I got as close as the Desert. So finally, somewhere in the middle of nowhere, I landed, and thought I’d try teleporting. Closing my eyes, I began to phase out of sight with concentration, determined to make my destination the Lucid Crossroads. I could feel my existence flickering like an old, worn out light bulb, but every time I opened my eyes, I was still standing in the middle of nowhere. So I figured I’d try spinning. So I spun around over and over, and instead of reaching the Crossroads, I ended up in another Scene, some hotel (party?) where a bunch of my friends were hanging out. Old red-headed Phil was there (which is cool cause I haven’t seen him in years.) And we were sitting around smoking, drinkin, having a good time. At this point, I was still lucid, and if I remember correctly, I was showing off, doing things like putting my hand through walls and stuff. Every now and then, someone would tell me that my hand wasn’t really going through the wall, even though I could look down and see that it was, giving me the impression that they were trying to imply I was crazy. Lol. Sooner or later, of course, the cops showed up as everyone is just about leaving (those guys can even ruin a good time in the Dream World. Lol. ..amazing.) So of course, everyone is all freaking out, and those people that were leaving with me piled into my car. (My friend Aaron was there, also.) So we start to leave the hotel complex, and flashing lights appear behind me. By this time, I’d lost my lucidity, (g’damn police -_-) and was sure we were all busted, as I was drunk ‘n high, had a car full of people, and a hotel room that was just left trashed. So when the cop pulls me over and tells me to get out of the car…he ends up asking me if I knew anyone who drove a white car (the color of mine) that was a Different Make and Model, because this person was wanted in connection with a serious crime. A little shocked, I told the officer “no,” and he said “ok, sorry about the inconvenience. You guys have a nice day.” …And he left.


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      08/01/2005
      “Staring down the barrel of lucidity…and too afraid to embrace it.”


      Things started off at a sort of get-together with a few friends, lounging around and watching T.V. for the most part. The house looked like my old home in Canterbury, without all the furniture. (People were pretty much just sitting on the floor.) But as the dream went on, the scenery became more and more erratic. If I can remember correctly, I asked about someone, a female, and someone answered with; “Oh, she’s right over there.” And as I turned, there was a big ugly monster in the living room also. I wish I could remember who this was representing, (and that I would have realized this as a dream sign) but I have my suspicions of who it was. Suddenly, the scenery changed.

      Most of us were now outside, and the house was on a hill. (I need to note this, as I’ve seen this same house/hill/street combination in about three dreams, but don’t recognize them from waking life.) As people were leaving, only about three of us remained. (Though it was night, and I can’t remember which of my friends were there.) We were standing outside the house talking, when a van drove by slowly and started to continue on down the hill. All of a sudden, it threw itself in reverse, and we all had just enough time to see a pistol stick out through the passenger side window before we all scattered. Shots range out while we ran, the neighborhood beginning to look more like Canterbury (the neighborhood I used to live in) as we sprinted through it. Though we came to a picket fence connected to a house that, strangely, reminded me of an old neighbor’s house who’s fence we were constantly climbing over while playing when I was little. (this house was in a completely different neighborhood, and I haven’t even thought about this house since I was a child.) While running toward it, I noticed that one of my friends were still behind me, keeping up. As we approached the tall fence, still running full speed, I began to worry that taking the time to climb over it would get me shot. Then, for one fleeting moment, I questioned: “What if…..?” Without a second thought, I jumped into the air, placing my hands on the top of the 8’+ tall fence and vaulted over it without the rest of my body touching it at all. I paused on the other side after landing just as my friend landed beside me, having done the same. I was shocked and amazed at how easily we’d gotten over the obstacle. I believe that if I would have sat there for a moment longer, I would have recognized this as a dream and become lucid. But the gunfire started again, closing in from the other side of the fence. Wasting no more time, we continued running. (Missed Major Dream Sign #2)

      Seeing headlights as we emerged on a parallel street, I dove to the grass, my friend jumping behind a tree that seemed to small to hide his body. The headlights and more stray gunfire passed over me, and when I could get away with it, I jumped up and ran to the tree to grab my friend and keep running. But he refused to move and said: “No, I hear them coming,” and opted to stay behind the ridiculously slender tree. But he was right, as I heard footsteps in the grass. I ducked into a nearby porch, sliding as much into the shadows as I could. Through the holes in the patchwork fence, I saw two pairs of legs coming closer, one of the men holding a sawed-off shotgun down by one thigh. They happened to stop right near the opening of the porch, right in my line of sight, though they weren’t looking toward me. Instead, they were looking in the direction of the tree my friend was behind. It was at this point that I knew I had to do something before they either shot @ the tree or turned and looked into the porch and saw me. With my attention on the shotgun, I suddenly ran out of the shadows, prepared to grab the gun as quick as I could and try to take both men down before the second man got a shot off. One hand grabbed the shotgun, pushing the barrel away to the surprise of the enemy. Almost simultaneously, my other hand flew toward the side of the man’s face to blind-side him and start a desperate combination with the intention of disarming him. But before impact, I met the invisible wall of lag that usually hinders my fighting when I’m dreaming but not lucid. (G’damnit I hate that.) Forgetting the gun for a moment, I tried to hit him over and over, each time meeting the subconscious barrier that felt like trying to punch through water. (Probably because, subconsciously, part of me never wants to have to clock someone, even when I know its necessary.)

      It was Then, that I finally realized I was dreaming, complete lucidity hitting me for a fraction of a second. Though, I was still in such a state of survival instinct, that when the two men laughed sinisterly because I couldn’t fight them, and the first raised the shotgun barrel up toward my chest, my momentary lucidity caused my reflexes to respond to the threat by exiting the dream and waking myself up, before I could think of anything else to do. (Hey…I had a shotgun aimed at me…shut up. )

      But, I woke up, staring at the ceiling. Knowing that there were so Many other ways I could have kept the lucidity going if I hadn’t pulled the plug. And of course there is only one thing to say when something like this happens:
      “………..DAMNIT!!!”
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      It's probably just me but I find that everything gets messy when you have seperate DJ's for Lucidity.

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      10/10/2005

      I'm not sure whether I had any dreams that I remember before my alarm clock first went off. I reset for about another 30 mins and went back to sleep. During that time, I remember dreaming something that had to do with all of the catastrophes that have been going on. There was no distinct sign as to what city I was in, but by the surroundings, it reminded me of N.O. Which would have made perfect sense. I remember standing up on a highway overpass, looking down at the destroyed city around me, rescue workers and city officials doing whatever it is they do, down below. I don't remember if the scene changed, or if this was later on in the same dream, but it seems that I was drawn down underground. There was a subterranean cave, and I was being hounded by some villian.

      The villian himself was quite an interesting character, somewhat of a mix between Kadaj, Zhoul (or whatever that demon from Ghostbusters' name was) and some other ambiguous, and rather feminine, badguy. In comparing him to Zhoul (not even sure that is the name, but oh well) this guy had control of those two demon dog things from the movie. He was apparently trying to change me into one of them. I spent some time fighting against these two massive hounds, a battle which I can only remember Happened, but can't recall any details of it. Anyway, I know that by the end of the fight, one of these "things" had pinned me to the ground on my back, a huge paw pressed down onto my chest. It was looming over me in an attempt to transform me into one of these 'hound' things, which was obviously done by positioning it's jaws over my mouth and transferring a glowing energy from it's throat into mine. Of course I was kicking and screaming and keeping my face out of the direct range of this beat's gaping, toothed, mouth, all while listening to this "flamboyant" villian tell me to "Oh, relax. It's not like I'm going to kill you. You'll just be under my control. Quit acting like it's the end of the world." This only heightened my rage and anxiety, though no matter how hard I tried, I could not get from under the claws of this beast.

