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For some reason I was moved into a new neighborhood. I remember walking around and the neighbors next door to me lived in a Spanish Villa-type house with a balcony and vines growing down the walls. They were a celebrity couple - I don't remember who. I had the ability to fly and there was a huge antique warehouse I was flying over. There were a lot of power lines though that I had to avoid. I remember hitting a couple of them but I wasn't shocked - because like a bird, I was not grounded. Then I started falling and i held on to a piece of jump-rope that was tied to one of the power lines. I slowed myself and when I hit the ground I was still holding the rope, but I felt no electricity which I thought was odd (but that still didn't trigger my lucidity). There was a little girl who caught me flying. She found out my little "secret". Her two front baby teeth were missing. She let me know that it was okay and she wouldn't tell. She also said that all young kids had the ability to fly and that the talent fades with age and we forget how to do it. There was another little girl DC that went out of her way to find my dream journal. I think it was lost in the pile of antiques that was in the warehouse. She was my boss Shannon's daughter and she looked exactly like the chubby blonde girl from the movie "The Help". She had my dream journal in her hands but never had the chance to hand it to me, and I remember worrying that she would read it and how I had inappropriate adult dreams that were written in there. Shannon showed up and was trying to get her daughter to stop spending time with me and telling her that "there were a lot of new people she should meet in this place". I think her daughter looked up to me though and didn't want to make friends with anyone else. Then I left and sat down on a bench next to my brother and sisters. A picture was taken of us, and then the dream ended.

Last night I had my sixth lucid since joining up here! I really need to start working on my recall so I can remember things like dialogue more exactly.

So, I was back in my middle school again for some reason, it seems to pop up in a lot of my dreams lately. I was in my old English class with this one guy, J. (And other people I know too, but I don't really remember who they were.) J and I each finish our class assignments that I just remember were really frustrating to work out, but when we do we get up to go stand at the door until class ends. Our teacher seems really confused and then angry at us for doing it so early in class, even though we were pretty sure it was almost time to leave. I remember looking at the clock and just being confused by what time it was because it didn't really match up with anything. Anyway, she eventually caves and lets just the two of us go for "early lunch", as long as we come back later for some reason....

We end up talking a bit as we walk through the halls back to our lockers, but then we have to go in different directions. The school suddenly has a gigantic spiral staircase that... well, it does have spiral staircases, but not like THIS. These things were enormous! It also suddenly grew in height quite a bit, and had full glass walls and through them you could see outside what looked kind of like an airport. At this point I spontaneously became lucid, and tons of other people who went to my middle school started walking all around me. (I guess class officially ended?) I started talking to a couple of people I hadn't seen in a long time just to see what they'd say (which I don't remember but I do recall that it was very strange ) and then some girl swoops in out of nowhere and picks me up! I just look over and see her face and think, what the hell... oh wait, I know what I can do with this! So, I turned her into a Prince Charming-type guy.

Like this.



(But more buff and even cuter. )

So here carries me around while I'm squeezing his muscles and I keep talking to other people who all look up to me and treat me as the center of attention, basically like I'm a princess. Then Mr. Prince Charming starts talking about wanting to go somewhere more private and talk. Woah now. But then the dream starts fading! Fuck fuck fuck! I tried rubbing my hands together and making things happen and everything but it still ended and I woke up.

Space Pirates
Recall: 7/10
Sleep: Good
Sleep Position: Unknown

I'm in a tiny cramped little space capsule with Donald. We're calibrating 3 satellites that each have 3 green blinking lights. Suddenly I feel our space capsule begin to fall and spin, lurching out of control. Not cool! I begin to panic a little, and then I realize I'm dreaming!

The out of control capsule is making me feel nauseous, so I figure I'll fly out of it through the roof. I put my hands over my head in flying position, and bump my fingertips against the roof of our capsule. I look down so I can't see what is stopping my fingers from going through, and manage to get move them through the roof. I then grab onto the outer hull to brace myself against our momentum. This lessens our spinning out of control somewhat.

