Thread: Into the Rabbit Hole

I'm at a DV sleepover...it is late into the night. Everyone is already asleep, spread out around someone's basement sleeping in sleeping bags. The basement was finished and very large, it was a nice house. I was sleeping on a mattress on the floor next to a fellow staff member, who will rename nameless. I was on the left side of the mattress and laying on my left side, with my back facing this other person, and my arms out to my left side. I feel this person roll over so that they are very near me, can actually feel their warm breath on the back of my head. They reach over me and gently stroke my wrist and forearm. I remember not being completely asleep, but almost to a point of being asleep to where I did not register that this was completely inappropriate behavior. This person continues to gently stroke my arm and then they say softly, "do you mind if I just do this"...indicating the stroking gesture on my arm. In my very sleep state I finally gave a reply, "mmm, that feels good". Because well, it did feel good. Even though at that point I realized it was not appropriate (for many reasons).

Then this person decides to move their hand in between my legs. I make a point to scoot as far away from them as I can, still in a very sleepy state, not actually completely aware of what is going on. This person takes the hint and doesn't try to move closer or touch me again. Just when I think that all is a-ok, I feel a hand clamp down around my throat and I am unable to breath or make a sound. This person is choking me, and only does so for a few seconds...I think they were sort of out of their mind and quickly come to their senses and release me. After being released I jump away from this person and let out a scream, as I lay on the ground massaging my throat.

Suddenly the lights come on in the basement and another staff member sleeping nearby sees that I was just attacked and literally jumps on top of other staff member and punches him as hard as he can. I do not stay to watch. I walk out of the room, still massaging my throat...and into another room that is the unfinished part of the basement. This girl who I actually do not know follows me and keeps telling me that I should call the police. I kept telling her no, and that I was fine, and to leave me alone.

Then the story changes and I'm sitting in that unfinished basement are with my two freshman dorm roommates and one of my sorority sisters. Apparently the story changed so that the incidence above happened when my sorority sister, Libby...attacked my roommate...Christy, at a sleepover. We were all sitting together and Christy was very upset and crying. I had the impression that there was a court hearing and the judge had actually found Libby to be innocent. Libby was talking to me and said something along the lines of, "well maybe you're just not very good at making stuff up, some people are just good at making things up" ...she said this in a very matter of fact, little girly way and I knew she was referring to Christy.

Then I started crying because I didn't know who to believe. I said to Libby that I could see no reason why Christy would say that the attack happened if it had not. Christy insisted that it had happen. Libby insisted that she made it up and had actually experienced a sleep paralysis dream or something which only made her think she had attacked her.

Then I was alone with Christy and she said to me that she was going to deal with Libby herself, since she did not get any justice and she told me I did not have the right to interfere. I agreed with this. So when Libby came back into the room, Christy slapped her as hard as she could, and Libby fell backwards into a door. Her head knocked against the door knob pretty bad and was knocked senseless. I remember feeling extremely upset, because it was obvious that Libby was hurt very bad from her fall, but I did not want to seem disrespectful to Christy by going over to Libby and helping her.

Then suddenly Libby turned into my dad. And I remember seeing my dad on the floor, having been knocked senseless. I quickly go over to him without thinking twice about it and help him up, and set him down into a rocking chair that was in the room. I was sitting on the edge of the chair looking at him and trying to get him to come to his senses, this was very upsetting for me. I have always been a daddy's girl, and seeing his eyes all out of focus and little blood dribbling down his head was making me very upset. Then suddenly his eyes snapped into place and he looked at me seriously and said, something along the lines, that he was ok and not to worry. After that I felt much better and just sat on his lap and hugged him.

Then it was me and my dad, and Libby was back, along with Christy. We were all talking, and I was still crying because I didn't know who to believe. I remember my dad trying to encourage me to think sensibly, to weigh the facts, and to remember that not all parties may have had all their cards on the table. Christy looked at me and nodded that he was right. I remember thinking that what he said was important, and it meant something, but that I didn't know what it meant at the time. The dream sort of faded out after I received a telephone call from the person whose house we were at letting me know that I should wake everyone up and have them come up for breakfast.

