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I'm on the run from the police with my dad back home in my hometown. Somehow my dad can fly and I'm on his back. We try to be as silent as possible since there are so many police cars everywhere. We turn in at a country lane only to realize there is already police there, and this fat cop in a white van immediately spots us. For some reason my dad decides to land on a nearby field, and I'm suddenly on my own.
I see the fat cop come running across the field in his high boots all sweaty and breathless screaming "Stay right there!" All of a sudden I know I'm dreaming and I do a RC just to be certain. I try to think what I'm supposed to do when I'm lucid and dream stabilization pops up in my head. As I'm about to do some hand rubbing I look up and the cop is just in front of me. I begin to run, and we just keep running around in a circle on the field while I yell "Stop chasing me, I'm trying to stabilize my dream!" and he keeps saying "Stop in the *gisp* name of the law!" We keep doing this until the dream fades away.

WILD attempts

It is around 4am uk time, I need meet with Windhover. I go into mentally turning left and right until I go into a Wild, but as soon as I roll out of bed I wake, I try this many time and get to different stages of WILDing. I finally get a proper WILD, I walk down the stairs and out of my house, it is dark outside - something is not right - it's nearly ALWAYS light, and I've just walked out onto my street - usually I go to random places. I cannot focus, my vision is all blurry, I can feel my heart pounding in my chest - perhaps I am too excited? 'Clarity NOW' I shout 'CLARITY NOW' I demand again but it is too late everything is fading and I wake

I go back under into a false awakening, or maybe it's a WILD, I'm not sure - I'm excited at trying to dream share with Windy - but then a wall mounted tv switches on in my bedroom (which I do not have in RL) it is a woman reading a news report (I think she was asian looking with long black hair) she is reading a kind of news report, saying how dream sharing can be dangerous - once the link is made there may not be a way to come back - you could be stuck in the astral. WTF? I've never heard about this before, I've always read the opposite - but something about this news report scares me, like I'm on the edge of a dream share - this is real and is going to happen but something very dangerous is afoot. hmmm. I wake.

Na'vi shared?

I am a Na'vi, from the movie Avator - I am sitting inside a some kind of space craft high in the clouds. Another Na'vi is with me , we are going to jump out of the ship, base jump onto one of those flying creatures (I cannot remember the correct name) I am holding a large framed photo or painting in one of my hands. I cannot remember what it is, I just remember that it is a portrait of a guy, he's smiling so that we can see his white teeth - I think he is wearing a cowboy hat!
We are happy because we have found something, something to do with dream control I think - my power/or title is 'the spirit of the Lion'

This is a weird dream and seems somehow out of place - could this have been shared?

Toilet humor

I am sitting on a bench and on the end of the bench is a toilet. A woman uses the toilet next to me, and because of this I got toilet in a hole in the bench, this seems normal somehow - and then I get up, reach past the woman to retrieve some toilet paper. The woman then starts to brush her legs and thighs with what looks like a make-up brush - but she is brushing on some kind of transparent jelly substance on lots of small open scars/wounds. A teacher then comes into the room and explains to us what exactly she is doing, it turns out that she has somekind of rare illness/desease where she has to put this special substance onto the wounds to help them heal.

Ben Folds

I am watching tv with my wife when Ben Folds comes on the tv, he starts singing some thing and it sounds really good live, my wife turns the tv up.

Distracting Baby

I am waiting in a queue with my wife an my daughter who is sitting in her pushchair. A woman is standing next to us and accidentally drops a coin while she is fumbling around in her purse, the coin drops onto my daughter's hand and leaves a mark! She appologises and give my daughter some more coins to play with, one of the coins is a twenty pence piece but 3 times the size of a regular coin. She then gives my daughter her house keys to play with!

Note - this woman seemed similar to the woman I saw in my previous dream warning about dream sharing - could this be the same woman? Could it also be the same woman I saw in the dream I tried to share with Windhover where I saw three woman?

First

I'm with my wife, and we are breaking into a building complex. The door is actually not locked, but we are not welcome. We find our way trough a complex of corridors and stairs, ending up to a laboratory room with three people in it. As we enter the alarm goes of. The doors of the laboratory start closing very slowly, and gas starts pouring in. One of the people in the room says something sarcastic to us. They don't seem to be scared of the gas at all.

My wife rummages trough some drawers and finds a paper. The other people don't do anything to stop us, just offer snide comments. We have more than enough time to leave the laboratory before the doors are finished closing. After getting out of the building we start running.

I think if I was dreaming we could just fly away. Or then again, probably I couldn't fly very well, but jump at least. Then it crosses my head, I am dreaming. I'm not exactly sure so I try jumping. I get a lot higher than I should. Then the scene faids, and is replaced by the blackness behind my eyelids.

There is a feeling of vibrations and some imagery, quite clear but not realistic. I think I should try just going with it, waiting for the vibrations to disappear before trying anything. I don't do any formal technique. At some point I drift to sleep.

