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Watching T.V. downstairs, look up stairs and see mom and move around wall.....brother comes down to tell me my brother and his GF met some girl who ended up being super rich and is inviting them to her house and he wanted to see if me and my bro nick can come and I'm like whatev. Later on Nick comes down again and says we can go now as Jordan and his GF's friend have left and we can go if we leave now and a helicopter will pick us up. I'm like WTF, a helicopter, I got to see this. So get into the helicopter with only my dad and it takes us to field with alot of light posts for some odd reason and a bigger helicopter lands and its the rich girls dad. He asks if I want to have something to eat at this small little building before leaving. I'm like whatev. As we enter the open small building there are a number of guys already there and the rich dad introduces them as the managers of various hedge funds he invests in. I think my brother told the rich girl I was looking for a job, but got confused with private equity and hedge funds and I was so shocked I couldn't talked shop and just sounded uneducated. We then have lunch in a super small crowded room with oval/square couch and just talking shop I guess. I then wake up and am kinda sweaty from being intimidated.

fragment: I don't know much about this, other than it involved Mario kart and was surprisingly creepy.


The dream, as many often do, started in my old high school. There was Darksiders 2 music playing in the background. Apparently, we were having some sort of reunion. During the course of the dream, I discovered that my best friend was being awfully distant and didn't seem to like me all that much. This discovery grew into a nagging doubt that gave me cause to reality check. Instead of attempting to punch the nearest DC, as per my usual dream sign (which would have gone dramatically wrong if I was actually in reality), I elected to check my watch, where I discovered that I was wearing two: my normal watch and some sort of red wristband with an LCD screen. This immediately made me lucid and, hoping to try out a new power, allowed me to attempt to phase through a wall (well, window. A window that looked uncannily like one from my grandma's house), which eventually resulted in success. I wasn't able to do much else though, as I immediately woke up.

Or did I? I "woke up" in my room and discovered that the reason why Darksiders was playing, was because I had apparently been listening to it the night before and must have left it on. With perhaps a sliver of lucidity left, I was able to remember that I had in fact been listening to final fantasy music. Not only that, but my dream laptop actually booted up dramatically faster than my waking one. I immediately became lucid and just when I was about to decide what to do, I was woken up, for real this time, by one of Zeus' temper tantrums outside. Bloody storms.

1. [non-lucid]
I'm watching someone compete in these kinda odd games, the first game I think involves finding the way out in a series of pipes (The pipes where red with some white areas), the third game is in like a 2 story kid's play area, no idea what it involves.
I was in the waiting area just opposite of the game and while they were choosing teams my name was on the list in which I specifically asked to sit this one out, so I told them and they took me off the list, I then seem to have noticed that the host's of this event are the staff of Dream Views.

2. [non-lucid] [music]
I'm in a stadium of some sort with my step dad I think and I noticed that I can play radio through the speakers with a remote I found so I turned it on and turned it up loud...later on there was a song I was hoping would come on and to my surprise MUSE - Uprising was being played {I actually remember wanting the song to play, then hearing it play} (Could I have been lucid or just coincidental). The stadium began filling up.

3. [non-lucid]
I saw Eric Northman from True Blood dress in women's clothes for some reason.

Notable Items & People:
Pipes, kids play area, stadium, remote, MUSE - Uprising, Eric Northman

I was with a group of people in a study room in the library at a college. I was feeling really tense and anxious since I had recently found out that I had the power to move things with my mind. I wanted to show my friends what I could do. I tried to explain, but no one was getting it. I finally had them all go to the other side of a table.

I put up several objects and told them that when I was done I wanted them to try to move the objects toward me with their minds. At the same time I would try to push the objects toward them with my mind.

But as I was setting up the objects I could tell that no one was really paying attention to anything I was doing. I was suddenly kind of angry. Without saying anything to them I just quickly concentrated on the objects sending them flying over the edge of the table. Instead of waiting for a reaction, I took off running out of the library and down one of the paths on campus.