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The above dream is extremely interesting because it is RIPE with symbolism and metaphors. I cannot take one part of that dream and not find something significant about it. As bizarre and absolutely absurd as some things seems to be, when weighed against my current life situations, it does actually make sense. What is even stranger is that last night before bed I spent maybe 15 minutes or so actively trying to open up a direct line of communication between my conscious and subconscious mind (after reading Hard_Wired's thread about the subject). I took a little walk and called my subconscious from a phone booth up the street. There wasn't much said, I only expressed a desire to be able to more openly communicate. I did a few other exercises that I read in the linked articles in that thread, such as thinking about words and trying to understand and interpret my subconscious feelings about the words, as well as using visualizations to help further communication in this relationship.

So I think that this dream, and the fact that I can find so much meaning in it, is a testament to the fact that I have begun to open up communications between conscious and subconscious...and leads me to further believe that dreams are not as senseless or random as they sometimes seem to be.

Getting lazy about recording my dreams! Nothing really amazing to report though...only dream fragments. Not sure why, I'm still taking melatonin/B6 every night. Maybe I should try not taking them for a few nights again. I wonder if tolerance builds for melatonin.

Uncle Tom in another dream, was with my family in some sort of war like scenario at a camp where reporters and journalists were staying. He was standing there in the brush and there had been a beautiful female wolf limping around. I wondered why he didn't help her. Suddenly there was a male wolf right beside him, growling. The female wolf, although injured, jumped to fight the male wolf and eventually ran it off. After that my uncle took care of the female and sort of adopted her b/c she saved his life.

At another point I remember seeing a dead reporter, it was really shady business. As though our government killed her and made it look like she was killed by an animal or something and dumped her body. Her stomach was slashed open really badly and she had head trauma. Her body was laying the brush and it was really disturbing and morbid and I tried not to look, but couldn't help looking even though it horrified me. This was a big deal and being reported on the news, there was a helicopter flying above shining a searchlight onto the scene, it was night time. Some soldiers run up and put her body onto a stretcher and start treating her like she might still be alive even though it was obvious she was dead. They run off with her on a stretcher and her head is falling around like no living head would even move, and I remember thinking, what are they doing, she's dead. It seemed like they were doing it for tv. They run off and load her into the helicopter. Everyone is confused.

So I had been taking Melatonin and B6 every night, and my dream recall/lucidity was falling way below normal and I associated this with the supplements. I decided to forego the melatonin and B6 last night and see what happens. Oddly enough I did have a lucid dream and had really intense dreams with a lot of recall. I find this all very strange since I initially found Melatonin and B6 to aid in dream recall and vividness. I think just changing things up is good for me. Also I should note, that I did eat some chocolate before bed. I've never made any sort of connection with chocolate and LDing before, but I know others have, so I found it worthy of notation.

Anyways there will be much more to write, but right now just the basics so I don't forget it all.

Lucid dream, practicing gymnastics, doing front flips and back flips, finding someone to have fun with

Old house, my bedroom is haunted, electro-magnetic interferences, something is wrong. The source is the lamp. See a girl in my closet, ghost girl. Why am I in that old house? Why does it haunt me? Why is it so violently haunted as well? This is a strange recurring dream.

My aunt was there. We were moving. I had only moved half my stuff out so I had to go back and get the rest of my clothes and shoes and things out. But when I went back it was like poltergeist city. Something was keeping me locked inside. I slept in my bed in that room. Then I remember my bunny coming to my window to be fed. This never actually really happened like this. The bunny lived in a cage in the room. I am being haunted by this bunny. I saw it outside, I ran after it, into the snow, but I lost it.

I remember finally getting my things packed up and it felt so good to never have to go back to that room again. It had sort of stopped being haunted. I walked out. I went back soon after to get one more thing and the bed had moved across the floor. I was like what the fuck is going on in here. It is still haunted. I hate these dreams. I don't want to think about that house. I loved that house, and my bedroom was awesome, but why do I keep dreaming about it being haunted? Obviously there are some issues regarding leaving that house that are unresolved inside me. Hopefully I can get it figured out.

