My otherworldly experiences.

I can't remember this whole dream very well; just from a certain point onwards:

Lucid = orange

I'm sitting on a couch with a couple of men, and we're watching something. I'm sitting next to a darker-skinned guy but he's getting a bit too close for my liking. I move away but he just gets closer again, making me feel rather uncomfortable in the process. I tell him to move away a bit but he doesn't really do anything, and laughs. I then have enough of it and get up, then another guy gets his dick out and starts wanking over me, so I try to instantly get out of the room, but the guy holds me down climaxes all over me before I can. I then break free and run out of the room and down a hallway, through another door (my clothes are kind of hanging off me) and into some posh dining place. I die of embarrassment and immediately vacate the area, running out of the building completely.
The perverted rapists are behind me and for some reason the police as well.

Next I'm running through a hospital-like area (can't remember how I got there) and the police are shooting at me, but I dodge all the bullets matrix style and break the line of sight, spotting a toilet ahead which I race into (I didn't pay attention to whether it was a men's or woman's toilet, but I think it was a woman's one. Quite frankly I was too occupied). There's a woman in there, and I dive into a cubicle before she spots me, in-case she's on their side.
I then randomly realise I'm just dreaming, and that none of this is real, which gives me a surge in confidence, and just walk out of the cubicle not caring that I'm in the opposite gender's toilet or that there are people after me (constantly reminding myself that everything is just a dream, and not real). I get a proper look at the woman, and she's quite hot, but to avoid anything going down, I instantly start buttering her up with foreplay, knowing that she would comply. Things develop very quickly until the point where she hops onto my lap with her arms around my neck (if you get what I mean). I then notice 2 black men running towards the toilet (most likely after me) and shuffle over (with me and her still interlocked) and lock the door, so that they can't get in. I then take her back to where we were before and my vision starts fading, as per usual, but I'm determined to stay lucid this time, so I tell her ''Baby, I need your help. Help me stay lucid.'' and hold both of her hands, putting all my energy into how it feels. Eventually stability returns to me, and we're free to continue what we were doing. Things get more and more heated, and I remind myself now and then that it's not real. Then something shocking happens; this woman turns into a some kind of black demon, with multiple eyes, that are a vibrant red colour and hisses ''What if I'm a manifestation of everything negative within you!?'' (or something very similar to that) Although I know I'm dreaming, for some reason fear starts to take over and I race to the door to get out. I remember I locked it. I unlock it as fast as I can before this thing gets to me and run out.
Next I find myself running down Lysander (the doorway must have acted as some kind of teleport since I wanted to get away). I knew I was away but still kind of worried that this Demon might be chasing me, so I jump up and start flying, soaring down the road. I'm paying a lot of attention to everything around me, and note how everything is extremely vivid, yet none of it is real. It fascinates me; how this lucid is very vivid, looking just like real life, yet it's merely a dream; something conjured up by my brain.
The road then leads me into town, and I can see cars and people going by. For a laugh, I decide to land on one of the cars and see where it takes me. I spot my target, and then it speeds up quite a bit, racing off into the distance, but I'm determined to catch up to him, and will myself to speed up accordingly. I'm now flying at amazing speed, loving every second of it, and catch up to the car within a manner of seconds, landing on the roof. The driver honks his/her horn with disapproval, but I don't care as it's just a dream, so I can get away with anything I please.
Eventually it takes me to the centre of town, and I hop off and go near the bus stop. Although there are a few people walking about, I figure I should call for some homies and start yelling ''Whoop Whoop! Where my Juggalo's at?!'' and similar things. Then I start seeing homies running up to me, some of which painted up, which I find awesome. Things still seem a bit bare though, so I call for some Juggalette's too, and sure enough some ladies enter the group (likewise, some painted up, some not). I take quite a fancy to one of them and pull her over to the wall and start making out. I hear cheers and applause from the group, obviously liking the fact I just pulled so easily, referring to me as some form of Legend. Then the dream randomly starts fading out and I feel wakefulness creeping up, but the image of the girl stays constant - frozen in time. I just focus on this image and try to go back to sleep, in the hope of reinstating lucidity.