The next thing that I remember I was sitting in a room with a guy that was a psychologist. He was actually Oneironaught (GH) from DV. I wanted to tell him that I was able to move things with my mind and wanted to know what that meant and what I should do about it. But as I looked at him he was busy writing something down in a notebook. I wanted his attention, but he wouldn't look at me.

I was suddenly angry again. I looked over and saw a box of multigrain Cheerios sitting by a chalkboard. I concentrated and suddenly the Cheerios flew out of the box. As they flew out of the box I arranged them on the chalkboard. I started off forming the word "HI". But since I didn't want GH to mistake who was responsible for the Cheerios I then added "From Christine". I watched GH for a reaction. As soon as the Cheerios started flying he stopped writing. He then slowly turned his head and looked at the chalkboard and then slowly back to me. I looked at him like "See...this is what I am talking about."

I don't remember what happened next, but I do remember thinking about this power and what this would mean for me. Most of me was really excited to be able to do this. I wanted to experiment. To learn the extent of my powers. I was a little worried that I might use my powers by mistake and accidentally hurt someone. I wanted to make sure I was totally under control.

This is all I remember of the dream. I do remember waking up directly from this dream and feeling a huge disappointment that I really didn't have the power to move things with my mind.

Something about vision(s).

I am walking right in the middle of a bunch of basketball courts right in the middle of peoples games, then I walk right through a base ball field and right through their game and disrupt their game, then I realize my mom is chasing me so I sprint and then hop a fence and run into a building, It's a theater playing a twilight movie, I watch it then leave the theater and my mom spots me and starts chasing me again so I run again, I go into the building next to the previous one, it looks like a theater again but smaller, I see people eagerly waiting for something to begin, I hear a bell and see people run to the bottom and grab copper metal squares with a square hole cut out, and they begin to play ping pong with it while the other people sigh because they didn't get to play ping pong that round.

Was on a computer. Had a weird dream involving an odd Batman Game, that morphed into a weird top-down MMO. I switched between that and talking on a chat every so often.

Dream 2:

I stabbed a bunch of really long toothpicks into myself because I didn't want my clothes touching me (think putting a bunch of toothpicks into a cake so the plastic-wrap doesn't touch the icing). Taking them out got messy. We then went to go get subway. I created my sandwich out of thin air. My brother told me that it made no sense, and my sandwich disappeared. Rather than realize I was dreaming, I just got mad at him for "making my imaginary food disappear".

Here I go. =/ Maybe I should have prefaced this with something: This is one of the most awful nightmares I have ever had. The first part seemed normal, and then my subconscious decided to twist it into something disgusting. I'm almost impressed. -.-

We are in a long wide dining hall, the walls and floor are worn wood. There are long tables with plank seating. I'm wearing a billowy

white blouse with khaki riding pants and knee high boots. I am a young women with chin-length dark brown hair. I sit down next to a young man who has short medium brown hair. His features are perfectly shaped, high wide cheek bones, a constantly smiling mouth. I am seventeen, he is eighteen. I am in love with him and sometimes I am certain he knows it, as my best friend he knows me well enough to understand. Sometimes I think that he loves me too but he has always been so careful. A friend of ours named Robert has recently returned home from a long trip comes to sit with us. I don't remember where he went but it had been years since we had last seen him. Adam, the friend I am in love with, gets up to follow Robert. Watching them leave makes me feel a little sad.

"Hey, Deidre, come and look at this." Adam calls. I go to him, smiling. This part is pretty strange. He shows me a man that isn't who he

claims. Adam narrates that it is a golem controlled by magic and enchanted to look like someone we know. Somehow we see straight through it and so we see black eyes set in a bald clay-gray head, slope shouldered, wearing a faded quilted black tunic. As soon as it walks up to us we greet it like it really is the ambassador. It responds with a proper greeting, but follows that with an unintelligible scramble of words.

"See?" Adam says, we all share a secret smile as the golem walks stiffly through the crowd. It was sort of like we were on

stage and that whole scene was an aside to the audience, we ignore It and follow Robert out of the hall like we encountered nothing out of the ordinary.

