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Dream - Lucid

I was at some weird amusement park. I’m not sure what was going on, it was kind of videogame-esque. I remember seeing characters climbing these ladders to get to the top of something. Some of them kept falling, but would catch a ladder before they hit the ground.

I also remember some type of indoor roller coaster. We were trying to get to a part of the coaster that they were going to use, but decided not to. I knew it was probably a dead end, but we tried anyway. We opened up this passageway that looked like a mouth, and we were going into a throat. We rode the coaster to the end. Sure enough, at the end there was another mouth, but not more tracks. We had reached a dead end. I was wondering how we would get back. I remember the whole time a female voice was guiding the process and making suggestions.

The last thing I remember is watching the roller coaster car exit through the water through a tunnel topped with a flock of cartoon vultures. Their talons formed the tunnel.

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I remember a dream about band camp. I remember being outside. Then something about Ryan and I talking about getting married.

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I was watching myself in 3rd person, but it didn’t look like me. I, however, knew it was me. It was almost like a movie. I was taller with long, black hair. Some of it was pulled back. I was wearing a green dress that reminded me of the 50’s. I was pregnant with Ryan’s baby. Someone was measuring my stomach. I seemed happy. I thought that I had quit smoking by now since I was so far along. The belly looked almost like there was a pillow under my dress.
I then remember going to a gym to work out. I was self-conscious about myself, since I was pregnant. I saw my exposed belly, because I was wearing a sports bra (all of this is still in 3rd person) as I got on a treadmill. Then, I noticed the lady next to me was pregnant too. She had a lot of zig-zagged scars on her belly though. I then knew that she had had a lot of abortions, and the scars were from that.

Then, I was back in 1st person and myself again. I was with Ryan, overlooking what was supposed to be my grandparents’ house. It was overlooking a lake. There was also a walkway from the house that went out into the lake; it looked like it was made out of random floating objects. I recalled a story to Ryan about how my grandparents liked to go out and sit at the end of the walkway, but my grandma had gotten so old, that she couldn’t walk out there anymore, and my grandpa had to carry her. I was very sad as I recalled this, and I cried.

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I was lying in Ryan’s bed. It was morning. I knew I was dreaming, and started to feel myself leave my body, as if I was having an OBE almost. I opened my eyes, and my vision was super distorted; one of my eyes was seeing one perspective and the other eye was seeing something else. It was like…one of my eyes was seeing out of my real eye, and the other out of a dream eye. Holy crap it was weird. That kept happening over and over again. I kept going back “in” my body, and feeling sleep paralysis overcome me, and I would “re-enter” the dream (even though I was already dreaming). I’d get up, and my vision was always distorted. I kept trying to fix it by saying to myself “Detach to your dream body, detach to your dream body…”, but I couldn’t fix my vision.

Then, I remember getting up again in this strange state, with my vision all distorted. I could see my nose at the end of my face, but when I lifted my hands into my field of effed-up vision, I couldn’t see them at all. I did this again at some point soon after this, and tried to poke my finger through my hand. This is where things get real trippy. I saw two sets of my hands; one that looked solid that my finger wouldn’t go through, and then another almost out to the side that was transparent, that my finger would go through. Then, I saw that second set of hands again in a black space. They were merely outlines of hands filled with tiny blue dots. I thought that this was something astral, but I wasn’t sure. The whole thing was very strange.

Then, I remember getting up again, and worrying that I was acting out everything that I was dreaming. Ryan would think I was absolutely crazy. I worried about that for awhile. Then, I remember getting up and Ryan being awake. He pointed to a spot on the bed that looked like poo. He told me I did that. I said really? I did? And he said no, he was just kidding. O_O

Then, I remember being in my strange lucid/whatever the fuck kind of state I was in again. I was trying to leave my “real” body to enter my dream body again. I remember Dr. D, my data analysis teacher being there. I was trying to show her and some other people that I was lucid, that it was a dream, and I could do some really crazy things. I started to phase myself through tons of different surfaces; I remember one being chain-link fence. It felt weird to phase through that. The surfaces appeared one after the other after the other.