Second

I'm in my kitchen with my wife. She is throwing balls up to the ceiling. The ceiling is not solid, it makes a splat and the balls get stuck. I want to try to make the ceiling completely liquid, so that the balls would pass trough. But they just keep splatting, and getting stuck. I jump upward, putting my head trough the ceiling, which offers no resistance. I come down again and ask her to try one more time. The ball, again just splats to the ceiling, maybe a bit deeper this time.

So I went back to sleep after my lucid dream and had a pretty vivid albeit non-lucid dream. I went to a school that was kind of a competition where you'd get points based on what you eat, do, and for some reason, the weight of your car. When I signed up an old man from a movie (not sure if Christopher Walken or someone else) showed me around. I got out some food that we enjoyed, but he told me not to eat it near this little house thing because the teachers in there have good hearing and will get angry if we eat out of class, especially since it wasn't ultra-healthy food. Anyway, I went to the school and done a few tasks and stuff. I was trying to be goody two-shoes when a rather pretty girl came up to me. She had shortish dark red hair. She kind of looked... cool. And interesting. Anyway she offered me five bucks to find a bag of crisps and have the old man from before eat it in front of the thingy with the teachers in it to distract them while she does something. It was to help her friend with a boyfriend or something. Then she offered me ten bucks because I wasn't really persuaded.

But then I thought why the hell not. For once I'll be the badass that doesn't follow the rules. I thought I'd be like Mello from Death Note. Anyway, I accepted, and got the crisps in a well pulled off sneaky manner. Then I "saved" the dream like a game and gave the crisps to her, but some janitor stole the chips and was running for the teachers to tell them we had food in class. He was running as fast as anyone has ever run before. We kept fighting over the crisps. Then he couldn't help himself and started eating them...

Eventually we got caught, so I went back to where I "saved" the dream and tried something else. A few tries later we finally escaped the many people who seemed to want to randomly encounter us while we had the crisps then tell the teachers about it. We drove in a car around this cliff. A crazy and dangerous ride later we ended up in this huge crater like thing that was filled with water and a jet ski. It was so fun to ride in! Then there was a house with a frog inside. It was his home. People would go there to get a special lime drink from him. We both entered and got a drink and ice cream. I also saw some premade jelly mix and decided to start making some jelly so next time me and the girl come back we can have some jelly too. Kinda like a date.

The sad thing is, the dream turned out to be similar to a video game. Once we completed our task, we were destined to get kidnapped. I was going to break free but wouldn't see her until much longer when I collect all the stones and fight the last boss or whatever was going to happen. She was so fun to hang around with and all I wanted was for everything to be normal so we could hang around and get into more fun adventures together. Then the dream kinda ended. Maybe I'll see her again. I hope I can summon her in a lucid dream! We could be dream friends. Aweshum.

After poor rest for a couple days and a major headache I managed to do a WBTB and have some great lucidity.

Plus, I continue to dream of celebrities. At least this time they were naked.