At some sporting event with someone, in the bleachers watching. He kept flirting with me and started giving me little kisses on the mouth, I remember being very surprised b/c I knew he had a gf but I liked him. I was incredibly sleepy for some reason. He was driving me home and I remember sitting in the passenger seat turned to the side and was half asleep. He kept looking over at me. Went back to my old old house, in the tv room. Was dark. I was still so sleepy and kept falling asleep. I would wake up and he was there, just sort of watching me.

Dreaming of sleeping? Funny. You know, I had a dream of you on the Moon in the Biodome. You were completely blue, but you had long blondish-blue hair, and greenish-gold eyes. You were looking at all the flowers and plants.

Originally Posted by WakingNomad

Dreaming of sleeping? Funny. You know, I had a dream of you on the Moon in the Biodome. You were completely blue, but you had long blondish-blue hair, and greenish-gold eyes. You were looking at all the flowers and plants.

That is awesome! Definitely sounds like me lol. Well the greenish-gold eyes and looking at the flowers and plants. I've been watching Avatar a lot so I wouldnt be surprised to have blue skin, and I was just saying today that I want blue hair. Do you ever foresee meeting people there? I've never tried to go to the Moon, I'm not really very familiar with what you guys are doing there. But it might be cool to give it a shot. Any tips for how to get there? Or how to find others once I'm there?

Lucids.

Not sure how I first became lucid and I kept going in and out of lucid dreams for awhile so I actually forget a lot about what happened, but I made a point to remember some of what I felt to me the more important stuff.

I attempted to locate dream sharing target. Was having trouble breaking through, I had to make several attempts and kept losing track of this person's name and confusing it with other people. The fact that I do not know their real name might have affected this somehow. Anyways, on the last attempt I found myself floating above a room, just observing. The room was rather messy, it was a tv room, and there was no one there. It was empty. I remember trying to take note of the things I was seeing but not much was registered. I just remember a lot of mess, couches, maybe some workout equipment, a TV, etc. Nothing really special.

I tried to change the technique up and looked into the sky for a certain star but all I saw was the moon, so I decided to try to go to the moon. When I got there, I think I remember it being barren and desolate.

I realized I needed some help and thought that I would try to find my dream guide. I've never officially met my dream guide and past experiences with attempting to have usually failed or had mixed results. I found myself inside of an office building. I walked up to the receptionist and said, "hello, I would like to speak with my dream guide." She was wearing a headset and was on the phone but she smiled at me, nodded, and told me to hold on for a minute. Then she left for a little while and I waited patiently. When she came back she handed me a card. On the card was printed two images of a boy along with some text at the bottom that read something like, "your Dream Guide's name: Vic" I remember just staring at the card for awhile. He looked like a younger guy, late teens, with light orange hair and subtle freckles. He had a very young exuberant looking face and gave off the appearance of a lot of energy. On the card was a picture of his face and a picture of him sort of posing or flying. I remember thinking that he looked a lot like peter pan, and I kept wanting to say his name was Pan and for some reason I decided his name was Pan, even though on the card it said Vic. I remember trying to read it a few times to make sure I had it right but the name kept changing. Then the secretary told me that I could contact him when I need him, but that he wasn't available (or something like that) to appear to me at that moment. I got the impression that he was always sort of with me and therefore did not need to manifest physically.

After that I found myself in a lush dreamscape, standing on a beach...there was sand and water. And little grassy dunes with people walking around. There was one person standing on a grassy area and there was a hole in the ground near their feet as though an animal lived inside it. I watched as this creature came out of the hole...at first it looked like a fish...a koi fish...but I soon realized it had a longer body, like a serpent. I guess it was like a little dragon, about 2.5 feet in length, and it crawled on the ground like a snake. For some reason I registered this creature as something evil. It moved around this person's feet, and the person finally moved. Then another creature came out of the hole. It looked the same but was white and orange. The first one was red and orange. My instinct was to destroy them. So I looked around and found a huge butcher knife laying on the beach. I walked up to where the creatures were and was about to slice them to bits when I heard a voice in my head. It told me that the creatures were not evil, and that I should not harm them. It said that they were fire elementals, and that I needed to learn to utilize their energy and attempt to draw out the fire within myself. I felt like I was being given a lesson. It was rather strange, because I was lucid, yet not really controlling much of the dream. It felt like there was a purpose to things that I did not want to interfere with. I left the fire serpents alone and don't remember much beyond that point.