Then a new scene appears before me. I'm sitting down with a group that's circled around a fire, looking down at a guy's crotch area. I'm not fully in the dream at this point, but I seize this opportunity. (I'm not sure why I did what I did next, but I guess it makes sense since I wanted to ground myself into the dream with any means necessary, and touched on 3 senses with 1 action) I then grab this guys crotch area, noting how it feels (I'm a straight guy, so this is quite strange) and then proceed to whip it out and start giving him head. My eyes are open while I'm doing this, and although I'm surprised at myself, I can feel the dream becoming stronger around me. Then I get up and start walking around, and am immediately greeted by a false awakening.

I'm in bed (in my old room) unaware that I'm still dreaming, and proceed to record my lucid experience. While I'm doing this, however, I can feel 'sleep' overcoming me against my will, and then I find myself back in the same scene as I was in before.

I realise I'm back in the dream and become lucid. I'm now on a higher level of ground, looking down at where I just was. There's a guy to the right of me and he says something which I don't remember now, but it had some usefulness. I asked him if he was a dream guide, and he said ''Of sorts, yes.''. I then proceeded to ask him about why my dream guides are always different, and whether the guy from a previous lucid was a guide or not. He was confused as to who I meant, so I reminded him, and told him about the guy who murdered that girl. He then knew who I meant, and told me not to worry about it, as it was in the past. I accepted his response and noticed there was another of him standing behind him. I ignored this and followed him into a house.

I was then sitting with him and a rather different looking Niall around a table, asking him a lot of questions. I don't recall what they were, or the answers, but I do remember thinking that he talked about a lot of things that reminded me of myself; reinforcing the fact that he was actually manifestation of a part of my mind. Both him and Niall were making things. Although, there was something about Niall which scared me. I removed something off of his face (a mask or layer of his face or something) twice, changing his appearance both times to his 'true' form. He looked like some type of baby, although he was still the same size as in real life. I was worried he was going to attack me and picked up some scissors for self-defence. My 'guide' gave me a ''wtf are you doing?'' look and for a moment I was worried he might read my thoughts and get on the offensive, so I dismissed my worry and changed my motives and said ''Well, these are less likely to hurt him, so I think he should use these.''
Note: 'Niall' was cutting things out and stuff with a pair of normal scissors, but these were considerably different.
My 'guide' then responded with ''Good thinking!''. Then the both of them finished what they were making. I can't remember what the 'guide' did but Niall made some tower with loads of edible animals on it. I get up and walk around the table, inspecting their work, and ask the 'guide' if I could reinstate lucidity for me, as I needed to wake up soon and write everything down so that I don't forget. He told he it was fine and that he would. I then inquired about their work; that if they were parts of me, I should be able to produce similar results. The 'guide' concurred, and then a few moments later I awoke.

Well they say there's a first for everything, and last night I actually achieved lucidity before 4AM (which is unheard of in my case). My memory was rather vague upon waking. I recall it being longer than my average lucid, but I only remember it from a certain point onwards.

Anyway:

Lucid = orange

It's day time, and I'm walking past the Westlands Airfield bit (it would be classed as an alley-way if there were buildings either side of me, instead of fencing). When I emerge, there's no cars. I'm standing on the road with the intentions of fulfilling one of my goals, which is to find a computer and use it to tap into my memories, and I knew there would be one at my house, which I wasn't too far from. (I read somewhere here that somebody had been able to do that via google in a lucid).
To get there quicker/more chance of staying lucid, I call for my dream guide. I then see a heavily armoured DC with a single horn on his head, coming towards me in the distance. Again, it was a completely different person, and the fact he looked awesome was almost too good to be true. I approached him and asked if he was my dream guide. He nodded, and then corresponded to my wishes before, turning himself into an armoured rhino with me riding on top, taking me to my house.
I don't remember how long I had been lucid at this point, but I do remember thinking before/after calling for my guide that this lucid had lasted considerably longer than usual, and I was having absolutely no difficulty seeing, talking, or anything, like I sometimes do - everything was perfectly clear.
When we arrive at my home I thank him, and then ask if there's any way he could bestow better memory upon me, so that I could record all of my lucid upon waking. He said he couldn't do this, and instead left me a parting gift: A duplicate of my bike with a few extra lights on the front, which were extremely powerful. I can't remember the reason why he did this, but it obviously had some use to me.
He then dissipated before my eyes, leaving me standing on my own with 2 bikes.