There is a garden courtyard between wings of the house. It is night and a single wrought iron lamp post stands in the middle over bench on a dais. I find Adam sitting on the bench. He is obviously upset but he won't tell me why. I remind him that we used to play here as children and he nods absently, pretending he is fine.

"Hey, Addy." I say in a consoling tone, "Whatever it is, you can tell me." I drop to my knees next to the bench and slide my arms around his waist, resting my cheek on his thigh.

Here I come back to myself a little and I am no longer Deidre. Holding him is peaceful and familiar. It reminds me of Liam and for a time I put aside the character of Deidre and close my eyes to savor the moment, smiling in contentment. He's wearing a faded black button up and black pants, I notice out of the corner of my eye. I can feel Adam becoming more upset and my understanding of his character overlaps with my interpretation of him as Liam. Adam cannot reciprocate Deidre's feelings for him because he is in love with Robert, and at the same time I can feel Liam as he is trapped in the form of Adam, wanting so badly to reach me but locked in the confines of the dream, so that it is not possible. I want to tell him that it is alright, that I know about Robert, I want to tell him that I know he is not Liam, but that doesn't matter because for now he feels like him.

Adam hesitantly strokes my hair and my dual-nature snaps apart so that I am once again Deidre. I know he is trying to force himself to

feel something for me other than friendship. I sit up and give him a brief hug, I realize then that he's fantastically drunk. I help him stand and we stumble to the far side of the courtyard, by the time we reach the heavy stone threshold he is crying freely. We fall down in a tangle of limbs and he sobs pathetically that I should not help him at all. He ignores my protests to the contrary, telling me that he is in love with someone else.

"Is that someone else Robert?" I ask. That stuns him into silence. It makes me sad that he'll never fall in love with me, but I know he can't help it.

....and then the dream takes an ugly turn.

The dining hall is inside and outside at once, so that the far end has no wall and lacks a ceiling. At the enclosed end in the corner is an

ivory colored couch. We have a female friend over, she's sitting on the back of the couch and I am kneeling on the cushions with the front of my body pressed to the back of the piece. I have something gross on my hands that I get all over the top of the couch, and when I get up I realize I have left a large water stain where my body had previously leaned. A courier arrives with news from our father. ((because, you know, we're siblings, and in case you weren't paying attention that means I'm in love with my brother, who is in love with our older brother...eeeeeee)) It is a letter for us and a small wooden crate filled with nesting fiber. There is a necklace in the envelope, it has two overlapping pendants, a crescent moon and a dagger. Robert hands the necklace to me and I put it on, when I lean over the back of the couch the dagger pricks my chest and I rub at the wound absently.

The courier is not a physical person anymore. Robert is standing nearby reading aloud a letter we have received. The letter explains

what happened to our father, how he went mad then raped and murdered a woman, he says something about the contents of the crate being cursed, and that it will spread to all our family. As he is saying this, I'm holding the necklace away from my skin, looking horrified. Adam though does not believe it. He is to enthralled by the crate to pay attention and neither of us are watching him. He thrusts his hand down into the crate and comes up with a handful of sand and a tiny stone artifact. The effect is immediate. The sclera of his eyes goes black, the irises turn orange/red, like flame. Black growths force their way out his skin along his cheekbones. He holds the artifact up over his head and a mad grin splits his face grotesquely.

"Adam?" I slide off the couch and begin to back away from him. He is too distracted by this new development that he doesn't notice me.

Yet. He stalks around the room, Robert seizes his arm to stop him and becomes cursed just as quickly. I know what they will do to me because of what is in the letter. Never mind that Adam is gay and a day before would not have touched me. It no longer matters because his mind is gone and his body under the control of the rage. I run for the door in the corner that leads out to the deck stairs. He gives my shoulders a shove and I stumble. I feel his fingers slip under a gap in the back of the waist of my pants, he tugs lightly. Almost tentatively. I scramble away but he is still hovering over me.