      Though I don't think I was ever turned, writhing and protesting under the weight of this animal, I woke up to the chaotic blend of my alarm, and my dad opening my door and calling to me from the hallway to get up. Now, disoriented as I was, still thinking about and trying to hold on to the events of the dream I'd just had, I staggered out of bed, hardly aware of the looming silouhette of my dad standing in the backlit doorframe of my room out of the corner of my eye. This alone should have struck me as weird, because my folks haven't just Opened my door since I was a child, but I was still fighting off the effects of waking up from a strange dream, so I thought nothing of it. Reaching blindly up over my head, I reached for my ceiling fan light to turn it on. I clicked it once and nothing happened, but I thought nothing of it and pulled on the other cord, thinking that I'd pulled the fan switch by mistake. When I pulled the second cord, nothing happened then, either. It wasn't until I looked up above my head, and noticed, not only that the light never turned on, but that there were actually TWO ceiling fans and light fixtures over my head, both fans running in sync with each other, side by side, that I realized this was a false awakening. Instantly concerned with whether or not I was oversleeping, this realization brought me immediately out of the FA, and I woke up for real.
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      Quote Originally Posted by Jdeadevil View Post
      It's probably just me...
      Probably. Hehe.

      No, but seriously. You may have a point. What I might do is put this in Lucid Experiences, instead.

      I'll worry about that, when I'm done, though.
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      10/12/2005
      I remember that last night's dream (s) was/were really vivid while I was having them, though I can't say that I remember too much about them now. I know that Jesse was in one of them, but was more the antagonist. It had something to do with my ex, and something about something going on between the two of them, but I'm not too sure. I remember, vaguely, that I might have been lucid at some point. There was a sort of space pod thing that I recall taking off from my neighborhood in, but I'm under the impression that at this time I knew I was dreaming, and was trying to keep the space pod up with my mind, instead of thrusters, and was having a hard time doing that. I also recall something about an intricate sort of highway/bridge that ran above a sort of perspective rendition of the CGI sea-scape that I made with blender. I'm not too sure if I spent much time driving along this highway/bridge, or if it is something that just appeared in my dream, but I do somewhat remember what it looked like.
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      10/19-2005
      "Epic Lucid Dream."


      Ok, this started off, innocently enough with me and 3 of my waking life friends (not counting the separate dream, or true beginning to this one, that I can't really recall) In the dream, it was myself, Jesse, Todd, and I'm pretty sure the last one was Bruce. We were up in this apartment one morning. If I'm not mistaken, someone had brought me a small telescope as a gift. (...a telescope? o.O) Anyway, this thing was pretty tight. It was all gold and shit, and was small, like some antique from the captain's quarters of some great old ship. So I go over to the window of this apartment and throw open the blinds, taking the telescope and having a look around.
      Looking across the street, I was seemingly in a sort of run-down town, which, again, reminded me somewhat of coverage I've seen from New Orleans. (The only comparison I could really make.) Peering through the window and focusing the telescope, I look out, parallel to our approx 6th story window at the building across the street. Bringing the scope into a little more focus, I see someone with a pair of binoculars which seemed to be pointed back at me.



      "What the...?" I turn around and grab the attention of my friends and they all walk over to the window. Looking back through the scope, I find that this person was actually looking down toward the street. So I panned down with the telescope and looked at what seemed to be quite a chaotic sight below. Moving from person to person with the scope, I saw what looked like the final moments of a massive store looting, the store itself just out of my field of view, blocked by another building. People were walking around the streets carrying whatever it is they could, a few police units around, but ultimately not enough to stop what was going on. So, as we are watching all of these people after turning on the news to hear the coverage of it, I’m looking through the scope at these people over by the area where the battered store would be, and all of a sudden there is this huge crash. It was as if a car had came out of nowhere and plowed through a bunch of people, throwing them off to the side, violently, out of the range of my scope, and behind the building that was blocking my view…..Except..there was no car. Only a strange black blur that came and went like some onyx gust of wind.

      “…..Did anyone just see that?” I asked. By this time, Bruce had opened the balcony door beside me and was stepping out of the deck to get a better view. “Those people,” I continued. “Something just kinda…Crashed into em….and swept them off the street!” I wasn’t looking through the scope any more. “Yeah,” said Bruce. “And flew right up into the leaning tower of Pisa over there.” There was a shock in his voice when he said that, and when I craned my neck to look at him, he was gazing, awestruck, around the side of our building from the balcony. I got up from where I was, walked out onto the deck, and turned to the right to look down the perpendicular side of our apt building. There, in the distance, behind the backdrop of an entire city that seemed to be in shambles, and highways that stretched on for miles (some of which were collapsed if I remember correctly) was a MASSIVE tower that stretched crookedly up into the distant skies. It looked like something straight out of Digital Blasphemy, the 3d art site I was browsing shortly before bed.

      “WHAT THE HELL IS THAT?!?!” I asked, damn near falling off of the balcony to get a better view.
      We were all standing on the balcony now, and I think it was the shock of seeing such a monolithic structure that brought me into a very very Low level of lucidity. I didn’t say anything at first about this being a dream, and actually I don’t think I was REALLY sure that it was a dream, but I had my hunch, and that was all I needed. “….I’m Going!” I said. Everyone snapped their eyes toward me. “What are you talking about??” “I’m Going!” I repeated, my sense of curiosity getting the better of me. “There is some strange shit going on here, and I’m going to find out what.” I either tossed the telescope away or just didn’t have it any more. “If you’re coming, follow me, and do what I do.” I didn’t feel I had much time to explain the whole lucidity thing, but I was definitely feeling it. I took a few steps forward and dove over the balcony railing. Free-falling sickeningly toward the ground below, which had began to clear of crowds after the strange occurrence. Diving straight down, I tucked my chin and rolled forward, front flipping one half time and landing on both feet with a small crouch, sort of like Kadaj’s building dive in Advent Children. Before I knew it, I was hearing the feet of my friends landing behind me. No one asked any questions as to how it was we just jumped from about 6 stories up, but it was about to get weirder anyway.



      “Ok, so how do you suggest we get over there?” Todd, asked. Exhaling once, I tried to give the easiest directions I could. “Just tell yourself that you’re dreaming, and follow me.” Of course this got the deer-in-headlights reaction from all three of them. No further words, I took my own advice, knowing that it would be a far distance to the tower, and flying, sometimes, was not my strong point unless I was in the right frame of mind. I closed my eyes. “I’m dreaming I’m dreaming I’m dreaming!!” I demanded to myself reassuringly. Boom. It was like I was opening my eyes for the very first time. A sense of confidence washed over me as the world became all that much more vivid.
      “So…you’re dreaming?” Bruce asked, a bit confused. I didn’t even answer. I just ran forward and lept into the air, the wind screaming in my ears as I shot toward the horizon like a missile, ascending toward the huge architectural marvel in the distance.

      I thought nothing of flying, which is the way I have the best luck with it. My mind was simply on getting from point A to point B. It was only a matter of seconds before my feet touched down upon the high circumference of the tower's main balcony. This thing had to be a few miles high; a twisted wonder of stone that seemed it was erected back in a time long since forgotten. I gazed in through one of the numerous balcony doors and began to walk forward. Turning my attention behind me, I’d noticed that Bruce and Todd were already walking on the stone surface, right on my heels, Jesse was just landing as well. No words about why we were able to do the things we were doing, we entered the tower like some sort of small, unlikely task force (which corresponds to the idea behind the LD’ing story I've been planning to write in the future).





      Surprisingly enough, the inside of this tower looked more like a run-down urban apartment than some regal empirical landmark. Couches, a tiny kitchen area that would have barely fit the four of us. Food left out on the counters, and a large steak, which still looked fresh, in a pan on the stove.
      From here on, things are a little more hazy. But it seems there is this old man that lives in this tower. And let me just say, I’ve faced some pretty rough characters in my dreams, but this guy was Bad. After what was most likely a long utterance of “I’m taking this world over” clichés, the fight broke out. This guy’s magic was crazy, and he was no slouch at hand to hand. While the others were a little reluctant, not quite sure of their powers, I suppose, I went all out on this guy with Kung Fu flavor that would have made Jet Li cower.
      But GodDAMN was this guy good.