I thought I had woken up at this point, somehow going into a dream state on my way home (and sleepwalking). It seemed kind of strange, that concept I mean, and I decided to do a reality check just to make sure. I held my nose shut, and found I could still breathe through it. For some annoying reason, I took this as a sign that I was awake and didn't register the fact I had just succeeded with a reality check. I also thought that this extra bike was some miracle, as a dream remnant had stayed with me, even upon 'waking', although I was worried about how I would explain this phenomenon to my parents, and that they would think I had stolen it or something.
I then proceeded to put both in the garage. For a second I hesitated and figured I should dump the other bike off somewhere else to avoid suspicion, but then I dismissed that and just put them both in. I then hear motorbikes and see Mike & Wilson coming down the drive. It's night time now and I want to get some work done before I go to bed, so I have to tell them to come back another day.

Note: The next bits are fragments from before I was lucid, still in the same dream, I think.

I'm at school in the upper school hall and some guy is starting on me for no reason. I confront him fully, but he just hits me a few times. I don't give a damn as it doesn't hurt and continue to tell him how pathetic he is for doing this, since I've done NOTHING to him.

I'm running out of the upper school hall, not out of fear, but because I want to do something elsewhere. I'm kind of paranoid that people will mistake that for me running away from him, however.

I've got some long nose thing which I'm gonna use to take the piss outta this guy who started on me. Then some of his cronies (they're quite big) are about to come out the door, so I need to find a place to hide. My friend Niall is just about to go into the toilet at this point, so I figure that's the best place to go. However, the cronies try to get in (unaware that I'm there) so I quickly lock the door and hide in the disabled bit at the back of the room, hoping that Niall will then make an exit and they won't know the difference.

I'm on my bike about to leave the premises and go home. I need to go uphill though some people. They're kicking a ball around and it flies past me. I stop and try to kick it back but it goes the wrong way.

This next bit is from my last dream, some hours later:

I'm in some random place with a large group of people. We're hunting a type of something (I think), or just trying to defend ourselves from an attack. We all have guns. People in the group keep getting attacked by ravenous wolves, losing limbs as a result. It almost happens to me at one point; I'm out of ammo and one is charging towards me, about to strike. Somebody yells ''Kick it in the face as hard as you can, you've got nothing to lose!'' so I try. I can't move, I think I'm done for. Then somebody jumps in front of me and takes the hit, losing his leg.

Later on the group gather up. I ask if anybody has any ammo, and somebody hands me more than 2 times the amount I need. I'm seriously grateful and load my gun, putting the rest of it into the bag. My friend Ash then says ''Well, I'm gonna stick with you then!''

Lucid = orange

I'm with my friend Sam Harris and one of his friends. His friend wants to take a bus into town but doesn't know how much it costs, so I explain it to him. I then go with Sam to the ticket booth, and the other guy mishes off as he wants to do something before he goes, entrusting getting the ticket with us. Once that's done, we go our separate ways.