Ahhh...satisfaction.

Last night started off pretty early (which unfortunately means a lot of what happened was forgotten). I remember being with my sister in my old house, we were both in my old bedroom. I remember looking around and then saying to my sister something along the lines, "wait, this is not real. this cannot be happening. you cannot actually be here." She argued with me and said that it was real and that she was really there. I listened to her. A few seconds later again it dawned on me that something was not right. "no..." I said again, "this isn't right, this must be a dream..." again she argued with me, telling me that it was not a dream. I was very sure of myself and yet at the same time it felt like I was arguing with myself, even though my sister was the one telling me I was wrong. I remember even trying to wake myself up because it was becoming so incredibly frustrating to keep hearing that I was wrong. I didn't fully trust myself though, or else I would have just become lucid. I searched my mind for arguments...then it struck me, "how can we be in our old house if this is not a dream!" I shouted at her. She shouted back at me..."Fffff!" I looked at her questioningly. "What?" I asked. "Ffffff!" she shouted again, she was really in my face. I just stared at her, realizing that this was ridiculous and at that point fully realizing that it was a dream. She stopped shouting and looked at me. We both came to the realization at the same time...and at that moment, she disappeared, and I found myself lucid in my old bedroom.

This was extremely satisfying, lol...it had been so frustrating arguing about whether I was in a dream or not for the past several minutes, all the while experiencing an "unsettling" feeling that something was just not right. After becoming lucid, I headed for my normal exit in my old house. My bedroom was in the basement, so I would always leave my bedroom and go through the tv room and out the two sliding glass doors which opened up to the backyard/golf course. I never bother opening the glass doors...I just sort of squint my eyes a little bit as I fuse through the glass (squinting helps to avoid getting rejected by the glass and being knocked down like an idiot) and fly out onto the golf course just like I used to.

I remember my first instinct upon finding myself in this sprawling dreamscape was to stabilize and anchor myself inside the lucid. I took a moment to study my hands in great detail which repeating a few verbal commands, "stabilize lucidity" "increase clarity" "I am anchored" ...etc. Upon feeling confident enough I took to the skies.

However soon after I found myself standing in front of someone's house. It reminded me of my old piano teacher's house...pretty small, fit for an older person. I remember standing there wondering for a moment how I got there, and weighing whether I should go inside the house or just continue on my own. I decided that I would go inside and see what was waiting for me. As I walked up to the house I examined the garden and bushes out front in detail. There was a beautiful purple flowering bush just in front of me as I was going up the steep stairs to the front porch. I took a moment to reach out and touch the flowers and remember being entranced by the unnatural amount of saturation of the purple color of these flowers. It was really beautiful. I wish I had thought to smell it.

It was daytime and there were no lights on inside the house so although it wasn't dark, everything was in shadow. I saw an older lady sitting on the couch. I sat down on the couch beside her. The conversation, although important at the time, is lost to me now. She told me her name was Janice, and that she was a manifestation of my subconscious. Apparently my subconscious had some important stuff to tell me...and I truly regret that I cannot remember what was said. It's odd though that I remember small things about the dream and certain details but cannot remember this conversation? This really makes me wonder.

After the conversation I got up from the couch and left the house through the back door. I flew off into the backyard and up into the sky (apparently lately flying into the sky like this has resulted in a change of dreamscape, which is rather interesting). At this point I found myself back in my current bedroom and decided that I would like some company. It was very dark, I was almost in the void, and I'm not sure if my dream eyes were open or closed. I realized that the quickest way to summon someone was to reach out into the void and pull someone into my dream. So I timidly reach my hand into the darkness (a bit wary because in the past this had resulted in demonic sort of entities being pulled or pulling me from the dream). I reached around but found no one. I pulled my hand back. I was laying in my bed. I reached out once more into the darkness of the void on the other side of the bed and immediately my hand made contact with someone else. They did not grip my hand hard nor frighten me. I pulled gently. An absolutely adorable guy appeared beside me. His appearance was unlike what I would have imagined for myself and I was completely smitten immediately.

