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I was on the street of a completely unknown city, it was a pretty rural place and nature didn’t seem to be impaled much to build that city. It was night and the sky was clear, as I looked up I saw several flying objects, up closer than normal planes. I saw a few space shuttles, and talked to some of the DC’s around about that. Then I saw something completely strange and began to follow it as good as I could. Apparently one of the houses there seemed familiar to me after the trees on the right side of the street cleared up, it was standing on a small hill. I went inside searching for some binoculars. The house was constructed in a strange way but it was pretty cool. I talked with some voice inside of the house, it probably told me something about that I should continue my WILD attempts or something like that. But I opened one of the doors and looked outside (it was early dawn, it looked very beautiful and realistic), and I said something like “Instead I should make use of this dream first”, and I immediately remembered what I wanted to do upon becoming lucid, I tried to apply the lucidity visor but my vision turned black. I had barely enough time to be annoyed that my lucid faded right the moment I was going to make use of it but I didn’t have any time for stabilizing.

It was pretty odd but interesting to become lucid through saying it like that myself even though I had no prior knowledge of dreaming.

While I still may not have had any lucids from MILD yet, my brain is definitely starting to incorporate the visualization part directly into my dreams. The other night I visualized beginning the dream on an airplane because I could either skydive and land wherever I wanted to, or just make the plane land wherever I wanted it to. Easy transition either way. I didn't go lucid, but the dream did begin on an airplane. Last night, I visualized being back in Israel because that's where my previous dream was. And again, while I didn't go lucid, the dream did begin there. I think I'm getting on to something here...

1) As I just said, the dream began in Israel, although it quickly left that behind and turned into something big. Huge. So much detail I can't even begin to recall it all; there was an entirely unique world all around me with a deep story of its own to tell. Keeping things simple, there was a giant corporation that was getting too much power; it acted as the government, but due to its business nature, it was more corrupt than even the average government. I, along with a small team of others, sat down and planned how we could get inside and blow up the entire facility that was at the heart of the whole problem...realizing we would likely die in the process. (Yes I know, IRL that would be an act of terrorism, but this was a dream, ok? ) Our plan was highly detailed, but proved effective. We had unexpected complications along the way of course, but we improvised and still barely made it to our objective after hours of constant work. We had silently (for the most part) taken out all the guards going about the place, and all that was left was the CEO himself. We set up the bombs and then dove out the windows as our only shot at survival. Surprisingly the fall didn't hurt at all. However, once outside, a giant tree burst up out of the ground and revealed itself to be a tree-machine AI who was very angry at our work. We started to fight, but soon the machine recognized us as friends and stopped before he did any real damage.

Dream Signs: being somewhere without remembering getting there, highly unusual events,

10/25/11

I was probably playing a video game. It was a Splinter Cell game, and it was a pure assassination mission where I had to use a sniper to kill three people that would come out to see where the bullet shot came from one by one. I believe it was on the rooftops of some building.



I managed to shoot two out of the three before they called spoke on the radio that there was an intruder. The third one I had a hard time steadying my aim at, and his head was moving a bit too much.



I missed one time, tried to focus and shot him again. However, before he died, he managed to get the radio and signaled to security. So when there was no response, they sent out guards to see what was wrong.

I decided to run towards this small area of darkness where they wouldn’t see me, and I turned on the thermal goggles, but somehow they found me and started to shoot me while I was in a prone position. I managed to kill 2 out of the three guards, but you know how in Splinter cell games that your life goes away pretty fast if the enemy uses automatic weapons, so it only took 4-5 hits to die and the mission ends.

Then I’m in a different scenario where I’m on a stealth mission. I couldn’t tell if it was me in the mission or if I was playing another video game, but I opened the door crouching down and saw a floating gun turret.



I only remember bits of this dream, but I think one door I opened had a gun turret stuck in the bathroom, so I decided to be silly and give away my position, but not turrets were nearby. Then the dream fades away.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was in a room like a preschool classroom, although the room was supposed to be an office. The room was dark, except for the glow of a TV, which I was sitting on the floor and watching, (though my view seems to have been from slightly outside my body). The room seemed pretty empty -- no desks or tables; just chairs and short bookcases lining the walls.

