Thread: Into the Rabbit Hole

Nina.
Do your lucid dreams usually contain characters that you know? that would be nice.
Most of my dreams lucid or not are DCs that I do not know, That I know of.
What a great interaction you could have.
Cool dream BTW!

Just depends...sometimes I know my DCs sometimes I don't. That last dream wasn't lucid though. Just really vivid I guess.

So I realize I haven't updated my DJ in a long time. I need to start doing that alot more often. But my dream last night really made me feel something, so I decided I should update.

First of all...I had a dream that I had a baby. Ok, really freaky I know, but I think it was about more than just "having a baby" it was about...having a purpose. I remember thinking how I never wanted kids, and then when my baby came it was the most beautiful thing ever, and then I wanted to live...for her. Because she gave me a purpose and a direction and a meaning in my life. It was no longer about me...but her. So I think I just need to find out what all this means. Cause yeah...I don't want a baby lol.

Other dream was about...my sorority and my volleyball team. I remember being really enthusiastic. Everything was nostalgic. I was going to lead the cheering for rush...and I remember being the loudest and best people there, it was in Miami. Some school or camp in Miami. But then some of our girls got kicked off the "team" I dunno how my sorority suddenly turned into my volleyball team. My sister was there, and so were my parents, watchin in the stands. She kicked the girls off the team, just to look good for the judges because they were upset these girls were talking about new members when they shouldn't have been. No one knew what happened so I decided to proclaim that I was resigning. I told JP that I am very sad and that I was looking forward to leading her team but that I couldn't be a part of something so shallow and hypocritical and nasty. I walked away. I regretted it...when no one followed behind me. I watched the girls who got picked for the team and felt jealous but still...I walked away.

Next dream I was on a boat with my sister, and our other housemate, Joel aka Rtex. I was really sad because my sister had been in Miami for about a week, she wanted to give things a try. Then me and Joel came down to live there too. And we had only been there for 2 days when my sister decided that she didn't like it here, and that she wanted to leave and go back home. She wanted to go to cincinnati, and then to new york city to try things there. Joel didn't want to come back with us to cincinnati so he was going to go back home to texas. I was sad and mad at my sister because I really had no say in what happened. It really just made me realize that there is SO MUCH that I still want to do here. That I am really taking being here for GRANTED. I remember the feeling of being torn away from this place without a choice and it made me miserable but there was nothing I could do. Now I want to do lots more.

*slaps wrist*

I WILL write more in my DJ
I WILL write more in my DJ
I WILL write more in my DJ

Ok, now that that is out of the way...let's see. Last night there were tornados and nuns. Kinda strange. Really really old ladies...not dressed up in nun outfits...but more like the nuns we had in grade school, dressed like...uh old ladies. Yeah I dunno. So there was tornados coming. I was with people I didn't know, in Miami, driving...but the traffic was awful. It was like everyone was caught out in the bad weather and scrambling for cover. We turned back and found shelter in this old building that was a convent on a cliff...it was all stone. Made of rocks. So I thought it looked sturdy? hah. We went inside and watched the weather get worse. I looked out on the ocean and saw tornados in the distance. The wind came...and the typical tornado bad stuff happens...I find cover and I'm ok as usual.

I can't remember too much of this other dream...but my sister and I bought a house somewhere. I think in Miami...but it didn't seem like Miami cause it was in a little meadow with woods behind it. The grass was sooo soft and my mom and dad came to visit and we all walked to the house barefoot, enjoying the grass.

I think that's all for now. I'll update more.

I need to start writing in here more...there's 4 lucids I've failed to remember as a result of not writing shit down. Anyway, lately I've been having very interesting, vivid, and usually crazy/scary dreams. I attribute this to the 5-htp supplements which I've read can cause nightmares. Here's one from this morning.

There was once a huge beautiful house that rested at a sharp end in the road. Though now it had fallen into decay, and was so old that the wood would splinter and crack as you walked through it. The paint had long peeled off. And every warmth that it once possessed had disappeared. The house was several stories high, and sat on a a very very steep hill. The backyard of it swiftly swept down into a dense forrest that encompassed all sides of the house. In the backyard also there was a barn...half built on stilts to keep it from slanting with the hillside.

