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Wow, prepare yourselves.

First, I had a dream in which I posted my DEILD progress to Yuppie's DEILD Guide thread. Weird , but that's all for THAT dream.

Now....

I was in a forest, with particularly green grass for such dead trees. I was talking to a man with black shaggy hair who was very thin about his pet wolf. I was staring up into the 'trees' but all I could see was a light moss green taking up all my vision. "Look for the shadows" they said to me, there was another person there, a younger girl. I can't remember details of her though. After a while I saw this humongous black shadow in the light moss green 'something' I was seeing. It made me REALLY scared. I fell to the ground and then the shadow's owner leaped out of the moss green to the ground in front of me. It was a very small wolf with black fur, possibly a baby. Something like this. He had a voice like Hagrid from Harry Potter of course. But he was long and thin unlike Hagrid.




The smaller one.

So anyway, I wonder if Yuppie's avatar was an influence in this.

Next, LOTS of people were marching from the forest to the school hogwarts style. This was my high school. Everyone there was from school as well. I walked into my usual business studies room but there was a different teacher and four or five students who weren't in the class normally. I went to walk out but they persuaded me to stay in. "I'm just the new teacher." I eventually sat down at a desk. I was very confused The teacher was ms Vonsouvargn or however you spell that name. I think all of the other students were female. At first, everything they were saying to me didn't make sense. The desk had a blue top and black legs. There was an odd light orange/pink lighting in the room. Maybe peach? Blue carpet, white walls. The light was not harsh though, bright but not harsh.

Another segment of the dream was being outside the science block. All the year 7 kids were talking about pokemon. It was a tradition in this 'dream school' to give year 7's the pokemon 'Mew' which is extremely rare if you know pokemon. So anyway, all the kids were excited about getting Mew and I was remembering how I got mew but it was on a gameboy not a DS. I was trying to tell year 7 kids how pokemon was better on the gameboy. The walls had painted art on the walls like at school. A blue floor with black speckles on it.

I wasn't sure which of these events came first, the business studies or the science block incident. I don't recall travelling between the two but I believe the dream ended at the business studies part so I suppose the science part was before that.

I'm not sure if this is as impressive as I think it might be but for me it's great Before I know it, two of these a night or three. Who knows?

It started with a FA from a dream I do not remember. At the start of the FA I remember being really mad thinking it was almost time to get up from my nap but I still did not remember my dreams nor did I have a lucid dream.

I remember telling myself over and over as I was falling asleep in the FA that I wanted to have a lucid dream. When I fell asleep (in the dream) I remember stumbling through a gray fog type of thing still saying I wanted a lucid dream. It is a few minutes later when I find myself in the hallway that I do a RC. I do the nose pinch RC and can breath but I have started backing it up with another RC. For the backup check I look at the clock on the stove. It was all zeros then another number I do not remember.

I get really excited as this is my first lucid in a long while. I remember my first step task to eat something. At first I do not want to try this task because last time I ate something I tried to eat my pillow in real life lol. But thinking it cannot be as bad as sucking on a drool spot again I reach into the pan on the stove with potatoes in it. I grabbed up a small one and bit down. To my surprise it tasted like a cooked potato although the taste was a bit muted. I then grabbed a carrot off the counter and ate that. It tasted like a cooked carrot that was cooked with a roast. It was very good.

Having completed that task I deiced to go outside to explore. I get to the front door and remember the summoning task and deiced to see if I can summon someone to me. I really try to summon this person to be on the other side of the door but when I open it no one is there. I am not really surprised, but I am mad. I take a few stapes outside and deiced I will try to call this person on the phone and demand they show up. I walk back into the house grab the phone. As soon as I grab the phone I start to hear numbers being said in a kind of demonic raspy whisper. I know it is coming from the phone but I am not startled by this. I try to remember the numbers as they are said over and over again.

As I am trying to remember the numbers the dream starts to fade and I wake. At first I could remember the first five numbers, but I could not write them down before forgetting them.

All I remember is doing something I wasnnt supposed to do.

I remember talking to a guy in a building with brown wooden planks as the floor and wall about him becoming king. Probably inspired by my late playing of "Mount and Blade: Warband" That's all I can remember though.

I think I had a layer zero lucid, very dark mood, very fragmented, I think I remember putting my hand through my palm, but I never really realized I was dreaming. So I was just walking around with this black haired girl and skateboarding, and there was a design inside the wheel that I've seen before. Then I saw a picture of Bart Simpson painted on a garagedoor?? DAFUQ?

