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I loved the incredible detail in this dream. It was almost magical.

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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I’m outside the local Schlotzsky’s restaurant on south Lamarnear the river. Coming out of the building my friends and I encounter thegreenery near the parking lot. We’re laughing and joking and it’s possible thatsome of us are on drugs, though I am uncertain if I took something or not.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]I’m approaching a twisted tree that has arranged itself inthe most wondrous and visually impossible way, as though the growth wasdirected by a blind spider. Twists and turns made by the branches seem to forma maze, nearly impossible to follow or find which way the wood is growing.Small branches sprout in every direction. The leaves of the tree sparkle, most likelyfrom droplets of water sprayed out by the landscaping sprinkler system. Thelight shining through the droplets looks like fairy magic, a tiny enchantedforest in the Schlotzsky’s parking lot. The sight triggers my lucidity as Iexamine the fine details.[/SIZE][/FONT]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]One of the guys in the group says, “Charmaigne calls thisthe intricate tree.” He looks up with a half-high look on his face and placeshis hand on his hip.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I reply, “Because it’s intricate.” This seems profound andyet horribly obvious at the same time. I can’t believe my DCs are this dumb.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I look down at a small plant and the complicated patternsare even more detailed here. Shapes and colors seem otherworldly and thesparkly water droplets are here also. I know this plant can’t exist in thisworld and as I stare I find myself starting to fall into another world.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]And I wake up.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]I’m taking a walking field-trip with my daughter’sclass. Our departure from the school isalong a road several miles south of the real-life school and it feels weird tobe taking this route for a walking field-trip. [/SIZE][/FONT]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]We head out and all is initially fine but 4 of the childrenin the class are a little developmentally deficient and these 4 kids run outinto the street. Cars pass by them on both sides as I’m screaming at them tocome back to the side of the road. I realize they probably can’t get backsafely and I know I’m going to have to go get them. I’m preparing myself to dothis when the one closest to me, from the middle of the street, stares up at meand then runs across the street narrowly avoiding being struck. I’m amazed sheand the others made it across the road as they appear to be about 4 years ofage despite being a part of my daughter’s class.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I finally get a break in the traffic and make my way across,chasing them along the road towards another class on a field trip. These kidsare older and have come by bus. I find myself envious of their field-trip.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]The children blend into the group and disappear from mysight. I don’t know where they are and I’m frantically trying to think of a wayto get them separated from the group. An idea suddenly springs to mind and Isay, “Who here is from [school], raise your hand?” I’m thinking the younger kids will respond andI will be able to pick them out of the group.[/SIZE][/FONT]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]My expectations are dashed when all the kids raise theirhands. I have encountered a class of older children from my daughter’s schooland I recognize none of them. Not being daunted by this I decide the kids musthave gotten onto the bus. As the class boards I go in behind them, asking theteacher if they mind if I do a search. The teacher is agreeable and allows meto walk the aisle of the bus looking for them. Sadly I can’t find them.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]Before I can turn around the bus driver closes the doors andstarts driving down the road. I think, “Oh. Okay. I guess I’ll get off when wepass my class walking down the road.” Again my expectations are shattered when he drives right past the classand I set my new goal for the next block. I tell the driver he passed my groupand at first he seems to ignore me. I repeat myself, speaking a little moreforcefully and he slams on the brakes. I grab on to a pole in an attempt tostabilize myself but I lose my grip. My body slides forward to the front of thebus where I grab on to another pole to keep myself from smashing into thedashboard. I lose my grip again and roll into the front console as the buscomes to a final stop. [/SIZE][/FONT]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Glaring at the driver I make my way off the bus and start runningback towards my group. As I approach I still can’t see the lost kids and otheradults are still looking for them. I tell them I will keep on looking for themcloser to where we started.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]Down the road I find myself on a dirt track, an unpaved roadthrough the forest heading out to Enchanted Rock, a state park 80 miles west ofAustin. The kids are now forgotten and Iam climbing up a wooded hill, more of asmall cliff than anything, on my way to the campsite. I’m with my dad and someof his friends, people I do not recognize. All are carrying packs of gear.[/SIZE][/FONT]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]At the crest of the cliff is a rocky ledge with some bulkytree-roots running along it. Each of us has to climb over this ridge and turnaround to help the next climber. I turn to help my dad over the root. As I do athought comes to mind.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“This is the spot where you made a strong promise to me.” AsI say this to him I look down at the watch on his wrist as though I expect himto pass it on to me someday. The moment seems significant but I can’t entirelyfigure out why. I help him up and we continue to the campsite.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The spot we camp at is beautiful, a cliff overlooking thelake hundreds of feet below with spotty signs of habitation visible only aslights in the darkness. It had not been dark previously but now the setting isat night. The stars are visible above and my surroundings are illuminated as ifby a bright full moon though I do not see one in the sky.