Someone came into the room and pulled one of the chairs out of the room. The person was all in shadow, but he seemed to me to have been a young, male office worker. The chair he pulled out was an office- style swivel-chair. All the chairs in the room may have been like that.

I knew the guy wasn't supposed to take the chairs. And I knew he knew it. He basically just wanted to steal. But I was too afraid to stand up to him and stop him.

Now I was in the room with "my co-workers." The lights were on in the room, and there were desks in the room. But there weren't enough chairs for all the desks. In fact, there were hardly any chairs at all.

The boss (I think) said, "Someone from another office has been stealing our chairs! How the hell are we all gonna sit down?"

I knew who stole at least one of our chairs. But I didn't want to say anything. I didn't want to betray that I'd been too afraid to stand up to the guy.

So now I and another guy were going out looking for chairs. The boss had told us, I "knew," that we should go to all the rooms in this building. And room that looked like it had way more chairs than it needed had obviously been stealing chairs from us. So we were to "take the chairs back" out of that room and to our room.

The man and I wandered through the hallways, which were kind of narrow, short, and grey. We went into some smaller rooms, which were apparently multi-office rooms or single offices. Some of them looked like classrooms.

Then we ended up in a pretty big conference room. The room was dark, with our only light coming in through the hallway. The room was empty, with just a few school desks and chairs here and there, overturned, not in any real order. But it looked like there weren't more chairs than desks, so we couldn't take chairs from this room.

But being in the conference room made me think. If the man searching with me thought we should be looking in conference rooms for chairs, then we should probably be looking in the conference room closest to our office. Something about the way the guy had stolen the chair had made me think he wouldn't go far with it.

In my excitement at thinking I knew where we should go, I gasped a bit and lifted my left arm up, almost like I was raising my hand to ask a question in class. I then put my hand to my lips. I said, "We should go to the..."

But I had to strain to remember the name of the conference room. Finally I got it. I said, "We should go to the Goshen Room!"

The man said, "That's right! I was just about to say the same thing!"

We were now in the Goshen Room. There were chairs all over the place, as well as school desks. Everything was overturned and disordered. But it seemed pretty obvious that there were too many chairs in here.

The man spoke to me (although I seemed to be seeing from his viewpoint) as if we were looking at a grisly murder scene. He said, "Go. Get the others from the office. We need to gather the chairs quick. These people will be back soon."

The man himself now seemed to have been heading for the door, to get the other people from the office. I was deeper in the room, looking at the chairs. The swivel-chairs' seats had been completely unscrewed from their bases, kind of like a bolt screwing into a hole, or a bottle cap screwing onto a plastic bottle top.

I stood staring at a few swivel chair bases. I figured we'd all have to carry this stuff back to our office in awkward armfuls, then screw everything back together there. I wondered if we'd be able to get everything of ours back to the office, and if we'd be able to put it all back together.

Well now, another lucid.


Oct. 25, 2011
I was following the dream plot for a while. I was on a school trip with some random people, and some others were trying to kill us. I don't remember much of that bit, except the place we were staying was all brown, and I wanted to wake up at one point. But then, I decided to take control of my dream, since I was, after all, lucid. I dove out a window headfirst and floated/glided to the ground, where I tumbled around and emerged muddy. I laughed, got up, and rubbed my hands together. They felt amazingly realistic- dusty and smooth. I marveled at how real everything looked. I was in someone’s garden. Then I leapt up and floated for another moment, and came upon a street sign leading into a brambly path saying “East End Avenue.” So I went in and ran, trying to bend air as I went and failing-ish. I followed the path all the way behind someone’s house, and they saw me. I tried to casually walk back, and they walked past me, and I said “Sorry about that, I was just-“ to a teenage boy, but he ignored me. Someone (there was a basketball court near their house) then commented, “I wish it wasn’t raining,” because it was drizzling, so I yelled, “Make it stop raining!” Unfortunately, it began pouring. I giggled and saw a bush with oranges that were slightly green, and I yelled, “Look! Real California oranges!” even though I wasn’t in California. Then I woke up.