I was at Tech with a friend at some kind of sporting event. Some stuff goes on and we end up running away and then for some reason I get shot. It didn't hurt at all and I knew this, but I decided to be lazy, stay on the ground, and act like I couldn't move. I saw my friend get taken by the ambulance, and they called one for me but it never came. So I'm just eating with friends at a table suddenly, but I can't remember much after that.

I was in an event with a bunch of people from The Biggest Loser. One of them was Jeremy from this season, and as he and I were walking up this hill, we were talking, and I was thinking he was kind of nice.

We stopped halfway up the hill because there was a bathroom. Yes, a full bathroom, stalls and everything, right in the middle of this hill. Near the bathroom was a room with a table. When I came out of the bathroom and walked toward the room, I heard Jeremy say something about me. I don't remember exactly what he said, but it was something that had to do with having a crush on me.

I thought it was cute, so I didn't give him any grief. And he has cute dimples, so it was okay by me.

I've been dreaming a lot lately, which may be why I stumbled back to DV. Here are a few of the ones I've recorded from the past month:

4/1/12

Dream 1
I was in a store and realized the shorts I thought I had on were actually men’s briefs. I walked through the whole store before I realized my gaffe, and made my husband go get me a pair of shorts while I hid between racks of clothes. Interestingly, no one seemed to care that I was pantless but me.

Dream 2
I had a flashback experience where I saw the place Hagrid was born. It was beautiful—high up in the mountains, impossibly pale blue sky. Hobbit-like village, if hobbits were 12 feet tall and lived on mountains. Young Tom Riddle traveled back in time to kill a pre-Hogwarts Hagrid. His best buddy Gharj (second boss in Eternity Vault in SWTOR) came to his defense and rescued him. They were best friends forever from that point on. It was actually pretty touching.

Dream 3
I was playing some kind of real-life game where you shoot guns at other people. They don’t die, of course, but somehow they are real guns. I’m not sure how that works, but it made sense to me then.

I came into a match halfway through, and it was clear that the players here had been snipers. The room was all white, everyone was wearing white clothes and facepaint, and there were little sniper perches set up from these white pentagon-shaped boards that could be snapped together.

One of my friends was in the match, and he was concentrating intensely on someone he was trying to snipe in the corner, so I snuck into the abandoned perch next to him. He didn’t see me, and he was covered in white paint, so all I could see was the outline of his eye protection. I was lining up my shot with my sniper rifle, which somehow had a heart-shaped barrel, when I woke up.

4/13/12

There was some kind of race. I'm not sure if it was post-apocalyptic, but it had a Hunger Games feel to it--we were being forced to participate and the whole event was completely unreasonable.

We were paired up. I was paired with a male friend of mine, and my husband was paired with a blonde woman that looked strikingly similar to an ex-girlfriend, although I didn't recognize the woman as the ex-girlfriend in the dream.

We had to travel down this long, dusty road that seemed endless. We were in a place that was completely flat and dry. There was grass, but it was all brown, and there were no trees. We weren't given any provisions except what we brought ourselves and could carry, so my friend and I were carrying a few bottles of water each, and that was all. I remember being very thirsty.

People were dragging themselves along, trying as hard as they could to make it. There were officials at the edges in suits, I think some even had guns, to make sure we stuck to the course. After a few days of traveling like this, we reached the end of the road. There, at the end, was a deep trench of water, 50-100 feet deep straight down. We had to jump in, swim to the bottom, and then swim back to the top.

Somehow, this wasn't too big of a deal. By the time I got back to the top, my lungs were burning, but it didn't feel life threatening. I made sure my partner made it out, and then we traveled back down the road. When we finished, everybody hugged and cried and laughed.

The woman my husband was partnered with said something about him being a married man, and I yelled out, "and don't you forget it!" to him, laughing.

Then, me and my partner were at a table somewhere, but somehow it was like we were suddenly teenagers, and he was wearing a gray hoodie and had his hand in the back pocket of my jeans.

I ended up writing a poem about this one:

Dusty feet running, walking,
dragging down a dirt road
with no end. It makes me
think maybe the world
is flat and drops off
in a hole filled with water
a hundred feet deep, but
we are not surprised
to find it. We push
down to the bottom
with lungs that shouldn't
breathe but do and we
claw upward through
pounds of impossible
pressure. We break the
ceiling and grin and gasp
and redefine life
for the ones who
have merely lived it.