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[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]I find myself in my old house, the one I grew up in for nearlyall of my adolescence. The living roomis arranged differently, and it’s messier than I would like. I’ve apparentlyjust woken up from a nap or something and I’ve been sleeping on the floor, thepillow and bedmat beneath me testimony to this fact. I am grumpy, and some ofmy disgruntled feelings are directed at my son.[/SIZE][/FONT]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]In front of my pillow is his backpack, and seeing as how heisn’t in the room I decide it’s time I check to see what he’s been taking toand from school. I pull the zipper down on the black bag and I am greeted withpapers, folders, and some trash that is not out of place at all among hisstuff. I’m not interested in any of this, and I dig deeper, reaching for whatlies at the bottom of the bag. Here I find some plastic toys, and I pull outpiece after piece of what appears to be a babies toy desighned for teething. Ican’t even fathom why he would be taking so many baby toys to school, brightlycolored and clearly intended for someone much younger than him. All I can do isshake my head in disbelief.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Beyond these pieces of toy I also find a blue plasticdrinking cup, and this literally makes me roll my eyes. I keep finding thesecups everywhere, and I just want it gone. With a flick of my right hand I shootthe cup into the air, intending for it to land a few feet from me, but the fanabove and the air conditioner carry it further towards the middle of the roomwhere it hits Jen on her side as she sleeps in the recliner. She stirs andturns her face towards me, sleepily asking, “What?!” [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you up, or even for thecup to hit you. It was the fan.” [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Indeed the fan above is spinning quite fast, though as I saythis I doubt myself, thinking maybe I did mean for it to hit her. I can seethat there’s no way, physically, that the wind from the combined fans couldever send the cup to hit her, especially from the angle with which itdescended. The only thing I can presume is that I did it on purpose.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“Next time don’t throw it so hard!” She rolls over to goback to sleep, still covered by the red and green horse blanket.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]I look at my hand to wonder how I could have made the cupfly so far, and this induces lucidity. I quickly count my fingers, noting thateverything appears normal. I know I don’tbecome aware of my hands often so I’m pleased to recognize the sign for what itwas. My right hand touches my left and I’m surprised to find my hand is solid,warm, and unyielding. What I see as I turn my hand around almost makes me startleout of the dream.[/SIZE][/FONT]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]On the palm of my left hand I have a sore, almost like adark blister, directly below my little finger. I use my right hand to squeezeit and it bursts like a large pimple, pus and blood squirting into my righthand. I’m disgusted but I don’t feel sick despite what I have done, and myfirst thought is to grab a tissue to clean up the mess. I know I’m dreaming yetI look around to make sure no one has seen me, feeling slightly embarrassed tohave a burst hand-pimple. A vague thought about a magician crosses my mind butI can’t seem to find anything to connect it to.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I head to my bedroom, the one down the hall and on the left,just where it had been when I grew up. The bed and walls are primarily thesame, as are some of the belongings, but the shelves along the west wall arevery different. I had put shelves up once in real life but the shelves I’mseeing are sunk into my wall. Boxes line them from one end to the other, andspringy black coils stick out of a couple of them.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]It turns out that when I left my old job I took quite a fewof the binding supplies with me. Black binding coils of every size fill theshelves, though this causes me no great concern. What does surprise me is thatI have a box of the special order vinyl pockets we used for maps and largedrwaings, and it is full. These vinyl pockets were quite expensive, I remember,and I feel surprised I took them at all. Still, they are quite useful. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]As I flip through them, using my finger to page themone-by-one, someone behind me asks, “What will you do when you run out?”[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“Oh, I don’t know. I guess I could just ask Curt to get me afew. He still works there.”[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“How many would you get?”[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“Not more than five at most.” I say this knowing I wouldn’twant him to get in trouble and that five seemed a reasonable number to walkaway with.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I stand up from my kneeling position and let my gaze passover the shelves towards the door to my room, slightly closed. Something lookswrong with it and at first I’m unsure if it’s crooked. As I stare I realize itis indeed slanted, and I walk up to it with greater curiosity. When I approach theproblem becomes clear. Someone has attached the hinges of the door directly tothe wall using drywall mounts that are starting to pull out of the wall. Themounts don’t look like the usual hooks that spread out on the inside of a wall,appearing instead like translucent plugs that merely push into a hole.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I think to myself, “I can fix that. Not today, but somedaysoon.”[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I walk back into the living room and stand near the back ofthe recliner chair. I can see my bed-mat in the far corner, and my son is on mypillow with his head, his butt sticking up in the air.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“Son, get off my pillow!” I don’t shout but the tone in myvoice suggests he should comply quickly. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]To my right and in front of me is a large TV, almost like asmall movie screen, and it is showing an old black and white movie starringBruce Willis and Michael Caine. Both men are detectives trying to find amurderer, and both men are naked. They hold a conversation in a room with apotted plant and a small upholstered bench, their penises dangling from side toside as if in perpetual motion.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]My scene shifts and I am co-host on a talk show, though Ifeel slightly underdressed in my tank-top and shorts. Still, none of theaudience seems to mind so I just go with it. Behind me is a platform with lotsof colored lights and what appears to be a game-show set, though I can’t figureout what the game is. It seems unimportant as I realize I’m standing next tothe special guest, Bruce Willis.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I look up at him and I become lucid again. I know I’mdreaming because there’s no way this could ever happen, especially not with methis close to him dressed so casually. What especially catches my eye is howhandsome he is, and I know he doesn’t look this good in real life. The man nextto me is tall, has good hair, is smiling charismatically, and looks great in hisblue jeans and white button-down shirt.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I hug him with strength and passion, smelling him as I feelhis body heat transfer to me through our clothes. He feels good, real good, andI sink down to his knees, still hugging his leg. I look up at him as I turnaround, my left hand coming up and stroking him right beneath the crotch withthe gentlest touch against the bulge in his pants. At this moment I so wantsomething to happen between us. He doesn’t flinch, and I take this as a sign ofhis acceptance towards future actions.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Remembering my role as a host I make the connection that Ineed to please my audience, and this makes me think of my friend Chris. I knowhe would want to see Bruce Willis in person, though I suspect I could never getthe two to meet directly even after my crotch-stroking experience. I decide Ican do the next best thing and I conjure two audience passes out of thin air. Imake sure they both have the correct wording on them and then I send them offinto the ether. Glancing into the audience I see he has arrived and is sittinga few rows behind the platform where I am still clinging to Bruce’s leg. Ismile and wave at him.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]And then I wake up.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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A simple dream, though an interesting one.


