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Dream 1: I'm in my old 5th grade classroom. I look around and I'm amazed at how vivid this was. My class is doing a paper and I look at the heading that reads my name and teacher. What I thought was weird is that the teacher name is Mr.Gonos, who has been dead for three years now. I look up and he's talking to me. I don't remember what he's saying, but he looked like he was talking sarcastically, he was always pretty sarcastic anyway. I think to myself "Wait a minute, your dead, and I'm in your classroom, I must be dreaming!". I'm lucid at this point and I do a nose pinch reality check. I try to remain calm and close my eyes and just try to relax, but it feels like I sort of pass out and then I open my eyes and I see my substitute teacher for the year after Mr.Gonos died. Btw, she is smoking hot. I think I lost lucidity at this point because things were more normal and made more sense. Her sister who was a full time teacher at the school came in with a box of stuff. I don't remember what the two of them were saying but it sounded like they were arguing.

Fragment: For what I vaguely remember is that I was in sandbar sort of area in the inter coastal. There were a few people from school in the water with me. We were running towards a anchored boat. I definitely remember that a kid from my school was laughing his ass off about something.

Dream 3: I know I had other dreams but I forgot to record them earlier when I woke up so the memories of them are long gone... But anyway I remember somehow getting into this room that I'm 95% sure that it was some part of my school, even though it really isn't in waking life. So I'm sitting down on the floor with other kids that I regularly hang out with. The scene kid group walks in and the one kid that we used to hang out with hugs his scene/emo girlfriend and her and other scene kids walk to the far end of the room while he sits down near us. I say something like "What's this queer doing here" and he said some other stuff, I think he said something about my mom. I start bagging on his girlfriend and he's pissed now. He says something else about my mom and I think I was pissed off now. I go for a one-legged take down on him and he sprawls on me and I weave out using this technique I learned in my BJJ class. I look back at his face and he looks at me, except this time he isn't that fag kid, he is my friend who I'm cool with.

Well I had gone to bed around 11:30 and last night me and my 4 year old brother were sharing the bed. I don't know what time it was (maybe around 5 or 6) but he kept moving around, making noise and it was pissing me off because I couldn't sleep very well and I was waking up like every 5 minutes ( he would tickle my head, make sounds with his mouth or jump on the bed). I noticed at one point when my eyes were closed and my bro calmed down that I could see almost like a television with green writing approaching me. I realized that it must mean I'm close to a dream because I've seen this before. So I lied down, refocused my intent to realize I am dreaming.

As the screen came closer to me I could no longer feel my body in bed. It must be noted that everything was pitch black except for the "screen" coming at me , which was green... After it passed by I realized that I was indeed in a dream. This is where things get foggy because I can't remember to well what happened.. I remember at one point I was standing by my bed looking at my hand doing an RC to really see if I was dreaming or not ( it was hard to tell and I almost doubted my self). I looked at my hands BUT I counted 10 fingers. I had to recount 3 times before realizing that the fingers are my hands were moving around ( i know it sounds weird). After that I went off and I remember stepping through some sort of gateway. I purposely forced myself to do it and when I started things turned to 3rd person but then later shifted to First Person.
I later lost lucidity but continued dreaming. I remember being at Church or something and the bus came and my mom asked the driver to wait for me to come out of the church. I did come out and i wondered how come it did wait for me. Anyways at one point I came off to early at one stop and then re-entered. When I came back my mom was gone. I thought maybe she was on the bus behind us.
As we drove, the bus fell off the bridge but no one was hurt. In fact I was freaking out and everyone on the bus was staring at me with blank faces, some gigling at me.
All I remember was waking up sooner or later

[Fragment] I'm in a grocery store, sitting at a disused checkout stand. The store has recently been rearranged so that the checkout stands that are actually being used are on the opposite side of the building, but the old ones were left in place.

I'm parking my Saturn [the car I had in Florida] in the parking lot of an Albertsons grocery store [none that I've ever been to in real life]. I notice that the temperature gauge on the car is maxed out [as it usually was in reality]. I think about how I have to make this car last all year because, in my situation, there's no other method of getting to work that will do. [In this dream,] I'm back in Florida for a second year.

When I went back to bed after having taken some handwritten notes on the above dream, I noticed that my body already felt heavy. I decided to roll with it and try to WILD. I had attempted to do so a few days before during an afternoon nap, and had gotten as far as one of my arms starting to go numb before my mom interrupted me with a question. This time, I succeeded, and to my surprise, it wasn't nearly as scary as I had thought it would be. My hypnagogic hallucinations consisted of a buzzing sound in my head that seemed to go on for a few minutes. Then it stopped, and a few seconds later, I find myself lying in my bed, looking around at my current bedroom. I immediately recognize the false awakening for what it is, since I had been expecting to be dreaming. I did it! I think excitedly.