Can't remember his name, but he was a very good lover and I was surprised that I managed to stay lucid throughout the whole time and not wake up, which is typical when I have dream sex. Ohh wait...ok...I remember something sort of funny. I remember actually stopping maybe 2 or 3 times during sex and saying...."ok wait a minute, I'm fading out..." and I would stop things and take a minute to examine my hands and use verbal commands. Once I was stabilized I would continue with the dream. Now that I think about it...this is very funny...but hey...if it works. And this went on for quite a while. It was no quickie, so it makes sense that I would have to re-stabilize at some point.

I was sad to say goodbye, but at some point I had had enough and wanted to do other things. It's possible that I faded into nonlucids or NREM at this point, as I don't remember much till a bit later into the night.

I found myself in a conference sort of room sitting at a table with two other women. For some odd reason Anna Farris was giving a presentation to us about something I do not remember. Ok, now is when it gets ridiculous. She starts talking to us about lucidity. We're all sitting there drinking in every word. She tells us about the "a-ha" moment of reaching lucidity, and how amazing it feels and is just going on and on and on. Ok. Suddenly it dawns on me as I'm sitting there. Jesus christ...I'm dreaming. I shout something out and all the women turn to look at me. I'm sitting there laughing...as the other women sitting near me give me this quizzical look. But Anna Faris understood. "Ok..." I laughed, "Sorry...I'm having 'a moment'." Anna nodded at me encouragingly. It was so bizarre. "It's a dream," I laughed...as I was able to fully appreciate everything about the moment. This moment of elation seemed to go on for quite a while. Suddenly the woman on my left exclaimed as well, "Oh!" she shouted...and everyone looked at her. Then she said, "Yes, yes, I get it. I'm having a moment too." Me and Anna smiled at her and nodded. Then we all looked at the third woman who was sitting across from me...but she just sat there...completely unaware. I remember thinking how obvious it seemed at the three of us were "conscious" and this other woman was just not getting it. I sort of felt bad for her.

A new dreamscene formed but at the moment I'm having trouble recalling. Hopefully it will come to me at some point in the day.

(oh at one point I had a dream about Brittany Spears...she was up on stage performing and I commented about what a nice ass she had...which is really strange considering I can't stand her)

Found myself in a large old building, like a university hall or gymnasium. There were lots of people around, waiting, some sleeping, almost like a big volleyball tournament. Then a storm came and the skies became very dark. The wind was so intense and was blowing through the huge arched windows. I looked outside and saw it...an enormous tornado forming nearby...it was like a mile wide. I remember being sucked into the air somehow inside the building and was floating around, trying to grab onto pillars and things to keep from being sucked out. Then I suddenly realized I was dreaming. I weighed my options, and finally decided to let go of what I was holding onto, unsure of what would happen. I flew out through the window and was being pulled toward the base of the enormous roaring tornado. It was so massive and impressive, I was sort of just in awe. I've flown into tornados before but none of them felt this...real. I actually felt bits of debris whipping my face, and had to dodge a few things flying in the winds. I was pulled into the funnel with so much force, I could feel the speed and the gforce and it gave me such an incredible high, it felt amazing. I was flying very fast on the winds...but it all seemed almost like slow motion because it was so incredibly huge and I was so dwarfed in comparison. It took me several seconds just to get from the window into the funnel, and several more seconds just to round one half of the funnel at its smallest circumference. I just let myself become overwhelmed with the amazing feeling...suddenly I felt myself waking up. I fought it...I fought it so hard...I did not want to wake up. I did. I laid still and attempted to re-enter the dream. I did for a moment, I was still in that same tornado, as though the dream had continued on even while I was awake. Then I did actually wake up. I laid still for awhile but was unable to re-enter a REM state, it was over. I love tornados.

Wow, that tornado sounds intense! Your description really resonates with my own memories of flying, and dreams of storms and tornados.

