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Well my first lucid dream was really just luck I just happen to notice that what was happening didn't feel quite right and got lucky I guess.

Well while it was just a normal dream i was riding an ATV when I hit a gigantic bump and actually caught air and when i came back down i noticed that i didn't feel the ATV hit the ground this is when i noticed i was dreaming. The next thing i knew i was surrounded by a black void and my dream changed now i was outside of a school. i walked into the school and then thought about trying to use dream control after several tries my dream started to fade and collapse and there was no hope for saving it and i soon woke up.

Non-lucid, Lucid, [Commentary made while awake]

Night of May 20-21

I'm in the upstairs bedroom of a house. Built into one wall is the entrance to a long slide, which I go down. The first part of the slide is plastic, tubular, and constantly curves back and forth in random directions. After a bit, the plastic tube slide connects smoothly to another section of slide, this one made of polished, light-colored wood. The wooden portion of the slide turns through 90-degree corners in between straight runs, and it goes through a series of spacious rooms that are made of the same light wood.

Later, I'm back in the upstairs bedroom again, with some other people who want to go down the slide. I describe to them what the slide is like.

Night of May 21-22

I'm in the main hallway that runs through the middle of my church. There are tables lined up in the hallway, and I'm sitting behind one of them. Other people from my church are sitting behind the other tables. We're all talking to each other about the church activities we do. [This was all day residue. This dream was essentially a replay of what I had just done that day in real life at our church's spring talent festival. I count this dream as further evidence in favor of the hypothesis that dreams are produced when your brain is recording the day's experiences in long-term memory.]

[I had a lucid dream in the next cycle, but I've forgotten a lot of the details. The following paragraphs contain what I do remember of that dream.]

I realize I'm dreaming and think, Oh, cool. I'm dreaming. That means I can do anything I want to. I find myself in a rectangular room in which all the walls are full-length mirrors. I look at my reflection and notice that I have my long hair and bangs again [which was the hairstyle I had for most of my life until last October], and that my bangs are chopped off all unevenly, with little sections that end in different lengths. I either exercise, or just think about, two or more of the dream abilities I've already learned [I'm not really sure, because I don't remember this part very well], and then I decide to try an ability I've never tried before: changing my appearance.

I close my eyes and visualize what I want my reflection in the mirror to look like when I open them: I want to see myself as an old woman, with my hair gray, but still long. I open my eyes, only to find that it didn't work. My reflection still looks the same as it did before. The thought of trying to shapeshift into some kind of animal crosses my mind, but I decide not to because no animal that I particularly want to turn into comes to mind.

[Different dream, later in the night.] I'm visiting my boss's house, which is huge and very nice. My boss gives me a very kind, generous compliment about my after-school teaching. He says something along the lines of, “You're a great teacher. You treat them like people.” [“Them” meaning the students.] I'm very flattered.

I go outside my boss's house. There is a small, private jet parked outside. A group of people I know and I are about to leave on a trip somewhere in the jet. Before we leave, I decide to go and use the portable restrooms that are located on the opposite side of the grassy field I'm in. One of them is a standard portable restroom, and the other is bigger and wider; it was removed from a commercial airplane, I know. [It made sense in the dream.] I can't get into either of them, though, because my mom is blocking the entrance to them. She tells me that I can't come in because P. is in the restroom right now.

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Side notes:

In real life, I have two jobs, each with a different boss. The boss who appeared in my dream was not the one from my after-school teaching job; he was the one from my office job. It makes sense, though, in a sideways kind of way, that Office Boss would compliment me on my teaching in a dream. Two things that I know I really, deeply want are for my teaching efforts to be appreciated and for Office Boss to like me. I think my mind just combined the two desires and had Office Boss express appreciation of my teaching. (Office Boss has seen me teach in real life, but only once.) This dream, and the one I had on March 26 about being hired for that one job (which I did not get hired for in real life, by the way), lead me to this observation: Sometimes, when you really, really want something to happen in real life, your mind will grant you your desire in a dream.

Cool, my first attempt at forging. It was unsuccessful, but I'm not really surprised. I'm looking forward to continuing to work on that skill.

I begin to understand why we have a thread devoted to pictures “for daily lucid inspiration.” Lucid dreaming is beginning to feel routine and unremarkable, even when I'm in a lucid dream. It felt that way in this one. My initial excitement about the phenomenon has worn off. Now I see why one would want a source of daily lucid inspiration.

IWL, I have been looking for house. In doing so, I always take an interest in the garden. Sometimes you can snag a cutting or some seeds.

Last night I had more vivid dreams for the third night in a row, but I've been tired, so my recollection is week.

I dreamed I was looking at some houses, but not to buy. One was my brother's, though it was a made up home just for my dream.
There were some others I was looking at as well, but they belonged to people; they weren't up for sale.

