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Date: 1-13-14
Time: 1:52 A.M. - 5:03 A.M.
Technique(s) Used: N/A
Non-Dream | Dream | Lucid
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This is the longest WILD I've had - in fact, the longest lucid dream, as well, so excuse the length

The dream began with me waking up from my bed. From the moment I got up, I alread knew that I was dreaming.

The house was dark, not many lights on. I ran my hand across walls to stabilize, and went to the living room.

The lights were dimmed, but not so dim that I couldn't see. Everything was in its rightful place - nothing out of the ordinary.

A few knocks echo from within. I go to the door, and see that it is a friend of mine. I open the door and let him inside, but take note that his eyes seemed awfully black.

He comes inside, and immediately takes a swing at me. I had to fight him. Though I was dreaming, I did not have any great fighting moves - I simply tripped him up and hammered him with punches.

In an effort to get away, he suddenly transformed into an action figure. He shot his limbs at me, to try and deter me from his escape. Unphased, I picked it up, tore off the head, and threw it outside. The moment I did, the sun rose, and brightened up the day.

I stood outside, and looked to my left. There were several groups of other teenagers that seemed to be congregating some general thought. I began thinking of things I could do in the dream.

The tasks of the month were the first to penetrate my thoughts. I turned to ask my mother, who was at the screen door, what her new years resolution was. She held a nore of 'umm' for a bit, then dodged it by asking me what mine was. I shoo the question away, and go in search of a better answer.

I was swallowed by the group, and began asking around, seeing if anybody had a resolution. None did - their answers just the same as my mothers, only a lot more 'I don't knows'.

I was going to go somewhere else to ask a different character, when all of a sudden a good friend of mine stood out within the crowd, donning many winder clothes. I ran to her, and asked her what her resolution was. All she said was 'Disney' - I assumed she meant to watch more.

As we sit on the grass, I decided to try out the other basic task - I said to her, "Hey, it's night time."

She responded with, "It's not night time - IT'S PRIME TIME!"

I look to my left, and see that all of the teens are sitting as well - why? Looking to my right, I see a large skyscraper, with a huge TV attatched to it. It was playing a movie.

Unable to remember any other tasks of the month, I decided to try and look them up while in the dream. I got up and turned to go inide, only to notice that my house had been replaced by a massive complex.

I ran up the stairs, desperate to find a door. I suddenly stop, and say to myself, "Hey, I'm dreaming! Why am I trying to find a door?" I fall face first through the roof I am on.

Down through darkness I descend, until a computer monitor begins to hum. I look at the screen, and see that it is on Dream Views. It was stuck on one thread - I cannot remember the name.

Disappointed, I left, and emerge in a small housing area. There were train tracks that led through the area, but no station. Near the tracks, two girls, donning black, waited. I knew one, but not the other. Next to the tracks was a building that had no doors - just a hole.

I went in and observed the space. There were games and stores all around. I assumed it was a sort of mall, and went back outside.

When I went back outside, the girls were gone. I paid no further heed to this, and proceeded to climb a building. I made it up effortlessly.

On top, I saw a bird. It flew away, and gave me the thought: Why don't I play a little god work? I began to recreate the bird, but in my own image - it was cold and metallic. I look to my left, and see if fly towards me. I catch it, observe my handiwork, and let it take flight once again.

Climbing down, I hear several conversations going on. One guy said, "How could she like him over such a fabulous guy like me?" After I heard this, I was handed a notebook by a character. I found it odd that he handed it to me so absentmindedly - as if it were just automatic.

I take it, and look inside. Written it is was this: '7:00. Don't be late.' I thought of the girls waiting for the train, and ran back inside the mall.

I asked tons of people if anybody knew where the 7:00 train was headed. Nobody knew. One vendor, in broken English, told me to go down a different corridor - someone down there knew. I thanked him and ran down there.

I go down a green hallway, and reach a nursing office. I asked the woman inside if she knew where the 7:00 train was going. She said that it was going to a village on the border of Korea. I thought of a way to get there.

I walked up to a pale wall and ran my finger down it. This caused it to crack. I stuck my fingers in the crack, and opened it. It made a portal to a mirrored copy of a nursing office in Korea. I thank the woman, and step inside. Shutting the rift, I run my thumb on it, sealing the crack.

Walking outside, I was confronted by a group. Whether they were just thugs or Korean police, I didn't know - but I knew I couldn't stay there. Jumping in a flying car, I drove away. However, they followed in their own cars.