None of the lights appear to be on, and yet I can see everything clearly. In other words, the room looks very much the way it does when early-morning sunlight is coming in through the window, and yet I'm aware that it's nighttime. I get out of bed and start walking out of the room. Just before I walk out the door, I do the nose-pinch RC just to verify what I already know, and for the cool experience. I can still breathe, which I still think is the neatest sensation.

I go out the door and walk down the hallway. This looks exactly like my real house. There's no one else around. As I pass by the door to P.'s room, I notice light coming from underneath it, but this is normal in our house, so I don't investigate. I go to the front door and open it. It's exactly like the real one, too; I even have to unlock the deadbolt on the screen door before I can open it and go outside.

I walk along the front walk. I notice that I'm wearing one of my summer nightshirts, the one with the teacups printed on it and the pocket in the front. It occurs to me that I could have stopped and gotten dressed if I had thought of it, but I didn't, and it doesn't matter anyway because this is a dream, so it's only natural for me to be wearing sleepwear. I'm not cold at all, though. [The strange part, which, of course, I didn't realize was strange until I'd woken up, was that I wasn't wearing that nightshirt in reality; I was wearing my new purple pajamas. It does get cold at night in the winter here, so I always wear pajamas in winter.]

The scenery outside my house looks just like reality, too. When I get to the driveway, I take off and fly in the way that I've learned to do it, by pushing gently off the ground with my legs and feet while thinking about initiating the act of flying. [The mental process involved is very similar to the mental process involved in starting my bicycle moving with that first push on the pedals, now that I think of it.] It works, but once again, once I get airborne, I immediately start getting pulled backward. I try to relax and let myself be pulled along, as before, but it seems I'm not being taken anywhere in particular. Then I hear a male voice that seems to come from the air around me, and yet sounds like it's coming through a radio speaker. It says something along the lines of, “If you always expect life to go the way you want it to go...” but doesn't finish the thought. I finish the thought with, “...you won't be able to control it?” [Hmm. Very interesting.] [Because, once again, I've forgotten to concentrate and pay attention to the scenery,] the dream fades and I wake up.

[This next dream is from my next sleep cycle on this same night. I'm adding this section on 1/15/11. I didn't have time to write all this out on the day I had the dream, but I did today.]

I'm watching a series of commercials and reading some poster-sized ads for kids' day camp programs at a chain of big, fancy hotels. There are two such programs: one is called “adventure camp” and features soccer, while the other is called “non-adventure camp” and features poetry and other non-athletic, creative activities.

Then, I'm at one of the big, fancy hotels, sitting on the floor in the lobby, leaning up against a wall. I use my laptop to log in to a game website, not Neopets but similar to it, that I've been to before. I wonder, Do I remember my password for this site? The login screen plays music. A lady comes by and asks me to go outside, where the music won't disrupt the quiet of the lobby, so I do. I go out to a wooden patio with several metal table-and-chair sets on it. There are people sitting at the tables and studying, though, so I press the Mute button on my laptop. I ask one of the girls on the patio if the chairs at her table are taken. She offers me a seat, and I take it. Another girl sees my laptop screen, and we have the following conversation:

Girl: Is yours a dragon?
Me: (after figuring out that she's talking about my pet on the site I'm logging on to) Yes, it's a silver dragon.
Girl: They know about it.
Me: Who?
Girl: Your 'rents.

I haven't told my parents about this site. They know about my Neopets account, but not my account on this site. I wonder about the girl, Are you my dream guide? but don't ask her. [Yes, I managed to think that without realizing that I was dreaming. I don't even know.]

Me: We don't get along very well right now. This is part of the reason.

I log in to my account anyway. The screen shows animation of the digital creatures on the site fighting each other by shooting beams of various things out of their mouths, like some Pokémon and Digimon do.

This is sad.

This is the first entry I have ever had for this new blog system, and the first post in a DJ for months.

BUT, I have an LD after... *counts* 6 freaking months. It's not a long one, but I finally have something to work off of.

Type: WBTB, DILD. Length: too short. Quality: excellent.

I started off in my room, in broad daylight. Nothing out of the ordinary considering winter break. I 'woke' to find everything basically where it is IRL. At the corner of my bed was my little sister, wandering in. In reality, she is 13. I was seeing a 3 year old. I tried the 'plug your nose' RC to find this as a dream. I tried it again after standing up to make sure, with the same result. I glanced at a digital clock to find the numbers all wrong and distorted. Already, (unfortunately) the dream was breaking down. Everything started to darken and get a black static effect. I tried to stabilize the dream, but to little success. I cleared the static, but only for a moment. Then, it took over my field of vision and I woke up. Stupidly, I recorded the event in a notebook, and because of it, failed a DEILD.

But at least this is something to work off of later. I haven't had such a chance in a long time. And with the record standing at 5 LDs in more than a year, I kinda suck at this.

