FlyingDreams85
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Whoa! I had another Lucid Dream! Wait.. better do a Reality Check.... counts fingers, tugs on pointer finger... Ok I'm really awake this time.

Saturday, June 8th, 2013
Well, after sleeping for 5 hours, waking up and going back to sleep... nothing. Slept soundly for another couple of hours, woke up, went back to bed but I didn't go to sleep right away, I laid awake for a while then curled up with my back to the sunlight coming in the window. I didn't think I had fallen asleep so I must've had a false awakening because I got up and started fiddling with my knitting stuff. I found my crochet hook set but a few of the holes where the hooks should have gone, were filled with pencils, pens and other items, even some small crocheted bits of yarn. I pulled all of these out and started hunting for my loose crochet hooks to put them back. I found a small bunch of them, put a few in, hunted around some more and picked up the set again but it was full of the pencils and pens again. Every time I found a hook, the set was jammed with the other objects again instead. After putting the same hook back 3 times, I thought quietly, "This does not make any sense..." That was when I did a Reality Check. It almost didn't work though! I counted my fingers and I did indeed count 5 fingers... and one thumb, that made six. I tried to stretch out my pointer finger but it wouldn't stretch at first... I counted again, made sure that I was dreaming then I focused and tugged on my finger again. This time it stretched out perfectly. As I sat on my bed in my room I tried to imagine that I had a Snickers candy bar and took a bite but all I chomped on was air. I went back to pulling on my fingers, stretching each one out and letting them slowly morph back to normal. That helped, Then I sat in kind of a half lotus position trying to float upwards off my bed. But I couldn't seem to do that either. I know why I didn't just leave my room, because I could distinctly hear my parents voices talking right outside my door (even though my mom is currently in another state: Tenessee) and I was afraid of sleepwalking or finding out that I was actually awake... I was also not wearing anything which would have been quite embarassing. Plus, in taking the time to get dressed I might have lost the dream. So as I sat there on my bed trying to float, I noticed a golfball sized lamp on my bedroom wall, it looked straight out of a Sims game. It seemed to be getting larger, (from golfball sized to base-ball sized to bowling-ball sized) as I stared at it and it gave off a weirdly bright bluish white light. I was vaguely aware that either the bed was shaking or I was rocking back and forth. The luminescent globe had reached the alarming size of a beach-ball when I finally looked away. I looked down at my hands, counted and tugged my fingers to make sure I was still in a dream and still lucid. When I looked up again, the light was gone. I was glad since the light gave me the willies. I went back to my attempts to float off my bed, but in the process of trying to focus, I accidentally closed my eyes. This I knew was an immediate mistake as it caused me to lose the dream. It was a wacky feeling though, feeling my position shift from sitting upright in a lotus position, to lying down on my side curled up under a blanket.

Tuesday, June 4, 2013
After a loooong time of little to no dream recall, my life got really busy, I finally came back to DreamViews and back to my dreaming. I looked at a WBTB method of going back to sleep after about 4 hours. Here's how that turned out.

