All DJ Entries

I was dreaming about girls in my class.They were singing i dont remeber about.
Dream was so vivid but i cant do reality check.And then after a while i start doing DEILD technique but its to anoying just.That brainwawes and lightning in my eyes.And i wake up.I need to complete
DEILD .

Dream no 1:

I'm at my best friend's house, standing in front of a huge window, watching the neighbour have an unfortunate and uncontrollable bowel movement. I yell in disgust as my friend's two brothers laugh out loud. One points out that the cleaning crew from a nearby supermarket (Tesco) has arrived to clean up the mess. Lovely.

Dream no 2:

Bill Paxton supplies my best friend and I with various equipment and gadgets, and well as kickass cars. For what purpose, I'm not too sure. I had noticed that if we misplaced or damaged our vehicle, he would provide us with an even better one. To this end, I brutally crashed the car into the wall of our house. Bill, furious, told us that we could now use our own two legs to get to places. For some reason which seemed incredibly logical at the time, me and the best friend (let's call her Isabelle) needed to go camping. This was directly linked to the fact that we no longer owned a car. After having discussed this with her, I went to my bedroom, and picked out the warmest clothes I could find, settling on a black hoodie and combat trousers. I packed a bag, filled it with what I thought I needed, slung it over my shoulder before heading out, closing my bedroom door behind me.

Dream no 3:

Falling, falling, I hit the ground fairly violently. Standing up, I saw that I remained unhurt, save for the fact that I could no longer see out of my left eye. Panicking, I asked Isabelle's family if something was wrong with me. Upon seeing me, they all started shouting, saying that I needed to be brought to the hospital. I black out, and awake to all of them looking down at me, their faces very close to mine. They carry me to the car, intending to drive me to the hospital.

Sidenote: The fact that all these include Isabelle and her family make me wonder if all this wasn't in fact part of one massive dream, and I just forgot the bits that connected. Hmm...I don't know

Better...albeit just 2 small, mundane and slightly odd dreams recalled. Thanks Ed...you threw me a couple of bones.

My boss/teacher? (DS) tells me "look up dieters." ??? I scan through a large journal and apparently find some references. (D/S looking for something) I tell my boss/teacher...adding "It should have been entered in the index."

My boss (DS) and I are wrestling with a long roll of computer-printout paper. I mean really fighting... this paper must be made out of carbon fibre or something. Eventually I tear through the paper (where's the physics in that?) and he presumably falls backwards (if the physics is working at all) You know, I really felt as if I'd won a major disagreement...small victories.

I have a handful of dream signs and that's a good thing I think, because they invariably pop up and surely increase the chances of lucidity when conditions are right...which they're not at the moment.

Not much but thanks Ed...it shows you care.

Yay increasing length and recall, fairly epic set of dreams culminating in a DEI(Semi)LD chain of girl-fun

early (mostly clobbered by later):
+(f) climbing on rocks, avoiding invading army
+(f) moving through glass doors on sand-bars, army conflict?

mid:
+ floating down river with friends, it's a wide fast river and I'm concerned we will soon pass too far away from our base. We get out and there's a guy standing there, I pour hot chili paste into his eyes. I feel bad about this and let him do the same to me to get even, I'm standing in the water while he does it (he's happy to get back at me), I don't really feel any burning. Indoors climbing up a spiral staircase, I wonder how we're going to get the gasoline back to our base for our vehicles: clearly carrying it in open paper cups won't work, the gas will eat away at the cups and spill out.

We're walking back to base on a road, there's a large male lion walking with us, one foot is hobbled and I see it has a stuck/infected toe on that foot.

+ investment opportunity with girl, rip up application

In a room with people at desks, there's an attractive 20-ish girl who's taking applications for an investment opportunity with her. I start asking her questions about the details of the investment and she's very evasive. I'm demanding information and she gets hostile and says s.l. she doesn't want me to participate. I stand by a wall and rip up my application, slowly tearing my application papers into 1/2 inch vertical strips and putting them all in the garbage

late:
+ I'm in the boy scouts, we're outside preparing our packs for an overnight trip away from our main base camp. I say that I was always and only in the <R> patrol, I'm proud of this, I see JG there and remember [true] that he was also only an <R>, so I give him a high five. The troop leader says that due to popular consensus the overnight trip is cancelled, I'm bummed, maybe we'll do the trip later, I'm standing around small boulders and lifting up rocks?

