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I was inside a room. Hometown? My heart/chest was feeling heavy. I was dying. I was taking medicine, but it seems like it's the last time it will push Death back. As a lie on the bed looking up at the ceiling, everything was getting hazy. I though that the medicine was kicking in, but at the same time, I thought that if I fall asleep, it will be my last. I had a quick panic attack, but it subsided. In resignation, I breathed out my last.

I was looking out through the window. There's daylight outside. I was unsure if I was dead. Everything seems bright but not so bright.

I was in a bus going somewhere to buy clothing. I think my sister (or someone else?) was with me. We took the bus downtown, I think. We passed by some people I know, but they're far away and on the street. I had to turn my head away so it will look like I didn't see them if they see me. I don't know why.

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Notes:

- I was reading Death and the Senator by Arthur C. Clarke, but didn't finish it.
- My upper body is sore because of conditioning.
- I slept at around 2 a.m. Alarm at 8 am.

Slave rebellion

The dream started in this rectangular area which seemed to be a deserted wasteland. Sort of like a desert but without hills.. and no sand.. or cacti.. but more like this, but with significantly less shrubs and plants and whatnot. There was more to it than just this rectangular area, but I paid more attention to this place because there were cardboard boxes spread around, each with about 1-2 people in them with orange or grey prison clothes, with me being one of these people. I recognized a lot of people I know at school within this group. Apparently we were all slaves and we had to go to this store to combine items to create this red dust for the group who were enslaving us. So we went to one of the corners of this area and while the place looked tiny on the outside, it was a large store. Nobody seemed to be in this store, so we all took some items to create this dust. Strangely enough, throughout this whole process we weren't restrained by any handcuffs or chains or anything, and also there were no guards watching us. When we realized this, everyone decided to rebel against this group. After that we all took our respective red dusts and left the store to reunite with our cardboard boxes. The dream faded after that.

A majority of the people I recognized in this dream were from my gym class. And recently, we had to do a test in the gym so we had to spread out.. as for the cardboard boxes, our recent science project involved one.

Also, stores. They seem to play a large part of the setting in my recent dreams.. I'll have to keep this in mind.

Very Lucky

The dream started with me waking up in my bed. The door to my room was open and the other room at the far end of mine's door was open as well. Then I said, "I want to practice dream control right now so this has to be a dream right?" What an odd way to start questioning your reality. I then said, "If I'm really dreaming then I could make anything I think appear behind the corner of the far room." But I started to think of something nightmarish, and before I could control myself I looked back towards that corner. Before I could see anything, the dream started to fade out and I woke up. Though I started questioning reality, I don't really think I believed it could have been a dream. I never would think of something scary if I REALLY believed it was a dream. That's probably something I need to work on when doing daily reality checks. I'm just really glad and really lucky my dream faded before I saw that thing..

Wrote my dream down but it got erased because the page closed by mistake. so I'm not going to describe what happened as much.

Strange Whale


-I was inside a city in the late afternoon. The weather was fine and I was looking at my mom's tablet minding my own business. Suddenly a man comes up slowly and tells me to give the table to him. I scream for the police to help me. Than they come and arrest the man.

-Inside my room changing my bed. Its dirty and I plan to wash it in the washing machine but i go upstairs to tell my mom first. She ends up complaining to me about something I did wrong though so I leave.

-I was watching a video of a girl showing her two other friends how she plays the drums. She is moving her head back and forth as she hits a drum with the stick. I than get sucked into the place and her and her friends disappear. After that I tried playing the drums but end up making a lame beat. I press the pedal for a low beat than start hearing the sound of a low bass guitar. There is a nice beat playing which makes me want to play a electric guitar.

I'm outside in my front porch with my father and some other family members/people. I toss something over in the direction of another house porch and mention how a girl is going to catch it. Two girls appear and one of them takes the thing I threw. I than laugh mentioning how It was just a mind trick since the girls their seeing aren't real. I walk to the other house porch and take the thing from the girl. I start to feel sort of bad playing the trick on my dad's old neighbors house though.

-After that I appeared on a bed with another guy. He gave off a kind presence. Like the dc I wanted to bring in from another dream.He pulled out a medium size blue whale and asked me what it was. I said i didn't know since it looked a bit strange. He said something like "Saving the marine life". Than the whale opened it's mouth wide and wind lines began to form as if it was going to suck me up whole. The dc than told me I had to be careful since junk and dirt fly out of its mouth. I started to feel the thing sucking me up so i held onto the bed and put my face down after telling him to make it stop.