I'm walking when I receive a phone call about someone who lives at the location I'm heading to. I tell them quickly that the person they are looking for doesn't live there, then I back it up with telling them my own address.

I get to this building, and Mrs. P is there, and some guards. Someone tells me that I have to put this mark in my hand in order to pass through. "Oh, it's just a lead tracer that passes through your body in a few days". I told them I wasn't going to do that no way, and I wanted to leave. There's this guy at the edge of the street, and he has this HUGE machine gun...looks like it belongs to a vehicle. The guy starts shooting it at us. He's on our side, and one of the guards shoots back at him...he grazes the guys beard and tells him "when you learn how to shoot like that, then you'll be authorized to do what you want to".

Then The guard tosses the guy a rocket launcher. The guy points the rocket launcher up in the air and tear drops a rocket. I turned around before I could see the end results and started running. I heard an explosion, and made sure at the least my hands were over my head. Debris was raining down everywhere, I was just looking for cover. I almost got to a good spot and had to knock something out of the way before it hit my head. Stuff was literally falling down for about a minute straight.

First of all, I should tell you that on the 24th, I had a dream about transformers, at a supermarket which doesent exist, but has great significance on the days on which I don't post.

And I'm seeing a pattern emerge, in most of my dreams there is a form of transport, and I usually walk to places. This might help me to become lucid!!!!

So, yeah, the dream. I have no idea why I was on top of a bus, but that's where the dream started. I was with my brother and my best friend. We were having lots of fun trying to stay on top of the bus! We jumped later on onto a lorry, which had lots of bedding on top. Most of the colours in the dream were really bright. I almost fell off of this truck several times.

There was later a truck, which had no freight but it did have a platform on the bottom. My brother went down first, then asked me to throw down the matress that we were on. It was scary because the truck was moving, but as we picked up the matress, there was no air resistance pushing against it, even though we were holding it against the wind. My brother moved up to the front of the platform, and my friend threw down the matress. It landed nicely. I jumped down on top of the matress, and then my friend wrapped herself in a duvet and jumped down too. After a while, we were on a circuit, and the circuit was a road. There was an island of grass in the middle, where some of my other friends were sat. There were no weeds on the grass, it was perfect grass. But there was also a pikachu. It's quite pathetic that I didn't become lucid.

At one point, I was over the edge of the platform holding onto the matress, which would have fallen off with me if I wasn't dreaming. I had to keep jumping off of the floor in order to keep myself up, and eventually I managed to do a somersault and get back onto the platform.

At some point, the dream must have changed because I can also remember the road being a river, a clean water river (Another thing about my dreams, everything is always perfect). I wasn't on the platform anymore, and neither was anybody else. We were all on sunbeds, and talking about who should drive the platform. We weren't on the island in the middle, we were under a shade at the edge, which could only be described as a petrol station, without the pumps and instead of a concrete floor, it was made from grass. There was no petrol smell. The circuit wasn't very big, it must have had a diameter of about eight meters. Also, there was now a small waterfall which although coming down quite heavily, didn't make a sound or a splash. When I decided to drive the platform, it drove as it would if it were on a road. There was only ripples in the water infront of us, we weren't making a giant splash. The platform was very fun to drive, and very hard. I then got a shot at driving the matress truck, it was much harder. I can't remember anything after driving it for a couple of circuits.

Fragments

There was a boxing match and when it was finished the winner was being unsportsmanlike until WWE Diva Beth Phoenix got in his face and made him step off. Natalya was there too.

I was watchign TV in a flat with my family and some band was on, Greg Eagles (the guy who played Grim from Billy and Mandy) was on drums.

Dream

I was in a small room with some guys having a party the room had a green tint and I looked like that idiot Micah Richards. I had a bowl of food in it and I took some roti out with my hand and placed it on the table.

We were sharing stories and one guy who Clark Duke from Hot Tube Time Machine asked me about a previous party and I said "You know when everyon'es shankin' (stabbing) and you pull out a bass guitar and kill everyone."

Then the dream went into 3rd person perspective and zoomed out to virtually everyone but the two guys I was sitting with ran out.