I look down and I'm packing my overnight pack, I'm not taking everything, I see a yellow tube tent/ground cloth and think if it rains I could get just inside the tent without setting it up. I think then that that's silly, I should just string it up on a rope. But then I'll have to close the ends up so water doesn't run through, and I have no clothes pins.

Then I'm lying in a proper tent in the rain, I look up and see a drip drop down from a line on the middle of the tent, I look at it for a while to see if it will drip again but it doesn't.

My face is poking out of the head of the tent. I look at the fly netting and zip it down several times, but I'm not sure this will help against the rain. I'm lying on the ground and I'm observing closely the rivulets of water running down horizontally past the entrance to my tent: I should really dig proper rain trenches I think, as I watch the water flow by, almost entering my tent. I'm in my sleeping bag and sit up and pull up my pad and see that there is no floor to the tent, just dirt, I see that a flow of water cascades down into the tent slowly. I hunker down in my sleeping back and pull the mummy hood strings tight to pull the bad snugly against my head.

Someone says "JG is doing a grass sleep!" I look out and about 2 tents away indeed I see JG is just lying outside of a tent directly on the grass under some vines in the light rain. I make fun of him calling out and say s.l. "are you communing with the grass, and feeling the energy of the roots as they sink into the earth?!" He answers seriously, saying "Yes, I am."

+ I'm at a gas station with a van. There's an attractive, dignified middle-aged (blonde?) woman there who only speaks French asking if she can buy (something?) there. I try to dig up my French class memories and answer "Oui, vous pouvez acheter, ici" it takes me a while to remember "ici", I think of the <main foreign language> word first. I"m then helping her insert her bank card with the magnetic stripe into the card reader.

I look back over my shoulder and I see a 20ish young woman is standing at the back of my van with the back door up and is taking pictures of things in my van. I don't like this I know she is an enemy and go and confront her (and we argue?). Then my van is filled with enemies and they're driving off, I hop into the back area.

I fight my way through several rows to the front passenger seat, the van is stopped and my back is to the windshield and one by one I'm fighting and strongly shoving each enemy out of the open door. In the back I see my best friend MR, I call out to him "M, I'll deal with you last, I don't know what you're doing here with these guys!?".

One guy doesn't go out easily, he puts up a fight. He's just standing there in front of me, making jabbing motions at me. I realize he must be stabbing me with a small knife and I must be bleeding and he's waiting for me to collapse from blood loss. I get him out eventually.

I quickly move to the driver's seat, step on the gas, and pull a U-turn. I floor the gas and I see the enemies are running after the van trying to get back in, I have some open road though and I quickly leave them all behind. I'm driving through tree-less rolling suburban hills. At one point the road vanishes entirely and there's only rolling hills of grass before me.

I'm heading up a steep hill, and enter a very large steep parking lot heading up to a movie theater on top of the hill. There's a marquee sign that says something (forgot). I'm wondering if there's a gas station up there, and where I'm going to get money.

At the top there's a strip mall of 1-storey shops.

I'm in an indoor store, like a large hardware store. There's an attractive woman, I know she's looking for a phone number, I approach her and take her into my arms and kiss her, saying "Here's the number: 863…*kiss*…53…*kiss*….49…*kiss*." Nice kisses, lip-grabbing/pulling the way I like, dream fades…

…back in the dream, there's a man walking down an aisle observing displays made up of heavily decorated naked people, I'm standing in the back of the display looking out at the displays and this man. He's looking at a very decorated erect (penis?) and says "that's just perfect, no need to touch that." Gets vague around the other end of the aisle.

I'm walking along the end of the aisles, lots of people, I look to the left and see some girls down that aisle so I go right up to one and kiss her. She first leans her head really far over to her right, and opens her mouth really far and I kiss her (but only the sides of our mouths contact because hers is so far open). I pull back and pull off her shirt and the dream fades…

…back in the dream, I'm at the entrance to the store, there's a short, sort of plump, busty young woman heading for the exit. I walk up to her boldly (most likely semi-lucid since I have no inhibitions) and