I then remember getting a grade sheet back from Dr. D about what I did. There were two grades on there: An A and a B. Next to the A she wrote something about how great of a teacher I was. The B didn’t say anything next to it, but I think it was my grade on how I was phasing through all that stuff.

The weird thing is, I knew I was dreaming in the dream, but I didn't know I was dreaming that I was dreaming...does that make sense? I have no idea what to make of that; I was lucid, but it was a weird state of lucidity. o_O

This whole dream was very mixed up. I had no idea what order things happened in when I woke up.

It took place in a city, and whenever I dream about a city, my brain tells me that it's New York City. I think that's my dream sign, because I dream about cities a lot and I live nowhere near one.

Ryan was there being his Douche-baggy self. He was wearing his black underarmour shirt and tan dress pants that he wore to walk his obnoxious dog. I remember messing around with a music book for bass voice which had been written in with blue ink. I believe that was associated with seeing Ryan.

In another part of the dream, I was selling stuff to some very strange looking people on the street. I remember getting 20 dollars from one person and either 19 or 18 dollars from another. One of the people I sold to looked like a goblin from Harry Potter but it was as tall as I am with it's legs accounting for 80% of it's height. Its arms were the length of mine. He was pretty spindly-lookin' but he was not ungraceful. I don't remember what I was selling at all. After the whole salesman thing, I went to my truck with the intent to give Courtney V a ride. Don't know how she got there. I then realized, "Hey, I don't need to move my truck!" Guess I wasn't going far. Courtney walked away and I walked towards a building. I don't remember what happened next.

In another part of the dream, I was at this beach house and I heard my mom upstairs telling Tom and Noah to stay downstairs and to make smart decisions or something.

I had a dream I was at my grandmas house, which is scary, and there were some people I go to school with there and we were planning what time everyone would get up and I remember talking about how there's two showers.

That's all I remember:/

I've lost a lot of sleep the past few days. 2 hours Thursday night so no dreams. This is from Friday night when I got 5.

I was at ballroom dance classes on the indoor balcony of the hotel I was staying at IRL. This setting was not a perfect rendition of the real thing but it was definitely recognizable. This balcony is on the second floor elevator landing and overlooks the lobby. It's spacious and there are small tables all around. I salsa dance with Kara rather awkwardly. This is strange because I'm a decent dancer... Theres this really good dancer who I think is leading the class. He's foreign but I can't think of his nationality. something European. He's partnered with...Himself?? One of him has a bass voice and one of him has a tenor voice. They sing Bohemian Rhapsody together perfectly in front of like this green screen montage of road scenes. Very strange. I woke up with the song stuck in my head.

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I'm in the subway with my grandmother, I don't remember why, but it was headed to the 11th street. There I saw the girl I had a crush on since 7th grade. She handed me a comb, and said that I would need it. Trust me she says, It's going to come in handy, and you'll need it. I asked how was spring break, we talked for a while in a friendly conversation, there the train stopped, and I was about to exit with her, I saw a man reading on a kindle, Once I walked out I was in a room of a house. My grandmother followed along, and she walked out the door of the strange house, just as I was about to follow her, and the girl closed the door, and locked it. The lights were shut, and began kissing me, as I have began to start making out with her in the dark, I started kissing her neck, she moved away, and started kissing her again, and I felt up her small breasts, and felt her nipples, from then on the dream slowly started fading, as a transparent haze lifting off me, I'm back in reality.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

It was night. I was outside some kind of large building that was shaped like a coliseum but looked more like a modern church or office complex. The walls were glass up through the bottom half of the building. The top half of the building was concrete. The building seemed to be circular.

I was separated by the building by some kind of big lawn and possibly a road. The lawn had a slope down and then a slope back up, at the top of which was the building. I ran down the slope and then across some kind of road.

On the other side of the road was something like yellow tape. I had to cross under the tape.

