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Piloting a spacecraft, in orbit close to another star. It is by no means a very large star, though, like a red dwarf. The spacecraft I am piloting looks a little bit like this.



The star starts expanding/exploding and we have to get away by flying the ship and dodging planets and asteroids. I don't remember too much of what happened for a good majority of the escape, but when we got past the last planet the cloud reformed into a new, much larger star. There was some explanation to this like the star was going through a metamorphosis or something.

We had to go to a wedding on this alien planet. The wedding for some reason took place in this really dingy industrial building on a barren rocky planet. I remember we were inside of this green nebula and the night sky on this planet was green and full of exceptionally bright stars.

The wedding was between this giant alien mushroom and blob monster. (I couldn't tell what one was the groom/bride.) I don't recall too much going on in this scene either. I think Manei was present.

We got called to return to earth, but then the Tardis appeared. A much older version of myself appeared and claimed to be Doctor Who. I think he then died. We used the Tardis for transportation to return to earth.

When we got back we were in a city. It was nighttime and rainy and it seemed as though the city had been evacuated. Godzilla appeared and he started spitting water instead of radiation breath. Somebody told me that we had been called back to stop him.

Morning of June 10, 2015. Wednesday.



I am in a non-lucid state, though the setting is extremely well-rendered and most of it clearer even though it is mostly unfamiliar. My wife and family and I are living in a different type of building and had apparently moved here recently. The (fictional) residence has the typical “impossible” apartment-related situation that I have dreamt of all my life - where strangers are present in what would be almost the same living space. At one point, I am aware of an unknown older male on the other side of the main large room. Our living area is only divided from his by a curtain that hangs down to about four inches from the floor. I am fixing this curtain arrangement (for more privacy) while sitting on the floor, by pulling it fully down, as part of the bottom edge was draped over a cardboard box higher up (about a foot or so).

At one point, I am using a screwdriver to scrape up old soap residue from a floor tile and as I do, the tile actually comes off, though I manage to align it back where it should be. The appearance and movement (and manual effort) is very realistic.

I also find some toys that the last tenants left behind, some smaller toy cars in a bag, which I think I will put on my youngest son’s large (fictional) table for a pleasant surprise.

In the last stage of my dream, which is very clear, there are several large radios (or boomboxes) set up along the wall for some reason, all side by side on a large table. After a short time, they all start playing at the same time, fairly loudly, and mostly different songs (at least four). I think one song is Fats Waller and another a country song, possibly George Strait. I am annoyed because the radios seem to have been connected to some sort of timing system by the previous tenants and I cannot work out what to do with the setup. I am also somewhat embarrassed (as I do not want to be seen as making so much noise on purpose, as we had just moved in recently relative to my dream’s back story), as the other tenant is home, though I do not go through the curtain to his side at any point.

I try pushing the buttons and after a time, when I turn one radio off, another comes back on and this goes on for several minutes (so that it seems impossible to have all turned off at the same time) - and I am thinking that some sort of cable system (linked with a timer) is connected to all of them and they will play at certain times no matter what you do. It is somewhat amusing in conscious afterthought. The clarity of the power indicator lights is quite precise. This is similar to situations where I cannot turn all the lights off, which I have read in other people’s journals where they are experiencing the exact same details in the same way and with the same associations.

I was in my old school, in the sports hall. People were playing random games, like football, table tennis etc. I decided to go back home, as nothing interesting is happening there. I ran straight the road, leaving crossroad and an old shop behind, and ran into my frontyard. It was cold, cloudy afternoon.

Somehow, I knew have to run up to the fields. When I finally got there, I saw my father in a tractor with machine to dig out potatoes plugged in. Then I spotted a couple lying on that machine. A redhead girl and a brunette dude. Suddenly a hidden chainsaw in the machine started to move towards them.

*Close up of the chainsaw* and then the machine broke. Couple nowhere to be found. I ran closer to the tractor, and told my father that the machine is broken. He drove to take a trailer, and appeared back after a long while. With family we started to pick up potatoes to baskets, and threw them on the trailer.

