My Dream Journal, From Beginning to End

[spockman]

Hello! My name is Aaron. If you would like to learn more about me and my history with Lucid Dreaming, check here. My Intro Page Otherwise, I'll fill ya'll in on how this will be set up. First, I'll ask people not to post here about my dreams. I'd like it to be entirly my journal and to read like a journal. I will have a seperate thread in this section named 'My Dream Journal, From Beggining to End Discussion' to ask questions about, discuss, or do anything else realted to what I post here. Screw it. Nevermind. Post anything you want HERE in THIS thread. As far as format, I realize not everyone will want to read a post and a half about a dream and find out it's about nothing... Therefore before each dream I will have a breif summary of the dreams content as well as some additional information. An entry will look like this.. Date- XXX Time Written At- XXX (What tiem I entered this in my journal. All entries are made immediatley upon waking.) Dream Type- XXX Intrigue-`X/5 (I will rate how thought provoking the dream is from 1 to 5. 5 is potentially life changing. 1 means it is totally pointless.) Interest- X/5 (I will rate how cool the story is if one exists and or if it is a good read form 1 to 5. 5 is this awsome tale/or high thrills experience. 1 means nothing really happens at all.) Summary- XXXXX Body- XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX If you intend on reading the dream all the way through, please skip the summary and stuff until after you've read the body. The summary will be in a hard color to read so you will have to highlight it to get the goods, that way you can't accidentally get spoilers. Each seperate post is a differtent dream session so it may have multiple dreams. Sometimes the same night will have multiple posts since I may have woken up between sessions. Okay, I will try to update this as frequently as possible and with new entries with each day. I look forward to learning from sharing my journal as well as giving you guys a good way to spend your time. Thanks...

[spockman]

Date- 8/27/2008 Time Written At- 6:51 P.M. Dream Type- Non-Lucid Afternon Nap Intrigue-2/5 Interest- 1/5 Summary- There were a few FAs There was a beatiful Asain Girl I remember very little Body-I remeber very little of this dream. Vaguley I recall a few false awakenings but feel that mostly the dream was made up of conversation of little importance. The only image I retained was that of the face of an Asain woman. Date- 8/27/2008 Time Written At- 7:00 P.M. Dream Type- Non-Lucid Afternoon Nap Intrigue- 1/5 Interest- 1/5 Summary- I'm using a friends computer The Computer is wierd I prevent it from getting a virus Body-My friend has a nice computer in reality as in the dream and my brother-in-law and I, (we are good friends in the waking world,) have to do something on it since my computer has the AV09 virus. (It actually does, too.) The com puter is odd since the tower looks like a printer without the paper tray and the moniter looks like a wierd version of an FPD gateway like the one my parents have. Except the computer is all black. It looks only a little like my friends computer in real life but I don't care about that in the dream. My friend isn't home but trusts us (my brother-in-law and I) on his computer. While we are about to get the computer thing done a Norton Antivirus thing pops up as does something about AV09. (That is the virus that screwed up my computer.) I turn off the moniter immediatley upon the pop up flashing to halt the viruses progress and kill it. This method of stopping AV09 actually works in real life and I have done it to stop the virus on other peoples computers before. (This dream was dreamt in the same session as I had my Asian woman dream, but I didn't remember it at all until ten minutes after waking.)

[spockman]

Date- 8/28/2008 Time Written At- 3:30 A.M. Dream Type- Non-Lucid First Sleep of the Night Intrigue-3/5 Interest- 2/5 Summary- It is set in my town My dad really encourages my lucid dreaming Everyone in this alternate reality is really into Lucidity People rank themselves ing overnment, organizations, and among themselves based on Lucid Accomplishments Body-This dream was never lucid but was all about lucidity. It was 'fairly' vivid in feeling. It started with my dad coming home before I went to school with a box of pills that he said would increase my dream recognition. (My dad does sometimes come home before I go to school since he works nights at the hospital.) I just told him about my endeavors last night in reality and it carried through in my dream, I felt really good that my dad was so quickly being supportive of my lucidity and that made me happier than did the actual substances. He also said he researched lucidity and suggested I buy a Nova Dreamer. I told him that I'd rather come to terms with my subconciouss on my own. I would feel better about my strength of will and I would hate to be dependant on a device. (Anyone who uses a nova dreamer or similar device please take no offense, I'm not bashing your methods.) Then I had to go to school. As I went about my day, everything seemed normal to me in dream since everything was physically the same as it is in the concrete world but looking back on it everything was different in society. Everyone just about was a lucid dreamer. People in government and in clubs ranked themselves and each other based on how accomplished of a lucid dreamer they were. All the people recognized the dreamscape as a real place and talked about things they had done sub-conciously the night before. It was as if some parts of aboriginy culture existed in our own.

