Thread: ~Higurashi Dreams~

I had three lucid dreams yesterday!

I haven't been on much lately as I had kind of given up hope of lucidity, but now my faith has been restored :3

I'm so ridiculously happy....but they were really long, and I don't feel like typing them Instead I'll give general summaries.

The first was a WILD. For whatever reason, I felt nothing during the transition phase. Anyway, I was in Wal-mart and there was some guy there trying to murder us. I kept telling my mom that she didn't have to worry because this was all in my dream. She didn't believe me so I tried to show her the power I had. Unfortunately I didn't have much control but something strange happened...I found out that while it seemed that I couldn't gain any power, I could give others in the dream those powers. For the rest of the dream I went on giving random dc's abilities and showing her.

The second was a DEILD. I can't remember much about this one, but I was in some sort of ancient jungle society. Me and five others were slaves, and I promised them that I would get us all free, as I was in control of this "world". While I know there were five people, I can only specifically remember three: a woman, a boy, and a beast. We eventually left the civilization we were in by way of teleportation. Something that stood out to me for some reason was that the boy's name started with the letters Ma.

The third was a DEILD, I think. It may have been a normal WILD, because the scene I entered was nothing like the dream I previously had. Anyway, I was Wolverine. I was in a shopping mall when a female clone of myself, X-23, randomly broke in and attacked me. It made me a bit queasy, but I fought back. She ended up badly damaged, and sprawled on the floor. I remembered reading somewhere that the best way to finish her was to cut off her head, but before I had the chance she was up and walking towards me, healing. I tried cutting off her head but the tissue was growing back too fast. Before she attacked, I found I was able to teleport by writing out the place I wanted to go with my foot.

Symbolism
I am riding on a white bear down a series of hallways, when I become aware of a dark coloured bear picking up speed behind us. Suspicious that it means us harm and knowing that it would be futile to attempt to outrun it, I stop beside a large stone structure in the middle of the corridor and climb onto it. The white bear looks off and I try to explain my cowardice.
"I wasn't sure...if you two were friends? I thought...I just..." I trail off as the dark bear reaches us. He pauses, and he stands.
I see now my attempt to stay safe was pointless. On his hind legs he reaches well over the structure I am crouching on. He spreads his arms horizontally and the white bear calmly does the same. They press their bodies against eachother in what I can only imagine is a form of greeting. Then he turns to me. With his forelegs, he pushes a book to my face. I know somehow that it's a spellbook. I expect that he wants me to read it, but instead he just keeps pushing. I gently push it back and he begins to moan. It turns to screaming, growling, and he keeps trying to force this book on me. I finally push it away completely, and if falls to the floor. Before now the book had been covering head, and now I see...he has no face.

I gasp, and terrifying music begins to play out of nowhere. I fall off the structure and run down the hall, eventually coming to a staircase. I run halfway down to find an open door at the foot of the stairs. I freeze. I begin to remember a previous nightmare taking place in my house, where something dangerous was outside.

I somehow gain awareness and run back down the hall. The dark bear has my white one pinned against a wall, with the book pressed against his face. They're both yelling, but I press on to the end of the hallway where a door sits. I run inside and find myself in my room. I slam the door and jerk my hands in an upward motion, so that my palms are parallel to the door. A magical dust flies from my fingertips, and the door is cemented over. Seconds later I hear a pounding against it, and become frantic. Then I gain a memory - I remember a companion, something that was with me before the white bear in the beginning of the dream, someone who could save me...More pounding comes, so much to drive me insane. I don't know what to do and I cradle my head in defeat, when I hear a voice. It drowns everything out, and what it spoke was my name. Somehow it clears my head. I blink, and find myself in waking life.

Oh, bears are evil in dreams, now, just update your journal a little bit more and we will be done.

Finally, a comment

The bear was definitely bad news, but I can't seem to find any meaning in it's being there. And plus this was over a week ago, so I don't remember what emotions I was feeling at the time or if I was in any unwanted situations :/

I would update my journal more if I had more consistent lucids It's hard for me not to get lazy after a period of no results...