I was gunned down, but a large aircraft took hold of me and carried me to safety. I blacked out,and when I awoke, I was back in my bed, still in a dream.

I went into the bright living room, and saw that my mother had made peppermint fudge, as indicated by the small candy canes on top. I went to the door, and looked out the window. I saw the sithouette of the aircraft that had saved me, and woke up.

Dream of: 10 January 2014 "New Clothes"



unravel the twisted threads of pride

I'm in Portsmouth and am getting ready to go to school. I remember that something special is going to be happening today at school so I decide to dress better than normal. I'm wearing a couple tee-shirts, but instead of wearing blue jeans and a tee-shirt, I decide to put on a pair of beige pants and a long-sleeved white shirt.

When I arrive at school, I'm met outside by a woman (around 60 years old) whom I know. She's well dressed and she compliments me on my attire today. I'm satisfied until she and I walk inside the classroom of 30-40 where everyone (all probably in their early 20s) seems to be dressed in brand new clothes. I'm surprised and intimidated by how well everyone else looks and I feel self-conscious about my clothing which isn't new. At least I'm glad that I didn't simply wear blue jeans and a tee-shirt.

The room actually seems more like a restaurant than a classroom and seems to be located in downtown Portsmouth. I sit down at a table with a couple fellows sitting across from me. I continue to feel self-conscious about my attire, especially when I notice that many fellows in the room are dressed in new suits. The two fellows across from me are wearing identical new bluish-gray sweaters. I wonder if they planned to dress that way or if they simply coincidentally bought the same sweaters. Then I notice that yet a third fellow wearing the identical sweater is sitting across from me.

One of the fellows is Babcock (whom I first met in 1967 when we attended 10th grade together in Portsmouth). I look intently at Babcock's face. I recall that I had become slightly acquainted with Babcock when we first met in high school, but we never hung around. I remember that he seemed to be in the upper echelon of Portsmouth society. I could have gotten to know him better and moved more into the upper society, but I hardly ever spoke to him through high school. I know his father was an optometrist and that he himself latter became an optometrist. He and the other two fellows all look snazzy sitting there in their new sweaters.

I wonder if anyone else in the room didn't dress up today, or if I'm the only one. I reflect that I wasn't even told that I was supposed to dress up today, so I wonder how everyone else knew. I feel shabby and I simply stay to myself without talking to anyone.

Everyone finally stands up and walks outside so we can head down the street to another location where something is supposed to happen. We walk on the crowded sidewalk in downtown Portsmouth. It seems as if everyone is dressed up in new clothes, a phenomenon very unusual for Portsmouth. Many females are walking along in their brand new clothes. It seems so strange for Portsmouth. Finally I do see one fellow wearing typical Portsmouth blue jeans. He's carrying a baby and seems to have his girlfriend or wife with him.

We arrive at a building which seems to be the old Columbia movie theater. We all walk in and stand in a line. My father shows up, stands right beside me, and looks me over. He seems to think I'm dressed acceptably, but he doesn't seem proud of the way I'm dressed. I wish I would have at least worn a tie. As I walk past a mirror, I notice that I'm still wearing those two old tee-shirts which can be seen around my neck under my white shirt. Now I really feel self-conscious. I think I might anyway slip into a restroom and take off the two tee-shirts. They really look shabby.

My father mentions something about some kind of pin which I'm apparently wearing on my shirt. I just wish this whole affair would end, but I'm stuck here now.

Dream Commentary

Although Dream Views specifically prohibits a profile-link to Facebook, numerous people on the Dream Journal web site link their profiles to Facebook. I do not know, however, of any of my fellow dream-writers who link their Facebook page to a dream journal. Surely there must be some other dream-writer on this planet who has thought of linking their Facebook account to a dream journal. Or is this a completely unchartered frontier?

These thoughts are brought to mind by the appearance of Babcock in this dream, someone whom I have not see in 43 years. A link to my dream journal from my currently shabby and dormant Facebook account would open up my dreams to the hundreds of people whom I have known through the years, many of whom would be surprised - dare I say startled - to see that they are still a part of my life. I can see how that would make me more self-conscious of what I write. Yet without pioneers, unchartered frontiers remain ... unchartered.

The 1948 painting above is by Frank Hunter and shows the exact area in Portsmouth, Ohio where I was walking in this dream. The Columbia theater marquee is on the left of the painting with the black letters on the white background.

Dream Journal Home Page

shook hands with my dance instructor James. he told me all about ball room dancing then said they were full. i begged to join. he said fine. then it turns out that everyone in the class was playing dodgeball. i was with matt jajeh and alec eckman. it was a pretty epic game of dodgeball

I was in my room, when my brother came in and was being a jerk, so i punched him in the face. Since the dream began i knew it was a dream, but at that point i was totally lucid. I made sam disappear, and i looked into a mirror i had. I couldnt see my reflection clearly; it was like looking at my reflection in a moving river. I thought, since I am dreaming, i should be able to jump through this mirror! I tried, but i ended up just ramming it with my head, and falling to the ground. I started to feel my actual body waking, so i did somersaults around my floor to stabilize. I found it to actually be really fun, so i did it for a long time. It felt so real, and for some reason it felt really good. I felt like my actual body was rolling around with me, but i pushed this thought out of my head because i knew it wasnt. I Led myself into a weird and vague false awakening, but i knew i was still dreaming. I found myself on my floor again, but i sat up and thought about the task of the month. I tried and tried to remember what any of them were but i couldnt. so i gave up. I started to feel myself breathing in real life, and i was overwhelmed with feeling like I was two people at once, so i just woke up.

Journal Entry non-lucid #5 Dream, non-dream (Comments)
Background:

Dream fragment 1 from 8:30pm-1:45am" 2 Split Realities ": I was a spectator in this dream as well. I saw a women talking about an opening for a movie. She looked high class and everybody dressed in suits, and dresses. The women talking about the movie didn't really know what she was talking about, so people tried to ignore her. The main actor, the father, from the movie Taken came out dressed like the 1600s, he said, "listen to thy queen..." while toasting to the crowd with a glass of wine. I saw everybody now dressed like him, but this was not the real perspective, this was the actors perspective. Then my dream showed me another perspective, the real one. He was overly drunk slurring as he talks, leaning on people, and trying to talk to ladies. A mistress in the party, who was in charge of some sort of high and powerful organization put a hit on Ice T, the police put him on their list.

Dream fragment 2 8:30am-1:45am " Friend gets Arrested": I was now with my friend that is a security guard, CN. He asked me if I wanted to join him on his job, I told him yeah and we left. He parked his car and we started having a conversation. I saw these cops pull over and drive off. We didn't think of it as weird since he was a security guard. Then he came back with backup and told him to come outside the car. I was confused, I know that their is a hit on Ice T, but why did they come after my friend. "He is darker than Ice T, he is not black, but he is certainly darker than him" I thought. I couldn't conclude that they are racist since they didn't arrest me. They looked at the back of the trunk, his car was a 4 door family car as well. They ripped off the back bumper. I had to pick it up and put it on the side walk. CT told me, they got nothing on me man don't worry.

Dream fragment 3 8:30pm-1:45am " No Judgment Here": I was waiting with my friend, LS, we were waiting for another friend, BN. He shows up with a child, about 8 years old. We didn't bother asking him if that was his child. All of a sudden a bunch of people showed up and kept asking him to join them, he said," could you guys wait for me I will be back ?". We all said yes, but I became impatient and left. This was because I had to pee in real life to do WBTB and I just couldn't hold it in dream. I left them and I walked away, I ended up in New York for some reason. It was snowing and I just started peeing all over the floor. It was so cold that my pee vaporized. I fell or something and laid on the floor peeing. I finished and got up, this Indian guy shows up and shoots me. I spawned back to life like a game. And shot him, he came back to life as well. I ran to this dark lighted area so that it reduces his accuracy. This train was passing by me. I acted like I got hit. He got on a freight and went to floor and tried to shoot me. I was laughing like a manic. He couldn't kill me. I missed him as well. He jumped to where I was at, and all of a sudden he is Russian, and he ran out of bullets. He asked me in panic how do you reload. I laughed again like a manic, and I grabbed my pistol, I was out of ammo as well. (I don't know how to reload in waking life, but I think it is all the games I played, I did the same sequencing. I just don't know what to call the parts to the gun, but I pulled it, put the ammo in from the bottom and cock it back). I then started shooting directly to his face, he didn't die though. I left him and went somewhere else, Jessica the hot redhead from True Blood apparently ordered female escorts or something, but she felt guilty. They came after my sister, trying to kill her. My sister shook them off her backs, and she was yelling at Jessica. I think my sister asked her why she ordered them, Jessica looked embarrassed and she said, "to have sex with them". I told her it's ok no judgment.