1. I was in a classroom with my friend Dylan. The class was huge and had alot more space than most do. The floor was grayish-blue carpet and the walls were white as usual. There seemed to be at least 100 desks in this room, way more than the usual 30 or so. I was in the corner of the room standing and talking to Dylan. Most of the other students are sitting down just chatting and a few others are standing around like me and Dylan. Just then, Dylan points out [Her]. She is sitting in the middle of the classroom. Her hair is in a ponytail and she is wearing a denim jacket and skinny jeans. "Wow, stunning as always" I say to Dylan. "Go talk to her man, finally tell her how you feel about everything" he tells me. "Alright" I reply.
I then walk away from Dylan and just as I do, she gets up out of her desk and starts walking to the front of the class. The teacher is nowhere in sight by the way. "Hey [her name], it's been a while" I say. "Hey, I haven't seen you in forever, what's up?" she says. "Listen, I have to tell you something. I'm really sorry about the past and how everything got screwed up, I didn't mean for any of that to happen. I really wanted something more between us, and I know things didn't turn out that way. I'm sorry for all of that" I tell her. She gives me a weird look like she doesn't understand.
Suddenly I snap out of it. Now I'm back next to Dylan and I realize it was all a daydream, or was it? I look over and she is still sitting in her chair. I get the feeling that I just daydreamed that entire scenario and it felt weird. I was dreaming while I was already dreaming? Woah. Just then the bell rings and class ends. That was the last class of the day. Me and Dylan leave class and start walking down the hallway to get to the parking lot. As we do so I realize that the school looks different from usual and there are huge columns on each side of the hallway. We keep walking and as we get closer to leaving the school I see that it is raining outside and it is fairly dark.

Morning of June 9, 2015. Tuesday.



I have had more vampire-related dreams in the past month than I have had in my lifetime, which is hardly any as stated several times before. In this one, which is fairly vivid though not lucid, I am also a young female, which I suppose sounds unusual to the inexperienced. Then again, considering I dream fairly often of being a letter of the alphabet or a rune (as well as having been vehicles, including a bus - and even a building), the situation is moot.

In this dream I mostly fly around showing my fangs to anyone who annoys me and sometimes creating lightning from my fingertips. My flying position is typically upright, though sometimes diagonal. There is a scene where I take the heads off of several males and roll them across an area in a parking lot near a storefront, like a bowling ball. I am not exactly sure what I look like, though after a time, my dream takes on a new theme.

The only familiar characters at any point are my best friend from school days (Toby T) and my wife’s mother. There is a strange changeover in emotion. I “know” I am female, though there is a point where doubt begins to grow. I am at a movie theater (prior to seeing any known characters) where everyone else is nude, and I feel very embarrassed about wearing clothes (recurring in-dream situation), especially such a large fancy outfit, so much so, I begin to move away, closer to the theater wall so people will not know I am dressed. I contemplate removing everything I am wearing, but my dream shifts to a different setting and situation.

Somehow, someone “knows” who I am, though the setup makes no sense. I am recognized as an actress by at least two people at some sort of public venue, though apparently actually a male, yet still a female in the movies. As I am standing, even though I get a vague impression I may be male (I feel a small movement which creates the impression of a small animal crawling under my clothes - and seems rather unfamiliar yet somehow “right” and some sort of “evidence” that I may be male), I decide I will be nude from then on to prove my status as a “real” female vampire witch. (This is completely different from the first scenes of my dream in my character focus and overall mood.) I “know” that I will excel in exposing these other people as just gossipers. (Besides, the mouse will probably escape and not be seen anyway - in-dream “logic” - imagine a male part being able to come and go like a small animal with a mind of its own.) My total certainty about this aspect of my dream is a very familiar but ambiguous presence of somehow knowing I am the dream-maker, yet not at all lucid.

In another scene, which seems to be a different dream, I seem to be a male (though still associated with magic and vampirism). I am in some sort of friendly meeting with three unknown females with darker skin, in an undefined building (in a mostly featureless rectangular room and sitting on the floor). Although they seem to like and care about me in what seems an augmented empathic setting, I feel a bit strange (but do not express how I feel) in putting on a pair of pants that are over-sized, the crotch and back area almost bowl-like and almost going up to my chest when pulled fully up against my body. I will certainly need a belt, but at the time, I do not have one. It is difficult to imagine going out in public like this with any sense of dignity. One of the females leaves to go to a public venue. Once again, I feel embarrassed upon wearing clothes in-dream (a lifelong recurring theme, often associated with realizing my pants are an ugly or weird style, sometimes clown-like) even though the three females are dressed informally for the most part and do not appear out-of-place.

Find newborn baby eagle on the side of the road, and am torn on whether I should turn it in or raise it myself. I know what is "legal", but I've raised and rehabilitated crows with great success and know I have the ancestral knowledge to do this. It is so cute, just 6 inches tall and covered with white fluff. Whatever I choose, I feel such a blessing from spirit...