I had two DEILDS last night
They occured after I failed a normal WILD attempt. Sadly, I can't completely remember the two dreams - only combined fragments of both. But to help with my recall I'll try to remember as much as possible and post a bit:

I remember much of the dreams taking place on a long road. There were individual houses/shops along the sides of the road. The first one I noticed was a McDonalds, and I attempted to fly there(I have always had problems with flying). I got a running start and jumped into the air. I started to fall facedown soon after I left the ground, and I was terrified of how much this would hurt. But strangely the road repelled my body, like when you push together magnets with like poles. I was flipped over by this force and landed on my back. I repeatedly tried to fly, but the same thing happened over and over again. So I kept doing it until I got to McDonalds. When I came inside I was the only one in the restaraunt except for a man behind the counter. I can't remember what he looked like, but I have a nagging feeling that he was very very ugly/deformed, and he might have been a midget. Anyway, I think he refused to make me a filet-o-fish meal, and i remember he was crying. I think I threw him out and went behind the counter trying to make my own. I remember that I wasn't able to do it in the end.

I remember a few other things. At one point in one of the dreams I was riding in a car with my parents, and I think I phased out of the backseat. I also recall trying to use telekinesis on my father, but that didn't work(which was strange to me, telekinesis has never been hard. In fact, it was one of the first lucid powers I was able to use.) There was a skinny caucasian boy who turned into some kind of robot, his body turned into a metallic tube attached to the ground and his head was a small screen that words would appear on. He called himself a lovemachine and according to him he simulated sex

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I just remembered being on a dimly lit parking lot doing reality checks. I looked at my hands and saw that two of my fingers weren't complete fingers, and I stuck a finger through my hand.

I really should start posting here more often...

Anyway, I definitely had another DEILD last night(I'm finding those to be incredibly easy). However, I can't remember it - I can only remember the transition phase. I know why I can't recall it though. I read that after WILD attempts(DEILD therefore being included) you should not try to re-enter the lucid, even if you think you can. That being because the lucid will end up like every other dream, blurry and hard to recall. Because of recent laziness my recall has taken a sour turn. I guess for the time being, I'll stop attempting reentry after every successful DEILD ;_; Only until my recall goes back up though

And thats why I come and try to make the journaler to post more often, with no recall you forget lucids! Oh right, if you are not going to DEILD as much, should take notes when you wake from a dream.

Originally Posted by Walms

And thats why I come and try to make the journaler to post more often, with no recall you forget lucids! Oh right, if you are not going to DEILD as much, should take notes when you wake from a dream.

I feel like this dream journal is dead...(but cool, just got over 1,000 views )

I'm probably the one killing it with my lack of commitment, but perhaps I could inspire myself once again by starting another DJ with one sole lucid goal in mind?

I suppose you can, but be sure to be consistent with both journals!

I had two lucid dreams last night. The first was DILD, and at the end of it I re-entered by way of DEILD. I can't remember them completely(my recall really has been suffering as of late ) so I posted what I could recall in my waking journal.

Something significant occurred during one of the dreams, however. It's long been a goal of mine to create for myself a dream guide/companion in the form of a cat(I don't want to act on any goals though until my recall has returned), and a prominent scene that I remember is going down an elevator cradling a grey cat in my arms...I don't remember where it came from, and it disappeared early on in the dream.

Oh yeah, I completely forgot not to re-enter dreams so my recall could build back up I can't help it...I jump at any chance of lucidity I get.

Thats good enough, something that works for me is that once I enter the lucid, think about the previous dream, helps a lot with recall.

I'll try and do that(if I can remember while in the dream )

I recalled five dreams today I think one of them was lucid, but I'm not sure, so I won't count it. Anyway, I can completely recall the first two dreams. The third strangely involved another cat...the fourth was my maybe-lucid, and the fifth was extremely cool(though I can't recall it fully). My mom had an ex-boyfriend we found out was a serial killer. He joined forces with a bunch of supervillians in order to kill our family, and I somehow gained telekinesis - which I used to hold them off. An animated Winnie the Pooh made a random appearance

I haven't been posting many dreams lately, so I will record a one from the past tomorrow

I almost became lucid today. I was slipping into sleep paralysis, but I remembered I wanted to wake up early today so I could go on the computer...so I had to break out of it :/ Ah well, maybe next time.