      Punch kick block kick block punch block dodge kick feign punch wall-smash punch floor-break dodge punch. Fists and feet were flying everywhere, but I was just not making any progress with this guy. And on top of that, just as it seemed the others were ready to throw down…this old bastard just disappears; so quick that we are left standing in this, what seemed to be a bedroom (or study. It wasn’t furnished, and there were paint cans and newspapers all over the place) all alone and wondering just wtf happened. We knew that the only way out of this dead end bedroom was back through the hallway we’d just passed, because the massive room nearest the balcony is the one that connected all the rooms on the top floor.

      Slowly, we began to file out of the room, and as we went through the hallway, I made my way to the front of the group. One hand held low, I concentrated my mind on the pyrokinesis I knew was possible, because I still knew I was dreaming. (just not enough to KNOW that I could defeat this guy) My hand flickered once and then ignited into a bright orange flame. I held the flame around my hand while searching with my eyes for any signs of the old man.



      There was another small room (small is a relative term. It was still pretty big) that was parallel to the much smaller kitchen in the center of the hallway. Slowly I made my way toward it. Behind me, I heard a familiar Fwooosh and saw a flash of light. When I turned around, I’d seen that Bruce had followed my lead and found his own ability to produce a flame like mine. He smiled enthusiastically, holding up his flaming hand, and I couldn’t help but do the same. However, unfortunately, I hadn’t stopped walking toward the room when I looked back at Bruce, and when I turned to look inside of the room as I crossed the doorframe, I was blindsided.
      A vicious punch crashed into the side of my face and sent me to the side, I countered with multiple fire blasts from both hands, swinging my arms like an ambidextrous pitcher and assaulting this guy with pyrotechnics. His own magic countered horrifically well, though, small explosions of blues and greens emanating from his person to show that the fire blasts were simply having no effect. Finally, before I could get another shot off, or think of another tactic, the old man fired some green energy blast that blew me off of my feet and sent me crashing into the wall behind me, now on the left side of the room from the doorway. Shaking off the cobwebs, I glanced up to see the others streaming into the room, battle cries filling the air as they all went 3 on 1 with this fucker. It was all out war with this guy…and we were losing.



      I stood up and tried to clear my mind. I needed a charge of energy, and if that meant destroying this room to do it, so be it. I doubted the small explosion I was about to cause would have effected either of us too much, the way we were fighting, but the energy I would get from it would be invaluable. Clenching my fists, I began to well up my energy like a Saiya-Jin, a low “rrrrrrrrrrrraaahhhhh….” Building up in my throat. I could feel the coming energy start to push outward from my center, beginning to crack the floor under me, bendind the wall behind me out into the hall, and pushing the ceiling over my head up into itself.

      However, I was not focused. I think it was the sounds of our side losing that broke my concentration and kept me from getting that explosive power of the SuperSaiyaJin, that I was going for, and that probably would have won the fight for us. Not sure whether to keep charging or not, I suddenly noticed that everything had fallen silent. I stopped focusing my energy all together and opened my eyes. The old man had disappeared again, leaving us alone in the room.
      The battle was definitely taking its toll. We were all suffering from various levels of kicked-ass syndrome. We were much more reluctant to search for him this time, but were definitely feeling a sense of responsibility.
      My lucidity was beginning to fade right about this time, but I was still very much in non-lucid control of my actions.

      We filed, slowly, out of the second bedroom, passing the kitchen that was almost straight across from it. Jesse leaned into the kitchen and stepped inside. Obviously exhausted, he uttered something like “God, I Have to Eat Something,” as tiredly as if he was in a trance, and the only thing that could save him was food, even at a time like this. (Lol..that Jesse…always eating.) So he goes straight for the huge steak on the stove and begins to cut it. A bit disgusted, not to mention thinking this was Not the time for food, I said, “Man, what are you doing?! Don’t eat That!”
      The second I said this, the fuckin pantry door beside us slides open and inside the old man stands, covered from head to toe in a pantry full of…insect larvae. (Yeah..I know….wtf?! )The only thing we could see was his face, and the stone dead gaze of his whitish blue eyes that implied he might have been fighting us all while blind.

      He said “You have all fought well, but you will never escape my locusts!” And an endless flood of flying locusts streamed out of the pantry, covering the entire top floor of the tower in seconds, before we even had a chance to think. I was able to bust off a few more pyro blasts from my hands, even though I wasn’t lucid any more, while I staggered through the hallway away from the kitchen, but the blasts seemed to just dissolve in the thickening cloud of locusts with no effect.
      “Your powers are useless!” I could hear the old man’s voice through the swirling buzz around me. “My locusts feed off your energies! Your powers will drain, and soon you will feel your life force slipping from you!”

      He was right. Being no longer lucid, I could feel myself being suffocated by millions of locusts swarming around me, masses of them coating my body like mud. I could hear nothing from my friends and was finding it harder and harder to stand. One of my very few tastes of dream defeat, I finally collapsed to my knees amongst the relentless swarm, prolonging the inevitable by trying to stand again, but to no avail.
      I was so tired.
      So tired that I knew I couldn’t go on.
      So, there on the floor, still in a knelt position, refusing to go down any further, I closed my eyes, and welcomed the darkness.
      …..and then I woke up.

      Damnit……….this isn’t over…his ass is MINE.
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      This was my first lucid experience with mirrors. I've always been wanting to experiment with mirrors while dreaming, but I could never seem to find one or think of looking for one while dreaming. This night, I remember going into the bathroom and flipping the switch to turn on the light. Nothing happened. I knew instantly that I was dreaming, and I looked at the mirror in front of me. Even though the bathroom was dark, I still had enough light to see my own reflection. I put up one hand and touched it to the mirror. At first, I felt the normal waking world resistance, and then I thought I might be concentrating too hard. I couldn't push my hand through. So, simply letting go of Trying to push my hand through the mirror, I simply Did it. (There is no spoon. Hehe.) I simply welcomed the fact that this was my dream, and all I had to do was push my hand through, and it worked. Continuing through, I stepped through the mirror and into a dream scene change.
      Don't remember what dream followed, though.

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      11/22/2005
      "Interceptor"


      Well, I've been awake for about 14 hours now, so I can hardly remember a thing.

      I remember gaining lucidity about 2 or three times during the night. I don't think either of them had RC's, I simply Remembered to realize when I'm dreaming, and I did. At some point, I remember flying. I'd planned to get to the sun so I can complete the advanced lucid task, (which was to fly to the sun, break off a peice, and bring it back to Earth) and I was flying higher than I think I ever have. It was daytime, and there was a lot of huge white clouds set against a bright blue sky. I don't remember too much of the flight, but I remember being intercepted by someone before I was able to reach the atmosphere. I don't know who this guy was, but we started fighting in mid-air for some unknown reason. I remember him either kicking or punching me downward at a 45 degree angle that it sent me down toward the earth like a meteor. I was able to gain a pretty good amount of flight control, which is a good improvement for me, and I was able to skim my back a few inches above the ground and come to a smooth hover, looking up as the guy came down toward me. I don't remember too much of the fight near the ground, but I remember pulling off a move that I did in one of my recent nightmare-turn-lucid dreams. I grabbed him by the throat, jumped into the air with my other hand cocked back and spiked him down toward the ground with my fist like a volleyball. He wasn't able to right himself and slammed into the ground, making a crater in the earth that swallowed him beneath the settling rocks. I think I tried to make my way back up to the sun after that, but I don't remember anything else.

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      My Dad was in last night's dream. I remember being in the kitchen, and making myself a drink while he was talking to me. At one time, he asked me a trick question, something about what I thought of his being here, though I'm not sure he specified what he meant. I say it was a trick question because when I answered, he simply gave me a "the hell you talking about" look and then explained how he wasn't "Really" there. He was only in my head at the time. This upset me that he would ask such an obnoxious question, and I told him so, more or less. Finally, I went back and sat down with a drink in my hand and was watching TV. The new Harry Potter movie was on tv (even though I've never seen it. o.O!) and I started watching it for a little while. This dream was weird because I had elements from so many diffferent waking world things mixed in. At this point in time, the house was no longer mine. It had melted away seamlessly into the home of my dad's best friend in houston.