At some point in time I realized that my brother had gotten a ticket for a Smashing Pumpkins concert, which was taking place in the large building. I had been too slow in getting tickets, and now the event was all sold out.

Somewhere I could sense that there was a huge line of people waiting to head into the building. It seemed to be on a side of the building pretty widely separated from where I was.

I then had a conversation with some man who I couldn't see, and who may not even have been there at all. I was telling him that I actually didn't want to go to the Smashing Pumpkins concert, and that I wasn't looking for a ticket to get into the show. I especially didn't want to wait in line. I explained to the man that I was heading to the building for some other reason.

Dream #2

I was looking at some kind of art work or map or ancient illustration. It was scrawly and full of line-figures and stick-figures, like some of the artwork of Pascale Marthine Tayou.

The more I looked at the art work, the more I came to understand that it was a story about a brother and sister in an Asian royal family.

The brother and sister were in a grove of what I may have thought of as "lime trees," though the fruit of the trees was actually small and yellow, like miniature lemons. The trees were all pretty small, maybe ten feet tall, very trim, and set in very ordered, square plots with a grid or maze of dirt paths between the plots.

The sister was older, maybe eleven or twelve years old. She wore a very traditional looking kimono or robe made of silk and colored yellow and green. She may also have worn some kind of white headdress that rose up high from her forehead. The brother was younger and may have actually been wearing a modern, pale blue polo shirt and pale grey shorts.

The brother and sister were playing a game of hide and seek in the grove of trees. It may have been more like a chasing game than a game of hide and seek. But underlying this game there was some sort of intrigue. The little brother was being made ready for some large responsiblity. But the older sister was trying to keep the brother down, hold him back from the honorable duty.

I now saw the scroll of scrawly drawings again. The grove was there, though somehow the garden now looked more like a radish patch. Radishes may have been visible, as if they were represented as growing above the ground.

I then saw a column of hieroglyphs, with something that looked like a ladder drawn beside it. I may have thought of the hieroglyphs as Egyptian, although there was one glyph of a rabbit's head that looked more like a Mayan (?) glyph.

My eyes scanned up the column of glyphs very closely, and before I knew it, I was climbing up the scrawly ladder drawing beside the glyphs. I kept climbing up and up, trying to discern in the glyphs the story of the brother and sister.

I now looked down. I was incredibly high in the air, far above the garden, which was real again. Below me on the ladder were some of my family members, possibly including my brother, who was right behind me.

The ladder felt very shaky. I thought I was going to fall off of it. The people on the ladder below me may have expressed their need to support me so I didn't fall off the ladder.

Dream #3

I was out on the balcony of some enormous building which was like an office complex and an apartment building combined. The balcony spiraled around the building. It was a concrete ramp, and it kind of reminds me now of the Guggenheim museum.

Off to the side of the ramp were entrances to exhibit-like spaces which were actually offices or working spaces. I may have walked into one of these spaces at one point. I may have realized that this whole building was some kind of huge complex for gifted thinkers.

I was back out on the balcony. The balcony still spiraled, but instead of spiraling along the outside of the building, it seemed to be spiraling along some kind of interior, like the building was o-shaped, with the inside open to the sky, and the balcony running along the inside of the "o" in an upward spiral.

I lay down on my stomach on some kind of concrete bench that allowed me to look down to the next level of the building. I saw a man and a woman walking out of one of the working spaces. This working space had automatic, sliding-glass doors.

As the man and woman walked through the doors, I heard a woman behind and above me tell her male companion, "Oh, look. There they go. Probably on their way to make some kind of huge takeover."

I understood from this that the man and woman were known as financial geniuses. The woman behind me was assuming, with admiration, that the man and woman had been in the working space plotting some kind of huge corporate buyout that would end up being wildly successful. However, I had a feeling that this assumption wasn't true, and that the man and woman were kind of sick of people always assuming this kind of stuff about them.

On a bench tiered down from my bench, a very good-looking man lay on his stomach. He was white, with bronze-tanned skin, curly, red-blonde hair, and blue eyes. He was tall and slimly muscular. He wore khaki shorts and no shirt.