[spockman]

Date- 8/28/2008 Time Written At- 5:58 A.M. Dream Type- Semi-Lucid Second Sleep of the Night Intrigue- 2/5 Interest- 2/5 Summary- I meet an Ex-girlfriend of mine I realize lucidity just enough to know that my actions will have no consequences I make some Innapropriate Comments to my Ex Awkward! Body-In the dream I am myself as I truly am, a high school upperclassmen. Nonetheless for some strange reason I am having lunch in the cafeteria of my old Jr. High. This situation is out of place just enough to make me realize I'm dreaming. Or at least, I partially realize it. You know that feeling where you can't fully comprehend that you are lucid and don't know that you have any sort of potential control but understand just enough to be aware of the fact that what you say and do has no consequences? That was it. Anyway, my ex-girlfriend from 8th grade, (I probably remembered her since I was in my old Jr. High and this was where we both went to school whilst we were going out,) stood in the cafeteria line next to me. We start talking small talk which isn't unheard of since we still go the same high-school and are on fairly friendly terms. Then she mentions how excited she is to buy a new mini skirt and blouse at the mall after school today. Now that was a little strange and out of character. It was now that I felt like taking advantage of my 'no-consequences' realization and decide to make an inappropriate comment just for the sake of making it. I asked her about the panties she was going to get to complete the outfit and if she was going to wear any. She looked down at her feet and muttered 'yes' but didn't say anymore, obviously embarrassed. The rest of the dream was spent in awkward silence. (I really hope she doesn't somehow find and read this.) Date- 8/28/2008 Time Written At- 5:58 A.M. Dream Type- Non-Lucid Second Sleep of the Night Intrigue- 1/5 Interest- 4/5 Summary- I am in a lab where the evil Cyler is kept I ward off Cyler's mental attacks Cyler escapes X-Men villains ask for my help The dream switches to a first person shooter perspective like the one in Half-Life 2 The flood attacks me, the X-Men villains run, I have to fight off the flood with two pistols Body- I was in this weird facility with chrome walls and such. It was recognizable as a laboratory of sorts but no-one was in it. A shuttle opened up for me out of the wall. It didn't appear; it raced in like the shuttles at airport terminals. Anyway, I got into it and it wasn't a shuttle underground or in a tunnel but one that was on rails like a mild roller coaster far above the floor of the facility. The distance from floor to ceiling had to be thirty feet. The shuttle was on a rail system about 15 feet off the ground. It took me to this room which was supported by wire frames to be an overlook into another room. The 'overlook' as I will now refer to it was an all glass room with a very strange computer terminal on the wall like the one's from Half-Life 2. There are also random terminals scattered throughout the room each with hundreds of key/buttons on it. The room looked a bit like one of those old fashioned computer rooms filled with all sorts of seemingly random consoles scattered about. Suddenly I felt a physic attack. It hurt like crazy. I ran around screaming flailing my arms and hitting into the computers. As I ran around I looked down from the overlook into a chrome room empty save for a glass cylinder with a man seemingly in suspended animation. I knew he was attacking my mind trying to get me to go crazy and smack so many buttons that the system would overload and release him from his prison. I understood that this facility was a detainment canter for super-villains and recognized the man attacking my brain as the dread 'Cyler' from Heroes. I then see an image of Cyler on the screen of the main computer terminal. I finally compose myself because I don’t want to destroy anything and make my way to the screen gritting through my pain. Once at the terminal I see a touch screen in front of me with a list of superheroes and villains. It occurs to me that if I change the viewer focus Cyler will not have a catalyst to attack me through. I touch the image of Captain America, but a pop up comes that says ‘Captain America is not held here, but frozen in a facility in Iowa.’ (Captain America really was frozen for a while in MARVEL history.) I then touch a different image of a man that looks like Jason Wyngarde, (Mastermind from X-Men,) but with a strange but cool villain costume that had a black latex jumpsuit with a widow’s peaking headgear. The screen shows to of him and it says I chose the dread twins and that they are being detained in this facility. Satisfied that the psychic messages stop, I turn around in the overlook and see the room where Cyler is in his glass cylinder. But the cylinder opened and Cyler was on his hands and knees, outside of his cage, looking like Han Solo after he was unfrozen from carbonite. Then I disappeared from the overlook and found myself in the room that I was previously looking down on. Cyler was gone but his cage was there, the glass door open. (It may have been fiberglass.) All of a sudden from a corridor leading in to the room I was in a troupe of X-Men villains came in asking for my help. I noticed pistols lying all over the floor. My vision turned into a first person shooter and a heads up display or HUC went in front of me. I just walked over two pistols ad they appeared in my hand and I was dual wielding them. I held them rigidly and could not change the angle at which I held them just like in a video game. It was strange as I held the guns in a Max Payne fashion. There was an aiming cursor at the middle of my view. It seemed as though I didn’t actually change the way I was aiming my guns, but I moved the cursor in front of me and the guns naturally aimed at them. One pistol in my left hand and my shooting hand was a powerful and semi-slow handgun with a real kick that blew enemies. It was the one from Halo 1. The second gun was quick firing with little kick but weaker. It was the pistol from Halo 2. Both acted just as they should have from the games. Then as the X-Men villains led me through a corridor tons of Flood came after us. (The Flood are parasitic zombies from Halo, in essence.) The villains screamed and ran away leaving me to fight the horde myself. I funneled them into a hallway that way they could only attack me a few at a time and couldn’t surround me. The Flood were of perfect appearance, speed, strength and health as from the Halo games. I was able to take most of them down by just blowing enough chunks out of their rotting bodies to kill them, but a good number just crumpled at my feet. I felt like a total bad A since I never once moved backward or forward, but stayed totally still even when the zombies got within melee range I refused to backpedal. They always died just in time. After I killed the last one the dream ended. Date- 8/28/2008 Time Written At- 5:58 A.M. Dream Type- Non-Lucid Second Sleep of the Night Intrigue- 3/5 Interest- 3/5 Summary- I am a different person My new self is a jerk An old love of my new ego is there A meteor comes down to kill us all I tell the girl to marry me she just screams Peter Petrelli saves the day Body- In the dream I am not myself, but a somewhat slow jerk who looks a bit like Biff from Back to the Future. Nonetheless, a beautiful girl and I, (that is my Biff self,) were once in love and she is with me. I have no connection to this girl in real life. At any rate, the stetting is a grassy area outside of town and a lot of people are there. Why I was with this girl I don’t know, but we weren’t talking or acknowledging each other. Next thing I know, three meteors block out the sun hurtling towards the Earth. The biggest one looks like it is heading straight for me. Everyone starts running and screaming. I run up a hill trying to avoid the thing. Finally, I stop and figure with my impeccable logic that it won’t land near enough to kill us immediately, so I’ll probably just die from the after effects. Then again, maybe not. The realization comes to me that this is Armageddon and I could be dead within minutes. Thoughts rave through my brain. ‘I’m not ready to die.’ ‘I haven’t lived my life yet.’ Then I tell myself I’m not going out like a loser. I turn to the girl and grab her arms, (who had run the same direction as I had,) and I ask her to marry me on one knee amidst the running and screaming and chaos. She doesn’t react but keeps screaming and trying to pull away and run. I get frustrated and tell her again and again, louder and louder. She just keeps yelling louder in fear but stops fighting me. It's so frustrating and maddening; I know this isn’t how it is supposed to go. Upon looking into the sky again, I see that my previous assumption about missing the meteor was dead wrong and it is so close that it will literally squish us. I brace for the impact and hug tightly to the girl even though she doesn’t hug back. Feet before I went ‘squash’ the meteor halts in mid-air, freezes for a few seconds, then turns into a frozen ash thing that pours over us all. It feels very refreshing. I then see that Peter Petrelli, (another Heroes character but the main god guy instead of the villain,) just punched the meteor and did the strange ash thing to save us all. All I remember thinking was ‘Didn’t I see Cyler, (Peter's nemesis,) earlier?’ I actually had seem him in the previous dream.

