About Marina1992
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- I have always been fascinated by dreams, but have only come across the concept of lucid dreaming recently - thought I'd give it a try. As for me, well, I'd like to think I'm friendly and open, I love to make new friends and have fun. I'm also naturally curious...about everything :P Oh, and I'm also French
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Marina1992 on 03-30-2015 at 02:22 AM
I think it was about 9am when I had this, it was pretty short but still pretty awesome!
I am walking around town aimlessly, looking around at the bright shop displays and colourful fronts. It's quite busy, which is perhaps surprising given the weather - grey and wet, as is custom in the UK. As I am absent-mindedly walking about, I notice that a man has been following me for quite a while. Realising this, I shake him off by taking winding streets and getting away from the city centre. I end up walking up some stone stairs, which lead to a beautiful building whose architecture reminds me of a cathedral. Looking around, I see that I am surrounded by these. By now, the sun is out and warming my skin pleasantly. I take my IPod out and reach for my headphones in my bag. Seeing them, a thought occurs to me; I shouldn't have my headphones seeing as earlier that morning, my best friend had let me know that she had taken them (this was real). This prompts me to lucidity, and I check my hands over to confirm my suspicion. Sure enough, although my left hand is normal, my right hand has an extra finger. I am now completely certain of the fact that I am in a dream, and begin to take in my surroundings properly. I run my hands over the stone buildings, appreciating the texture. Satisfied, I concentrate on my LD goal.
(In a particularly striking dream which I had over 3 years ago, I lived in a beautiful villa in the South of Spain. My aim is not only to revisit this villa, but to establish it as my LD HQ.)
Closing my eyes, I concentrate on this house as hard as I can, hoping to teleport there. This approach fails however, and so I set out to find a door. I am hoping that if I truly believe that beyond it lies the house, I can use this to get to it. Before I can find a door however, I am woken up.
It might be small, but still, success!
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Marina1992 on 03-27-2015 at 12:56 AM
Finally, a lucid! This one made me laugh quite a bit after waking up!
I run as fast as my legs can carry me down the dazzlingly white corridor. Feeling like my lungs are about to burst, I glance to my right. Satisfied that Hermione is keeping up without too much difficulty, I make no effort to slow down. She says something to me, but I cannot hear her over the sound of the air rushing past my ears. Footsteps. Someone is chasing us. I know that if I trip up, if I get caught, I will die, right here in Hogwarts. Spotting a broom closet, I run towards it, and lock myself in. I smile and take a few moments to catch my breath. I'm in Hogwarts, with Hermione, being chased by none other than her evil twin. Perplexed, I consider this piece of information. Hermione doesn't have a twin. This realisation brings me to lucidity, and my thoughts are teeming with possibilities. After some reflection, I decide to continue on with the dream's plot, not yet having set an LD goal. As if on cue, my pursuer's face appears flattened on the closet door's small glass window. I laugh at the comical sight, before thinking that I need a wand. Excited at the prospect of trying out my dream control skills, I shove my right in my pocket enthusiastically, concentrating entirely on this one thought; 'When I pull out my hand, I will be holding a wand.'. Feeling my fingers grasp a small, thin object, I pull it out, only to see what I am holding. A stick. A fucking stick. Putting it back in, I try again. A pencil. Ugh. As they say, third time's the charm, and finally, I find myself in possession of a beautiful wand. I admire the small intricate carvings on its handle before unlocking the closet door. Confident in my skills, I step outside, ready to face my enemy.
*BEEP**BEEP*BEEP**BEEP*BEEP**BEEP*BEEP**BEEP*BEEP* *BEEP*BEEP**BEEP*BEEP**BEEP*BEEP**BEEP*BEEP**BEEP
THAT STUPID ALARM. EVERY TIME. EVERY DAMNED TIME.