I say to myself "remember, it's just a dream, think of it as a dream", and that stabilizes the descent of our craft even more. I repeat that a few more times since it seems to be doing the trick until we're just falling without the sickening spinning sensation. I see outside and our craft is almost level with the tallest buildings, and yell at Donald "Fly this damn thing!". He holds off a bit longer, then lands the ship on the ground.

We get out and I see we have landed in my the school yard. I walk through the school, and go onto the stage where I get suckered into being an extra in a school play. I'm playing the role of a slave on a pirate ship. Those in charge are killing us slaves like there's no tomorrow.

I wander into a room and see the table is covered in ancient books and ingredients for a blood magic spell. I go to the end of the table where I find the finished product, a bowl of blood from on of the pirates. I pick up the bowl and drink down all the blood, which makes me invincible.

A pirate walks in as soon as I finish, and pulls out his musket and shoots me, but it has no effect. I walk up to him and kill him. It's my ship now!

Another lucid I didn't do much with. Going to have to get some new lucid goals soon.

Double post, stupid DJ won't let me delete.

Dream #1
I am in my cousin Kevin’s house with some friends. For some reason, they are doing a cooking challenge where they take left over fast food from a chicken chain restaurant and make crazy dinners with them. Kevin is hurt from playing a sport, so I’m pretty sure I’m back in high school. His friends leave and I try to see if he’ll come too, but starts explaining his injury and that if he goes off to have fun, it will only get worse.

Dream #2
The dream transitions right into night time, and things have turned rather grim. I remember knowing that zombies were around, or that a zombie outbreak had occurred. There were plenty of safe cities apparently and society was still chugging along. I was grabbed by something I couldn’t see for some odd reason. I just felt a strong pull on my head and yelled. I turned and hit the zombie in the face and was able to run away. I got home and this is wear the dream gets weird. I walk into my home, and I KNOW I’m in high school. My parents are still together. I start inspecting my arms and legs and neck feeling for bite marks. Nothing so I go to a mirror, and get quite a shock. I’m a woman. I’ve got dark hair just passed my shoulders and bright blue eyes. My face is round, with a small petite nose, and I’m even wearing make up! I immediately became lucid at this point. I just stared for a second. I took control and started running my hands through my hair. I swear I felt what the dark curls felt like and how long it was. I was so freaked out, that I immediately woke up.

Dream #1: Zombie dream
Using my memaw and papaw’s RV…which they don’t have IR, me, my girlfriend, and other random family members and friends escape a zombie horde. Making our way somewhere but with a purpose, even though I don’t know exactly where we’re going. Lots of killing zombies, guns, axes, and I even killed a zombie with a knife that got to close. Ended with us at a gated community with lots of people that had restarted a “village” basically inside this suburban housing project. They used a barter system.

Dream #2 House
My girlfriend and I are in our first house. The dream is pretty simple, buying furtniture setting the place up and talking about the furture. It skips ahead with her very pregnant with a little girl. Skips ahead again even further to when she and I are older and our own daughter is dating. The daughter is probably around 19 or so. Im a US marshal. There was a lot of detail to this dream, but I can’t remember them now.

It’s been a while since I posted, and I haven’t been practicing. But I finally had a lucid dream. It was unplanned, but it was the best, first lucid dream I could ask for.

I do not remember the beginning of the dream, but I remember the point at which I became lucid. I was passionately kissing my girlfriend and we were wrapped in each other's arms on a great big bed with white sheets. I also noticed that the room was brightly lit with the sun’s rays. We kissed deeply and our tongues touched and slid against the one another's. That is how I knew I was dreaming. I currently live in South Carolina for grad school. She is in Texas and I haven’t left yet for Winter break. I knew I was dreaming, but I didn’t stop. Instead this encouraged me. I wanted to take advantage of the sensations I could experience with her that I miss so much. But I haven’t practiced keeping a lucid dream going, so I was unable to continue after a point. I pulled her white panties off of her perfect hips and unsnapped her white bra. I kissed her deeply again and moved my hard member to her soft and wet, lower lips and pushed myself inside. She let a soft moan escape her mouth and I began to move in and out. I kissed her soft breasts and pulled her hips up to me, pushing myself deeper into her. She was so warm and wet. The sensation became too much to bear. I desperately wanted to finish and I could feel it building. But I started losing the dream, and I woke up.