Something jumped on me though and I could feel pressure on the back of my neck. I tried to force it off of me but it wasn't working.It took a while but i managed to get it off and noticed the guy behind me. I guessed it was his fault i couldn't move. He than mentioned how he wanted to see star wars 2 and started changing the channel on the T.V. that was present in the room. I lay down and thought about how weird the movie he put looked than woke up.

Bird Poop

-Walked around the supermarket.Ended up in my parent's bedroom with the guy dc from the other dream and more dream characters. I think there were some anime people present. I changed my dream look than started to bake something for the baking competition that was going on in the room. As I was mixing the batter the guy dc was building something. Sadly bird poop and food began to appear in the batter so i quit doing the competition.

I went downstairs to my room with my brother and the guy dc after that. We were looking at old childhood papers and report cards. I noticed one that was mine that had the number 63%. My second grade teacher appeared after that and she started talking about dreams a lot. I became fully lucid when I saw the words ocean and dreamviews on a report card.

The guy dc next to me told her to follow him somewhere. When I peeked through the corner of the wall at them i saw him push her to a corner and start making out with her. I thought how weird it was if they were both guides than looked back in the room i was in.The scene started changing so i asked a young girl ( She looked 10) present in the room if she wanted to follow me. We went out to my backyard and I thought i saw my dog Max. Than i asked the girl for her name. She said "Emma". I tried crawling under the gate than woke up.

Forest - fragment

I was doing something with a shovel in forest.

Warning myself

I was in school. I entered a classroom and sat near a guy in grey hoody. He was somehow weird. After a while I realised that I'm sitting near myself. I looked closer at me, and saw that there is a bug, which bites painfully. I tried to warn myself, but when I did it, I woke up.

I woke up at my school there was an exam.My teacher came to me and said have you done your homework?I told her I did then she whispered to my ears 'you are still dreaming!' I became lucid first my vision went off but I was feeling my whole dream body.I tried to imagine my hands it didn't work sadly :( then I woke up.Afterall it was a lucid dream :))

I was up late last night working on a project and getting ready for my art history exam (It starts in about 2 hours). I couldn't care less for lucidity tonight but I remembered some NLDs. There was much more detail to these, but I'll have to put it in later if I still remember it.

1.) I was in either Last Airbender or Legend of Korra. The entire dream had the look of the show and even the dream characters were drawn in much the same way that they are on the show. We were in some kind of big hangar bay or something where various characters from the show appeared. I think I remember seeing Toph and Katara, and then Zaheer. I also saw a couple of sky bision fly through the hangar. Later they all left.

Then, everything changed into realism. Manei appeared and ask me if I wanted to go to the spirit world with her. I said yes, but I don't recall anything happening after that.

2.) I was preforming a covert operation with my cousins where we had to sneak into a juvenile delinquent facility, get some information, and sneak out. I remember it was huge and built on top of a mountain with cliffs all around so getting out was going to be hard. We were in good with some of the guards so that helped.

At one point, we were in a large yard by the cliff-side. They were calling everyone in but we had to find a place we could hide so we could stay in the yard after dark. There was a big brick wall, a Remanent of a destroyed building that was just big enough for all three of us to hide behind.

Some kind of prison guard who was psychic caught us though. He turned out to be one of the guards we were in good with and told us we needed to find better hiding spots to carry out this operation.

3.) Something to do with driving my mom to get this skin treatment. She bought this big tray of this brownie cake type dish that was supposed to make her skin look better. There was something to do with taking care of her hair as well.

Morning of April 16, 2015. Thursday.



My wife and I are seemingly living in an unknown city (our children are not present so it seems to be related to the time period after we first met). We are living in a (unfamiliar) squarish one-room apartment in a commercial district (probably on the corner with regard to the placement of the windows and front door) that seems to have been a store at one time in the recent past. There is a stove in a corner near the opposite end of the room from some larger windows. It is fairly close to a bed. It seems a bit annoying and odd to be living in such a small one-room apartment (though does not really seem that cramped in some ways) yet I still feel somewhat cheerful just in living with my beautiful wife and thus feel we are okay in this situation regardless. At one point, I need to do some writing, related to either my dream journals or lists of affirmations or ideas. There is apparently not much paper available so I decide to take down and use several store sale banners that are still hanging from the ceiling (which remind me vaguely of - or distort partly into - shower curtains that equidistantly repeat a small bird-head motif). It is probably early evening. People are walking around just outside on the sidewalk and I feel somewhat wary about living in an area with more people and traffic.