Next I'm in a building nearby (I think) with somebody else, in a place which reminds me of a part of college. This guy takes a small girl and drowns her head-first in a sink full of water or something. He's laughing while he does this. Then we hear a loud bellow and somebody is chasing after us (probably her father). The guy disappears and I'm left with the blame, even thinking I had some part in it, racing down the staircase and out of the building as fast as I can, with this frenzied man chasing after me. As soon as I get out, I spot a car, and figure that's the ideal place to hide. I go round the back of it and squeeze underneath, bringing in all my limbs so that he won't see me. It's a success, and he goes past.
Note: I never actually saw this guy, only heard.
The next thing that happened I don't really understand. I became lucid, but at the same time I didn't, I just became in control. I underwent some sort of transition in which the dream became clearer and colours were more vibrant, like something being wiped across my vision, but I already knew I was dreaming before that to an extent, just not fully.
At this point I almost woke up, but managed to keep myself within the dream. I'm now in lying on my back in the car, on my own, being transported somewhere. The scenery outside of the car was strange, similar to what you'd expect to see while travelling through some kind of wormhole (or something of that nature).
Because of what had just happened, I remembered I needed to deepen my state if I was to get anywhere, and proceeded to rub my hands together and note how it felt. Then the dream faded out to black, leaving only a small part of what I had just been seeing, and I could feel myself back in bed. I could still feel my dream hands rubbing together though, so I concentrated on that entirely and managed to bring the scene back to life in its fullness.
The scene then changes to a vastly populated area that looked like some kind of city square.
Note: This is the first time I've seen SO MANY people in a lucid. Usually I see none/a few.
I'm in the 3rd person, with no control over what's happening, being told that I've been sent as a detective to solve the murder of this girl and bring the criminal(s) to justice. Then it zooms back into my body and control is restored. I think to myself ''Well, that's not going to work, since it was me and that other guy.'' and dismiss it entirely, eager to get on with my lucid goals. The first thing I do is recognise that I'm having trouble staying lucid this time, and call for my dream guide. I then waste no time in exploring what's around me. There's a guy in front of me. I ask him if he knows anyone, but he just gives me the 'wtf' look, so I turn around and spot a bench. I bend down and look at it closely, examining fine details, all the while rubbing my hands together and noting how it feels. I also take some time to touch up the bench a bit.
I then hear somebody crying out trying to get my attention. It's a half laugh-half yell kind of thing and then from the right side of me somebody jumps on my shoulders, nearly throwing me back into wakefulness. I manage to hold on, however, and bring myself to, (AGAIN ) and this guy is sitting in front of me on the bench, and sounds very proud of me. I assumed this was my dream guide, although he looked completely different to who I saw last time. I ignored this change and asked him how to get more lucid, since I was experiencing quite a bit of difficulty this time round. He told me ''Right now, you're gonna eat something.'' I turned to the left and spotted an ice-cream stand and ask him if that'll work. He dismissed that idea and told me to find a ''potato chip'' instead, then ran off. Leaving me clueless of where to find one.

After analysing this after waking, I'm now sure this guy wasn't a dream guide. It's quite possible it was the guy who murdered that girl, hence his initial attitude (the loud and proud type. Since we had evaded any form of justice, that makes sense.) and why everything he did only threw me off course.

I'm in school and a fire drill occurs. We're not meant to take our bags but just leave everything but I take my bag anyway.

I'm on my bike going home. It's night time. For some reason I throw my top layers off and they land in the distance on the road. I then stop to pick them up again.

I'm in school standing outside the lower school building. I'm with somebody. It's like the first day back or something. There's a long line of older students at the top of the playground and they're slagging off some girl. Then the bell goes and classes begin. Me and the person I'm with head off to Maths, but for some reason I'm held up and end up arriving 5-10 mins late. Mr Gillingham is my teacher again (he left in like year 9 or something). I walk in and ask him where I should sit and he indicates to an empty space a few steps away at the front. However, there isn't a chair there, so I have to go elsewhere. When I find one, I'm sitting between 2 girls, one of which being Holly; somebody who I haven't seen since I left Gillingham in year 5. We're assigned to do some questions in our books. It gets too hot after a while so I strip off my trousers. The chair has disappeared, too, so I'm now sitting on the floor half naked. I don't really mind, strangely. I just block out the fact other people can see me and continue doing what I was doing. I then realise my book only has 2 pages left.

Lucid = orange

Background info: Previous to this I had had a dream where I was in my old school again. I don't remember too much of it but the last thing I was doing was flying around the lower school playground showing off to a younger friend of mine, and messing around with 'fly boxes' as we called them, which were basically those things you hold on to and they lift you in the air. Then I woke up during this.

I'm not sure what happened next. I either did a WILD or achieved a DEILD. Basically as I was going back to sleep I got those memory impression things (I was conscious, too) which happen when you're drifting off, although one of them suddenly turned consistent (if you get what I mean) and I found I was in a dream and not trying to go to sleep any more.

I'm back in the same place I was before, only everybody has gone and I'm alone standing on top of room 26 in the lower school playground. I crouch down quite surprised at the fact I just managed whatever it was I just did and start taking in note of what I can to ground my lucidity, e.g. what I can see around me, what the floor and my hands feel like, what I can hear around me, etc.
When I think I'm planted firmly enough into the dream I decide what I'm going to do. I was flying around last time so I decide I'm going to go down that road this time, and remember I wanted to go to the Moon at some point. There was something about where I was that I didn't like, as well. I think it was a noise. It made me feel a little scared but I just dismissed it and continued with my intentions. I then jumped up and found myself hovering in the air and then tried to get higher by flapping my arms but it was a little hard to move them. I then recalled that anything can be done purely by will, so I took note of that fact and didn't worry about my arms in case I woke up or something and just willed myself up, and sure enough, I started soaring into the air very fast until I found myself looking down on planet Earth with the Moon in sight.

At this point I found it harder to proceed and was starting to slip back into the Earth, but I just dismissed that and willed myself harder to go forward, and I was then speeding towards the Moon.
Upon entry, it was rather strange, as I was descending through darkness and a forest of trees. I kind of felt uncomfortable here, as I was in an alien place to me in which I could barely see, but I just reassured myself it would be fine as I was only dreaming.
When I finally landed, the first thing I saw were dozens of strange looking giraffes just wandering about. I heard a voice too, which said something like ''Now you can claim your own (can't remember the name)'' but basically these Giraffes weren't actually Giraffes but something else. My surroundings were rather swamp like, sort of like Dagobah in Star Wars but more lit up, and there were more creatures roaming past me as well, including various dinosaurs such as raptors and t-rex's.
After a while I decided I didn't like this place and wanted to go back to Earth, so I started flying up. On the way I was joined by a couple of huge flying dinosaurs which unnerved me and I tried to get past them as quick as possible. However, things didn't go to plan and one of them decided to swallow me whole.

I then 'woke up', although it was actually a false awakening. I didn't register that though and lost lucidity.

The next dream(s) are just random bits I can remember which happened afterwards:

I'm at my older sister Leah's house (although it's not actually her house, but a random one). She's set up some DOOM style game for me and a couple of others. There's also loads of food darted about which we're free to eat as much of as we'd like. We all have pistols, and our job is to take out the boss in the kitchen or something (which I think was a cat). I recall trying to find a better gun, e.g the shotgun, all the way through but I had no luck. The end result was that we couldn't defeat the boss.

I'm on an awesome looking motorbike randomly on a motorway with no recollection as to how I obtained the bike and how I got there in the first place, where I am, and where I'm going. I'm not really too worried though, because I have a hearthstone in my bag which is stationed at Leah's house.
Note: A hearthstone is an item in World of Warcraft which teleports you to your 'home' which you set yourself.
With that in mind I just set off on where the road is going to take me on this amazing bike going really fast. It was a little sketchy because I don't know how to drive but that wasn't too much of a problem. After a long stretch of road and a roundabout the bike started packing up a bit so I was looking for a place to turn in, and found one. Open entering, I saw a group of youth from church and my younger sister Tabitha was with them. They were just standing/sitting around outside a large door, all dressed smartly. It looked like a wedding was going on and I assumed it was for Becky. I pull over still with all the abnormality of what's happened to me in my mind and ask Sarah if I'm dreaming or not. She tells me I am, which surprises me, and I don't fully believe her. I ask her again. She gives me the same answer. Then my friend Ben comes out of the blue and I ask him the same question; he says I'm not. At this point I'm really confused and do 2 reality checks. Both indicate that I'm not dreaming, so I assume he's right (I'm such a dickwad, seriously ).
So yeah, I then ask him about the bike and tell him how I randomly obtained it and that I'm scared I might have stolen it from somebody. He then tells me ''Don't worry, Sam. I bought it for you.''
Note: Ben was always giving me stuff during school, he was an awesome friend.
We then get into conversation about it and I wake up during the midst of it.

So like, I haven't wrote in my dream journal for almost a week. That's seriously lacking some effort, yo. But then again I was having difficulty with my re-call.
Anyway, today was an absolute success. Love it.

Lucid = orange

Dream 1 -

I'm in bed trying to get to sleep and ultimately lucid (unaware that I'm dreaming) and having great difficulty doing so. I then hear a knock on the door, it's Tamara.
Note: Tamara is my younger sister's best friend.
She asks if she can help and I agree. My eyes are shut through the whole of this but I hear her come in and then hold my hand, which I find quite soothing and it also helps towards what I'm aiming for as I start drifting off. Then this black cat appears. It can talk, and I ask if it can help me become lucid. It says it can (and other stuff which I can't remember, although I think one the things it said was ''see you in the dream-world'') and then curls up at the top of my head. I then go through some sort of trippy phase and I'm able to simply get out of my body just like that and 'into' the dream-world.

I'm then lucid, still unaware of the fact I was dreaming before, but knew I was now nonetheless. It's kind of hard for me to speak and I have the problem with keeping my eyes open again, so I call for my dream guide and start paying attention to what I can hear and touch and feel what's on the floor in the hope of achieving what I did last time. While I'm doing this the black cat appears again and this time it's sitting on the end of my bed just watching me.

I then accidentally open my eyes for real and wake up. It was about 5:55 in the morning. I was kinda annoyed at the fact I had just failed but was proud nonetheless because I had another lucid, and actually remembered to try to find my/a dream guide (This cat appeared, but I'm not sure if it is one).
So, with that positive mind frame I went back to sleep.

Dream 2 -

I'm playing a game on the computer. I'm in some kind of square by the sea with a group of others, and we have to kill 4 random bosses within 10 minutes (penguin, cat, etc or something). With about 4 minutes left I hear my Dad call out that it's prayer time.
Note: Every night (the majority of the time) we have a family prayer just before one of us goes to bed.
I state that I can't go up just yet because we're running out of time and need to finish this. Dad says ''We'll have to do it without you then.'' I feel kinda bad but at the same time it can't be helped so I just focus on the game. After that's done, and I'm heading off elsewhere in-game, the screen goes blank. I try to fix it but I don't know what's wrong with it, so I ask Dad if he can sort it and he does.

I'm now in Warsong Gultch again (a World of Warcraft battleground which is basically capture the flag 3 times to win). To begin with, it's 3rd person, but as soon as it starts and my team set off, it zooms into it and I'm actually there. I notice that it looks a bit different to how it should look; there's loads of huge rocks and stuff dotted about.
I can't really remember what I did here but eventually I found myself round the back of our base and I can see a fight going on on the second floor. I'm about start making my way up so I can join in and then notice a Draenei Mage is about to nuke me so I get out of the line of sight. Then the whole thing freezes. I realise I spent too much time dawdling about and it's ended.
I go somewhere (can't remember where) and then find myself in a completely new environment. It's some kind of museum-looking place with a HUGE staircase which spirals in a square shape up to the top. I'm holding some kind of object and jacking off while floating higher and higher in the air (some other force is moving me), not really caring about how high up I'm getting. Then I find myself moving towards something and land on top (this thing is huge, and there's no way down from it). I'm scared to death. I'm on top of something I cannot get down from without seriously injuring myself. Then it hits me:
''Wait. This place doesn't exist. It's not real. I'm dreaming!''
I breathe a massive sigh of relief and then start thinking of a way to get down. I consider jumping but I don't want to risk waking up as I'm afraid of heights and my brain might wake myself up so it doesn't have to deal with the landing. I then think ''Oh, ladder!'' and I spot one next to the wall below me. I reach out my hand and use telekinesis to move it up against this sculpture thing, but it's not wide enough. I kindly ask it to make itself wider and it does so. When I've safely reached the ground I think to myself ''I should try and find my dream guide.'' and call out ''Dream guide!''

Nothing.

I call out again ''Dream guide, please show yourself!'' and this time I notice something which I didn't take in before. A man had been sitting in the corner observing me all this time. I look at him and wonder who he is, and he seemed to read my mind. He called out to me and said ''Well, you did ask for me.'' in a tone which made him sound higher up than me. (pretty sure this guy is my dream guide )

My heart jumped for joy at this point and I bounded over as fast as I could to sit down next to him. He was an older man looking about mid 30's who wore glasses and a French beret. He basically looked like a classic French painter/artist. I asked him ''Can I ask you a quick question please?'' He replied ''Of course.'' and I responded ''What should I call you by?''. He then told me his name (but I actually can't remember it). We then got into conversation and I recall him saying something to do with a word/phrase located in the Italian dictionary which I didn't understand and something to do with a BTEC course 'cause I said he looked like an artist.

I then woke up mid-convo.

Note my inner artist coming out much.