Got up tried to concentrate on my dream, neighbors were having a party and they were playing a loud and annoying song. I had to get up so details escaped me. I used the bathroom after writing down dream. Then I ate some food with my sister. Then read a book, and meditated afterwards for about 10 mins. I woke up and went back to bed a couple of times, while listening to Robert Monroe's hemi-sync.

Dream fragment 4 3am-6am" Dual Personality": I was in a Hollywood studio. This women was playing the part of a girl who had dual personality. After she finished I asked her sister if she had dual personality in real life, she told me yes. I left them because I thought they were crazy. I was now at my middle school. I was on the second floor and my sister was at the stairs and she was trying to fix her backpack. I waited for her. I saw L.J there with other old friends. I went down the stairs, my sister was trying to talk to me about something, but I ignored her. I saw an old friend that was very close to me and he told me that he is upset because I didn't see him or talk to him after we finished school.

Dream fragment 5 3am-6am" Racist White Man": I was in this orange low-rider, and I tried to customize it and they would let me because I was n at the right level. I saw a friend over there in a motorcycle trying to act cool with black shades. I was apparently on vato's territory (from a game). I then drove a way. They were trying to kill me. I saw these grove street gangsters trying to steal cars. I also saw this racist white man pulling a black guy by the afro. He was spewing racist comments. I was angry. When I became angry, I became the white man pulling his hair. I felt the hunger for power, and the satisfaction that he was getting from pulling his hair. To quench his hunger for power he had to hurt and demean others. When I became angry, I reflected the negative angry that he had, and by that reflection became him.

Dream fragment 6 3am-6am" Janitor is the killer": This guy was looking for the killer of his family and, that killer was someone that he knew closely. It was this janitor that he knew. The man had these ugly and un-cared for hair. He had this evil smile on his ugly wrinkled face. The guy though didn't want to believe it and kept saying that he saw the killers face as a child.

Dream fragment 7 3am-6am" Helicopter Fight": I was in this helicopter and it had machine guns. Me and this other guy were in a helicopter war. Shooting at another helicopter. We didn't kill each other, it was all just practice. Then we landed the helicopter and I told them don't worry about the helicopter I will pick it up later. This black guy that looked very familiar laughed at what I said. As we were walking I asked him if he was new to the place. The dream ended without a response.

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

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

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

I had had a massive house party but someone had trashed my house, there was a detective/counsellor (I think hired him, he is a famous actor but I cant remember his name and I was thinking at the time who strange it was that all of a sudden he was a detective) Then as he was asking me questions about what had happened to work out who the culprit was. There was this black guy who I was convinced it was as after the party he looked really shady, but as I remembered more things (which somehow got played out like a flashback) I realised it was actually me that made the massive mess, then somehow I ended up in the same toilet cubicle as the black guy then one thing led to another...

*The actor was Ben Miller

1. debajo de un puente, churubusco pero en un pueblo, veia de lejos un acto político, la entrega de tractores a campesino. me acercaba y había canastas de mimbre y gente sentada bajo el puente. mi hermanita manejaba un auto por una avenida con camellon, se equivocaba de vuelta y le decía que volviéramos.

2. fiesta de una amiga, luces neón, gente borracha. saludaba a mi amiga por su cumpleaños. un salón de fiestas. afuera había una kermés. todo muy colorido. tenía la sensación de que era muy tarde.

3. un gimnasio. usaba unas caminadoras. un grupo de chicas. dormía con tres de ellas en el mismo colchón.

Went to bed without framing up a question. Been unsure of where to go with the questioning. Dreamview was fast paced and quick changing. There were several scapes that were notable..

One was in the basement of the house I grew up in. I was with others, people I know, family and others. I was looking for something it seemed while at the same time trying to repair something. It seemed I was feeling the presence of what I was looking for somewhere on the backside of a stairwell leading up to another floor. It seemed as if hidden in the structure behind a wall, under the very steps one would walk up to the next floor on.
The view shifts up onto the roof. I am trying to put a elaborate stone/metal one piece chimney cap on the chimney. The chimney area has some sort of temporary structure built over it. I am having to work in this tight area and it is getting frustrating for some reason. As I am looking down the chimney hole, I also feel the presence of what I had been looking for down near the chimney well, down in the structure near the stairwell I was previously at.
The cap is tedious to put in place and just as I think I get it, it falls over and breaks somewhat. Anger arises and it then breaks into many pieces without me throwing it even.