      At one point, Todd's dog came out of nowhere and stepped on my foot. One of his nails went into my sock and got stuck, then, to get it out, he started repeatedly biting and scratching my damn ankle until his foot got loose. Shortly after that it was day time outside. We were still at our friends' house and were outside in the culdisac (sp) riding on some kid's dirtbike. I rode down the street and was met by a military vehicle coming toward me. I spun around and raced back to the house, looking back to see more vehicles joining in. When I threw the bike down and ran back inside, I looked back again. Snipers were taking position on the rooftop across from us. I only had a few seconds to close the door and tell King (my dad's best friend) what was going on, when there was a short knock at the door and one of the military came inside. I forgot what the point of his visit was, but at one time he found a weed pipe and just looked at all of us for a moment. He told me and a shorter person (probably my cousin mario, because the house and neighboorhood had seemed to change again) to come outside and help him with something. As he went out, he was whispering to me about getting the hell out of here. I told him it wasn't a good idea because there was snipers on the opposite roof. He realized this then and we went back inside.

      After the visit from the military, King was left pretty shaken up, even though I still can't remember what they were talking about. A while later, as darkness was falling, I was riding with Todd on some back road, it was nothing but a clearing around us and high grasses. In the middle of conversation, I looked off to one side and saw King walking aimlessly through the grass away from us, a hopeless, defeated sort of gait to his walk. With one final step, he fell forward and disappeared. I screamed for Todd to stop the car and we both got out and ran over toward where I'd seen him fall. Sure enough there was a massive gorge behind the tall grasses, and it seems King had just committed suicide. The only thing I could think of was that I had to search for him to make sure he was alright.

      Lucidity hit me, momentarily, just as Todd was asking how I planned to get down there and search for him. I didn't have to do any reality checks, I simply began to realize I was dreaming. So I prepared for the long flight down into the gorge by pumping myself up with the phrase "I'm dreaming, I'm dreaming, I'm dreaming." I ran forward and dove off of the side of the gorge. However, instead of flying smoothly down into the gorge, I got No Air at all, dove forward, face planted on the inclined side of the gorge, and rolled and tumbled down about half way until I slid to a stop. (Yeah, that sucked. lol.) Todd came down behind me, walking, laughing, saying something like "Oh that was smooth" or something along those lines. lol. Anyway, I decided to just walk down the rest of the hill since my momentarily lucid attempt to fly did nothing more than hurt my pride. We looked around the bottom of the gorge and found no one and lucidity started to fade.

      We were at the far end of the gorge and it dead-ended into a large metal grate. Behind the grate was a jet black tunnel that was a good 15 feet high. I was looking into the tunnel, wondering if we would have to get through the bars to continue our search. Suddenly, there was a low rumble. Something was getting closer, coming through the darkness of the tunnel toward us.

      A brief rush of lucidity came over me again, as it usually does in dangerous situations, and I grabbed Todd's hand and jumped into the air, flying straight up as a flood of water came gushing out of the grate with a force that would have swallowed us both and swept us off down the length of the gorge. (Funny how, when becoming lucid, my first instinct was to escape and not to realize that the water was actually not a threat. I think the mind's will to Survive First, question later, was pretty prevalent here.)

      While flying up out of the gorge is when I noticed the sound of my alarm clock going off and woke up.
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      01/06/06
      "Dream Arena"


      I remember two dream scenarios. The first of which started off in my Lucid Dreaming Arena. It was a little different, as to be expected, but I could definitely tell where I was. I couldn’t tell if there was a group of my friends in the arena, just one friend, or just an opponent, but I remember that I wasn’t alone. Not only was I sparring/fighting against whoever was in the arena, but the arena itself was creating its own obstacles. I remember that the floor was a blackish color, instead of the white floor that I’d modeled, but I don’t think that makes much difference. The walls of the arena were shooting lasers, flames, and all kinds of wicked shit at us while we were fighting/sparring. I remember a long snake of fire that would string along the ground at high speeds, making us have to jump over it while still fighting with each other. I do remember being lucid for at least Some point in time, while in the arena. Though I don’t remember too much about lucidity except for a time where I tried to do an aerial over one of the trains of fire and I thought it was strange that I couldn’t land on my feet, even though I was lucid. I ended up landing halfway between kneeling and falling over. But oh, well. From what I remember, this dream was pretty cool while it lasted.

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      01/09/2005
      “Canterbury Kong”


      This dream started off back in my old neighborhood, Canterbury. My friend Melissa was there, even though she now lives in New York. Anyway, we were hanging out in my old neighborhood, though I can’t remember how long we were there, or who had started off with us in the dream. Next thing I remember, we were getting chased by something in the darkness. (it was night out) I don’t quite remember what these things were; wolves, demons, hell if I know, but I do know that there were a Lot of them. Mostly all we could see were shadows closing in on us after we’d started running. They were filling the streets behind us as if the darkness itself was flooding out into the roadways of the neighborhood, toward us.

      While scrambling through the driveways and yards trying to get through my neighborhood away from whatever was behind us, I started to realize I was dreaming (most chases usually get me lucid more than anything else) So, grabbing Melissa's wrist as she ran behind me, I ran straight toward the nearest house and jumped into the air. The jump was high enough to where my foot landed on the edge of the roof, and we started running on the top of the house. At the other edge, I jumped another great distance, a good 30ft, clearing the street beneath us and coming to land, still running, on the roof of the house across the road. We continued these exhilarating rooftop-to-rooftop long jumps, and I could see the end of the neighborhood up ahead. Turning my eyes to the rear, I looked down through the passing trees and could see countless four-legged bodies streaming through the streets behind us like black floodwaters through a small town. At the last house on the block, still clutching M’s hand, we dropped down to the ground, and ran toward the busy night-time streets before us. It would have taken too much time to stop and wait for traffic before crossing the streets and those Things were right behind us, gaining. So, taking a few long strides, I jumped into the air again, dragging her with me while clearing the packed, 4-laned road and landing on the other side.

      It was around this time that I woke up from the dream. It was only around 4:30am, and I had another hour and a half before I had to get up. So, I set in my mind to continue the last dream scenario from where I left off, noting that it’d been years since I tried to do this, but it was worth a shot. Drifting, I fell back asleep.

      When I began dreaming, M and I were still on the run. (It had worked…to a point.) Instead of being where we were before, in Florida, we were where she lives now. New York. I also noticed that we weren’t being chased by those four-legged things any more, and we stopped near an alley to collect ourselves for a moment. Though the ‘things’ were gone, I still had the distinct feeling we were being chased, I just couldn’t tell by what. My answer came in the form of a thunderous footstep, one that shook the very ground we were standing on. I remember poking my head around the corner to see what the hell that sound was...and who do I see? Who do I see standing what had to be a half-mile away, who was still so tall that I could see the top of his body over the few buildings between us? Yes. King Kong, himself. (I guess my subconscious is getting back at me for having not seen the movie, yet. Lol) So, this big bastard notices me noticing him and breaks into a full sprint after us. Yup. It was time to run again. I grabbed M and we started hauling ass. Now, for the first part of this second dream, I entered it non-lucid, but, again, the chasing began to make me look for ways to escape, and that desperation began to make me realize I was dreaming. I had low-level lucidity once more.

      There was a skyscraper nearby, and I was about ready to try this jumping thing again. I don’t quite remember too much of the trip to the top of the skyscraper, but I know it involved scaling the side of the building with M with a mixture of acrobatics, high-jumps, and all that good stuff, till we made it to the top. The top of the building was completely flat, with no detail, but the surrounding view was outstanding. Bright lights and nightfall as far as I could see. Unfortunately, I had absolutely no plan for what to do once we got up there. Before I knew it, a giant hand arcs over the side of the building and wraps around Mel, pulling her out of my grasp.