Spoiler for sexy encounter:

grab her breasts, one in each hand, and begin squeezing/kneading them, and simultaneously pushing them around in a circular motion (right clockwise, left counter-clockwise). They are large and soft and pillowy, not really my preference, but still quite nice, I keep this squeezing/pushing circular motion going the entire remaining time. I do not lean in to kiss her because I want the encounter to be longer. I'm watching her face the entire time. She has dark hair, dark eyes, and a slightly Asian/Mexican look to her. At first she's mildly shocked and says "HEY, what are you….[doing?]" (She doesn't say the words in [braces], but it's what I imagine she means). I'm grinning at her with a devilish grin while my hands stay busy doing their thing, my face is only about a foot away from her's, and I've pushed her up against a table and she's sort of leaning sideways over the table. I'm looking directly into her eyes and her face the entire time. I see her expression soften, becoming resigned and somewhat accepting of what I'm doing, and she then says "…Oh, OK, you can….[do that]" in a calm voice. I then ask "Do you like this?" and she answers in a husky, sensual voice, "Oh, I LOVE it!"

…dream fades...

First dream

I was in my home, messing up with router port forwarding settings. I couldn't get the forwarding done.

Second dream

I was in my old school. I was sitting on a bench and drinking juice during the break. The break ended and I had to go to the classroom. I entered it and looked for a spot to sit, but I forgot my backpack. I went to the corridor, left the juice under the bench and took my backpack. I sat on my place, in front of the class. We were just about to have a test. I saw persons from my new, and old school. The teacher was a female in her late thirties. She had a brown hair, and wore pale blue shirt, and jeans trousers.

In the last moments I looked through the book and notebook, but teacher told me Why are you learning now? I can add everything to the test! I stopped to look through them, and waited. The teacher told that we're not going to make the test.

She told me to go and sit in the back of the classroom. I went straight to the corridor, to take the juice. There was a security officer, who looked like Caesar. He was watching me, so I couldn't pick up the juice. I went back to the classroom.

It was the second german lesson in the row. The teacher was shouting at me, telling that I'm not gonna pass to the next class. She checked work of everyone except me. When she asked about one specific word, I replied. She wasn't impressed.

Morning of March 15, 2015. Sunday.



Although I feel somewhat as I do in reality with regard to some aspects of my dream journalism, I seem to be living back in the small squarish room on Loomis Street. There is a desk and large typewriter set up in the southeast corner. I am not quite sure of the dynamics of my living arrangement although I am at least somewhat aware of my present real-life status, including my wife and family, but am not lucid in any way. There is also no association with my relatives or older sister whose house it actually is in reality. The manual typewriter is about three times as high as the portable manual one I used to use in reality (mostly in Florida) and is a much older model; probably an Underwood from the 1920s.

I am aware of writing out at least three dreams in the typed summary format I used to do on plain white paper back when around ages eleven to seventeen (in addition to the far more detailed handwritten entries where I actually fit four lines of printed writing between two lines of notebook paper as well as usage of the additional miniature black binder for the index). (However, also in reality, there was a point where my mother had bought me a very large gold-colored box of expensive white paper which also featured a large watermark on each sheet, which seemed a bit odd to me, as it was just slightly too noticeable - almost like undesirable oil marks, thus I preferred the cheaper paper, though still used the other.)

As I am working and organizing a few things, an unknown younger female (about twenty) is in the room. I have no idea who she is or where she came from. She is dressed in old-fashioned clothes. She goes to my typewriter and takes all the blank paper I have left from the box. I complain about this but she eventually leaves the room, and heads out the back door. The stack of paper she takes is about an inch or more high.

When I go outside (in what would otherwise be the residential backyard on Loomis Street) it seems to suddenly be in the 1800s and it seems to be a farming community for the most part, though some generic wooden buildings flow off to my right to the horizon (like something out of “Gunsmoke”). I find myself calling the female insane (mostly only after the people do not respond to my reporting her as stealing from me) and that something has to be done. No one else believes she is a thief or has any issues even though it is clear that she does. I tell an older (unknown) male that the responsibility falls on him whenever she gets up to more mischief (there is a vague association with Salem possibly regarding the late 1600s though that is not very defined). They seem to not know what I am talking about at all yet I still rant on and on until I wake up. I do not know where the “paper thief” went; I only see different people at this point, mostly on the right of my perspective with the male I am yelling at to my left. Curiously, the idea that I have apparently traveled back in time does not even dawn on me in-dream at the time.

Morning of March 15, 2015. Sunday.

Dream #: 17,618-02. Reading time: 1 min 12 sec.



My family and I (as we appear now) are living in the Clayfield apartment, though there are no other buildings around (as in reality), only a big featureless field. It seems to be late afternoon. I watch a small airplane flying overhead, viewing it from the window of our main bedroom. Zsuzsanna and our children are not around at this time.

