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So I managed to become lucid somehow a few days ago. I wanted to ride a dragon, so I tried to make Toothless from How To Train Your Dragon (love that movie so much ) appear, but I couldn't. Fail # 1. I thought maybe Wes, who was walking around nearby, could help. When he tried to make a dragon appear, he had about as much luck as me. Fail # 2. I think later on in the dream, though, after I had lost lucidity, I rode a dragon.

Last night, I was wearing some crazy kind of robot suit. It was like I was piloting a Transformer. There were huge guns in the arms and all sorts of stuff. A bunch of other people were walking around in costumes. I climbed a tree and found a pink toy bear.

Dream after that, me and the rest of the school band were walking around a store. I found a giant cookie and bought it.

This one is an older dream before my WILD.

I was in a house and it was a party (i always seem to be at a party....no idea.. must be a dream sign) the inside of the house was sort of dark wooden flooring it looked large and expensive the room i was in, i went down a wooden corridor to see some guys fighting - i broke them up and a friend of mine walked out of the bathroom and took them both away, i then opened a door and entered a sort of wierd changing room which was mainly grey stone with blue tiled walls.
I saw my dad and his head was bleeding and he was really pale just staring into nothing i ran up to him and grabbed him in my arms to stop him falling. Horrified i managed to get him back into the corridor where there were people that took him to safety, i said i will go take a look at what happened.

When i went back in it was no longer a changing room but a warehouse with loads of shelves of boxes stacked high and random items on the floor, i had a friend with me, 2 massive looking guys started to run at us, i realised these must have done something to my dad and i was filled with rage, i ran at them and hit one in the face.
He unsheathed a katana and started slashing at me dodging his blows i ran away to find myself a weapon.
I found 2 curved blades on the floor, like giant boomerangs but more curved. i ran back and attacked him again, his katana sliced through my weapons as i ran away again. my friend was in a forklift as he pushed a bos to try to block the guy chasing me.
I ran and realised id left my friend behind. i ran back and he was gone. the 2 guys were standing behind me again, i hit one in the face and they grabbed my arms and slammed me onto a box, they got out a tool of some sort like a drilling type of thing.

I used all my might and i felt something in me and i screamed and everything went so bright it was like i was staring into the sun, the whole room was shaking with this brightness and i woke up.

A fragment:
I was in gamestop and the guy behind the counter gave me a free copy of street fighter for the 3DS (I haven't even played a street fighter game before).

im sitting in my living room watching TV, there is no one else around me, i look to my right to see what appears to be a black hole on the wall next to me, i raise my hand up and put it near the spot and saw my fingers get pulled in and warped, it begins to gain strength and my hand is pulled in, no matter how hard i try i cant pull them out, eventually my entire arm is inside it, i look around but no one is there to help me. after a few minutes of trying, i finally manage to get my arm out, i then walk upstairs and, oddly, begin to write a dream journal of this exact dream when i wake up in my bed.

This is one of my usual brief encounters with the lucid world.
All that happened was I walked into my bedroom and immediately said out loud "I am dreaming!" I became happy and walked to the kitchen where I spun around a few times which was a bad choice because my dream body became groggy and I pretty much faded into a regular dream right after.

Okay, i must admit that i did not have high expectations, about writing a Dream Journal. But now I am convinced strengthen that part of my mind that recall these dreams. So i finally made a login, so i could use this site. When it comes to LD, and my engagement in learning to master this fascinating skill, ill be honest with you when i say, that have never been this eager to learn anything ever, until i stumbled across the idea on-line. For fun i typed in "Dream Sharing" since i was so mind blown, by the concept of creating your own dream universe. It was the first time i met with the words Lucid Dreaming. After that I spent days, searching for the right techniques and methods to approach and learn this. The first thing that came up was "FORUM!" always visit forums when you want to learn about something new of your interest. So i went on this site and read almost everything there was for me to read, and we're talking all the basic beginner stuff, induction techniques, meditation, mantras, but the most important step seemed to be the Dream Journal, as it would enhance my ability to recall my dreams and "train" my "dream muscle" reading it and ponder each dream, would be exercising this so called "dream muscle". So i finally decided to keep track of my dream experiences.