I was looking at my brother's house a little jealous, turned around, then tried to walk around a little pond or lake and slipped in on my back.
I was really disturbed by this. It hurt my feelings to fall in. I got out and never really felt wet, but I forgot what happened when I got out.

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There was a cat either in the same dream, or in a dream skip. I forget everything else about that dream.

I've been working 11 hour days plus home work, otherwise I would log my dreams earlier.

No dreams from friday night on account of the fact that I don't even remember what I did while I was awake friday night.

Last night I remember three not-so-detailed dreams
1: I was adopting a neopet from someone, but the pet was two socks that had been made out of seaweed. When I was adopting the pet the water conditions were not right (read: pH and temperature) so the pet didn't evolve correctly, but I happened to like the messed up one better.

2: I was going to some event in downtown LA and so I was staying in a hotel there. I was really excited because then I could go to Little Tokyo and get yummy japanese food. There were a bunch of details about my excursions that I remembered, but then I fell back asleep and couldn't remember them.

3: I was talking to this girl on a facebook inbox. We usually recommend indie music to each other. She sent me a message saying "You should check out Taylor Swift and Eminem". It was weird because that is the opposite of the music we usually send, + obviously, being a teenager, I know who they are already.

Lucid Thrift Store

I'm in some kind of thrift store, which is a regular living room but with a rack of clothes. I see Heather's new clothes she bought for her birthday the other day (in real life) on top of the rack.

She wouldn't donate those, I think. I am instantly lucid. The dream is difficult to connect with for whatever reason. I rub my hands together for stability but realize I have mittens on. I remove them and try again.

I sit on the floor for a moment, thinking of what I want to do in a dream. I try to recall my goals.

An eastern women is at a cash register and is doing a little dance. It is very simple but she acts very proud, as if it took her months to perfect it. She looks over to me and offers me acid after she's done.

I close my eyes and she places a tab of acid on my tongue (I "know" this happened, but didn't actually feel it occur.) Suddenly my body is knocked from a sitting position to my head on the floor. I lose lucidity.

The dream spins into a different room, a different scene:


Dylan Returns

I am in my ex-beloved's living room (not a replica of real life at all). It has very nice hardwood floors which I admire. We are hanging out, catching up. He offers to bring me to the ATM with him or something.

We are in his car. I ask if he has his license and he responds that he doesn't. He goes through the ATM and we drive somewhere else.

We are now on a beach. He is tattooing Bart Simpson onto my foot. I look at my foot a lot and think of how sketchy the lines are and if I'll regret this.

I have a discussion with someone else on the beach of how stupid water shoes are.

Sorry i havn't posted in a while; my dream recall went down the drain for a while...
anyway, back to the dream!
i was back at my brother's graduation ceremony. After all the speeches were over, i saw my brother start walking away. Everyone except me and him disappeared. We were suddenly outside, and it was getting dark. I started to run after my brother, who was walking away. My legs wouldnt work. I found myself standing alone in the dark in the middle of a huge feild, watching my brother leave.

Non-Lucid
(Side Notes)

( May 20th, 2011 - I have to say this dream is extremely scattered and pretty annoying to read. I remembered very little so I just blabbered on and on trying to fit some things together.)




I remember in one, I was on an Island (not like a remote island in the middle of nowhere. More like...A place like Hawaii..) part of it, I remember chasing the Backstreet Boys down a street and hugging Howie, then I screamed “ I'm fat Nick, so slow down.” even though he wasn't far ahead. Sarcastic humor ftw! They laughed then Nick turned around, wrapped his arms around me and picked me up to twirl me in a hug. He even said I love you! I think it happened twice in my twice that I hugged Howie and Nick. They walked under a bridge and disappeared. There was a group of people on some sort of stands to my right and one girl asked who they (BSB) were and I just sang “Backstreet's Back, Alright!”

At some point, I was standing line with a bunch of girls and we were attempting to sing and do the dance to everybody. I sang badly and the girls next to me barely sang and we failed. I ended up hurting my knee somehow and I was laying on the ground with a bunch of people around me; one guy holding my knee in place so I couldn't hurt it more. I remember crying and asking where the ambulance was but they said something about being too far on the island for one to come so we waited for a helicopter or a boat...idk...someone landed on my knee at some point and people laughed. Kind of happy that finally in my dreams, people help me and worry when I get hurt instead of ignoring me like they used to in em.

I had a school related dream and I don't remember a lot at all.

In another, I was with some kid and I think he had the hots for me...don't remember a whole lot except for laying on my stomach on the floor and wondering if he was going to..do my butt... By that point, I had walked to a door cuz he had to check on some kids and his father was coming and we wanted to get the kids to greet him. I stood in the doorway and remember screaming something like “hey all you beautiful blonde kids, go have fun!” and some girl smiled and idk... then we went outside with neighbors so his dad wouldnt catch me and yeah..