Only time will tell.

Bold=Dream

I was in the shower, it was apparently in my parents house, but I remember it being very strange like it was inside but also outside at the same time. It was nighttime. Anyway, for some reason I had my phone in there. It was sitting on one of the little ledges on the wall. All the sudden, it was gone, and I looked around frantically for it, and saw a very obese man wearing a plaid shirt and jeans run off with it. I chased him down to a little river/creek (I was either doing this naked or with a towel on, I can't quite remember this detail) and jumped on him to try to tackle him. Obviously, he was very large, so I couldn't bring him down. Instead, I shoved my fingers into his eyes to blind him, ripped the phone out of his grip, and took off running. Then, I remember going back to my house and telling my mom about what had happened, and she suggested I call the police. I thought that was a good idea, but I don't remember if I ever did it.

The rest of the dream is pretty blurry, unfortunately. I do know there was a bit more to it than that though.

I've been thinking about LDing for the past few days, but I still have yet to do so. I miss it...hopefully I can get back on track with that soon!

I don't know what is wrong with me, but my dreams are lately kind of weird.

Hours of sleep: 9
Recall: 2/5
Vividness:4/5

I'm standing somewhere in my old school waiting for someone. I already took my jacket of and hang it on a handrail. Next to me are tree taps. One of it leaks. I watch how it drops slowly. I'm wondering, why they are good for, because it seems that I'm standing in a floor or something like. I don't know why, but this leaking tap fascinates me.
Suddenly, there is more water flowing down. I try to turn it off, but it breaks and the water flows everywhere. I don't know what to do, so I go to an opened door. I knock and a teacher comes out. It's a chemistry teacher I've known. I explain to her what happened and she goes away to find a plumber somewhere.
While looking her go away, I remind myself that in fact, she died a year ago in a terrible car accident.
Yeah that's true. She just had began to work at my school when she died.
I find it really weird that she's there, but I don't get lucid, because obvious, she faded away. I start to think about it a time, but don't know what to do. So I simply walk in to her class.
I sit down somewhere at the back seats. There are some teenagers who are loafing around. I start a conversation, but I can't remember about what. In the meantime I'm taking notes about their opinions. It seems that I'm doing some work for university, but I don't know why or what.
After a time, I get up and go in front the class, like I did it- But I was learning to become a teacher in primary school and not at an high-school. Anyway, I just keep talking (I don't know about what) and the students are enjoying it

Birthday and burying my grandma so that's why I haven't been able to post much lately... Just abbridged notes.

- Weird shack with mushrooms shaped like vaginas....
- I was flying around some people and they were impressed... but I was locked in a cage.
- Hagrid makes short jokes about me... wtf. I see mel my ex and she's not happy to see me.
- Following some dude around and he tells me to go through some door. Kaomea is there with a blond girl with broken glasses. can't fix it so I argue with kaomea instead.
- Trying to call someone collect but i can hear them on the other end.
- Looking for shrooms on my birthday... I wind up in a school where everyone does crack... my heart is beating like crazy like a panic attack...

Hide The Prostitutes!

I had hired a prostitute. She was blonde, long legged, and very beautiful. We had a lot sex in my bed which I'll spare the details. Time goes on. I hear a door open to my house right as I finish. Obviously I' freaking out so I tell her to get dressed and I run out and go to greet whoever it is. It's my mom's friend (who I made up). She was a short black woman wearing darker earth tones kind of dressed how I would expect a gypsy from long ago to dress, with an ornate shawl and other stuff. She says hi to me and I'm still shirtless but we have pleasantries and all that. The prostitute comes out of my room and my mom's friend looks trouble. "Who is that?" I quickly tell her that it was one of my neighbors who was in the area and decided to drop by. My mom's friend believes this and then I hear more car doors slam shut as more people arrive. I rush the prostitute into the garage and ask her if she has a ride or if I was supposed to give her one. The reason I asked was because this prostitution service was a call and deliver kind of thing. I called and she was delivered. She wasn't answering me which was making me even more stressed out. I could hear more people enter the house. For some reason there were a lot of people coming into my house and I did not know why. Finally she answered that a ride was coming for her and all I had to do was stall.

I opened the garage door and took her outside and into the front lawn. More people saw her, they were not family, and asked so I told them the same story. They gave her a lawn mower and told her to get started on the lawn. Reluctantly she did. While I made my way back into the house, my mom's friend told me that she was having trouble with the lawn mower. I looked, and instead of going in rows, she was mowing diagonally and was not hitting a bunch of grass. Silly prostitute! I told her how to do it correctly but then brought her back to the garage where she could be seen less and I think it was then that her ride came. It was a beaten up red gremlin, and the woman driving that did a horrible parking job. I got the woman to come back to the garage. She was hot too, probably another prostitute. I told them that if anyone asked, they were my distant cousins that were just in the neighborhood. I was only slightly aware that I had changed the story from before but I didn't mind too much. I shooed them away and they ran to the car and I could hear the screeching of tires. Finally safe! I waled out of the garage only to see that they had hit the curb rather hard and the front fender of their low riding gremlin was bent in. I ran up, told them that it didn't matter and rushed them off. Finally...safe.