HOWEVER, I did have quite a short lucid a few days ago(DEILD). It was hardly anything, so I won't count it. In the beginning I was holding onto the door of a car, running beside it, trying to keep up with it. When I realized I had re-entered the dream I let go of the door, and flew face first onto the road. That immediately woke me up, and my heart was beating immensely fast. Could that have been from running in the dream? I didn't think that what happened in the dream world correlated with the waking body to that extent...

Sorry again for the lack of meaningful posts :3

Ok.

From now on I will truly try my hardest to post in my dream journal.

Starting now.

Battling, Searching, Chatting, Failing
As I attempt to move I find that I cannot. This excites me, for with my constant tossing and turning I thought I would never reach sleep paralysis. I wait for the usual bouts of vibrations, when something horrifying happens. Though my eyes are closed, I somehow see...I see a demon approaching my bedside. Thin, small, with two miniature horns and claw-like hands. The red imp scuttles towards me, passing my brother completely. Suddenly, sleep paralysis isn't so exciting anymore. I'm shaken, but I've come too far to be denied my WILD. And though movement has left me, my mind is still intact - I know I can use it to save myself. In between wakefulness and sleep, my 'abilities' are at their fullest. I imagine my hand rising. Strangely, a pale arm lifts out of my own, palm faced at the demon. I expel a telekinetic blast, and he is thrown backwards. I cannot savor this victory, as he hobbles to his feet again. His noticeable limp does not stop him, he starts towards me again. I imagine another gust of telekinetic energy and he tumbles through the air again. Now he stops. With heavy breathing, he raises his head. His fully black eyes meet mine for a split second before he disappears - and reappears not a foot in front of me. Before I can react, I feel his body on mine, and I lose sight...

I jerk to a sitting position in bed, eyes open. This world has a different feel to it...I've done it! I reality check to reaffirm what I already know, I have successfully passed into a lucid dream. This is by far the most 'real' dream I've ever had. The first thing in my line of sight is my bookshelf, I can't get over how it looks exactly like the one in waking life. I gaze around my room and appreciate how my mind has perfected every detail of this space. I jump out of bed and run to the stairs, with full knowledge of what I want to accomplish. As I descend, I hold out my hand with the task of the month in mind. Though I imagine a hamburger, nothing appears. I am not in the mood for faulty dream control, and figure it's high time I got myself a dream guide. I'm on the first floor of the house now, and I close my eyes to concentrate. I throw my fist to the sky, and proclaim as loud as I can: 'DREAM GUIDE!'

When nothing happens, I quickly pull down my hand. I feel quite foolish and have to pinch my nose to make sure I am truly dreaming. I can still breathe, so I try once more. 'Dream Guide...? Dream Guide, I need your help-' I'm standing at the beginning of a hallway that leads into the kitchen. On the table, is the silhouette of a cat.

I run to it, but when I enter the kitchen it's vanished. I have no time to feel frustration, for all of the sudden I hear a familiar noise. I turn my head - there it is again, that recognizable bleep. I walk over to the computer and smile, as I glance at the page: the DreamViews chat room. I look at the list of members present in hopes of seeing someone I know, but the letters in their user names keep rearranging themselves. I hear the noise that signals a sent message, and the text that appears is stable:

[woah is he here?]

I gasp. Is he referring to me...?

[dude i think he is!]
[omg wow hes here]

There is an influx of messages. So many are coming in I can't read them all. I get an idea, and tentatively press my fingers to the keyboard:

[Do any of you know how I can get my Dream Guide?]

[haha]
[you are your dream guide]
[silly]

I frown. What on Earth was that supposed to mean? I hear footsteps and jump, and foreseeing that a dream character would be a nuisance and thus ruining my lucid dream, I hastily type again:

[Does anyone at least know how I can get a hamburger?]