      I turned around, staring directly into the eyes of this giant ape as his head ascends to the level of the rooftop, giving a roar that almost knocked me off of the building, while holding Mel up over his head. My lucidity was flickering with the situation, each intense little event making me forget that I’m dreaming an simply search for a way to survive. But as he was about to make his way back down the building with Melissa in his grasp (Heh. Guess she’s all he was after. Lol) I remembered, holy shit, I’m dreaming! I devised a plan on how to take down such a massive beast, and it came within seconds, my love for anime paying off once again, in the clutch. I planted my feet and drew up energy, cocking my arms back down by my side. Mimicking Goku from DBZ, I said “Kame..Hame…Ha!” and fired a humongous blast of light blue energy out of my palms, nailing this big fucker right dead in his left eye! (mwuahahaha!!) With the shock, he drops M out of the air and I catch her, losing sight of the ape as he loses his grip on the side of the building and falls down to the streets below. Around this time, my lucidity was waking me up, I was wondering about what time it was, and whether or not I was going to be late for work, and I faded out of the dream just as I was hearing the loud crash from the multi-ton ape hitting the concrete below.
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      Last night’s recall is very fragmented. I feel like I was dreaming quite vividly for a long period of time, but I just can’t remember most of what went on. I remember that most of my surroundings were pretty normal. It seems that most of my dream(s) were spent just hanging out with people, friends and strangers, but having a good time. I remember that some girl had a pet snake, a bright yellow one, and that, even though I’m pretty good with snakes, something about this snake made me apprehensive to touching it.
      Now, I’m not sure what it was that triggered lucidity, how long I was lucid, or even some of the things I did while lucid, but I do remember realizing that I was dreaming at some point in time. I declared, out loud, that I was lucid dreaming, and someone around was like “Yeah, me too!” in a mocking sort of way, getting a little laughter from the people around. I was like “Yeah? Can you do this?”
      I tried to levitate. Unfortunately, I couldn’t at first, and only gave a slight hop, and my feet met the ground again. More laughter, of course. The other guy said “Sure!” and he did the same thing, hopping up and down just like I did. Ok, that was kind of embarrassing. Lol. So I tried it again. I jumped higher and was actually able to float slowly down toward the ground. I remember getting this more of an amazed reaction from people around me, but most of the dream is lost.
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      01/16/2006
      "Dream View of a Vampire / Lucid Landscape Exploration"


      I was in a run-down town at night, with no clue how I got there. Looking around me, I was in some sort of attic that seemed to be candlelit, if I remember correctly. After a while, I’d made myself out of the attic, where I suppose I’d been hiding before, and quietly crept through an unfamiliar house. Finally, when I was discovered, I was met with fear and hatred. The people screamed when they saw me, throwing things at me while running away. After a while, there were enough people that had come to aid those who were, I guess, the owners of the old, broken-down house I was in. They were finally able to force me outside. From there, it was only getting worse, there was a sort of mob that was violently trying to force me out of the slums of their city.

      I was a vampire, in this dream, and it took me a little while to figure it out.

      This is interesting because I’ve never been anything other than human in a dream, before.
      Anyway, the villagers were throwing stones and farm tools and whatever they could at me to get me to leave. Shortly, something was calling me away. There was a presence in my head that was pulling me to leave the town and head off in one direction. Without thinking much about trying to fly before I did it, I just jumped in the air to escape the angry mob and flew off toward what seemed like a telepathic call, glancing back once to see the torch-lit mob fading away beneath me.

      I was heading toward a castle that was high over-looking the town that I’d just fled. At this time, I can’t remember whether the castle was on a hill, or was actually hovering in the sky on enormous rock, but I do know that the castle was large enough for me to feel like a tiny speck against it’s broad face. Soon, I was landing upon the numerous front steps, making my way inside.
      Most of what went on inside is a blur, but it turns out that this was the haven for the vampires of the realm. This one, massive, building functioned as an entire community, within. For the most part, the vampires remained within the walls of the castle, but were known and feared in the villages around them.




      After a while, I think I was hovering around the rooftop balconies of the castle during the night, I’d begun to suspect that everything going on just wasn’t natural, and I reminded myself that I’d recently planned to ask myself, when something appears strange, what I was doing a little while before, and I came to remember that I’d went to bed not long ago.

      I instantly knew that I was dreaming, which explained the weird things that have happened. I also remember that the next few times I got lucid, I’d planned to walk around my dream world for a while, and simply observe it, and learn a little bit more about what I experience before I go off on too many more adventures.

      I wanted to change the scenario from night to day, so I could have a better look around. For some reason, while trying to do this with my eyes open, I couldn’t get the night to fade. I closed me eyes, willed the night to disappear, and opened them. It was suddenly Day time, then. I was standing on what seemed to be a sort of desert plain, a mixture of sand and tall grasses around me. I remember the impression of a lake close by, and there were odd rock formations in the, not to distant, distance. I remember flying for a little while. Not really too far, just hovering around the same area, still lucid, trying a bunch of different maneuvers.

      After a while, I landed again, and found a bunch of mole hills on the plain. Shortly after, I saw the mole, itself, and tried to catch it. (This isn’t too odd, as we recently found a mole outside our house that has been digging up our yard.) After I finally caught the mole, I began walking around with it in my hands, examining it and how real it felt, though it looked like a mixture between animation and real life, I noticed. I think this is because I’ve never seen a real mole before, yet, so I guess the only thing my imagination had to go off of was T.V. renditions.

      Anyway…So I’m walking around, carrying this mole that is somewhat squirming to get out of my grasp. I happen to take my eyes off of this thing for just a moment, taking another look around, I think, and when I looked back down, the damn mole had turned into a porcupine! Shocked, I tried to put the thing down as quickly, and calmly, as I could, but by this time it was already pissed off and had jabbed me with a few of it’s quills. I dropped the porcupine and backed away from it, pulling the quills that had stuck me out of my arm. The porcupine wasn’t done though, it seemed, and started following me. Freaked out by this spikey little bitch following me around, I turned to dash away from it and tripped, falling to the ground with a few of the quills still in my arm.

      What’s worse is that, when I fell, the tiny stones that littered the sands around me seemed to have instantaneously turned into large, discarded, porcupine quills. Before I knew it, they were all over me because I’d fallen in the dirt and I was writhing to pull them out, beginning to panic and lose lucidity at the same time. I do remember, as I was being overcome by these things, that there was never any true Pain, more like a mental annoyance, like how it might feel if we never felt pain in the nerves of our injured body parts, but only that uncomfortable mental awareness of an injury that we feel beneath the surface.


      Thankfully, I woke up shortly after this.
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      01/27/2005
      “On the Catwalk, Yeah.”


      There was a massive enemy base that seemed to be deep in a cavern, somewhere. Some sort of spy operation went wrong and my team was found out. I remember steel catwalks and railings all over, and once we were found out, we were being chased by guys with guns, swords, and some fanged beasts that they obviously controlled. I don’t remember much of the dream at all, but I do remember sliding into a darkened spot between two large crates or pipe grids or something.

      The rest of my team had continued down the catwalk away from the people chasing us, and I’d planned to wait in the shadows till they passed, and ambush them. Something happened, though, and I was found in this spot before I could get the jump on anyone. I slid out from between the pipes and started to fight the first couple of guys that came toward me, all while trying to make my way down the length of the catwalk also. I remember that the fighting was very fast. I was fighting the first guy swords-to-swords ( I think we both had two) and the enemies that were coming to back him up were shooting in my direction as well, so I was having to move so fast that I could block not only both swords from the guy directly in front of me, but I was also deflecting some of the bullets that were streaming in from my opponent’s back up with my blades. (Now that I think of it, it reminded me of Cloud fighting Yazoo and Loz in the forest on FFVII. Matter of fact, he kinda reminded me of Loz, except he had a pair of black goggles pulled up on his forehead.

