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2/03/2011
I awoke at about 5:45 after a good 7 hours sleep. I started lightly sleeping/dreaming. I managed to chain about 5 or 6 dreams together. After about 4 or so I was thinking I should wake and write them down, but of course I didn't... why is sleep so entising !?! I was trying to remember them all, running them through my mind when t my alarm whent off and now I only remember a few fragments.

Fragment 1 I wasn't lucid nor had any idea it was a dream, I was in the hallway of a house and apparently mum had moved the washing machine from there in to a room next door I asked her why she moved it and she ran off in a huff. I could overhear a conversatin she was having with my dad saying I am allways comlaining about things, I was thinking to my self I wasn't complaining I just wanted to know why she moved it.

Fragment 2: I was in a different house, mum had just backed some biscuits I decided to transform them into something else I used my hand to change them, my hand got a heavy feeling as it does when I do this and then I felt the flow as they changed into balls of something I picked it up and took a bite, OMG it tasted so unbelivably good, I headed out side some kind of market//festival was happening in the distance I took another bit and looked at the thing I was eating it had chocolate chips and raisins on the out side and looked like a rolled up musile bar. I woke up.

Fragmet 3: I was at the market/festival it looked like a market you would find in a developing county, dirt floor rows of tables with all sorts of food piled on them. As I entered all these girls with yellow shirts and a picture of 'Mickey' mouse on them, they were like promo girls or something of the like. They said something like “Welcome to mickey world”. I just walked past them and looked at one of the stores, they were selling bread. I decided to try and transform the bread into something else. I put my hand out and started to try and chaange it. My hand felt pressure in it like it was blocked so I stopped and tried again I was trying to get the right feeling, the intention to change it. Then I felt the flow again as they changed into, I can't remember what they are called they are like pretzels but made out of bread, deep fried, like a doughnut. I keep walking to other stores and doing the same thing I can't really remember what happened, some how I made my way to a stage they were doing some kind of exercise, I think sort of like 'pump'. I picked up some ridiculously heavy weights and started doing the class.

I know I had another chain after this and was thinking it was a pretty awesome dream.. damn allarm clock I hate you!.

I really need to stop chaining after a couple and write them down this has happened a few time now. But it is soo hard to wake, especially when yoou know you will probally have more concious dreams, at the risk of forgetting every thing.

I am in some sort of camp cabin type house, on some endowment kind of lands. I get the feeling it’s a college or university, and it’s definitely in Canada. There are a lot of trees. It’s night time, and with me are a gathering of about 4 other people. We’re discussing religion, a certain type of Wicca/Pagan belief that involves a deity that appears masked and shrouded in many layers of draped cloth. She is said to come to certain devotees late in the night. After discussing this for a little while, we move on to talking about prophets. As the others are talking about some random prophet, “THE Prophet” comes to me. The others don’t seem to notice, they kind of fade into the scene, still there, but not as noticeable. The Prophet is a man, dressed in draped cloth, smiling down at me in an absolutely radiant way. The feeling that he exudes is pure love and joy. He reaches out and takes my hands, holds them gently, Even though there is a sense that he has no hands. He tells me how happy he is to have me join them. This moment seems to stretch out for a time, then it fades and the scene with the others comes back into focus. I tell them about my experience and they are all in awe. The meeting ends and we all leave. I hope that someone will walk home with me, as it’s dark and I don’t feel safe, but they all scatter in different directions before I can ask anyone.

Flash forward a bit into the future to a completely different climate, one that is warm and somewhat tropical in feeling. There are huts scattered around the landscape. They look like a futuristic version of a teepee. Someone has left the daily food ration outside the hut in a special hammock kind of thing. I go to collect it. They are gourds, and I am familiar enough with them to know that they are spiced and very tasty. I notice a woman slips by the hammock and steals some of the gourds, then hurries away. This upsets me, but I know there is nothing I can do about it, so I take the rest into the hut.

