My dream log - The Force of Green

I decided to create a thread that I can post worthwhile lucid dreams in. I have a notebook that this site inspired me to buy so I can take notes upon awakening. The dreams will be unaltered and if I don't remember something, I will not fill in the gaps with what I think would be cool.

Also... If any of you have requests of something you want me to try and explore in a dream or dream about... ask away. I do not yet know all the terms of the 'dream masters', but I assure you that I have been a lucid dreamer since I was about 5 years old and have been continually doing it for 20 years (I'm 25, do the math ;) ). I am able to bring certain memories into my dream and I am able to conjure and manifest the weirdest *h*t. I have not yet used some advanced techniques that many doctors/authors have told you or us about... And I'm in no way claiming to be the dream master... But I figure, what the hell?

First Dream (Numero Uno)

I was in a hangar. The hangar looked like a more advanced military installation. The men and women in uniform were wearing dress 'casual' uniforms. Each person had an identification tag with his/her name, number, rank, and specialty. The hangar was huge, with very high ceilings. It must have been 500 feet long, 300 feet wide, with 100 foot ceilings (angled). It had lots of different sectors, including: An area with several cubicles, an archives area, rows and rows of desks, open space, and an area with some freight trucks with large cargo freighters on the back. I noticed and observed the characters in the dream. Some people were just fictitious and a few were people that I knew from high school.

When I entered this dream, I don't know how I got there, but it cut right from another dream where I already had achieved lucidity. For some reason, I already knew it was a dream. However I played along and tried to fit in and conform. What I could gather was that they were a task force. We were a task force; A somewhat secretive task force that handled special ops. I didn't quite fit in when I entered the dream. I didn't have a tag, I didn't have a uniform, and I didn't have a rank. I BSed most of my way through the dream just to try and be a part of it. I actually pulled it off. Some people asked who I was and actually had some concern as to why I was here at the hangar. I said, "I'm a transfer Chief Warrant Officer from the tri-state division." I looked around in some closets, telling myself that there would be a uniform or something in there. I found a lab coat, a temporary ID tag and necklace, and some other dumb things that I didn't want to wear, like a mask and goofy things. I wrote on the temp tag: Kyle ID# (some made up number) Psychologist.

An alarm sounded and echoed across the hangar. The strobes went off as well. Everyone acted in accordance to the protocol. I followed a crew into one of the freight-liners. Inside that cargo area was a mobile office. When we were all in, we took off. I didn't pay attention what direction we went in, but at some point we were no longer being pulled by a freight-liner. We were transferred to a train engine. I could see out some windows and we were being pulled across a desert. I asked what was going on and a girl named Kim (I knew from high school) said that there was a meth lab gone critical in some residential area. They call it a 'meth alert' for short I guess. Kim was asking me questions as to my specialty and my credentials. **I think this had a lot to do with the fact that lately I've been very annoyed for stopping my education and wasting my talents by working at a gym with my 4-year degree collecting dust.**

"What is a psychologist doing on board this mission? What kind of psychology do you specialize in? How many of these have you been on? Have you been briefed? Are you a doctor?"... etc.

I worked myself up pretty well and put her in her place. I said something to this effect: "I'm an abnormal psychologist with a very extension background in psychopharmacology specializing in psychotropic warfare and in experimental nootropics."

I don't remember a lot of what happened on the way to the scene, but the train stopped in the weirdest place. There was also no engine pushing or pulling the train car that we came in. I suppose that my mind didn't decide to create it? Anyhow, we were in a residential area in front of a two car garage. The tracks went right to the spot and didn't continue past there. Of about 30 people who came on the mission, my mind must've deleted some, because there was only about 12 of us at most. I got out and one of the other agents decoded the garage door opener and the door opened by motor. There were odd fumes coming from the garage. I guess we had limited time before the whole neighborhood went up in flames from some basement meth lab blowing up. I remember going back real fast into the mobile unit and looking for some tools to try and make myself look professional... I found nothing of use except a digital camera. I was going to use it and take recon.

That's all I can remember of this dream.

My sleep has been a bit off lately due to some electrolyte imbalance I've been leaning towards for a while. My serum levels of potassium are WAY to high and sodium, calcium, magnesium are too low.

This morning I was caught in a lucid dream loop (as Clairity was nice enough to tell me what the heck it was). I kept tapping the snooze button and waking from my lucid dream every 10 minutes. I would fall back asleep within seconds and I was returned right back where I left off.

The dream started in a high school parking lot (I'm 25, why do I keep having dreams of returning to that place?) and I had my Mustang in the dream. My car is not brand new, but it's loudness makes it an attention getter. I remember bits and pieces, but I was followed by some cars and ended up pulling over aside a forest. I got out of the car with a dream friend and we ran down a path for a while and we were trying to take long, quiet strides to avoid making too much noise.

I'm running from things I don't know are even there. I'm trying to 'cloak' myself from beings that are supposedly out in the forest that don't exist.