I did this using the WBTB technique, which seems to work PERFECTLY with me :D
[B]Dream 1[/B]: I was on a dragon. I looked around for a bit then decide to jump off. When I fall, I am in my house on the staircase. I wake up.
[B]
Dream 2:[/B] I am on the staircase. I try to run the other direction. [B][I]EXTREMELY VIVID[/I][/B]. I can see everything in great detail. I run to the end of the hall and, *BOOM*, I'm awake.

Dream 3: So short it barely deserves talking about. I looked out of my bedroom window for like 3 seconds and then woke up :shock:

Dream 4: I was in my bedroom I tried to jump out the window but the whole thing came out, and me with it. I hit the ground but wasn't hurt. For some reason a four year old came up to me and I pushed him into a tree, hahaha!:cheeky:

kk that's all

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[SIZE="3"][COLOR="Black"]12/29/10 - 3[/COLOR][/SIZE] [SIZE="1"][COLOR="#808080"](Non-lucid)[/COLOR][/SIZE]

[SIZE="1"][COLOR="#808080"]NON-DREAM[/COLOR] [COLOR="#1E90FF"]DREAM[/COLOR] [COLOR="#DC143C"]LUCID[/COLOR][/SIZE]

[COLOR="#808080"][/COLOR][COLOR="#808080"]I'm really frustrated right now. I nearly always sleep until 11, 12,or even 1, but this morning I woke up at 8 and could never get back to sleep. I tried to fall back asleep for an hour but couldn't. :([/COLOR][COLOR="#1E90FF"]

1) I'm in bed, trying to go back to sleep. It's the morning, and I'm kind of hoping for a WILD but really I just want to go back to sleep so I can recall more dreams and hopefully DILD. Unfortunately, my little brother comes in my room and starts harrassing me. He's yelling and aggravating me in any way possible just to make me miserable and ruin any lucid chances. I'd be happy just to get back to sleep, really. He's holding onto something that belongs to me. He's attacking me and grabbing me, so I try to hurt him to deter him. This doesn't work, so I pinch him and won't let go. I keep hurting him and he starts crying, running out of my room to go cry to mom. He's going to try to blame this on me, but really it's his fault and I have nothing to worry about because I was just defending myself.

[/COLOR][COLOR="#808080"]Unfortunately, this dream pretty much came true (besides the part where my brother came in). I was miserably trying to fall back asleep at 8:00 AM (4 hours before I usually wake up) but couldn't. :([/COLOR][COLOR="#1E90FF"]

2) continuation of 1?? It's the early morning and I can't go back to sleep. I really want to, but I'm having a tough time. I'm kind of disoriented and everything's kind of fuzzy; mental acuity is abysmal. I decide that I need to check my fantasy basketball team immediately and that's why I can't fall asleep. I check my iPod Touch in bed and realize that I don't have anyone playing in the PF position. This is really important, because my star player (with PF eligibility) is sitting on the bench and his game starts at 2:27. If I go back to sleep now, I'll miss putting him in by the start of the game. For some reason, there's no button on the iPod Touch to edit the roster, so I quickly run upstairs to the desktop computer. I look for the site on my Favorites Bar but it isn't there. I click the double arrow (for the rest of the favorites) and see it near the bottom of the list. I go to the site, but it isn't there.

I'm on Wikipedia and I find out that the site on which I play fantasy basketball has been bought by another company. It doesn't explicitly say this, but that's what I ascertain from reading the article. It has a chart comparing the two sites, showing that the one that bought mine is clearly better in every regard. I scroll down the page of baseball information, such as a St. Louis Cardinals fan posting "if we had kept D. H. Neagle for another season, we would've [been competitive for another season.]" D. H. Neagle actually tied C. C. (which stands for Cy Young) for third in the MLB in wins in 1903 with 803. He went 48-10 with a 3.38 ERA. "Theo should look at the two guys who beat them as eligible for his homosexual roster!" replied a poster who was apparently disgruntled with the Red Sox's offseason moves. I then see a Tigers fan post that "We're losing 7 players this offseason who we're not going going to be able to resign." As I expected, a Red Sox fan replied "Well you took one of our best players," referring to Victor Martinez. Without reading the rest of the conversation, I understood how the rest of the conversation went: the Tigers fans are mad that the Red Sox are spending exorbitantly and are going to add Brian Fuentes to an already stacked roster, essentially buy a championship and assembling a team that's unbeatable.