[check the fridge]
[lol]

Suddenly my whole family comes through the doorways entering into the kitchen, there noise causing me mental unrest. 'What are you doing on the computer so early in the morning?' scolds my father, at which I mumble an incoherent reply. I try and ignore them the best I can and I walk over to the fridge. Before I can open it my mother taps my shoulder. 'Remind me to go to the store today - we're all out of burgers.'

lol so mean, I wonder why all your DCs acted so real <.<

Originally Posted by Walms

lol so mean, I wonder why all your DCs acted so real <.<

I wish I knew, so I could make them stop! They're so annoying, all of them -_- I noticed that a lot of my dream characters are intent on preventing me from achieving any goals I might have

Thanks for commenting!

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I can't adequately remember the details of my second lucid dream from July 11th, so I won't elaborate on it. Basically my father was trying to harm me, and he chased me out of the house. We ended up on the island that Super Mario Sunshine takes place in. The various characters present all tried to keep him away from me. The remainder of the dream was a complete cat-and-mouse scenario with the island inhabitants on my side.

I had one more lucid (DILD) that day, to which I will give a proper post momentarily...

Distractions From the Flood
A group of male youths and myself are standing on a log, it seems to stretch for miles. Directly beside it is a wire fence, behind this fence lies a patch of green land covered in trees. This is all there is apart from the water. Foamy, brackish water is everywhere, extending as far as I can see. '...Collin.' I turn my head as one of the boys call my name. He looks a little older than me, with pale white skin and black hair going down to the middle of his neck. He's pointing far beyond us and I walk unsteadily towards him to peer over his shoulder. The other boys begin to yell as a truck comes into view, bobbing in and out of the water. Looking closer I see what they're so excited about: there's a woman trapped inside. She's screaming, banging on the windows.

The black-haired boy turns to me, with his head down. 'There's more, I know there is,' he laments. 'There's more of them and they'll never survive the flood. The water's still rising you know.' He hesitates, raising his gaze. I notice he has grey eyes. 'I know you help. I know you can-' For a moment I'm taken aback: does he also know I'm dreaming...?

'Get help!' I jump back and lose my footing, clumsily falling onto the fence. I look up at him and nod, before closing my eyes.

When I open them again I'm in my driveway. 'So there's still dry land..' I run to the front porch and open the door to an empty home. 'Hello?' A shadowy figure makes an entrance at the top of the staircase. My father. I begin to speak when he cuts me off. 'What are you doing here?' he demands. 'I told you...NEVER to come back here again.' Suddenly I hear voices from across the hallway. With one last wary glance at him, I run to the kitchen. When I get there, I can't believe what I see.

It's all empty, save for a television set. On the screen is the grey-eyed boy and his companions, drowning. Just like he predicted, the water's getting higher and higher, the trees almost completely covered. They thrash to the surface and scream my name, only for a wave to push them down again. I feel so stupid for not using my powers to help them before! I attempt to teleport once more, there's still time to save everything - when out of nowhere an axe whizzes past my head.

I scream, and immediately head for the door without looking behind me. I pray in my head for a car, and I see my cousin's blue truck down the street. When I finally get there I lock the doors and hit the gas. 'I wanna wake up,' I repeat, 'I wanna wake up, I wanna wake up!' I'm speeding down the road, yet somehow my father's caught up with me on foot. He brandishes his axe and lodges it into the window of the passenger seat. I'm terrified, and beg to nothingness that I wake up soon. He suddenly disappears only to reappear in the rear view mirror, in a car of his own. I'm too afraid to do anything more - to try and save myself. I cover my face with my hands, clench my teeth in preparation for whatever pain may come. As soon as I let go of the steering wheel, an RV comes speeding in my direction, and we crash head on.

haha, you had your vengance. And was chased for it apparently <.<

Yeah, this is the third time he's tried to kill me in a dream

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I had a lucid dream two nights ago, but I was banned from the computer and so I didn't post it. I see no need to post it now, as I didn't get anywhere and nothing worth mentioning really happened: My house was under attack by soldiers, and I had to protect it from being completely overrun. The whole dream was me hiding at the top of the stairs and beating anyone who came too close with metal nunchucks. I'm usually a squeamish person, but I wasn't bothered by this. Only later was I uncomfortable, when I was forced to stab someone multiple times with a kitchen knife :x I guess it's only the concept of stabbing someone that distresses me...