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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Curt was driving his truck. I knew this because he passed meon the road headed to the farm bank.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“See?” I said to someone I was with. “There’s Curt with histruck. He’s always willing to help out when someone needs it. “[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Curt worked at the Subway located in the small buildingadjacent to where Terminix used to be back in the 80’s. He was walking out ofthe building with his wife, one arm wrapped around her shoulder. He lookedhappy to be off work.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“I need some sandwiches and a truck.” I was in a hurry toget my task done. I hoped the desperation in my voice would convince him of myserious need.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“Hey, M-A-B! Here you go. The truck’s in the back lot.” Hegestured over his shoulder in the direction of the back parking lot, slightlybeyond a chain-link fence, and then tossed me a set of keys. He continuedwalking with his wife, presumably towards her car and a night out on the town.He was smiling the whole time, and I was happy that he hadn’t changed in theyears since we stopped working together.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I was so happy not to be driving my own vehicle. I left theSubway and almost immediately I found myself on a country road, lined mostly byfarms and occasional homes obscured by clumps of oak trees. Around this timethe truck I was driving switched from being Curt’s to a rental vehicle, atleast in my mind.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I was driving along a road I identified as Steck, butinstead of the busy multi-lane road which exists in real life the road was asingle lane track constructed on a dirt berm designed to prevent flooding. Theroad was probably six or seven feet higher than the surrounding land which wasmostly dry scrub and fields that had been allowed to go fallow. Along each sideof the road was a steep pitch that dipped a few inches below the level of theadjacent fields, creating a small ditch just big enough to prevent mostvehicles from properly descending the hill. I was glad I was driving a rentedJeep Grand Cherokee because I didn’t want to hurt my vehicle going over thatditch. I knew I would drive my front fender directly into the ground had Idecided to drive off the road.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“Since I’m in this Jeep I’m going to give it a try.” I don’tknow who I was speaking to. There was someone else with me but they weren’timportant enough to have a face or a name. I turned the wheel and drove rightoff the road, bouncing down the hill and then leveling out, a feat I could nothave done with any other vehicle, including my own. I was glad I made it butnow I had to drive through the scrub field and on through a patch of woods. Iwasn’t sure I could make it the whole way.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]When I came to the woods I chose a path which looked thinwith vegetation, comparatively, and simply stepped on the accelerator, hopingmy momentum would carry me through any rough spots. I bounced through someweeds and splashed over a foot-deep pond of muck before going up a slight rise.Here I rumbled over the train tracks and on into Doc’s Back Yard, though itlooked more like Freddie’s Place, an indoor/outdoor restaurant and bar locatedin south Austin. The outdoor seating was surrounded by tall oaks reaching 50feet plus, creating a nice shaded area perfect for an afternoon beer.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Instead of enjoying the food or drinks I got out of thevehicle and walked straight through to the front parking lot. I needed to getto the post office across the street, though I could no longer find my package.I figured the logical place to find what I’d lost was the dumpster to my rightand I opened the metal lid on the big metal box. The trash was unusually cleanto come from a restaurant and I had no trouble searching through it, locatingseveral things I wanted but had accidentally thrown out. Unfortunately I couldnot find my package, and I gave up my search feeling sad. Still, I had threerecord albums to listen to and I wanted to go show them to my friend David. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I left the dumpster and headed towards the street, but thetraffic was too intense to cross. I knew I needed a car to get there so Iwalked to a nearby white Toyota and opened the door, figuring whoever itbelonged to wouldn’t mind because they parked it in a public place. I knew thishappens every day in the city.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I couldn’t find the keys to the car but I figured all thesenew modern cars had a button to start them so I began searching around thebuttons on the center console. I found the A/C, the radio, and the charger, butI never could find one for ignition. I began to get mad and decided I wouldsteal all the coins from the little compartment between the seats. Let’s seethem use a parking meter now, I thought.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I heard a loud sound on the window and turned to find a guywho looked like a dirty bum except he wore an apron. I wasn’t sure if he ownedthe car or just wanted to get in and go for a ride, but I didn’t want to findout either way. He was starting to drool on the window and that made me want toget out of there.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]And then I woke up.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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This dream had many of my common dream signs in it, and I finally used my lucidity for a really good cause.