The rest of the posts all referenced a number in the 700s (720?) that I eventually guessed was a 4chan meme meaning homosexual. It's apparently derived from a French phrase commonly translated incorrectly. I read some people posting the phrase, and the key word was "stoné." I remember thinking to myself that I should read the French because I can, but I'm generally too lazy. I started reading, and the only word I got to was "malicia."

[COLOR="#808080"]EDIT: I'm really glad I had that dream! I had completely forgotten about my fantasy basketball team, and when I just checked, I saw that I had had Kevin Love and Danny Granger on the bench for the past three days! :O Thank you for the reminder, dream![/COLOR]

3) I'm with my dad and we've crossed the border for the first time (to Florida??). I mention that the houses are big and my father agrees. As we walk through a neighborhood, the houses are actually pretty small, although the ones we saw at first near the border were definitely big.[/COLOR][/INDENT]

First off, I'm really sorry that this is SO long. It took me half an hour just to type it all up- and I type fast! But it was really one of the strangest dream experiences that I've had. This is the first time I've ever played around with any of the dream techniques that I've read on this site, so I'm excited about it. The first part of the dream, I was non-lucid and it's really long. Then I became lucid for a while. Then I woke up briefly and attempted a WILD.

In which a chance encounter with Julian Assange causes me to get mixed up in his trial…

I’m riding in the back of a chauffeured car with my husband. We see Julian Assange hitchhiking on the side of the road. He is wearing a black suit with black shades and he has a Blue Tooth in his ear. He looks like a Secret Serviceman.

We pull over and offer him a ride. He climbs in the front of the car and asks us to take him to the Austin capitol. He says that he expects there to be a huge crowd of curious people lined up along the way to see him, and that we will probably have to fight our way past people at the capitol too. Then he spends the remainder of the ride alternately texting on his Blackberry and talking on his Blue Tooth. Meanwhile, my husband and I roll up the divider between the front and back seats and we have sex.

We arrive at the capitol. There are no members of the general public waiting at all, but the place is swarming with media. The capitol building is also a courthouse, and Julian Assange presents himself to the judge. My husband also drops me off at the capitol as my workplace and my school are just a few blocks away, and he takes the car and continues on to his own job. I’m walking with my backpack when a crowd of reporters surround me and usher me into the rotunda. They are all asking me questions about having sex with Julian Assange. Apparently someone snapped a blurry picture of me having sex with my husband in the car, then they saw Julian Assange and me get out and assumed I’d been with him. I try to clear up the confusion, but everyone is shouting at once and I can’t get a word in.

One of the reporters puts a television camera in my face and a microphone. Everyone else goes silent because this guy is with the BBC. He asks me very loudly, “Did you have consensual sex with Julian Assange?” I know this is live television and I’m flustered and embarrassed. I look into the camera and say, “No.” The crowd of reporters erupt into gasps and howls. I’d meant “no- I didn’t have sex with him” but they interpreted it to mean “no- it wasn’t consensual”. I heard them screaming accusations at Julian Assange and they were asking me if I planned to press rape charges. I tried to leave the crowd, but they blocked my way.

Finally I become disgusted with the whole thing, and I want to put an end to it as quickly and easily as possible. I announce in a loud, clear voice that we had consensual sex, that he did not rape me and that there was no story to be had here. Just two adults having consensual sex! I ask them to leave me alone. They lose interest and allow me to leave.

Off in one of the side wings of the rotunda is a short, plump friendly looking lady dressed in gypsy clothes. She is leading a mule by its reins. A young gypsy girl stands next to her, dressed in a colorful shirt and a black lace shawl. The woman calls me over to her. She explains that Julian Assange is the father of the young girl but that he refuses to pay child support and she asks me for help. I tell her that I hope things work out for her but that I have no connection to either Wikileaks or Assange’s sexual assault case. We shake hands and I turn around to leave.

I exit the rotunda and the grounds outside are covered in sand. The area is completely empty, but as I start to walk to the street, I see my brother sit down in the sand with a plastic shovel and some pails.

“Are you really going to build sand castles?” I ask him in disbelief. My brother is in his 30s so this seemed very strange to me. He looks embarrassed at first, then adamantly maintains that there is nothing wrong with an adult building sand castles. We laugh about it. I ask him why he is here.

“I heard that Julian Assange was going to appear in court today and I figured there’d be a big crowd here to see him so I came to witness the public circus. But when I got here, there was no one here but reporters,” he explains.

“Yeah, I was surprised too. Last year, when the pope came to visit, there was a huge crowd,” I answer.

“Well that makes sense,” my brother says, “since the pope is really famous. But I saw an even bigger crowd here a few years back when ABBA came.”