I dreamed that I was in an art studio getting some kind of animation lesson from a few people, one of which was Mel Brooks. As I was leaving, I thanked him and called him Mr. Brooks, but then I smiled and asked if I could call him Mel. He grinned at me, he was shorter than I was. I kissed him on the cheek, and he shouted Halleluljah! I kissed his other cheek and he shouted Halleluljah! again. Then I kissed him on the lips and I wasn't sure if he shouted that time or not... I left the area and it was filled with old props from 1920's era of movies. Then I looked around again and it was like I had gone through a time machine. The entire area looked like Hollywood circa 1920. Then the area changed to a mall and an arcade inside the mall, (I wonder if it was Whimsy in the Sherwood Mall?) I past an old coin opperated kiddie ride and I noticed I was walking with my Dad. Then I realized I must have still been back in time because I saw a younger version of my Dad and subsequently a young 6-year-old version of myself, walk past, towards the arcade. I caught up with my older dad and he turned and waved at my younger dad mumbling something about the guy looking familiar to him. The scene changed and I was alone at Delta College before it became a college and was merely a flea market. The sign on what was Danner Hall, read De Wanda. I notice another guy, he points out a young girl saying that it is his daughter, and that she get's married when she turns twenty. The scene changed again and this time I was walking through some kind of hardware store with Dad and Richard. Some weird guy followed me saying strange things and replied, "Oh go ship your... phone. At the checkout counter, I did a Realiy Check and realized I was having a now-lucid dream. Immediately I imagined holding a hot pocket and heating it in my hand. I couldn't really feel it getting hot but it did and in about 20 seconds it was done. I took a single bite and it was some kind of pizza hot pocket, I could taste it. While I was lucid, Richard in the dream, grabbed a rattlesnake and thrust it in my face several times over, he kept shouting at me, "It's only a dream! Only a dream! You can do whatever you want!" Scary flashes of the snake snapping at me and other horrors began to haunt me, turning the dream very nasty indeed. But I was still lucid so even as I was scared, I focused my mind and shouted, "This is going to stop in 5, 4, 3, 2, 1!" I opened my eyes and the nightmarish flashes stopped, although I had a rather creepy visual of Richard holding one of his sockets up to his temple as though it were the barrel of a gun and he said he was proud that I faced my fear. Then I woke up. I had my first Lucid Nightmare but the method worked! The entire dream took about 2 hours.

Since the method adovcated being able to have multiple Lucid's in a single night, I opted to try to get another one in. I tossed and turned until it was 11:00, I kept getting woken up... All worth it though, because I eventually did get to sleep.

The dream was kind of normal, something about cleaning my room, but there was some kind of show going on with an audience watching it. I could not see nor hear any show going on behind me, but the audience complained that I was being too loud for them to enjoy the show. So I opted to leave, taking a CD that I planned to blast at the rude people from the bathroom. A little old guy also wanted to use the bathroom, I let him go into an orange bathroom, while I went into the joined blue bathroom, closing the door between us. This bathroom looked like one from a previous residence I had lived in. I looked at the mirror at my reflection which looked ok except for one major difference. My hair looked ok from about my ears down, but the top looked like it had a bunch of grass in it. Green grass, fresh and lush. I reached up to brush the grass out, but the grass was in fact, growing out of my head! This thought was quite strange to me and rather horrifying. I pulled some of it out, looked down at the grass I had pulled out of my head, looked up, and now there was more than grass, there were weeds in my hair, in fact my head was looking like an unmowed lawn. I start frantically pulling everything green from my head, sickened by the thought of the weeds having roots under my scalp. As I pulled it seemed that I was finding worse things, I began snapping off small branches from my head, my hair had this lovely Gaia Mother Nature look to it but I was too concerned with removing the green from my head. When I was finally finished, my head was almost completely bald, and rough like a shaved dog or cat. I was mortified, but that was when I did my RC and realized I was dreaming. I was sooooo relieved that this was just a dream and I didn't really have things growing out of my head. Recalling that I wanted to make stuff appear in my Lucid Dreams, I looked at my hands and started trying to visualize making an object appear. A small, transparent, reddish, fuzzy ball appeared to float just above my hand, only becoming solid for a bare second. I tried to make it move around but it was choppy and fake like a bad Flash animation. After the ball disappeared, I looked up at my reflection one more time and my hair was completely back and looked beautiful. I smiled and fluffed it a bit. The scene changed to a brilliant night sky full of twinkling stars. I got a running start and flew up into the night. I loved the view of the stars, they looked like little chips of diamond in a sea of indigo, I was loving it. I tried hard not to look down because it felt as though it would pull me down lower. I did try to make that red ball appear again, but I felt that it was splitting my concentration and I was unable to stay aloft. Then the dream became fuzzy again and the scene changed. I think I was doing magic tricks in front of a store window, in fact it may have been the window of the magic shop. I was doing tricks for kids with some small thing, a coin or a mahjong tile or something, I think that the last trick was throwing it against the window, it did not break the window but instead stuck fast on the other side of the window. The kids and other audience members were amazed when they went up to the window and felt the glass over top of the item. I don't think I was lucid for this last part of the dream though I felt more in control than usual. Then I woke up.