I REMEMBER RYAN FROM CELTIC THUNDER WAS IN ANUDDER DREAM! It was some big room with a bunch of table desks..I was walking around outside and there was a “vending” machine by the entrance with cigarettes sticking out and I picked one but someone with me said no cuz they wanted to check and see if it was a good one...then I picked another and it like...exploded in my face or the tobacco shit from inside got in my face so I went back through the room, to a door that lead to stairs. I went down one flight. Took a short left and down another until I found a bathroom called “Men” and idk why I entered but I did. Two stalls, very narrow, small sink to the left. I went to the sink as a girl came out of the left stall and she was black..very gross floor cuz there was urine and poop on it. I washed my face off then left... saw a “teacher” standing infront of all the table desks and we had these little pamphlets we were suppose to write in a bout a certain country and I wanted Ireland but they said something like “Oh it's taken” or some shit about me not being from there. I wanted to see Ryan but Ic ouldn't so I just..left.. then I was outside by lahouts here in lincoln and it was dark, deserted, and wet outside. It was suddenly chrismas eve with no snow and I guess it was a tradition to play outside at night as a kid the day before christmas..weird shit...I wanted to lay and cry and wait for Ryan so I sat in a chair near the steps. A woman close by started screaming and I looked and saw a kid (about 7-9 years old) jumping into a stroller and attacking a baby. The mom started crying and I did too..then people from nearby started running up to them to help...I walked across the street to where that mall shit is and waited until I saw mom walk out with a container in her hands with yummy food and she walked across to the mall parking lot and...yeah..then it ended..


I almost had a lucid dream. I remember laying in bed and I had my eyes partially closed but I could see my room and I was seeing weird shit as if I was slipping into a dream. I kept slipping in and out and I remember recording with my camera and feeling cool that I was controlling that shit....I am pretty sure it was a false awakening as I honestly thought I was awake and shit LOL.

I had a Spider-man dream. I'm not sure how lucid I was, or if I was at all. But I remember web zipping and web swinging around the huge oak tree near my house.

Incredible Hulk dream. I was at this area that had several large lakes connected to eachother, and I had the powers of Hulk. I was running around smashing the ground, and moon jumping. I jumped into a lake, and I was going to fight alligators, but the dream ended.

Slayer Dream. I was with slayer, and some other girl, and we were riding on electric bikes. I distinctly remember calling him by his real name.

Acatalephobic dream. Acata was over my house, and she wanted me to go bike riding. My bike had to flat tires, but I decided to go anyway. She was faster than me, so I just followed her around most of the time

Non-Lucid
(Side Notes)


May 19th, 2011 - I will try my best to remember my dream. I am not capable of remembering full things so I can have loads of paragraphs on it, but I can have minor bits and pieces that will help improve my memory and dream recall. These are in no specific order unless I state so.


I remember being in a hotel room and Mom telling me she got me an Agent of some sort and that I was going to meet them in a few days to discuss possible acting gigs. There was a paper with a line I had to practice but I can not remember what it was. I do remember at some point saying “I'll be waking up soon anyways. This is just a dream!” or something along those lines, but I did not become lucid. It then skipped a bit to where I was in some sort of psychiatric hospital ( more like the psyh. ward in a prison.) I think I was originally supposed to be shooting a scene or meeting with some big wigs because of the Agent mom got me previously, but that changed. If I remember correctly, I had a white t-shirt on under some sort of button-up smock of a dark greenish color ( like the strong-hold clothes they make suicidal people wear at the hospital in Concord) and pants made of the same thick material. A guard who was dressed in a uniform that resembled deputies in small country towns (greenish colored) were about with batons/night-sticks. There were two different executions going on but I am not sure if they were jokes or not though I did get the sense in my dream that they were joking. I had to use the bathroom so I headed to the communal one and I remember being in a narrow stall going pee-pee. Some random people were leaving as I went. I started feeling tired in my dream as I usually do when I am close to waking up. A guard with blonde hair twirling a night-stick came in to see why was taking so long. He almost resembled a semi-younger version of Anthony Michael Hall, but a pointier nose like Patrick Wilson's. It took me a couple minutes to wipe myself because I was weak and tired. At that point, another guard – a black one – came in and was about to open the side of the stall but I screamed:

“Don't come in, I'm naked!” As a joke

I flushed the toilet then waltzed out of the stall and yelled “free ballin” . I was fully clothed and magically wearing some sort of black spandex type pants. The black guard left and the other one watched as I washed my hands. I think he made a few cracks about taking too long to rinse my hands and about taking too much paper towels which was when I said I liked to use a lot. I remember talking to him about not remembering much about why I was there and I think he thought I was a tranny because he was talking about something....and motioning to his neck as if I had an adam's apple. I said something like

“Well I can't remember a whole lot due to my accident...” and at that point, we walked down the hall where a few “patients” and a guard were gathered. Someone was wrapped up like a mummy and hanging by their neck. The Guard chopped the persons head off and it rolled to the ground. I remember jumping back and being scared while the guard escorting me continued walking. I had to squeeze between the dead body and patients, then step around the head when a girl screamed “BOO!” and I muttered something like “stop you fucking whore”. I woke up a few minutes later.