There are seating places on the floor of the hut where the residents can sit around in a circle facing each other. In my place there is a gift box, very organic looking. I pick it up and unwrap it very carefully, taking my time and enjoying the process. I can’t remember all of the items that were in there, but there was a roll of cloth with detailed instructions on how and why to wear it. It said something like “Drape this cloth over your body to cover as much flesh as you can, as your body is precious, and should be protected”. There were also a few ornate ear rings and some semi precious stones.

We’re eating the spiced gourds now, and suddenly we’re interrupted by a visit from the prophet and his “Speaker”. The Speaker is draped in so many layers (including all around the face) that it’s very difficult to tell if it’s a male or a female. S/he begins to speak and I look at her/him as s/he does. I am scolded and told to look either at the Prophet, or at the ground. We are instructed in quite a few things which I don’t remember, but I do remember something to the effect of being told we should not eat meat for some critical reason. We are allowed to eat grains (such as rice) and vegetables like the gourds we are eating now.
I realize that all the others in the hut with me are also new to this way of life, and the dream ends.

NON-DREAM DREAM
We walk towards the door, which appears level with the path I slow down mid-sentence when I notice that the front door is ajar. A sense of dread. (perhaps linked to the story I was telling Frida last Saturday morning 26/2 about experiences of my childhood house being robbed consecutively and how I used to have recurring dreams about coming home to an empty house)


Perhaps we approach the door quietly, listening if anyone is still inside, and we hear men’s voices speaking in Russian deep inside, because I panic and run as fast as I can, to the other side of the street, before we are noticed and devoured by danger. I run straight to the Coates’ house, knocking on the clear glass door, the mother approaches with a drink in her hand, smirking with her mouth full as if she’s having a party in the next room and they’re telling dark jokes. She answers the door mischievously at arm’s length. I smile and ask her if I can use her phone quickly. I call the real estate agent, and anxiety builds, anticipating (like when I called Stuart on Saturday night with only 88cents of credit) the credit running out, listening to repetitive automated messages, before finally I get an answer.


I report to him urgently that someone has broken into our house and that they are violent (dangerous) and need to be removed. The man on the other end says that they will be prepared to proceed with the matter once I supply them with the arrest report and that he can’t do anything now, that I should’ve called the police first, and as I realise the mistake I’ve made, the stress returns, he questions why I was never taught that I had to do that.


There are few scenes of us standing across the road from the house, indecisive on the Ash’s council strip watching for any movement.


While I sit outside the Coates’ house, I see Mum come home, pulling up in the station wagon. She gets out, with Margaret, walking towards the house. I call out to her but she doesn’t hear me. I shout out in a hushed tone, so not to raise the alarm of the men inside, but she’s getting closer to the house still. In desperation I begin shouting for her to get away from the house, but only Margaret hears me, stopping on the lawn, shocked by the intensity of my voice, but my Mum has already entered the house stupidly, and I have to grab her by the arm and march her out, insulting her for not hearing my warning and ignorantly putting herself in extreme danger, and she apologises a little embarrassedly, thanking me cheerfully, still not realising the seriousness of the situation.


There is another memory of sitting on the grass in the backyard of the Coates’ house, where I find 3 identical kitten, white with dark spots, and my friend tells me that they are dangerous. I ignore him, talking to them, so as not to frighten them, staring at me and shifting their formation slowly. I pick one up and it starts thrashing about, clawing at my wrist, trying to get free and lunge at my head, as I lean back and to the side defensively, as the others gang up on me at the same time.


At one stage, sitting on the concrete, like a loading bay combined with an outdoor cafe seating area, next to the convenience store, there are two young men standing above us, arms crossed and necks crooked towards each other, talking in German, and I point over to my Mum, who is mid-sentence with Margaret, pursing my eyebrows to indicate the two men, and without further explanation she quietly translates their conversation in real-time, which is about us, judging us contemptuously.


Sitting out the front of the Coates’ house, night-time, which is now a brightly-lit convenience store, and I go inside, filled with young people dressed up like a Friday night on King Street, perhaps because I spot Laura (who I saw at the Friki Tiki on Saturday night before the film screening) because I approach her specifically so I can borrow her phone to call the police. She doesn’t want to lend it to me, and not because she is broke, making up an excuse, awkwardly, saying thanks instead of sorry.