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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I’m in my house, but it’s not the usual location or layout.I am in a house on a nearby street that leads up the hill to the top of theridge. The house is white, small, and has a wide front porch that is surroundedby an old metal railing.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]In the middle of the front porch is a toilet, the onlyfacility in the house. I walk up and use it just like I was sitting in myprivate bathroom, though I can see the street and people on it as they walk by.I even wave to one of my neighbors as she passes walking her dog. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]After using the toilet I walk out front of the house. Jen isgoing to use the toilet and she is upset that people can see her. I’m lookingat the house from the front and I actually can’t see her as the bamboo screenthat shields the house from the sun is rolled down, blocking my view. However,as I walk to the east side of the porch I finally see the trouble; the screendoesn’t cover the side of the porch, and anyone walking by could easily see thetoilet and anyone using it as they approach from that side of the house.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]Waving my hands at Jen and telling her not to use the toiletuntil I find something to block the view, I run back up onto the porch. The first thing I find is a 6-foot long pieceof plywood. It’s wide enough that I can place it over the gap on the side ofthe porch and block the view. I even place my hands on my hips in asatisfactory manner, feeling like I solved the problem. Even then I knew itcould only be a temporary solution.[/SIZE][/FONT]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Shortly following my success I notice the air outside hasbecome chilly, and something in me tells me that it is winter. Jen wants me tohang some wreathes for the season, and I grab the biggest one to take outside.It is solidly made, probably a good four feet across, and considerably heavy.It hangs from some kind of hook though I can’t see it. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]Jen wants me to hang it on the metal railing of the porch,just above the boxwoods, and I lean in to mount it. I notice that all thesurfaces are covered by ice, as though a recent ice storm coated everything ina layer of frozen precipitation. I reachup to brush off the ice with my glove and have to stop abruptly when I realizeI have knocked a Monarch butterfly out of the ice. It’s slightly frozen, butstill alive, and has landed on top of the bushes.[/SIZE][/FONT]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I reach to pick it up and as I hold it in my hand I becomelucid. The butterfly becomes even more intricate with detail and color thanbefore, and I stare dumbfounded at the super life-like visual. The poor creatureis struggling to get onto its legs and out of the frost, occasionally moving awing as it tries to recover.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I feel so sympathetic to this poor creature that I nearlykilled, and my first instinct is to hold it close to my body and breathe warmair over it. I know the heat of my breath can keep it from dying, and as I holdit close I start pouring my heart into it. I can feel waves of emotion leapingout of my chest, like a physical pressure, and as it fills the butterfly it beginsto flutter and shake with energy as though electrified.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I open my hands but it does not fly away. Instead it justsits there and gently flaps its wings every few seconds, as though trying outits body to make sure everything works. Some thought inside my mind fills mewith an overwhelming urge to take the butterfly swimming, despite the coldweather outside, and I walk with it in hand to the back yard. I walk right upto the edge of the in-ground pool and step in, water pouring over me and thebutterfly.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The splash is quite a shock, and as I surface I find thecreature is still in my hand. It seems just as fine as me, and I realize I wastesting our ability to breathe in the water. Like me, the butterfly is notaffected by water and can breathe just fine above or below the surface. This isthe first time I’ve ever encountered another dream entity that could share myabilities. I want to talk to it but I merely give it a smile and watch it flyoff.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I make myself dry and walk back into the house by way of arear bedroom with a sliding glass door. I know it belongs to my son, and forsome reason his floor is covered with dead and dry leaves. I’m a little upsetby this, how he always has a messy room, and my best guess is that he left theoutside door open for several days. I head to the front of the house, shufflingthrough leaves as I go, and I’m amazed that anyone in the house would choose tolive like this.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Out through the living room and past the porch potty I makemy way to the front steps. I encounter an annoying neighbor, or friend of a neighbor,and he seems to want to taunt me. He is a thin man with curly red hair perchedon top of his head. His chin is pointy and he wears a thick grey turtlenecksweater that doesn’t disguise his overly thin neck. I hate him immediately.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]He begins telling me about a party going on down the streetthat I haven’t been invited to, and something about him being better because heknows the people. I reply that I do indeed know those people, they are myneighbor, and their daughter, Ctharlina (yes, I spelled that right, as it was in the dream), is in my daughter’s class at school. Hesays there’s no way my daughter can know theirs, she isn’t nearly old enough,and I have to point out to him that they’ve been going to school together nowfor three years. He scoffs and turns away as if scolded in public. I assume he’sjust some snooty guy from somewhere east, and I don’t give a shit about hisopinion.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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dream #1
i wake up to haley (the girl i like) and shelae (a really good friend of mine) walking in my room they start to talk i cant hear anything there saying its like the audio cable was unpluged then everything starts to melt away and i wake up...

Anyway - after phoning my gf (goldfish / girlfish) at 2am, a passing thought thought - "Hah, perfect opportunity to lucid dream", so rather than get up and work - I let myself go to sleep. I had a wonderful dream that ended off with hiking up a mountain. I was chasing a horse up the mountain, then on a really steep part, I called to the horse, and it came and nuzzled up aainst me. It felt very warm and comfortin. It was an old and decrepit horse,and I felt slightly sorry for it.

Then woke up and realized that I wanted to go back to the horse dream, which made me consider the concept of dreaming. I then thought about whether what I was currently experiencing was real or dreaming, and I held up a CD with my hands and looked deep within it, and realized that if I looked through my eyes that I could see my hands sometimes and sometimes not, and that was my clue that I was dreaming. So I then said –how do they say one can astral project – and I attempted to extract myself from my body. It was kinda slushy and I was pulled back to my body – so I then raised my astral legs and leapt from my body – and it peeled away with a treacle-slow sensory pop. I was then next too my bed, and remembered how as a kid I used to see myself from a distance. So I gently shifted to the top corner of the room, and viewed myself and the room. There was no cord from me to my body. I noted how bright everythin was after usin lucidity up. In examining myself I saw myself lying on the bed with my hands curled, just poking from the blankets– and made a mental note of their position. I then went on a fact findin mission to discover how close this world was to the real world.

I went to a window into the room next door, and pushed my way through the window. There was a kindof sticky resistance to doin so. The next room was full of herbs of various sorts, and I was makin mental notes of the species so I could come and check on them once awake. They were very real to me, and I was surrounded by a series of lass rooms with herbs in each room. I then became aware of my gentle snoring. That was reassuring. The snoring of my physical self reminded me that I was alive and all riht. Also it reminded me of how few people my age die in their sleep, so I was quite safe. As I listened to myself snoring, I felt myself rushing back to my body. There was nothing I could do to prevent myself from wakin up.