One of the most exhilarating thing about lucid dreaming for me, would be that you spent nearly 1/3 part of your life sleeping, and that you somehow can take part of this through lucid dreaming. I certainly hope that i will one day master this skill to its perfection.

Dream #1:

M, J, and K are in a soccer league. M + J's team is playing K's team. K's team is winning. M is goalie, J is something like a defender. I am watching from the sideline, but on M + J's side of the field. I am on M's right. The goals are close to the corners of the field, and are tilted at an angle. M + J's goal is on the opposite side of the field from me. The field is divided into zones, and you can only hit the ball in one certain way, depending on what zone you're in. M is not doing a good job of staying near the goal, and the other team keeps scoring.

Later, I am goalie in a different game. A couple of balls get past me, and I look at the back of the goal. There's a little poster, the size of a regular piece of printer paper, which is white with a picture in the center of the top half, and a quote on the bottom half. The picture is of a dejected-looking robot, who also looks kind of wimpy. The quote is something like, "We're hanging on - that's all we can say." It's supposed to look like someone on our team said that, but I suspected that the other team just made it up.


Dream #2:

Mr. K asks me what my favorite piece of music is. I am taken aback. I tell him I have three candidates. I then adjust this number to four. I start thinking, trying to narrow it down. I throw out the piece that I thought of that made me change the number of candidates to four, which was something by Beethoven but I don't know what. Then, I say, "My third favorite piece is Beethoven's string quartet no. 14." I feel kind of guilty saying that it's my third favorite, because it used to be my #1 favorite. Next, I say that my second favorite piece is Messiaen's Twenty Gazes on the Infant Jesus. I notice that he is typing on a computer (which I don't think was there before). The screen is pointed away from me, but I can see the keyboard, so I watch him type and figure out that he's typing the name of the Messiaen piece, but in French. He has to backspace a lot, but he finally gets it. I tell him, "If you want to buy it, you should get Peter Hill, Roger Muraro, or Nigel Simeone." I get confused, because Nigel Simeone never recorded it. So I say, "You know what? Just get the Muraro. And watch out for Yvonne Loriod's recording. She was Messiaen's wife, so she knows the piece better than anyone, and it's a good recording, but the sound is bad." I was going to tell him that my #1 favorite piece was Messiaen's opera St. Francis, but the dream ended.



Dream #3:

J is at Brandon's birthday party. He is eating pizza. B+T show up. I want pizza, but J eats it all. First, he eats what's left of the sausage pizza, which I wasn't interested in, then, I see pepperoni and reach for a slice, but he grabs both the remaining slices before I can get one. Then, I see a canadian bacon pizza and decide that I will have to settle for that, but he scoops up all the slices. It was a thin crust pizza, cut into tiny little squares, so he just grabs the five or six squares that were left. I ended up not getting any pizza.



Dream #4:

Something about a lava lamp. It had red, blue, yellow, green, purple, and orange little lava things, but the purple and orange dominated.



Dream #5:

My sister and I are at an outdoor celebration. Someone is giving a speech, and I am supposed to launch a rocket at the end of it. The rocket launcher is out on the lawn, and the button is on a wooden table with a lot of wires on it. The button is red, coming out of a green little stand. I accidentally knock the button over, and it rolls off the table. The cord doesn't allow it to fall all the way to the ground. I pick it up by the cord and start to put it back on the table, but the cord brushes against another wire on the table, and this triggers the rocket. I look over at the rocket. There is a red explosion, which doesn't seem to have any purpose, then a white explosion which launches the rocket. It only goes up about 15-20 feet, then falls back down. Since it was in the middle of the speech, people are confused and start clapping a little.

