High Hunter's Wild Dreamworld

Well here we go...I finally decided to post a dream journal on here. I read other people's journals and found them strangely entertaining. Hopefully my crazy dreams will entertain others as well! Enjoy at your own risk. ;)



Saturday, January 3rd, 2009.

A Surprising Climb

It sure is a beautiful, sunny day to be driving around in the mountains of California. My buddy Andy seems worried that the reason why he is driving me all the way out here is because I want to be dropped off alone, with no gear, and survive for a few days on my own. The deeper we get into the mountains, the more worried I get as well. By the time he drops me off, I really wish I had brought at least a hammock, or a tent. It's too late to go back now though, so off I go into the wooded mountains.

With no particular plan, or direction to head to, I simply start walking. The feeling of loneliness grows stronger, until I turn a corner and find a dozen of tourists relaxing in long chairs on a dock by the side of the river. I am amazed to find people, and as comforting as it is to find them, I quickly want to get away from them. I therefore walk past them without paying much attention and head towards the rock cliffs on the other side. I start to rock climb my way up, but by the time I get about 20 feet high, I realize I have about 300 more feet to get up, which is kind of suicide. I then get down and start running until I find a hiking trail that leads up the rocky peak.

On my way up, a beautiful young woman with blonde hair joins me on my ascending quest. We make some small talk and already we seem to have bonded to the point of holding each other's hands. She gives me a very sweet and sincere smile, and I run the other direction to go back on my own. I then meet a young man I knew a few years back, which follows me on my way up the mountain. I am not sure why he is following me, and it kind of bothers me. All of a sudden, we find ourselves atop the peak, only to find a bunch of jets about to take off the runway. I try to snap some pictures of them but a stupid security guard gets in the way and my camera breaks down. I then wake up...

Tuesday, January 6th, 2009.

A Pointless Trip

I am hanging out with my good buddy Zach when this gorgeous girl we know named Krista picks us up in her brand new white, convertible BMW M3 Series. We drive around town and I am really enjoying the wind blasting in my hair and face. We end up driving quite a few miles away to this beach city called Del Mar (It's what we say it is, although it seems different to me). The architecture there is old and spanish like, with red bricks on every building almost. We start walking around and I seem to be alone with Krista at this point. She seems to be giving me a lot of attention, which is kindda nice of course. We walk into a door and come to this place, which I realize is the outside mall (A mall with no roof, although stores do). We then walk into a room, which seems to be some sort of appartment or hotel room. Other people are there, including Zach. I then realize that I don't want to be in this town, and that I want to go back home. I then head out to find a ride back home. Krista seems to feel bad for me, so she comes out running after me and hands me a bunch of quarters, I'm not sure why. She then ends up walking around with me some more around town.

We then come back to the room, where more people seem to have arrived. My uncle Tom and aunt Claude are there (They are not a couple; Tom is on my step dad's side, Claude my mom's sister). I start thinking that maybe Tom likes Claude, because she looks similar to his girlfriend. My aunt has a baby in her arms though, and looks beautiful when she's holding it. We then bust out some laptops and all go in a chat room where we talk. Krista and I are talking together and Zach starts getting jealous, so I kind of drop it. I then wake up...

Monday, January 12th, 2009.

Seaside Festival

Yet another beautiful day to be spent having fun with friends. Myriads of people are celebrating who knows what, but it sure is a good time. With the ocean next to them, they consume alcoholic beverages and laugh out loud as if every ounce takes away the pain. I chose not to drink today, which is a good decision, considering I have to take care of my drunk friend Art. I first found him under a white tent, where tables were arranged so that people could regroup after walking around the festival. He was obviously slurring his speech, yet the ladies he was seducing did not seem to mind at all. I find listening to his ways very amusing, and I cannot help but join the band for more laughter. When I peek over their shoulders, all I can see is the blue from the ocean and the sky, and the white of the many tents, tables, and boats that are around. A sense of well being and relaxation takes over my entire body as I inhale deeply and gaze into the distance.

Suddenly, Art decides to get up and heads towards the bar/store. I quickly stand and accompany him on his quest, for his state could prove dangerous to himself and others. Sure enough, he needs help walking but we finally make it to the destination. I then wake up…

Tuesday, January 13th, 2009.

Futuristic Tower

Am I planning some sort of operation? I scan the dark corridors of the restroom area as if I am about to make this place my escape route. There are small stairways leading up to what it seems to be a public food court, or perhaps some sort of mall, or campus. I decide to go up and explore what lies beyond. To my surprise, there are hundreds of people hanging around in groups, socializing and eating. Again, the place reminds me of an outside mall, with a mix of a campus. The environment seems a bit futuristic, you could even say. As I start walking around, it does not take long before an old friend of mine find me and quickly come talk to me. His name is Drew, a bulky, imposing man who is very eager to bring me to the rest of our friends.

He drags me all the way outside the perimeters, where a few friends of ours are waiting. Krista is there; a beautiful young woman with light brown hair and piercing green eyes. To name a few others, Zach, Robbie, and Chris are also present. After talking a bit with my acquaintances, I begin to scan my surroundings. We seem to be standing right outside the building we were previously in, which is to my right, and is in fact partly into the ocean. There is a small, moon shaped beach to my left. Directly across the body of water stands a tall, white tower. The futuristic aspect is strong in its architecture; the stand is a long arching pillar, and the top somewhat resembles a UFO, with its disk-like shape and it’s more than modern features.

Suddenly, it appears that the reason why I was brought out here is because we are going to swim to that peculiar structure! I am very excited for this adventure. However, as I remove my shoes and socks, I cannot seem to be able to enter the water. My friends find this amusing and tell me that it is too bad that I won’t be able to join them. I then wake up…

hunter i love your dreams!

that first one is so pureeee, and simple... i wish there were more people like you around=)

Likewise linxx, you sexy beast you. ;)

Wednesday, January 14th, 2009.

Fantasy Forest

There is something so soothing and mystical about wandering in a lively forest. One learns to clean the mind of any impurities and is content with simply being. The atmosphere is filled with joy and life, as the birds playfully sing and the wind gently glides along the leaves and branches of giant trees. This forest is no different, although there is something very peculiar about it. Oaks seem to be the dominant species in the area, although firs and pines can occasionally be seen in the deepest region. Plants such as poison oak and manzanitas are also present, along with rocks and healthy moss growing just about everywhere in sight.

My friend Josh and I are truly amazed by this spectacular environment. Our senses are overwhelmed with the visual beauty, the relaxing sounds, and the fresh scents of the wilderness. We cannot contain our excitement, for we are jumping and running on and over fallen trees and pools of fallen leaves. A few ponds are also present, which reflect the rest of the forest’s intense greenery.

Our attention is quickly captured by something in the distance. At first, we cannot tell exactly what it is, but my friend mentions something about a huge bird. We carefully get closer, like silent ninjas creeping in the night. As I look over a boulder, I see this astonishing creature with great clarity. It is indeed a giant bird, which closely resembles an ostrich, yet it is more prehistoric-like in its features. Its legs are long and yellow, with three clawed toes on each. Its body and wings were white, with a few black stripes, while its head was white, black, red, and blue. Its beak was long and horned, and gave the impression of having been used for many things. Its huge dark eye finally moved and looked directly at us. He did not seem to care much for us, for it slowly walked away with no signs of anxiety or fear whatsoever. We decided to let it be and moved on to a deeper part of the forest.

There, we notice the back of a gray horse. Other than being surprised by seeing a horse all the way out here, nothing seems out of the ordinary about it. That is, until it turns around. A long, swirling horn is present on the horse’s forehead. “A Unicorn?!” we both exclaim. We follow it for some time, not believing what we are seeing. We then decide to shift our attention to another interesting creature that seems to be following us.

It’s funny that this creature is doing the exact same thing we have been doing to the other animals so far. We can’t quite make out what it is exactly, but it sure is furry. I think it’s hilarious until I actually see the animal’s head. The thing is a damned saber tooth tiger! We then escape faster than we could even say it’s name. I then wake up…

Thursday, January 15th, 2009.