View shifts and I am in a industrial yard driving a load and also walking around at times. This same area is as in another dream I had months ago I now realize, when I was moving material around in a snowstorm with the snow burying everything and making moving difficult.
View shift to driving in a vehicle with family and other stuff packed in it. Snowing, roads are ice covered. Following a empty truck & trailer under a railroad bridge up a hill. It almost does not make it up hill. We follow.
As we go up over the hill towards a big gathering of some sorts. the snow on the road gets worse, the path narrows and comes to high impassible wall right before the turn into the gathering. We back out as the truck ahead of us is also backing towards us back out to the main road again. As we are leaving I notice a very narrow path next to a tree that leads past the mountain of snow into the gathering. One would have to leave their vehicle and all their belongings to go through it.

View shifts back to industrial yard. Starts out fairly sunny out, then slowly begins to darken up to overcast, gray and hazy as the view unfolds as follows. There are problems with the machinery there. Cant find problem, but don't feel as though I really should or need to fix it either. Hard to tell..some sort of apprehension over it. Facing west the path leads out to the edge of the yard towards a green area, a grassy plain of sorts. To the south is a large dark building very tall. I feel indifferent to it and the plains to the west also. To the north is a large run down hotel of sorts . Double floored blocks of rooms in rows east to west with doors on north and south sides both.
Suddenly there is a sense of urgency as droves of people are coming , fleeing from what appears to be dead people walking. Zombies of sorts, but not like you see in the movies. Its like they are alive on the outside but dead inside. They are not trying to eat people, but catch them and turn them into more zombies and carry them off to the south.
The people fleeing these zombies are running over others with their cars and trucks while trying to save themselves. No compassion or consideration for anyone else. It seems as though some of the people are making their way to the edge of the green plains to the west, mainly those being pushed aside by the others with no concern. Those people are heading distinctly south.

View shifts and I am up in and around the motel rooms. There are others up there armed, some outside in groups like squads of military in a defense arrangement. Others hold up in rooms organizing. My view follows searching the room and clearing them of zombies. Then a zombie dressed in a helmet and combat fatigues wearing a generals star grabs me and lifts me off the ground. I am hesitant to kill it for some valid reasoning, but then I drop the thought and see myself as being free of it. At that moment I am also witnessing my person pull a large dagger or short sword and cut into the zombies neck pulling the blade on around and severing its head. Free I move into a room through an open south door.
others are in there with weapons, but the reality is really distorted some how. Some of the dc's are part people and part animated cartoon characters of sorts. I leave that room through a north facing door going by others who are entering rooms to clear them. Somewhere here the dream ends

There was also a brief flash in the middle of all the above of the view of a very large ornate building structure. One with a broad base. The building was vary tall and seems as if round in shape built largely of living wood with stone floors and steps upward in a lavish staircase with linings of gold on the rails going up. All I could see was a quick glimpse of the first and second floors, maybe the third. It was like I was seeing through the wall into the first floor but only in one place. Like my view was being channeled through a pipe or tunnel or something. The second floor and up was hazy and unclear. It was a very quick glimpse and then gone....

When I first woke up I could not seem to remember a lot of this, but as I wrote I began to recall more in vivid detail piece by piece. Also couldn't see at first any real meaning, but the first part with the house structure has a lot of meaning. There is something yet hidden within me I need to find. I need to first frame up a question as to what it is before I can hope to find it. The meaning of the chimney cap is not clear. The glimpse also has meaning in the structure seen relating to myself in a future moment.

The zombie business also has meaning as to the world around us and what is happening..

The snow covered road and path out of the vehicle reminds me of the bibles teaching of a camel going through the eye of a needle. IE as in having to leave your worldly self and concerns to pass through the gate , just as you would if you were a traveler with a camel going to enter a ancient city through a needle gate of a castle to gain entrance. One would have to dismount, and leave the camel outside to get in. This whole dream is worthy of more looking into..