Inside this house a young boy was born. The only kindness and love he ever knew came from his mother, who was the only thing that mattered to him in the entire world. But there were other things that lived inside this house as well. Very very dark things. Creatures. The woman's husband, lived inside the house as well. He was angry all the time...trying to rebuild the house that was falling apart. He took out his anger on his son, the little boy...who he would beat. The father hated the son. Other men lived there as well. These were no ordinary men. They all hated the boy, they were always angry, and they moved like shadows. One had the face of a pumpkin man. None of them were...normal. They all were some sort of character, and they were constantly searching for the boy...trying to kill him. The boy spent his time hiding. He couldn't spend time in his room. He couldn't make it upstairs to see his mommy, the one thing he really cared about. Sometimes he would call for her...but the bad men would hear him and they would come faster...and the little boy had to run and hide faster.

The little boy ran outside the house, into the backyard, and entered the barn. There he ran into another boy, who was quite a bit older than he, and was actually in some form the little boy's older brother. This boy had an unrealistically thing body, and the head of a large egg, with glasses. His brother was an egghead boy, an obvious abomination created by the mother and one of her freakish lovers who lived inside the house. But for some reason, the men didn't hunt or hurt this egghead boy...they left him alone for the most part. And he wanted to help the little boy. He told the little boy to climb to the top room of the barn and live there.

The little boy did exactly this, and from the top room of the barn, he would often stare out of the large open window at the old house and see the shadows passing through his home. He would usually just keep his eyes on the top floor of the house, where he would from time to time get to see his mother through the large sliding glass windows at the top of the house. The boy would lay there, just staring at her. Wanting to call out to her. Sometimes the egghead boy would bring food and other things for the little boy...and after some months had passed by the little boy had a nice little room set up for him there in the top floor of that barn. After so much time had passed, the creatures and men or whatever they were inside the house began to think that the boy was dead and stopped hunting him. Even the boy's own mother had given up hope...though sometimes she would still leave the house and walk the hillside in the backyard looking for him.

One night, the boy fell asleep with the light on in his little room...one of the mean saw this and yelled in a horrifying tone all the way from the house, "there he is!" the boy shuttered awake. Frantically the egghead boy came to the little boy and told him that he only had one chance, for the others would soon be after him and beat him...probably to his death. The egghead boy gave him a black plastic bag and in his room he had a large stuffed panda bear. The egghead boy gave him instructions on what to do and then left quickly.

Soon all the evil men came out of the house...along with the little boy's mother and they stood outside on the hill looking up at the barn. "Come down my sweet child!" yelled the mother. She didn't seem to know that the other men would hurt him. They were so evil, the little boy never understood why they hated him so much. Then the little boy yelled, "No! I can't. They will hurt me. I don't want to go on living!" Then he pushed the plastic bag stuffed with the panda bear out the window...and it fell...so far. It fell into a creek like gorge that passed under a small part of the barn and the men watched as it hit the bottom and the mother shrieked in horror and pain.

They all went back inside the house, while the mother lay there, crying. Soon she too went back inside the house. The little boy knew his mother wouldn't leave him there...so he left the barn and climbed down into the creak where the bag lay and climbed inside. He waited there. Soon his mother came back to take care of her sons body and she found him there...alive! They rejoiced and hugged...the little boy was so happy to be with his mommy again. She took his hand and began to lead him inside the house. The boy was terrified yelling at her that he couldn't go in there, and that the bad men would kill him. He looked up to his mother, trying to get away...but her eyes had gone completely white. "Trust me." she said, "It'll be alright." So the boy went with her to the top floor of the house where her room was and she left him there.

The boy watched as the shadows began to grow nearer...but for some reason...he wasn't as afraid as he had been. The pumpkin man entered the room and screamed and lashed out at the little boy. The boy grabbed his pumpkin shield fromt he man's hand and knocked him out of the huge sliding glass doors at the top of the house. He watched the man roll down the hill, and then the boy yelled. "Now you...you go live in the barn!" Then another man entered...and the same thing happened. He fought him and won. And sent him running off to the barn.

After this I began to wake up, before the boy could defeat all the creatures. I began to think about why the men hated the boy so much. And then it began to seem obvious. The little boy's mother almost seemed like a demoness, a woman so beautiful she could have any man. And she ensnared all sorts of "men" into her home. But she did not love any of them. They would all fall madly in love with her but she wanted nothing to do with them, so they were trapped inside the house. Not wanting to leave. And miserable, because they loved a woman who would never love them back. In fact, the only thing she could ever love was her little boy. And the men were jealous of this and wanted to kill him because of it. It almost seemed like the men had been there so many years...along with the woman...that they were all perhaps dead even. More like ghosts than real people. The little boy was the only one who seemed real.

Hey that is pretty freaky. Sounds kind of like they were souls, maybe? Souls of people she had devoured or possesed or something. This kinda reminds me of Poltergeist - the little boy is like Carolanne. How all the 'ghosts' wanted her and were drawn to her because she had life.