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Everything seems peaceful until the silence is broken by asmall government helicopter which has come to spy on us. The helicopter isactually miniature, about the size of a bread-box though it has sophisticatedcontrols and surveillance cameras that can see in the dark. Everyone scramblesto avoid being hit by the rotors.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Why is the government concerned with us? I can’t imagine thereasoning considering the crowd I’m with, none of whom are former agents orcurrent spies. Thinking this I suddenly realize the helicopter is there for me.I know I must be the one under suspicion and the knowledge spurs me to action.I duck below the edge of the cliff, a small overhanging ledge providing me somecover from the cameras that can only see horizontally. I find myself looking upat the small helicopter as it rotates around to find me. I evade it easily.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I become lucid and realize this is a dream. The helicoptercan’t hurt me and I decide to just reach up and grab it. It feels solid in myhand, unlike some dream objects, and it vibrates like a gas-powered toy. As Idisable it the rotors stop and the machine becomes a mere hunk of plastic andmetal in my hand. I know the agency hunting me will come looking for theirsurveillance toy and attempt to figure out what happened to both it and me so Ilet everyone know we will have to leave.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]In the morning I am talking to my dad as everyone packs up.I’m playing with the helicopter, extending the telescoping antenna andcollapsing it. I look at it and say, “I wish I could make it work again.”[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]In response my dad tosses me a battery pack for it,something he had removed during the night. I had willed that to happen,something I knew as the battery landed in my hand. I love how things work indreams, I think. My dad continues to pack out gear as I wake up.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I bought a present for my former neighbors. It is odd thatthey still live in town but I found their new home and have decided to takethem a house-warming present. Ringing the doorbell I wait with my hands behindmy back, occasionally rocking on my toes as I eagerly await for my friends toanswer.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The door opens and I’m greeted by the April’s husband, afriend I know as the parent of a child in my daughter’s class. He is onlywearing his blue-jeans and his eye-glasses. Even his feet are bare and he lookshis usual bored self.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“Oh, I was expecting John. What are you doing here?” Headmits me into the house and says something but I don’t catch it as a younggirl runs up speaking to him as ‘daddy’ though I know very well she is thedaughter of another man I know. I am feeling really confused and slightlyunhappy that my friend didn’t answer his own door. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I set the present on the table and I tell April’s husbandthat I bought my friends a present. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“Oh cool, they’ll be very happy. Check it out, they just gota hot tub!” He directs my gaze to the back of the house and I see a huge hottub installed in the back of the house. It’s gorgeous, and my gift doesn’tcompare at all, particularly because I also bought them a hot tub.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I’m visibly disappointed though he takes no notice. I happento finally look around and I find myself in a huge living room, perhaps 1,500sq ft in size. It’s well-appointed and tastefully decorated. A large fireplaceadorns the far wall.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The guy turns back to me and asks , “Do you want to see?”[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Of course I want to see, I think, but I don’t respond. Ijust walk over to the back room. It’s sunken below the level of the living roomby nearly 8 feet but even more impressive is the wall of west-facing windowsnext to the hot-tub.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I walk down to the sunken room and then right on out theglass doors to the back yard. The view is expansive, and here is where I findmy friend John. He’s showing a doctor-friend of his the view. He waves at meand suggests I climb the small dirt hill to fully see why he bought this place.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]Slightly to my left is a small dirt hill of packed earth. As Iclimb the small rise my view expands from a nearby tree to the scenic vistathat borders the large property. I achieve full-lucidity as I crest the hilland am awed by the small mountain range in the distance. I’m awed by the detailmy mind is creating, scenes inspired by some of the best places I’ve been whenI was younger. The sun is not quite low in the sky and the colors are alreadypretty on this side of the mountains. I pan my gaze and the range continues tomy left, becoming tall hills that come within 2 miles of the house and end nearthe road to my far left periphery.[/SIZE][/FONT]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]In front of the hills and to the left is a well-maintained golfrange though the grass looks a little brown between me and the fairway. A manabout to putt waves at us as I zoom my gaze in his direction. My eyes act likea telescope and I can examine details both near and far. Somewhat behind thegolfer is a split in the range which allows people on the golf course to drivethrough from one side of the hills to the other. The light from the semi-lowsun is brighter here shining on both sides of the pass and casting a glare inmy direction. It’s truly a beautiful scene. I’m thinking about how I want tolive some place that looks like this, followed by thoughts of exploring themountains in my free time. I even think about how I can access the golf courseand the vista beyond from the road which leads to the far side of the hills. Istart wondering what is on the other side and decide I’ll wait for the surprisein a future dream. I know I’ll visit this place again.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]My lucidity fades out as I find myself in the aisle of aHome Depot store attempting to put the pieces of the hot tub I bought back intoa box so it can be returned. I paid $3500 for that tub and if I don’t get itall back together I won’t get my full refund. I could really use the $3500.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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I am riding a bus going somewhere. Reminds me of Makati. I was with other PATAS members. Dawn. I'm looking at a box.