I'll start with the strongest dream fragment. It was a combination of anxiety related to being late for my first class/not having finished the homework on time or not having the appropriate prerequisites. I was moving around Mexico City trying to pay close attention to the time. Kevin was accompanying the family. There was a small section where people in the street were putting on a show for us at least partially trying to impress Kevin. The people were doing strange things like run into a wall repeatedly. Kevin thought the whole thing was too predictable. I asked him to think of the way it made him feel as part of a different art than he's used to. Out of no where, Vanessa showed up with her hair tied back. I hugged her onto the ground paying attention to minor physical tension between us. My mom finally recognized her. I asked if she was putting down roots in Mexico specifically Mexico City. She said that she was indeed, but the phrasing she used convinced my mom that she was pregnant. My mom alluded to this by asking if they needed to contact her parents about the good news.

Strange fragment trying to extract oil from some plants with ben. The idea was to put drops of stevia on our penises and stir the contents haha. Ben noted that the alcohol i had was not actually suitable for our attempt. I was ready to go for sure and sort of waiting on ben. I paid attention to how easily I overcame the shame of having my penis out and about haha.

My dreams were very vivid, but I went to bed at 5 and got up at 9, so there's not much to tell... however, there was one dream that was VERY interesting and, when I woke up, I was frustrated because I wanted to know how it'd end! It was like a film, I wasn't anybody in particular, although sometimes I was more than one person. And here we go:

A girl was at what looked like a college campus. She was sitting at a table and having a drink or something, but then her phone buzzed and there was someone watching her. Not in a creepy way, though. The person just posted somewhere that they had seen her and that she was really beautiful. She was flattered, so she decided to find the person. They had also posted a picture of her, and so many people (it was all very public) started sending her pictures of random people that could be the person she was looking for. It was messy, to be honest, but it all made sense in the dream.

Then, her best friend joined her. She said she was definitely going to help, and they even get another friend of theirs to help out a little. He was not with them, but they were all constantly messaging each other. In the meantime, her friend was going through some relationship drama, cause the guy she was seeing turned out to be a douche or something.

Anyway, then they took the subway, then they went back to the campus, then they were at a warehouse... until the girl found out that her two friends decided that they were in love (the girl who was with her and the guy they were messaging). So they got together during this quest, even though they hadn't seen each other in person. Anyway, that was when they also found out they were from the future. And the past. They actually are the girl's parents, but they don't remember anything because they're from the past, which is why they're her age. So the girl got happy that her parents had gotten together and that they were going to help her find the person who had sent her that message, because they were all sure that person was her soulmate.

The dream ended with the sudden realisation that the person could've been a girl.

I also had another vivid dream, but I can't remember what it was now. I know that I was me and that my mother was there and that, at one point, I was in a bathroom, but that's it.

Okay, I may have had my REAL first lucid.

This was part of a larger dream, but I forget most of the details. The important section was this:

I was with two other people. I think a teenage girl and an older guy (who kinda looked like George Carlin, IIRC). We were going to do some sort of thing to help me get a lucid (how convinient). After I "went to sleep" (it really seemed more like a scene jump), I "started" dreaming and the two of them were standing in front of me. Not-George Carlin starts trying to walk me through everything, but I get a feeling of suspiscion and look around the room, ignoring him. I interrupted him and said, "I think this is a dream." I pinch my nose and breathed successfully a few times. I looked at my hand and it was screwy. The two people looked at each other and Not-George said to me, "Well done." They disappeared and I looked around some more, but the far ends and hallways were being engulfed by darkness, so I started spinning, but to no avail. I think it ended so quickly because I expected it to, which I'll avoid later.

I think this was a true lucid because my actions and feelings felt like I was consciously doing them, though the events before and after still give me doubt.

#266 - WILD - 5:48AM

As I am focusing on WILD I begin to notice that my head feels light and wavy. I make myself spin and I know I am ready. This time I take a chance and open my eyes. It feels real but I am fairly confident that I am seeing the dream version of the bedroom; it's not quite dark enough. I open and close a few times amazed that I am not actually opening my eyes. I try not to mess with this too much and decide to get up. I can hear the fan but the sound is cutting in and out rapidly. It's odd but I try not to pay much attention to it. I try to phase through the door for fun but it move back and jumps around in time with the fan sound. The experience is very trippy but right now it is frustrating. After two or three tries, I lunge for the door knob and manage to get it open.