As an unknown female of about twenty years of age is walking westerly across the field in the opposite direction of our apartment, a Cessna nosedives, crashing behind her, though there is not much noise. Although it had not hit her, she is seen lying on the ground needing to be pulled away from the area by an older unknown male. I do not perceive that she is physically injured, she only has mild shock. The crashed Cessna remains in a diagonal position, with several small pieces on each side of it.

I suddenly find myself in the area of the event when I had only been watching it from a distance from our bedroom window. An unfamiliar man asks me about it. There are a few unknown people present. There is no mention of the pilot, but I am not aware of one being present, alive or dead. I absentmindedly claim that the airplane stalled because he was flying it straight up. (I say this about four times to different people.) I describe how the same accident had recently occurred three times, involving Cessnas with identical appearances. However, I do not recall seeing any previous event like this.

---

This dream is a typical projected vestibular system correlation event, one of the most common waking processes, usually unrelated to waking life. It is an association with resolving the imaginary physicality of the dream state. The process often renders falling, flying, and rising events.

---

Morning of March 15, 2015. Sunday.



In my dream, my family and I seem to be living where we are now on W Street though the house seems connected to the neighbor’s house as if part of some sort of large apartment complex and at least some of the layout (such as the kitchen) is rotated perpendicularly in the direction of the other house (though our bathroom is rotated one-hundred-eighty degrees around so that it is on the east end of our residence). There is a large but shared lobby towards the north rather than a porch of any kind. Our entrance faces north; the neighbor’s entrance faces west. (This layout somewhat mimics the porch in reality, as our main door faces north and the computer room has an external door that faces west onto our porch. The in-dream lobby however is at least five times the size of the real porch.)

My dream’s setting is later at night. I hear some noise outside and when I look out the window, I see two large flatbed trucks and a car, all of which are faced north and parked on our side of the street, the car being the first vehicle in the row. The two flatbeds are stacked with at least four levels of wooden chairs (and nothing else), though quite randomly at various scattered angles. The car also has chairs randomly strewn inside the back.

Later, I hear hammering coming from the other apartment. At one point I look out into the fictional lobby and see an older male and female, who have a large dog, carrying a couple chairs into their place. Apparently, every single chair has to be hammered upon here and there to fix it up for their new home. I mention that they are okay in doing this as my wife and I had been listening to hammering on and off for over fifty-two weeks. There is a bit of sarcasm in my voice which I do not think they catch. Being that we only share the empty lobby with the new neighbors, this dream is atypical of similar shared dwelling dreams where there is more integration and consequently more annoyances.

Later, my wife is in the bathtub and I think she is annoyed by the new neighbor situation. (In reality, the number of wooden chairs that were in the vehicles would not even have fit in the small house next door.) During the last part of my dream, I hug each member of my family for quite some time and feel a strong sense of love and hope. The positive energy dominates the rest of my dream.

Hugging, and its extraordinarily realistic feel of weight and pressure and enhanced sense of touch in general (including a sincere sense of compassion and respect), has occurred in my dreams since earliest memory.

Afraid to Call
SB is standing up from the table and pulling out her cellphone when a cop drives by outside. She puts the phone away hurriedly, expressing the fear that she might be arrested. We argue with her, "How could you be arrested for making a cellphone call in your own house? Come on, what would the charges be?" But we can't talk her out of it and she, still anxious, goes to bed. After she has left the room, I ask the others, "Is this normal?" meaning, does she act like this all the time? They indicate to me with their eyes and subtle nods that it is.

Note: It's odd, this is a friend I haven't talked to in a couple years, and after I dreamed this last night, today I got an email from her...

Turquoise Bob
Look in the mirror, see that my hair is cut in a turquoise bob. It looks surprisingly good; I think I might keep it this way. It will be annoying to have to get it trimmed all the time, but I should make an effort. Should I get the color done professionally or do it myself? Decide on the latter, that's how I've always done it. Look online to find the color. How to get the hued variegated like this? Figure I need to bleach it white first, then can selectively coat parts of it with vaseline.

Bus to Sabaville
In some vast interior space, need to get back home. Find a shuttle that I think will take me toward where I saw the bus stop, but then it goes too far and in the wrong direction. I discover it is heading to a stoner convention. As everyone stands up to disembark, young man in seat in front of me (hefty, dark hair, pale skin) stares at me and asks out of nowhere: "Who are you?"