At one point, when I open the front door to check it, which leads directly to the public sidewalk, I notice that it does not quite close properly. Soon, the bottom hinge (to my right) becomes detached. (Distorted, too-small, “incomplete”, or ill-fitting doors have been fairly common in my dreams since childhood.) Somehow, I manage to fit the door into the doorway so that it looks somewhat normal. Still, I clearly contemplate a scene where someone will probably come along and kick in the door and get into our apartment (and I imagine it happening before morning). This is not because of someone noticing the unhinged area, but because people apparently do this fairly often. I mention something to my wife of how the door did not even last during our first week of rental. It is unlikely the building’s owner will fix it, so I think about doing it the next day. (This is actually based on a real-life situation - our bathroom door is loose on the bottom hinge and actually came off from that area of the doorway.)

At one point, there is knowledge of an Emailing system that works by teleporting flash drives to different locations (not directly to a computer, but onto a table for some reason, which you can then place in a computer to use - not very feasible or necessary). I have a false memory of having exchanged messages in this way with best friend Toby T for a few weeks. For some reason, however, I prepare to send an older flash drive (which is oddly shaped, somewhat like an arrowhead) that seems to be me addressing and acknowledging him for the first time after many years. I think about whether or not he will be puzzled by this act and the letter contents and perhaps become annoyed or angry that I had forgotten we had been writing to each other for a time already. I decide to send it anyway - perhaps he will think it was a delay in the teleportation system. (Nothing concerning this scene is addressed in-dream again.)

There is another scene which seems to be a sort of continuation of a previous section of my dream that was not quite clear, where I had apparently played a secondary role in a television special or miniseries. This involves going into a strange multidimensional matrix of at least four rows of distinct “rooms” (yet all part of one large “room” with transparent “waves” in some areas) - an area that people teleport in and out of (though I had just walked there). In the far side of the large room is a section where I see and recognize the male actor I had been working with (in afterthought he reminds me of my foreman from an old factory job but also reminds me of a celebrity I do not presently recall). He appears to be getting a haircut or perhaps having makeup added for a filming event. I wave at him and he acknowledges me in a formal manner but I feel a bit strange at not knowing my job concerning the show and feel a bit left out (hoping that I am not considered as being forgetful of the project - though I also get the feeling that I do not have much purpose relating to going behind the stages of the production - thus I am probably not supposed to be there). I have a vague awareness that one of the other parts of the room has something to do with strip clubs or prostitutes (which is probably a forced association with my foreman’s name being “Hooker”). There are a few other people around involved in completely different things, one seemingly a greeting card business.

At this point, my dream becomes a bit more vivid and cohesive. An unknown male walks into the room directly from the public sidewalk outside (opening a glass and metal door) and starts his sales pitch about a device he is selling while sitting in a chair a short distance across from where I am sitting. It looks like a television remote but acts as a laser weapon. He seems nervous and excited yet also confident in some ways, though his behavior is informal and annoying, especially when he starts asking me personal questions that have nothing to do with his attempt to sell me the item. I start yelling obnoxiously (though am really not that angry) and calling him various rude names, asking him if he thinks I am Captain Kirk and if I really need the phaser he is trying to sell me. Several other people in the room laugh at this scenario. In a way, I feel a bit sorry that I have behaved like this but I do say that he should not try to sell anything in this manner in a public place.

The final scene involves walking back (at night) to the corner one-room apartment my wife and I live in in my dream. I notice several Latina girls in the area. One is on the actual corner of the sidewalk (near the street intersection to my left) and another near the window of the building to my right. They seem to be mentally measuring something (undefined) across the sidewalk relative to the distance between where they are standing (and possibly something related to the number of sidewalk sections or divisions/lines). I ask them if they need any help. This makes them extremely annoyed and they start yelling as if I had propositioned them, though they keep yelling various Spanish phrases. A black male appears and starts joking about them and how much they like me (which is supposedly why they are yelling at me). The male and I soon leave the area and appear to be walking south down a street in La Crosse about three blocks west of my old boarding house (though the area is mostly residential in reality and has no larger buildings as such). We keep cheerfully laughing and joking with each other about their behavior, though I yell “Nada loco!” back at them several times as they are still yelling out. I have the seemingly clear idea that I am saying that they have no mind. However, “nada loco” translates literally to “nothing crazy”, so I am actually humorously yelling that they are not being crazy, the opposite of what I intended. I get the idea that “loco” means “mind” (instead of “crazy”) though have no idea in afterthought why it was like this. This is just a typical mix-up due to lack of thinking skills and proper memory associations in dreams.