Underwater Beauty

The night sky is filled with shiny stars while the city is filled with shiny street lights. There is no better place to be than this beautiful ocean side park at this moment. The walkway seems to be frozen, since everybody is ice skating on it. It looks like too much fun to pass up, therefore I join the wagon. My cousin Catherine is here with me. It is good to see her, for the last time was about five years ago. We skate our way around people, dodging this and swiftly maneuvering around that. We are having a lot of fun, until our excitement is captured by a crowd of people looking down at the ocean. Something big is happening apparently.

Well, before I could even wonder what was down there, I find myself in the water. There is a man underwater, and he doesn’t seem to be feeling too well. In fact, as I approach his sinking body, I quickly realize that he his dead, and that a part of his body is missing. What could have done such a thing? I look around, finding nothing. As I turn back to look at him, I perceive a chunk of his body detaching from him and floating away. I find this kind of disturbing, however there is no blood to be seen, so really it is not so bad.

What now emerges from the dark depths of the ocean is very frightening however. It is like nothing I have ever witnessed in my entire life. A strong aura of fear and danger is emitting from its long, serpent-like body. There is a powerful light pouring out of it as well. The first thing that comes to sight is the whiskers. They are long and very ancient Chinese dragon-like. In fact, the giant electric eel itself has a striking dragon-like appearance. What happens next is truly beautiful though.

The eel’s body, which is well over fifty feet long, coils up around the dead man’s body, entangling him with such grace and precision. Then powerful vibrations flow from the sea dragon and the light gets even more intense. All I can see at this point is a perfectly rounded sphere of shiny scales and horns, when suddenly its majestic head emerges out of the darkness again. The eyes of the creature are set on its victim with such intense dedication. Without any doubt or remorse, it slowly opens its mouth and engulfs the dead man’s body with a gentle bite. It is amazing to behold. I then wake up…

Sunday, January 18th, 2009.

Mountain of No Gravity

This mountain is quite a sight to behold. It may not be as natural as I like them to be, however there certainly is something special about this one. Most of it is green, with a few white buildings scattered throughout its slopes. There are also signs of agriculture at the base of it. I am happy to have brought my mother out here today, for we do not spend much time together like this. Our intent is to reach the summit, however I am surprised that my mom would be willing to perform such a feat. I am thinking that there must be some kind of easy way up the mountain, such as an elevator or perhaps a chair lift.

To my surprise, there is an actual entrance leading inside the base of the giant, mysterious hill. Inside, there is nobody to be seen. In fact, the whole place is practically empty, aside from a very interesting room filled with water. As I peak into it, I perceive a tall tube leading to the roof of the entire mountain-sized room. Also, there is a circular opening to the water tank, which seems to be somewhat of an entrance. My mother is now reading the instructions on the other side, and tells me that we are supposed to enter the room and reach the tube. From there, we should lift our hands up in the air so that it propels us up to the top. The idea of loosing gravity and being uplifted quickly to such great heights makes me a little nervous, but I want to experience this.

As I observe the circular opening to the water room, I wonder how we will manage to get to the tube without getting wet or drowning. I slowly insert my head in the hole to see if it is possible to breathe, and to my surprise, it is! I get very excited about it and tell my mom right away. I then wake up…

Monday, January 19th, 2009.

Beware of the Fog

The fog is so thick this morning, that one can hardly see ten feet ahead. The trail is soft, making the run up the sandy canyon very enjoyable. I can feel the fog evaporating on the skin of my face as I jog my way around this beautiful seaside peninsula. After some time, a metal fence appears in the distance of my field of vision. Naturally, I prepare myself to make an acrobatic jump over the fence, but as I begin my leap, something emerges from the fog in front of me. I still make the jump, yet as I land I quickly switch to a defensive mode to be ready for whatever is coming at me. With much relief, I discover that my concern was completely senseless. A well aged woman is also jogging along with her two beautiful Labradors. We exchange brief smiles and she disappears back into the dense mist.

My feet drag themselves up a few yards ahead when, to my surprise, a beautiful view of the ocean and sandy cliffs below is revealed. The sky is of a magnetic dark blue below the gray clouds, while the ocean is even darker than the above. There are a few trees down by the farthest rock ledge, which stand right next to a wooden cottage. This cottage does not possess any walls however, for it stands with the aid of six big wooden pillars. As my gaze is completely lost in this astonishing landscape, a furious growling noise comes from behind. The following snarl is even more intense and fierce than before, which leads me to believe that the lady’s dogs are perhaps in danger. Strangely enough, as soon as this thought strikes me, I lose balance and fall to the sandy ground below me.

Looking in the direction that I antecedently came from, I perceive the fog becoming more obscure and sinister than it’s ever been. A chilling feeling is felt in my entire body, yet I do not feel as scared as I should probably be. At this point, everything around me is completely still and silent, the air even ceases to exist it seems. A blurred figure finally exposes itself as it exits the shadows. The fearsome beast reveals its identity: an old dire wolf clothed of a black, gray, brown, and red fur coat. Although its presence should practically scare me to death, a sense of well being overpowers my emotions as the lone wolf passes me. Then suddenly, he turns around and looks at me straight in the eyes. We maintain eye contact for what seems to be an eternity. I cannot help to question myself if he might attack me or not, yet I strongly feel that he does not mean any harm to me. I even think that perhaps the two Labradors were only trying to defend their master when I heard the noises, and that perhaps the wolf had not done any damage to them at all. The majestic animal decides to stick to his route and at last leaves me be. I then wake up…

Wednesday, January 21st, 2009.

The Russian Girl

(Before I start this entry, I'd like to quickly mention this. I met this girl during my military qualification exams. We spent some time together during the procedures and ended up having dinner together before leaving again. I will be seeing this girl again in training camp thankfully. :D Even though she was really beautiful in real life, she was even more gorgeous in the dream. So here it goes...)

There is much to observe in this European styled town: such as antique markets, beautiful trees, and a huge cathedral in the middle of town. However, there seems to be something of greater importance to me. All of my attention is focused on her beautiful black hair floating in the air as she quickly turns her head around to look at me. Her eyes are dark and big, yet a bit squinty, as if she has a bit of Asian in her bloodline. Her black eyeliner gives her a wild, dangerous, almost cat-like look that could make any man melt at first glance. As she looks at you, her gaze searches deep within your soul, and once she finds what she seeks, her head slowly tilts down while maintaining a strong eye contact. The effect produced in her eyes during this flirtatious motion is similar to the most abstract of lunar eclipses. As you completely lose track of everything around you, and truly wish for this moment to never end, a quick flash occurs as her silky black hair mask her face like a black fog. Now she is walking away from me, and the phenomenal sensations that were present inside of me are now as dark as her outfit disappearing into the crowd.

“I must find her again!”, is obviously the first thing that comes to mind. So off I go, on a quest to find true love…or perhaps true lust. As I start my strong, dedicated march through the crowds of people, I feel a hand grabbing my arm. I turn around to find my mother trying to stop me. She tells me that we have better things to do, such as shopping and exploring this foreign town. As we casually walk around the markets, I scan all directions to find my beloved lady in black. Suddenly, a wave of testosterone washes over me as I make direct eye contact with her. She is all the way across the markets, coincidentally also walking with her mother, who is also holding her by the arm. She looks back at me many times, leaving me thinking that she really wants to get to me as well.

I finally convince my mother to go explore the other side of the markets. As we get there, I see my prospect looking back at me again, yet this time she is trying to come over to me but her mother will not let her. They eventually walk towards the entrance of the cathedral, where she gives me a final look before vanishing in its dark corridors. I force my mom to go over there, which is easily done. We enter the cathedral and are astonished by the grandeur of the structure. The main room is tall and towering with walls covered in immense mosaics and ancient relics. Though it is majestic and impressive, I am very disappointed to have lost my opportunity. I then wake up…

Thursday, January 22nd, 2009.

Linx in Canada

I’m freezing my ass off out here! But then again, I don’t mind it so much since looking at the snowflakes from up close is very entertaining. After walking for some time, I see a building in the distance. As I get closer to it, I realize that it is my old middle school, in Canada. It’s amazing to see all the kids playing around in the school yard. I hear laughs and giggles and it makes me feel good, yet I try not to make myself too visible, for I do not want to disturb their happy moment. There is an old shack a few yards away, which looks strangely familiar to me. I decide to investigate it further.