Anyway, that's a pretty elaborate dream. Could you PM me these supplements you're tryin out? I've run out of the one I've been experimenting with and instead of ordering more I might wanna try somehting different.

Had the best dream this morning. There was some travel program where kids or teens or something would go somewhere for camp...like a few months. There were places all over the US and a few outside the US as well. I met with this lady in charge and we visited one of the campes, I think it was in like TN or something. Anyways, I remember getting a phone call from her and she told me that she liked me so much she was going to make me manager of the "insert exotic name here" camp. I was thrilled! I remember not knowing exactly where the hell this place was, just that I knew it was somewhere in the South Pacific and it was absolutely gorgeous. I remember telling my mom about it...and packing my things up...and then flying there. She showed me where I would be staying and such, and then I remember jumping off a really high cliff into the water below. This dream left me with such an amazing feeling upon waking up. That lingers still.

Well I've come to the conclusion that my lack of lucids is directly related to adderall. Whenever I stop taking it...even for a day...I have lucids so easily.

Today I took a nap and was lucid before I knew it. I felt that characteristic humming/pressure in my head and pushed into it...with my mind...and was in a lucid. I wanted to see someone I hadn't seen for awhile. A guy that I used to really like back when I was in school about a year ago. Strange though cause I haven't thought about him much and I don't know why I suddenly decided to see him in my dream.

I went to a chair he was on...I think I was only maybe semi-lucid at this point...and talked to him about a friend of mine that I know he likes. He seemed sad and wouldn't let me leave. What happened after that is...well...for a private journal entry I suppose lol. But it was alot of fun. I went in and out of my lucid several times but it was extremely easy to go back into it once I had fallen out. I just felt that same pressure in my head...and layed still...and was lucid once more. It went on for awhile...and actually finished the dream which pretty amazing for me. Heh.

Good times. Hopefully lots more to follow.

I was a bit disappointed that I didn't get a lucid last night. Or this morning. So I took adderall (sigh)...I wonder if I can be able to achieve an LD in spite of this.

Anyway...last night I had many vivid dreams, but they all seemed to flow together into one long one that made no sense. There were lots of girls from high school, from my volleyball team, and even my college sorority all mingled together. In one part they were all wearing bright spring colored dresses and cheering because we had just graduated. For some reason they were standing on a huge lawn to form a tunnel that my v-ball team would typically run through...I have no idea why we did this at this time. Another part of the dream...they came to my sorority or school or whatever to hire extras for a TV series. I remember swimming...in a big olympic sort of pool outside and I couldn't audition because I had other obligations. I got out of the pool and watched them filming the show across the street with some of my friends acting in it. I took off my kneepads that were soaking wet because apparently I was swimming in them, and got into this hot tub (?) that was on some bleachers...ok...too confusing. Interesting night though.

Hmm last night the first dream I remember there was a giant. He was about 3 or 4 stories tall...and he was tearing through this what looked like the inside courtyard of an outdoor mall or something, either way it was really huge. He was looking for me, I didn't know why, but I was terrified and I would hide in different places. Wherever he walked to I would go the opposite way...under tables...through corridoors...and hiding in buildings and such. I think he finally got hold of me but I don't remember what happened after that.

There was another dream...something about a motorcycle that I can't remember that well. In this other dream a few of my friends were in it. Strangely enough, one of my good friends from college and one from HS were best friends in it. We were sitting in a classroom, I had something I wasn't supposed to have. I don't remember much about it.

At one point I remember rush week...some friends and I drove past our sorority house during rush week and beeped really loud and cheered and crap. Most of the girls came out running after us, they were dressed up like cavegirls lol. My sister had borrowed my car, and she and some people came to my apartment...then when I was trying to find my car that she had parked...apparently drunk...I couldn't find it. She said she didn't remember where she parked the car but that it was an "ill parking job" . No clue what that meant. I walked so long looking for my car that I got lost trying to find my way back home. Alot of times in dreams I can't find my way home. Streets look unfamiliar and everything is confusing.

I spent awhile lucid this morning, though for the most part it was a bit blurry. I would look at my hands and use the verbal command "stabilize lucidity now" and it would work for a bit. But I had to look at my hands several times to keep the dream from fading. And even when it did fade, and I woke up...I just allowed myself to sink back into lucidity.