The man was thinking about me. I could read his mind. He was thinking something like, "Well, he's at it again, observing everybody and coming up with insights." But I didn't feel like this was true. I felt like I was just kind of hanging out. And it kind of irked me that people always had to think I was having all these insights. (?????)

The man was attracted to me. He actually thought he could sneak up and lay down beside me on my bench. For some reason I now had a blanket on me as well. He actually came up onto my bench and lay down under my blanket. He then got up as if he were going to lay down right on me. We were both in just our underwear.

I was suddenly feeling really attracted to this guy. This surprised me, since I'm not gay, but it didn't bother me at all. I actually liked the idea. I thought that I might just roll over onto my back so that the guy could lay on me and we could be face to face. I figured that he could rub against me and that we could get each other off that way while we were both still in our underwear.

But the guy didn't give me enough time. He lay on me while I was still on my stomach. So he was on my back. But he lay on me so that we were back to back. That seemed kind of awkward to me. Then, suddenly, the man's body began to kind of evaporate. The man's whole body began to sink into my body. The man eventually vanished into me entirely.

(I believe that at this point I woke up, or went into a semi-waking state. As I lay there I thought, Well, I guess the man's spirit has possessed my body. Oh, well. The thought that the man's spirit had possessed me seemed more interesting than worrying.)

Dream #4

I was walking through some kind of complex at night. It was like a shopping complex mixed with a park and a university campus. There was some kind of event going on there. It may have been something like a convention for psychic people.

I may now have been walking quickly or even running through some maze-like concrete path between a bunch of small mounds of lawny grass. As I was doing this, I was hearing or remembering some story about a young man who had been psychic and had had to go through some series of struggles because of his abilities.

I now saw some weird kind of room under one of the mounds of lawny grass. It was visible through a glass or plexiglass wall. It was a very small room, lit with gentle light. It had two black, leather chairs that looked like dentists' chairs.

Above the room was a sign. The sign looked like the sign for a haunted-house-type ride for an amusement park. The sign was just one long word, which I'm pretty sure began with "A," but which meant something like "phantasmagoria."

I turned around and walked around the right side of this room and lawn-mound. I found a young, black man sitting in a weird seat that was somehow connected to the room. The man looked like he may have been in college. But he also had some grey hair. He was overweight, and he wore kind of thick glasses. He had a gentle, smiling demeanor.

The seat was like a combination between an auditorium desk and some kind of fake race-car seat for an arcade game. But it was also surrounded by a concrete-and-plexiglass structure. Also, around the seat were black, plastic surfaces that could be pushed down a little bit, almost like the fronts for garbage cans in fast food restaurants.

The man "told" me, probably through telepathy, about a story he was writing for his college class. It was about a Jewish man who wanted to play on the football team at his college. But the rest of the team was black men. The black men just bullied the Jewish man in all kinds of ways. But the Jewish man kept working hard, and eventually he became a successful member of the football team.

The man got up and walked away as he "told" me that his teacher and his classmates really hated the story. They all said there was no way it could be successful. And he was really afraid it would get a bad grade.

The man, who may not even have been nearby anymore, "told" me, "Nobody wants to see a black man write a story about a Jewish man who succeeds despite black people's efforts to make him fail. All they want to see is stories about black people struggling against mean white people. But I'm sticking to my story."

I walked around the strange seat the man had been sitting in. I may have pressed down on some of the black surfaces. But I then thought to the room. The seat seemed to be connected to the room by some kind of passageway set into the concrete of the walkways, like some kind of trench or indentation.

But I didn't like the thought of taking the walkway into the room. I didn't seem to feel certain that I would actually see the room if I went that way. So I decided to walk up the mound of lawn instead. I figured that once I got up to the top of the mound I could look down into the room and see into it that way, as if the room had no ceiling.

Dream #5

I was in some small apartment, which was my family's house. I was sat on some kind of mat or towel. The mat was set in front of and just a couple meters away from the front door.