There are tools and wooden planks covered in snow lying around on the side of the shack. Inside, more tools and planks are present, which leaves me with the impression that this is some sort of workshop. I cannot help but think that this shack was in my yard when I was a kid. Anyhow, nothing much to see around here, so off into the prairies, I go.

There is a path leading behind a huge tree-bush. I notice animal tracks in the snow that lead exactly behind it. Without hesitation, I follow the intriguing path with my head pointing down at the ground. Suddenly, I look up and a huge wolf is looking at me. He nods and signals me to follow him. I am amazed and I do not question his intentions whatsoever. He finally leads me behind the giant bush, which is now bigger than before. He vanishes behind it and three little wild cats come out. I say wild, because they are bigger than the average house cat, and they are not groomed. Then a bobcat, whose physical features are strongly detailed, emerges from behind the bush. He seems to be following the wild cats. After seeing so many animals, especially cats, I start thinking that lynxes are also present in this ecosystem. Therefore, I look around to see if I could spot one. Sure enough, a lynx appears from behind the bush as well. I am excited to see it! (As I saw the lynx, I immediately thought about a member here on DV. I am speaking of linxx of course. That thought felt like it was bringing me to a lucid state, but I never got there.) I then wake up…

Saturday, January 24th, 2009.

It's My Birthday!

Man, how nice it is to be drinking beers on top of a building with an amazing view of the ocean! My mother, my step-dad, my brother and his girlfriend, and a few friends of mine are here with me to celebrate my birthday. I decide to go down the stairs and head outside to explore the area. The building where we are staying is exactly three stories high, with rooms at the top and a bar at the lowest level. The streets outside are narrow between the crowded buildings, which most of them appear to be condos and apartments. Many people are walking around, taking pictures or just enjoying themselves.

I finally get to a lookout point at the end of a street, where the road forms a circle around a big healthy tree. The view here is incredible! It looks like a mix of a tribal styled, yet somewhat futuristic San Francisco. There are many little round islands scattered throughout the shore. These islands are connected by bridges and are filled with buildings as well. As the sun goes down, bright rays of orange and yellow are lighting up the city with beautiful shades of colors. City lights are progressively being turned on, as if fireflies were slowly waking up on the distant islands.

Suddenly, a huge bird flies right above my head. Everybody around me bust out their cameras and start snapping away. It is hard to get a good look at the bird, for it flies so quickly. I rush to my condo room to grab my camera in order to get a shot of this mystical bird. As I get to my room, Amelie, my brother’s girlfriend, gives me my camera and comes with me to take pictures of the bird. As we arrive at the lookout point, there are now myriads of people present blocking the view. We decide to find a spot a little farther away to get a clear view. “Swoooosh”, we hear above our heads. The bird made itself entirely visible to us, revealing a bright blue upper body, contrasted by a vibrant orange lower body and tail, which follows it like a trail of fire. From the looks of it, it reminds me of a Phoenix. Amelie and I are too amazed to even care about taking pictures. So we drop our cameras on the ground, and decide to celebrate this event by going to the bar and getting drunk!

My brother and a couple of my friends join us there for a few drinks. A few…too many, shall we say. We spend a long time there, drinking, talking, and laughing. I make some random friends that buy me shots for my birthday and eventually hook up with a beautiful girl. I then wake up… ;)

=)!!! i love the one i'm in!!!!!!!

also your birthday one, your dreams are so beautiful and happy!! the past few months i have hardly remembered any dreams and the ones i do remember are weird or about stupid things i tend to worry about. BUT, i haven't smoked ANY weed=0 the past couple days and last night i remembered 3 whole long dreams! so expect to see some soon=)

Thanks for the advice on my recurring dream signs. I will definitely incorporate different perspectives when in those situations. As for your last dream, seems you are quite at peace with yourself for you are able to vividly see/remember such beautiful things and colors. Good luck on your astral travels!

hahahaha im reading that book^^

Tuesday, February 3rd, 2009.

Bike Ride

Woah I can’t believe I got a new sports bike! I’m having a lot of fun flying on windy roads with this machine. This road is especially peculiar, for there is a Grand Canyon similarity to the landscape below me. I seem to be rather high in altitude at this point and decide to take a break. As I get off my bike, an interesting young woman approaches me. She is of African American heritage and is quite tall and slender. We make some small talk for some time. I then hop back onto my bike and drive back towards town.

Some time later, I arrive in a small shopping center. As I park my bike, half of it starts rolling down the hill. I chase after it and a man that looks like Johnny Knoxville stops to help me. We laugh at the situation and he throws me a piece of gum as he leaves. I then enter a convenience store where I see the familiar African American girl I saw earlier. We talk again and we give each other a nice warm hug. I then wake up…

Hey, HH! There's a few things I really loved in your dreams. I loved the way you described the place you were in, in the Underwater Beauty dream.

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The night sky is filled with shiny stars while the city is filled with shiny street lights. There is no better place to be than this beautiful ocean side park at this moment. The walkway seems to be frozen, since everybody is ice skating on it.

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And how you described the Russian women- it feels like you were only looking at her for a moment but that all those little details overwhelmed you at once. :shock:

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Her black eyeliner gives her a wild, dangerous, almost cat-like look that could make any man melt at first glance.

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I also thought the mountain you went to with your mother had a neat idea...It would be so strange to be able to be sucked up through a mountain.

I love how all the adventures you take end up in your dreams one way or another, it makes them sound so beautiful to have! I wanted to mention to you, by the way, that you had two appearances of a majestic bird in your dreams. :P

Tuesday, March 3rd, 2009.

Alien Invasion

With a car full of friends, driving through this rocky canyon is nothing short of exciting. As we arrive at the top of a hill, we can see this dry, desert-like environment stretching for miles ahead. There are no signs of vegetation whatsoever. No trees, no bushes, no plants, nothing. Nothing but large boulders, melon sized rocks, gravel, and sand everywhere in sight. I believe we are here to find some caves to explore, but we have not reached our destination yet. After beholding the view, we resume our drive which now leads us down the canyon.

As we descend the bumpy dirt road, we notice a trail of people walking in a straight line. At first glance, it appears to be a chain of slaves, walking aimlessly in despair. We get close and decide to park the car here, to further explore this mysterious group of walkers. I have a hard time believing what I’m seeing. These people are wearing motorcycle helmets and are fully dressed in racing suits. My friend Mike then mentions that they might be aliens. Suddenly, we are all struck by the thought that they are, indeed, a group of aliens. Now, what could they be doing? Where are they going? We contemplate that they are marching towards the city, planning an invasion. Holy shit! We are unsure what to do at this point. Part of me wants to be a hero and attack them right now, yet there are way too many of them, it would be foolish. From the way they walk and hold themselves though, they appear to be exhausted both physically and mentally. Suddenly, to my surprise, one of them removes his helmet and displays a sharp, human smile. Then another one does the same, until they all come to a full stop and all remove their helmets. They are all smiling, laughing, and socializing like they are having a great time. Wow, what a relief!

All of a sudden, I am now in my garage, at home, with no recollection of the previous events. I am on the phone with a friend, Kit, whom I haven’t seen in a long time. He invites me over to his house for a party, which is pretty far away. I feel bad telling him no, but I do. I already have something planned with my lover for the night. In fact, throughout the whole conversation with him, I keep getting images of her in my mind. I then wake up…

Friday, March 6th, 2009.

A Change of Seasons

My family is happy. It’s been a very long time since we’ve all been gathered like this. It’s also very refreshing to be outside, in the middle of these thin oak woodlands. My parents, uncle, and a few cousins are dancing in the middle of the area, where a circular patch of sand covers the ground. There is enough space in this grove to park a few cars and pitch some tents, which leads me to believe we are most likely camping out here. Everybody is having a good time, either dancing, singing, or just socializing. I decide to join the dancing game that’s going on in the middle. My mom playfully laughs at me while I make a fool out of myself by dancing like a drunken man, even though I did not sip a drop of alcohol.