I stare back, perplexed. "Why would you ask me that? We've never met before. How could it matter who I am? I'm a stranger, on a bus."

My answer seems to have disoriented him. "Am I dead?"

Sarcastically, I respond, "Could be. It happens sometimes." I leave, going in a different direction from the others disembarking the bus.

Awed by the sheer size of this place. Don't see any internal columns or supports... what is keeping the roof up? Must be miles across. Find the stop to take the shuttle back in the other direction. Young woman there, think I've seen her before.

"Can you tell me if this place has a bus that can take me back to Sabaville?" I inquire.

"That's not where you should be spending your time." I assume she means that it's not a very cool place to live.

"Well, it's where I need to get back to."

It was dream. I was in the city. I found lost friend, she was unhappy. We went to restaurant and talked and drinked tea. I felt somewhat happy, but also confused and uncertain. I remember only these few pieces of quite long dream.

There were three people on a metal cart with shelves. I'm saying the substance in a container is having a chemical reaction as it is bubbling over and I set it on the shelf of the cart. All of a sudden, the whole things explodes and the three people (I think one was just a head!) are electrocuted and then all of them catch on fire. I watch but know there's nothing I can do. I'm not even that upset. There are white (like Christmas) lights strung all over the place and all kinds of extension cords and wires and I unplug most of them for safety. (LOL) I them leave them and head upstairs. CRAZY!

I notice another part of the scene I was in change. I found my self in Father room waking up however a part of the room look different. Though this change was familar to me and I soon recalled I've been here in a lucid dream before. My brother who I now notice ask I have? That means I'm dreaming right now. My brother said we are? I said yea are you aware?, my brother seem shock that we're both were lucid. Stay calm I told him. My brother said lets go through the window as he made an attempt to slide pass it.

It didn't work and he was push back. I told him it will take a bit more experience to accomplish that. Also the confusion may make you lose lucidity. I suggest it's better we take the back door. That's when we both agreed and left father room and enter the living room. I told my brother to watch what I'll do next. Saying that I'll make the lights switch work in the dream and that's when the real fun begins. My brother watch as I cause a dim blue light through apart of the house.

Shall we go outside I ask my brother? My brother decline saying he wanted to see more of what could happen inside the house. That's when someone at the door open it. It was a woman that resemble an anime character. I told my brother look they are really here. I jog and quickly approach her. I then greet and welcome them inside. I then pointed my finger saying hey it's another anime character outside. My brother said really? I waited for him to come and see.

We both saw a man with a huge sword knocking on near by peoples houses. I then told my brother we should go outside, there's a lot of things that happen out here. It was night as we begin to walk the streets. I however lost lucidity a long the way. Lucidity Time: 6 minutes

Went to bed at 00:15, Woke at 04:40, BTB at 05:20 with tACS electrodes on (and set to go with a time delay of 80 mins and activation for 6 mins->1 sec on,2 sec off at a subsensory level). Had a hard time trying to fall asleep due to stress. When the tACS went off for the first time I was still marginally awake but at the second activation I drifted off. I realized I was faintly seeing my hands in flight position over tall grass. I concentrated on my hands and gradually it got clear - still I was not there completely. I continued to fly, then landed and walked to a wooden house. Inside, there were shelves with toys. I picked up and admired some of them but still was not there completely. I had that familiar feeling of being half in bed - half in the dream. I opened the wooden roof and climbed up floor and I was in a modern apartment. Went out and I was finally fully in the dream - clear and live image! I was in a modern city road and decided to fly with the parachute control technique. It didn't work as good a the previous time thought... I took off and flew between the blocks of flats having some difficulty, and after a while I landed again and starting running and jumping in order to fly - superman style. Not much success with that either and then I entered a downward going tunnel. I walked down the tunnel, when at the exit I saw a giant octopus! I immediately turned around and walked the other way, but at the other exit there was another giant octopus!

I said: I will change the scenery and appear at the forest of Peru. I closed my eyes, I heard a snapping sound and immediately i started hearing forest sounds. I was happy with this but right after that I was in bed and a FA took place with my kids and wife, before I actually woke up, quite happy for my first lucid after a long dry-spell ! (and possibly the first tACS induced - although it might have been the long WBTB that made it happen, we'll see... )

I was at work sitting down prepping something. Things were just a tad out of place but nothing seemed unusual to me in that regard. I did get a feeling like it might be a dream through so I went ahead and did the nose pinch RC and when a little air came in I knew I was dreaming. *That was my first ever successful RC.*

I didn't really have a goal set up so I thought why not have sex? I went to a empty work area and was thinking since no one is here I should just make someone appear. I picked a woman I like from work. I close my eyes and then open them and she appears in good form.