A group of kids, one of whom may have been one of my nephews, also stood on the mat, to my right. There were probably three kids. These kids were all getting ready to rehearse a dance they were going to perform for some kind of show like American Idol.

The kids were apparently very good. The person who was training them was actually some kind of important person for the show. He was serious about training the kids to develop their potential so they could win. I was pretty impressed by the kids when I realized this situation.

The man was now there, and he was probably standing with a parent, possibly even my mother. They both stood right before the door.

Another kid now came into the apartment. He was a little, skinny, black boy. He wore a dull-gold jacket, like a Starter jacket for the 49ers. He was extremely late. He obviously felt a little bad about being late, but he was trying not to show it. He made some kind of threatening dance move right in front of the other kids and then seemed to walk off somewhere else.

The boy's father now walked into the apartment. He was kind of tall, a little on th heavy side. He also wore a dull gold Starter jacket. He had a little stubble, some of which was grey. The kids didn't really like the boy, and it seemed pretty obvious that the adults didn't like the father. The father stood off to the right side of the room.

I was a little annoyed that everybody else was just letting the father feel shoved off to the side. So I stood up and walked up to him. I shook his hand and patted him on the back. He and I exchanged some words in a mild tone of voice. He seemed to feel like I cared about him, so I went back to sitting on the mat.

One of the kids ended up pointing over to a group of pictures hung up on the wall in something like a hallway off to our left. I now seemed to be surrounded by my nephews and niece. We all went over to the pictures.

My oldest nephew seemed to be identified somehow with my niece, who is the youngest in the group of siblings. Some of the pictures had signs connected with them. The signs were green and had yellow lettering. They kind of looked like bumper stickers.

I asked my nephew/niece if she could read some of the words on the signs. For some reason I thought I should have him/her look away from the signs. Then I had him/her look back to the wall. I asked him/her, "Now can you find a word with double-letters in it?"

I was thinking of a sign that had the word "express" in it. So the double-letters I was hoping my nephew/niece would locate were "ss." My nephew/niece was now in my arms. I held him/her up close to the wall, right in front of the sign with the word "express" in it.

It seemed to be difficult for my nephew/niece to find the word I was referring to. But I knew that my nephew/niece would eventually find the word.

However, I then wondered about this challenge. I wondered why it would be impressive if my nephew proved himself able to find the word. My nephew was pretty old. He should be able to read. I would actually have to be worried if he couldn't find the word. It was something he should absolutely know by this time. And he probably should have been able to find the word by now.

I actually began to wonder if my nephew was actually the age he was. I may actually also have begun to question whether I was holding my nephew or my niece. I figured that if I was holding my niece, that would make a lot more sense. My niece was a lot younger. This kind of challenge might make more sense for someone her age.

Sunday, April 17, 2011*

I awaken in bed at about 6am and decide it's a perfect time to WILD.
At first, I'm unsuccessful so I turn over on my other side. Moments later I'm sitting up in bed behind my covers and I'm afraid. I have my eyes shut, but I can feel something in the room and it starts grabbing at me. This whole time I'm thinking "It's not real only a dream" so I start telling it to go away. I think it works eventually because my eyes are open and my room is empty. I lay back in bed cover myself and think "I have an aura protecting my head and my covers protecting my body, I'm safe". I remember reading the aura thing somewhere. Next thing I know I can feel something climb up onto my bed and on my back. For some reason at first I panic and actually grab one of it's hands. The hand felt so damn real I just squeezed. I don't know what it looked like because my eyes are still shut. In a panicked state I try to scream and just as I do it laughs in my ear. I then remember that in SP there is the old hag and if you fight it lasts longer so I relaxed and knew I couldn't be hurt and it wasn't real. I wake up in my bed stiff and admittedly frightened. Im in the original position i rolled into while attempting to wild. It takes me a few minutes to confirm to myself I'm actually awake this time.*