I then find myself at home, where my entire family is still gathered, and still having a good time. I stand in my kitchen, overlooking the dinning room and the outside porch, and can’t help but feel very content to see my whole family present. This is one of those times when everybody at the party feels welcomed and loved. Everybody belongs here and it shows through their relaxed facial expressions and genuine smiles. I suddenly get a call from an old friend from Canada, who says we should meet up while I’m in town. I am now very confused, for I am in my home in the US, however this guy convinces me that I’m in town, in Canada. I ask my mom where we are and before she gives me an answer, my surroundings morph into a strange, old looking place.

My friend Andy is here, along with his huge backpack, as if he’s traveling through town or something. I realize that I too, have a backpack on my back. Andy looks at me confused. Apparently we’ve been walking for a long time, and I’ve been leading the way. Now that I stop and look around, unsure of where I am, Andy looks at me with anxiety in his eyes. His eyes don’t literally speak, but I can clearly read “Are we lost?” in them. I don’t want to scare him so I smile at him and keep walking on what seems to be a trail. The area is very gray and quiet. The ground is dark and so is the sky. We eventually arrive at a huge building that seems to pierce the sky. The hole where the building pierces seems to be leaking colors into the sky, which is very comforting. A soothing pale blue comes out of the hole to slowly fill the sky with color. The building looks like an old hotel, and behind it is a large metal framed bridge that leads to who knows where. We decide to enter the building.

On the way to the front door, I notice a pair of thin, rusty metal poles lying around on the ground. For no apparent reason, I pick them up and use them as a walking stick. Thing is, they are nowhere near efficient to be used as a walking stick, for they bend every time I put pressure on them. So as they stay solid in my right hand, they follow the pattern of my left foot as I walk towards the entrance of the building. When we arrive inside, I am amazed at the sight we are presented with. There is a dark red carpet on the floor and the walls are made of maple wood. There is wooden furniture everywhere, making the place feel very authentic. Suddenly, a maid dressed of black and white appears from behind the counter. She walks over in my direction.
Since I don’t have a pick to break the ice, I go with “Hello, can I put my sticks over here?” pointing in a corner between the east wall and a large wooden desk.
“You looked depress-ed”, she says with a thick accent.
“Depressed? I’m not depressed”, I say.
“You look very tired”, she says with a worried look on her face.
I don’t understand why she is saying this to me, and it bothers me that she seems so concerned. With great exaggeration, I then purposely make myself look very sad for a few moments.
"I AM tired”, I say, followed with a huge grin, to prove that I was only joking.
The two extremities of her mouth suddenly ascend as high as her eyes, which themselves become very reassured. She walks back towards the counter with a warm smile on.
I then leave my sticks where I originally pointed, and walk away. I then wake up…

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I suddenly get a call from an old friend from Canada, who says we should meet up while I’m in town. I am now very confused, for I am in my home in the US, however this guy convinces me that I’m in town, in Canada. I ask my mom

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Now that I stop and look around, unsure of where I am,

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I don’t understand why she is saying this to me, and it bothers me that she seems so concerned

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Hey, these are all good news. Confused three times in one dream, now you just have to keep putting in the effort to reality check, increase awareness, and make sure to RC whenever you are confused or not sure what's going on!!!
Just make sure to train yourself not to rely on dream characters in these situations, but on yourself. Potentially, every human being you come across is a dream character, and the only way to truly be sure is to RC the hell out of the situation. It's very normal to just say, "Hey, what's going on?" But try to learn to RC and to become self-sufficient when it comes to figuring out what IS going on :D :boogie:

Monday, March 9th, 2009.

Strange Travels

One foot after the other, I walk the streets of my home town in Canada. With a pack on my back, I’m ready to walk for as long as I can. That won’t be necessary though, for a gray van pulls up next to me. The passenger window rolls down and a beautiful blonde girl smiles at me.
“Hop in!” she says.
I then load my pack in the back of the van and hop onto the passenger seat. It’s Jessica, a good friend of mine. She’s looking as good as ever, and my selfish ego can’t help but think that she’s flirting with me by the way she strokes her hair and neck, while she talks to me. We then enter the parking lot of a supermarket. I can’t tell if it’s a K or a Wal-Mart, but it’s something like that. There are many cars parked in the lot, and quite a few people walking around as well. Suddenly, I notice that we are driving in reverse.
“What’s with the sketchy driving?” I calmly ask her.
“Oh, my car is broken” she says, “I can only drive it backwards”.
As she barely finishes her sentence, a police car drives right past us. At first thought, I get a little uneasy at the fact that we’re about to get pulled over for speeding in reverse in a parking lot, but then I figure that her good looks will probably get us out of trouble. (I say that from experience). Luckily though, the cop never comes back and in reverse we keep on going. I see an old friend of mine walking in the lot and we decide to pick him up too. His physical features are not so familiar to me, but deep down I know that I know him and that we are friends. A few minutes later I finally can’t stand the drive anymore and decide that this is where I get off. My friend also can’t stand it and decides to part ways as well. We shake hands and he leaves. Jessica gives me a very tight hug that soon enough begins to feel like a trap, since I can’t get out of it. I tell her that I’ll see her soon. I open up the back door of her van and grab my pack, which is now huge since there are a bunch of other bags attached to it. Whatever, I put it on my back and it feels even lighter than before. Strange!
“Later, thanks for the ride…and be careful” I tell her as I walk towards the supermarket.
There are two people standing by the front door of the building. I quickly realize that one of them is one of my old best friends, Pat. I yell his name from where I am and he turns his head to notice me. He seems stoked to see me and runs over my way.

Before I know it, I’m now standing on what appears to be a beach. The water is black though, as if an oil leak just occurred in this area. I notice a large wooden bridge ahead of me. My friend Zo is standing at the base of it, looking on the other side as if he desperately wanted to get across. We talk for a second and I decide to cross the bridge with him. Halfway through, there are a few obvious signs that the left side of the bridge is not connected to anything anymore, which gives us the impression that it could collapse at any second. Zo is terrified and his small ambiguous steps lead me to believe that he won’t cross it. I want to help him, plus I want to see what’s on the other side too, so I decide to go for it. With careful, yet confident steps, I lead the way through the bridge, which seemed sturdy enough to let the both of us pass. He thanks me for helping him get across, yet I feel that he is not satisfied still. I look behind me to find a small river leading inland. I then wake up…

Saturday, March 14th, 2009.

Into the Night

What’s wrong with these breaks?! Every time I stomp on them my car seems to speed up. I’m lucky the neighborhood’s empty tonight, or else I would have hit another car by now. It’s a beautiful night to be driving around though. I somehow manage to stop my car in front of my house (which isn’t really my house) and proceed to release my keys from the tight grip of the ignition. I put the seat belt aside and grab my phone before exiting the car. As I enter the house, I quickly realize that nobody is home, and I am relieved about it. It’s very dark inside, but I make my way to my bedroom safely. My monitor screen is emitting a blue light that fills my room with that relaxing, safe at home on a Saturday night vibe. I organize some things in my closet and lay down for a minute.

Then, I decide to go out for a walk in the city. As I leave the house, I take a quick glance at my car and decide to walk straight to the city instead of driving there. I arrive downtown amazingly fast to find the place pulsating with night life. This town reminds me of a mix between Las Vegas and one of those small, random towns you drive through on the way to Arizona. There is a main road where all the business are, which connects to other roads that seem dead and vacant. The businesses are all equipped with bright neon signs and wild advertisements, which seem to do a good job at persuading people to come in. The taverns are so full that people are hanging out on the sidewalk while talking, or yelling, to people inside the building. Eventually, I arrive at the town square, where a fountain dominates all other noises with its flowing force. If I didn’t know better, I’d think I was in the middle of a forest next to a huge waterfall! Suddenly the sound of the fountain becomes quiet, and I hear footsteps from behind it. They are soft, and shy little steps that stimulate curiosity. Not only I am curious to see who it is, but the steps themselves demonstrate a curious nature.

As I gaze the floor around the fountain, two little black shoes make an appearance. From toe to head, my eyes follow the silhouette of her body until our eyes meet. She appears to be Middle Eastern, and is so beautiful that I can hardly say anything to her at first sight. She seems very shy, if not scared of me, as I silently stare deep into her eyes. She sobs a little bit then holds her hand out in front of me. Without hesitation, I grab her hand and drag her out onto the main street. After a very short period of time, the mysterious girl and I have a lot of fun running around town under the stars. We meet some people and appear to make fun of them as we walk away discretely laughing with each other. At some point we throw a glass of strange liquid into a building where loud moans were coming from. It is hilarious for some reason.