Ate a couple of slices of cheese and took a vitamin B-6 supplement(100mg) yesterday evening before bed, so I was diappointed that I only remember a fragment of one dream from last night:

I'm in my truck in what looks like a suburban setting. A friend of mine is in another truck close by. We're on our way to the same destination. As I'm getting ready to turn right and drive down this one street, I see my friend take another route. I look toward where he is going, see that it's a shorter route and cut through a gas station parking lot in an effort to get ahead of him. I pull out to the right and get in the left turn lane at a traffic light. I look in my rearview mirror for my friend, don't see him and realize he has taken a different route.
The light changes and I make the left turn, driving across a bridge that spans a small river or canal. Once on the other side, I make a left turn and follow the road, looking to see which way my friend went. It's slow going because there are cars in front of me and one of them is driving really slow. Eventually, though, I see the road my friend had taken (a straight shot with no traffic lights) and realize he is now way ahead of me.

Warning... There is a drug reference here...

This is the second dream I remember of this night. It was quite nightmare-ish, actually. I'm terrified of needles. That might be a nice aid to your reading 'experience'... Hehehe

Well, I was walking to my maths classroom, which also happened to be an IT (computer) classroom. The blue line in the top left is the door. The brown block iis the teacher's podium. The green is the chairs, the white is the tables, and the grey is the floor. The pink cirle is where I sit. Other markings will be explained later. I hope the diagram helps!!

I walked into my classroom. Like most students, they like to mess around a lot. As I walked in, the person sitting where the yellow circle is asked me if I wanted to have some water. I told him that I didn't really, but he said that I looked thirsty, so I took a tiny sip, and walked to the pink circle, my seat. What seemed like only two minutes later, and everybody in the room was talking about drugs and injecting themselves! I wanted to get as far away as possible, so I put up my had to tell the teacher that I wanted to leave the room. She ignored me, so I went round to where the purple hexagon is and curled up in a ball, trying to stay as far away from the table as I could without sitting on the teacher's stuff. I then realised that the drug must have also been in my drink. I wondered if it was addictive, and what the side effects are. Most of my class were acting loopy, but then again they do that a lot.

Not too long later, the teacher asked what was wrong. I asked if I could talk to her outside for a moment, and she went outside. Everybody was talking about somebody who had died because of the drugs he had taken, and how it was quite common for people to die if they took this drug. Outside of the classroom, the teacher also injected herself. I decided to just get my bag on the way out and run home. I tried to keep my arms as close to my body as I could on the way through the classroom, because I wasn't wearing anything over my arms, and I tried to walk straight down the middle of the classroom, but on the way out, the person at the red star grabbed my arm, looked up at me, smiled in a scary way and then I felt a prick. I couldn't see a needle anywhere but I knew I was being injected. I pulled my arm away and hit the person in the face (hehehe) and then I woke up.

No nap, some red vine, bed at 22.30, didn't fall asleep untill much later.

first fragment at 2.20am - I was "on the other side of the river" - I feel like it was not ment literaly

second fragment at 4.05 am - I was in a summer camp for LD-ing
at 6am - also something about camp for lucid dreaming

third fragment at 7.50am - I was in Liguria, Italy

Oct.22, Sunday, no nap, some beer, bed at 11pm, woke up from a dream at 5.30am.

I was with some friends looking for a new place with help of a realtor;

Then I'm giving a ride to some girls, but one of them is driving, because we were going down some steep hill and I didn't want to drive that way. We arrive to town and I drop them of in front of store called Target. But they forget to give me my keys, so I follow them through some security checkpoint, which is no longer to the store, but to the cruise ship. To my surprise, I get through without any problem.

Another dream at 7.48am - again with some unpleasant people from my past.

I had two dreams on this day. The first was about a holiday. My brother, dad and I all got out of our car, and it was significantly cooler outside. The breeze was quite refreshing. We were parked next to a long field. It looked quite healthy, and the sun was up and everything was sweet! We had to walk across the field, where there was a gap in the trees. Through the gap, there was a courtyard type street, with a small swimming pool and small wooden shed, which happened to be a shop. We didn't go in, but the door was open and we could see that the man was old, and selling inflatables, which were dusty and bleached by the light coming through the window. There was also a hotel, which dad said was ours.