      I don’t really remember how I got passed him, but pretty soon I was on the run again. As I was running the length of this catwalk that was suspended over water within this cave (think of the Cavern stage on GoldenEye for the N64), narrowly missed by the bullets that were coming at me from behind, I had a brief moment of lucidity. While running, it simply hit me that this was a dream. I didn’t question it, I just knew it.

      This was very short lived, though, because as I turned around to make a lucid stand against my pursuers, these beasts, whatever they were, were rushing in toward me in a pack of about three. I don’t even remember what they looked like, exactly, but now that I remember how much the action was reminding me of Advent Children, I think they resembled the Shadow Creepers that Yazoo and Loz were summoning in the movie. Surprised at their rush toward me as soon as I turned around, I panicked and braced for a clash with them, losing my lucidity just as fast as it had come on and going to war with this pack of creatures. I don’t even remember the fight with them, but I do recall getting overwhelmed, and noticing that the men that controlled the beasts were closing in also.

      With the rest of my team way too far ahead to be of any help, and these beasts too fast to outrun, I broke free of their group attack, ran to the nearest railing of the catwalk and dove off, head first, into the water below to make my escape. I didn’t get very far before I woke up.


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      02/05/2006
      "Waiting Room"


      Well, I remember being lucid in this dream, and I remember that I held the lucidity for what seems like one of the longest times ever, but I went to sleep drunk and hardly remember everything that happened. Heh.

      I was on an elevator, and I think I hit lucidity while I was inside it. There was something in my coat pocket that had gotten me lucid, something like a DreamViews button. (Or is that a Crossroads button? I forget.) Anyway, I would keep sticking my hand in my coat and rubbing the button with my hand to keep reminding myself that I was dreaming.

      I remember taking the time to notice how realistic everything felt. When the elevator doors open I stepped out into a typical office setting and walked over to a desk with one hand still rubbing on the button inside my coat to keep the dream from fading. It seemed that I was in some place that was conducting PK experiments. Interested in what this experience would be like while lucid, I signed myself in.

      Taking a seat in the (empty) waiting room, I picked up a magazine and started reading it. I've never actually made it a point to do the reading reality check, before, and it didn't even occur to me that I was able to read about two entire paragraphs with no problem whatsoever, until I was about to start on the next one. I stopped and was like "Wait a minute. Isn't reading supposed to be all hard to do while dreaming? I thought the letters were supposed to be all messed up and change around and shit." Its obvious that I don't have too much trouble reading in my dreams, (I never have,) however, when I started back over from the 1st paragraph just to double check, the entire text changed, and the magazine was suddenly about a completely different subject! lol. It still wasn't any harder to read, though.

      Don't remember too much after this, either, but I distinctly remember having had the sensation of being lucid for about 45 minutes - 1hr. I'm also positive there were other dream scenarios that I had last night, but I don't remember any of them.
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      02/07/2006
      “You’re dreaming, son.”


      Very long and vivid Calea dreams last night. However, I can only remember pieces of them. I’d waken up at regular time, a bit surprised at how potent the dreams were, but as I’d laid there and tried to recall everything that happened, I ended up falling back asleep. Having awaken again, almost late for work, I’d lost damn near every bit of the dreams that I’d recalled before dozing off again.

      In one dream, I did gain lucidity. I was in Daytona with my family, (possibly my Aunt K’s house) and there was a party going on. A lot of my family members were there, and there was, at first, nothing out of the ordinary. But, when I turned the corner to step into the living room, my eyes skimmed over everyone that was sitting on the couches, and I did a double take.

      My Dad was sitting on one of the couches.

      I noticed him, and stared suspiciously at him as I was walking by him, without breaking stride. The moment I looked at him, he looked at me and said nothing, but we kept our eyes locked until I crossed the living room and over to the dining room table (which was on the opposite side of the living room from the dining room in my aunt’s house, and actually seemed to morph This side of my aunt’s living room into the dining room at my Grandmother’s house.)
      When I got to the dining room table, I simply stopped and gazed at my dad for a moment longer, and he back at me. I could tell that our expressions were mirroring each other; stern, straight faces. Analytical stares. I was suspicious of him, and he was silently telling me that I Should be.

      It didn’t take me forever to realize it, and I turned to the table and picked up a post-it note and pen. On it, I wrote. “I’m Dreaming,” and, for some reason, started to write on it as if it was my journal, stating how I realized that my Dad was a dream sign. (I’m not sure why it was that I felt compelled to do this, but I did.) I folded the paper up and put it in my pocket. My dad had walked up to me, by then, and we started talking about something. Unfortunately, whatever it was we were talking about is a part of the dream that I lost. Lucidity faded shortly after that and the dream ended.
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      02/13/2006
      "Stuck like Chuck."


      Didn’t sleep very well (or much) last night, so my recall is shit, but I do remember a few key points of last night’s dream. (I can only recall one dream)
      This was in someone’s two-story house, though I can’t recall who’s it was. The girl involved in the dream was someone that I know, and am really close to, but still don’t recall who it was. Anyway, for some reason, I was staying the night at her house (which was also the house of her Sig-Other) and was sleeping downstairs. Sometime through the night, she came downstairs as I was laying on the couch and she crawled over on top of me. We’d curled up watching tv for a moment and ended up making out. (Damn I wish I could remember who it was. Think it was M, but I’m not sure.)
      Well anyway, her spouse never did end up coming downstairs, so things were getting pretty hot, but, finally, she decided to put things to a stop before it got a little too far out of hand. I had no complaints because this was understandable, (sucked, though. Haha.) and we put back on the few clothes that we’d shed.

      Now, sometime after this, I started questioning what was going on. Before I’d gone to sleep last night, I’d been pretty serious about noticing when I was dreaming, and not letting an opportunity for lucidity slip by me. I don’t know why, but it was f’kin difficult as hell to find lucidity in this dream. I got up from the couch we were on and, I think, went into the kitchen. It was Really dark in the house, and I think I tried the light switch and it didn’t work. Even that didn’t tip me off, though. (I’d recently flipped a light switch at home while awake, did a reality check, and found out I wasn’t dreaming. The light was blown. Lol. This might have had something to do with not realizing I was dreaming yet.)

      On the way back from the kitchen, I passed a large, full-body mirror that was over by the fireplace. I’d stopped for a moment and looked at it, completely unfamiliar with this mirror, and realizing that no one I knew had a mirror like this.

      I was beginning to get the feeling that this Had to be a dream. Still everything was just So Vivid (the Calea) that I just could not tell if what I was seeing was real or not. So, I tried a few more reality checks. First I put my hands up and tried to push the fingers of one hand through the other palm. Nothing. I tried a few more times and it just wouldn’t budge. Then, I looked over at the mirror again. The reflection just stared back at me, completely normal. I stepped up a little closer to the mirror and put one hand out. Leaning forward, I felt the cold glass as if it was 100% authentic. I pushed forward a little more, trying to stick my arm through the mirror. It resisted as a real mirror would. I tried again with a little more confidence that I could walk straight through the mirror if this was a dream. I was actually able to sink my arm up to about the elbow, this time, into the surface of the mirror, but then it seemed to get stuck. Still, I confirmed that I was dreaming.

      Annoyed, I pulled my arm out of the mirror and glared at it. The girl, whoever she was, was looking at me from the couch, obviously wondering what I was doing. By this time, I was convinced I was dreaming, and frustrated with the failing reality checks and mirror test. So finally, I just said “fuck it,” and looked straight up at the ceiling. Determined to make Something out of this lucid dream, I planned to phase out (ala the matrix twins. Thanks for the idea, Placebo! ) fly straight up through the ceiling and into the night sky above, and continue my experience from there.