Then for a little while we discuss ABBA and how they have some really great songs despite their reputation of being a cheesy disco group. Then I tell my brother that I have to rush home to call my mother-in-law as she was sure to watch BBC and get upset when she hears me saying that I had consensual sex with Julian Assange. I need to go home and call her to explain. We say goodbye and I walk home.

In which I fly around the mountains and become lucid…

This is a continuation of the long dream above.

My house is a one-room cabin with large windows. I look out the windows and see beautiful and imposing mountains lining the landscape. I think for a second that it is odd to see such majestic mountains in Austin and I wonder if I’m back in the Himalayas. I stare at the mountains carefully though and realize that the peaks are too low and smooth to be Himalayan peaks. They appear to be snow-capped, but when I look more closely I realize that the snow is actually the color of caramel and it is spread along each softly rounded peak like icing on a cinnamon bun. This is such a beautiful sight that I lean far out the window so that I can look up and see the top of the mountains.

From this vantage point, I’m able to see that actually there are three ranges of mountains with valleys between them. The second is taller than the first and the third’s jagged and steep peaks reach high up into the clouds. Mountains this tall don’t exist outside the Himalayas, I think to myself.

For a moment, I consider how I went so quickly from Austin to Nepal, but then I’m too rapt with the sight to wonder about this. I step out the window and start to fly to the mountains. I am daunted by the steep face of the third range. I realize I don’t have the skills to climb it and that if I tried, I’d fail embarrassingly, but I’m pretty sure I could conquer the second. Looking for a good path, I fly along the ridge that connects the first low range to the second. It seems like an easy hike up the first and then it is just a matter of walking along the ridge until I get to the final climb up the peak of the second. I fly around this peak looking for the best climbing path. I decide that it might be easier to see it all if I go up higher than the third peak, and I soar up above the clouds and look down. Suddenly I see an amazing sight.

There is a ridge connecting the tallest of the first, second and third ranges, and on each peak is a hexagonal landing pad of some sort. They look like helicopter landing pads only they are much larger. Each pad is connected with a runway. This is impossible to see from the ground. You must be up in the sky above the mountains to see it. I marvel at this for a little while and keep flying higher and higher.

Then from behind the third range, I see a gigantic house towering over all the tallest peak. At first, the house is beautiful. It is made of brightly colored panes of glass. But when I glance away from it for a second, it changes. Now it is made of pieces of scrap metal, old tin roofs and garbage. It looks like millions of shanties from the Dharvi slum stacked on top of each other up into the clouds.

I stare at it for a while and ponder all of it. It is absolutely impossible, I realize, for any of this to be happening. At that moment, I become lucid.

I fly down into the valley in front of the tower and see all sorts of huge mobile statues made of scrap metal. Most of them are beautiful, and they all move in the wind. Most of them contain spinning flowers and pinwheels. They are fun, colorful and creative. I’m absolutely delighted to be dreaming these things. I fly back over the lowest mountain range, the one with the soft, rounded peaks covered in icing. They are gorgeous. Even though I know I’m dreaming, I really feel how beautiful nature is and I’m very happy.

Then I see another mobile statue. This one is metal pole on which many shelves have been welded. The shelves are connected to the pole with gears that look like clockworks and they all spin around. At the end of the shelves are giant but dainty multi-colored tea cups. I fly up and down this mobile statue and realize that I’ve dreamt about this before. I try really hard to remember when I’ve seen it before, but thinking about this causes the dream to disintegrate and I wake up in my bed.

In which I attempt to WILD and possibly succeed…

I have just woken up from the dream above. I have an atomic clock in my bedroom that projects the time on my ceiling. It is almost 5AM. I’m laying on my back, and I can see the window by my bed and feel my husband’s body next to me. I think about what a cool dream that was and also how my body still feels heavy with sleep. I have not moved at all. I know the alarm clock will go off in a few minutes since we have it set for 5. I close my eyes again and think about what I read on this website about WILD. I’ve never tried WILD before, but since I’m so relaxed and heavy with sleep, I figure this would be a good time to try.

I let my body relax some more but I keep thinking to myself “I’m dreaming, I’m dreaming, I’m dreaming”. This goes on for a little while and then my body feels like it is jerking awake- the way you feel when you fall in a dream and it jerks you awake. Then for a little while the room feels like it’s quaking and I hear a really loud sound. It is similar to what is sounds like when as a child I used to stand underneath the trestles and watching a train pass by above me. This went on for a very short period of time and then it stopped. I could feel myself still in my bed with my eyes closed. I wasn’t sure if I was asleep or not.

I opened my eyes and I was still in my bed beside my window, but I was in a different room. Strangely enough, I was very calm at first. I just lay there and looked around. Then I got up. From then on, I had this strange compulsion in my body- I could not slow down or be still. I felt like my body was in a constant state of movement and all I could do was steer its direction. It was like I was hovering above the ground.