[apachama]

This is an odd thing to say, but I like how you structure your dream journal. Intrigue and interest, I enjoy the subtle difference there.

[spockman]

Date- 8/29/2008 Time Written At- 5:06 Dream Type- Non-Lucid First Sleep of the Night Intrigue-1/5 Interest- 3/5 Summary- I stash a NERF that I accidentally brought to school in a trashcan and hide it under my shorts I’m in revealing undergarments and run to the bathroom A girl I know follows me into the bathroom and talks to me I teleport into my JROTC room fully clothed I command a squad in a non-sensical game called SWAT My quad does okay at the game as do I Body- I’m at school walking around until I realize I accidentally brought a NERF gun to school. Even though it’s fake I could get expelled for this so toss it in a trash can. I need to cover it up and take my shorts off and throw them on top of the gun to hide it. It works, but I am standing shirtless and pant less in the hallway wearing very see through and ridiculously tight and revealing undergarments that I would never wear in real life. To hide my shame, I sprint into the nearest restroom. My old JROTC instructor, a Master Sergeant, peeks his head into the room and reminds me to get my butt to class as it’s starting. I say, “I need my clothes. Can you grab them in the trash can for me, Sergeant? It’s over in the next room.” I grow distracted as I hear the voice of a girl behind me who is in my real JROTC class and is of a slightly higher rank than I. Startled, I realize my near nakedness and grow very self-conscious. She doesn’t mind or even acknowledge my displayed organs, but tries to make small talk. I politeness, I engage in the discussion but don’t forget my embarrassing scenario. I think that she shouldn’t be in here anyway. Somewhere during the discussion the two of us teleport to a JROTC classroom unfamiliar to me in reality but not so strange in the dream. The teleportation doesn’t startle me or her. In fact I am quite relieved as I arrive in the room fully clothed and wrapping up my conversation with the girl. My current JROTC teacher, a major. is waiting in the room and immediately splits up the 30 or so class members into squads of five. I am split up with four other people actually from my school, (one of which is a girl I like,) and am explicitly reminded to watch my squads back as I am put in command of them. This is a comfortable number to command for me, as in the waking world I am a cadet sergeant and have a detail of my own containing five additional troops. Although I can maintain a level head and comfortable atmosphere in front of a detail I still almost always feel a strange stress and responsibility when given command even for the simplest of duties but not so in my dream. I’m totally fine with it. The reason we were split up into squads and the reason I was told to watch my squads back was because we were preparing to play a game called SWAT. In SWAT the players in their squads split up throughout the school and hold their hands in front of them as if they hold an invisible assault rifle and role-play firing them with a ‘Batatatata’ sound made from the mouth. If a cadet is aiming his ‘gun’ at another cadet and ‘fires’ the cadet is to drop ‘dead.’ How a cadet knows if he or she is hit is entirely subjective but we are encourages by the Major to be honest. Although we are allowed to split up throughout the school, everyone sticks in the main hallway that branches of from the class room. A variety of nooks and crannies to hide in exist and with the starting of the game I promptly take my squad to one with a good degree of stealth. We wait for a squad patiently and sure enough a group of five walks right in front of us. We pretend to ambush them and they all drop as is the rules. Since we, (my squad,) were the first to fire it is rather easy for another squad to find us and flush us out. We push the guilty squad back with blind cover fire but are caught in a cross fire with a third squad and die. Keep in mind at no time does this fire-fight turn into anything more than a make believe game. The second time we play most the class including my entire squad is not up for it. I’m eager to go at it a second time and decide to enter the game alone. Most people are now in squads of 1-2 now so I am not at a disadvantage. As I sneak around the school a bulky and noisy coat keeps appearing on my shoulders which I have to take off three or four times before it stays off. I see in a nook two people crouched against a wall. They fire first and I leap behind a door for cover as I shoot in mid-air. One of the two who I immediately recognize as my command sergeant sophomore year sprints at me ready to make the kill. I fire at his chest before he can do anything and he then gets out of character to say that I was already dead. This is not unexpected as he is a very competitive person. I point at that I dodged his shot as I jumped and shot his chest. He gets very angry now. “No, I shot you when I first saw you!” “No, you didn’t.” The second person comes up along with two others and they all agree that we are both dead as when I jumped I was shot in the leg and then shot my adversary in the chest. We were both shot but since my wound was not immediately lethal I could logically make a dying action. The two of us agree and both pretend to die and the game continues. Date- 8/29/2008 Time Written At- 5:06 Dream Type- Non-Lucid First Sleep of the Night Intrigue-1/5 Interest- 1/5 Summary- My little sister is playing one of my favorite video games I help her out with it a little End of story Body- My little sister, (one of them,) is ten years old. I come across her playing one of my favorite X-BOX rpgs called KOTOR. This game is otherwise known as Star Wars: Knights of the Old Republic. The game is portrayed differently in the dream than it actually is in reality but I don't notice it. My sister has played KOTOR before, but only with my explicit help and instruction. It is fairly deep and complex for a child and someone not into gaming. So naturally, she asks for my help in playing it. She wants to know what conversation choice to make to a Selkath. (Which is an alien fish person.) I tell her, "Say I am from the planet Ryloth." This is an actual Start Wars planet. That's as far as the dream goes. Date- 8/29/2008 Time Written At- 5:06 Dream Type- Non-Lucid First Sleep of the Night Intrigue- 2/5 Interest- 1/5 Summary- In the dream I have an FA In my dream I had dreams In my dream about the dreams I forget to record my dreams within the dream in my journal I kick myself for not writing it down when I forget. Body- The dream began with a false awakening. Funnily enough, upon 'waking' I recall two other dreams that I had actually had earlier that night. These were dreams, one and two, were as recorded previously. I feel as though I should record them in my dream journal next to my bed immediately, but am lazy and lay they for a few minutes. The room is just like it should be as is the dream journal. Everything is remarkably realistically detailed. Once I work up the energy to grab my dream journal to write my dreams down, I have forgotten my two dreams. I am very frustrated and am angry at myself for my procrastination. It is not until I actually awake that I remember the two in dream forgotten dreams. (I hope this made sense.)

[spockman]

In the above posts, I have not included the many times, I'll say eight though I'm sure it was many more than that, that I've come aware then had the dream go away instantly or just fade away. I got over that, though. I've decided only to post my Lucid dreams up here now. If I don't post for a few days it's not because I'm not having good dream recall, it's just that I haven't had any lucids. I've been able to recall about 5-6 per night. I just don't want to flood it with 5 or so useless, plotless dreams daily. I'll still record them in my hardcopy DJ at home, but just not here. Thought I'd let ya'll know.

[spockman]