Some notes: Although the room was similar – it was not the same. Althouh there I was lying there my hands curled up – they were not in exactly the same position. They were more apart when I woke up. The window I went through is not in the room, and neither are all the herb rooms. That means when astral-travellin – we are still travellin through dream space –not actual space. That I could hear myself snoring – and that my travels were silent – suggests that there is a hybrid space. When our conscious brain is awake – our hearin brain is awake too. They are linked, hence my hearin myself snore. I was able to shift consciousness between my hands (physical) and my hands (perceived), and similarly one can shift awareness between the two states in terms of hearing – probably, as I was not aware of sound. This actually says a lot about awareness: That maybe in waking life, there is something doin the perceiving. What is that something perceiving when we are awake, and what space is it perceiving when we are awake but focused thus not aware of the sounds of the outside world???

There is also some consideration about when we astral travel – that we are travelers through a dream space – a stream of consciousness projected by our unconscious. If I went through the same space aain, it would not be the same. Hence the lucidity up. Its just generating what it feels like, or perhaps what it wants us to see. People who have NDE experience leaving their body. I think it is likely just the same. They are projecting in a dream state what the room is around them, and are able to hear and have some perception of their body – but not true sight – enerated sight. Could it be that the subconscious dream mind requires less energy – so as we die and run out of energy, then our mind defaults to the dream mind. When people “experience heaven” they say they hear people calling them, and they feel themselves rushing back to their body. It was the shifting of awareness to the physical that brought me back to my body. It may be the same with NDE – a shifting back to awareness of the body. This throws doubt on the whole after-life experience that people have… still just a generation of the mind! Still a question of what is perceiving the dream / awake state though.
Enough ruminating – 4.40 and its time for work!
p.s. my g key was kinda stuck in case u didn't notice

This is just an introduction.

Standing in school grounds with young adult peers, (other students). Were practicing giving short talks for assessment.

The more experienced sort of cus-each-other-out, in a good humoured way. I say I warn you I will cus-you-out too. But only when I've made it clear that I love you. The three or four around me, the team I am part-of agree.

I walk out side of class-room. There is a big blue gym ball on the veranda. I sit on it and it rises. I feel gooood. It moves where I want it to go. It floats 2 or 3 meters, (6-12 foot) above the ground. As in, my feet won't accidently kick anyones head but not any higher.

I feel wonderfull.

I then float over a table with a tall mash-potato cake and kick the top. Then rise again feeling victorious and the teachers and students, walking by, are happy for me.

Then I land because It's a bit cold and I want to dress for the weather. I find 3 or 4 thin school jumpers and put them on. I get back on my big blue gym ball and float around the outer grounds.

Then I float into the main college buiding, land, take off the school uniform jumpers, (because it is warm indoors) then sit back on my big blue gym ball to float around indoors.

A young grey man reaches-up and pulls at the valve. It hisses and as the air comes out mt gym ball floats down. At first I laughed and the man is happy in a friendly-warm way. Then I realize that it's landing and I tell the guy off.

He shruggs and I know he is going to the principal to tell on me and get the school rules changed so it will be ilegal to float around the school grounds on a big blue gym ball.

Mmmmmmmm rrrrrrrrr thems the breakes.

I walk rolling my gym ball off school premises. Out on the road the dream goes visualy-wonky. I want to ignore the wonkyness to keep on having my nice, nice dream. I get on my big blue ball but it won't float and I see wide walk chalk and the box of sidewalk chalk starts pulsating, grabbing my attention. And while whatching the collection of white amd coloured sidewalk chalk, I am aware that I am awake.

That dream in very important.

It tells me I have successfully completed another year at that Dream School, (I was allowed to enjoy a Victory Lap on that thrilling big blue gymball). If I choose to come back for another semester I will need to choose another module and enroll.

Yipee!!!

Dreamed I was in webdesign only the classmates where from my Algebra class not webdesign. The teacher tasked us with creating a desktop wallpaper, which was strange since its Web Design not Graphic design. I was working alone in the back corner while everyone else was in the front two rows. The teacher later asked all of us to follow him out of the class room, when walking out it wasn't the correct hall way, as in real life it was on the other end of campus. He rambled on about something I cant exactly remember what it was, It might have been gibberish. Walking back in my monitor was completely screwed up and the computer was set to a different language, as I looked at the list of fonts for the various languages, clicking on "English" I announced to the class "Lol I just switch the language to English!" then I awoke.

I was at the beach with Big Macintosh from My Little Pony. We were going to go water skiing (jet skiing?). We found the other ponies jet skiing on a nearby part of the beach that was fenced in. They were just going back and forth, the lanes were separated like in olympic pools. We went back to our spot but the dream ended.

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I was in a really old arcade, all the games were beat up and most didn't work. The only thing in good condition was a stand near the corner of the room, a game where you had to throw a ball and knock prizes out of buckets lining the walls. I tossed a ball and won a stuffed animal. My brothers and my dad came over and we kept winning stuff. There was a huge dog stuffed animal that we tried to win, but it was the only thing that didn't come down. It was close, within my reach, so I just grabbed it off the shelf since you didn't have to pay to play the game anyway. I was walking away with it when one of the guys who worked there came up to me and said "I didn't see you win that." I tried to say I did, but he didn't buy it. I can't remember exactly what happened after that, but I think he took me into a room around back. Don't know what happened past that.

I must have had lots of REM because I've only been asleep for 5 hours and recall quite a bit. The non-lucid dream before involved a party. It also involved driving, speeding and swerving through a very odd, almost futuristic construction site to get to the other side several times. I was with my brother. I also saw my friend who didn't see me. We followed him for a while and he took a random dump while hanging off these two bars. Disgusting. Oh yeah, I also accidentally said something offensive around another friend (who doesn't exist in real life), and it took two or three tries but I rewound the dream and kept my mouth shut. I knew I was in a dream but failed to really realize WTF was going on and become lucid. I guess I was more worried about making everything better between us.

Anyway, skip a bit, and we were finally going home. Unfortunately home was about 6 hours away so we started driving. I fell asleep in the car (in my dream) and had another short dream. Then when I woke up I was like "Are we there yet?" but no, my brother decided to stop an hour into the trip and stay somewhere. Very annoying. I saw a shop with lots of Zelda stuff in it though and wanted to go the next day. Anyway, my brother took me to some resort with lots of girls and stuff. Then, as I was sitting there not doing much, I looked at my hand. Where's the R I usually write on there? (I didn't do it much yesterday). Then I thought "This feels like a dream. RC time!". After about 10 failed reality checks I wouldn't take no for an answer, so I kept on trying with nose plugging, finger through palm and finger checking...

Then I pictured the member flipsyde. Or more so a picture of some weed dude smoking. And thought about what he once said "I usually start killing people and if the cops show up its not a dream...". For just a moment I thought it was a pretty good idea. Anyway, after much trying my finger started going through my palm. Hooray!

But, instead of an awesome resort, my dream reverted to me being in my house. Oh well. I ran into my living room and started dancing with my cats. Not usually something I'd do but I don't know. Maybe when the time actually comes to be lucid I just get a little crazy? Anyway, I was dancing, rubbing my hands, crawling around on the floor (a technique I learned here). I was moaning in extacy at the realistic feelings of everything (purposely exaggerated for fun)... Then I tried to spin and appear somewhere else but it only slightly changed the objects in my house. Then my brother wanted to watch a movie. Everything seemed pretty real so I actually started questioning if I was in a dream or not now. But I soon got rid of that thought and found myself rolling on the floor moaning like an idiot again, but it was all good. Then I finally decided to take a stroll outside and test my reality by busting into a neighbor's house. I walked outside and saw that it was morning. It was supposed to be night. And the neighbor's husband had a big fire going outside for fun. I felt better outside. More free and whatnot. As I was walking I tried to make a scary demon appear for a moment, which is extremely stupid because I did NOT want one to appear, but that's how I am. I will tempt things like that for a moment. Anyway, nothing appeared. I kept walking and started feeling just a touch off. I saw some grass where the road was supposed to be and planned to touch it to regain my conscious but just as I tried to do that I found myself wide awake. It felt like I had plenty of stability in my dream. I wasn't phasing out much, I just... boom. Awoke.

I done a RC in case but nothing, so here I am now. It wasn't a very good dream, but it's definitely something. A start. My techniques are starting to work. Maybe next time I'll do something a little more interesting!

Italic Text = Personal Thoughts
Normal Text = Non-Lucid Segment
Purple Text = Lucid Segment

I had woken up multiple times today, each time failing to achieve any kind of dream recall. I decided to do my WBTB 30 minutes later than normal just to test it out as I hadn't been having any luck with my previous time. I figured I may as well attempt a WILD so I get relaxed and begin my attempts, only I drift into sleep by accident.

I find myself in some kind field, somewhat resembling the field I had been previously dream incubating, only with many more trees surrounding the area. There's a gathering of sorts between myself and friends I know from the internet, everybody's hugging and greeting each other. At one point, one of my friends who happens to upload vlogs to YouTube pulled out his video camera and began recording the event, a tall guy wearing all black and sporting an afro who I don't seem to recognise makes a remark about how crazy my friend must be for talking to a camera, and how he could never do such a thing.

As the gathering gets in full swing, I realise I am one of the shortest people here, being only 5'6" it isn't an uncommon thing for me. I begin to get anxious that everybody is taller than me, which is strange as I'm usually perfectly content with my height in real life. I'm fighting my way through the crowds of people who are all chatting. I end up bumping into this guy, dirty-blonde medium-length hair, sporting a scruffy beard of the same colour and bright green eyes. He also seems to be concerned that everybody else is much taller than he is, he's about my height, maybe a little shorter.

I seem to instantly bond with this guy, we have a pretty lengthy conversation which I've completely forgotten now. We decide to split away from the group, as we're walking away we're playfully fooling around. I should mention that I'm bisexual. I hear a voice from behind make a remark about "guys in love" but choose to ignore it. I rest my head on his shoulder and he turns his head and looks me at my directly with his green eyes and i'm taken aback by how perfect he looked in that moment.

We end up beside a stream, he sits down on the sloping grass just beside the river and I follow his lead. I get lost in conversation (which again I have forgotten) as well as sound of the running water from the nearby stream. Things blur, my vision fades and before I know it the dream had a complete scene change

I'm in the living room of my house with all the people from the gathering, including the nameless dirty-blonde haired guy. We again decide to split from the group and head into the kitchen where we're discussing what's happening. I recall a familiar voice say "Hello" as she walks in the door. A bright red haired lady with a long face and somewhat haunting. I place the voice with the woman from the field who made the remark about us being in love.

She suggests a game of Truth or Dare, although she calls the game something else at the time, but I forget precisely what she called it. We decide to take her up on her offer, and it's my turn first, I pick truth. She begins going into scientific detailing of the specific names of genitalia for transexual people, I blame the genitalia conversation from IRC the night before this lucid dream. When she's finished, she asks if either of us are transexuals, to which we truthfully respond "No".

For some reason, there is a strange shift in the entire dream here. I seem to have two consciousnesses. My dream self and my waking conscious self floating around in the head of my dream self. All three of us begin discussing the "game", something my dream self seemed to understand, but I had no idea what this "game" was all about.. We start detailing why each of us wants the prize money from the game and it turns out that the red-haired woman actually has a really good cause, she intended to use all of the prize money to repair the world after the chaos. Again something my dream self seemed to realise, but I was amiss as to what this chaos was.

Dirty-blonde-haired guy states that, if he wins, he will donate all of the money to red-haired girl to help with her cause. This leads to all of us eventually teaming up as a group in this "game". We start discussing strategy and state how the prize fund gets bigger with each person that gets kicked out of the game.

My mum, who for some strange reason was the organiser of these games, walked into the kitchen just as we were mentioning how the outside world seemed to have died down as of late and how we're currently safe in this house. I'm still unsure of exactly what these games were about or what they involved, and what had caused the outside "chaos", but dream self had no problems knowing what it was all about. My mum quickly corrects us, saying how we're fooling ourselves if we believe that.

She guides dirty-blonde-haired guy and red-haired woman to the window in the living room, while I hang around in the kitchen momentarily to clean up some mess. I soon follow after and both of them are breaking down on the sofa, crying. An overwhelming sense of worry takes over and I rush to the window and am in shock at what I see.

Cars are turned over in the streets, houses are on fire and there are burnt corpses laying on the ground. Any people that aren't burnt to a crisp are crawling along the floor, grasping on to the last ounces of life. I ask my mum if I can go upstairs to get a better look out the upstairs window, when all of a sudden it hits me.

I begin thinking, this can't be real, I know it's a dream. I lift my hands and my vision begins to blur but I try my hardest to focus and count my fingers, there are far more than there should be and I know for sure that it's a dream. I begin getting excited, I can't decide what to do first.

I notice the dream seems to be continuing regardless, my mum is already walking up the stairs and for now I decide that I want to continue on with the dream. I follow her up the stairs and into her bedroom, she stops momentarily to slip off her shoes, mentioning how she doesn't want to get the carpet dirty before walking up to the window.

I decide to break away from the dream here and get a good view, I walk straight up and through the wall, finding it much easier to will myself through the wall unlike my first lucid where I got stuck. I also went straight into flying after passing through, instead of falling down to the ground first.

I am again shocked at the detailing of the world around me. The trees are bright green and full of detail, the fires blaze and I can vividly hear the screams for help from the dying people. I fly down the street but seem to struggle to stay up in the air, I slowly descend and try to adjust my body into a position that can fly the best.

I'm low enough now that I am obscuring the cars on the road, there's a truck behind me honking its horn, obviously wanting me to get out of the way. I turn around and decide to use telekinetic powers to flip the truck over and it's completely destroyed on impact.

I continue flying down the road, and round onto the other street which joins onto mine. I again flip over another car and I seem to accidentally flip it right on top of this innocent car on the side of the road. I begin to feel guilty and go over to help this guy out of his car. He has about 5 young children and insists on fetching a doctor to help. I inform him that I could heal, knowing I'm dreaming and that I could just will their health into existence.

Regardless, he insists on getting a doctor. He steals a nearby car and I leap in just as he's driving off trying to get him to listen. The spinning of the car and being disorientated seems to kick me out of lucidity. I fall out the car, he drives off and I become completely non-lucid.

Everything is incredibly blurry from this point. I remember flashes of staying with the children, the guy coming back with a doctor and then being in a hospital as the guy is reunited with his wife and they're told that all of the children will be okay.

I fade back into waking life and the dream is over.