Suddenly, I am driving around with a friend of mine sitting in the passenger seat. The sun is out and the ocean is ahead. As I drive closer and closer to the beach, I make a right turn at the last street that parallels the coast. I quickly realize that the waves are reaching the buildings to my right and that we are in fact, driving on the water.
“Hey, the water doesn’t usually reach this far” I say to my friend.
As I turn around to look at the ocean, a huge storm instantaneously forms itself in my peripheral vision. When I look directly at it, a giant whirlpool engulfs all the water on shore along with the sky itself. It is extremely loud and intense. I then wake up…

Driving cars, mountains, water! Ahhhhhhhhhhh! :D

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“Hey, the water doesn’t usually reach this far” I say to my friend.

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Man I can feel it. You're starting to question your dreams... almost there! :boogie:

Wednesday, March 18th, 2009.

The Quest

The rock which I stand on is almost entirely submerged in water. The waves don’t appear to be strong enough to soak my shoes however. As I look around, I see a sort of bridge in front of me. It is made of rocks not unlike the one I am standing on. I appear to be in somewhat of a cave, although there is a large opening on the ceiling. I am surrounded by rock walls and a small lagoon of water which comes flowing from the ocean ahead. I decide to follow the bridge until it takes me out of this peculiar area. As I arrive at the end of the bridge, I find myself standing in front of a vast ocean. The waves are very strong here and are not shy to crash against the solid rock walls. Suddenly, I notice a few black things moving about in the water. At first glance, they look like scuba divers. However, after further inspection, I come to believe that they might actually be small whales, or some kind of sea creatures. I blink and find myself somewhere new.

“How long have we been climbing this mountain?” I asked myself, as my buddy Andy and I sweat our asses off from the strenuous ascent we are attempting. The fact of realizing what we’re doing suddenly cools me down, and I now feel very comfortable. As I’m thinking that I could now go on forever, I look behind to find Andy still struggling for his life. I tell him that we should take a break now. If a break consists of walking horizontally around the mountain instead of going up the slopes, then so be it. We quickly arrive at a saddle between two mountains and decide to hang out here. I put my pack down and start searching for water inside it. After some time, I realize that the inside of my backpack is so big that I could probably fall into it and get stuck. I look up and am astonished at what I see.

The saddle became a vast plain of green and purple grass which extends for miles. Not too far away, there is a small tribal village where a large fire is burning into the night. Without even thinking about it, I find myself in the heart of the village within seconds. At first, my presence is questioned and does not seem to be appreciated. I have a strong feeling inside me that says I should be doing something worthy of their respect. The chief comes over to me and says some funny things in a foreign language. He gives me a transparent drinking glass. Somehow, I figure out that what I need to do is to put it into the fire, and wait for something magical to happen, which I do as instructed. I stare intensely at the glass, waiting for anything to happen, while hoping that whatever happens is actually a good thing. A shiny purple liquid appears on the side of the glass. It looks as if there is an invisible finger dipped into this liquid, and that it is now writing things on the glass. I can’t really make out what the words say, although one of them looks like the word “Courage”. After it is done, I pick up the glass from the coals. The heat coming out of the glass starts to burn my hand, but it does not hurt. I figure it is part of the process, so I hang on until the chief takes the glass from my hand. He smiles and looks pleased with the results. Apparently, I passed the test! Everybody is dancing and having a good time now. I even see Andy having a blast himself.

Later, I am sitting in a room in front of a computer. Andy is sitting on the bed and we are talking about this adventure we were just on.
“I’m writing about it right now” I tell him. “Even though people probably won’t even believe anything of it", I continue.
“But it happened!!” he says furiously.
I laugh and tell him that it’s all good. I then wake up…

Monday, March 23rd, 2009.

What a Day

“We won’t be sleeping home tonight” says my mother.
Man, am I happy to hear it. As I am sitting in the backseat of my parents’ SUV, I start planning for the night while the landscape slowly slides by. We seem to be on a highway in the middle of nowhere, for there is not a single house in sight. Suddenly, my mom changes her mind and tells me that they actually might stay home after all. Jeez, make up your mind already!

We finally come to a stop at the foot of a thick marshy forest. I am surprised to find a couple of my friends here. We then make our way into the forest, walking around trees and sinking knee deep into the muddy water at times. I eventually take off my sweatshirt and another shirt I have on since they are soaked, and put them under my right arm as I struggle my way across the marches with my friends and parents. We finally get somewhere, which appears to be on a small hill surrounded by trees where two wooden houses stand tall. We all make our way into the house on the left side. There are a lot of people in here, but they are mostly all around my age. In fact they all seem to be people I know, except a few that act like they do know me, but I don’t remember them. My parents realize that this must be the young folks’ house, and the elders must be in the other. I talk with the people I consider to be my friends the most within the group, when all of a sudden a tall girl with dark brown hair comes up to me. Her bright red shirt makes the long white teeth of her smile stand out like a vampire.
“So you had a question for me didn’t you?” she asks me with great enthusiasm.
“I sure did” I say, as I slowly turn around to talk to somebody else. I never ask her a question.
I make my way towards the entrance of the house and quickly notice a friend of mine, Krista. She is looking beautiful as always, and the way she smiles at me invites me her way. We talk for some time until we notice everybody else leaving the cabin. We then decide to follow the horde.

Once outside, I decide to take a good look at my surroundings. The ground is dark, and covered in moss, yet most of it is covered with muddy waters. There are crooked trees that barely have any leaves on which also seem to be strangled by thick vines. The sky is cloudy and very obscure. The mass of people are now walking behind the camp, which is in the opposite direction of where the car is. Curious to see where they are going, I obviously decide to follow. After some time, we get at an altitude high enough so that we do not have to walk in the nasty water anymore. While this is a great thing, I cannot help to wonder where half of our group went. But as the sky finally reveals some sunshine, these worries are left behind in the shadows. I catch up to my friend Andy who’s having the time of his life hiking around in these sandy hills. It is nice that the sun is out, for I can now see our surroundings clearly. There are a few desert plants scattered around in between the orange and yellow rock outcrops.

I spot a man walking in the distance. He has a long leash connected to his arm, yet I cannot see the dog at the other end yet. Suddenly, two healthy sized coyotes make an appearance behind us. Some of the girls in our small group are terrified. We reassure them that there is nothing to worry about, as we stand guard in front of the coyotes. Strangely enough, the man in the distance is now right next to us. To my surprise, I find out that he actually is not walking a dog. Oh no, not a dog at all. The animal at the other end of his leash is a mountain lion! It is an impressive beast to behold. It stands calmly, yet is as alert as a samurai about to strike his foe. The two coyotes carefully examine the majestic feline until one of them decides to attack. With a swift movement of the neck, the lion evades the coyote's strike then counter attacks at lightning speed with a bite to the shoulder. The other coyote is now looking at his dead brother hanging in the lion’s mouth, and decides to turn around and run for his life.

Before I even have time to ask the man any questions about his amazing pet, I find myself inside a large roofless building. There is an enormous pool in the middle of this building, which kind of reminds me of Sea World. I don’t recognize anybody I know in this area, but it does not bother me. In fact, I feel kind of relieved that I can now explore this place at my own pace. Speaking of which, instead of following the path, I decide to jump the fence to my left and walk around in the no trespassing area. I find some random train tracks by a rock cliff and decide to follow them. I look around and yes, it appears that I am still within the building. I follow the tracks until I come up on a gorilla looking at itself in the reflection of the water. In the horizon behind him, I notice a train coming. I am curious to see if the gorilla will be scared of the train. I see a good observing spot in between the gorilla and the water, so I make my way there by carefully sneaking behind the gorilla while he is busy pondering at his reflection. The train finally passes and the gorilla disappears. I keep on walking until I reach an area that goes under the pool. Once down there, I look inside the giant aquarium but see nothing alive in it.