Later, my sister and I are looking for a little v-shaped nail. She finds it in a sandbox, but it is too small for her to pick up. I bend down and grab it, but as soon as I move it, ants start pouring out of where it used to be. I tell my sister to move, but she is laughing and looking at something. I keep telling her to move or the ants will get her, and finally she moves, but she doesn't seem too concerned about the ants. I realize that the whole time I was trying to get her to move, I was standing right in the middle of all the ants, so I retreat and start brushing them off. However, every time I brush them off, more start crawling up my legs! I get into this pattern of taking several steps away from the anthill, then brushing my legs off, but I never can get far enough away that they stop coming.

I was holding a Mountain Dew and I decided to put a spider in there. It floated, but I wanted it to sink. I blew on it repeatedly, but it just didnt sink. So I put another spider in there. Both spiders where brown recluses. I blew on that one to, but alas it did not sink. Both spiders where moving around and gradually died. I kept trying to get them both to sink tho. I did not sink them. The dream ended.

If mom heard about this dream she would call me a spider killing hero.

So I remember my big sister Ken coming in and crying. I talked to her about that. I also saw that her hair was on fire. She told me that while in this passage with some other people and her friends, she fell of her horse and got stepped on. Ouch. The reason her hair was on fire was because there were torches along the walls that shone blue fire.

One of my friends shortly after invited me to go to the same passage; except, I think I would ride on a horse with him. I think this "passage" was some sort of game, and if you got through it, you won.

So I went with him along with his other friends on horses. We were racing through the passage. I remember seeing our horse. I wasn't looking from my own eyes.

That's all I remember.

I was in my basement. The dog cages where still behind the couch from the tornado warnings the other day. Faith was eating out of a dog bowl by the cages. Not to long later I found cody eating outa the bowl with her. This is bad because two years ago Faith nearly killed Cody and since then we keep one of them locked up at a time and switch them out throughout the day. I got scared and saw that cody undid the side of his cage, what a smart dog. I nearly panicked and I yelled for dad to come help me, he ran downstairs and grabed faith and I got hold of cody and walked him over to his cage. I vaugly remember doing a failed nose plug reality check. The dream ended.

In an episode of "House" I'm riding around with house and cuddy as they make amends to people that they've wronged. I am standing with them on somebody's front porch. It's a light green house with a white door. The door has a brass door knocker in the center of it about 6 feet up. Cuddy and House are arguing about who is going to talk and what they are going to say. The door opens and a bald, fat, bearded man with a wifebeater and a shotgun. He yells. We scream and run. I hear the shotgun being fired at us.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was in a cafe that looked more like a small deli. The space was really tight, although the store seemed to extend pretty far back. There was one narrow area that tiered up a meter or so to a narrow platform. Then there were stairsteps down to a very narrow back area with a drinks display refrigerator. Beside the narrow platform there was some kind of buffet style sevice area, with a cash register at the end, near the front of the store.

My friend R was in the cafe, sitting at some small table around a corner (?) at the back end of the platform area. I might have been surprised to meet him here, but I may also have been scheduled to meet him here.

R may have been finished eating. He had at least gotten his food. I was kind of ashamed that I was so slow that I hadn't even picked up my food yet. I needed to get food. R said something like he'd wait for me to get my food and then leave.

I was definitely thinking of a specific kind of food. I think desserts were the main thing served here. But I got an image in my head of a white cake box with a small turkey or whole cornish game hen in it.

I looked at the drinks display case for a moment, then I went to the cashier. Space felt pretty weird. Sometimes I felt like I stood higher than the cashier. Other times I felt like I didn't feel like I could order, receive, or pay for my food. I felt like my ineptitude might have been annoying the cashier. But she was remaining polite and smiling the whole time.

Dream #2

I was in a restaurant with my friend H. Another woman was following us. The woman was A, a girl who works at a cafe I go to all the time.