First thing i recall i was already lucid in a place i've never seen before in my life.. atleast i don't think so, loads of open fields there where some buildings. Probably some DCs but i don't remember them, they might have all been sleeping.
I floated around and i kept bumping into buildings, it was pretty hard to get any direction going.
The ecstasy i felt in this dream was unlike i ever felt before. Better than any high.
I know i examined the dream thorougly but i simply don't remember, mainly because i had a False Awakening and tried to write my dream down but no ink came out of my pen, really frustrating

So next thing i recall im at my ex girlfriend's house, haven't spoken to her in years. The house didn't look at all like it used to.
For some reason i wanted to sleep there. I slept on the sofa . The next day i had a talk with her dad (we never liked each other)
and we sorted things out and i have found new respect for him. He seemed to feel the same, for some weird reason i lied in his arms for a while watching t.v. my ex girlfriend was barely in this dream, i mean she was but it was like she was half asleep this whole time.
I rocked out with her dad for a while listening to some good albums . Then i asked permission to sleep there another night, he was reluctant but he agreed and i slept in a bed this time. The next day my family was looking for me and my sister arrived at their house . Not sure what happened but at somepoint everyone was holding me up with their hands like in a concert diving into the crowd. They put me on the sofa with my ex girlfriend, she was sleeping. I gave her a kiss on the cheek and apologized for all the shit i let her go trough.

I woke.. clock ticked only 2 hours away.. I'm so glad i still got to recall that lucid dream al tho the details are fuzzy i still vaguely remember how good it felt.

As far as I remember, I dreamed that me, my dad and his girlfriend were fighting or running away from a witch of sorts. The witch had a ring that we needed for reasons I don't quite remember. I recall myself walking along a street had houses that seemed quite medival on both sides of me. It felt like the city was modelled after the way they looked 300-400 years ago. At some point, I encountered the witch and failed to steal the ring from her and, which forced me to run away.

Then I ended up at my dads house, where I apparently had to get changed for some reason. He wanted me to put on a blazer and a button-up, so I did. I had to go fetch the blazer from somewhere, and when I found it, the arms were folded up and it was slightly creasy. After I had put the blazer on, I was going to change my pants and put on a pair of red chinos that were nearby. But when I was about half-done with putting them on, they changed colour to white (at this point, I think I was close to achieving lucidity). When I was fully done with putting them on, they had changed to jeans. I remember thinking this was extremely wierd. Then I realized the pants were a bit too long, so I folded them up a little. The house I was in was a model of my dads place but with more defined contrasts between the old parts and the parts that he had renovated. Once I had gotten dressed, I was told we were going out biking.

Next thing I know I'm biking up a mountainside with my dad, Jennifer (the girlfriend) and a relative of my dads. My bike was dragging something behind it up the mountain, but I don't recall what it was. I distinctly remember it being red though. I was biking a bit ahead of everyone else, and was told to slow down in order for them to catch up. A short while after that we had to get off our bikes in order to walk up a hill. There were several houses dotted out around us. Then we walked past what I can only describe as a fusion between a small house and a car. It had the bottom-side of a car and instead of seats and whatever there was a small house. It was rather big. I recall it very vividly. I can still see the shape of it inside my head, and twist it around and look inside it. It seemed like the inside of it was slightly larger than the actual car, though. We were apparently on our way to a house at the top of the mountain to have a chat with the owners. I distincly recall not really needing to be there, so I started looking around for alternative things to do. I remember myself looking at some kind of map in order to see what existed. The map had names, but I can't quite remember them at the moment.

Then I suddenly find myself walking alone through a forest. I come upon a lake of sorts, in which I see a boat with a person behind it. Then the boat starts speeding forward and I realize that the person is on waterskis. I distinctly recall wanting to try it really badly, but before anything else could happen I woke up.