      I bent my legs and imagined myself going through the ceiling and through the roof. But, when I actually jumped up, I remembered that this was a two-story house and got myself caught in the split-second concept of having to go through the second floor as well. I think this was the kiss of death, though, because I ended up getting stuck IN the ceiling/second floor woodwork. I’ve had this feeling once before, and I liked it even less, this time. If you can imagine what it feels like to teleport from one place and end up inside of a wall, that’s what being stuck in a floor feels like. It sucks.

      Anyway, I tried as hard as I could, but just couldn’t pull myself up out of the ceiling/floor. I even tried to visualize the sky outside, and was only left with a split-vision perception of both the brown, grainy woodwork of the house, and a high-altitude view of the city I was in.

      It was in trying to bring the mid-air vision completely into focus, that I woke up.
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      03/10/2006

      Being on a bus, I randomly remembered to remind myself I was dreaming. The realization just came to me and I tried to confirm it by stopping the bus that was traveling down the highway beside us with my mind. I struggled with this one for a while and I was only able to bring about a slight difference in speed. But, nonetheless, I knew I was dreaming. Don’t remember much other than this tiny scene though.

      It came after waking up at about 4 and going back to sleep after having a little Calea. Unfortunately, I’d talked myself into having a little bit of Mary also because I was worried about not being able to get back to sleep. (I usually don’t fall back asleep after getting up around 4-5ish. I ended up drifting back off, but of course I don’t remember much.

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      03/20/2006
      "Bay Area Brawl."


      My earliest memory of this dream was of fighting someone one a city rooftop. I’m not sure what exactly was going on while it was happening, but I do remember being knocked over the edge of the roof, and hanging on to a large stone cylinder while my legs dangled over the busy streets below. I only had about a moment of lucidity, that I can remember. While dangling from the building, I looked down at the street, aware that, if I fell, I wouldn’t be hurt, because this was only a dream.

      I don’t remember whether or not I stayed lucid after this, (so I won't make that assumption) BUT after dropping from the multi-story building and making a soft, kneeling crouch of a landing on the sidewalk, the rest of the dream had these sort of metaphysical properties.

      The guy I was fighting, who seemed to give off the vibe of having these powers from the beginning, had thought he’d killed me after dropping me from the building, and I ended up using the advantage to roam the rooftops for a long while after he left so that I could stakeout this guy and his habits from above, often jumping great distances between the tallest buildings of the city to stay on the highest rooftops. There was a slum area across a moonlit bay where I had allies, and I remember flying over that way for a while, though I don’t remember much of what happened there.

      After some time, I’d gone back into the city, still having the element of surprise in that this guy had already thought he’d killed me. Flying for hundreds of yards at a time between rooftops, I spotted him down on the streets, walking along amongst the scattered throngs of “normal people.” I dropped out of the sky around the corner of the building he was walking next to and ducked into the nearest doorway, Knowing that this guy would turn the corner and come right passed me.

      He did just as I figured he would and ended up passing right beside me. I jumped out of the shadows and grabbed him by the shoulders from behind. I remember his surprised when I spun around and he saw me, the guy he’d thought he’d killed, and I remember having beat the crap out of him all superpower-like, though I don’t recall actually doing it.

      Shortly after, his allies were on the hunt for me. This led to a huge chase that found its way back up on the city rooftops. I was on the defensive because there was just too many of them and ended up flying off to (what I presume was) the west, over a smaller section of the bay. It was less than a mile from the city to a tiny, wooded island out in the water, but it had gone from night to day in this short time it took for me to land there. These guys that were chasing me followed me to the island and had me hiding among the trees, using guerilla tactics to jump out and ambush however many of them I could from whatever areas I was hiding. After having cleared the area of as many of the enemies as I could, I waited until I was sure I could make an undetected getaway and launched back into the air, back toward the city.

      Again, even though the city was close enough to see from the island, only about a half mile away, by the time I landed on one of the high rooftops, it had instantly turned nighttime again.

      This is about all I remember, though.
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      04/09/2006
      "Backyard Battle"


      I can tell there was much more that went on in this dream(s) than I can remember. The only two things that stand out were 1) looking for something in the woods while someone was chasing me and 2) gaining lucidity while at a party at a friend's house that was being busted up by some shit-starters.
      It wasn't until starting to argue with a bunch of them in the back yard that my lucidity began flickering in and out. A crowd was gathering as I was getting harassed by a group of like 4-5 guys, though I can't remember the reason why. I think it was the feeling of impending danger that brought about the low level lucidity.

      When the fight broke out I had full control over my movement and actions, criss-crossing back and forth in the middle of the circle to stun each of them systematically with light blows, weaving randomly from enemy to enemy so they couldn't quite gauage where I was going next. (A la Jackie Chan. By the way, I'd fallen asleep with Matrix: Reloaded playing, could this dream have been brought on by the Neo vs Smiths fight? Hmm.)

      Anyway, I had gotten a good one or two hits on each of them in a matter of seconds before beginning to have to weave my body away from their own attacks. This was that strange, unstable lucidity that comes and goes in stressful/nonstressful situations. In other words, the realization that I was dreaming krept into my head as I was amped up to fight and I was able to consciously direct myself into moves and acrobatics that I could never do in waking life. Straight-up awesome fight.
      However, when the fight was over and things returned to normal, my lucidity just faded away with the coming sound of the, collectively drunk-as-fuck crowd cheering at how badass a fight that was.
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      04/24/2006
      "N's Place and Dark Cierra"


      So I don’t exactly remember how this dream began, but sooner or later, I was hanging out with this really cool, older but still pretty attractive, Australian woman, N, that sits in front of me at work. I’d forgotten what the setting was, at first. I think all of us at the office were out getting drunk or something, but I can’t be sure.

      Anyway, this lady and I have gotten a pretty good vibe over the last about 9 months that I’ve been here at this job. She’s into consciousness and lucid dreaming as well, and we’ve been talking about that kind of stuff forever, now. (which may be a huge part of why this becomes a lucid dream) So, back in the dream, she invites me to her apartment to hang out. (I think she has a house in reality, but in the dream it was an apartment.) I noticed there was something strange about this whole occurrence, but I hadn’t figured it out yet. I was a little more aware of my surroundings, though, because something didn’t feel right.

      I parked in front of a long brown fence with a few missing boards in it, and took a look around. It was while glancing around the complex that I happened to look up, and see a bird flying into view from behind one of the buildings. This was normal…until I noticed it was being chased by a flying shark! lol.
      I instantly realized I was dreaming and didn’t want to get myself Too excited. I couldn’t help but grin, though. I’d remembered that I wanted to spend a little more of my lucid dream time just exploring the details of different things and places, and stood in one place for a moment, just looking around and marveling at the dream world itself.

      I looked back toward the fence I was parked in front of, and I could see pieces of a little, light-colored house behind it. Walking toward the fence, I began to peer through the hole in the boarding at this house. For some reason, as I did this, my peripheral vision began slowly growing darker. The atmosphere as I was looking at this house through the fence was becoming more evil. Shadows were creeping in all around this house and my vision was zooming in and distorting like that cinematic type of shot that pulls the camera in tightly on a person or object while the surroundings grow farther away. It was starting to freak me out and I could tell that any more attention to this house would have deteriorated my lucid dream into a horror scenario.

      I turned away from the fence and my vision zoomed back out to normal. The darkness went away and it was day time again. I’d remembered that I’d come to hang out with N. For some reason, I knew her apartment was on the third floor, and I figured, since I’m lucid, why not just fly up there instead of using the stairs? I looked up at the balcony I knew to be hers and lifted up off of the ground.

      I had to keep myself steady while hovering because I’m so used to flying fast in dreams instead of slow, and kept thinking about over-shooting the balcony and the roof all together. Haha. I did fine and landed on her balcony though and just walked in through the sliding glass door. The apartment was pretty big inside and I didn’t see anyone home at first. I roamed the halls a little bit looking for her, and heard running water coming from the bathroom. The shower was on.