Spoiler for One of the rape parts, if you would rather skip it.:

Now I have a choice, I have a split second of lucidity and I think "It won't be rape anymore if I stop fighting. I know he isn't Adam anymore, but this is the closest I'll ever be to him, and so what if he beats me to death after? Then I won't care anymore."
I pretend that his hands on my waist don't make me feel sick, the greedy skittering of his fingers on my hips when I unbuckle my belt.
At first it isn't so bad. I don't feel anything one way or another, I just ignore his animal-like grunting and uncomfortable stab as he moves. After a few minutes he becomes wildly violent and I decide I made a mistake, that I really can't endure this, I fight my way to the wall. There is a button there on a touch screen that I can push to stop the simulation. So I do.

I get a do-over. I see Adam pull the figurine from the crate, and his transformation. I immediately dart for the door and make it halfway down the steps before he tackles me straight to the ground. I scream and struggle out from under him, fighting around to the front of the house.
Then there's something about the golem trying to attack us, and me and the others trying to throw flashlights at it, but the things are too heavy and not good for throwing at people. (O.o) The yard we are on is clearly the front yard from the house in MA. Except the grass has a blue tint and the sky looks more like a ceiling painted blue.

Spoiler for Second rape part.:

There's a break. I am out on the yard and the end of it morphs into a wall where there's almost an enclosed pool (I don't know, my dream layouts are weird). The curb is more like the edge to a public pool. We are waiting for help, someone has called the police and fire department. There are people sleeping everywhere, mostly men. They were all naked, and when the curse takes effect they are suddenly all uh...erect. They feel like time bombs to me. That if I wake them they will all be on me and then I will have no hope of surviving. I might get raped, but I am going to live damn it. A chubby young man begins to catch the curse and changes. At first he looks confused and distracted...then he notices me. I make a run for it and he chases me, I vault over the wall at the end of the yard and try to flee to the corner of the pool where the stairs are, but he leaps down with surprising agility and slams me into the wall. My head feels like it is going to split open and and I become disoriented. He flips me over, hands clumsily fumble with my nightgown. He's too heavy to knock off of me. My best bet is to wait until he's...distracted.

I try not to focus on what he's doing, and I try not to laugh at him, because even in the thrall of the curse he is inexperienced and can't

even effectively rape me. His movements are inconsistent, but the slack jawed expression he wears disturbs me. When he shifts his weight for a better angle, briefly freeing my arms, I reach up and slam my palms against his ears. He cries out and falls backward. I stand up and knee him in the face as hard as I can. I can hear people moving around on the other side of the wall, but they are talking so I am certain that they are not cursed men made monsters. I mount the wall and see female police officers everywhere. They are cataloging evidence. The worst part is there are children laying down at the edge of the pool. Some of the more unfortunate ones have lived through the experience. One blond-haired little girl with blood-shot eyes stares at me, too injured to move. The children laying on each side of her are either dead or asleep. Olivia Dunham talks about the signs of assault and rape, pointing to various pieces of evidence before pulling a sheet over piles of battered bodies.

There's a lapse, it is some time in the far future. Because I was one of the first cursed and I am a woman I have lived ages longer than I should have. I'm in a sanctum of sorts, there are priestesses who serve the Cold, they are called Whisper Mothers and Sisters. Their garb is almost like a nuns, except the wimple is shaped differently and their robes are in layers, slashed black over robes with white underneath.
They were responsible for subduing the entity before my father unwittingly unleashed it so many generations ago. It went curiously quiet after the event at the pool, laying in wait for the proper time. Now it has begun again. I hesitate then get the Whisper Mother's attention.

"Mother..."

She continues to pace.

"Mother?"

Distractedly she stops, clutching an elaborate cross that hangs around her neck. It is silver and has a ruby at its center. "Yes, sister?"

"What caused the Emergence?" I ask.
"I don't have time for questions, Lady." She responds.
"Is it true the madness began with a stone artifact?" I ask.

Then she truly looks at me. The servants of the Cold value truth and clarity above all things. They may seem harsh, but they are a product of the world in which they were raised. Her eyes sharpen and she purses her lips in worry.

"Yes. A stone artifact fed by the fire of shame."
"Please, I am only curious if there is a way to stop It from happening again?" I ask.