Escaped dryspell again, and woke up 4-5 times in the process. Each time I recorded my dream in my ipod. I was excited because they were all vivid!

The first one my mom's ex opened my front door but there was a barrier so I walk to it and he says his name is Howard...which it isn't. I tell him he's not welcome anyway and when I go to shut the door, he stops it. With my phone, I show him I am dialing 9-1-1 and then I wake up. (I sorta remember not being able to see the digits on my phone)

Next I'm walking home with my girl and I stop at the library and talk to some friends about school, I leave and then ride my bike home as if it's a scooter.?. then I found an old-friend smiling at me on her old front lawn and I keep scooterin then down the block I find her scootering toward me... I let her pass, and she says "sorry Vin!" and her friend passes too. When I get home two black chicks I've never seen in my life, start demanding details about "Dale". I say i have no idea what they are talking about. Then they say she owes them money. So I say either you call the police or I will. They its 20k . Then, i get how serious it is and say "oh." I let them in and they go in screaming "dale , we knew we'd get in. Why did you use leather?" (no idea) and they're talking to their dog who is in Dale's apt. I enter my mine, and the t.v. is on the news channel reporting how Dale was stabbed 20x after a neighbor let the assaulter in. I was too busy callin M to figure the irony. She interrupted to ask if I was supposed to be at LAX and I said yea but...and woke up! fingers are killing me atm.

continuing...

I was talking to my ex and she was asking who she was supposed to talk to . Me: "Try your bf, friends, family, me " I resorted to freshman year lvl flirting... if I can call it that. she 'd . i helped my cousin find my house but we got lost because I took her route, her other grandma couldn't take her because it was sunday bingo night. At school, I was chillin when V rests head on me. I stroke her hair and then she gets up as a different person. i was disgusted.

At white hen i got to the back but the donut I like isn't in the donut dept. so i go to the freezer and get 3 of them. I eat 1 full 1 and begin the 2nd but its not as fresh. i Go 2 the counter debating whether I should pay for the one I already ate, when the manage comes out from the back. She was the decider, when I get to the front of the line, the clerk asks how many . I say 3. The woman yells "3 RIGHT?" I go Yea what I said! Can't I eat what I am paying for.

I follow a girl who is in a fight.
I feel like I label all of my DJ's as memorable , but this one was because of how many times I woke up in the night -_-

26.08.2012

First Stablising Attempt (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID


My third lucid since using DreamViews! Dream recall has be shit recently, due to getting a maximum of 6 hours of sleep each night from working 12 hour shifts at the Olympics. This dream occurred on one of my days off, however, during a comfortable 12 hours sleep.

As I'm walking a builder/gardener out of my family's new house, he hands me a massive joint, saying he doesn't want or need it. I gladly take it and walk back into my house. I walk past a room where my mum's sitting and worry that she may have seen it in my hand. Semi-panicking, I dash it under a cupboard in the next room.

She then calls me back and asks if I have any weed on me. I confidently say no, and challenge her to search me, but she uses an electronic radar device to search the immediate area. Thankfully nothing shows up, even after increasing the radius of the radar.

Once she moves to the garden, I act on my opportunity to move the weed upstairs to the attic room.

Here's where it gets interesting.

When coming back downstairs, I contemplate vaulting over the bannister. Suddenly I remember, vaulting over bannisters and falling the ground floor was a recurring dream during my childhood. Am I dreaming? The fact that I'm even considering falling that far suggests I must be. Only one way to find out.