To my left, there is a door that leads to a noisy place, from what I can hear. I open up the door, revealing a long tunnel full of walking people. I start walking with them to see where they are going. As I turn around to look at who’s behind me, I see a strange face inches away from mine that makes a very weird sound. It’s my friend Francis who tried to scare me. He laughs and does it again.
“You almost got me there” I tell him while laughing.
We eventually arrive to an entrance where big glass doors stand. I see another familiar friend on the other side and quickly decide to go say a word to him. As I reach him, I notice that I still have my bundle of wet shirts under my arm. I am surprised at this and I then wake up…

I scanned through your dreams and read the last one.... Good job on the detail and recall. Your dreams seem to be so clear and fairly logical...haha mine or soo disordered, illogical, random....o well

keep on dreaming on :D

Animal House

As I climb up the metal stairs of this half built structure, an old friend of mine makes a sudden appearance. It’s Sean, (whom I haven’t seen in years), and he portrays a playful attitude as he grins at me and runs away, hinting me to chase him. After taking a look around, I realize that this building is perfect for playing such a game. It is under construction, and there are no walls or ceilings anywhere. It’s like a vertical maze of stairs and bridges. I decide to play along and try to catch Sean from a different approach. I go back to the lower level and take a different route up. Along the way, I meet another friend of mine, who then decides to join me on my playful quest. We eventually come face to face with Sean and we all laugh. Suddenly Sean is now above us on a higher level and grins at us again, like he did earlier. As I start to plan a way to reach him, I find myself in a bedroom with a pond in it.

I am now sitting on a comfortable bed and my friend Ted is sitting on a chair in front of me. There is a bookshelf to his left and the pond is in front of him and extends to his right as well. On the right side, there are many tropical trees that seem to lead into a deep forest. As I gaze deeper into the forest, I notice a beautiful bobcat emerging from the thick greenery. His ears are short and his body is rather muscular. His fur is thick and orange-brown in color. He has a few black spots scattered around as well. There is also a rock in between Ted and I that is halfway in the water. Ted steps on the rock and shoves his left arm in the water. His right hand rests on the side of the rock as to help him keep balance. As I look at his hand, I quickly notice the tail of a baby rattlesnake right next to his fingers.
“Move your hand!” I shout.
He jerks his left hand out of the water and looks at me confused.
“The other one”, I say. “Move your right hand! There is a rattlesnake next to it!”
He then moves his hand and looks at the snake. We both pay attention to it for a few seconds.
“Yeah it’s a rattlesnake” he says, as the tiny rattle emerges from the water for a second.
The snake then disappears into the pond.

Later, I find myself at home browsing around on my computer. I log onto Dreamviews chat and notice a few people there. I talk to Shift, no-name, Tarsier, and a few others. I then wake up…

The jungle in your bedroom reminds me of the beginning of the book "Where The Wild Things Are." I just had a dream about that the other day.

I like your Acala/Fudo avatar. Very appropriate ;)

High Mind

I look up and see a beautiful summit awaiting us. The rock which we stand on looks as if it were composed of millions of tightly packed grains of sand. Its color is light brown, almost golden, and the sky behind it is perfectly blue. I scan the rock's surface and spot enough holds to make out a safe route to finish the ascent. I lead the way and finally set foot on the high top of this massive rock formation. It is now that I realize how high we actually are, for when I look down at the ground below us, I have a hard time determining if the drop is over a hundred feet or not. It certainly is somewhere around there, though. The landscape below offers an incredible view of distant rolling hills and mountains that remind me of fallen dinosaur fossils. After spending some quality time sitting atop the rock and feeding our senses with incredible natural wonders, we ready ourselves for the descent.

Wow, I had not noticed how steep and dangerous this climb was. The way down looks like sure suicide. Half the holds that were there earlier have been substituted with slick and slippery curved surfaces. The first part of going down actually consists of a half bowl surface that drops straight down into oblivion. My mind becomes very shaky and negative thoughts come rushing in. Naturally, my limbs mirror my state of mind and I find myself barely able to hang onto anything. I am now terrified and am unable to scan any possible routes downwards. Suddenly, a single thought of equanimity passes through my mind and the scenario is reversed. I am reminded to stay calm and that there is but one option: to slowly make my way down and forgetting of the height factor, whatsoever. My body then relaxes as I stretch my left leg down onto a small crack below me. One limb at a time, I make my way down until I reach the end of the bowl. At this point, my left leg is somewhat secure on a tiny ledge, while both of my hands are pushing outwards on the bowl’s sides as to stabilize myself. Yet, this exhausting position leaves me with very little time to act, for my feet start to slide as my arms get more and more tired. I see a good angle to land on about three feet below me and I quickly realize that it is my only chance of survival. I am unable to slowly crawl down to it at this point, so my only option is to completely let go and land exactly on the corner and stabilize. I quickly visualize the scenario and before I know it I find myself standing on that corner already. I quickly make my way down to a safe spot from that point and turn around to spot my friends as they go down as well. After we are all down to safety, we are all extremely stoked to be safe and sound. A powerful feeling rushes over my body, and I feel very proud of my mind for staying strong during this challenge. I then wake up…

Whooooo!

Intense and very high :D

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I am unable to slowly crawl down to it at this point, so my only option is to completely let go and land exactly on the corner and stabilize. I quickly visualize the scenario and before I know it I find myself standing on that corner already.

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It always fascinates me the way we can visualize something in a dream, and have it suddenly become real. It is a limitation sometimes. For example, when I try to draw in a lucid dream, I can't keep the drawing separate from my environment. Anytime I give attention to my imagination, it becomes reality. Very strange stuff.

I take it you rock climb in real life?

Exactly. It also makes it difficult when you're doing something like trying to fly. You have to really really focus on, say, running down a street and the pounding of your feet and the wind moving past you, and your muscles tightening to jump, because otherwise you may just find yourself floating in the sky in an unstable flight dream!

Awareness
* Make mental maps of rooms/places I walk in. Observe everything in the room/place then try to remember it as best I can.
* Then zoom out and look at the big picture. Relate and connect places and rooms to the entire area I’m in, etc.
Dream Goals
* Rubbing hands together and looking at body as to help stabilize the dream.
* Jump high and levitate for a few seconds.
* Inform a Dream Character that I am dreaming to see their reactions.
* Perform a back flip, then a front flip.
* Pick up an instrument and start playing music.
* Jump high enough to actually start flying.
* Teleport or fly into space.
* Surf around the city.
* Plant a palm tree seed and make it grow at high speed.
* Separate the molecules that make up my body.
Dream Journal
* Write in Personal DJ every night, especially dream fragments that I would normally tend to ignore.
* Write epic dreams in Online DJ to boost motivation.
* Read DJ frequently to remember what dreams feel like.
Dream Recall
* Write in and read DJ everyday.
* Go over dream signs daily.
* Upon waking up, stay in bed and go over the dream events backwards to help fully remember the dream.
Dream Signs
* Wilderness (Animals, Deserts, Forests, Mountains, Rocks), Water (Lakes, Ocean), Driving, the Military, Friends & Girls.
* Also, go over dream signs daily to help remembering them well.
* Daily Dream Sign
~ Pick a new daily dream sign everyday and perform a RC every time I notice it while awake to train prospective memory.
Pre-Sleep Preparation
* Relaxation
~ Perform the 61 Point Relaxation Technique.
* Mantras
~ I will notice my dream signs and I will realize I am dreaming.
~ I will perform a reality check when I notice a dream sign.
~ I will remember to stabilize my dream when I realize I am dreaming.
* Visualization
~ Visualize a dream scene or a previous dream with details, emotions, etc.
Reality Checks
* Ask the “Am I dreaming, right now?” question whenever I notice a dream sign or anything unusual or dream like.
* Perform a Memory Check RC.
* Look at hands and push finger through palm RC.
* Perform another RC, such as reading text twice, checking time twice, or trying to influence environment with thoughts.
* Remember to stabilize! (Staying calm, looking at hands, rubbing hands, focusing on senses, etc.)
Wake Back To Bed (WBTB)
* Waking up with an alarm a few hours after going to bed and staying up for a short while.
* Read about lucid dreaming while up before going back to bed, while performing constant reality checks.
* Repeat a few times in the night if needed.