She paces the width of the sanctum. There is a heavy weathered wood railing and something like a decorative bulkhead bisecting the end of the room. "Truth may be enough to stop it, and the blood of the repentant. So, tell me." Her eyes flick to me, cold with recognition and accusation. "Are you repentant for laying with your brother Adam?"

"I never lay with Adam." I say, dropping my eyes. I suppose that allowing him to rape me counts.
She narrows her eyes at me. "You are a liar, Deidre."
"Yes." I agree, feeling the weight of my shame. "Yes."
"Still, there is something we can accomplish, the others are on their way here."

My view pulls out a little, viewing the scene from overhead. From here I can see the walkway outside, and the great circular stained glass gate where a Whisper Sister waits and an assassin in black and red leather armor is stealthed by the entry way. No one will get by, the Servants of the Cold must be protected.

I see a distortion in the air, a heat wave. A spark and a cruel laughing mouth inside a cooling lava face, horns curling back over its

head. Its flame tongue licks the air. Silent in its passing it steals in through the door, scorches on the wood mark its path across the floor, it slips in like a ghost and alights a touch upon her brow, and when the creature passes she has turned to ashes on the ground. Screams from inside filter out to where I stand, all within have died before they could lift a hand. I can hear the Whisper Mother inside, screaming wild negations and questions, "Why this, why now after all this time?", It has saved her for last.
The sister outside shrieks in a desperate forlorn way when she realizes that all the women inside are dead, the assassin at the door wrestles her away and they flee together.

And so I get a sense of the Flame. A vast, calculating mind that cares for nothing at all, its singular dream is to burn the world to

cinders and scatter the ashes in the wind. It wants only to consume, take, until everything is gone. And it will. It will.

False Awakening: I rise to another layer of sleep and think that I am awake. After all, my boyfriend is playing Skyrim on his computer just like when I fell asleep. He notices I am awake and comes to kneel on the bed. He kisses me but the idea of doing anything like that after a dream about rape is not at all appealing. I tell him to stop and I mention the rape dream, but he keeps touching me anyway not realizing that it is uncomfortable and unpleasant.

Then I really wake up. Thank God.

> I saw lots of seeds sprouting quite tall (IMHO) including an Avocado seed. This dream was nice as I've been working on growing some apple trees, From seed and have had some nice results so far over the last few months.

> I talked with an elderly woman who lives in a nearby house in waking life and I was standing in her house, Right inside the front door. I've never spoken to her that I remember in waking life before, This is not the first time something like this has happened; Another time, I dreamed I was speaking with another woman who lives in my same town and I was in her house too, I think sitting at a table.

> A man had a long number on the back of his hand, Near his knuckles

EDIT/UPDATE NOTE - One or more men were in the house too.