Originally Posted by Robot_Butler

Wow, that tornado sounds intense! Your description really resonates with my own memories of flying, and dreams of storms and tornados.

I used to be plagued by tornado dreams a several times a week back before I even knew what lucid dreaming was. Once I recognized them as a dream sign I stopped dreaming about them for years oddly enough. But now I dream about them quite often again and it usually gets me lucid.

Not sure what is going on with my recall lately. I've had a few lucids that I am unable to remember. In one of them, I remember attempting to visit Pandora. I tried spinning, opening portals and doors, but nothing was really working. I was not in a very stable dream and I could tell it was not a good place in my REM cycle.

I took a nap yesterday and became lucid. I found myself in my room and knew my mom was downstairs making dinner. I wanted to attempt to contact her somehow so I went downstairs and tried to get her attention by yelling her name loudly. That didn't work so I decided to try being a poltergeist and was banging all the kitchen cabinets open and closed. I sort of slipped out of the dream at some point and woke up. My mom told me she felt my presence and had been thinking about me. Hmm.

I have not taken B6 in a few nights, and I wonder if this might account for my lack of clarity/recall? I'll return to taking it again tonight and see what happens.

When do you have the best luck with nap lucids? What time of the day?

Originally Posted by Robot_Butler

When do you have the best luck with nap lucids? What time of the day?

Your best chance of getting lucid is within a few hours of waking up in the morning. For me, I used to get lucid almost everyday when I would take a nap 2 hours after waking. I'd wake up and go to class, and then come back to my dorm room and nap until my next class. I'm assuming it works sort of like an extended WBTB. I've read that after 4 hours from waking, your chance to get lucid decreases...and it will be much harder as you get into the evening.

More reasons to quit my day job. I would love to go back to bed every morning after breakfast.

Originally Posted by Aquanina

Your best chance of getting lucid is within a few hours of waking up in the morning. For me, I used to get lucid almost everyday when I would take a nap 2 hours after waking. I'd wake up and go to class, and then come back to my dorm room and nap until my next class. I'm assuming it works sort of like an extended WBTB. I've read that after 4 hours from waking, your chance to get lucid decreases...and it will be much harder as you get into the evening.

hmm, that's pretty interesting. I thought when you nap, you have a good chance of WILDing into a dream. Never thought that the time makes that big of a difference

Originally Posted by Robot_Butler

More reasons to quit my day job. I would love to go back to bed every morning after breakfast.

On the bright side, is it a stable job(times of work)? The reason I ask is because you can practice CAT which works welll from what I've read

Short dream: Adriana Lima and another model were walking down the sidewalk, drink and shopping bag in hand. It was as if I was a few steps in front of them and was the photographer and they were trying to be natural and were talking and laughing but it was obviously for a photoshoot. Adriana kept posing and making eyes at me (the cameraman) and would spin around and such.

Was with my family and we had moved to this new house. I was walking around the house and discovered this beautiful pond in the backyard. It had crystal clear blue water like in the tropics and you could see the little fish and such living in it. There were rocky cliffs, not very high, around part of the pond and a wooden path or bridge on the water so that you could walk across. For some reason I knew it was called Walden Pond, and just remember how happy I was to live near such a magical place.

With the family again, extended family this time, and my aunt and uncle had their camper parked on top of a hill. There were a lot of them around, but it wasn't a campground, more like some sort of event. It started raining and everything became muddy. I had been left alone at the camper and everyone was away and I remember thinking that we needed to get out of there or we would be stuck in the mud. There was a lot more to this dream that I don't remember, this was just the very end of it.

At some oktoberfest-ish event, or maybe like an irish renaissance festival. There was a performer on these bungee cords, sort of fat, long orange hair and a beard. He was attached to a bungee cord at either side of his waist so he would jump into the air and do flips...but his trick was that he would land in such a way as to moon everyone, and the crowd would laugh and cheer. I remember thinking that he had such a weird job...just showing everyone his ass.

Had lots more dreams but maybe I'll remember them later. Recall is only slightly improved.