I fall almost the whole way, but just before the ground I levitate.

I'm dreaming, I knew it! Now to have some fun.

I fly around the house for a bit, before making my way back upstairs to my room. For the first time I remember I have to stablise in order to keep this incredible dream going. I rub my hands together and a wave of euphoria hits me. Who knew stablising could feel this good?

I then rub my hands on my chest of drawers and I'm amazed at how accurately my mind has recreated its texture! The euphoria intensifies and I just stand there, rubbing my hands on the wooden cupboard.

I attempt to transport into my computer monitor, but this fails and I decide I'm not experienced enough to pull of such advanced maneuvers and the dream ends.

And so the dream starts; I’m stood in the middle of a busy clothing shop, with no idea how I got there. I looked around, trying to see if I was with someone, but I was alone (no friends of family accompanied me here). Suddenly something strange catches my eye; in the middle of a shop selling clothing, there’s a life-sized stone statue of a lion, just placed there. It was in a sitting pose, and pointing towards a door which was open. At this point I became lucid (the method used here was the “How did I get here” method which has served me well on many occasions), because in front of the door was a small, black and white house-cat, standing on two legs. I can only compare it to the cat people in Monster Hunter Freedom really. It didn’t speak; it just stood there, stared at me, then made a beckoning gesture and walked through the door.

So I followed the cat creature and entered what looked to be an elevator shaft with a convenient series of wooden planks forming a path down; the cat was still walking down and looked up to me only to gesture again. I’m the kind of person who observes everything, so I looked at the ceiling to see if there was anything strange and noticed that where I stood (at the doors opening), I was at the top level of the building and there was so way any mechanism for an elevator could function with the way it was set up as far as I could tell. I then follow the cat.

I make it to the bottom and find myself exiting into a bustling street intersection. Before I could take in the view I spot the cat again, and, you guessed it, the cat beckons once more. I follow, and loose the cat around the first corner it turns, and instead of looking for the cat again, a garage door catches my eye. I decide to hit a switch and the door opens. I look inside and I see a formation of messy desks covered in books. Across the room, obscured by the light behind it, was a silhouette of a strange being. “This’ a nice house you have here” I say to the being, as it begins to stand. Unfortunately I was unable to discover what the being was, since I woke up as soon as it stood up. I just know it was tall, and definitely not human, although it had a vaguely human shape.

This dream is somewhat old but I decided I shouldn't spam journal entries and should focus on entering only one for now; the most interesting one I have written. When I have more dreams, lucid or not, if they're interesting I’ll write them on here for you awesome people to read. Anyway, thanks for taking the time to read this guff, people.

I remember two dreams from last night. They both were pretty short and fragmented.

In the first one, i pulled up in my drive way at home. As i was getting out of my car, my parents were going in the house too. My parents told me not to go to this park that she knows i like to chill at. They said that some people had recently got arrested out there and they were caught with guns and drugs. It threw me off, but not enough to become lucid. Unfortunately -_-.

Then there was another one where i was driving down the busiest street in my home town. I stopped at McDonalds to eat and when i came in i saw my homies cousins eating there. I sat down and started to eat with them, and the dream started to fade..

8-12-12

Once again I am in my dream room. I hear the voice of the dream character I met two dreams ago. He was talking about helping me figure out dreams from waking life. I see my mother on her computer. I go up to her and she says "I have been looking for that video anelay yeninyellay" she snickers evilly. I try to see what is on her laptop but she puts it away from me. She then shows it to me, it is some creepy video but I am not phased by it. She then gets up. I am wondering what is going to happen next so I follow her, I follow her to the bathroom. I then start doing reality checks with the lights switches in the bathroom. Unfortunately all of the light switches worked perfectly. My 'mom' tells me to get out so I do. I am not satisfied yet with doing the reality checks. I notice a digital clock. I go up to it and examine it closely. The first time I look at it the time is 4:27, I look away and look back and the time is now 4:30, I look away and look back at it again and now it is 4:50. I then say "I must be dreaming" then I wake up.