Decided to try to do it during an afternoon nap. Got really relaxed, body started to sink, even got some color flashing on my eyelids. Then my asshole neighbor cranked the base in his BMW and woke me up. Opened the window, yelled at him, tried again. I became relaxed but couldn't get any further. I just gave up and went to type this. Its good to vent

Some weird stuff was going down at school, and each person in the sixth form had to lead a group of other people to complete some kind of project, and mine had something to do with pizza, I think. I really didn't do anything to contribute, I just walked around, and there was a part where a bunch of douchey people that invaded the school and just sat on the field all like "yeah, we're cool, we sit around all day and not do anything" and my friend, Joe, was with them and he was all like "I go to invicta! by the way Harley, I'm still your friend ". Then, me and some other people had to go to F block to get something, but a group of students who thought they were journalists tried to kill me, and chased me, but I evaded them. Then in the end, after everything was done, there was a book published saying how great I was in the project that I didn't contribute to.

Swimming in the Stars

I am exploring some big building. I think my brother has an office in this building. Apparently, the place is being remodeled, because everything is torn up and looks kind of delapidated. I think that this is a bit odd, because ordinarily the building seems modern. I do a nose pinch reality check just in case.

At first, I seem to be unable to breathe, but after I try a bit longer I find that I actually can. I realize that I am dreaming. I immediately forget about the plot of the dream, and decide to jump out the window. The window is closed, and I smash through the glass. Kind of fun. I try to fly, but lately I have been overthinking "how" to fly, instead of just doing it like I used to do. I glide down to the street below. I appear to be in a city, much like that of the dream/computer game I am building. I look up into the sky, and the tops of the buildings, and realize that all I need to do in order to fly is to just let myself float. I bounce up a bit, and look above me.

I see the stars in the sky, and feel the same urge I had in the last LD to fly into the stars. It is like a big pool in the sky, inviting me. This time, I fly upwards, into the night sky. Instead of flying any particular direction, I just go up. This part is a bit hard to explain, but I realize that I can float in the sky, almost like I am in orbit in space. I can see the city below me, a lovely skyling against the sky. There is just a little bit of color in the sky, as though the sun had set a while ago. I let myself just drift in this state, which is almost like I would imagine someone high on drugs would be. I find a beautiful, peaceful, almost euphoric feeling in doing absolutely nothing except float like this. The world appears to float below me like the Earth turning beneath an astronaut, and I watch, wrapped up in this feeling. It's like another world in and of itself.

Due to alcohol, I only gained some fragments, again impressionist in nature...sometimes I feel like Monet is in my head!
Fragment 1
On a coach with a large number of people I know, drinking...surprisingly! The weather was hot,almost like it was a holiday transfer coach!However, far from being at ease. Person 1 proceded to cause me unease through repeated laughing. I couldn't entirely remember why although it probably eminates from a socially awkward situation that had occured the previous day. Again, as a repeated motif for me colours and clothes were particulary visible.
Fragment 2
Being somewhat aware that I was on the Titanic,although not worried.This is perhaps due to the coverage of the diaster in the media at the moment-suddenly however, I had a somewhat false awakening but dreaming that I 'loved' my friend!

That's all I got but looking forward to some more dreaming later!

I was at a daycare of sorts. We kept having many recesses in which we were all supposed to play outside together. I was being strange though, and kept stealing plates from the kitchen. I would take them outside and eat them.

After chewing on pottery for a few minutes, I decided to take a nap. I laid on the grass and rested against the brick wall. Several groups of students walked past me before I managed to fall asleep.

I awoke in a dark cellar. I was in the cellar of the daycare now. I walked back up to the front lawn where the other children were playing.

Something seemed off, so I did a reality check. Indeed, I was dreaming. And of course, at that moment, everything seemed to heighten in clarity.

I had no lucid goals though. I wasn't sure what to do in this dream.

For a moment, I stood there on the street with nothing to do.

I flew up into the air and into the clouds. They were so beautiful and defined, full of life even though they were inanimate.

But no, I had done this before.

I flew back to the ground and landed on the sidewalk, still wondering how I should spend this dream.

And then it came to me. How would my dream respond if I asked for transcendence?

"Take me higher," I whispered.

Instantly, without my doing, I rose into the air.