Originally Posted by Aquanina

Was with my family and we had moved to this new house. I was walking around the house and discovered this beautiful pond in the backyard. It had crystal clear blue water like in the tropics and you could see the little fish and such living in it. There were rocky cliffs, not very high, around part of the pond and a wooden path or bridge on the water so that you could walk across. For some reason I knew it was called Walden Pond, and just remember how happy I was to live near such a magical place.

I love dreams like this, where you discover something magical hidden right in your neighborhood, or a secret room in your house you never knew about. I have dreams like this all the time. I recently went on a walk around my neighborhood, and discovered this awesome semi-hidden trail that follows a creek up into the hills. It winds through a canyon between two housing developments, but the dense trees and creek make it seem like you are miles from civilizations. I was so excited when we found it, because I had just told my girlfriend about a similar dream I had the night before.

One of those "WTF is up with my subconscious" kinda nights.

I'm sitting in this really expensive sort of black SUV with Jay-Z. Yes, wtf...Jay-Z. I don't listen to rap, I know nothing about this guy, and I think he's very ugly. But whatever. So he's driving around and it seems like the cops are after him and he's trying to avoid them. He parks the car and we're sitting there talking and stuff and then he starts being all smooth and leans over to kiss me. I remember seeing his big gigantic lips coming towards me, but we make out, and it was actually kinda nice and for whatever reason I'm like totally into it. Things progress naturally, ehem, and next thing I know I'm sitting on his lap and we're having sex...which was enjoyable. Yeah again wtf I don't know, so weird. I forget what happens after that.

Another dream with my ex-bf but I can't remember too many details (oh yes, bjs were had, funnily enough I remember thinking how much smaller he was than jayz lol). I keep dreaming about him and it's just annoying. Funny thing though, he drunk dialed me over the weekend to tell me that he misses me and stuff...which is weird b/c I've been dreaming about him a lot and haven't talked to him in like a year. I had been thinking how odd it would be if he called me...and he did. Hmm.

Next was some family drama, again involving being in a van/suv Apparently there was some family event going on inside this house but I kept refusing to leave the car. I just wanted to stay in there and sleep. At one point my dad hinted that I was fat and to get off my ass and come inside to the party, and I told him that all of my insecurities are his fault. Now I think about it, that's pretty messed up. Oh, there was an animal with me. This was a very strange animal! It was like a big dog, except I don't think it was a dog. It had long shaggy reddish fur...and it was more intelligent than a normal animal. There was something special about it but my memory fails me.

What a hilarious dream!

Maybe the dog creature is your familiar?

Originally Posted by WakingNomad

Maybe the dog creature is your familiar?

What is a familiar? Strange, this animal was in my dream last night too. I can't remember much about it though. It was like a large dog, only not a dog. I've never owned a large dog...so it is odd that I would dream about one.

This is a bit synchronous...I didn't know what a Familiar was, and Waking Nomad mentioned it to me about my dream. Well in the game I've been playing on the DS for a really long time, just today it brought up the idea of Familiars...and I had the task in the game to summon one. I thought that was pretty cool (I would have freaked if it was a shaggy dog looking thing lol, but it was a little bat sort of creature instead). But perhaps this animal is a familiar? I'm interested to see if he comes back again.

Originally Posted by Aquanina

This is a bit synchronous...I didn't know what a Familiar was, and Waking Nomad mentioned it to me about my dream. Well in the game I've been playing on the DS for a really long time, just today it brought up the idea of Familiars...and I had the task in the game to summon one. I thought that was pretty cool (I would have freaked if it was a shaggy dog looking thing lol, but it was a little bat sort of creature instead). But perhaps this animal is a familiar? I'm interested to see if he comes back again.

COOL!

Some stories on familars:

I was in a psychic class I used to go to on Saturdays. I was talking to my favorite pyschic, and I heard an audible strange rustling behind her. This occurred 3 or 4 times in a fifteen minute conversation. She told me it was my astral pet. I got an image of him in my head, and a name: Jo. Later, he appears in my dreams.

I met this awesome cat named Xerxes. He is a white with bright orange stripes, and big yellow eyes, like me. The first time I met him, we stared into each others' eyes for five minutes without moving. Then I heard him say telepathically: I knew you in Egypt and in Greece!