4.15.15

nap at 3pm - 10:45 pm after 13 hr shift

Someone I know got swept away. I go looking for him by lettming myself be swept away by flood as well. I end up in some tiny town, or the outskirts.

I find the person, I think it's my mom. I take the cell phone and we call my dad, telling him I'm ok and I found her. I'm looking at street signs and I read him the street names of that intersection. He is happy and babbling about, and I stop him saying that he should write this down before my phone dies.

I get a map, trying to figure out where we are, because all we have is street names. I see a map of eastern US, maybe Seattle area. Coastline with lots of islands and bays.

I walk into some tiny store and a shopkeeper offers us some cookies. Then I learn the names of St. Ives and St. Vincent.

Recall: 4/10. I woke up with a crystal clear memory of what I was saying to a DC just before waking, but the context is lost:

"My short-term memory is phenomenally good. Better than most people. I test extremely well. That's how I got this far in academia. But my long-term memory is absolute shite." I go with the British pronunciation for emphasis. "It's like living with a disability. About half the people I know, if they come up to me, I have no idea who they are. I've been living with this my whole life, so I can usually bluff my way through it. Half the time, at least they look familiar, and I spend the whole conversation trying to remember where I've seen them before and what their name is. But the other half of the time, I don't remember ever even having met them."

In the void between dreams, and I felt 'the vibrations' and I could see a hoop of orange red light, so I tried to sit up and move towards it, but I was pushed me back in my bed and held there. Mmmmm, Grrrrrrrr. Sorry, wish I had more to say about that, cause I'm sure it would of been awesome!

Hey Dream Views! So I've gone on yet another hiatus from lucid dreaming and the site, but I am back at it once again. I'm attempting to do a mixture of ADA and DEILDing this time around(and DEILDs are a bitch!), and I'm really hoping for some success. To make things short with why I've been jumping on and off, I will simply say that I'm going through a very hectic time in my life; I'm on the final stretch of senior year, and there is a lot I have on my shoulders right now. I have not had a lucid dream in a couple months, and I blame it on my stress and lack of effort, but mainly the stress. I could still pull one per month without trying(I've been practicing lucid dreaming for five years, so I assume they come naturally every once in while now).

However, last night things turned around. I found some new desire to return to one of my favorite hobbies after having a long discussion with a friend about lucid dreaming. I forget how it came up, but she didn't know much about it, and I gave her "the rundown." She is now wanting to explore the great world of lucid dreaming, and after our discussion I had the biggest nostalgia rush I've had in awhile. This inspired me to fully return to this practice, and have some good fun for old time's sake. I had a short discussion with a fellow lucid dreamer also on hiatus today who feels the same way now that our mutual friend is trying to come into this.

Nonetheless, there will be some bridges to cross. My stress level is over 9000 right now, and I have also been losing a lot of sleep. Over the past month I've slowly been trying to DEILD, but with no success. I'm determined to try harder now however, and I've also taken up an old method I used called All-Day Awareness(ADA). And as I'm about to do in this same entry, I will try my hardest to log my dream recall to my best ability. Sadly, my recall is less than desired too, but patience will hopefully win this battle. Bottom line, I'm back and ready to give this another go.

TL;DR I'm back.

Now for the actual dreams I recall from last night:

Entry 1

There isn't much to say here, just some notes. I recall being in some sort of public building with some friends, and then there was a tornado warning issued. We took shelter, and sadly that's about all I remember.

Entry 2

Not too much here either. I recall being in Florida, and it is the end of my spring break(dreaming about the end of spring break was almost as sad as it actually ending). My friend Matt volunteers to drive me home, as long as I agree to make a pit stop at some fast food restaurant(that doesn't exist IRL). I agree, and as we're packing up, our friends begin setting up to have a drag race of some sort. All of them pull up one at a time, coming around a dirt road at really high speeds to show off before the race. My friend even ended up hijacking a school bus for the race! Just as things are setting up for the race, my memory cuts off. Not sure if it was the end of the dream, or if I just forgot the end.