Everything morphed around me. Not into anything new, but into hyper clarity...that's not even the right word. Everything surrounding me became a kaleidoscope pattern, but yet nothing changed at all.

"Higher" I whispered.

This soundtrack began to play and I began to move forward:



I can't exactly describe how I felt. It was similar to that of tripping - but more intense.

I was moving forward without my doing. The street ahead of me was coming towards me.

I was about to fly straight through a billboard, but I wasn't afraid. I simply passed right through.

"Higher," I whispered.

Everything began to move faster. I zoomed out of the city and in the process left my body behind.

My consciousness was now flying warp speed through the Earth (que really fucking epic music).

I was flying so fast through country roads, wilderness paths, and scenic highways that I could only perceive them as the rapid progression of pictures. A billion pictures flew past my eyes per second.

"Take me higher," I dared.

I surpassed the warp speed that I was already traveling and my consciousness was risen into the universe.

In front of me was a massive black hole. It was beautiful.



Holy shit.

And I was flying towards it at warp speed.

Could I go any higher than this?

I felt my consciousness being ripped apart as I reached the singularity.

"Higher," I whispered, at the last moment possible.

The last thing I saw was a tear in either the fabric of the universe, or the fabric that held my mind together. Or both. It pulsated orange.

I woke up in my bed at my parent's house. I felt heavy.

But this still felt like a dream.

I got up out of bed to write this in my journal. The time on the clock kept changing. I had known it all along - I was still dreaming. Yet, I was very paranoid about forgetting the last dream that had just occurred.

I ran up the stairs. My mother was washing dishes.

"What are you doing?" She asked.

That was a really good question. What was I going to do now? I felt like nothing could surpass what had just happened, and I didn't want to forget it either.

"Maybe I'm just going to sit on the porch and enjoy nature or something," I asked.

"You have a lot you need to do, you shouldn't be wasting your time right now," she scorned.

"It's a dream," I flat out told her.

"One of these days you're just going to lose it," she warned.

I rolled my eyes and ignored her and proceeded to the porch.

There was a white rose growing against the warped siding. I sat down beside it. I could feel its warmth.

I wanted to experience again what happened earlier, but every time I tried I got a blazing headache. I decided to just let it be, and woke up for real.



I just reread through that again and I have to admit that my description of that dream does not do it any justice whatsoever...

Non-lucid dream

I was walking out of the movie theater I live by and got into my family's car in the parking lot I drove up the street and went back to the theater before my parents noticed it was gone. (Since i'm 15 and I have no license.) But I got back and saw my family walking out of the theater, right as I parked the car it turned into a Razor scooter, my family looked angry and I tryed to tell them that i didn't do anything

Dream Type: Non-Lucid.
Dream Mood: Bland and Stupid.
Dream Setting: My Hometown.
Dream Characters: My Friends.

This was a short dream, though I didn't quite like it either. It made me feel like a jerk to other people. I was walking home from school, apparently later than most times due to the amount of other people walking home at the same time. Still, I came across a few friends and whatnot, and joined them. We talked about random stuff, and for some reason, we went to walk on the freeway of all places. How we walked home was by simply walking across the freeway, though strangely, the freeway began to look more and more like a bunch of skin with hair. As soon as we noticed that, we all suddenly began to make fun of Armenians with racist remarks and whatnot. I rarely ever make racist remarks, so this was strange. One of my friends from a further off town came up next to us and introduced himself with my other friends. They said that they liked him, though he had to move forward, and we just walked down a spiral path in the freeway to a 7-11 convenient store. We went inside and I don't remember what we did there, but surely enough we were outside again before long. I realized that I had lost my shoes somewhere, and I was very worried. We had a new friend all of a sudden; an artistic girl who dressed in a black coat and black baggy shorts with boots and had dyed blonde hair. Looking at her now, I find myself thinking that she was quite attractive. We snuck onto someone's back porch, where I thought I had found my shoes, but did not. The girl then said "Come on... wake up!" and instead of waking up, I was at the 7-11 again, where there was a pile of shoes there, and I had to find mine in that pile.I did find them after some searching, and asked the man if I could just take them and be on my merry way, but he said no and that I needed proof that those were mine. I got mad, very mad, and I threw a fit. My dad eventually came in to prove the purchase, and because he saw me in my angered state, I started crying for some reason, and he hugged me. He'd soon release me and I'd look over to the counter, where they were happily arranging revolvers for some reason, and then I woke up.