I spent the night at the place where he visits one night. Before I went to sleep he said: Tonight, I am going to protect you, in dreams. He slept next to me. That night, I dreamt I was riding a beautiful winged white tiger with orange stripes. He fought by my side.

Raven:
I saw Raven Knight petting a black cat, which jumped from her arms, and turned into a big black panther with raven wings. She mounted its back, and flew into the sky, and Raven turned into her Shadow Self Queen of Night, wearing a long black dress, wielding a black staff with raven wings, and with black spiraling horns like a kudu, shouting with a voice that shook the heavens: I am Raven Knight, Queen of Night!

Later, she told me she has a black cat named Shadow.

Angel:

I saw my girlfriend (who I call Angel in my DJ), in her Shadow Form. She was riding a winged snow leopard. Its wings were white on the bottom, and black on top. Her dress was half-black, half-white. On her staff was a raven's wings, and angel wings. She shouted: I am Angelwitch, Queen of Twilight, Goddess of Dusk and Dawn!

Later she told me she had a black and white cat, who has since passed, she is a Buddhist, and a witch, her favorite time of day is twilight. She met a cat that was the reincarnation of her cat that passed that is white with black stripes and spots.

I was pretty determined before going to bed, to have a lucid and try to make it to the moon, as I had been inspired from reading some member DJs last night. I woke up at 3am and took Galantamind and tried to get back to sleep. Usually if I can get to sleep before the GM kicks in, I'm good to go and have solid lucids for a few hours. But when I can't fall asleep before the GM kicks in for some reason I have a very hard time getting much sleep at all, and I find myself in and out of HI and lucid snippets for the remainder of the night, which is just plain frustrating. Last night was the latter unfortunately.

I was experiencing very vivid HI, and was floating over a dreamscape that was like a huge field with rocky mountains in the backround and little streams running through it. The landscape was being assaulted by a very high wind, bushes and even rocks were being blown about. I almost expected to see a tornado, but the skys were clear, there was just this...devastating wind. I became lucid right into the middle of it and performed a RC immediately which stabilized the dream. The wind was so intense and I began walking up a hill where there were rocks blowing past me in the opposite direction, almost weightless. The turbulent atmosphere made me decide that I should try stabilizing and anchoring, so I examined my hands and used verbal commands. Then I continued on in the dream but for some reason it just faded out, which is strange b/c when my lucids are that clear they don't just end.

I DEILDed into another lucid dream...intending to land somewhere on the moon but no idea where I ended up. I was inside a large building standing next to an escalator. At the bottom of the escalator three people were standing, two men and one woman. The escalator wasn't running, so I hopped onto the rail and slid down it, but ended up landing right on top of one of the men...completely knocked him down and fell flat on top of the poor guy. Nice landing pad. I was so anxious to get on with the dream, I didn't even bother to apologize, which now that I think about it, was incredibly rude and tacky of me. I try not to disrespect ANY of my DCs, but I was just too excited and not thinking straight. Which is probably why I woke up. Also, I ended up with a key in my hand just before I woke. I think I got it from the man...not stolen. It was like a gift that I was unaware I even received.

I DEILDed again into another dream but remember that I was having such a hard time just becoming lucid. It was as if I was fighting with my HI...it would become vivid, I would try to step through, but I kept getting pushed back into HI...or I was performing reality checks that would advance me, but again, I was rejected. This was so strange. I almost felt like...I was trying to force REM and it just wasn't the right time. Maybe that is why I only managed to get a few seconds worth of lucids and had so much trouble entering a real dream. I sort of struggled with getting lucid for a while longer, and finally gave it up, as my mind was just not having it.

Later I had a somewhat disturbing nonlucid. I dreamed that my mom had dug up our recently buried dog, and she was upset because he was not being taken care of. She was brushing his fur, and giving him ear and eye medicine. I was like, wtf mom, he's dead, just let his body decay. It really bothered me. At one point she made him into a marionette and had him sort of dancing around like a puppet on strings. I hate dreaming about stupid shit like that. And I remember screaming and breaking down in the dream and crying because I miss him so much. Fuck.