Okay, I'm new to this so I really don't know what to do tbh.
I can see that people can read and respond to this so i'll just try this.
I had this dream and this is what happened in it:
I was in my house and was sitting on my couch talking to my friend(on facetime ect). She announced the word ' Reality Check ' then I looked at my hands and they were fine, i inhaled through my nose while covering it, I could breathe through it. I didn't become lucid? My dream self got really excited but then calmed down. I walked over to my computer desk and spawned a McDonald's (2 burgers and an ice cream to be exact). I then spawned a door and tried to spawn a DC, I managed to BUTTT I said the emotion wrong and they acted weird then disappeared. I then went up to my room and told myself to wake up which didn't work. I woke up eventually.
I'm really confused because if I were to actually Lucid Dream, I wouldn't of spawned a McDonald's. Instead I would of talked to Dream Characters or tried to fly.
(BTW It wasn't vivid and the dream was in third person or GTA style POV)
Lucid Dream or Dream about Lucid Dreaming?

#431 - DILD - 3:00AM

I really had a lot of wakefulness this night and spent an hour up with my legs until I was able to lay back down and have my second LD for the night.

I am messing with a tall chain-link fence and gate. I was needing to get something from the pasture, but nothing is working right. Then the sky lights up from lightning and the wind picks up. I worry that the lightning will let the zombies see me. Then the lightning lights up the sky a purple color for several seconds. I hear some loud sound like machinery and thing the thunder is odd but will also get the zombies active. I get the fence together and just head for the old country house. Several cartoon zombies rush at me and I pick up a dry twig from the ground and stab them in the skull. My fear turn to delight and I enjoy doing battle with the undead. I may my way over to and RV and Rex jumps out to help fight. I now slowly become lucid and forget about the zombies. There are large green barrels rolling down and me I Hulk smash them out of my way as they come. I feel super powerful and want to Hulk smash zombies so I come out into the open. It is now day time and I am wading through deep snow, but it doesn't slow me down at all. I shout out taunts at the zombies in a strange voice, "Ooooh yeah. Come one fucker mother fucker. Give me something to break. Break your fucking face." I look around, but there are no more zombies. I deduce that dreams run on emotion, so since the fear is gone so are the zombies. I walk around and find another RV. I feel the dream fading and I try to focus, but I wake up.

#430 - DILD -12:16AM

melatonin about 11PM

I get the feeling that I am doing some traveling. Feels like Colorado. I am at a bar and I am to wait for this dark haired attractive woman so that I can escort her safely home. It's not like any type of a relationship other than something like me being her body guard. The woman turns to me, stops, then runs to the restroom. I start to follow then stop, not sure what to do. A waitress above me in a balcony says, "She's just going to the restroom first. Do you need to give her a message." I shake my head and wave her away. I realize now that I too need to pee really bad, but it strikes me odd because I just went. In fact, I had just come out of the restroom. I decide I better do it now rather than waiting so I go back into the men's room. It's a fairly small restroom and full like most bars, but I squeeze past the other men to where the urinals are. To my dismay, the urinal section is completely blank. I look under the threes stalls in the room and see the middle one looks empty. Another man is trying to beat me to it but I cut him off. He pauses and then goes into the stall on my right. I chuckle to myself knowing that I saw the feet of someone sitting on the toilet. I half expect to hear a commotion from there, but I have to pee so bad that I forget all about it during the act. After a long pee, I notice that I still feel the urge to go and it really hurts. This could only mean one thing. I might actually be dreaming right now. I do a quick nose plug and let out a quiet yet ecstatic gasp. I am happy to be in a lucid, but the urge to pee is really prevalent. I do my best to forget about it for now and focus on my goals. I need to get out of the stall quickly so I do a high back-flip over the door behind me. Things go into slow motion here and get a little unstable with hazy vision, but I focus on standing in the spot I thought I needed to be and headed out the restroom door.

My vision returns now and I find myself entering a dark theater. I recall that I wanted to find my dream buddy and go for a run. I hover up and quickly scan the audience. To my left, I see bemistaken sitting with what I think to be her husband. I glide above them and reach down, taking her arm, and pulling her up to my side. I say, "Hi bemistaken." She just glances over at me and smiles. I know we need to go for a run, but time is short so I make the best of what I got. Together we run on top of the theater seats side by side toward the movie screen. I see a Hispanic boy and girl having conversation along with our shadows on the screen. Once we dive into the movie I reach out and touch the girls right cheek for stability. I feel the sensation of merging with the movie but when I turn around we are now on a stage like were are in some play. I nervously look at the audience, but I am blinded by the light. I feel the need to perform and bemistaken and I do our best to act things out. I hear something like a drumbeat and the children singing. Bemistaken says, "Staring, [name]" and then turns to me. I say, "Also staring, [name]' Then I feel like someone is beating under my feet so we lift part of the stage up the let the children out, but we see no one there. I wake up and rush to the toilet.

Could not recall any dreams or dream elements tonight.