It's Easter and to celebrate that I'm spending the whole day in the form of a polar bear cub. In front of me there is a tower. I go inside. There is a long wooden table and some people inside it. I spot the ladders to the top of the tower. Climbing them as a little bear is hard, but I manage to do it. When I'm almost at the top. A guy passes me. He doesn't even look at me. Now I can see the feet of the people at the top of the tower. Suddenly I change back into human. I try to transform into a bear, but I don't succeed. I see a woman coming back down. She must not see me as a human. I back down the ladders (there were lots of ladders, each one had four steps, and an about one square metre platform between them). It is a lot easier when I'm human. Now I manage to transform back into a bear. The woman passes me without looking at me. Now I have two ladders to climb. I manage the first one with some difficulties, but when I have almost got up, I suddenly find myself falling down. Two seconds later I'm lying on the table. I leave the tower and transform back into a human. If I can't climb there, I'll fly there! I start running, jump into the air and stay there. Flapping my hands, I rise into the level of the house next to me. In the backyard of the house there is someone I know (I can't remember who it was). There are also two boys. They are wearing costumes. The other one points at me. "He's flying! Cool!" I fly back to ground. I notice three brass instruments. "The boys just took up playing trombones", my friend, whoever he was, explains me. That's the last thing I remember.

It's 3:00 AM so I don't remember much.
Ants chasing me around a racetrack
I remember ants chasing me in the dream for no reason around this go-cart track and when I finished all 3 laps, the ants would freeze in place, and my surroundings would become a little darker and the word complete with my racing time would show up infront of me. Before the ants showed up, there were originally a bunch of my cousins there racing with me and NO ANTS but they left after a few races. I remember me and my brother racing a few times afterward but I won almost all of them.

I then remember me and Jake running from the ants until I got to the car and started it and we drove to a spot on our property where Daniel (cousin) was there with a truck that looked like a tan toyota tundra. It didn't work right and we were working on it for a bit until we just let him ride with us.

Super Smash Bros (again)
We drove to Maw-Maw's house and got there at dark and Ben (cousin) and Aunt Jody were playing Super Smash Brothers Brawl inside. Jody's nickname had WRDEN on the game they were playing. Well Daniel, Jake and I found a wii outside next to an outdoor mounted TV. We hooked it up and played it for a bit but me and daniel talked for a bit and realized if his mom inside realized that he was here, then when she leaves, he will most likely have to go with her. So we try to keep the sound down and lower the brightness of the tv. Daniel kinda hides every now and then.

Random outburst of anger?
I then see Ben come outside from inside and I ask him if he is done inside and he said loudly and angrily, "Yeah we're done playing and play my wii outside fine I DON'T CARE" and as he says that last part he grabs the wii with all the cords plugged in and throws it into the woods cords, controllers and all. He then gets in his truck and drives off. We spend the rest of the dream picking up the stuff for the wii until I wake up.
Jake has a dreamviews page now and he is View Profile: Taterking5 - Dreamviews Lucid Dreaming Community & Resource

April 17, 2011

Notes
Went to bed at 2am, woke up at 12, laid in bed half awake until 1pm. Woke up with a headache. Motifs of foreboding, weird adventures, gloomy days, family. Lately, I've had a lot of ominous, weird dreams. Usually my dreams are more carefree. Also I didn't have even one lucid dream this weekend, which is unusual. Something's going on?

Entry 005
I'm in the basement of my grandparent's house. For some reason the entire basement is made up of sand and dirt, and off in the corner there is a dock in an underground ocean that seems to stretch on forever. I'm with my cousin, Sam. We're told to dig. The door upstairs disappears. As we're digging, we strike some kind of artifact. It looks like an egyptian canopic jar with a hawk's head as a lid. The hawk's eyes glint at me. My cousin and I step away; there is something ominous and threatening about the artifact. As we step away we see a woman in the corner of the room. Her body is blackened and decaying, and strips of moldering gauze hang from her black hair and limbs. We're suddenly aware that this woman is the guardian of this artifact, and that she will kill whomever she sees as a threat, more often males than females. I block Sam from sight, my arms stretched wide in defense. We back up as far as we can go, all the way down the dock. The woman is floating several inches from the ground, slowly following us to the corner we've driven ourselves into. The closer she comes, the more I am aware of how beautiful she is. Despite her decayed appearance, there is something beautiful about her presence, like a vengeful goddess or valkyrie. She is before us now. She pauses, turns a gleaming eye upon me, then my cousin. And she is gone.