The house is dark and there is another door in a small room in front of me. I was expecting to be in my own house but this is very different. I pause for a second and then open the door with no trouble. I enter an unfamiliar kitchen with yet another door on the other side. It leads to something like a garage with a window. I notice right away that it is full daytime outside. I pause as I suddenly realize the feeling that I am only wearing underwear. I concentrate for a second, and I now feel fully clothed. I don't bother to visually check it. Feeling better, I look out and see a beautiful, vividly clear, summertime countryside. It's a grassy hill with a large Oak and a cloudless blue sky. I open the window and breath in the fresh country air then push out the screen. The window seems a little small but I tell myself it doesn't matter in a dream. I dive through.

I land on my hands and knees and vividly feel the thick lush grass under me. Some areas look brown but healthy and soft. Immediately, I remember my goal from the last dream and begin searching for a mushroom. Before long I find something with a white stalk and will it be a mushroom. I pluck it. The top is a soft mushy yellow elongated ball. I squeeze it and it feels way too soft. I focus and it looks a little more common. It's not exactly what I was going for, but in dreams every mushroom is magic. I put it in my mouth and chew. The physical sensation is very vivid and the tastes is like sweet butter.

Immediately, I feel like my eye roll back and the dream darkens. I focus to see something and the area in am in turns into something like a colored pencil drawing, then back to darkness. I focus again and I am on my back looking up at the sky. I watch as it turn from a normal light sky color to an unnatural dark blue. Then, the dream fades to black.


I wake up and reach for my DJ and begin to journal but something is wrong. I am completely blind. I suspect that I am still dreaming and put my device next to me. It feel's cold on my skin and I think maybe for a second I am really awake. I do a nose plug and partially blow through. I have failed this RC before so this time I blow with out plugging. Then try it again plugged. It's the same every time. While I am doing this my hear and feel my wife get up to go to the bathroom. I call to her for help but she does not answer. I am paralyzed and blind and hope that she can help my out of it. I yell at her again as I hear her enter the bathroom. There's no answer. Hoping really am dreaming and not just stuck in some strange half dreaming stage, I take my Galaxy Player and throw it in her general direction. I hear it hit the door then crash on the floor. Oops.

I suddenly feel her touch my arm and ask in a strangers high pitched voice, "What's the matter sweetheart." She sounds like she is consoling a child when she ought to be angry. This is not my wife at all.
I say to the woman, "I can't wake up."
She walks away from me and says, "That's because... [GIBBERISH]
"Whaaat?" I ask laughing.
More gibberish. I decide this is stupid and I force myself to move and get up.

I make my way to the backroom trying to think of my next goal. I come a cross my son ridding toy on get on it. I feel really goofy and start singing, "I never woke up. I never woke up. I never woke up cause I took a mushroom." Then I remember Balrog.

Feeling confident, I rush out the back door. The sky is partly cloudy and it seems like early dawn. To the west I see a large moon partially obscured by clouds. Then three other smaller moons scatter around it. The stars were bright and extra large. I decided this was a magical enough area to summon Balrog. I start to shout "YOU SHALL NOT PASS" but realize this is premature. Instead I leap up on the railing of the deck and shout, "BAAAALLLLRRRO..." My shout ends in a choking gasp. I suddenly realize I was trying to actually talk in my physical form. My throat feels tight and I wake up gasping.

Today i dreamt my brother parked the car near the street
with a large uphill. he needed to go there into a apartment.
it was night and he had to pass to the other side of the street, but there
were so many cars, he looked right then left, then he crossed the road.
but he didn't notice his dog. the dog crossed the street, to go to my brother.
i yelled "KODA! CAME HERE THATS DANGEROUS!" i kept calling it
but he was not listening, he came to my side of the street again, then when
he wanted to go to my brother again, a car came and hitted it, he was projected like
10 meters away. I was in shock, and i went to call my brother and tell him that
the dog was run over, we ran and brought him to the car. he was just damaged on his paw.
it was bloody, i don't know why but my brother brought us to intermarche, suppliment store.
i was crying and shocked, and was telling him "What are we doing here? lets bring koda to hospital!"


Dream elements:

-koda
-brother



Technique used: ----------


hours slept: 7 hours

This whole situation with D. is wrecking me up. Hardly sleep at all anymore.
Around 6 am tried a WBTB with following meditation. Couldn't relax then the guy next door gets a delivery (on Sunday morning!!). Had a short dream about my cat dying. He died ten years ago. But last night he died again in my dreams. Maybe I should take a break from everything. It's just too much right now