A woman's coming out of my workroom, which she'd stepped into to give herself some space, taking a break from our conversation. The things I've been telling her have been disturbing her. There's another man here who'd tried to get me to tone it down, break it to her more gently if at all, he didn't understand why I was pushing her like this; but I'd ignored him.

Now that she's back, I see she's taken something from my workroom, two long dull knives which are smeared with a kind of colorless substance. I'm alarmed. I assume she must know what they are or she wouldn't have taken them, but I can't believe she'd be holding them like that if she really understood - I tell her, "This is the substance you - the real you - uses to mark her new bodies, don't-"

She uses the substance to mark the skin of her forearms. She's saying something about why she's doing this, some kind of statement of defiance, but I'm not really listening - I'm horrified, I got to my feet and grabbed her by the shoulders as if I could stop her, but that's pointless; I just need to make her understand this thing that she's done, trapping herself in a single body, how wrong and unnatural this is. The body still won't age, but someday it will fail, and she'll still be tied to it, and she'll die - not just this small version of her who doesn't remember what she is, but the real her will die, something that should never have happened. The death of something that should have existed always. I can't begin to explain to her how horrific this is, the shock and sense of loss; in the end I'm just repeating, "This will kill you, this will kill you, you will die from this," as though if I just emphasize it enough she'll understand the significance of it. She doesn't understand, but she's beginning to see just how horrified I am.

It was cold and grim afternoon. I recall only the sky - gray and stark. There were a few clouds, giving the view some mystery. It slowly became darker, storm clouds started to gather. They moved quicker and quicker, suddenly it started to rain, and thunders shoot across the sky, illuminating the dark gray background with blue and red colours.

Looks like i have a good candidate for the "stupidest ways you failed to get lucid" thread.

WBTB INC R&D meeting

I am working for a company that's making a brand of lucid dreaming apparel. I was looking at the prototype for a wbtb pj shirt in a board room. We are sitting around a round table and looking at a powerpoint presentation on marketing and design of our new apparel. It's white with our logo and long sleeves with vibration cuffs to wake you up after a certain number of hours. It also can detect the presence of rem sleep and will hit you with the 40hz that bring on lucid dreams. I remember being excited to be a part of the team to bring this to market.

lucidity training session.

I am in a endless dark empty room with an older British white man with a beard. There is a single source of illumination from above that covers us and about a ten foot radius around us. we are standing about five feet apart. He is giving me lessons in lucidity dream techniques. He is lecturing on methods of stabilization and different ways to do dream manipulation. At different times I know that this is either Robert Waggoner or Obi Wan Kenobi.
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Had this Lucid Dream last night. For some reason I acted really dumb when I woke up from it and decided to fall back asleep without writing it down so my recall kinda sucks

Lucidity: 7/10
Control: 7.5/10
Vivacity: 8/10

I am lucid in a next-to-empty, grayish room. Sitting on a lone couch are two friends of mine; they are talking about super powers and how cool they are. Behind this couch lays a window which shows a gray, stormy sky. There are, to my right, a bunch of magazines and books scattered in a pile on the wooden floor.
"Aren't you a lucid dreamer, [Higat] ?" one of the two says. She thinks that lucid dreaming somehow equates to super powers IWL. I answer that I am. She asks me what I can do.
"Watch.." I say in a deep voice.
I extend my arm towards one of the books on the floor. I barely have to focus on it; I just have to give it a little "telekinesis notch" and it comes rushing towards my hand. I intended to have it levitate there but it goes faster than I meant; I catch it in the fly.
"This, is telekinesis." I see them surprised, kind of like they just saw a cool magic trick.
I toss the book down and raise both of my hands in the air, levitating every book in the room. Again it feels excessively easy.
"This is telekinesis !" I say, almost like a mantra.
I let the books fall, turn around and raise my hands to my hips, pulling myself a meter or so above the ground. I let my fall back down, turn around again and swing both my arms up to lift the couch in the air. I bring it in front of me.
"This is Telekinesis." I see my friend's faces as I bring them down to the ground. They look like one would when they realize that they are dreaming.
At this point my memory fades. I think that I busted through the door that was behind me and... took off flying? I'm not too sure.

I was dreaming of one of my old OCs, a villain named Charles Kid. He was a cybernetic human-cat hybrid who was always trying to take over the world with your classic over-the-top villain schemes.



An old drawing of this character. I mean like OLD OLD, like 2011 OLD

I think the dream was taking place at Doofenshmertz Evil Inc from Phineas and Ferb. Though it felt like we were at ground level...