An amazing first lucid dream if I do say so. It was random and I did not plan it, but it makes it all the more amazing.

I'll return later... Just to remember, here are notes about my dreams:
1) Amusement park- lines, bathroom, R, bicycle, pool hall
2) Crazy troll killer on my car window, police, freeway, crash in building, manslaughter
3) People wanting me to vote for Ron Paul
4) G visit, J with Cosmo quiz

OK- Updated. (My recall hasn't been so great. )


In which we visit an amusement park, but I spend the whole time in line with my bicycle...

R and I are at a crowded amusement park. We are waiting in a long line that twists up and down several stairs through many rooms. I have my bicycle with me, and I get out of line to ride over to a bathroom. Along the way, I get lost and end up in a food court. People are drinking beer and playing pool. I ask if I can use the bathroom, but they tell me I have to leave my bicycle outside. I don't have a lock for the bike, and the place is so crowded that I know someone will steal it if I leave it out. So instead, I walk the bicycle into the food court with me and try to get past the pool players to the bathroom, unnoticed. A few people glance at me strangely, but they do not say anything. I bring the bicycle into the bathroom with me and prop it up against the sink while I go into one of the stalls.

Later I'm looking for R again but I'd gotten so lost that I don't know where to find him. I run into Tall A, and he takes me over to R. When I get back in line, R tells me that they won't let me on any of the rides with my bicycle. I start to feel stupid carrying it around. People ask why I'm carrying it with me, and I tell them that it isn't a bicycle, it's my therapy dog. This works, and people want to pet my bicycle. The employees are fooled too but I decide not to go on any rides anyway.

At some point, the amusement park turns into a music festival and the bicycle turns into a large white poodle.


In which a crazy man jumps on my car window and tries to kill me...

I'm driving through the downtown streets of a huge, modern city. There are neon lights and sky rise apartments all around me. The city looks like Tokyo or Seoul, but I'm in the United States. There is another woman in the car with me.

A short, crazy man with long black hair and wild eyes jumps down from a balcony and lands on the back of my car. He sprawls out across my back window with his face pressed up against the glass so that when I look into my rearview, I see him making menacing faces. His eyes are dark and wide, and his mouth is salivating. He wags his tongue, shows his teeth and flares his nostrils. He looks like a troll.

I know that he's trying to kill me, and if I stop driving, he will leap on me. I frantically call the police, but they tell me that they will not even try to help unless I slow down. I explain that if I stop, the crazy man will crawl over the hood of the car and attack me, but the police say they can't do anything about it unless I come peacefully to their station.

Eventually, I crash into the penthouse of one of the skyrises. I drive the car high up into the air and then crash it through the full-wall window of the penthouse dinning room. The car comes to rest, managled and smoking, at the base of a yuppie's bar. I have calculated the angle of the impact precisely so as to kill the crazy man without injuring me or my passenger. The yuppie who lives in the penthouse stands on the other side of his bar with a drink, amazed.

Immediately the cops are at the door. I'm trying to explain why I should not be found guilty of murder, but they tell me I will stand trial for manslaughter.


In which people want me to vote for Ron Paul...

I'm having a conversation with some friends, and they tell me that they believe I'm a Ron Paul supporter. I ask them what made them think this about me, and they point to my physiology textbook. Below the title of the book is a large silver stripe that is obviously a scratch-off stripe, like one would normally see on a lottery ticket.

I scratch off the silver to reveal a petition to add Ron Paul's name to the presidential ballot. My friend tries to get me to add my name to the list. I try to avoid having a political discussion, and I get that tedious feeling that I always have when people who don't know anything about politics want to tell me their opinions. My friend won't stop telling me to sign the petition because he thinks this will be like voting for Ron Paul. Finally I tell him that he doesn't know what he is talking about, and he becomes angry with me.


In which several friends visit, and J tries to make G take a Cosmo quiz...