I went over to the door and decided to see if I could pass through it without opening it. I did, and it was easy. Then I was standing on a banister of a spiraling staircase in a three story house. I went down the first flight of stairs and heard someone moving around below. I shouted “hello” to whoever it was, but no one answered. My voice sounded really loud and it echoed. I could feel my vocal chords vibrating in my throat, and I wondered if I really said hello in my real body laying in bed. It took a lot of energy to shout and I was afraid that I’d wake myself up if I did it again so I decided not to talk anymore.

I was still standing on the second floor and I looked out the window. I decided to try to fly, and I leapt from the banister out the window and flew out of the house. Then I was standing in the yard. It was dark, the stars were bright and there was a pine tree beside me. I looked up at the sky and decided to fly towards the stars. They were big and beautiful and shining. I flew and flew as high as I could, but after a while I got tired. They were just too far away so I started to sink back down.

It was lovely falling slowly through the sky back towards the earth. I passed a satellite along the way and it had a microphone on it. I leaned over and shouted “hello!” again. It sounded strange again and it took a lot of energy.

At this point, I became a little giddy and silly. I don’t know what happened, but I started to feel like I was losing control. Part of the problem was this constant state of compulsion that my body felt. I had to keep moving and I didn’t know how to slow it down so that I could think. My mind started racing and I got really crazy. I started doing loops in the air and just laughing hysterically.

I was falling in standing position with my feet towards the ground. When I was eye level with the roof of the house where I started, I saw a giant purple and pink plush rabbit sitting on the roof. It had to be 15 feet tall. It was an Easter Bunny stuffed animal but it had a menacing face. It was wearing a top hat. I hovered in the air around it for a while and wondered where it came from. I was pretty sure I did not dream up this rabbit- but here it was, as real and detailed as can be. I was also surprised that it did not scare me. I knew I was dreaming so I wasn’t afraid of it despite its menacing face.

I flew back down to the ground and entered the house through the backdoor on the first floor. There was someone in the shower and I decided to go see who it was. I ran in a crazy way towards the shower, pulled the curtains back and shouted “Boo!” but before I could see who it was, the alarm clock went off and I woke up.

This whole dream took just a few minutes though it felt like an hour. After I woke up, I started to question the whole thing. To be honest, I don’t know if I really had a WILD experience or if I just dreamed that I did.

I'm at work, and standing in the front hallway. All the kids are wearing Halloween costumes! A girl walks by and tells me to watch one of her kids, but I don't know him. So I go into the cafeteria to get him and he's eating. I start to walk towards him, and he stands up and walks away. Every time I find him he disappears, and no matter how close I get to him, he keeps ducking behind groups of people and stays just out of my reach.

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Good morning! Had a LAN with my brother last night, so I didn't get the "quality" sleep I would have wanted. Anyways, had a few dreams.

04.00: Bedtime

05.30: Fragment
*I'm with Felix, his new girl and some other person. I comment on his girlfriend's toenails. Something about the story "Greta and Hans". She seems to be offended, what a stuck up one.

07.00: Zombies
I'm standing behind a car with a friend, watching a crowd of people running by. I can see several of them are infected, but they haven't become aggressive yet. We head down into a narrow alley, most likely leading down towards the sewers. Opening a massive steel door, we find a hatch under some pipes. There's an even narrower path going from here. We try to get down the hatch, but suddenly I hear something. "Shh, quiet! Stand still" I whisper. A man comes around the corner, it's Peter from work. He opens the door and heads out, just as he's about to close it, he notices us. He closes the door. "Wtf? He's so slow of thought that he didn't even notice us haha!" I exclaim.

The dream skips. I'm holding up another steel door, looking into a large dressing room. There's another door on the left side of the room and a few old classmates of mine is changing their clothes or whatever. I can hear the zombies howling nearby. "Hurry up! We have to go!" I yell at the people. They don't hurry up at all, and I can hear the zombies closing in. A girl is standing close to the door I am holding up. The zombies come bursting through the other door and I grab the girl and toss her into our room. I close the door, but too late. Just as it's about to shut, the zombies get a hold of it. I release it and give up. I know I will die, but as they are behind me, I load the dream and is now back where I started. I start yelling at my old classmates for being idiots.

13.15: Gangster
I'm with a few other people, standing outside of a large glass building. We are about to blow it up. Using walkie-talkie's we try to synchronise the blasts. A few goes off, and later on two more. I'm waving some kind of flag. Dropping everything, we walk towards the building. The cops haven't shown up yet, but we are not about to wait up for them. We enter the building and walk into the glass elevator. "Who will take care of the dog? We need someone crazy to do it" just what I need. "I'll do it, I need a gun though" I say and find one in my pocket. "Oh don't worry, I brought a spare one just in case" I pull it out, it's a beretta. I can feel my pulse rising, hyperventilating I make it beat superfast.