Sounds very good! Don't forget that new dreamsign of yours, too! And remember you can throw pictures and things around to help cue you to RC :)

Awesome :D The complete program. I can't wait until I have enough free mental capacity to get serious, like this, again. I've been slacking off lately.

Distracted Camping

The sun is setting in the distance. The mountains are beginning to lose their details and slowly start to look like two dimensional black curves above the horizon. The tall blades of grass around me are dancing with the help of the subtle wind. There is also a very impressive rock formation next to me that is shaped exactly like an eagle with its wings spread open. My camp fire is very healthy and as I stare deeper and deeper into it. I can feel the ground below me pulsating with vibrations.

I then notice a young lady with a ranger outfit sitting at a desk in the open field close by. I walk in her direction to ask her a brilliant question.
"Is it OK if I make a fire here?"
She looks at my huge, raging fire behind me, and says "Huh, sure.."
Immediately after this, I see a dark outline of a person walking in our direction. It is a young man who reminds me of an old friend of mine a lot. He starts talking to me and I can't even listen to what he's saying. He finally stops talking for a minute.
"Are you Perfito?" I ask.
"No." he responds, to continue rambling about I don't know what.
After some time, I finally realize that he is talking about a party going on at the moment and that I am missing out on all of the action. He mentions beautiful women there waiting for me and much more. After some quick thinking, I decide that I should check it out.

I instantly find myself at the party and am immediately regretting my decision. I see a few friends, which is cool, but the party is nowhere as cool as the guy made it seem to be. The place where I was camping was much better. I see my friend Brett and talk to him for a few minutes. Then my friend Drew makes an appearance and mentions something about a really good movie I should rent. Again, as he mentions it, I am teleported somewhere new. We are now in a video store. I am trying to find the movie he mentioned but I don't even know what to look for. I finally pick a movie and go outside, where Drew is sitting in my convertible car, talking to our friend Tara. I see our other friend Krista in a car behind us who is waiting for Tara to come back. I jump in the driver seat and see another friend of mine with another guy. They are dressed up like punk rockers which is very unusual. I then wake up...

Don't Let Go!

My two feet are as solid as the massive rock I am standing on. I can feel my heart beating inside my chest as my hands tightly grip my harness. I patiently wait for the perfect opportunity to jump off the cliff. After a few very focused seconds, I feel a perfect wind blow on my back and decide that it is time for take off. Swoooosh! I jump off the rock and fly into the distance with the aid of this amazing paraglider. I can feel the tension of the wind as I maneuver this flying device around. When I pull back, I lose speed and I slightly lose some altitude. When I rotate my body to the left or right, I switch directions quite easily. This is such an exhilarating experience! I am at the peak of excitement as my body freely floats about in the atmosphere.

Below me, a vast forest of giant conifers occupy the terrain. I can also see the huge rock cliff from which I jumped from. There are some people beneath me who are participating in various activities as well. I see a friend of mine who looks as mind blown as I am, and I'm sure he would love to try this. I therefore try to lose some altitude as to safely land back on the rock where he stands. Finally, I set foot on the very top of the rock and stabilize myself. A strong feeling of nostalgia overpowers my mind and I immediately wish to go back up high, in the sky. I then look behind me, and to my surprise, notice my friend fly away on a paraglider as well!

At this point, I see no reason why I should be grounded here on this rock. As soon as the thought arises, my paraglider catches a wave of wind and as if it had a mind of its own, decides to soar some more. I quickly realize that I am not harnessed in anymore, and the higher I get, the harder it is to hang on. I am soon hanging with my thumb, index and middle fingers as the land below becomes smaller and smaller with each passing second. Strangely, I am not afraid at all of this situation. I do realize that if I let go, I will become a human pancake in no time, yet it does not seem to be too critical for some reason. I slowly climb back up inside my harness and clip myself in to safety. I catch up to my friend and we glide away. I then wake up...

Paragliding sounds incredible. I've never been. I've been hang gliding, so I can relate to the feeling of that whole scene. Amazing :D

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The mountains, rock formation, camp fire

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It is a young man who reminds me of an old friend of mine a lot. He starts talking to me and I can't even listen to what he's saying. ... "Are you Perfito?" I ask.
"No." he responds, to continue rambling about I don't know what.

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Drew is sitting in my convertible car, talking to our friend Tara. I see our other friend Krista in a car behind us who is waiting for Tara to come back. I jump in the driver seat and see another friend of mine with another guy.

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massive rock ... cliff ... altitude... a vast forest of giant conifers ... the terrain ... huge rock cliff ... a friend of mine

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You probably don't want to hear it :tongue:
/me kicks you in the ass ;)

Frosty Chase

"Let's go hiking!" says Andy, as he shuffles through his bag to find an extra sweatshirt to put on before we venture out.
I walk outside and gaze at the bright moon hanging in the dark night sky. The oxygen I exhale is immediately transformed into a thin cloud of smoke that dissipates into the cold air. We exit the house and walk down the wooden stairs to set foot on the crisp snow that is covering the ground. The alley is narrow, crushed in between two rows of houses, and leads directly to the nearby park. It does not take long to get there, for after only a few crunchy steps we find ourselves in the heart of the neighborhood park, where a snow covered jungle gym invites us to climb its frosted metal bars. Andy does not waste a second to start playing around like a child, but I wait for a moment. I wait, because I can feel something... Something that appears to be calling me, something that demands my attention.

I scan the frosty horizon for a sign, but find nothing. After some time investigating the area, I finally let loose and decide to join Andy who is now basically a monkey. Before I can reach the jungle gym, I suddenly hear a noise behind me and quickly turn my head around to see what is going on. To my surprise, a large dog is charging directly at me with a fierce look in his eyes and a set of sharp teeth ready to slice me up. I quickly dash to my left and head for a giant tree standing in the middle of the park. I jump onto the first limb and climb my way up higher while being careful not to slip on the icy branches. The dog also climbs up the tree and attempts to reach me but is unable to get as high as I am. I then wake up...

Hey buddy.... the 26th was Sunday :D

Nice dream though; monkey friends and rabid dogs hehe

Party Time

The people here are merry, as they dance on the silky green blades of grass, and their chatters and laughters echo into the bright blue sky. Some are friends, some mere acquaintances, and some I do not know. It really does not make any difference whether I know them or not though, because I do not feel like talking to any of them anyway. Some come to me and attempt to have a conversation, but it does not feel right and I walk away. I escape their over exaggerated emotions and find myself inside a building. Here, the laughters are even louder, and the emotions even stronger. Now that I feel like I should perhaps make an effort to get along, it feels like people are avoiding me. Fair enough, I think to myself, as I seek a door to let me out of this horrible place.

I walk in front of a table where my friends Darryl and Sasha sit. I make eye contact with Sasha and continue walking, ignoring Darryl.
"Wilding Danny" he mutters.
I turn around to look at him and he starts talking to somebody else.
"Wilding Danny?" I say to him.
He ignores me and keeps on talking to his friends.
"I think so" says Sasha, as she glares back and forth between Darryl and I.
I wonder how they know of my lucid dreaming passion and keep on walking to find an exit.

I finally find a door that lets me get out and get some fresh air. It is night time and I am in the middle of two, or perhaps more, large buildings. I walk around for a bit and walk up some metal stairs. An older homeless man sees me and begins talking to me. We exchange some words for a few seconds.
"I eat anything" he eventually says. "Glass, rocks, metal.."
I am surprised to hear him say this and he seems to enjoy my confused facial expression.
"You could even say I eat mountains" he finally says. I then wake up...



Biking & Rattling

I am cruising down the street with this new bike I just got. A few seconds ago, it was a mountain bike, however it just now morphed into a dirt bike and it is a lot more fun to ride. I'm pretty much in the downtown section of a fairly big town. No sky scrapers or anything, but big buildings all around. I go up and down some stair sets to add some challenge to my fun. I eventually cross ways with another biker. He's on a street bicycle though, and looks like he's some sort of professional athlete with all his gear. We wave at each other and keep on riding.