      Still knowing I was dreaming, I wasn’t too concerned about privacy, exactly, and I walked over to the bathroom door, which was open. However when I got to the bathroom, though the shower was on, and the shower curtain closed, there was, what looked like, blood all over white tile floor.
      “Great,” I thought to myself. “Here goes my subconscious trying to scare the Hell out of me again.”

      I crept slowly into the bathroom, staring cautiously at the bloody floor and closed blue shower curtain, nervously anticipating what kind of startling surprise I would receive on the other side. I ripped back the shower curtain and found….nothing. The shower was running, but there was no one in there.
      Both relieved and even more nervous, I turned around and walked out of the bathroom, and down the hall toward one of the bedrooms. The second I turned the corner, N leans out from behind a wall and says something like “HA!! GOTCHA, MATE!!” and almost gives me a f’ckin heart attack. Lol.

      We ended up hanging out for a while, and since I knew it was a Dream Character, and not the real N….[Edited for Content. Hahaha]


      Sooner or later, this turned into an action dream, and I had lost lucidity. Next thing I remember, there was some sort of explosion or something at the apartment complex. It had to do with terrorism or something, and we had to clear out of the building as fast as possible. My daughter was instantly with us as we jumped in the car and sped away from this complex being over-run by jihadists. (Funny how dreams just change so randomly like that.) We’re getting chased in my Olds by some militants in a large truck, having a hard time getting away because the ground was suddenly rocky, desert plains-like terrain instead of asphalt. At some point, we were forced to leave my car and were running through the plains away from these guys.
      After a short while, I looked back as I was running, and N, my daughter, and all of the jihadists were gone. I was standing alone by some huge power station in the middle of nowhere. It hit me once again that I was dreaming. That’s why everyone had simply vanished. After realizing this again, I wanted to change the scene to something else. I started think of my lucid dreaming arena so I can teleport there, but made the mistake of closing my eyes to will myself there, rather than using the spinning technique, and paid for it.

      Next thing I knew I was back in my bed, laying on my side and facing the wall, and had obviously woken up. I felt a tap on my back and my daughter was trying to get my attention, saying that she couldn’t sleep and wanted to lay with me. I said ok and let her crawl into the bed, and I put my head back down. The very next moment, she was gone again, and I was feeling around the bed for her. I realized again that I was dreaming. Cierra wasn’t still here, because I’d taken her home, yesterday! It was a false awakening. I was still in my bed, though, and everything felt very real. I wanted to make sure I was dreaming, and so I started to slowly fly up from the bed until I was hovering a few feet from the ceiling. Then, out of nowhere, Cierra calls me again and completely breaks my concentration and I fall back down on the bed. She says the exact same thing she said before, and this time, as I look at her, there is a dark, foreboding shadow fallen over her face. I remember getting really annoyed. (When she was over this weekend, she was doing anything she could to keep from going to sleep and had gotten my pretty upset a few times because she kept trying to be slick) I kept trying to dismiss her in the dream (I’m not sure if it was because I knew I was dreaming, or just because I didn’t feel like dealing with it.) But she just stared at me from behind the shadow and repeating in a creepy monotone voice about how she couldn’t sleep and wanted to lay with me.

      I said something like “go back to your room” and she just kept repeating herself. So, fed up, I got up out of bed and picked her up by her armpits and marched her back to the room. But, as I was doing this, the hallway between her room and mine grow progressively darker as we went through it, the walls and ceiling taking on a deep black/red hue the further we traveled down it. This was followed by Cierra, who’s face was still covered in a black shadow, began laughing maniacally, in my face while I carried her toward her room, the laugh growing deeper and more sinister as the atmosphere grew more and more hellish.

      Again, I didn’t like where this was going at all, and I’d had about enough, so I told myself to wake up, and finally did.
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      04/26/2005

      DAMNIT. I completely lost a wicked lucid dream last night.

      I remember being in front of a mirror with a girl in the room like in my “Stuck like Chuck” journal entry, and that familiar scene brought me to a low level of lucidity. I looked at the mirror and was just going to walk through it, but something held me back, and I just put my hand out and sunk it into the mirror enough to know I was dreaming. The DC girl that was with me was actually happy for my achieving lucidity, as opposed to the LD that started off like this, where she just sort of faded into the background. And this time, having remembered getting stuck in the ceiling/floor in my last version of this dream, I flew straight up through the roof and out of the house with no problems.

      What followed was a Loooooong lucid. The kind of dream that when you fade momentarily out of lucidity because of something going on, you’re instantly able to remind yourself, with ease and no cues, that “Oh yeah, I’m still dreaming,” and continue on from there with no problems. DAMNIT I wish I could remember what was going on.

      I remember some sort of harbor area at night. There was gangsta shit going on, but I can’t remember what it was because I had to jump out of bed this morning. Spent like 15 mins in the shower just thinking to myself “WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED IN THAT DREAM LAST NIGHT?!?!” lol

      ….but damn…nothing more than what I got now.

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      05/10/2006
      "Supernat"


      This dream had something to do with ghosts and/or demons. Most of it took place in somebody's house that was, I think, supposed to be mine. Other times we (don't remember who all "we" is, but I know Cierra was there) were out on the street, at night, driving around the town as this scenario was playing out. Can't remember what the hell was going on, though. When we were driving, there was a huge, dusk-lit church off to the side, as we made a left hand turn at a T-section, that stands out in my memory. I'd suppose it was relevant to the dream, though, because back at the house, we were dealing with all kinds of weird shit. I'm not sure what all happened, but I'm 96% sure the house was haunted. (or something. )

      I think Cierra was actually posessed by something, at one time, and that I was fighting off demons with two large handguns, Devil May Cry style.
      (Edit: I actually think some of the dream / demon fighting went on inside the church also)

      Hmm...I also remember sex with some chick in a bed in a back room, at the house...but I think this was before all the weird shit starting happening. Hell, I dunno.

      Also, at some point in time, as I was coming back in through the front door, after having a gunfight against the demons in the front yard, I think, I did become lucid for a few seconds. I just sort of came to the realization that all this weird shit was going on because this was a dream. Simple as that.

      But it only lasted for a few seconds, because I think that's when I saw Cierra, posessed...I think she had blood running down her face and white eyes, but I'm not sure. I remember using at least one "mind-over matter" lucid dream power when I was trying to get the demon out of my daughter, but have no idea what it was, or how I won the fight.
      http://i.imgur.com/Ke7qCcF.jpg
      (Or see the very best of my journal entries @ dreamwalkerchronicles.blogspot)

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      05/15/2006
      “First Lucid Task Completed!”


      Hell yeah. Of the very few things I remember from last night’s dreams, one of them happened to be completing the lucid task of the month.

      As of right now, I don’t even remember much of what I was doing before I realized I was dreaming. I had been walking down the street at night with someone, though I don’t remember who. We’d come to what I think was an intersection, and I had noticed that a building off to my far right side had caught my attention. I think I had recognized it as the large church that was in my "Supernat" dream a few nights ago. (After I awoke from that dream, I had wished I would have used that building as a dream sign, the first time, because I’d been concentrating on completing the task for a while, now.)

      Whatever the reason, I suddenly realized I was dreaming while I was still walking down the street having conversation with whoever was walking next to me. Without taking another step, I remembered the lucid task and instantly turned around, pushing off with my feet and launching myself toward the building. Flying toward it, I pulled back one arm and punched out at the base of the building, my fist and body tearing through the concrete of the wall, crashing through the center and then breaking through the opposite wall and ending up outside again. I turned around and saw the church crumbling down upon itself, as this part of the dream suddenly faded away as quickly as it had began and melted into something else.

      I remember much less about this other dream, but I do know that my dad was in it. I can’t remember what all was going on, but I do know that I was really enjoying being with him, and I don’t think I was lucid through any part of this dream. If I’m not mistaken, I was a little kid again, and we were sitting around watching tv with mom and just having a good time, but nothing really stood out as far as significance.
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      (Or see the very best of my journal entries @ dreamwalkerchronicles.blogspot)

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