I proceed to get her half naked and carry on with the task. In feeling and appearance the dream started to fade a little so I closed my eyes and reopened them to better visuals but the feeling was still weak. I was losing lucidity at this point and the dream transitions to a normal work dream.

I'm now back in a work area and am given a few work tasks. I get bored and start walking around. I know I'll get in trouble for slacking off if I get caught but still take the risk.

I sneak out of work and go to a automotive shop across the street to hang out with people I apparently know who work there. Me and some other people sit at a desk in the shop just talking when a professional lady walks in and sits next to me. My hands suddenly seem wet and sweaty for no reason.

The lady goes to shake my hand and freaks out when she touches the sweat. I think geez I need to wipe my hands off before shaking someones hand like that. She starts caking on disinfectant (lol) and I make fun of her for overreacting. She opens a door and starts washing her hands with a hose I guess to rise off the disinfectant. Water pours out into the parking lot and freezes into ice. A car comes speeding up, hits the ice and crashes into the building.

When checking the wreck out I see across the road people from my job are coming back from lunch break. I think oh shit I have got to get back to work before I get caught.

As a new member, I'm going to put up some older lucid-based dreams on here. I have been recording for my own amusement since 2001, and a few random lucid moments occurred during that time. I will put up the lucid dreams I had thus far.
---

I just had THE most realistic dream ever. I am wide awake and I have to write this down.

I was drifting off to sleep. It hasn't happened in a while, but when I was in college I used to have alot of out of body experience-type things. Usually it involved mostly movement and sensations. In these type of dreams, for some reason I can't always see what is going on. I am not entirely positive it was an OOB experience. If its instead a lucid dream, and you are convinced in the dream world that its an OOB, is it an actual OOB or part of the dream? Anyways. I'll write what I remember.


I felt myself, first off, drifting out of my body. More like wrenching myself out of my body in a good effort. I remember reaching my hands outwards because I really wanted to get out. Once I was free of myself, I floated above me a little bit in the same laying position as I was when sleeping. Then I slowly felt myself turn, in this same position, with my head facing where my feet had been and vice versa. It felt like someone was guiding me into this. The laying position then lifted up like a rocket preparing to launch, and I was flying off. I now remember seeing the walls around me zooming by as I went through them.

The first sensation I felt after that was sound. What sounded like a steady car-driving sound, or the highway. I heard cars zoom past me and I wondered what I was experiencing. I couldn't move, and like I said I sometimes I can't see anything in these types of dreams. I was still in a laying position. I assumed I was in someone's car. I felt someone brushing my hair or moving their hands through it to clean it. They were trying to keep me looking neat, I guess. The wind in the car kept whipping my hair around a smidge, and they wanted to keep it nice and neat. I also felt at one point them lifting my bangs in an attempt to cut them short. Or maybe they lifted them but didn't cut them. I also remember someone pulling some of my own hair that was stuck in between my teeth out, as if they got stuck up in my gums pretty good. This part was odd. There was alot of hair stuck in-between the right side of my teeth, and they pulled them out with some effort. It reminded me of dental work.

Next I remember being in a room and hearing people talking. I think I saw the room, I'm not sure. This part is blurry.

Anyways, this "laying-still-while-someone-brushes-my-hair-while-in-a-moving-car" thing was going on for a while, and dream/spirit-me was getting really bored. I was hoping for something a little more interesting and this wasn't cutting it. I wanted to wake up and get back into another dream. I tried opening my eyes, because in the past opening them has wakened me from these types of dreams. This time I had opened them, and I saw instead slight glimpses of the environment around me. I *thought* that I was waking up, but then suddenly I was afraid of opening them again. Like I was unsure of what to do about the opening-eyes thing. So, I stayed in the dream.

Suddenly I felt fingertips on the middle of my back, and then a strong person picking me up from my laying position. I thought it was an angel pulling me out of the dream. I was saying in my head "Thank you God!" over and over because I was sure this creepy kidnapping dream was going to end. It was starting to frighten me! Whoever was carrying me was reassuring me, saying it was alright. Also I recall a glimpse of me being carried through the threshold.
But then, I felt someone cleaning my skin.