Let's see...I have trouble remembering where this one starts. I was in a classroom and I entered late. I think I had been smoking a shitload of weed because I was geeking out like mad. I couldn't stop laughing and I thought everything was hilarious. I took my seat because we were supposed to take some test. I asked for the test from the teacher and she asked me if I had my book because the test was in the book. I remember laughing hysterically at her and my other classmates. I was fumbling around, knocking desks around...and laughing like a mad woman. I don't remember exactly at what point I became lucid...perhaps it was from the maniacal laughter...but I started shouting at everyone that they were stupid and pathetic and just dream characters.

Well, then I felt kinda bad. I mean...I didn't recognize any of them. And the thought crossed my mind that I might actually by some slim change be one some other astral plane or whatever and I didn't want to make a jackass of myself...so I just left the class. At first when I was walking down the hall I was just looking around at everything there...and then I thought about a cute boy I saw in the classroom and thought I might go back and make out with him for a bit. But when I turned around there was a long hallway and lots of classrooms. After going into a few empty classrooms, I finally found the right one...but when I looked around I couldn't see cute boy anywhere.

So I grabbed a really sharp pencil that was sitting on a desk provided to the students taking the test, grabbed a piece of paper and thought. It then occured to me that I would really like to see a friend of mine. I've tried dream sharing before...and whenever I had progress with it, it was from my own strength of will. So I sat there and thought with all my might...."I want Joel" hoping that this might somehow connect our dreams. Then I picked up the pencil and began to write...."I....want....Joel." I looked at the paper. But it was all wrong. The "J" was backwards among other things. So I tried just writing "Joel" ...again...backwards. I couldn't get it right.

I then realized it was probably about 10am and he wouldn't be sleeping anyway so I abandoned that and remembered to do the lucid tasks for the month. As I was walking through the building a butterfly flew up past me, I caught it...and released it. Then I found myself somewhere else...not sure really...perhaps the branch of a tree. I hung upsidedown and began spinning myself a cocoon. After I had covered myself in silk I began to change into a butterfly. After my wings grew...I began to open and close them...and then lost lucidity and woke up.

I know there was alot more that I did while I was lucid...but I suppose it's a flaw of being able to wake from a lucid and then go right back into another one because you forget alot about the first one (or first several)...but if you don't go right into another one...you might not be able to for awhile. Tis a sacrifice I'm willing to take. I think.

^_^ Cheers.

One of my biggest problems with my lucids lately is my inability to remember them. And the funny thing, is that even during them...they last sooo long that I think to myself "damnit I'm not going to remember all this when I wake up, I have to remember this so I can write it down" but then the lucid keeps going and going and I forget about everything that I've did.

It almost makes me a bit sad...because it's wonderful to do things, and have memories of them to look back and appreciate what you've done. What other proof do we have that we have done something other than our own memories? So if I lucid dream for long periods and yet forget most of what I've done...what is the point? I guess I need to ask myself, is it worth it to wake up and remember? When I feel my lucid fading it's become so very easy for me to stay lucid simply by looking at my hands...and the tiny wrinkles in my skin. And before I know it, what was once fading has now become clearer and more real than real itself.

So the question I'm asking myself lately...should I allow myself to wake after a lucid dream? Should I not force it to continue on for so long that by the time I finally do awake I've forgotten most of what I've just experienced? Should I sacrifice my time being lucid for the memory of it.

Last night, I don't remember how I first became lucid, I believe it was through DILD, I was lucid for a very long time. I do not know how long in "real time" but in dream time it felt like hours. One thing I do remember very clearly was being visited by heavenly spirits. The funny thing is that, I cannot remember exactly what happened but I remember thinking that Leo Volont would have alot to say about it. It's funny that even in my lucids when a beautiful vision of the Virgin Mary appears to me I'm sitting there thinking "oh man, I bet Leo will be excited to hear about this"...ha. Funny.

A few times I got caught up in corridors. Long hallways with no doors and no windows. Usually I always fly out of windows...so it was almost as if I was being trapped. I tried dream spinning. I twirled and I twirled and suddenly I was transported to another dreamscape. I remember using the technique of dream spinning twice last night to get me out of a situation in which I had no control or was trapped somewhere boring.

I remembered the movie Waking Life. And I thought to myself about how I typically never talk to or interact with my random dream characters (unless it's sexually related) so I was sort of on a mission (for a small part of my lucid that I remember last night at least) to speak to my DCs. There was one girl I was walking beside and I asked her..."What's it like to be a dream character?" And without even looking at me she replied, "How should I know, you created me."

I know I had other conversations with other DCs but I can't remember which makes me sad. I remember flying alot. Usually I have trouble going through glass. Like if I am inside somewhere and I want to fly away I break the glass and go out the window...but last night I had no trouble going through glass. I simply had to "let go" and was transported through the glass with ease without having to break it. Which means progress for me.

I also remember flying alot...and I tried flying "nina-style" but failed miserably haha. The second I turned upside down I began heading toward the ground and was going to crash so I straightened myself back out. I actually had a bit of trouble with flying for some reason which is odd because typically I never do. I think it began when I tried to grow wings. I felt myself growing wings, I imagined them growing. They were more like butterfly wings in my mind this time rather than angel wings...but they wouldn't grow. I tried and I tried. I even attempted flapping my arms...but no luck. So I flew superman style most of the time. Though even that at times didn't work best. Last night I found that my favorite way to fly was in a standing up position...simply...floating to where I needed to go. Though I often alternated between this standing and floating and moving into superman to move forward.

The thing that bothers me the most is that I feel that something very important happened...spirirtually towards the beginning of my lucid night...that I cannot remember. I have a vague recollection of standing in the presence of Mary and God himself. Now, I don't particularly believe in the Catholic religion in which I was raised...but I am still very spiritual...so it seems odd that these beings would come to me. I wish I could remember more.

Perhpas more will come to me as the day unfolds.

I shall try harder next time.

Well early this morning I found myself in a strange state...where I sort of knew that I was dreaming but I certainly wasn't lucid. It was the similar sort of feeling that you get when you are waiting through HI to enter a LD. It's an anxious, I'm tired of waiting, I want to be lucid already feeling.

So I had a thought. And I lifted my hands and looked at them and said "stablize lucidity" (even though I wasn't really lucid) and BAM...there I was. The reason I wanted to become lucid so badly was because I was watching something that seemed amazing.

There were dozens of swings...in the sky. You couldn't see the tops of where they were chained to, they just disappeared into the clouds. The swings themselves were several thousand feet from the ground so the chains that they were attached to reached high up into the clouds and disappeared. But the swings were always swinging. In huge arches. Some of them actually had people on them, swinging. Others were vaccant. So I had to fly up and wait as one of the swings took a long arch back towards me and I hopped on it. I began swinging forward with an immense rush. There was a beautiful mountain scene before me. It was such an adrenaline rush on this enormous swing...so high up in the clouds.

Very cool short lucid this morning. ^_^

Mkay...I remember two long dreams from last night. Though I didn't become lucid during either of them. Boo hiss boo. But it's ok cause they were still kinda cool.

The first dream I was part of this team of secret operatives or something. Someone's wife had been kidnapped (someone important, like a government official) at a party at this hotel. The hotel party was on the first floor of this tall skyscraper and I remember meeting up with my team and being given instructions and crap. We were told she was being held on or around the 70th floor. I remember the elevator was jammed so I had to take the stairs up. Somehow I lost the rest of the team I was with...they all went different ways. I remember being in the stairwell and seeing 56 on the wall...meaning i was outside the 56th floor...then the numbers starting jumping by tens. It jumped to 80, and then to 70...then to 60. I didn't want to get out on the 70th floor where I knew they were so I went up another floor to 60 (yeah makes no sense I know). I was walking through this corridor and I came to a room and this guy steps out. I realized that they were holding her captive in this room. I had no back up. This guy looked kinda young, and had kind long wavy dark hair. For some reason I was dressed in a ball gown (like I had been at the hotel party) and I told him that I was lost. He didn't believe me and had a gun pulled on me. Then I got all sultry and walked up to him and unbuckled his pants. Well, he quickly forgot his duty in watching the hostage and enjoyed me starting to go down on him. I was complimenting him and stuff....them I remember punching him in the nuts as hard as I could...and then knocking him out with my knee to his head. I grabbed the hostage and remember looking back at him and feeling sorry for this poor guy, laying on the ground in the fetal position, knocked out cold, pants around his ankles. Oh my haha. I took the hostage and met up with the rest of my team who had secured the rest of the building and that was that. Job well done I guess. Pun intended.

Next dream, I was again part of a team but it was more like a girl scout troop and for some reason we had to work at a supermarket. Like, to earn a badge or something really lame. I remember that I had been working the longest and we were all sorting cans out of a bag and placing them on this rack when I hesitated for just a moment. And one of the other girls got shitty with me and was like, take your time why don't you. Then I started yelling at her because I had been there working for the past 8 hours and she had only just arrived. Then I walked away. I found the toy isle and started playing with these mini nintendo games. The kind they used to make when I was a kid...that just had like one little game on them. Anyway...I layed on the ground and started playing Super Mario bros. I was playing along like normal. Getting mushrooms. I died a few times and had to start over. Then I made it further and these two realistic looking chicks come onto the screen and I have my mario walk up to her and she asks him to eat her out. So mario bends her over something lifts up her skirt and starts eating her out. I was like WTF??? I got up off the ground and looked at the package that the game had come in. It was called something like "Super Mario Bros Porn" and had on it "ages 18 and up only" I remember laughing my ass off thinking what in gods name is this? Then Mario continues on...totally going at it with this chick. So then I had to go show my one friend and she played as Luigi...he had a little penis. It was really quite hilarious.

Both my dreams were crazy I'm disappointed I never got lucid in any of them. Bleh.

Lmfao @ those two dreams ^^^

Damn....Can't help but feel sorry for the guy with the gun, in the first one, though. I cringe just thinking about it.

...Heaven to Hell in record time. Rofl.

Thank god for lucid dream sex...I was well overdue for some servicing.

I set my alarm clock for 6am this morning, turned it off, and went back to sleep. I guess since I was in a lighter stage of sleep this allowed me to become lucid so easily. Awhile later I found myself in HI, and decided that I wanted to become lucid. Each time it resulted in an FA, where I then found myself too tired to get up out of bed. But I really wanted to LD so I tried again and finally I was able to get out of bed. I have a sliding glass balcony door...but instead of sliding it open I just pushed at the center of it and it swung open like two big doors and I floated out of it. I looked out and saw a great sea, hundreds of feet below me. I noticed that I was on the top penthouse (there were three penthouse floors) of an enormous hotel, and way down below me there was a huge pool and patio area where lots of people were playing and swimming and such.

I floated above this scene for a bit, then decided I wanted to get laid, and I dove down and landed on the large pool area patio. At first I went to the bar. It was a long bar and for some reason I was expecting to see someone I knew. This really attractive jamaican dude that I used to work with back in Florida, but the other bartenders said he wasn't working today haha so I spotted this hottie lounging on a beach chair in the shade. He appeared to be with a girl, I assumed it was his girlfriend. But honestly, I didn't care. I jumped on top of him and started making out with him. He was more than happy, but mentioned his girlfriend sleeping in the chair next to them. I said something like, oh she won't notice. And continued to get it on with this hottie. Then I noticed the dream started to become really fuzzy. I looked at my hands, but it was too dark to see details and even they were blurry. I realized it was because he was laying in the shade, so I told him we should go and get in the pool where it was sunny. So we walked over to the pool and right as I got back into the sunlight I looked at my hands and saw details and got clarity back in my lucid.

We were messing around in the pool for awhile when he stops and I look over and his girlfriend is standing at the edge of the pool. She did not look pleased. I tried to play it all cool and invited her in to join us. She seemed ok with that, but when she didn't mesh well with us...she decided to leave. And I told him that he should come up to my penthouse sweet with me. We were in the pool and I told him...ok we're going to start running that way and when I say jump...jump! So we went trudging through the shallow end of the pool trying not to knock into anyone else and then I yelled jump! I began to float up but he just dove underwater. I was like wtf? You idiot. I meant jump, as in...try to fly. Ok, let's try this again. JUMP! And then we floated out of the pool and up to different levels of the hotel building. He had a bit of trouble making it up and was clinging onto the third floor. I decided at that point it was kinda hopeless and left him there and continued to fly back up to the penthouse. I think it was around here that my lucid turned into a non-lucid, as I found my mom and sister there.

Suddenly a storm appeared and the waves were crashing at all the sliding glass doors of the hallway of the penthouse we were on. Why the hell a penthouse would have sliding glass doors I have no idea...along with the fact that the ocean used to be hundreds of feet below, and now it was right in front of us...well yeah...it was a dream. Anyway, there were children caught up in the waves and were drowning and stuff so my sister and I and others were trying to save them. It was so difficult though because the undertow was so strong...I was lucky I didn't drown myself. And then just as quickly as the storm was there, it was gone.

Then I might have been semi-lucid at this point again because I remember looking around again for someone to mess around with. I found someone and brought them back to my suite. Then I realized that it was a girl...and I had a penis. Ok, so I was a boy. It was at this point I decided I didn't really like where this dream was going and either woke up or don't remember anything after that.

Oh, and at one point when I first landed on the pool patio I thought about the lucid task of the month. But seeing as how there were no cars, just lots of people...I put my arms out at the people walking around and yelled at them to stop. They stopped. Then I was like...ok that was stupid...and went to find hot boys.

Originally posted by Aquanina

Oh, and at one point when I first landed on the pool patio I thought about the lucid task of the month. But seeing as how there were no cars, just lots of people...I put my arms out at the people walking around and yelled at them to stop. They stopped. Then I was like...ok that was stupid...and went to find hot boys.

That cracked me up

Originally posted by samchestido


That cracked me up

Glad to entertain

I had a dream that my sister somehow managed to lose her new puppy, Louie. So we were looking all over the place for him. I finally found him. He pooed on my duvet.

Another dream I was following Nick Lachey around...because everywhere he went girls were throwing themselves at him...and I was his sister in the dream and I was like floating above him telling all the girls that he was scum and that he "uses girls like toilet paper" ...he was pissed at me at first. But I kept following him...down the street. Into bars and stuff and every girl that tried to talk to him I told her bad things about him. Then we end up in the middle of the street, there are tons of girls around and I'm telling them all that he is scum. I then see that he looks terrbily sad and desperate and I tell him that it's for his own good. That if these stupid girls weren't constantly throwing themselves at him, it wouldn't feed his sexual addiction so I was only trying to help him, because I was his sister. Heh...strange.

That dream inspired me to write a book, which was interesting because in the dream I started writing the book, came up with a cool title (which I know forget) and started thinking of the different chapters in the book.

I had a fun semi-lucid 3-some this morning with 2 of my favorite people. It was strange cause I could control what was going on but I wasn't really that lucid, or I never fully realized it. But it was alot of fun so I didn't care. Things got interesting to say the least.

I then see that he looks terrbily sad and desperate and I tell him that it's for his own good. That if these stupid girls weren't constantly throwing themselves at him, it wouldn't feed his sexual addiction so I was only trying to help him, because I was his sister[/b]

Heh, weird - I wonder if you felt more like a protective big sister or a jealous little sister. I mean, obviously you think this guy is hot in real life. Would you really do it for "his own good" or just tryin to ruin it for the rest of the ladies to get a piece of your own .

-- guess you fulfilled your needs with the dream that followed

I was playing basketball with a team in my old grade school gymnasium. The people on my team were some people I knew from high school and other things. All girls. Then two girls from my school came in, all distressed, and said that they had just put thirteen guys in the hospital. Apparently there was an accident just outside, and the girls had hit these black guys who were all piled into a van. There was alot of people freaking out...and there were alot of parents there. Also, the principal of the school and others in charge. I remember listening as they said they were bringing the guys up into the gymnasium. I walked into the stairwell...since the gym was on the 3rd floor of the school, and watched as people carried these guys...one at a time...up the stairwell on stretchers. Each stretcher had a body on it, covered with blankets so that you couldn't see what was underneath. I slowly walked down the stairwell, past all the bodies...and I remember noticing that there wasn't any blood. I looked on the ground, and also, no blood. I remember thinking that it was a good sign and maybe none of the guys were that badly injured. Once I reached the ground floor I peaked into the cafeteria and saw a group of people...parents, the principal, others in charge. They were discussing what to do with the boys. Apparently, half of them were dead. I remember wondering why no one had called the police, and why there were no ambulances. The principal began talking to the horrified parents of the girls. These girls were good students, and the principal told the parents that it was not the girls fault this accident had happened, and that since most of the boys were dead or seriously injured it would do no good to tell the authorities about it. She suggested they burn the bodies of all of them. Thirteen black boys killed by two pretty white girls. I remember feeling shocked at this, but I wasn't exactly surprised either. So they did whatever they had to do to cover up the crime...and everyone sort of forgot about it. Very strange, creepy dream.

Alright, so here I am again. I usually journal my dreams when they are memorable, but lately, my mind has been elsewhere and I haven't been able to focus on my dreaming AT ALL and therefore my dream recall has gone down the shitter. So what little I remember from last night I'm going to try to make sense of.

My uncle and aunt's family was involved somewhere in the story line, and my cousin, Aaron...who flooded something with black nail polish. Which is strange, but lately I've been wearing alot of black nail polish so...hmm yeah. I don't know why my cousin was in my dream. He sent me a random myspace message today too and I haven't talked to him in months. Interesting.

There was a big dog...who made a big poop. Actually there were two dogs, my little one and someone's big one that I didn't know. Maybe it was Bella, Jared's sister's dog. Anyway, he and Joel were in my dream and we were riding around in someone's truck. There were these two guys, one's name was Frank. And I think Jared found them on the internet, they were involved in some scam or something. Jared mentioned that the fence around some...really large property with lots of backways and alleys and such...had come off. So we rode in the truck to fix this fence? I watched around them as they cut chicken wire fence and boards and things and put it up. Jared had another agenda with the guys but I'm not sure what it was. At one point me and Joel were in the truck, in the front, talking and there was an empty jar of something powdery. Maybe like a supplemental thing? We do drink alot of emergen-cies when we are together. Sooo then I was alone in the truck with Jared. He started to...make his way to third base. Yeah, he was fingering me. For awhile. And I remember it feeling really amazing. I even got off...kinda...I think? Maybe. At least in the dream I remember saying that I had. Haha. But at least I woke up this morning in a good mood. Or rather, a saucy one. Cheers.

I've been sleeping longer and harder lately, so my dreams are more vivid. Hopefully I'll be able to get lucid again, seeing as how that's usually how it works with my dream recall.

Last night, interesting dreams. The first one, my family was planning on going to Europe. For some reason we had to leave my dog behind and I was extremely sad, because we were going to be gone like 4 days and I was afraid he might die all alone. For some reason, we broke the law...I'm not sure if it had something to do with my dad and terrorist stuff, or if we stole money, or killed people...I forget. But in Europe I used my dad's credit card. I noticed it was taking awhile and soon there were people swarming all around us and cops and security. They came and put us all in jail. We were all over the news and crap. I have no clue what we did though.

Then I had another dream, again about my cousin...weird. And two other of my friends were there for a short time. We were in L.A. and...we were hiking. I think I stepped on a cactus, and we had to find a different path to take back home since the one we had taken was too treacherous. We took the genie pass home, which stretched out along the beach. The beach was awesome...it slopped down at about a 60 degree angle and was more like one huge sand dune that ran the length of the waters edge. Lots of people were out sun bathing, and there were shops and things. Everyone was cool and laidback. I loved it. I stopped and thought back on Miami. I remembered the crystal clear blue water, and how beautiful it was. It was more tropical in my dream than in real life, but I also remembered that there were hardly any people on the beach, and there was nothing really there. It seemed, seclusive. Where as California's beach was inviting and fun. It really made me want to go there. And I think I shall.

Yeah...lucid dreams are great. The other night I had one...but I forgot most of it because I slept for awhile afterwards. This morning I had a great one. I woke up and then went back to bed with the intention of having a lucid dream, and lucky for me...I did. Oh yeah.

I was in a dorm room...meeting with my family downstairs. My aunts and others were there. I was downstairs and then remembered that I had forgotten something so I went back upstairs into my dorm room that I shared with one other person. Once I got into the room I realized that I was dreaming and quickly locked the door behind me. For some reason I decided to try to summon a hot guy cause I wanted to have sex. But just after that there was a banging on my door and I realized that it was my mom and she was upset because I was making everyone wait downstairs. For some reason it seemed like she was going to break through the door so I stood there and held it shut with my weight. Eventually she went away and I went looking around my dorm room for someone. Finally I looked up at my roommates bed and decided I'd check in there. So I climbed the little ladder and pulled back the covers and wow...there was a guy in her bed! Haha. He was really hot too. Apparently it was her boyfriend but I didn't find that out till later. We talked a bit. One of the coolest things i remember about this lucid was that I actually had really fun conversations with this DC...though most of it was about sex. So yeah...we got it on...and it was like the best sex EVER! Surprisingly NOT disappointing as most LD sex is. He had this really sexy Boston accent too, which is strange because I've never thought those types of accents were all that sexy. So did it for...awhile! Which was great b/c LD sex usually blurs out or fades out after a little while...but not this time. We both got off and then we just layed there on the top bunk bed talking about shit. I was making fun of him for spending so much money on my roommate, and buying her all those stupid little presents. Makeup...soaps...a whole bunch of intricate little crap. I guess that's when I found out he was her bf. Oh well...he didn't feel bad about it, and I sure didn't give a shit. I think I was only semi-lucid during this part...for if I was fully lucid I probably would have left to go do something else. Then for some reason, I was more lucid...and decided that he was such a great lay I wanted some more...so yeah...I remember rubbing my hands all over his chest and making it out and stuff. And then...yep...again. And again it was great. After we were done that time I said something like...well...since that's done...and since I'm dreaming...I'm probably going to wake up...

I'll be back. I fucking hate people.

Edit: Hmm..sorry for that. I just had to go drop a bag off at the airport an hour away b/c my stupid uncle forgot it here. Oye!

So anyways...I think I was pretty much done. And what I wasn't done with, I'm sure I've forgotten by now. Boo. Yeah. Oh well.