8-12-12

I go back to sleep and I begin to dream, I end up in my dream room once again and I remember that I must find that youtube video my dream guide told me about. I get my laptop I go to youtube. As I begin to type the name "Anelay yeninyellah" before I finished the whole name just appears so I click on it. The video is just an adult outside in his backyard on a sunny day talking about something. (I don't know what the video was even about!). I accidentally click on another video and the name of the channel was called "Baldurs gate" which is an old RPG game that I played. The video however did not seem any different than the Anelay yeninyellah video I saw. The next dream continues from this one

8-12-12

This is a continuation from the last dream "Yet another DEILD"
I am not outside it is getting dark. I meet this guy that seems to be almost my age, Me and him start to talk. (I am not as lucid as before but still mindful). I don't remember the entire conversation but I do remember him saying I must find a youtube video called "Anelay Yeninyellah" I ask him "does this video exist in waking life?" he says "no you will only find this video in the dream" He also tells me he will be in more of my dreams from now on. I also asks him "Have you been in my dreams before" he tells me to look in my dream journal. I tell him "ok I'll look to see if you were in my dreams before"
I wake up. (My next dream continues from this one though)

8-12-12

I feel the vibrations but I also hear the sound of this loud train. I also see a quick vision of space. After this stops I roll out and enter the dream. My goal is to just practice stabilizing the dream but I quickly lose sight of this goal (damn it!). My house is dark. I go into the kitchen and this spooky music starts to play from my wi-fi modem that I keep on the kitchen table. I don't bother trying to turn on the lights because I never have luck getting them to work in dreams. I pick it up and try to break it but it doesn't work. I ignore it. To my right from the entrance from the kitchen is the hallway the leads to the bedroom of my grandma. I see a woman in the bed but I can't tell if it's my grandma or not, the meeting was brief and the dream ends and I wake up. However my next dream seems to continue from this one

8-7-12

Feel the vibes when they finished I roll out and now I am in dreamland. I get up and rub my hands. First thing I notice is my body is different, it is clear and see through but it is still me. This dream scape is slightly different than my waking life room. For example there is no mirror in the living room but in this world there is some extra furniture that has a mirror attached to it. I believe I see my mother but I ignore her. I remember my goal is to go through a mirror to see what would happen. I go up to the mirror I talked about earlier. I look at my face and it looks like me but it is clear and see through. I then slowly put my hand onto the mirror and as soon as I touched the mirror my lucidity goes away and I am transported to this big open forest area. In this place random animals would just appear and come at me and I die. Soon I come back. On the upper right portion of the 'screen' is a health bar. I am more mindful but not lucid anymore. I know that I cannot be harmed. As the lions come at me I keep them at bay with just my will power. I can somehow manipulate my health bar by smiling in a certain way. In an instant it becomes dark and this strange minotaur like creature shoots arrows at me but they do no harm to me. The dream collapses and I wake up.

7-5-12

I wake up I don't move I feel the vibrations, once they stopped I roll out of my bed and in the dream. I do the nose plug RC it does not confirm I am dreaming so I do the finger thru palm and that also doesn't confirm I am dreaming. Since I know I am dreaming already I just forget doing the reality checks. Everything looks very blurry but it becomes stable moments later. I see my mother on her couch however she has this green gassy aura around her. When I walked closer to her I think she might attack me so I leave her alone. I jump and I stay up in the air. Excited I immediately fly through my window. I end up outside floating high above a city. I hear some sort of news cast going on in the background. I fly down quickly then ascend back into the air. I rub my hands together for grounding and things become more clearer. A few seconds later I am back in waking life and my mother is watching the news.

I had a dream last night that involved collecting pieces of candy (Smarties - the American kind - to be specific) and making note of which ones we found on a chart. The candy was all hidden in my living room, and the chart was on the dining room table (we have a combined living room/dining room/kitchen area, all as one big room).

In the next dream, I was watching some weird TV show, in which a school nurse went crazy and killed one of the kids.

I woke up after that but soon went back to sleep and had a dream that I was checking Facebook and saw that one of my friends had spoiled the ending to The Legend of Zelda: Skyward Sword (ironically, he's never played Skyward Sword IWL). I can't remember what he'd said, but I kind of wish I could remember, so I could see how close it compares with the actual ending when I finish the game IWL.

The next dream... I don't even know where to start with this one. I remember it. I can't recall anything I can really put into words. I can hardly even recall any images. I can barely even remember anything that happened. Yet I know that I can just... remember it - this feeling of acknowledgement of having dreamt it, I suppose.

I guess I'll try to write what I can remember and put into words. It was kind of dark. It was also a video game - and a rather frustrating one at that. I remember the mini-map in the corner. There were four dots on that map - two red and two yellow. The red ones were me, and the yellow ones were the enemy. I can't remember who/what I was, though, just that I was represented on the mini-map as two red dots.