Lucid = orange

I'm at my James' (my bro) house. We're playing football on the kinect and my team is losing. Random people come from nowhere and join in on my team, in the attempt to tip the scores to my favour. Unfortunately, the time runs out when we're like 1 goal behind. I then have to make a move home because it's getting quite late and it'll take me a while on my bike (it's just a regular push one), and my Dad can't give me a lift 'cause he's unable to use the car currently. I find all my various things and pack them into my bag. It's bulging full and extremely heavy. I put it on and am almost overwhelmed by the weight so I put it down. Mum and my sister Tabitha are there as well. My sister's like ''You wuss.'' and I hand it over to her to see how heavy it actually is. She claims it's not actually that heavy and I'm just like ''Meh.'' I then look at my watch and I only have 5 minutes to get home (it takes me about 20 usually, from his place). Also, Mum stays behind and then Tabitha has to come with me too.

On our way I receive hate from nearly everyone we pass. Some taking the piss out of my style, others commenting on the fact that I'm in the 1st year of college (I'm not sure how that's supposed to be insulting, probably something to do with being young) but anyway they were pissing me off and I flashed a middle to quite a few of them. It's late at night and I assume most of them are drunk.

As we near our road, my sister notices that we've been followed by some of them. A car speeds past us after she's pointed it out, and we both race up the road scared of what their intentions are. When we finally reach the drive, all the lights are out. I say to her ''I hope Dad's home, too. I was worried something might happen which is why I wanted to come home earlier.'' We're then walking past the garage and realisation hits me.

''Wait!? I'm dreaming! You're dreaming too! Help me become lucid!''
Note: As soon as I became lucid, my sister turned into somebody else.
We then walk up onto the steps just before the door. We're just standing there. I start thinking to myself ''Well. I've wanted to try out a gender change in my dreams so why not attempt it now?'' and tried to will myself into a girl. At one point I thought I had succeeded, and turned to face myself in the window. I was still me, though. Then what usually happens to me happened, and my vision started fading out and it was hard to see I tell her (the girl I'm with) ''Keep focusing! Focus on your senses! Don't rely on your sight, just keep aware of everything else!'' I'm grasping on to her arm while saying this and focusing on how it feels as my vision starts to fade out. I focus on what I can hear, smell, etc. Everything except for my sight, as that is failing me.
However, while this is happening, I can see something huge coming towards us. I feel kind of scared but I assure myself it'll be alright as I'm only dreaming, and I'M in control.
Then, something magical happens. Everything suddenly becomes crystal clear! This huge thing turns out to be a giant chicken, too. Just standing there. It's really trippy but I can sense he/she is totally friendly.
I think to myself ''Woah! I can see SO clearly now, and I'm not even using my eyes! I must be proper lucid. What should I do now then? Explore or try to pull off dream sex again? I'm more lucid than usual, so I should be able to do anything without waking up.''
I then notice the garage is open. There's light emitting from it, also. I try to think of somebody to spawn as it's the perfect opportunity (as somebody will be in there, and I can just will whoever it is to my liking). I can't think of anybody though, so I consider the girl I'm with. It's not my sister now, it's somebody completely random, so I think ''Why not?'' and go through with it. She complies completely, and this time I'm actually able to 'do it' instead of getting really excited about it then losing lucidity almost instantly.
Note: All the while since I became lucid me and this girl have been talking. She's asking me technical questions which are keeping me conscious and making me think, such as width of planets etc, and I can see numbers coming up in front of me which I must have seen in school books, so I reply with those.
Also, dream music was playing. It was ambient and consistent, kind of like one of the binaural beats I used to listen to frequently.


I then woke up, VERY proud of myself!

I'm in Tesco underground and some random guy gives me a motorbike that's in excellent condition.
Note: I've really wanted a motorbike for some time now, only I don't have a job so it's out of the question currently.
I'm over the moon and start riding home with it, but on the way I spot my friends Mike and Wilson. Wilson's like ''Is that Peedle?!'' and I pull over with a huge smile on my face. I'm like ''Yeah man! Check out my new bike!''
I tell them about the random guy who just gave it to me and Mike's like ''Well what's the catch then?'' and takes a look inside to see if there's anything wrong with it.
Note: Mike is a trained mechanic, so he knows his stuff.
After a short while he comes out with ''Ah, there!'' pointing at a cable, and tells me to turn it off. I reply with ''How?'' and he just does it for me. He then unplugs the cable and then reconnects it and tells me it's ''Sorted.''

I then wake up.