This started as a DILD. I was leaving my grandma's house and did my finger tap RC. I could not actually feel a hard surface when I tapped the door frame and became lucid. I tried to shift into the astral city from my own LD and it worked well and right away! YAY! Now, can I avoid getting in trouble and can I communicate?
I was on a road somewhere on the outskirts. the terrain was dry and untended, much like hills in my home state. Of course I fill in the visuals with what is familiar to me. After walking a ways two dog like creatures run up the road and bark at me. I can see two humanoid figures on the side off the road looking at me with cautious or suspicion. I put my hand out and the dog things stop and just stand their ground. OK, I get it private property. I do not want to cause trouble so I turn off the road away from where the people are.
Crap. I have walked right into what looks like someone's very nice house. I have accidently done this many times, as I clearly do not understand the boundaries or have the ability to see everything before I get to it. Now I am in someone's house and that is a great way to get in trouble. I see what looks like a front door, but decide I need to go back out the way I came in, and fast. I walk in that direction, but now seem stuck in the house. A older lady starts talking to me and I can understand her just fine. She encourages me to stop panicking and have a seat. She indicates a specific seat. I am suspicious. She seems insistent on me sitting in that exact spot. I mention that most people here try to chase me off, and also that I have been sedated by sitting in chairs before here, like some form of trap. I get down and inspect the seat. She says "Sure, I hid a needle in the seat to sedate you" I think it was sarcasm...
I found a door that had a window and it lead out side. I asked her if she was delaying me because she had called others to come help her with this freak in her house. She said 'yes'. I wish I could handle myself better when here, but I am desperately afraid of falling under the power of strange astral beings. I opened the door and tried to leave. Walls formed around me, but I sensed it was just illusion. I broke through the wall and was outside.
I was in an area that looked like a space between farm buildings. I tried to fly, but as always the gravity here is too strong. I gave up after a few attempts. I realized small electronic looking things were stuck onto me. I remembered the last time I was here someone had place one on me. At that time I thought they may be ID or have something to do communication. I saw the lady had followed me. I was now truly getting paranoid. Why do I need to become panicky and irrational when ever I am alone on the astral??? I tore one of the things off and throw it onto a roof.
She asked me what I was doing that for. I told her I was pretty sure the local security was able to track me with them (I was angry at that.) She calmly asked me "what is wrong with that?" I stopped a realized that was a good point. I am lucky the deity who made this city allows me to come at all, and my track record for not freaking out is very poor. Perhaps ripping off the ID/ tracker/ com device (What ever thingy) will just make me look more like a criminal or freak.
I asked her about them and she showed me that they could float and open and worked somewhat like an antenna. At this point two authority type were walking up and I became irrationally frightened about being over powered, so I shifted back out of the astral.
Yes, I acted a bit stupid, and trespassed on accident,,, but I reached the city on my own, did not act violent or dangerous, and easily communicated with the lady. I also got some small insight into the thing the man clipped onto me last time. Not bad at all!

This small stupid DILD took me way to long to get lucid. I was dreaming about work, which I normally can prevent. I had to go through a scene where the fire suppression system was on and ruining my stock, and then line much longer than every is normal, realizing I had not shaved, trying to shave and finding the razor dull but having removed half my facial hair. When I saw large water pipes that should not be there, I finally became lucid. My recall is poor on what I did after that. Mostly I just told myself I am not allowed to dream about work.

Dream 1(fragments):

I was playing video game, some variation of quake 4 or mod of it, i was exploring some dark complex building teaming up with other marines at some points and fighting with stroggs, at some point there was room with medic and tech and weapon upgrade, at that point AI became somewhat glitchy, also there was some BFG-style weapon.

Dream 2(fragments):

I was going through some level in another video game and then midway it turned into team fortress 2-like game, there was an ally AI controlled heavy that i had to defend through level which had really weak version of minigun, but on the other end i had a sniper rifle with high explosive ammo so all went fine. For enemies there were numerous scouts that were making bizarre faces(Almost GMod-level bizarre) and some snipers.

Dream 3(fragments):

I was helping some developer with video game, it was some kind of 3D shooter. We were going through level that looked like forest and were discussing ideas. Then we removed areas and objects, and added some different ones.

Dream 4(fragments):

I was in some video game with player class system, there was something going on on rooftops and some mod that added 'fireworks weapon', then i was talking with characters and there was something about dark place which everyone except me was scared about. I couldn't understand why they were scared so i went to that place. There were some abandoned corridors with set of invisible portals and potential of getting lost forever, i was almost stuck going back and forth through same two portals in one place by just moving forwards at one point. But in the end i navigated through somehow, found some entity, which looked like weird black and white colored semi-humanoid thing, and fought it. The fight was rather weird since i basically had to avoid the thing and it's world bending portal shenanigans for a while, then i ended winning and completing the level.

A truck pulled up outside of my house with two men in it. They both looked rough and redneck'ish. They said they were sent to cut my grass and I said "By who?"

"you're mother" they answered (sounds like something she would do)
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I went inside to call her and suddenly they were on my porch. I open the door and one of the guys reaches in and grabs an xbox 360 that a friend had just dropped off and tries to walk out with it. I follow him and say "hey! what are you doing! I can call the police, ya know?"

he acts like he's having a migraine and starts freaking out. Says he's going to smash my head in with a brick and suddenly he's got a pitch fork. i think he was a marine that is having PSTD or something. I managed to push the pitch fork aside and kick him hard enough to put him down. Then his friend pulled out a gun and I woke up.
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i'm at my old car lot packing up stuff. there's still pictures and stuff. We're taking them down. Suddenly I feel the presence of a ghost and it starts throwing those pictures off the wall at my brother. I said a prayer to get rid of it and woke up.