So that method seems to work quite well! I had two lucid dreams in one night!

Still need to write down...

August 5th 2012

August 9th 2012

August 10th 2012

August 11th 2012

August 18th 2012

August 31st 2012

Still need to write down
July 31st 2012

I have utterly no idea why I wasn't writing down my dreams in July...

June 1st 2012
I think I had another Disney related dream, some of it in flashes. One was a large piece of paper that was apparently trying to punch holes in for some kind of pointilistic effect. (pointilism is an art form I like) It was spilling somethingon the table that I had to clean up, and I was either at Dad's house or Mom's old Stockton apartment. Other flashes seem to involve me and Richard making a list (on Dad's fridge) of something, buying candy bars that were long and with an orange wrapper, and doing something I think while at Disneyland but I can't be sure as I didn't see any Disney landmarks. Another part of the dream that was more vivid. I was apparently captured by pirates who for some superstitious reason, good luck or bad luck or whatever, they decided they wanted to tie me to their ship as their ship maiden on the front of the bow. I looked up and realized that they didn't have one, so guess what I became? Although I was tied up, I somehow had use of my arms and it felt like I could steer myself. We were paddling down a jungle river and I kept seeing crocodiles swim towards me and I kept calling out "Crocodile" or "Alligator" and "it's coming off the port bow!" I passed them without difficulty and they apparently didn't attack after I had passed them. The knowledge of a boat behind me was kinda fading away and I just felt like I was either wading through the water or in the front of a canoe or something. The alligators got smaller and more toy-like, at one point a black dog looking like Toto from Wizard of Oz came wading through the water yipping a little. I went through a tunnel and on the other side there were minatures like in Storybookland. Suddenly I felt as though I were now on a canalboat going on the Storybook boat ride. I wantedto take a closer look at 2 pictures that I saw. Without physically getting up or leaving the boat, I stopped and looked carefully at the 2 pictures mounted on top of the minatures. One looked like a young Walt Disney and the other I realized was a very small cross stitch of the first picture. After looking at them I moved forward into a building somewhat like a hotel counter with papers and booklet pads and calculators. (why calculators?) I talked to the lady behind the counter and she smild and congradulated me for seeing the cross stitch picture. As I left I saw a gift shop window that had other, larger cross stitch works. That's all I could remember on waking up.


June 5th 2012

Trying to remember a very vivid dream but after a few hours at the polling place. The dream started like a printmaking club meeting and evolved into a kind of nightmarish Ghost Whisperer episode... (a day later I actually wrote the dream down) Started like a Print Club meeting, Dad was picking me up as we were saying goodbye but the other members were clustered around and listening to something Ms Santee was saying. I in the backseat of an already moving car, somehow managed to open the driver’s side door but could not get out. The dream had a movie shot of Dad hitting the brakes and the car screeching to a stop. It was daytime and I got out the passenger side and ran up to the school (not a school I recognize) all because I realized that I had not yet cleaned out my locker and it was the last day of school. (This is particularly bizarre, because I’m sure this was a high school and I did not go to a high school, I was home-schooled. Even though I’m in college now, I almost never have my own locker...) I think I got distracted by an artistic contest thing going on and I tried to make my own art entry quickly so I could get this rubber stamp texture thingy that I liked. I kept trying to find my locker but I seemed to be walking in a maze and passing other students some that were working on their own art projects. The structure of the school kept changing on me, I would walk downstairs and end up in a different building, I took the elevator up and wound upon the floor 0 which seemed to be an ice cold basement freezer! I realized that the ghost of a young girl was making this happen. She had long stringy wet hair and sunken angry eyes. I kept shouting at her trying to make her stop while I kept looking around. Finally I realized my cell phone was ringing. It was Dad who said he was going home without me! I pleaded with the ghost who finally helped me find the locker and there was Dad right next to it! I opened my locker and took out some papers and books and some old food and rotten bananas. I took what I wanted from the locker, embarrassed about the bananas. On the locker door was my art thing. A collage with various metal things on it including a heart cut out of a solid quarter coin! It said something like ‘To the only person in school from whom I actually learned something.’ As I left I saw her parents with a picture of her weeping. I had just decided to give them the art piece when I woke up.