Date- 9/5/2008 Time Written At- 9:00 Dream Type- Lucid DILD, First Sleep of the Night Intrigue- 4/5 Interest- 4/5 Summary- My friend and I are dispelling a zombie horde. My friend leaves me high and dry. I become Lucid. I try and kill the undead with a boffer (foam) sword. The zombies p0wn me. Body- I am in a factory with a friend of mine. Back story, this friend and I have started a zombie survivalist party in our town. By party, I mean a group of adventurers/survivors. Anyway, the factory must be a paper plant or something, (or it just doesn’t make sense cause it’s a dream. Go figure.) because there are tons of chopped down trees lying around. Then this sorcerer guy casts an illusion spell over the entire population of a nearby town AND raises the dead from a nearby cemetery. The sorcerer commands them all to kill my friend and I. I have no idea what to do, and look to my friend. He doesn’t look the least bit worried. Suddenly, he starts picking the trees up with his mind and telekinetic hand gestures. He drops some trees on a few villagers, wields some like swords being held by an invisible hand and wacks a few as well as rolling some bad guys over with the particularly large trees. “Let me try!” I say and give it a shot, willing the trees to move. They don’t. “Okay, sorry, I can’t do it…” My friend is gone and I am screwed because there are still a lot of zombies left. I call out my friends name and can’t believe he ditched me. Then a little kid came up and handed me my boffer sword. (A piece of metal with foam glued around it.) My friend and I, (the one in the dream,) had made these a while back to spar with. Anyway, I’m thinking… “Are you kidding me?” but take the boffer from the kid. Then I see the metal core of the boffer lying on the ground. ‘Wait, the core can’t be on the ground cause it is inside the boffer… Unless I’m dreaming!’ With my newfound lucidity, I attempt telekinesis once again, this time thinking my dream powers will save me. Wouldn’t you know it? I have no dream control. I resign myself to try and just buff my strength up and whack some zombies like baseballs. That could be fun too. Still lucid, I sprint at the undead horde and start swinging wildly. I hit and hit zombies over and over again. Finally I realize that I am not doing any damage and am surrounded and killed. I’m still able to think though and figure I’ll try and stay in the dream and go to a different one since I desire to not waste my lucidity. I will myself into a new dream but instead a load screen to my next dream pops up. ‘What!?” I’m frustrated now especially since the load bar is moving very slowly. I recognize it as being reminiscent of the load screen from the game Morrowind. I use the time to collect my thoughts and think about the task of the month. I figure as soon as I enter a new dream I’ll try it. Unfortunately, when the load bar gets to the end only half my consciousness is transferred to a new dreamscape. Part of me was still in the load screen and part of me had a dream body and was in a white expanse. Both had separate thoughts, (mine,) and both could here the thoughts of the other. I couldn't make anything happen in my dream because I couldn't focus my attention on anything. As the dream body, all I could hear were the thoughts of the load screen feeling cheated that he's still there. As the load screen, I got really aggravated and I was afraid it would wake me up. Since I expected to wake up, a false awakening happened but only a thirdway. Now, part of me was in a fake awakening state, part was in a boring white expanse, and part was still stuck in the load screen! Once again, all had three separate thought processes and could all here one another’s thoughts. I was all in agreement that the three of me should try and mesh with he consciousness in the white expanse since that was the one that I/We thought was the real lucid dream. We fought hard, but to no avail. In the end, I woke up into the FA and thinking it was a real awakening I lost lucidity.

[spockman]

Date- 9/8/2008 Time Written At- 10:00 AM Dream Type- Lucid, Uncertain what type, Maybe a DILD? Uncertain which sleep of the night. Intrigue- 5/5 Interest- 2/5 Summary- Most realistic feeling dream I've ever had Control was very hard but possible There was almost sex It felt almost eerily real Body- You know that dreamy feeling a dream has? Even if a dream has sensory feelings and is very vivid and has depth, realism, etc. it still has that dreamy feeling. However we don't always recognize whether or not we are dreaming because we don't usually consider it. When we do, we recognize that the dreamy quality is there, do an RC, and boom. Lucid DILD. Consequently, when we are awake we know that we are awake. We have that awake feeling accompanied by conciousness. Also, generally we don't analyze whether or not we are dreaming but if we do it's easy to tell that we have that awake feeling. Not so in this dream. Every semblance of that dremay feelign was absent fromt he start of the dream. Every tiny detail about my house and street was accurate. A little bit down the road things where somewhat varied from reality but felt no less concrete. I looked and things and percieved them with the quality only my eyes have brought me int he past, but this time my sub-concious provided perfect sight. I felt things and the texture and stimulation was all perfect. It began in my front yard. Right off the get go, I knew I was dreaming. well, part of me did. It is more accurate to say from the start part of me knew. Most of my person wanted to dispell such thoughts. I had that 'awake feeling' very distinctly. But part of me still kept saying 'this isn't real.' The world around me was stable. RCs were useless. Instead, to check I had a different idea. I tried to levitate. It failed. I tried again, this time I focused every part of my forward mind, blocking all else out except the pure willpower to levitate. My mind hurt like a very bad migraine but with a strange phsycic quality about it. Somehow I thought that meant it was working. I had my eyes shut. The pain grew unbearable and when I opened my eyes I saw that I was three feet off the ground. Then I realized I wasn't dealing with mental pain but mental strain. Here I considered if I was dreaming or if I was just bending the laws of reality with my mind. I remeber thinking that maybe all that is solid and real is perception, and that dreams are just easier to control then reality but neither is more or less possible to alter. When I thought about this I fell since my concentration was compromised after losing focus on my levitation. I decided to try and bound. Up and down I jumped, at least seven feet per jump. Generally, unrealistic actions would cause the world to feel less realistic. On the contrary, it madfe everything more wondrous. With each jump I needed to put in every bit as much thought as I had done with my levitation. I relaxed and stopped moving, now in the middle of my street. I came to the conclusion that I was asleep, but that this was more than a dream. A girl walked up. She was beautiful and consistent. Something was mystical and entrancing about her. We began to take off our clothes. She got undressed faster. It wasn't simple dream lust. There was something deeper about it. We never got to finish. She was naked when my father started to come out the front door. I told her to run. She booked it around the corner. I quickly put on as many clothes as I could but couldn't get them all on. (Keep in mind readers that I did not loose lucidity ever. I was in an almost transient state of awareness where I thought it was more than a dream, different than reality. MY responses and reactions are based on that assumption.) My dad got offensive and asked questions. Some of my clothes were still lying around. I ran. Around the corner after the girl. I tried to find her agian. I even went into the ditch behind my house thinking that it would have been a good place to hide. She was gone.