"Worst case scenario, I'll just fly for real instead of in a dream" I say and laugh. We reach the top of the building. I look down and get a tingling sensation in my toes from the height. I spot a green helicopter. Apparently we're not that high up, because suddenly we are all jumping down the buildings, roof after roof. Everything is in slowmotion, like I'm in a movie. A girl tries to contact me, but I ignore her. I start taking off my jacket and hat, and is just about to walk back to our appartment when I spot a girl talking on the phone.

I hide in the sunlight. She gets very close but she doesn't notice me. The sun is blinding her. She hangs up. "You know how much trouble you will get into if they see us together?" she asks me. I jump off the ledge and hide behind a wall. She laughs. "You'll break your neck one day if you continue jumping around like that.

13.15: Wake up

Amount of sleep: 9 hours

Supplements before bed: 200 ml applejuice, 2 x Omega-3

That's it!

Keep on dreaming, HARE BRA!

my usual blabbering Dream Lucid dream

i can't recall everything but this is what i know from the building a bridge thing i dont know the correct order(if the bridge was build for or after this but anyway this is what i know)
okay so i was on this uncompleted building with wooden layers en constructions everywhere there weren't even windows up here!! and i noticed it was sky high!. but its was pretty comfortable aswell there were all kinds of normal things you see in the living room and for out of nowhere this hot girls came in and she said she lived here aswell. suddenly i was building some kind of bridge at the same high and i was scared as shit i used unbelievably big bridge pieces to construct it.. thats why it was finished easlyallthough i cant recall where it ends anyways back at that weird construction my brother appeard and told me the girl didn't like it much that i was here.. because she needed to study and i was like wth?! i tryed to search her but i failedafter that i woke up.


now this second was was pretty vivid and recallable and pretty long to!
so i finally went to the supermarket for some apple juicewich btw i wanted to get in real life as a dream aid! lolbut for some reason i just couldn't find the damn juice i had all kinds of other useless stuff but anyways i just looked further and futher. i asked alot of the coworkers there but they acted like they didnt know it. so i was like WTF MAN WHERE'S THE DAMN JUICE! and i turned arround(or something like that)and boom i found it! it really weird packaging but i don't mind! i had it! so of i was really to pay for it at this really nice looking cashier but i couldn't find my debit card!! but for some reason i found it.. well after me there was this (now the weird combo comes)hot but fat woman round her 30'sno really.. she had alot of sexappeal arround her! and im REALLY picky when it comes to girls!for some reason she said to me and the cashier come with me. and we where like okay why not? suddenly where teleported inside her home wich was a huge mension. and i undress immediately and i was totally nude now and so where the others. i was starting to feel arroused and i knew my dick started to be come hard so i just runned down and i noticed this house had alot of indoor swimming pools.. but at that point.. i noticed.. people.. ALOT of people!! PEOPLE I KNOW! and i was like $*#@ this!! and i runned back to find my boxers and swimmingpants?
so after running back upstairs alot of times i noticed all the others pools wich where empty before had people in it! this place changed into a big pool just for the normal people who paid for it etc!(sorry don't know the right way to say it!) damn i was finally at the dressing room!(but wtf i unclothed at the door! but anyways)omg wtf?! i can't find my boxers! i only got this briefs?! wth!? this aint mine! but wtf i pulled it on and it was so uncomfortable i noticed other people where comming aswell.. and for some reason they told me that the fat woman was pretty evil after wards? and i was like thinking wait what? is this some kind of movie or something after that i cant recall anything anymore so i probably awoke shortly after that
but what the hell what a dream recall i suddenly have! and it was really vivid! amazing!

So, had a weird lucid last night. Well, I had a regular lucid, but the false awakening after that was crazy.
When I false awakened I was in a bed. I thought it was mine (I wasn't lucid at the moment) I sat up and thought about the lucid I just had, and how I didn't have one in a while so this was pretty cool. Then, I heard an old ladies voice. I don't remember what she said but she said one sentence. Then suddenly I got pinned against the bed, which was a huge surprise, never thought that that would happen. I looked around but didn't see anyone. I couldn't move. I then heard the loudest thing Ive ever heard in my whole life. "YOU KNEW YOU'D BE PISSED OFF WHEN YOU DIDN'T EVEN LET ANYONE EVEN TAKE A GLANCE AT YOU" a woman said in my left ear. (sounded like she was 30 or somthing). She sounded like she was talking in an angry tone of voice, but she was not yelling, although her voiced boomed in my head. Right after she said that I woke up; ears buzzing. I wonder if it means something. Nothing in real life is that loud. I think it means I knew I'd be in a worse mood when I didn't have any lucid dreams. (dream entities seeing me) And that particular entity wanted me there. She did that as if she really really wanted me to pay attention to those words.