June 6th 2012

I had a dream sort of like an alternate Little Mermaid, where Eric didn’t marry Ariel. At times I felt like part of the action and other times like I was watching a movie. At first I was swimming in a pool but the water was very dirty so when I opened my eyes underwater, it was all cloudy and brown, but the water still felt nice and warm, the pool looked a bit like my Grandmother’s backyard swimming pool, it was especially vivid right by the diving board at the deep end, left corner of the pool closest to her house. At this point it turned more into a movie. A girl first with brown hair and brown or blue eyes hugged Ariel and there was a kind of musical girlish reunion thing. Then the girl started talking about wishing she had a sister with red hair and blue eyes and started talking about wild possibilities of how she could have her wish. Ariel knew that Eric was the girl’s father and that she still loved him. She swam down to the bottom of the... pool? The sea? She was talking to the girl who could I guess breathe underwater... and who now looked way different. Short blondish boy hair with black undertones and brown or green eyes with black eyeliner around them. Ariel was telling this girl about how her father was the human she had loved but that he had married this girl’s mother instead. Ariel told about how she had attempted to film herself underwater and had an accident that had made her look ugly and scary. Flashback to the girl hovering over Ariel in the pool, Ariel turns around and is frightened by the girl. Ariel motions needing to go but how can she leave when she’s in a pool? She pushes herself out of the corner of the pool, turns around and flops into a nearby hot tub, then Ariel takes out a small pink potion and either drinks it or pours it into the hot tub. The hot tub glows bright pink for a moment and Ariel strides out of the tub on human legs. The girl thinks to herself about whether Ariel could turn her into a mermaid. Then a long camera shot shows both the pool and hot tub at night, and slowly pans up to Eric’s castle where the lights are all on and a feast is being eaten. The girl with blonde hair runs in wearing a pink dress, Eric her father is eating at one table, the girl takes the other table and sits down, the backs of hers and Eric’s chairs are touching and they can talk to each other that way. Eric greets her and tells her that the chef prepared her favorite foods and to eat them before they got cold. Across the table a butler lifts up the plate covers and shows spaghetti with 4 huge meatballs and she smiles but first she wants to tell him about a friend she met, someone who taught her a lot. She starts singing an operatic version of Someday my Prince will Come in a fast paced beat and Eric started to recognize it. That was when I woke up thinking, ‘Hey, that’s Snow White’s song...’


June 7th 2012

Had a vague dream that I kinda wish was true. Richard and I had come into a lot of money, about a thousand dollars. As usual, I wanted us to save it while Richard wanted us to split it 50/50, so he could spend his half. I added up all the money we had and realized that we had enough to get our own apartment. We both decided to find our apartment and move into it before Dad came home in a few weeks. So I was looking through newspapers which for some reason had a lot of Disney in them and saw that an old theater was up for rent. Another dream, or perhaps a flash from the first dream. I was in an old apartment or house that other people kept barging into! I would be going around the house in a normal way and then I’d hear a door slam and call out who was there. Two or three people would come in, do something, look at me strangely, and walk out. One black guy who turned out to be a cop, looked like the black actor Michael Clark Duncan. He stood with me and we had a kind of standoff to stop all the trespassers who were by now, starting to turn violent. I think one girl went crazy and I was either trying to tie her up or trying to strangle her one or the other... I think she ended up dying. I can’t really recall anything after that, but when I woke up this morning, I didn’t think I had any dreams that night! I guess I had started trying to block it out.

I had a long time after this where I didn't write down any dreams I had.