[spockman]

Date- 9/9/2008 Time Written At- 6:40 AM Dream Type- Lucid, DILD, Second sleep of the night. Intrigue- 2/5 Interest- 2/5 Summary- I’m in a Nazi prison. Hitler tries to kill me. I become lucid. I will away all Nazis. I screw up the dream. It ends. Body- I am in a Nazi prison. It’s dank and dark and cold and really dirty. It’s this underground dungeon type thing. We have Nazi guards and in the prison there are some other people with me. Some are friends or family and some I don’t know. Everyone looks like crap. I consider telling them about my Jewish heritage as to not deny who I am out of fear. Instead, I do something else which lets them know. I also hope that it will raise moral and please God. I start singing ‘Praise Adonai.’ The Nazis get really pissed and go and get someone. It turns out to be Hitler. I’m really frightened now but try and continue singing. My throat gets choked up so I’m singing really quietly and can’t raise my voice any louder. Hitler opens up my cell to do something, I’m not sure. With the door open I decide to run. I sprint as fast as I can down the hallway. Hitler apparently had a sniper rifle and he gets me in the back. I don’t die but collapse on the ground. I am able to pull myself up despite the blood and pain. (Yes, I felt pain very distinctly in this dream.) I try to sprint around a corner but he no scopes my head as I go. Falling to the ground, I think I’m dead. I kind of hope it actually that way I can’t be tortured or anything. I even leaned my head into it when he shot. I don’t die though. (Which should have been a dream sign but oh well.) I get up again and make it around the corner and there is a dining hall for where the Nazis eat. I am cornered and Hitler shoots my feet, then my legs. I collapse. He comes up to me and gets my kneecaps. I start singing again then tell him that he can’t take away the fact that my last words are praise to God. I say ‘Praise Adonai’ once more. I spites him so Hitler grabs a candlestick off the table to bludgeon me to death. I’m afraid but suddenly realize that there is no way I could survive all the punishment I’ve been through and realize it’s a dream. Before Hitler starts beating me with a candlestick, I scream, “Nazi’s disappear!” Hitler disappears and I have a feeling that I won’t see any more Nazi’s in my dream. Then it gets foggy and I feel detached. ‘No…’ I don’t want to loose the lucid and close my eyes to teleport. It starts to feel like I’m awake and just pretending I’m still in the dream. When I open my eyes I either woke up or I woke into an FA that I thought was real. I can’t remember.

[spockman]

Date- 9/11/2008 Time Written At- 6:40 Dream Type- Lucid DILD, First Sleep of the Night Intrigue- 4/5 Interest- 2/5 Summary- I am in a 1940s highschool. I'm with a girl. In dream I love, (think I love,) her. I become lucid and my feelings don't dissapate. I spend as much time as I can with her before I wake up. Body- I've been having alot of lucids lately. This was the fourth in a week! The setting is the 1940s and I start off non-lucid. I'm a highschooler like I am now but my vernacular and dress fit the time. My friends are also stereotypical 40s and we're driving in a classic sports car. (It was a modern car in the dream.) There were four people in the car. My two 'in dream best friends.' And my 'in dream girlfriend' are all in the car. We just left a dance and are dressed for the occassion. I know that I have incredibly strong feelings for this girl. We never do anything deep. We carress a few spots on each other but nothing beyond a playful tush smack or two. At some point in the dream I became lucid. I didn't want to believe it at first. Mostly I didn't want to believe that the girl would dissapear. Rather than leave the lucid dream and do lucid stuff, I stay with her. She seems incredibly deep. Not like a regular DC since I have a significant emotional connection with her. I talk to her and stay with her until eventually we say goodbye to my friends and leave the car to be alone. Nothing sexual happens. I respect her too much for that. There were a few times where I felt like I was going to wake up, but by sheer willpower I stayed in the dream. I didn't use spinning or any tricks. I just felt so strongly about staying with her that I couldn't just let the dream end. When it finally did I woke up without any memory of her. It wasn't for about a half-hour upon awakening that everything poured back in my mind like a floodgate. Something tells me she was the same girl from my 9/8/2008 lucid. She looked the same for one. But more importantly that same feeling that I had with the 9/8/2008 girl was there. But the attachment was stronger this time even though the world was not 'quite' as vivid. Though it was realistic.

[spockman]