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I'm with my grandparents in their house, but for some reason my grandparent's in this instance are japanese instead of caucasian. They're having dinner and they want me to stay with them, but I can't, I have something important to do. They lay out the food, all of my favorites. They're trying to entice me to stay with them, to stay there forever. I feel tempted, but I can't stay here, there's something else...

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I'm on a beach. I'm standing in between two canoes filled with rowers. We're at a rowing competition and I'm the coach for the team on my left. As I'm giving the rowers some hot chocolate to energize them (dreams make no sense) before the big match, some one comes up to me and tells me that adding red pepper to the drinks will help them to get more energy. I don't ask any questions, why would they lie to me? I give my rowers the hot chocolate with red pepper in it. The match starts, but for some reason I'm distracted and I head up to a shack not too far from the beach where the competition is going on. The shack is on a squat kind of cliff that overlooks the sea. As I reach the top, the sky starts to look overcast and the sea is getting rough. I enter the shack. It's pitch black in here. Even though the door is open, the light somehow can't penetrate the darkness of the hut. I walk a couple steps into the house and stop suddenly when something grabs my ankle. I look down, it's the photographer of the event, clearly dying. Blood is frothing around his mouth, pouring out of his chest, puddling on the ground and he's gasping desperately. He tells me everything is a plot, that someone is planning something sinister. I rush back out to the beach. My team has lost, but I expected that after what the photographer said. This loss isn't important, there's something much bigger going on...

I awaken.

16.04.2011

Partial Astral Separation (Astral)

NO DREAM Separation Process Astral

I woke up in bed and moved. However, I felt slight vibrations. I got comfortable and emptied my mind completely.
The vibrations hit back. I first felt my legs and head shaking, then my whole body. The vibrations rose more and more until they were very intense. I could hear a very strong buzzing on my ears.


I felt my astral arms moving. I focused on white light, I surrounded my body with white light and asked for protection. I visualized a cord in front of me. I grabbed it with my Astral arms. I had no Astral Vision.

Half of my body was out. I still did not have Astral sight, but my hearing and sensing spiked, I was being switched to my Astral body.


My wife suddenly started to move and nullified everything. I snapped back to my body and the vibrations ended abruptly. I considered going to my Astral Travel reclining chair, but I was very tired so I did not feel it was the best idea to attempt to Astral Project that night.

16.04.2011

False Astral Projection (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was some kind of boxer and I had my right arm very injured. I needed major surgery will whole body anesthesia. I realized that my body was going to be shut down so it would be an excellent way to induce a WILD and Astral Project from there.

I felt the anestysia hitting and closing my eyes. I started to focus on keeping my mind awake until I found myself right outside the OR. I realized I projected, but I did not feel like I did. I wanted to see my body.

I saw the doctor who was going to operate me when suddenly, my body woke up and sat. A second later, I was back in my body, confused. The doctor induced anesthesia once more. I tried to WILD once more. Same thing happened. The doctor this time got mad and induced me a lot more anesthesia. I decided to not attempt to Astral Project but just to enjoy a lucid dream.

I found myself in the middle of a parking lot and realized I was dreaming. I was fooled as I indeed though that I was at the hospital. I could see the hospital where I though I was so I wanted to see it from my dream body.

I entered the hospital and forgot completely everything. I saw an elevator next to me, so I decided to enter it. I could see that my right arm had injuries, but I did not care. I knew my body was at the OR. The elevator brought me to some sort of Colosseum. I did not feel like fighting due my arm, but I wanted to fight at the same time.

I saw a MMA fighter and a psychic in front of him. The psychic told him she could do some healing on him for $500,000 and then he could fight. He was pumped up and willing to pay. I wanted to offer him my healing abilities for a much reasonable price.

Some more plot happened.