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    I have little discipline for myself. Time and time again I have tried to develop habits like writing in a dream journal and conducting reality checks, and time and time again I have failed. This seems like a very active forum, so I'm hoping that joining and participating in discussions will help motivate me to follow through with my goal of getting a lucid dream, and subsequently doing so regularly.
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    Venezuelan Avalanches and other strange things

    by SuperSN on 11-25-2014 at 05:23 PM
    Dream 1:

    I'm in Venezuela with George W. Bush on a mountainside overlooking a city. On the other side of the city is a mountain range just like the one we're on. For all intents and purposes, the city might as well be in a really shallow canyon. A massive avalanche comes from the other mountain and sweeps over the city and us. When the snow settles, there's the coolest vista I've ever had the pleasure of witnessing. Just stunning. There were also these plants scattered around that poomf-ed out some purple dust that dotted the otherwise totally white landscape. We start walking down the mountain, along with loads of tourists. I meet lots of women CEOs and COOs on the way down. One pulls me off the trail and onto a small little rock that's hard to stand on. I find a handhold in the packed snow that's on it. She heads an online teaching service that seems to use the same framework as Udacity. Her courses are very small, but the questions are very intensive for every video.

    Flashback to her as a mom and home school teacher, she's having her kids use the teaching tool she made. She looks really frazzled, like an overworked housewife. The kids are using iMacs. A son has a blackboard over his screen, and the mom tells him to take it off and begin his quiz, already on the screen. The house suddenly catches on fire. Pan out, and we see she lives on the river in a massively dense city. I remember this fire being very famous, and a lot of people died as a result of it. She and her kids jump out a window into the river and swim downstream. There's some odd shenanigans about the kids having some sort of dormant water-based disease, and the mom can't kiss them. The father of the household, skinny tall and blonde, comes down and practically thanks the gods that his family is safe. Later, the mom's cousin who is now a handyman wiz kid comes over and starts fixing everything in exchange for room and board. He has a very strange hairstyle and those hilarious circle-cartoon glasses on.

    I'm now inside the refurbished home and accidentally pushed a brick in the wall. It sinks in, and another brick pops out slightly. I press that, then a third, then the whole wall folds in Diagon Alley-style. I descend into the depths below, Minerva McGonagall now in tow. It's like a cave, and getting from room to room takes some sucking in. All the rooms we pass are on an incline, so we just slide down slowly. In most of these rooms there are spooky-looking horizontal bookcases that have spiderwebs all over them and a large curved handle to pull them further out. We finally arrive at a room large enough to stand in and a normal vertical bookshelf with books that look like they were taken straight out of a Barnes and Nobles. They even had slips of paper in them with the price. One of the books was really thick and had a maroon and gold cover. I red the synopsis about some survival game that centers around water in a huge labyrinth. On the front it says it's part of a collection of books that are inspired by Steven King's strange dreams and hallucinations. Although the book is only $5, a steal, I decide to write down the details and check it out at the library later, because I want to be frugal.

    Dream 2 (and 3?):

    I'm riding a bike towing a large cart around town. It's pink and is pretty embarrassing. I pull up to a gas station but I'm not sure how to park my bike. I see inside my dad is speaking with a lot of other people in a lounge, and I go inside to fetch him. He's preoccupied, but I eventually get hold of him and beckon him outside. The bike has now changed colors to blue and there is a lady filling up my bike. I assume she's found a way to park the bike, but my dad tells me it's on the front wheel. We never thank the lady, and I'm not even sure I get on my bike before the dream ends. Ish.

    I'm on a porn set that looks like a bad cartoon from the mid-90s. They're currently filming a MMFF scene, and the women seem to be enjoying it quite a fair bit. The cartoon effect is removed from the dream. One of the men starts to orgasm but instead of ejaculating, he shoots lasers out of his dick that explode on contact. The crew and actors start running around like chicken with their heads cut off and this dick-laser guy is pretty distraught over the fact that he can't stop it. Turns out Zeus has cursed all male adult actors and each one has a different ailment. The dream POV moves over to the other actor and his balls are giant, metal, spiky, and detached from his body. He has to carry his dangerous balls around on a magical chain that radiates a blue glow.

    I'm in my apartment now, and my friend Garrett and my dad are with me. We're making lunches for a lot of people to eat sometime later. They're all in white lunch bags, and I think they're for a hiking trip. We wonder how we'll take these to where they need to go, and I remember I own a bike suited to this very job, the one I took to the gas station. I suggest that to some ehhs. I also think about how that male actor with the balls he has to lug around could greatly benefit from a bike like mine.
    This is where the dream ends and I wake up.

    Updated 11-25-2014 at 05:27 PM by SuperSN

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    Black Surgeon and the Magic Pepper Grinder

    by SuperSN on 11-21-2014 at 04:23 PM
    Dream 1:

    It was nighttime, and me and another man were being escorted by a black man to a nice looking home. We stepped inside to an extravagant kitchen centered around a massive pillar. The other man and the black man stepped away and went somewhere else. I decided to investigate and walk around the pillar, which was covered by a counter going around the circumference. Dinner had obviously been cooked just recently. There was a all-steel stockpot whose lid was rattling around like whatever was inside was about to over boil. There were cooking implements scattered around and a glass baking pan with some pasta and a half-eaten slice of garlic bread in it. I took a sample of the bread; It was great.

    I stepped outside to a small-church-graveyard-looking thing, with a black spiked fence surrounding it. There was fog all around and a tomb (mausoleum?) off to my right. I approached the tomb and the black man, now dressed in surgeon wear, stepped outside, mumbling something about the surgery he was performing inside the tomb. The black man turned surgeon and the other man began chasing something around the house.