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Marina1992 on 03-24-2015 at 03:45 PM
This entry is going to differ a little from the usual simply because something fairly odd happened to me last night. I've never heard/read of it happening (though I am sure it is a regular occurrence) ,so I'm not certain as to what to call it. In any case, I'm going to describe what took place and maybe someone can shed some light on it
I am sitting down at a table, in a café. Looking around me, the colour of the walls strike me as lovely, being a warm and inviting orange. The establishment itself looks very comfortable, typical of the south of France or Spain. The tables were round and white, the floor was marble, with the counter facing the entrance. I was sitting away from it, a little removed from the customers. The happy chatter and laughter, the clatter of cutlery and general bustling of life which emanated from my surroundings just made the sunny afternoon feel even more like summer, and it lulled me gradually to sleep. I had been using the café as a place to study, seeing as it was also where I worked. Now far too tired to carry on, I fold my arms on the table and rest my head upon them. Feeling strangely comfortable, I fall asleep.
This is where it gets a bit weird.
Before me stands a woman, dressed as Katniss from the Hunger Games. I know it isn't her, but I don't know who she is either. She smiles and beckons to me, telling me to come towards her without actually saying a word. I begin to do so, but stop midway. She frowns as realisation dawns on me. This is a dream! Grinning I congratulate myself on finally becoming lucid. This new found lucidity leads me to thinking the following; This is a dream. Therefore, I know I can manipulate the environment! More determined than ever, I pull myself out of the fake Katniss dream and back into the café dream. I then proceed to pull the fake Katniss out with me, so that we both end up in the café. The issue here is that given the fact that I thought the fake Katniss dream was a dream, I reasoned that the café must be real. I essentially genuinely believed that I had managed to bring my dream character to life through lucidity. What is even weirder is the fact that I was completely unrestrained by any dream plot or narrative. I could do what I wanted. It was definitely a completely different atmosphere to my usual, non lucid dreams. Anyway, throughout the rest of the dream, we chat happily about various things, whilst drinking coffee. I realise that as soon as my attention wanes away from her, fake Katniss begins to disappear. For this reason, I feel compelled to remain with her until the dream ends.
Well, there you have it. I still don't fully understand what went on, but it was a lot of fun!
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Marina1992 on 03-19-2015 at 10:04 PM
Dream 1
My (ex) fiancé and I are holding hands, shopping around. I just remember being really happy.
Dream 2
I'm on the phone with my ex fiancé, telling him that I refuse to marry any other. He sighs, and tells me that we have to move forward and onwards. Tears roll down my face.
Didn't like this dream. Not one bit.
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Marina1992 on 03-19-2015 at 12:40 AM
I kept waking up and shifting around in my sleep, I was too hot but too drowsy to do anything about it
Dream 1
Isabelle's (my best friend) brother's (let's call him Brandon) car, a black corsa, blocked the way out so that his father couldn't leave. Isabelle and I were supposed to be dropped off somewhere by him, and are standing in the corridor, ready to go. Her father grumbles before calling Brandon so that he can move his car. Unfortunately, Brandon is fast asleep upstairs and cannot hear him. The dream ends when his father stomps upstairs to go wake him up.
Dream 2
Still at Isabelle's house, we are in her room, joined by her cousin, sister and my grandmother. It is about 8 pm, and we are all getting ready to go out and celebrate (what I have no clue). I'm sitting at her desk, facing the huge ornate mirror which rests on it. She's sitting on her bed, situated behind me. I see her flinch, and ask her what is wrong. She looks at me whilst bringing the index finger of her right hand to eye level. I see blood spurting out fairly abundantly, much like the way a jet of water would bounce off a spoon. Upon closer instruction, I see that the blood is clear, and in fact simply just water. (You'd think that would give me a little hint like, 'psssst this isn't possible, you're dreaming!' but nope). I hand her a band aid which she applies carefully. Following this, she reminds me to bring money with me for ice cream which according to her, cost £7 each. Excited at the prospect of watching fireworks, I smile and stand up, intending to go downstairs. As I open the door, I am greeted with the image of her father dancing along to some hip hopish song in order to entertain some nearby children. This has me in stitches (if you knew her father it would have the same effect on you), and I call Isabelle so that she can witness it herself. We laugh unrestrainedly, giddy and full of joy.
PS: Apologies for the abundance of parentheses.