Date- 9/16/2008 Time Written At- 8:00 AM Dream Type- MILD, Second Sleep of the Night Intrigue- 3/5 Interest- 4/5 Summary- I become Lucid. Along with two other guys a hardcore gun action scene unfolds. I am not able to have sex with a girl. I turn into a woman. I change back into a man and have an un-gratifying quickie. I do some more ‘nade lobbing and shooting. I wake up. Body- As it’s a MILD, I start out fully aware that it’s a dream, but it’s all kind of strange. It takes me a while to collect my thoughts and when I do I become fully aware that I’m lucid. I’ve no desire to use force control. I figure I’ll go with the dream. Then I see two guys. One’s my RL friends and the other is with him. My friend tosses me a sub machine gun and I look down at my belt to see that I’m loaded with grenades. Coming to the conclusion that it will be an action dream, I think, “I’m game.” And take in my surroundings. It’s this sewer place with high ceilings and support pillars everywhere. I forget what lead up to it, but we then became surrounded by baddies with automatic guns themselves and the three of us take a few out together with some well placed shots before we take cover behind the pillars. Slowly but surely we lower the enemy forces with peek shots and with bullets where we barley look around the corner and aim. I don’t know who started lobbing grenades first my team or the enemy but it isn’t long till we get flushed out and run from the battle. We go through the sewer passageways and loose the remaining force. The three of us then see three chicks coming at us. We decide to make it like a real action movie and have a good sex scene. Myself and the girl get ready to do it and strip down. I’m hovering above her in anticipation because mine is really hot. Before I go down, I Take a deep breath and relax as not to destroy the dream with excitement. I close my eyes to calm but when I open them she is gone. I’m pissed and look around for her but can’t find her. It’s then I see an old Asian women. (I believe she was an older manifestation of the same girl in my first recorded dream in my DJ.) She seems very knowing and I then remember one of the old Monthly tasks that I thought would be interesting. I ask her to change my gender into an assassin Geisha chick so I can continue the battle as a woman. She looks at me like a child with a smile on her face and I realize that she can’t just change me. “Okay, I’ll do it to myself but could you at least help it along? At least with the proper clothing and equipment and such?” she nods and I feel more confident that she will at least be involved in the process even though I’ll have to do most of it myself. With concentration I look down and I’m a chick. It’s a very shallow transformation. Entirely aesthetic. I feel the same. I can’t register any extra weight anywhere. I only look different. Oh well. I then see a squad of enemy soldiers and take them all on with some wicked ninja Matrix martial arts. I start getting shot at again and turn back into a male. My buddies are gone as is the old woman. I take cover behind the pillar and bits of it fly off. I decide that I still am feeling cheated out of getting dream laid and try and summon up a new girl. The force control hurts the dreams clarity but it’s okay. She runs up to me while I’m still with the back to the wall avoiding the gunfire. Spoiler for A tad graphic: I give a quick thrust but can’t even feel it. She reacts a bit but I give up on it. Oh well. I lob a grenade as I run to the next beam since mine is getting beaten down. (Keep in mind that all my descriptions of the high octane parts of dream are only as I remember them. Action scenes are almost always a little iffy for me when it comes to recall so I might remember wrongly since I had to strain to recall specific action moves. Like after a real life exciting occurrence, adrenaline hurts memory. In a dream, it’s like adreamaline. Hehehe.) Anyway, the dream looses more and more stability until I wake up. Or maybe I awoke into an FA. I can’t remember.

[spockman]

I've had maybe 4 LDs that have been ruined by this certain sexual topic which is apparently 'taboo' for my dreams. It's ceased to pervade my lucids, but has entered many of them and upon thinking about the 'topic' I almost always awaken. Date- 9/22/2008 Time Written At- 9:20 AM Dream Type- MILD, Third Sleep of the Night Intrigue- 2/5 Interest- 3/5 Summary- I become lucid and turn the world into a zombie scenario. I am at the mall. My gun is fake, so I run to my friends hold-up house. My friend has clones. I kill one and destroy the clone making machine. Body- In my dream I was at an area near a mall. This is not my real town in the dream and I've never seen this mall before. The surroundings are full of shrubberies and such. This lack of familiarity kind of tips me off. I realize I'm lucid and the first thing I can think of is a zombie dream. A guy is standing next to me, (about 15 years?,) and I say to him, "Look, everyone's turned into zombies and are trying to eat our brains! Run, there's one coming around the corner!" In fact, the dream world had been totally normal up until now, but sure enough flesh eating zombies ran around the corner. A garage was nearby and the kid jumped on his scooter and took off for it. I told him that I'd catch up, I just needed to take down some zombies first. No weapon was nearby but I figured if I just pulled my hand to look like a gun and pulled an imaginary trigger a gun would appear. The first couple shots hurt the zombies. (About 30 were running at me.) But when I looked down at my hands there was nothing there. After I realized that I was shooting nothing it didn't work. I did the same thing with a shotgun that I pretended to whip out from a back strap. It didn't work either. So, with the undead upon me, I bolt towards the garage. Once inside, the kid has been waiting for me. I turn around to realize that the zombies are right on my tail. We try and close the garage door but the zombies stop it with groping hands about a foot before the ground. The kid and I grab a hammer and smack and stab the arms until we can slam the door shut. I run to the basement of the garage to see what I can find and sure enough there is a motorcycle. "Score." I think. Then I see my RLfriend, (the same one who left me high and dry in the dream, 'The dead, the dreaming, and the loading, a zombie tale!') He is working on the bike to fix it. "Hey!" I greet him. He turns around and waves then gets back to work. A little non-chalant but whatev. Then someone starts to turn around a corner.As soon as it comes into the light I hit it in the temple with my hammer, sure that it's a zombie. But it's my RL friend! I turn to look at him, he's alive working on the bike whilst his dead self is lying on the floor at my feet. Then I see clones of his pour into the room in droves from this hallway. I figure that thousands of the same guy will spoil my dream and I go down the hallway searching for the source of the clonage. I see that the clones are coming out of this little room. I enter it and see a long rectangular pit thousands of feet down with staircases circling all the way to the top. I also see a pulsating blue light, distant, where the clones are apparently being made and coming up the staircases. Reacting, I throw my hammer at the blue thing. It falls for a while, but finally hits it's target. Then, the a great blue surge starts coming up through the pit. (Think the death star when the emporer was thrown into it's core.) I run out of the room and slam the door shut to see all the clones dissapear. Then I awaken.

[spockman]

((I've probably had about 6 or so LDs that I remembered clearly since I last posted, but they've not been interesting save for one that was very vivid where I used telekinises to fly. The telekinises was cool feeling. Anyway... This one was cool, so here it is.)) Date- 11/14/2008 Time Written At- 10:20 AM Dream Type- DILD Intrigue-2/5 Interest- 3.5/5 Summary- I was Nathan Petrelli from the beginning, although I randomly changed to Peter and back to Nathan periodically. There was a semi-coherent espionage story though I forgot alot of it. Body- I start off as Nathan Petrelli and my thoughts are in line with Nathan's. Lucidity is not sudden but gradually attained. That's never happened before. Anyway, so I'm Nathan and I am somewhat naive about the forces at work behind the scenes, (as Nathan has been before.) And so, I'm manipulated into doing some wort of survelliance thing on Peter. I'd like to say how I knew where Peter was and that I pulled some political strings to get the survey stuff up, but I can't since my story wasn't totally sensible. But it was pretty good, at any rate! Let me define that although I've forgotten most of the details, even my aware mind picked up on no inconsitencies. Also, I forgot alot since it was long. Back to the dream. At this point I went outside and saw Peter. We needed to leave really quick for some reason. By this point I'm lucid but still somewhat in the mindset of Nathan and enthralled in the story. I explicitly remember thinking that by grabbing Peter and flying together, we can both fly faster. Plus, I was really unconfident in my flying ability since I've not been great at in most of my lucids, (I've usually ended up losing control and just flying off as if I was launched by a giant catapult.) I figure that if I grab Peter and he starts flying first, by the time I'm in the air I'll be able to fly myself; like a buffer. Anyway, I slowly start to lift off the ground and it feels almost like I'm being pushed upward but I fell no pressure under me. I also get that light headed feeling like on those carnival rides where your seat drops faster than gravity? At any rate, it feels awesome and eventually I let go of Peter and start zooming through the air with my arms at my sides. The higher I go, it actually gets colder and I can feel my speed as well as teh wind against my face. IT's so utterly satisfying! When I feel like I got to where I needed to go I tryed to land by throwing my feet in front of me and slowing down. I end up coming to the ground at an angle but I hit one of those wierd type signs... ...stomach first and flip over it. I'm in the middle of the woods to. I washoping that it would hurt, because that woul imply that my LD was more vived. Instead, it just feels tingly and it stings. Randomly I turn into Peter and I realize that I am being watched. Apparently, dream Peter lives on an island and this wierd lighthouse thing is keeping an eye on me. I shoot it with energy from a far distance and it shatters. There is a second one and fly to find Nathan, pissed because I know he's behind this second one. I find him, (the wierd survey bouey thing is still on the horizon?,) and am Pissed! (Although aware of myself, I still adopted the persona of my role.) I believe I turned into Nathan again and tried to explain to Peter why it was neccesary. The reasons behind it where bull crap, though, and I knew it! (I say 'I' knew it because I'm Pete again.) But I don't have time to fight with Nathan because I sense that Sylar is comming. Not nice Sylar from season three but evil Sylar! The things on the walls, (I met Nathan at his house,) are flying off as Sylar comes walking down the hallway. I charge up my flame, lightning, and prepare my telekinesis. The battle was semi-epic, I was thrown into a wall or something and knocked silly. For the life of me I can't remember the climax! Or even that there was a climax. There was more to it... Alot. Perhaps I can only remember the lucid parts? I vageuly recollect other stuff but I know that I was lucid for what I've told thus far.

[spockman]

This is only about my 30th Lucid, but I think I'm going to really go for it and get back into it! Date- 3/14/2009 Time Written At- 5:20 AM Dream Type- Really Wierd Induction Method. Will conduct further research. Intrigue-2/5 Interest- 2/5 Summary- I have sex with this girl in a library. But we have our bottom haves under a table so no-one sees. Body- I was in my school library that wasn't really my library at all. Hmm. I remember before I got there I had missed the bus. How did I get to school? No idea. Anyway, some Indian chick is reading a book at a table in the corner of the library. Although there are many things that I want to do lucidly, I have the sudden urge to do her. (By Indian, she is from India. Not Native American.) I sit across from her at the table, reach under and pull down her pants to her knees. I then reach up and peel back her panties. She reaches under and does the same to my jeans, though I just go through my boxer flap. We do it, and we are quiet but I have a humping motion. No-one notices anything. When we are done, I put my clothes back on, so does she, and then I woke up. It's worth saying that a couple times I lost touch in my hands. For some reason, by touching her underwear again my senses would always return. Other than that is was very vivid and I could feel things pretty well. In that I do mean I could feel certain things pretty dang well.