A and A come to visit us, and as a surprise they bring along G. The three of them, plus R and me, are sitting around the bar of a nice kitchen. It's my house in the dream, and I remember a feeling of familiarity and domestic contentment. But actually the layout of the kitchen is like at my friend S's parents' home.

We are all happy and in good spirits and catching up on old times. However, G looks really unhealthy. He is pale and much too skinny, his hair is thinning, and he's wearing 70s style glasses. He admits that the divorce he is going through has been rough on him, but it is all over now and he is happy again. He says he's excited to be back in town. Everything feels bittersweet.

J shows up with an issue of Cosmopolitan. She keeps interrupting our conversation by insisting that G take a Cosmo quiz. The questions and answers are all really stupid, but J thinks they are funny. I can tell that G thinks she is very immature, but he plays along with her because she is pretty. I want to remind him that she's half his age, but I don't want to embarrass J.


In which I take a pregnancy test...

And one more that I just remembered.

I have two small strands of paper which are supposed to be pregnancy tests. I take them into the bathroom where I pee into a large plastic bowl. I dip each strip of paper into the bowl, and after it is saturated with urine, I run the paper between two fingers to push out any excess. Then I flatten the soggy paper strip very carefully onto the linoleum floor. The process is similar to paper mache.

A few minutes later, a message appears on the first and then the second piece of paper. It's pink and has different symbols and characters on it. I can't understand what it means, so I call someone in to help me decipher it. I think it was H? She tells me that it says I am not pregnant.

I’m writing this a little while after I’ve woken up. I have not been keeping up with this journal and it makes me sad. But last night, I had a crazy dream. It involved Courtney and I, and we were in another dimension of sorts. Like Terra Nova, our world was apocalyptic and many had escaped to the thriving dimension. There were lots of rules and orientation meetings about life there we had to attend. I even saw some of the friends I had in elementary and middle school there. I can’t remember enough about it though, just the premise.

So it's been really hard memorizing my dreams. However, I had one yesterday that involved a shotgun shootout. It was pretty intense, but I was just too lazy to write it down.

Last night I had a dream about M, and I was with her watching over special people. I want to say they were having a party or something. I remember talking about how far we live away from each other so normally we just meet half way or something.

Also had a dream about AN. I was Jr. high at first, and then the dream shifted to a hotel room. This room was pretty huge. It had two beds in the main room, and then a private side room with a king sized bed in it. That's where we were. Sex almost seemed definite, but we kept stopping because of x y and z. Then we went in the main room where the people were, and was still going to continue. I kept thinking "wtf, why don't we just go in the damn back". Eventually we went to be the back room again, and she wanted me to use the bathroom. I did, and when I was finished D showed up, and we met up with him in the main room. Then they both went to the back room without me. I can't even say I was mad. It was more like I was slightly frustrated, and I knew this was going to happen anyway. Ugh...I really have to get my confidence with women back up. WTF.

All remember was this was a mix between Pokémon, game of thrones, and running a tough mudder. Lots of game of thrones characters, each with Pokémon. Then I had to run a tough mudder…Melatonin does weird things.

The first dream I remember was pretty freaky, I got bitten by what my dad called a Red recluse. I was bitten because I went into some abandoned room to get something and ran into some spider webs. Not thinking much of it, I just tore them down with my arms as I went through. I felt heat and a pinch on my left arm and then got out of there as fast as I could. I showed my dad, and little pimple like pustules had developed on the spot. The area around it had become really red as well. When I moved or flexed my arm, the pustules would pop and leak. Gross.

Then, the dream started out with a giant conference-like event, except it was in a series of empty suburban homes. My interest was in a Pokémon section where they were selling cards. I found 2 decks and you were able to take cards from a stack to replace other cards in your deck, building your own then buying it. I made my 2 decks and was going to buy another stack of extra cards when people from my graduate assistantship showed up and told me we needed to go, we had to work. That translated into us making sandwiches in a fashion like Subway. I was not too happy about this, but then I realized I forgot to pay for my cards. I was then chased down by the sellers of the cards, saying I stole the cards. I produced the appropriate money and explained my story and things smoothed over.