I then ask Cordy in the other aisle to use his phone quickly, which he hands me without hesitation, but I realise that the criminals have sabotaged the emergency line, a strange mix of different voices digitally contorted, which I interpret as muffled laughter.


I thank him and tell him that it was no use because “they’ve fucked with the [police] line”, at which point he suggests casually that I go up to the police station. I say it’s a good idea but I don’t know where the nearest one is, and he says that it’s just up the street.


Enthusiastically with pace, I walk up Peacock Parade which is a dark, semi-industrial area, with lots of old brick warehouse fronts, and junk out the front on the sidewalk, broken wooden crates piled up against a telegraph pole, obscuring my field of vision, an illuminated sign on the other side, but standing discarded against the wall, when I hear one of the criminals screaming indignantly, running at full speed from the house, passed the bend in the road where I started at the convenience store, and I start running as fast as I can.


The short guy catches up to me, around my age, and he runs straight to the bottle shop, open like a fruit market, and picks up a bottle of red wine from the rack, and threatens me, saying that he’ll bend my arm back the wrong way with the bottle against a chopping board, or something, a hard surface but unfixed.


The police station is right next door and I suddenly make a bolt for the open doorway before he has a chance to block me off, and beat him to it, feeling invincible by passing the threshold, slowing down like a sprinter, down a narrow hall towards the shoulder-high wooden bench with a large authoritarian insignia printed on the front of it, even though there is no one manning it at that moment.

NO FUCKING RECALL DUE TO BEING INCREDIBLY BUSY.

my life is dream

We my sister and I share a bathroom. We have a automatic water timer that beeps after 4 minutes to keep the bill down. This morning she went over and the beeping just went on and on.

Dream:

(The dream was really unstable, felt like my eyes were closed in the dream but I could still see.) I was so annoyed by the beeping that I got out of bed and walked out to the hallway. I banged on the toilet door, and realised it was the wrong door. I then banged on the shower door, and woke up, where I immediately reality checked. I was in the real world

From now on I will RC every time I wake up as to inforce the habit.

to get things straight, i am in a relationship and i am madly in love with this girl. but lastnight, i had a dream about this other girl that i used to like a lot when i was in high school. this wasnt any dream, it was a very intimate dream between me and this other girl. right now this girl is also in a relationship and is very happy. but i had this dream that we were at my house and were in my room and things got pretty intense. so my question for everyone is, what do you think this means? is my current relationship at risk? does this mean im second guessing my relationship? please help.

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02.03.2011

School, IB, and Turtle (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Log: 11:00pm Wednesday, March 2, 2011
6:00am
Hours: 7:00m Alarm: 6:00 Audio: None

This dream starts out in a classroom that is on the second floor. I was getting ready to do a project or assignment of some sort, and i needed my dad to bring me something. I was looking out the window at the line of cars piled up outside the school, desperately looking for him. I finally saw him and headed downstairs to go get what i needed. I was in the lobby of the school and i saw that he was waiting there all along and that there was no reason for me to be waiting, i was kind of pissed... I got my polygonal snake figure form him, tried to explain to him what i was doing, then rolled my eyes as he didn't understand, and then i walked away.
The dream either changed or transitioned, but i was now in an office of the school and i saw an administrator that was not my couselor but her role in the dream was such. She asked me why i wasn't doing IB and trying to convince me to join again. She led me to a door, and she was talking about megetting something, i cannot remember what. But i walked through the doors and went through few others. Soon Jaocb had come with me and we were wandering together through this what seemed now to be a hardware store. I told him i was looking for a tiny turtle. We looked and looked, and in the process, we kind of messed aorund in the store, but we knew we were allowed to be there and we weren't doing anything wrong. But soon we came upon a big scary guy, who was apparently an employee. He was rude and told us we shouldn't be there. I told him that we weren't doing anything wrong but he insisted on fighting and taking us down. There was a slight crowd around us now, but it was just him and me now. He started out the fight ok, but i titally owned him beyond belief in a wise, planned out, Sherlock Holmes way. It was amazing and everyone was cheering.

i wasnt lucid during any of my dream-

im with this guy in some sewer type place. either he hired me or i hired him to help use this weird maze-machine-trap gizmo(it was about the size of a small table and round and i could see the inside the machine). the machine required 2 people to stick their arm into each side of the machine. we had to move our hand threw a maze inside the machine, bending our arm in impossible shapes. we both reached the center of the machine where a blue orb was glowing. then(i think) i said he could reach the orb without my help from that point(im guessing he hired me, still not sure). then he told me to grab the orb to. i guess i also wanted it for some reason. before we went to touch the orb he told me he was going to be my best friend after we touch the orb. i was a little weirded out after he said that but we touch the orb anyways. as soon as we did the orb turned red and its glow increased. i felt almost electrified and felt extremely uncomfortable. my whole body was in terrible discomfort. then everything went black but i still felt the pain. i started a new dream where i was at some weird store while on a field trip. i was walking around the store and still felt the discomfort. i was worried or paranoid about people looking at me. the dream just kinda trailed off from there.

I was at school sitting in a spot adjacent to the cafeteria that I never normally sit at. My friend Momo was there and we were discussing her and her boyfriend, cody. After a while she hugged me and the scene changed. I was in my house with my sisters and a friend named Natasha all around the living room.
"It's going to storm," Scott, my moms boyfriend, said walking in from outside.
"Awesome!" I absolutely love storms and I hadnt seen a good storm in quite a while.Scott went back outside and I soon followed him to see what he was doing. I saw him sitting at the edge of the garage in a folding chair playing with a cat. The first big drops were starting to fall. When I went pack inside the rain picked up drastically. The storm had begun. I sat down and continued my conversation with Natasha from before Scott came in.
After a few minutes speaking with her I went outside to check on Scott again and he was still there watching the storm. This time when I shut the door I started to hear sirens but I thought my town didnt have tornado sirens. My family and Natasha all ran into the utility room and ducked down. I heard someone let out a gasp of fear. The house started shaking violently and the wind roared above every attempt to communicate. At the climax of the roaring and shaking the scene changed again.
I was standing in a room in what appeared to be an industrial building that you might find in a video game. There was a single door out of the room. I stopped and tried to think of how I got there because I could still remember the storm that was happening seconds before. I concluded that the storm must have somehow made me pass out and that I was now dreaming. The room I was in seemed interesting and I knew that nothing in this new enviroment could hurt me so I decided to take a look around. I stepped through the only door and found myself on a long walkway about 35 feet above huge machines that I couldnt tell the function of. I couldnt see any exits except a dor directly across the walkway from where I just entered the room so I went through the next door. The next room had many large pipes that crossed through the room with a green, bubbling liquid underneath. Thankfully the liquid didnt give off any odor because it looked like it would have had a terrible smell. I started to walk along the pipes until I realized that there wasnt another door in this room. I turned to one of the walls and brought forth a small amount of energy and shot it towards the wall opening a hole. I felt almost like I was cheating by doing that but hey it was a dream. I jumped towards the hole in the wall but just before I passed through it the dream changed.
I was back at school in the same spot that the dream started in but this time Cody and a girl named Taylor were with me and Momo. I started describing to them the drean I had that morning (the lucid portion of the dream I was still in). As I was describing the last room in the dream the room started to form around us and we were all standing on pipes above the ooze. I turned to look at the wall that I blew up just as it exploded again. Then we were back at school until the dream ended.

Sam


Dreamed that Same came to see me. She flew in and I picked her up at the airport. She had dyed her hair blonde. I remember being in the backseat of a car with her and I remember that I forgot to give her a hug when we met at the airport. I put my arm around her and suddenly we are in a room. I am touching her hair and I lean in and kiss her. Right away she sticks her tongue in my mouth like a kissing newbie. I say that it's better to start with just kissing on the lips like soft nibbling. but she takes my advice the wrong way and thinks that I don't like her.

Type:Normal Dream
When:2/28/100
The dream started and I was in a small theater like room in a chair. I saw a few important people sitting beside me. We were being showed the first concept of holograms being projected to make beyond 3d movies. The hologram first showed up in front of us and it was one of a little girl (reminded me of Boo from Monster's Inc) that about the size of me. The guy beside me said "I wish I could have a big little girl like that" and I looked at him with a "what" like expression. We all gave our verdict on it to Spongebob Squarepants and he went out a door (there was an audience out waiting for us) to go tell them what we thought. I went out and I realized I was in Mexico. I saw my parents out in the audience and went to see them. They told me my brother had broken his wrist and almost died while exploring with the locals. While we were talking about this we passed by a pile of leaves. I walked over to it and looked in, I saw a dead cow looking up and me. It shocked me so much I woke up.

28.02.2011

School and Clothing (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Log: 6:00am Monday, February 28, 2011
6:20am
Hours: 0:20m Alarm: 6:00 Audio: None

I obviously got more sleep than 20 minutes, but i only remembered this dream.


The dream starts as i sit bored in a classroom. I start to get organized as the class comes to an end. I had to grab a lot of clothing for some reason, i had two pairs of shoes, a pair of shorts, and something else i can't remember. I got it all in my arms and backpack on as i left the class, and as i left, about a program the school was doing that involved giving points equal to those of the dumb people to the smart people, Austin Swaim walked out saying some stupid remark about it. I walked out and i was headed toward homeroom. I went up the stairs, and when i got to the top i saw Sam and we grabbed hands and i told her i would meet her back here, because i had to find my shoes that i lost. I looked around and decided to go down the stairs again, but as i was trying to get down the stairway that was kind of small, Mrs. Frazer was at her desk getting something, and as i tried to step down, Franklin put his arm out and stopped me. Apparently Mrs. Frazer needed to talkto me and the other homeroom people. I told her that i would have the money next time (For something having to do with Cancer...). So i decided to go back upstairs instead and i then saw a shoe lost and found! A few people, 3 or 4 were there frantically trying to find their shoes before class starts, and i saw mine right there! But, before i could go over and get them, my brother woke me up, his voice saying my name through a dream character, and then i woke up. It was awesome.

The Hidden Room
I am in a house that is not my own home, I am there with my mother. It is a two story home, quite nice, and it is also quite a bit larger than the place I live right now. It has four bedrooms, three bathrooms, a really nice living area… My mother and I are looking around the house, but we only find three bedrooms. The sellers of the house say the fourth is behind a secret passage, it is hidden. They say they can add a conventional door before we move in. I say that I would rather have it stay as a secret room, that seems much more interesting. I begin looking through the house a bit more carefully. I find a fake wall in the back of a closet that leads to the hidden bedroom. Cool! The hidden bedroom is being used as an office of some kind, there are antique desks and bookcases all over the room. It looks like an old fashioned office. The strangest thing is that there are piles of money all over the room. Lots of them. I wonder if anyone would notice that some of it was missing… just a little missing… I have to use the bathroom. I look for the bathroom and find it. The toilet is sitting right out in the open, the walls around it are made of glass. There's no way I am going to use the bathroom where everyone can see me!


Pizza Party!
I am in the bathroom finishing up after a shower, I am shaving my legs, for some reason it seems imperative to me that I get them absolutely perfect, not a single hair left, must be perfect. I do that as best as I can and then I leave in the car. I drive for a while until I reach a park, where I park my car and get out. I note that the time of day is early evening. I am thinking it is about 6:00 in the evening. I am running late because of my obsessive shaving. I get to the park and I see my boyfriend and his father at a table, a picnic table. There is a pile of pizza boxes on the table, it seems like way too much for so few people. The father says that James, my ex boyfriend, is welcome to come have some pizza with us. I am thinking that makes the difference, he will eat the rest of the pizza. I am also pretty sure he's not coming. Because while I know he likes pizza, he would have been there by now if he was going to come. I pick up a piece of pizza dripping with several kinds of cheese and eat it. It is delicious. At the time I give no thought to how many points the pizza has even though I am counting points for my Weight Watcher's diet.


Psycho
I am typing on my computer, journaling a dream to the LPTC. I am trying to post a dream to their forum, but I keep getting errors back when I try to. It is really annoying. I keep trying that for a bit longer until I finally give up. I look at the dream, and the task I did is the Psycho task from the Dreamviews TotY. Wait… no wonder I couldn't post it on the LPTC forum. I do a random RC and find I'm dreaming.

Now I am in the Psycho movie, it is time to do the task. I go to the bathroom where the crime takes place. I hear the shower running, which means the woman is already in there, so I wait until I see Norman Bates go into the bathroom. I remember Norman Bates has his dead mother in his house… he must have some serious mother issues. I want to do something inventive, so I use that. I change my form into a zombie woman, which I think is enough like his mother to do the trick. I go into the bathroom behind Norman Bates. I look in the mirror briefly and I am surprised by my own ugliness. After I see my ugliness I say Noman's name in an annoyed tone, mother is very disappointed in you. The woman hears me and peeks out of the shower. Upon seeing a strange man and a zombie she screams and hides in the shower since Norman and I block the exit. I tell Norman to come over to his mother right now, he's been a bad boy. He hangs his head and comes over to me. He looks so sad and ashamed now. I tell him that he has been bad, but now everything is going to be ok, mother still loves you. And then I kill him with my hidden blade. The woman has snuck out of the shower and reaches the door before running for her life even though she is no longer in danger.


Psycho II
I am back in the last dream, right where I enter the Psycho movie, and I am lucid. I don't remember the previous dream at the time, so I think I still have the psycho movie to do. My thoughts are different this time, however. I head up to the bathroom and let myself right in. The woman asks who I am and what I'm doing in her bathroom. I explain the situation, that I overheard someone planning on coming in here to kill her, and then I tell her to get to safety and I will deal with the killer. She leaves the room, then I strip down and get in the shower. I am showering while listening for Norman Bates, and soon I hear him approaching. I wait and soon he pulls the shower curtain back with the intent of stabbing me to death. I form my Witchblade into Freddy Krueger's glove… I'm not sure why I choose that, I must have confused the Psycho task with the Nightmare on Elm Street task… whatever the reason this occurs to me to form Freddy's glove, I stab all four blades into Norman Bates' abdomen and cut upward. He falls to the floor, dead, in a pool of his own blood.

 
Back to the Future
I am in a small room filled with interesting scientific equipment, and I also see a familiar face there. There is an older man with wild white hair, it is Doc Emmitt Brown from the Back to the Future series. He is working on a small device, though I can't see it from where I am standing. He turns around and notices me and asks who I am, but then he says it doesn't matter, I am there at the perfect time to see him make history for the second time. He steps aside and shows off his device, which is a flux capacitor in a small clear box shaped like a merkabah crystal. He says that is his latest time machine. He hands the merkabah box to me and says I need to focus on a time and place, I should choose exactly where I am, exactly five minutes from now. He acts really excited. I focus on that time and place, I feel a strange pull inside of me, then nothing. So much for the time travel… Doc, however, isn't where he was an instant ago. Now he is so excited. He says I disappeared five minutes ago, but what was my perception of it? I tell him it seemed no time had passed. He says this is great, it works, it travels through time, it is based on the thoughts of the user, this is great! He takes the device back from me and looks at it with so much excitement…


Back to the Hobbit
I am in Doc's lab again, and Doc is right in front of me. He is focused on the flux capacitor in the merkabah shaped box, he looks back over at me and doesn't seem to have noticed I was missing at all. He says he needs another test, this one needs to be more involved. He says he wants me to focus on a different place, the park across the street. I look out the window and see the park he is referring to. As Doc asks, I focus on getting to the park fifteen minutes from the current time. I feel a tug inside, and the scene around me changes… Now I am in a completely different place, this is not the park, this is not Doc's lab… it's a forest. I am looking around trying to figure out what is going on when a man comes over to me. It's Aragorn, he places one hand on my back and says it's time to move on before the dark ones catch up with us. He says there is a fell feeling in the air, we have to keep moving. I look at Aragorn, I'm not really understanding why I am seeing him. I follow him back to a group of people, these are the people from the Lord of the Rings series, the ones who escorted Frodo much of the way to Mordor. I see Gandalf, Aragorn, Boromir, Frodo, Merry, Pippin, Sam… all of them. I notice Legolas is missing. We continue following a path through the forest, then there is a clear place. Everyone is worried about crossing that area, worried that the dark ones will attack while we are out in the open. We have to cross, though. We finally do cross, and what everyone is afraid of happens. The nine ring wraiths attack, each of them riding demon horses from the dark forest on the other side. Some want to panic, Aragorn says everyone needs to stay together, I realize I am actually in the position of Legolas. I take my bow and pull out an arrow. I charge it with light energy without even thinking about it, then I fire the arrow at one of the wraiths. The arrow pierces the wraith with no effect, but the light energy sure has an effect… the wraith explodes. With no wraith on it, the demon horse apparently decides it has no interest in us, and disappears back into the forest. I continue firing arrows at the other wraiths. Aragorn's sword is charged with light energy, though I'm not sure how that happened. Aragorn takes out a couple wraiths that got closer when I was shooting the others. The scene shifts back to Doc's lab. Doc is there and he looks over at me. He says I have been gone for an hour, where did I go?

The following is my first ever experience with achieving lucidity while dreaming. This occurred only last night and was very brief.

Tuesday, March 1, 2011

I awake (within my dream) face down in a green, overgrown field. Upon sitting up I realize that the field contains grass about 6 to 8 inches high in some areas, interspersed with small, purple flowers and is clearly not well-maintained. As I look about, I mutter to myself “I am dreaming” and suddenly realize that I am in fact dreaming and have attained lucidity for the first time ever.

I distinctly remember lying down in my bed and closing my eyes and waking up in this field. I mutter again “I am dreaming.” I look about me; off in the distance is a small shed of the type one might store gardening tools. The shed appears to have been overcome with the encroaching grass and other flora and is in a sorry state of disrepair.
In an attempt to objectively test and confirm my hypothesis that I am dreaming, I study my hands (not my normal reality check, which I do not know why I failed to perform). As I focus on my hands, I notice two things: first, my wedding band on my left hand is now on my left index finger instead of my left ring finger; second, as I focus on my hand the entire world around it goes completely out of focus to the extent that my hand appears crystal clear but all around it the green of the grass and the purple of the flowers dissolve into a green and purple jumbled mess of paint-like splatterings.

Next I check one of the purples flowers closest to me. I bend down with the flower about an inch from the tip of my nose and focus intently on it. Like my hand before it, the flower, and especially its outline, appear crystal clear (I can even make out small yellow clusters within the flower’s petals), so clear as to appear sharp. As before, the green of the grass around the flower blurs out into a mess of green paint splatters.

I stand up and notice that right next to where I awoke in this field is a litter of machine-like parts, covered in moss and overgrown grass. In an attempt to wield god-like powers about which I have read in connection with lucid states of dreaming, I attempt to move on of the machine pieces with my mind. I focused on the single piece of non-descript machinery and imagine it levitating slightly and moving to my right, but nothing happens. Frustrated, I hold my right hand out at the piece of machinery and concentrate harder, pretending to grasp the part with my outstretched hand. I push my hand to the right in an attempt to move the part, but nothing at all happens.

I become incredibly frustrated. I can hear a loud rumbling that then begins to sound like harsh breathing, then snoring. I looked about the field and said aloud “Penny is snoring” (Penny is my dog who sleeps next to me on my bed).

My eyes opened and I was in my bed with my dog lying beside me, snoring, just as I had heard it, what seemed like only a moment before and in another place. I perform my normal reality check and confirm that I am now awake and no longer dreaming.