The restaurant was apparently a fine restaurant. But it looked kind of like a big living room in an ordinary, suburban house, filled with dining tables. The windows were smallish and high up on the walls, giving the sense that this place was sunk down a little into the ground. Everything had a blue-grey light. The carpet may have been blue. The restaurant was full of people, mostly older people.

H and I had been sitting at one table, but the girl A had followed us there. So now we'd been moved to another table. But A followed us there as well. Our table was a long table, maybe made for four or six people. A sat at a table for two which was connected with another table for two by a wooden, bench-style seat. That table was at right angles to ours, and A sat with her back to H and I.

I may have seen all of this as if I were looking at it from outside my body. I may have been wearing a round-brimmed hat, like I wore in college.

Upset that A was following us again, I decided to leave the restaurant. I managed to get H and I up and out of the restaurant at a time when A wasn't looking. We were gone, but my view remained in the restaurant.

A waitress came up to serve A. The waitress was Asian and wore a black shirt and black oants. A asked the waitress who I was and where I was going.

I probably now saw from A's point of view. She was walking along some portico area made of stone or concrete and brick. She kept passing all these clothing stores and other stores. Some of the stores were set into the brick wall. Others were on the opposite side, the open air side, of the portico, between the columns, apparently in thin air. Other stores were just signs standing up on polished metal poles.

The stores were all also like apartments. The quality of the clothes in each store indicated the quality of the apartment. A (I still saw through her eyes) was looking through all these stores to find out which one indicated the apartment I lived in.

As she did this, she had a thought-conversation with a woman who seemed to be an older, guiding figure in her life. I'd occasionally see the woman's face fading before A's view, like a ghostly double-exposure on a photo.

A finally walked past one store which didn't look like a store at all. It actually looked like the sliding doors of an elevator, except made out of pale wood. The doors were also almost 3 meters tall. There were some words in gold or bronze lettering that gave the name of the store, some store for really good men's suits. This, A assumed, was where I lived, or that this was the clothing store that indicated what kind of apartment I live in.

A was now convinced that I was some kind of billionaire. I don't think her plan was right away to follow me into this store, which now, at least, actually did lead to my apartment. I think she planned to come up with some way to blackmail me or trick me into being with her so she could have my money.

But then A (I still seeing through her eyes) saw a man standing in the doorway of the store, as if the doors swung open instead of sliding open. The man was white, about average height, a little stocky, but muscly. He had close-shaved hair on his head and a little stubble on his face. He wore a brown or grey blazer, a green, button-up shirt, and blue jeans.

The man may have been inviting A into the store. I think that A now figured that she would go into the store and try to find my apartment.

I'm in my house and there's a Chinese family outside. Most of the family is in a van but the father is walking around outside the house. Someone (M?) went to get them food from a Chinese place. The father keeps walking around and looking in the windows and I keep hiding behind the couch and ducking down really low.

hmmm i seem tired , litle sick and cant seem to remember my dreams atm =(


thats all i can say.



karli

I lay in my bed and thought ill give it another go - i sat and stayed aware using my very very low volume music as an anchor.
I felt sleep paralysis start to take over my body and eventually i removed my earphones and turned onto my side.
I was looking at the images inside my head and i saw myself flying above snow - i felt myself going deeper into the image and realised i was beginning to WILD - the exitement started to pull me away from the image, i tried to get deeper into the image and i knew it was happening, as i felt myself go through the transition i mantra'd "lucid dream" "lucid dream" i then felt myself slam into the snow on the floor, i looked at my hands and said "holy fucking shit i just WILDed" "im lucid so lets do something" i opened my palm facing a small mound of snow and charged an energy ball causing an explosion, then i smashed through a massive pile of snow flying through the air but i was too excited and felt myself waking up, i spun around to teleport but felt my eyes opening.

I then decided to try and re-WILD and closed my eyes and sucessfully re entered the dream.

i forgot what happened after this but i guess it was cool cause i lost my WILD virginity.


edited i recalled missing fragments of the dream