I'm in my Dad's old flat, sitting on the bunk-bed.
Note: This is back when him and my Mum were split up. Me and my sister often went to stay with him at his flat.
I'm with Anesu (a guy I went to school with) and 2 others. Anesu's rolled up a fat joint and just passes it to me to smoke. After a while, he starts rolling up a blunt, too. He lights up and starts smoking it, then passes it to the person next to me. I'm like ''Dude, what about me?'' He replies ''You still haven't finished that one yet.'' I then pass it to the person above me, because I was never told I was meant to smoke it all (and I really want some on the blunt). I then go to open the window.

Then I wake up, thinking that I've gone and given in to temptation again, feeling really bad about myself, then realise it was just a dream and a huge sigh of relief escapes me.
Note: I've given up smoking. Hence my reaction.

Orange = Lucid

I'm back in school, this time in my old uniform and I'm with a friend. We're walking up to the tennis courts because Jacob Barnett is getting bullied, and I want to give him a hand.
Note: Jacob Barnett is this 12 year old who has an IQ of 170, who I discovered the existence of yesterday
So yeah, I say to my friend ''If they touch him, I'm gonna beat the crap out of them. Plus, there's no way I can get done in because I don't go to this school any more, and if they try to get the police on me I can simply state it was in defense of somebody else and not assault.'' (seems I was already aware of some in-normalities, because I remembered that I didn't go to school any more, however I wasn't lucid)
Once we're up there, this kid is throwing a load of abuse at Jacob and I'm visualising smashing him out of existence, just waiting for a chance to actually put it into action. Nothing actually kicks off though, and then they proceed to play some form of sport, so I go and sit down outside of the tennis courts with a group of people in my year-group. After a short while, however, our principle can be seen coming in our direction.
Note: When that happened, it was usually to remove us from that area.
I decide I ain't gonna take none of it, and start yelling abuse at him as loud as I can, as profane as I can make it. My peers are laughing in approval but are also coming out with things such as ''Wtf Sam, you're gonna get in so much trouble!'' I merely state that nothing of the sort is going to happen (I must have been close to lucidity as this point, because I was like 90% sure) then I decided to reality check for some reason. I tried to push my thumb through my hand, and it went clean through.

I was then lucid, and 100% sure that nothing would happen, so I yelled more. I then turn to talk to my peers, bragging about the fact I can push my thumb straight through my hand. They're like WTF?! It amuses me intensely. I then recall the spinning technique because I'm bored of this place (and also my eyes are having a little trouble staying open), walk a little while down the bank on to the field, and start spinning around with my eyes open. It doesn't actually do much, but I do get a feel for the sensation of feeling grounded within the dream. My eyes then close and everything fades to black.

I'm back in my bed. I reality check just to make sure I'm not still dreaming, and the same results happen, so I get up. The room is completely different to my room, however. There's a table in the middle and Emma is sitting on a chair next to it.
Note: Emma is my college tutor, and she's what you call a MILF
Since me and my friend Niall have constantly made references to wanting to bang her, I decide to put it into action. She gets up and starts walking towards me, so I push her into a ledge behind her and start the foreplay. She instantly responds to this with the reaction I wanted, however I then realise I've forgotten (again) to remain focused on keeping aware of the dream-state. Things fade to black again.

I'm back in my bed for a second time, but I can still feel myself touching her. I figure something is wrong here, and I'm either awake and very close to a dream, or still in a dream. I use the same reality check, and it tells me I'm still dreaming. I get up, and this time I'm in my room. My bedside lamp is on and it's dark outside. Emma is also in my room, completely naked. I figure this is the most opportune moment I could ask for, as my bed is literally an arm's length away. I don't want to rush into things this time, however, so I start rubbing my hands together, feeling the texture of my bed, etc. My eyes are extremely hard to keep open though (like what's been happening throughout this whole lucid) and then they close again.

I'm now back in that room I was in before with the table, and Emma is sitting in the same place on the chair. The way I see things is completely different though. Everything is in black and white, just like the game 'Madworld'. I figure it's useless to have sex in this condition.

I then wake up properly.

Clearly, I must be making considerable progress here. Since I started the ADA technique, I've given up on WILD, and have had 2 lucid dreams in the space of 3 days. Also, considering it's April 1st, it's quite an awesome (and positive) start to the month.