So I finally had a dream in space, or with space ships in it at least. It was very “Aliens” like. But anyway back on earth, I run into a girl who is obviously distraught. She pleads for help from me. I’m scheduled to go into outer space soon to a new colony, but I decide to help her anyway. I find out she is being chased by some federal agent. I finally confront him and he begins to threaten me. I ask what his badge number is and I demand to see it. I quickly learn from his hesitation that he is not a legitimate agent or officer and something sinister is going on. We fight and I subdue him, and take off with the girl. It is decided she’ll come into space with me and some other friends.

One more random thing before I’ve left, I’m driving my car around and I end up making the drive from Dallas to Clemson in like a few minutes. I try parking and this guy pulls up and parks in the middle of the street. I stand there outside my car looking oddly at him. He comes up holding a rock, saying that he needs to smash my car up so he can get his fixed. I tell him that makes no sense whatsoever, and he says “yeah…” and drops his rock and drives away. I remember just saying…weird.

Katsuno's Dreams

1st: I was dating my crush and we were going to a restaurant. We took seats at a table in a corner. Next to us was a huge glass tank with some crabs and octopus in it. The waiter came and asked if we already chose our meal. I looked inside my wallet and noticed that I only got 5 dollars (lol) so I searched for something cheap. I looked through the menu and found a Lobster Soup with chocolate for only 3 dollars. There was a caption below the soup with "Only avaiable if there is a hummer in the glass tank". I asked the waitor if I can order this and he said no. I looked inside the glass tank and there was now a lobster inside it. I told the waitor that there is one and he just ignored me. My crush ordered something different and the waitor left. For some reason I had the urge to walk to the glass tank and I tried to catch the lobster. Now the dream got weird. I suddenly fought with the lobster and shot it with imaginary bullets. My crush helped me and killed it. Now I told her "Haha, I defeated the lobster!" and she got angry and said "You forgot about my help!". I felt bad and got scared that she might not like me now. This somehow reminded me of my father because he is exactly like that. The dream scene changes and I was now on a huge field of grass. I immediately noticed that I was dreaming. I was happy because I just started doing the dream-yoga techniques and they already worked. I looked around but my view distance was really short. I thought about what I wanted to do. Suddenly, visiting a friend of mine came into my mind. I tried to focus on him but nothin happened. I got frustrated and changed my subject. I focused on Windhover and the dream scene changed. I was now inside a room with many big windows and yellow curtains. I focused really hard on Windhover's energy and the curtains started to move while a flash of white light appeared. I woke up :/

2nd: (fragment) I was at a public swimming pool with some of my classmates. The memory is pretty foggy but I remember sliding down the waterslide but a friend of mine tried to stop me. The waterslide was really long. The dream recall gets foggy again and the last night I remember is being on my computer and looking through facebook. There was something about my crush being in a relationship now...

Cay's Dreams

Dream 1
My house had moved to the side of a four-way intersection. I was quietly reading a book, and my sister and Azra were playing Skyward Sword. Then an explosion shook the house and catapulted us all into the floor. My sister and Azra commenced running around like chickens with their heads cut off. I went to the blown-out window, and a wave of heat pushed me back. Close to the house, in fact sheltering by it was a news van. The reporter clutched the skirt of her pants suit and her updo at the same time in the ripping wind as she screamed instructions at the cameramen not to miss a moment. The source of the explosion was one of several alien fighter craft dipping and screaming in the sky like hawks. Every now and then one would let out a great burst of light and send another one reeling. I ran out to the news van and demanded to know what was going on, but the crew was too irrational to communicate.

Dream 2
I was running around the castle at Camelot with Merlin- this being the young one as portrayed by Colin Morgan in the BBC series by the same name- looking for a number of small blue stag beetles. And by beetles I mean assassins. We were keeping several paces behind Arthur all day, crushing them when they scuttled out of corners and cracks in the wall after Arthur. This task was made all the more difficult by the fact that they could fly, so a lot of nose dives and belly flops were taken.