I then spot my car parked on the side of the road and pull over next to it. There is a bunch of stuff on my back seat and I'm thinking that I need to get my bike inside my car in order to bring both of them back to wherever it is that I would be going. An older gentlemen makes an appearance and begins to make conversation. He is wearing brown and orange rugged clothes and mentions something about being stranded out here. I offer him a ride and move the stuff on my back seat around and manage to fit my bike in there. I drive him around for a bit and he tells me to stop in an alley, where I park my car. We both get out and immediately spot a large brown and orange rattlesnake in the middle of the alley. It is clearly an adult diamondback and it is completely coiled and ready to strike. I tell the man to be careful as he slowly walks around the snake on the right hand side. He approaches the porch of a house while being careful not to get too close to the venom carrying snake. Before I have time to say anything, I notice another rattlesnake right next to his ankle. That one is covered with black and white stripes and strikes at the man's leg as fast as a lightning bolt.

He does not seem to care at all and walks a little farther after getting bit a few more times. I feel awful for him getting bit and offer him to call for help, but he refuses. He says he'll be fine as he begins to struggle walking back and forth down the alley. Both snakes seem to be gone at this point and I start looking for something in my trunk that could help him out. I then see him rest his back against the wall. He seems to be in an incredible amount of pain now and I decide to call for help. As I make the phone call, a large pool of blood suddenly gushes out of him and splatters on the wall. He then falls down on the ground, soaked in blood. I run back to my trunk to get a towel or something, and I finish the phone call. When I run back to him, I see that he cut both of his legs off and his left arm, and there is no more blood, only fresh scars. I tell him I called an ambulance for him.
"Oh, you did?" he says, looking rather indifferent at the situation.
I ask him if he is going to be OK and he assures me that he will be fine. I then wake up...

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Originally Posted by dreamingofdreaming

Hey buddy.... the 26th was Sunday :D

Nice dream though; monkey friends and rabid dogs hehe

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Oh... yeah good call. Oh well :roll:

Enter the Wu-Tang

The crowd is cheering and the intensity of their excitement keeps on building up. They are excited for this show because the Wu-Tang Clan is performing. I find it odd to be looking at the crowd from behind the red curtain.
"Shouldn't I be sitting with them?" I ask myself.
I turn around and see Method Man and another member of the group. They are talking about how it is a shame that the rest of the group is not there to perform with them tonight. Luckily they have me though. What! Me? That's right, I am going to perform with them, apparently. This is a surprise to me but I find myself totally submerged in the idea and I am ready to do this. My two fellow group members are getting mentally ready by reciting some lines while the equipment crew is getting everything setup. I am thinking that I don't know a lot of the lyrics, but I am not too worried about it and figure that I can always resort to improvisation anyway. Finally, the equipment crew gets off the stage and we get into position while the red curtain slowly opens up.

The intensity of the crowd increases ten fold and a beat comes on. Method Man and the other guy start dancing around to the beat and they begin rapping. I feel a little awkward being on stage with them but I am having a blast moving my body around and acting like a gangster, haha. Sometimes when I look at the crowd, I see the room getting bigger and bigger, and there seems to be more and more people appearing. Especially in the very left corner, since every time I look there it expands. I am having a really good time when I start rapping and am surprised to find the words flow right out of my mouth. It doesn't really sound like me but I figure it must be the technical enhancements producing this effect. I finally finish my part and feel really good to have succeeded. I then wake up...

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Originally Posted by High Hunter

...I find it odd to be looking at the crowd from behind the red curtain...."Shouldn't I be sitting with them?" I ask myself...
I turn around and see Method Man and another member of the group. They are talking about how it is a shame that the rest of the group is not there to perform with them tonight. Luckily they have me though. What! Me? That's right, I am going to perform with them, apparently. This is a surprise to me but I find myself totally submerged in the idea and I am ready to do this.

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!!! :tongue:

Sounds so awesomely fun though :D

Haha.

Fun dream, HH.

Mystical Gathering

The cabin is round and hangs from the branches of this old tree. It has an elfish kind of style to it, with golden foreign letters on the walls and psychedelic patterned rugs on the ground. There are about a dozen people all gathered in a circle in here. They seem to be studying books and waiting for me to start the lecture. I finally grab an old book and sit in the remaining open spot in the circle. I feel some tension as I begin reciting what seems to be Buddhist verses. I just don't want to make any mistakes since this is such a serious gathering.

Suddenly, my words are taken over by someone else, and I feel relieved since I do not need to keep reciting anymore. The female voice is very soft, soothing, and mystical. Soon after, her words are no longer of the English language and it really starts sounding magical. The atmosphere in the cabin becomes epic and extremely spiritual. I look over my left shoulder to behold her beauty.

She is kneeling, head tilted down a bit, with her eyes closed. Her hands are pressed together and facing upwards, as in prayer. She wears a white robe decorated with golden strings along with a white hood on her head. Her skin is tan and exotic looking, her eyelashes are long and beautifully laid down the skin under her closed eyes. Her lips are of a soft red and move graciously as she recites prayers in a foreign language. She is emitting very powerful and comfortable vibes of power and peace. I feel very good and soothed from her presence. I then wake up...

Random Town

I am walking in a foreign old town made of very strange architectural tastes. There are random pillars standing in the middle of the dirt roads and buildings with no doors or windows. If I had to take a guess, I would say I am in Asia somewhere. Anyhow, I don't want to be seen by anyone out here, and I decide to dash into the small woods on my right. I crawl around like a tiger on the prowl, sneakily dodging people and stalking my way through the other side. After some ninja fun, I come out of the woods and no longer care if I am seen. In fact, I see some people walking on the side of a rock face and decide to go to them.

As I arrive at the bottom of the cliff, I perceive strange wooden logs horizontally stuck in the rock. They provide a sort of aid to climb, kind of like huge giant steps. However, these steps are for the hands, since you can use the logs to grab onto while you climb the rocks with your feet. I find this to be a very strange and random setup for climbing, but I do appreciate it none the less. Once I finally reach the top I immediately see a large door that leads inside the giant rock. I decide to step inside.

I feel a cold draft as I walk in and realize that I am now standing on a balcony that circles the gigantic room I am in. When I get closer to the edge, I peek down and see a big ice hockey ring, where some people are casually enjoying the game. I try to find a way down while I walk around the porch. I eventually see an old friend of mine, Stephanie, who seems very happy to see me, and the feeling is reciprocal. We begin to talk and I then wake up...

Lucid Take-Off!

There is something odd with this computer; every time I type something, something else comes up. I begin chatting around and am baffled at the responses I am outputting. It just won't show what I type and I have the feeling that my text is exchanged with somebody else's on the internet somewhere. Anyhow, I figure that now is probably a good time to get some fresh air.

It's dark outside, and I just exited a small house that looks exactly the same as all the others on the street. The row of houses is facing a vast and empty field, which is separated by the street and an approximately three foot tall white brick wall. I begin walking alongside the short wall until I reach an old black and almost dead tree. I gaze at it for an instant and hear something behind me. I turn my head and see a shadowy figure holding a leash attached to a big, white, and ferocious looking dog. Suddenly, the strange human silhouette lets go of the leash and unleashes the savage beast on me. I quickly turn around and begin running as fast as I can until the thought of jumping on the other side of the brick wall crosses my mind. As I proceed to do so, something astonishing happens.

I put my hand down on the top of the brick wall as to propel myself up in the air as I begin to jump over it. I effortlessly clear the wall and to my surprise do not fall back onto my feet. I begin floating upwards and suddenly start hovering up about twenty feet off the ground. A strong sensation of flying takes over and I immediately realize that I AM DREAMING! As the thought crosses my mind, the feeling increases ten fold in intensity and I am absolutely awed.
"No way!" I yell to myself. "I've finally made it! I'm lucid dreaming! I'm flying! This is unreal!"
The experience is extremely powerful and surreal in textile sensations at this point. I can feel a strong wind pushing me upwards to maintain the hovering effect and I cannot believe that I am actually, finally, aware of my dreaming state. The whole world then starts shaking and vibration violently. I then wake up... feeling fucking stoked! :D

WHAT?!?! NOOOOOOO FUCK YEA HH! CONGRATS!!!!!!!!!! Oooh and what an awesome lucid, too!!!! :boogie::boogie::boogie::boogie::boogie::boogie:

:woohoo: Wow Congratufuckulations!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :woohoo: