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Well, this one didn't really make sense. It was a very long dream, because daytime shifted to nighttime along with a large amount of me walking about, It felt like a day, and I recall every moment of it in complete clarity. I just wish I was lucid. I'm still in school apparently. Summer school, and I was going to my classes and then lunch, which had one of those water ice things to eat. Trying to find my next class with I couldn't. I didn't have my roster. I kept looking and looking, but it is nowhere to be found. Ran into some electronic store in the school, saw a bunch of familiar faces. Outside, someone threw a pack of cards into my back bag trying to not let the other guy know. I gave it back. Some Asian kid spoke to me who I apparently knew in the dream, but I don't. Still trying to find that class, and it became nighttime. I somehow figured that it was another address or another building. Ran into some art school along the way, but that is not what I was looking for. I ran into some interesting people along the way before I woke up.

It seems that the fish oil is working well. I am able to recall at least a fragment of a dream almost every night.

I am at a school of some type. Somehow, I've gotten into disfavor with the leadership of the school as well as some of the tough guys at the school. I am constantly threatened physically, but I buck up, and face it. I get into several fights, all of which are a blur, but I seem to do well. I have a hard time moving my arms to make a fist and punch, but my rhetoric seems to work just as well. I'm tagged as the bad boy, and put under house arrest. If I don't mend my ways, I'll end up in jail. Sorry, I don't take to bullies, so I continue. I push people to the edge, and attack my enemies with my fists.

The source of this dream is obvious to me. Yesterday I wrote a very passionate letter talking about the terrible state our country is in. I was extremely agitated as I wrote, pissed off by OBama, Pelosi, and Reed. The devil's triad. This dream is a representation of me fighting back against a government that is slowly but surely taking over every aspect of our lives, and ruining our country. This is my opinion, please don't rebut it. It has nothing to do with anything but to form the basis of my dream. If you disagree, so be it, but this is not the forum to argue.

Conditions:
Fell asleep: 1:00 am
2400 mg of Omega 3-6 Fish Oil

COMMENT LUCID NON LUCID DREAM SIGN

Non-Lucid, But I might have been Semi-Lucid because it was about something that was going on in my life.

I was taking my friend's broken xbox 360 back to him, and he had one of my games for mine. I got to his house and as I was holding his xbox, we traded for the game and xbox. I got into my car to go home, and my dream started to fade.

Type: DILD.
Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

I was in a large room, probably around 150x150 feet, that had very high ceilings. The walls were almost non-existent, as there were massive panes of glass to act as windows which substituted the need for walls. The floor was pale blue tile, and once you put all this together, it looked like an indoor community pool area.

However, there wasn't the typical pool in the center of the room.

There was an upside-down cone-shaped structure that was olive green in color, with four accents of dark blue metal strips around the sides. It was probably around twenty feet tall, and made of thick steel, but it was hollow in the middle. The cone was filled with water, leaving only seven or eight feet of empty space above the surface. This is where I, along with four friends of mine, were clutching, spaced out evenly. We were holding onto the sides because as we climbed into the cone, the actual handles retreated so we didn't have anything else to hold onto (this wasn't shown in the dream, but I just knew).

We were playing another game in a series of challenges. We were supposed to defeat a creature that was swimming in the water below us. It was pale pink and had blurry black spots all over its body, but I couldn't tell this until it actually surfaced.

We were holding on for a few moments, looking at each other, when it suddenly surfaced, only coming a few feet above the water. Because of this, we could only see its backside. A few moments later, its back appeared out of the water again and it lashed out with a massive claw. After it did this, its head appeared for a few instances but I didn't see its face. It continued to do this, traveling along the side of the cone in the water. I found the pattern easily, while the others were just standing in confusion.

"You have to jump on its head once it swipes," I told one of my friends, the one who it was coming up to next. She nodded, but when the creature came around, she only dodged its claw and didn't jump. "I'm scared!" she told me, and I did a facepalm.

"I'll do it then," I muttered. When the creature came around to my side of the cone and once it finished lashing out, I pushed myself off the side and onto its head. I bounced off slightly and ended up catching the side of the cone again, and the creature recoiled, going back into the water. I heard a congratulatory beep.

The dream ended.

I just remembered now after being awake for a couple of hours... The actual dream is very fragmented and i can't remember specifics. however there is one small piece of the dream that i remember.

I'm standing on a road with my mom(?). I walk off the road into a small clearing of grass, it is some kind of small park. Now i don't know if I was imagining this but i started thinking about dreaming. and then i thought what if i'm dreaming now? I tried doing a RC by counting my fingers. Now this part gets really blurry and now that i'm awake i can't prove to myself that i ever actually did the RC successfully and ever became lucid. But the fact that i was questioning whether i was dreaming seems like progress... would you consider this a semi-lucid dream?

(PREPARE FOR EXTREMELY WEIRD DREAMS)

My dream recall continues to improve...what memories are there are in near-perfect detail, and I even remember more than one dream, although the second one was very short and came late in the morning.

Dream 1: I was at a gathering of some sort in a large room. Even though it was fairly crowded, it didn't take me long to notice the huge canisters against one of the walls. I walked closer to them, and saw that they were filled with a green, transparent liquid, and a man was sitting Indian-style in the midst of it. He was skinny and totally hairless, plus his skin had taken on a sickly, pale green tone from being in the liquid so long. A tube ran from the back of his head to the bottom of the canister, where a bunch of machinery was.

"What is this?" I muttered to myself.

The man in the liquid opened his eyes and replied:

"I'm being grown into a pickle."

I didn't believe him at first. But there was another such canister next to this one, and the man inside it chimed in:

"It's true."

I ran to find someone who knew what was going on with the men in the canisters. The first person that came to mind was the guy that owned the place, so I talked to him first.

"Excuse me," I began, "do you know what's going on with the men in the canisters back there?"

"They're being grown into pickles, what else?" He replied, as if this were common knowledge. After a moment, he realized I still didn't understand. "You mean...you don't know how pickles are grown? No one ever told you?"

"Told me what?"

He started to walk over to the canisters as he spoke:

"That all the other stories about how pickles are grown are just that--stories. Lies designed to cover up the truth that pickles are grown from humans in canisters like these. The machinery at the base runs the whole thing by connecting to the person inside through the tube at the back. The liquid is what causes the real transformation, though. The machines simply speed things up and make sure it all goes well. The process takes nearly fifty years to complete."

I was shocked.

"Why would people give up their lives for this?" I asked.

"They believe it is a better form of existence." Came the simple reply.

"How the heck is that a better form of existence? That must stink to have to sit down for fifty years straight."

We had reached the canisters by now, and one of the men inside heard me say that, and I guess he agreed.

"You're right!" He exclaimed. "Oh, to get to run again! I've been in here for 25 years...I can't take it any longer! Quick! Get me out!"

The owner of the place protested.

"You can't quit now!"

I didn't listen. I grabbed a nearby crowbar and smashed the canister open. All the liquid poured out, which fried the machine and freed the man inside. He looked more alien than human, but he was alive, and not a pickle, which was good enough for him.

"This can't go on." I told the owner.

I left the building and marched straight to a political gathering. I pushed the speaker aside like he was nothing and took the podium for myself.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I'm here to inform you of a conspiracy."

As I spoke, the dream left first-person and was spectating fields of humans being grown into pickles. All stages of the transformation were visible; the ones that were nearly pickle-ized looked quite creepy.

"It turns out that we have things backwards. Previously, in life as we once knew it, pickles were harvested, and humans were grown. However, I have seen the truth with my own eyes, and it is not that way. The truth is, that pickles are grown, and humans are being harvested--yes, humans are being harvested as pickles through a transformation chamber that is neither right nor pleasant. I would inform you..."

I was knocked out by the cops, then.

When I came back to, there was green transparent liquid all around me. I could feel a tube attached to the back of my head. When I reached out, I could feel glass only a couple feet away from me. And outside, I could see the owner of that building I began in. My skin was pale. My arms were woefully skinny. I knew exactly what they had put me in. I tried to break out, but couldn't...

Then I woke up. It probably would have been a kind of creepy dream if the thing people were being turned into wasn't pickles

Dream 2: There was a celebration going on in China that had achieved world-wide attention. It was a celebration of McDonald's anniversary, and it was completely led and organized by a 10-year old girl. I wasn't physically present, but I was seeing an interview with the kid on Discovery Channel. She explained to the news guy how she had organized everything and who was doing what and how it was possible, and then showed him the floats of the parade, the most prominent of which was a play on the chinese dragon where a whole bunch of people stand beneath it and walk around with it over their heads. Rather than a long dragon, it was a float that looked like a chain of hamburgers.

Weird, right? Pickles as a dream sign, I mean. Hamburgers have pickles on them, and the first dream had pickles...so that seems to be the common element with my dreams last night. No idea why.

Too tired to write down my dreams last night. These two were from the night before.

I'm working at brew and grow and it's crowded. Alex and mike are working in back and I'm alone up front. I'm helping one customer and then a small group walks in and stars asking questions. The lead guy is wearing some sort of rain coat. I start trying to help him and I realize that the computer isn't working properly and that our sales system seems really screwed up. As I'm talking another woman walks in and i glance over and ask if I can help her. She points behind me and tells me to tell president bush we have a roof leak. I smirk and tell her I can tell Obama. I then notice bow bad it's leaking and sprint to the back to ask Alex to help these customers because I'm so frustrated with the system that I'm about to cry. He does and I grab a ton of buckets and run back up front and start layin them out to catch the leak. One bucket has a ton of sand in it. The leak is pretty bad and then I notice mike crouching in front if the hop freezer with a basket of hops in his hands. He's putting them back in the freezer. I'm immediately frustrated because he ditched the counter duties to stock and I ask him if he's stocking. He says yeah and that a customer just left these there. I peak in the basket and it too is full of sand. I remember thinking that hops don't need to be constantly cold and he shoulda helped me anyways. I wake up.

Giant bathrooms in a mansion
I keep going to the biggest stall in the corner with my laptop and watching adult videos. Brazzerz. Kitty corner in another stall someone left their laptop in there. I go in Again and this time choose a tiny stall closer to the entrance. Once inside a video starts playing of pro bowl Tommy Harris in a locker room with some half naked chick doing a wwf style interview. Camera cuts ahead to a college football game where his team wins a super high scoring game and all the players leave the field and throw their cleats into the air and they land on their bus. The q.b threw for 187 yards 5 TDs and 3 int.

We all, (people from New Paltz) went on a school trip to the beach. I remember asking Lakendra to come with me to the bathhouse to get my stuff, because it was getting dark and I was scared.

Me and my mom go to eat lunch on top of this very high pole, that was sort of birds eye view of some high way in New Jersey. I was so scared for my life, but after a while I got used to it.

I was bragging to my little cousin about all the famous people that went to my school, like Selena Gomez and Justin Beiber.

first thing i remember i was walking down the aisle of some church with a few of my friends going to sit down for mass. We sand a few songs when all the sudden shit started getting weird at the church. All the lights went dim and voices started bellowing from the walls. Natually, my friends and i left. When we got outside the church we were walking up this large dirt mountain for a reason i dont no. When we got to the top we looked at the beautiful view of the entiree world. When we had enough we played a game of tag and slid down the mountain on our behinds. when we got to the bottome two men were having an argument looking like they were about to fight, i was egging them on but one of the guys kept chickening out. I said fuck it lets go then i remeber waking up in my room.

I was at an event with a bunch of people I used to hang out with years ago. It was clear in dream-continuity that the same amount of time had passed, and the event was being held near where I live now and not where we used to play.

"E" is one of those people that I have a long and complicated past with without ever actually dating. He and I were going after the same spot in the event, and wound up in a very minor scuffle over it. Unfortunately for some reason we were on a subway platform and I fell down in the tracks.

The floor was a tan, speckled formica with the tracks inset to the point where it was almost flat. The space between the platform and the wall was about ten or twelve feet. E came down to try to help me, but a train was coming. I knew that there would be indents on the wall side that we could stand in to avoid the train and that if we tried to climb up right then we'd get crushed, so I dragged him across the tracks and over to the wall. They weren't as deep as I had hoped -- only a couple of inches -- but we pressed ourselves against the alcoves and held hands as the train rushed into the station.

When the train stopped, we went back to bickering. There was a set of doors down at our level that we used to board the train and the dream started to fade as it pulled out of the station.


I know looking back that those alcoves weren't there until I asserted that they would be, but I had no idea I was dreaming at the time.

I went to sleep hoping to MILD and this was the dream I had-

I was standing in a white room staring at this bookshelf. It had a lot of books then I woke up.

I wake up and lay in bed.

"Raven"

The word appears in my mind and won't go away, Unusual. My thoughts usually fade to nothing in a few seconds. Does this mean I had a shard dream? Hmm, I don't remember anything... I say "Raven Knight" in my head. to my surprise, I get a vague impression of Raven standing in front of me, slightly to the side. I can sense something in her hand, a paper of some kind, I didn't look at it, but I knew it was there. I noticed other entities, but at this point my thoughts where starting corrupt the memory, they may or may not have been there.

Tuesday 17th August 2010
On a dark night myself and my sister were strolling down the path away from a children's park. As we walked, my gaze travelled upwards until my eyes met the night sky and I met a view that was truly the most beautiful I had ever seen.

The dark sky was filled, quite literally, with the brightest, most dazzling stars. No clouds were in the sky whatsoever and I could even see star clusters.

It was then that I decided that I wanted to take a photo of the sky. I pulled out my mobile phone from my jacket pocket and held it up towards the night sky, pressing the button for the camera. But every time I pressed it, the phone refused to take the picture. I brought the phone back down and inspected it; there seemed to be no problem with it and I decided to try again.

However, to my dismay, when I looked back up to the sky it was day, and the stars had gone.

¡Single Sentence Sizzler!®

17.08.2010

Tugging at Heartstrings (Non-lucid)

★★★☆☆

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Originally Posted by Mzzkc

After murdering the Chief of Police's son (before he can murder me), I cunningly convince the Chief to adopt me and another young orphan girl when he starts questioning us.

The earliest I can remember is trying to fit in and out of a "space station" thats on earth in astronaut gear and talking about how I'm gonna have a real problem with claustrophobia. Later I'm cave scuba diving with A, D and C. We have cool masks that enable us to talk and we're squeezing through these tight crevices with our oxygen tanks scraping and eventually we swim into a cavern where we can surface but it only has the one underwater entrance. The dream is amazingly vivid and despite my fear I'm really enjoying it. We swim back, the caves are lit with underwater lighting and the contrast and colors are awesome. We surface on a wooden jetty that is built for scuba divers. As we're leaving Ross and Nick are going in the opposite direction coming from a scuba class in a pool. They seem impressed that I was in the caves. Later I'm back in the caves with them (could have been a later dream cycle)

I wake up at 7am take the kids to school and go to have a nap at 8am since I'm really sick and off work today. I try to wild and get really close but I wake up every time my body does weird stuff (noises etc.) Eventually I fall asleep and dream about playing soccer at the italian club, apparently Sias from 5fm is gonna show up. One of the guys headers a ball and it looks unnatural so I realize I'm dreaming, I do a nose pinch and my consciousness shifts to my real body (I'm not counting this as it was too short)