Anyway, one interesting thing did happen. I remembered reading something that The Cusp had stated on the site: 'Everything in your dreams requires your attention to exist'. So I thought that perhaps if I ignored them, they would cease to exist. I tried this, and soon after I didn't hear anyone in the house. When I went downstairs however, they reappeared again(at which point I lost my nunchucks and was forced to start stabbing ) I've yet to completely read 'The Nature of Dream Control', so I probably got the wrong idea.

I also had a lucid dream last night. While I was thinking about it though, I unknowingly drifted into another dream. So I can't remember it...

The Closest I've Come to Flight
My mom stops the car and hurries out. She runs up to the building, clearly excited, and opens the glass door before turning to me with a wide smile and beckoning me inside. I make a slow exit from the passenger seat. For some reason I just cannot grasp my mother's enthusiasm. I trail indoors a few moments later to find her doing a handstand for some photographers. I shake my head with disapproval and wander off, only to find her in an office holding her first novel - which brought her to the attention of this publishing company - beside her face, smiling for more cameras. The photographers push me out of the way, and after being trampled on I end up in another office. It's dark, and I notice a window that takes up a whole wall. I didn't realize I was on the second floor...I press my hands on it - and fall through.

'Ah!' I fall hard onto a platform about seven feet below me and glance upwards. What idiot would neglect to put up a fourth wall?! After jumping a few times I'm able to pull myself back up. All of the sudden, I hear a scream.

My mother comes rushing into the office, panicked and disheveled: 'Get down!' She pushes me underneath a desk and covers her head with her hands, squeezing her eyes shut. I'm instantly worried and try to peek around the desk. I see a shadow, slowly approaching. 'What is it?' I query. She shakes her head. 'It's him'. I know exactly who, seconds before he passes inside. My father.

Strangely, where worry would usually be I feel a vague sense of heroism. I turn to my mother. 'Don't worry, there's no need to worry. Because - because...because everything requires your attention to exist.'

Remembering this, I coax her out from under the desk, ordering her to crawl on her hands and knees towards the side of the room with no wall. My plan was to pretend like he wasn't there, to ignore him in hopes that he would vanish from my dream. Though I too crawled along the floor - even though I had faith in my newfound fact, there was still a bit of uncertainty in me and I feared what might happen if I were wrong: so still, I tried to avoid detection. We crawled to the edge of the building without being attacked, although I could still somewhat feel his presence. I could hear him coming near, but somehow he never reached us.

I pushed my mother on the platform below, and quickly jumped down myself. When I landed, she was nowhere to be seen. I was infuriated: Here I was saving her when I should have been trying to complete the tasks of the month, and she runs away! I thought about leaving then and there, but what could I do - real or not, she was my mother after all. Rather than risk going back the way I came to look for her, I opted to search for help on the ground. I stood, and jumped.

It felt so surreal...instead of falling to the ground, I floated, and landed on a nearby car. I jumped again, and landed on another vehicle after hovering once more. I did this a few more times before grounding myself. This wasn't an experience I wanted to forget, and I wasn't planning on forgetting it. 'I will remember this dream.'

The next moment my aunt pulled up in a white van a few feet in front of me. My mother's car was hooked up to the back of hers. 'Where's your mom?' I opened my mouth when she spoke again. 'Oh - never mind, there she is.' I turned, and nearly snarled. Her and my father were walking gaily towards us, arm in arm. I turned around so that I couldn't see him, in hopes that he would disappear. However he soon came in to sight. I closed my eyes and concentrated, wanting to get rid of him with some lucid abilities. Of course it didn't work, and I gave my mother a frustrated look. 'We've decided to work things out,' she beamed. He looked my direction and I jumped onto the roof of the car, wary of him. He smiled, and I summoned up as much hostility in my glare as I could.

Hm, but you were paying attention to the evil DC, not visual but still. Next time think of something else!

Trust me, I'm trying! I just don't see how it's possible to unthink something I can divert my attention, but they'll still be on my mind.

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I had a lucid last night(DEILD). Wow - I've got to say, I'm on a roll I've been having pretty much consistent lucids for nearly a week now. If only I could increase my dream control...I suppose I'll have to double my lurking around the on-topic forums. If anyone has any tips they could pass my way, feel free to post!