Very odd dream indeed. I am really hoping to improve my dream recall and have more vivid dreams because I am really ticked off at the fact that I can only remember small fragments. It's hard describing them that way.

Nonlucid, Lucid, Partially lucid

May 20, '11: I am in a parking lot. Someone is trying to use ESP or telekinesis. I star floating around and say that I am using telekinesis to find my car.
I become lucid and fly away. I find the refrigerator, sort of in the kitchen, but also outside. I decide to look at the back of the fridge to compare with waking reality
The back looks the same as the front.

Nonlucid, Lucid, Partially lucid

May 17, 2011: I am riding a bicycle up the driveway towards the house. I sort of push the bike up the hill, and also sort of riding at the same time, beside the bike.
A large truck drives by and almost hits me. I turn around and throw the bike at the truck. I become lucid, I'm not sure if before or after throwing the bike.

Aware that I'm dreaming, I remember my goal to summon my dream guide. I see my car and decide to have her appear inside it.
I made up some magic chant/song as I stand beside the car. I have a blanket that I am also trying to get rid of, but it is tangled around me.
I open the car door, and there is no one in there. I go around to the other side, state my intention and open the door. Still nothing.

Then I call up to the sky, asking why she won't appear for me. I get no response.
I feel the dream fading but I stop myself from waking by rubbing my hands together. Then I go inside the house. I see a mirror and flip onto my back.

There is no one around. I wish I could be somewhere interesting. Then I eat some food and wake up a bit.

In the kitchen, Dad asks me where a car part is. He says it is called a "boot"-something, because it is shaped like a boot. I tell him I know what part he is talking about, but I haven't seen it recently. I tell him it has probably been moved around with the storage.

I realize I am dreaming again and I think the conversation with Dad probably didn't happen.
I am still in the kitchen. Thirsty, I pick up a glass of raspberry ginger ale and have a drink. It tastes good and refreshing.

There is a man sitting at a computer in a room, listening to a tape recording of some other man talking. I ask him what he is listening to. I can't understand it. I think I know who he is, but when he turns around he has a really big nose.
He pulls out a blue plastic gun to shoot me. I'm like "Ok, fine," and I leave.
In the next room, there are three women studying some kind of science. On of them seems familiar, but I'm not sure if from TV or someone I knew.
She has a big fake horse in her room. I know it is fake, but I ask if it is real anyway. She says no. I tell her she probably can't keep a real horse in here, joking. Then I wake up.

I was in a certain shop, in this shop we talked about the latest in technology and how we could use it to our advantage. It was some shop in a mall, I don't remeber what we were talking about, all I remember is our instructor being extremley laid back when we were supposed to be taught. Then the dream shifted.

I appeared in my room, it look almost exactly the same, UNTIL. I looked out my window and I saw that their was a highway connected to my roof. All the cars were dropping off at the end of my roof. Luckily, I practice a lot of dreaming type excersices in my room, like asking myself if I am dreaming, otherwise I probably wouldn't have recognized this moment. I thought this was very odd and I instantly knew I was dreaming. Here comes the fail part. I didn't bother stabilizing the dream and went straight to creating portals. The portal did ot work and the dream instantly faded and I woke up.

I was watching Zombieland and totally just remembered my dream from last night.
I was in a dark cave or castle or something, and this girl fell off a cliff and hit the ground. She didn't move, so I assumed she was dead. I didn't want to just leave her body there, all exposed and whatnot, so I found some white cloth and submerged it in water, so that when I dropped it, it fell straight down on top of her. After it covered her, she leaned up and tried to breathe in, but the wet cloth was suffocating her. She scrambled frantically to remove the sheet, but each time she got one layer off, there was another underneath. The choking and screaming she made was horrible. Eventually she was dead. That was definitely one of the most f'd up dreams I've ever had.

Fragments of leaving my house and going to some place that looked liek my church.

I was in my bedroom except it was incredibly small. My brother and I were watching some movie in the small room. My dad walked in and he started shouting at me. He said "You better stop watching these movies because you are going to be late for school". I looked at the time and realised I was extremely late for school. I ran into the bathroom and started to brush my teeth but I missed most of the time. I dropped my toothbrush and ran to get dressed. I then went outside and the dream faded.

Realism: 4
Vividness: 7
Daily Residue: No
Lucid Aids: None

EDIT: I forgot to say that I was saying something about forgeting Oden from Macbeth or something like that.