    Dream 2:

    Me and at least ten other people were tightly packed on a tiny green hill with a coffee table in the center of us. My mom was among the crowd. Some were standing, others sitting. Someone was making a performance. I had a pepper grinder in my hand and as if it were second nature, smacked the bottom on my open palm. I raised the grinder to reveal a wooden statue now on my palm, no bigger than the diameter of the grinder and not much taller than it. I was amazed and did the same motion to get similar results, a wooden circle on the bottom and some complex wooden design raising above it. Some designs were more complex than others. By this time I was standing and had garnered the attention of everyone else in the group, including the performer. They ooh-ed and aah-ed every time I revealed another statue. My mom in particular was very impressed, and I kept thinking that this was no sleight of hand, this was actual, genuine magic.

    Eventually I revealed the most complex design of them all, with thin ribbons crossing over each other, balls scattered throughout, and resin anime figures, which was weird. I was very impressed by this one, and shortly after I woke up from the dream.
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    Churchball!

    by SuperSN on 01-13-2014 at 08:53 PM
    Dream 1:

    I can't remember much of it, but we were going on a ski trip from our house with Bill Eddy, my friend's father, and we were having a lot of trouble getting our shit together. I argued with my brother quite violently at one point, and I may have attempted to choke him. This is very disconcerting to me.

    Dream 2:

    Churchball, for those of you who don't know, is basically basketball with some very slight rule alterations and played casually by members of the LDS Church. It can get pretty serious depending on where you go, even so far as stake-wide tournaments on Saturdays. In my dreams, I wasn't playing churchball, but I was playing basketball and it was in the gym of the church. I'm pretty sure our coach was Will Smith. On the field there were these spots with numbers on them. The first number was the row it was in, and the second number the column. So, the number 74 spot would be row 7, column 4. One of the members on our team ordered each of us onto a spot, and should the ball come to or near our spot, it was our responsibility to deal with it, like volleyball. I was placed in a few critical places and I failed my job every time. I've never been good at basketball.

    After a while, I went into a small room on the back of the gym. In there was Conan O'Brien. He asked me a few questions about ex-Mormons and skiing and whatnot.

    Updated 11-21-2014 at 04:38 PM by SuperSN

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    Braking the car from the backseat

    by SuperSN on 01-12-2014 at 07:08 PM
    I was either in Seattle or Portland, it was hard to tell from underground. I was walking with my family away from some sort of transportation terminal, I think. In the last hallway to the door to outside, we passed a girl (guy?) I knew from Georgia named Devan. She was walking with someone that looked very similar to her, and was either her boyfriend or a cousin. I said hi and asked her why she was in Seattle/Portland. I never got an answer. In any case, she was walking toward us but decided to walk with us.

    We got outside, and we were in a parking lot. It was barely before the crack of dawn, and I think the time of day changed wildly throughout the course of the dream. My father immediately ran out in front of 2 cars in a line and ordered them to stop, because he had an orange caution vest on. They stopped only a foot or so away from my dad. I ran after him, asking him "why are you being such an asswad?" He was rummaging through the trunk of his Outback, but stopped and jumped in the driver's seat. I got into the passenger side backseat. He drove a very short distance to a pair of pink jeeps, and began to jack one of them. The second pink jeep mysteriously disappeared. I asked dad why he had to be jacking such a gaudy and obvious to find car. He must of listened to me, because he stopped jacking the car and got into the passenger seat. I looked back at the first pink jeep and it was also gone, disappeared into thin air. I assumed by previous position in the Outback. Dad shifted the car into drive, and off we were.

    For some reason, I could steer the car, sorta. Not every well. But even more miraculous, there was a brake on the passenger side of the car and my legs were JUUUUST long enough to reach it with my toes. Since we were driving in the parking lot and dad didn't have any intention of slowing down, I tried numerous times to brake and avoid cars and walls. For the most part, other cars could avoid us but the wall could not. Dad said he'd put the crash into the wall on his tab. The dream ended from my alarm.
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    The Edges of the World and Underwater Babes

    by SuperSN on 01-11-2014 at 08:01 PM
    I was sitting on a beach with some people who I didn't know, but were apparently my family. There was a black table with a vertical lip around it in front of me. In the table, there were areas of red sand. I noticed that Dan from Extra Credits was sitting to the left of me, and he began explaining that the table was a representation of the world, and that you could push stuff off the edges and it would be gone forever. He said that the people of the desert in the south screwed themselves over by doing this. They lost a huge portion of their land, and basically became an island nation, instead of a huge sprawling desert nation. He also explained how heroes and their legends were localized to very specific areas, but I wasn't listening very hard on that part.

    My "father" saw a green X mark on the ground forward and to the left of me, and decided he wanted to dig it up. I don't know if there was anything special there, because I decided to dig up another green X further away from the water's edge. The wind was blowing really hard though, and there was a woman sitting right next to the X. Because of my positioning, I couldn't dig the sand without the wind either blowing it back to where it was or blowing it into the woman.

    Next thing I know, I'm underwater open-air restaurant. There were a bunch of naked ladies swimming around, they were waitresses. I wanted to eat, but they only served 2 things, a $40 4 course meal or a $20 sandwich of the remains of the chicken they used to make the 4 course meal, and they fried those. I swam over to a lady with blonde hair and complained about the prices, but she scoffed at me and gave off the vibe that I wasn't rich enough to even be here. I got mad and demanded a seat, and then the dream ended.
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