I'm typing up my dream right now :3

X-Men: Stealth
'Kitty, now.' I nod my head and grab The Professor's wheelchair. With a bit of concentration I push him towards the wall, and we both phase through into a dark kitchen. As the Professor wheels himself ahead of me, I look around. And I just can't shake the feeling that I know this place...the two of us walk into a hallway. Suddenly, the Professor throws out his arm in front of me. 'Back Kitty - I sense someone coming!' We both hurry behind the doorway and hide against the frame. A few moments later a tall woman with brown hair comes down the staircase. I don't know how, but I know her name is Darlene. She pauses at the bottom and glances around the railing - she must have heard us coming in. She's brief however, and begins back to the second floor of the house. We finally exhale, when a puff of smoke appears behind her.

She gasps, turning and clinging the banister, now staring with horrified eyes at what she could only perceive as a humanoid demon. The blue, yellow-eyed creature flicks it's tail and smiles nervously. Darlene screams and tries to run, when he agilely dashes forwards and delivers a swift blow to the back of her head. She collapses, and he executes a perfect backwards somersault, landing at the foot of the stairs as Professor X and I make ourselves seen. 'Stop showing off,' I mutter. He grins, and gives a bow. The Professor gives him a stern look and he straightens up, clearing his throat and coming in line behind us.

We approach a set of double doors. I phase the Professor once more, while Nightcrawler teleports inside ahead of us. I immediately become aware of a gigantic supercomputer across the room. Nightcrawler hops onto the large metal desk it sits upon. Professor X stares at the machine with intensity, and slowly glances up. 'Kurt, the cords are in the ceiling. I need you to go up there and rewire them.' I jumped slightly. 'Let me go Professor,' I said eagerly, stepping up on the desk. 'Only I can do it - I'll have to phase through.' 'Not so, Kitty,' he gently stated. 'I've recently been tampering with with his image inducer. It can now generate abilities as well as appearances. You had better let him handle this.' Hurt, I stepped back.

Kurt snickered, and began fiddling with a little device attached to his wrist. He jumped, and the top half of his body went flawlessly through the ceiling. But then, something strange happened. His legs flail and his tail twitches, and not soon after, his body goes limp. The Professor stirred in his wheelchair and I smirked. 'I expected as much!' I climbed onto the desk. 'He's completely inexperienced, he wasn't ready to use my power.' I phase my hands partly through the ceiling, then solidify them to pull myself up. When my face has come through I gasp. Nightcrawler's head is slumped in front of him, it looks like he's not breathing...'Professor-' I try and phase back down, but my body solidifies against my will. From my neck up, I am stuck in the ceiling! I thrash my lower body in fear, the ceiling is compact around my throat. It's suffocating me...I can't breathe...

Desperation
After minimal vibrations I'm back at the beginning of the dream, though this time in my own body. I realize now that the setting is my house.

*BAMF*

I immediately recognize the sound of Nightcrawler's teleporting and run into the hallway, just in time to see him knock out Darlene. I can't help but giggle when he bows. I turn to the other two X-men, and I become aware that they don't seem to notice me. I follow them into what I can tell is a revised version of my mother's office and see Nightcrawler stuck in the ceiling. Shadowcat seems to have disappeared...It is now that Professor X notices me. 'Go, get Kitty,' he barks. 'Um, I could do it-' 'No,' he cuts in. 'Just get Kitty!' I make my way into the kitchen, and get an idea. I close my eyes, and attempt to transform myself into her. I think I feel myself changing, and try to phase through a table unsuccessfully. I shrug: There's something else I need to do anyway.

I run to the pantry and open the door, sticking my hand in without looking inside. I tell myself that there'll be a hamburger there. I wrap my hands around something and excitedly pull out. I've nearly done it - instead of a hamburger, I have a hamburger bun. I'm a bit frustrated, but I play it off. That makes sense, I think. I mean, the actual burgers would be in the refrigerator, right? I open the fridge and look around, disgusted: the only meat I find is deli turkey.

I go into a rage. I rip open the package and stuff the turkey in the buns, smashing them together. I jam it into my mouth. 'This counts!' I scream to no one. 'I've just completed the basic task of the month - THIS COUNTS!'