Like every inch of my skin, cleaning something off of it. I still thought this was a process of leaving the dream so I still had hope. I thought then I was safely set in my bed/body again and I would wake up to reality.

When I opened my eyes, I was in shock. Instead of the familiar darkness of my bedroom, and the sensation of being awake, what met my eyes was a bathroom.

A yellow and white tiled bathroom. it was tiled in small yellow and white tiles so that it made a checkered pattern. They were really tiny ones, like mosaic sized, and they came up the wall halfway like some bathrooms have them. The walls were yellow. I stood in the middle of the room. To my right and parallel to where I stood was a smudgy, dirty mirror, like the kind in older junky hair salons. To my right, infront of me, was I think a sink. Directly infront of me was a tiny window, closer to the ceiling, with white curtains and yellow pattern on it. To the left and center was a toilet. To the left and parallel to where I stood was a counter or sink. It was an alright sized bathroom. Medium sized I guess. It reminded me of an old ladies bathroom. Someone who had done the decor in the 60s and then totally kept it that way through the rest of their life. It was nice for an outdated shitty bathroom.

So, I was in total and complete shock, and I began repeating to myself "this isn't my house this isn't my house!" all scared. I started looking around frantically at the setting. I darted to the window but didn't look through or attempt to open it. I looked at the dirty mirror, and kind of saw me. It looked a little like me, but two long, inch wide strands of bangs were covering my eyes. They seemed lighter than the rest of my hair, which was cut kind of similar. I couldn't tell so much because the mirror was too high for me to see past my forehead. Also I was afraid to look. I didn't immediately see eyes so I freaked out. Dream-mirror-looking is never fun. D: I didn't want to stare long enough to see I didn't have eyes or something dumb like that. Also I think I was wearing one of the nightgowns I actually own.

Anyways, I was immediately determined to get the fuck out of there. I opened the door, it wasn't locked. I knew there had to be someone downstairs waiting for me. As soon as I exited the bathroom, to my immediate left, was a staircase going downstairs. I took it. At the end of the stairs, to my right, across from a large, dark sitting room, was the living room. It had a curved entry-way that sectioned the room off from the other parts of the house. Inside this room it was also brighter. I saw two fat people sitting there. One was a woman and she was watching TV. Another was a man in a brown-tan shirt and he was reaching behind the sofa for something. He was crouched the other way.

I tried to silently sneak out. The guy saw or heard me and ran after me. I took something metal and smacked him over the head with it. I went to run again for the door, but every time I tried running my head began to swim and I'd get really dizzy. Like the action was taking alot out of me. It was a struggle. Once again I had to turn back as the guy tried to approach me. This time I grabbed a long metal standing lamp that was set by the door and smacked him over the head with it. That really got him, and he fell to the ground. I debated going at him again with the lamp and getting him for good, but I was afraid of the other person in the next room getting up and helping the guy out. Also he wasn't knocked out. He crawled for something that was on the floor a little ways beyond the door to the outside. I didn't wait to find out what it was he was grabbing for.

This time I walked slowly to the door. I knew running wouldn't work out well for me. I thought to myself: "Sometimes when you rush things you don't get anything done correctly." So I took my time and walked there. I was mere inches from the door. There was something small blocking it. Like a trunk or something. Something I could hop over easily.

AND THATS WHERE I WOKE UP! FFFFFFFFF

Its not that I am afraid (although I went to check if the door was locked lol), just amazed. Surprised. "What the fuck!?" and so on. I wonder whether it was a dream or something else. And I wonder if the girl was supposed to be me or another girl who was never so lucky to escape. I just don't understand. I am confused!

I also feel like I'm never going back to sleep, Siigh

End!

----

Scary as it was at the time, the complete realism I experienced when I opened my eyes and looked at that bathroom was amazing. I might as well had been in a real bathroom, in a real house. I sort of began to lose the lucid feeling in the living room, as I was smacking the guy in the head and attempting to run. But the majority of the experience was so so real. It didn't even feel like a dream, up until the end part.

I wonder, was this a WILD? Obviously the first part was a little SP. Being in my body, struggling to get out, etc. Some of my SPs in the past had involved me floating above my body as I slept like how I did here. I feel like I kind of worked my way through this SP, and got myself a nice reward for doing so.

Anyways, hope you enjoyed c: