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This occured when I was 4, staying in France with my grandparents. The only bit I remember went as follows:

I was outside somewhere with a few friends.I had a water hose to my mouth and was drinking the water when suddenly a live fish comes out and before I knew it I had swallowed it. I could feel it in my throat as I woke up screeming.

Explaining this to my grandperents who couldn't speek English was difficult, the nearest I was able to come was "Pictures in my head when I sleep" it was then that I learned the word cauchemar and was told by my grandmother that it was because that night had been a black moon night.

At thw moment I'm just concerned with remembering my dreams, so was quite happy to have had this one:

I was in a room (changing room?) taking off my clothes and socks, had been told at last minute I was being entered onto a swimming race. Next thing I remember was walking around the indoor public pool considering my options. I decided diving into the shallow end would not be a good idea as it was only a foot deep, but the deep end had a nice high diving board which could give me the edge. I went into the pool half way between the two ends and practiced swimming the width under water, I reasoned that it wouls add another edge to winning as the other competitors wouldn't know where I was. I then started practicing swimming the length under water when I woke up.

Ok, so last night was the best dream I've had for a wee while because my recall is so shitty lately. GAH!

Awake Non-lucid

I'm outside my school, although it's not really my school anymore. It's nightime, and the whole outiside has been rebuilt. The walls aren't their usual dull brown, but white and glowing rays of light. It also has white blocks leading out of it.

I float a little and sit on a block. My brother flies down and asks what's going on. "They've rebuilt the school" I reply, quite excited "but the inside's still as shitty as ever."

He says nothing else, and instead takes a look around. When he comes back, he's morphed into Asher. I find that I'm suddenly lying down in nothing but a towel. He tells me to check my phone, so I do. I have a text from Katie about a drug called Elarial. It's a new thing that's came out.

The scene changes again, and I find myself under a stone walkway, with giant bells hanging from the cieling above my head. Both sides show sunny, green grass with people have fun times. It's a univercity. I see another message, Katie is telling me to try and find some. The sky turns grey as I run up a stone stairway, knowing there's some Elarial around here somewhere.

Asher finds and corners me, telling me to snap out of my trance. "This drug isn't like other drugs," he growls angrily "It could only take one shot to get you hooked for life. It ruins you Kor, you spend so much on it that your life is gone. Don't listen to Katie, she's not herself. She's gone."

His sister is gone. I frown sadly, and get another message. "Just once." it says. "Just try it once." I think at this point Asher sees how confused and very un-lucid I am and pulls me away into a room. Skylar is in there. They both talk to eachother quietly about how to protect the drug and keep me away from it.

It's like I'm drunk. I giggle stupidly, grinning at Asher and running my hands through his black hair, pushing it back. He grabs me to keep me still while he discusses a plan of action with Skylar. I feel neglected, and sit down. Skylar eyes Asher, and I think they know I feel confused and ignored. Asher pulls me into a hug and says everything will fix itself soon.

Didn't know what to think of that, but it's very odd that I had Asher, Skylar and Katie all in the one dream. Makes me wonder if my subconscious is simply wishing for it... I dunno.

Vision messed up.

I was in some field with a bunch of people at night. I was trying to gt somewhere but my vision was whacked. I kept seeing a grey shade over everything and it was blurry. forget how but I the greyness went away and I saw everything clearly and continued walking.

Music

I was at a friends house and he was plying guitar on a line 6 amp. I asked him to use it. so I started playing guitar. that's all I remember.

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To jest tylko test

First try at WILD

Failed attempt;
just managed to put myself to sleep.

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First Entry! Woot!
I had three dreams last night which for me is the most I've ever had in a single night.
In my first dream, I remember seeing a zombie in a sewer from a 3rd person, backside view. It then transitioned to a top view of another zombie holding on to the edge of a manhole, and then falling down into the darkness. It got all blurry after that and I woke up
My second was really short. It was a first-person dream of me getting out of bed, and then it faded and I woke up. (non-lucid false awakening?)
The third was the longest. I remember my dad and I playing some game that resembled Battlefield BC:2, but it was turn-based. (I realized after the dream how stupid a game concept this was..) I knew my dad was playing because he was on mic, talking. After a while of playing it faded into me walking upstairs and looking down at some clay sculpture or plaster cast of some broken up military backpack. I also remember contemplating taking it in the shower with me for some odd reason O_O

I was with a big boned girl and was doing her a favor. It was very nice.

I didn't get a chance to update my journal for the last couple of days.

1. I'm wandering through some house that has obviously been abandoned in a hurry.

2. Two people have been swarmed by killer bees, and I'm trying to phone for help. The phone isn't working properly. The two people pass out and fall into a huge pool of water in the ground.

3. My dad has gone missing for a few days. I'm standing on the steps of the police station, not knowing what to do. A policeman comes up to me and we talk for a bit. He gives me a stack of paper.

Into the depth:
I was in what appeared to be a dungeon, reminded of me Diablo II for anyone who has played that game. It was crazy dark, dark enough that you can't see where you're going. I can't recall the start but I was with someone and I picked up a torch as we made our way through some of the earlier levels. I make it to a safe area(surface?) and was informed that my mother has descended into the dungeon. I decide to follow her and place the torch so that its sticking out of my backpack. The idea was that monsters are attracted to the darkness and this would help me to protect my back as well as light my way. I believe that I was also using a flashlight but not positive. As I was descending deeper into the dungeon, I was noting the black with a slight greenish tint stairs which looked like they were glossy.



We had to descend very deep to finally find my mother. She was near a very large gate, similar to those old castle gates, albeit this was a bit stretched. It has 2 large rings on it which were black and the whole gate was made of what appeared to be dark wood with a gloss. My mother beckoned us to not open the gates because she was just there and escaped, but it was too late, since, my partner automatically opened them. It was pretty dark in there, but, you can see some pillars with some things moving. Two monsters, one being a really large ogre with a hideous face appeared.

I ran further down, my mother followed but alas it seemed like my partner meet his end after he was trapped in the left corner of the gate. I tried to do some magic, possibly to push them back and it worked slightly but they were still following us. I tried some bizzare move to use 2 pins to stop them, as in clip them to the stairs, but, that didn't work. You think? XD I decided to face them and move in landing 5 punches but his body was pretty hard. I didn't feel any pain but it was like hitting a wall. He must've pushed me because I fell back noting that "He is hard to punch" to my mother as I woke up.

Thoughts: Had this in either my 4th or 5th REM cycle

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Good morning! Had a very random, but cool dream last night. Here goes.

23.10: Sleep

04.50: Arrested
I'm sitting at a table at some restaurant. I'm eating the buffet and my plate is loaded with different kinds of food. I glance at the newspaper and I spot a picture of my friend G and his two friends. "Suspected for selling narcotics". They were sitting in the same restaurant when the picture was taken. I get up and grab some fruit from a cart. I notice a weird-looking guy following me. He puts food on a plate and pretends to mind his own business. The thing is that I recognise him from earlier, and soon enough a second guy shows up. I get back to my seat and continue eating. "Damn I'm almost full, I'm never going to be able to finish this" I think and worry about the guys being after me for putting too much on my plate. I get up again and bring the fruit with me.

I put the few bananas and the kiwi's back on the cart when one of the guys walk up to me from behind. "Stop! Don't move a muscle" he yells behind my back, pointing a gun at my head. I drop a kiwi on the floor and pick up again, it's a bit soft now. I put it back. "Good, that's sensible" the other one tells me. I put my hands slowly to the back of my head. A helicopter shows up with a sniper leaning out of its door. "Isn't this a bit over the top?" I ask. They grab me and walk me to the line of people waiting for food. They start asking me questions about my hobby. "I've got lucid dreaming as a hobby" I tell them. As soon as I say something, they look away and shake their heads. "What?" I ask. Once again they shake their heads, like I'm saying something completely different.

"You're insane" one of them blurts out. "What? Am I schizophrenic or what?" I ask. "Everytime I talk, can you guys hear a small man talking?". I'm confused. "Is this how it feels to be schizo? I don't even know what I'm saying, or remember saying anything at all. When does my personality change?" I think for myself. Suddenly there's commotion in the line. "A flight is available! Important passengers first" a flight attendant calls out. "Sweet, I get to go on the flight before all the rest" I think and people all around me are pissed. "You damn thief!" a woman throws at me, along with some food. I start walking towards the gate, two more people joins us. I realise we're all top priority prisoners.

I recognise one of them as an old neighbour. "Hey! What are you in for?" I ask him. "I'm just going home to my mom who lives further south" he tells me. We walk for a minute or so and alot of other people show up. A few young girls appear ahead of me, we're all going to the same party. The cop who had me in custody are gone. I check out the girls, they look very nice and I run up ahead. A house appears and I get in. I spot my friend G, and some rastafari dude I don't know. He hands me a beer and I get the feeling I used to work with him, he aks me how many people are coming. "Around fifteen, twenty perhaps" I say.

G is high, and starts talking about a bag of drugs lying on the floor. "That's Dante's drugs, he smokes pure caffeine. It's strong as hell". I finish my bear and head back out again. There's a big party going on and I'm handed a glass of clear liquid. Someone tells me it's PCP and LSD combined.

04.50: Wake up

Amount of sleep: 5½ hours

Supplements: 2 x Omega-3

That's it! A very long and random dream for such a short night. Starting tomorrow, I'm not going to take supplements for a whole month. I want to see how much my recall is affected, and how many lucids I can get. I'm sure it's all about dedication and time spent thinking about lucid dreaming, but I'm sure it's going to be interesting.

Keep on dreaming, HARE BRA!

Dream - Lucid - AP

I was in some building at a computer. It looked like one of the computer labs at my college. I was checking my email and my school assignments. I realized that I had not done 2 assignments for my bosses at work. I figured I would be able to make it up and they wouldn't care that I was turning it in late.

Then, one of my bosses announced that all the people in the room needed to split into 2 groups, one who had completed the homework, and one that was behind. I joined the one that was behind. My boss was the leader of that group, and said that he would give us half credit for completing the assignments late. I figured half credit was better than no credit at all, so I decided to get going on the assignments.

I was then back at the computer, and one of the assignments was posted by my coworker, Jessi. She had written it all in lowercase letters, and wherever there was the letter 'i', she had typed two 'i's" ('ii'). Then, at some point I was talking to my other boss.

Then, I was in the shower, and Jessi was outside the shower, reading the assignment to me. My assignment was something creative I think, and I had to be in the shower to complete it. In front of me was a 11 or 12 year-old-girl. She was kind of big with medium-length brown hair. I only ever saw the back of her, but I was helping her shower or something. I was talking her through it. She got out of the shower, and I realized that I had been in the shower for a very long time, and I had barely showered myself. I think I had only cleaned the top half of my body. The water started to get cold, and I felt like I needed to get out even though I wasn't finished.

I stepped out of the shower, and there was a lot of excess water pooled in the bottom of the shower. I drained it. I was in front of a classroom. The kids in the classroom were talking about how long I had been in there, and it was about time I got out. In the front of the room, I spotted a guy, Steve, whom I was friends with in the 8th grade, and haven't seen since in waking life. He looked exactly how I remember him. We talked for a bit. Then, my friend Courtney came up, and Steve asked her to get coffee with him.

Then, I was at Steve's house for some reason, and he was laying on a couch. He said something about getting coffee, and I said "Oh with me?", but then, I remembered that he had asked Courtney and I said "Oh, you're getting coffee with Courtney. You guys will have fun!"

~

I was driving, looking at the stormy-looking clouds. I thought I saw a tornado forming. The clouds looked really cool.

Then, I was at a local restaurant where my coworker Jessi had apparently started to work (her boyfriend works there in waking life). She was training on the register with a manager, and I was talking to her about the new job while I ordered my food. Then, she said "Oh, are you a student?", or something like that. I said yes, and she handed me a cup. She said something about me getting another drink for being a student. She started to ask me another question (I realized she was going to do this 3 times total), and I realized that she had charged me $3.89 for the first drink. I thought that I was supposed to get it for free, so I told her I didn't need another drink, and I didn't know I was getting charged for it. She took it off my bill.

Hmm, so, my first dream journal entry...


Leading a Protest

I am some sort of princess, or otherwise famous person, in the midst of a protest (the people need more land to plant yams... I don't know either.). Within the crowd are rows of "hedges," made from something vaguely grass-like, which are our crops. I need to trim the ones belonging to my family before I can join in the protest. As I go, I overhear people talking about how I'll be the one to lead the protest and get them what they need, and wondering how I'll do it. I over hear that I am known as "the Scythe" because my scythe is well... scythe shaped (apparently nobody else's is?), and just as I start thinking this is strange, I notice other people also working, and I am, indeed, the only person with a scythe-shaped scythe. The others are odd boxy contraptions, and mine is apparently old fashioned. Every once in a while, I'll pass my mother, and we have a conversation in which she more or less tells me off for what I'm about to do. Glowing patterns start appearing on the hedges while we talk, and she quickly chops them off. I finish, and start running around riling up the protesters by screaming and waving my scythe in the air, and damaging the hedges near the front of the crowd, which belong to the king. Eventually, the king comes out, dressed in very elaborate robes and headdress, and starts gesturing to the crowd to calm down. I approach him, and then wake up.

Frustrating Awakenings

I'm still in bed, and my little sister and mom come in. My sister starts telling me about how she was talking to the police officer at the high school, and that she found out he likes facebooking, and sent me a message, and that I really should be more active on facebook. She hands me a stack of photos, the one on top being a photo of my facebook profile, and I look at the time of the most recent message (11:32pm) and tell her that this was sent after I went to bed, so how could I have answered it? I then notice it was from my friend J, something about breeding her horse and genetic testing, and ask my sister what this has to do with the police officer, since I can't see any messages from him anywhere.

Suddenly I'm at a cross country competition, and I'm showing my mom the rest of the photos, which were taken by my friend J of her friend competing with her horse at the competition. My mom starts leaving, and I follow, explaining how the riders judge the distance between jumps by walking the course before hand. She starts talking to a man, but I can't hear the conversation.

I wake up, and lean over the stool beside my bed where I keep a pad of paper, and write down the dream. I show it to my mom and my sister, and we have a conversation about the dream I just had.

Then I wake up again, confused for a moment, and once again lean over the stool to write down the dream, plus the false awakening. And then go back to sleep.

And then I wake up AGAIN (for real this time), and realize that I didn't actually wake up the last time ("Oh my GOD" *headwall*) and write down the dream for a third time.

As a side note, I have been attempting a dream journal for three days, and this is now the third day in a row I've had a false awakening to write down my dream (unfortunately the other two times, once I woke up for real, I couldn't remember the dream).