3
a family was at some type of weird candy carnival, (at some points they looked like normal people and other points they looked like the Simpsons) basically walking through this apartment building tasting different type of candies when they came upon this backroom with a window. Someone stopped them from eating the last of the candy suggesting it was poisoned somehow. They jump out the window and the whole place explodes, apparently someone wanted to kill as many people as they could inside.

4.
Was planning some vacation and packing my bags. Mom was bragging about how she and Nana had just taken my neice of a vacation by themselves and we should go too this time to see what it's like. Somehow I'll very upset by all this --I think it's because I got left out of the 1st trip... I've got this weird thing about being left out of stuff. Really boils my blood.

5.
Something about a little brother who couldn't have been older than 12 calling his 16 year old adopted sister "babe" and she started picking on him for it.

NOTES:
-My recall has become a heck of a lot better just in the last week. If you saw my dream journal just a few days before I found this website, it's basically just one or two dreams a night at the most, now I'm suddenly recalling 4 and 5 dreams a night.
-But my ability to WILD or even attempt to WILD has seemed to regress. Especially my morning attempts. I feel like I'm just laying there thinking. That's probably the problem (that i'm thinking when i shouldn't be) but I don't know how to keep my mind focused and still fall asleep, if I don't focus my mind i'll just fall asleep normally, but if I focus it too much, i won't fall asleep at all....

had a dream i was in a hotel high up above with some friends and we were blunt smoking with a bong in rotation. then i look out the window and towards the ground and i see a zoom in shot of all these cops shooting at cars. it seemed like it was real life and i was freaking out. out from the cars comes these giant men in yellow exterminator outfits with semi automatics shooting the cops down. they kill all the patrolman and then start making there way towards the hotel at which i point i start freaking out and get outta there.

later in the dream i went on a like smooth roaller coaster ride where you were in a single cart crusing through this mountain of candy... above the coaster were all thes hookah houses that you could grab and smoke while your riding, and the house would like travel with you until you let go. there wre all sorts of different flavors and they smoke tasted like candy

So basically this is a pretty strange dream I had last night. I am new here but like the idea of sharing dreams because I think dreams are easily the most profound experience someone can have. The dream started off in a wooded area and I was with my family. I had ingested a psychedelic drug but was ironically normal, even though I was in a dream. Things looked different, I could see faces within textures and stuff, but it was more dreamy than anything else. I do not use drugs anymore but could recall what it was like in this dream. Anyways, that isn't a important part to this story... I was with my family and I was sitting by my mom while she had her arms around me, I felt very safe in this moment. After that scene I was walking around more and out of nowhere a relative of mine who has had bad drug problems ran past me saying something like "try to catch me" or something to that effect. I started chasing after and then they went around the corner, when I got around the corner, she was in the backseat of a Cadillac and the front seat was full, no one in the backseat. Then the backseat area fills up with flames and this relative of mine gets incinerated. All I know is I just witnessed something terrible and needed to get out of there before I got killed myself, so I run off and I am pretty sure they are chasing me. Anyways some random woman I meet while I am running away decides to go with me (doesn't make sense, but it's a dream). We are running and then a guy with a gun is about to catch up so we hope a fence and there is a huge cliff with water on the other side, but me and this lady both decide to jump anyways. When we hit the water we must have jumped across a border because we are in another country. We swim to the shore and the guy sitting there with a rifle decides to let us in after hearing our story. It sort of blanks out and then further in this lady is now pregnant with what I guess is my kid. We now live in this country. We are going to some sort of play that is very very bizarre and the man that was trying to kill us shows up to the play. The play was about peace and I am hoping that the man realizes that we aren't bad people. He doesn't kill us because the play has a lot of people there. Afterwards he is sitting at a table and I ask him why he wants to kill us or something like that and he starts to answer but I wake up before he says anything I could recall.