On the inside, it was more like an apartment, with a reception and everything was square, and business like. We went up two flights of stairs, each with a painting on the wall on the way up. Both the paintings were the same, and the first floor was exactly the same as the ground floor. On the second floor, though, there was three doors leading to bedrooms. Two on the left corridoor, and one at the end. The corridoor was really short, though. Probably only about three or four meters long.

We went into our room, and dad started unpacking. My brother and I were looking around our room, which had one bed, and a desk. Two women came in, wearing suits. They must have been between twenty and twenty five, and one of them was black. They asked if my brother and I would like to come and hang out with them whilst dad unpacked. Ross decided to stay, but I went. They had the room that was at a right angle to ours. They had a double bed at the far side of the room, and on the left they had a desk with a laptop on it. There was a table to the right, which one of the women sat on. There was a window behind the table, and next to the bed was a fold up mini trampoline.

We talked about the trampoline, and then I went on the trampoline, and that's as far as I can remember.

My mind was too tired to give me a lucid, and I tried a bit too hard I guess. My mind gave me very chaotic dreams pieced together from loads of different details, I suspect I wasn't asleep very heavily. My conscious missed so many cues and dream signs when I woke up I felt like slapping myself.
I faintly remember two dreams though:

First Dream:
We were playing badminton, me, my brother, my dad, my mum, my sister, my sister's friend and her mum. I'm usually good at it, so I expected to win in a team that consisted of me, my brother and a random guy. However, I found I couldn't even hit the shuttle, and they quickly won 30:4 although I counted their points to be around 8. I got pissed off and went to my mum's and dad's Halal restaurant (we don't own a Halal restaurant and we're Catholic in real life) and complained, but they just told me to go away. Since it was time for my next school lesson (turned out the badminton was in PE), I grabbed my trumpet case and walked out, but then realised that it had to trumpet in it. A girl walked up to me and opened her case with my trumpet and gave it to me. I took out her mouthpiece and gave it back to her, asking how she got my trumpet, to which she replied something I can't remember. She walked away.

Second Dream:
Same setting, my front garden in Poland. A very noisy rubbish truck was on my lawn driving towards the gate. My dad got a motorbike and followed it, my brother got like a bicycle-motorcycle thing and got on it, and he held a bicycle next to it so that I could keep up with them by being pulled by my brother. We pulled up to the right of the guy, who was black with sunglasses and a cigarette. I saw that somehow traffic lights were installed on the gate to my house.
Finally, the gate opened and we drove out. The guy went left, we followed him. He sped off into the distance along with my dad on his motorcycle, me and my brother had a bit of trouble keeping balance. In the middle of the road we fell off, and both laughed. When we got back on and reached the crossroads of the next street, there was no sign of the rubbish truck left, just my dad, and he told us a joke which I thought I had heard before. My brother found it funny.
Then we drove up to the church on that street, although irl it does not exist, and we went inside. We navigated the various pews, tables and confessionals until we found a table that was empty. My brother told me to sit down at it, so I did, while he sat in the pew in front with an old woman.
Then the mass began and something happened, I don't know what, but it boosted me to a level of lucidity.
The church suddenly disappeared in a blue matrix-like pattern, and I could see my brother's face saying that we finally made it to lucidity. I flew across a space, then lost my lucidity again: it was a very unstable dream all along.
Then there was something with a Rihanna video, and then something about Doctor Who and computer programs and my friends, but I can't remember what.

The End

I had this dream last night, I'm late to record, here's what I can remember.
I was in a zombie takeover, the few remaining survivors had gathered in wal-mart. We needed AA batteries for some reason and ammunition for the few guns we had, which I distinctly remember were mine, I provided them.
A female survivor tells me all the AA batteries in the main battery aisle have been used up. We'll have to sneak some from the front. We quietly walk to the front by the registers, and find one of those battery kiosks. I grab one of the big packs and say something akin to "glad that's over with."
We then head to the back to get the ammunition, I had to remind her of this and as we're heading to the back of the store, the dream ends.