He had just invented these new devices. They were little cuffs with rockets on them that would fly onto people and the rockets would fire out of them to control where the person went.

Charles was planning to release a virus that would turn all of the humans in the world into monsters or kill them or both. He asked (well, forced rather) his assistant, a character who I did not create, a boy named Gregor to build his evil virus-releasing device. I remember him saying to Gregor that "It's just a simple turbine generator... shouldn't be hard for you..." Gregor was a genius boy of about 15 with curly brown hair.

Gregor was his captured slave and somehow important to the plot. At first, he refused to build the virus turbine for him, but Charles sent some of the cuffs onto his hands and the rockets fired and slammed him into a wall. He then shocked him with the cuffs and told him to get building right away.

Then, like something out a comic book, Myself, Manei and Marcus busted through the wall of his lair. (The more I think about it, the whole dream kind of looked like it was an animation.) Charles tried to sent the flying rocket cuffs to capture us. Marcus pulled out guns and shot them out of the air. He then distracted us by sending some of his robots (something he did have when I wrote his character) to attack and put more cuffs on us when we were distracted.

I remember the last scene where he used the rockets to pin Manei and Marcus to a wall. He put a second set of cuffs around their legs. Then the cuffs in on my arms somehow activated the hidden blades I have in my wristbands. (How did he even know about those?) The rockets on the cuffs started pulling me toward my friends.

I yelled "Stop!" and the dream ended.

That character wasn't nearly so dark and twisted when I wrote him back a few years ago...

Hello, my name is lizzie. Okay....

I had this dream about a guy, who I never get his name but he's always there. I might be dreaming of something else but he shows up and we talk. I wake up thinking who is he, why is he there, and if maybe I'll meet him. However it goes away fast. Though the last dream I had, I felt him looking for me in my dream, there was chaos all around me and me running away. Till I found him and he just hugged me and ran away together. Somewhere in my dream things happened that something was making us separate us and him yelling, "I'll will always find you. Always Liz"
It warmed my heart and woked up, thinking why I dreamt about him so many times continuously. Makes me wonder, if I'll ever meet him.

All night, I dreamed of torturing the guy responsible for getting me fired, by design. I incubated this dream as I fell asleep, and sustained my focus for the majority of the night.

This wasn't subconscious expressing it's self. I knew what I was doing, I knew it was a dream, I knew he wasn't real, yet I hoped that I could reach him somehow, like a voodoo doll.
Wish there was a way to check if I got through to him or not.

Some man and I don't know who it was, persuaded my mom and me to go on a "hike" which was more like an endurance obstacle course that was extremely risky. It included some slides and stairs which were ok. But finally there was the part that involved moving along the upper age of a steep tall cliff hanging on by the hands mostly without any safety gear. If we fell we could die. I am surprised that we agreed to do it. I am even more surprised that I was not even all that scared - I have fear of heights in waking life. At some point my iPhone fell, but I held on. I successfully made it to an easier path that led to the end. And I realized that we could have taken the easy path all along. But I did not mind. We did it! My iPhone screen was thoroughly shattered and there was liquid there - strangely it still kind of worked but almost impossible to see the contents of the screen. Back at home I asked my husband if I could have a new iPhone, and he said where will you get $15 million dollars from that is how much a new iPhone costs. I said I don't need the newest model, but just the oldest model that is still available in retail with a plan, and he said then of course I can have one. I said, but we will also need to buy a used iPod for our older son, because he was waiting to get my old phone and now he won't because it is too broken.

My mom had some elaborate plan to invite neighbors over, and she set up a pot of hot chocolate at the front gate into our yard and another pot of hot chocolate at our door (in reality our front yard is not even gated). I expressed scepticism over this elaborate plan, wondering what it was about. I thought that the neighbors would likely stumble and fall into the hot chocolate at the gate, and then stumble and fall into the hot chocolate again at the front door. My mom explained that she really just wanted to invite neighbors to bike with our boys. I objected because homework was not done. My older son reminded me that biking or being outside in nice whether is an exception to our rule that homework needs to be done before play, and it is true - I don't know why I objected in the dream. I relented and agreed.

Avoiding The Neighbor
I'm walking home from around Daryl's old area, clairmont. I think I get offered a lift from the girl next door, or maybe I just avoid her from seeing me, not sure. As I'm riding home on my bike, it's night time. I see the girl next door driving my way, so I quickly get off my bike and lay down near a fence to try and avoid her seeing me. I believe this worked. I do this cause I'm shy.

I'm in a house now. I forget why and what I was doing in there.