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A Nightmare
Nightmare's are rare for me. It was frightening at the time but now just interesting in retrospect. I'm outside and it's night. It's a scene like Night of the Living Dead. I'm on the back porch of an old house. There's a low fence around the backyard, maybe a graveyard. Beyond that is a bit of grassy field and then a dense forest. I'm with some other people but I don't remember who they are.

So, I'm in the ominous setting and monsters start walking out of the forest and walk slowly toward me and the old house. It's just like the zombie mode of Call of Duty. They aren't really monsters. I know they are people dressed up in Halloween costumes. There are some ghosts, zombies, and guys dressed like Jason. The ones I remember most clearly are the big pumpkins. You know those pumpkin trashbags you fill with leaves and put on your lawn for Halloween? Like that except it's walking slowly toward me.

Mostly I recall that the other people with me are very frightened. I am trying to keep them calm. I reassure them that they are just kids playing a Halloween prank and nothing bad is going to happen. As the monsters get close, they seem to give up because we aren't afraid and they go away. But new waves keep coming from out of the woods and we are all getting more and more nervous.

Finally, I've have enough and want to leave. I yell at the monsters, telling them I know they are just people dressed in costumes. I walk away from the house and find a parking lot. I see my car and pull out my keys. But as I'm walking, the people are following me and I overhear them talking. They failed to frighten me with their costumes but now they are getting violent. They pull out hatchets and start swinging at me. Now I'm really scared. I duck their swings as I try to open the lock on my car door. I wake up. I was pretty scared for several minutes as I couldn't get the memory of the dream out of my head.

I guess my interpretation of dream is that the violence of normal people is more frightening that the scariest monsters or places.

General text non-lucid awake lucid

I decided to go ahead and put my first lucid dream into my dream journal. I also added the dreams that led up to this lucid. These dreams happened over 3 days when I was 7 years old.

In the first dream I had, I was standing out on my school's playground. The sky started to turn red. Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked up at the sky. I remember there being a large cloud over us, and I think it was skull shaped. There was a sense dread and impending doom. Everyone was looking up at the sky horrified. (They looked kind of funny staring at the sky with their jaws dropped actually. ) I went back inside the school and I walked up to the library on the 3rd floor. There was another kid there staring out the window with a book. I asked, "Why is the sky red?" He responded dramatically, "The world coming to an end!"

I woke up shortly after that. I thought this dream was kind of weird and creepy, but I didn't pay much attention to it until the next day.

In the second dream, it was a continuation from the last dream, but it took place on the day after the sky turned red. The sky was still red this day with the large cloud in the sky. I started my dream in front of my school. I didn't see anyone around the school or on the playground, so I went inside thinking that I was late. I entered a hallway, but it was dark, empty, and a mess inside. There was still no one in sight, no noise, and no sign of life. Desks and chairs were knocked over in the hallway, there was rubble on the floor, the wall was half destroyed, and the floor was cracked. At this point I was really starting to feal fear because I felt like the last guy in the world, I was scared of whatever destroyed everything, and I remembered the kid from the last dream saying that the world was coming to an end. Despite my fear, I continued down the hallway to find my classroom.

My dream ended and I woke up right before I would have entered my classroom. This dream felt more realistic than the last one and it was scarier for me. I even watched the sky half of the day wondering if it would turn red.

The third and final dream continued right about where the last one left off. It started with me sitting in the dark room at my desk. There was still no living thing in sight. I again started to wonder where everyone was for a few seconds. As I was thinking about this, the lights flashed on and all my classmates and my teacher seemed to flash into view with the light. They just walked around the room and worked on a project as if they had been there the whole time. I got up from my desk and asked my teacher, "Where did everyone go?" Everyone just turned and glared at me with angry expressions on there face. As they focused on me, their eyes started to glow red. In my mind all I could think was they wanted to chase me and kill me. And of course, they started to chase me out the door.

I ran back out into the hallway and then out to the playground. As I ran up the hill on the playground, I stared up at the sky and noticed it was still red and had the large cloud. I remembered this from the past 2 dreams and said to myself, "Wait! I'm dreaming!" I stopped at the top of the hill and turned to face the mob. I wanted to wake myself up before the mob could get to the top of the hill. Without giving it much thought, I started screaming, "Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!" As I said this, pictured my real body hidden behind the red sky until I could feel it. I then tried to kick my legs and lift my arms. This required a lot of effort though. As I tried to lift my arms and legs, it felt like someone was pulling them back down. When the mob was about half way up the hill, the dream faded away.

My eyes opened and I was punching and kicking the air with ease. I was sweating and my heart was racing, but I knew I was now sitting safely in bed. I soon got really excited after that because I never had a dream where I knew I was dreaming before. As I started to get more dreams like this, I called them "super dreams" because it felt like a different side of me took over and played as a super hero. They were mostly triggered by nightmares, and this new part of me was like a self defense mechanism against nightmares. It wasn't until I was 13 that I learned there was a name for these dreams and they didn't have to be related to nightmares.

My Thoughts on these Dreams

Aside from the apocalypse aspect of it, that was awesome! A couple "super dreams" later, and I learned that I didn't have to run from nightmares. I could fight them! Always felt awesome. This is one of my favorite dream chains even though it was a continuous nightmare.

I think the reason why whenever I try to wake myself up and something pulls me down is because of sleep paralysis. Sleep paralysis isn't my best friend when trying to get away from a mob.

Induction Type: DILD/NILD (Nightmare Induced Lucid Dream)

I was at the tuckshop at my junior school and I was being chased by some people from the lower grade. They were really pissing me off, and they chased me for ages.

April 22, 2011

Notes
After forgetting my dream last night, had 3 dreams tonight, one lucid. Went to bed at around 1am, woke up several times but eventually at 1:30pm. Great dreams tonight, some of the typical weird stuff that happens in my dreams. Attempted control at the end of the lucid dream, almost succeeded, blocked by some creepy projection of myself. Very memorable at the end of the lucid, very unsettling. Reoccurring people, which I've never noticed until I started this journal, and of course my dog Riley shows up again. Motifs of weird adventures, futuristic settings, otherworldly experiences, school, etc.

Entry 009
My first dream begins in a house. It's my house, only my room specifically seems to be bigger, with a really strange wall shape. The room sits kind of like a townhouse, on the second floor of some other apartment and only loosely attached to the main house. The atmosphere inside is just like my room-- books scattered everywhere, clashing color schemes and fabrics, random nic nacs on every surface. I'm sitting by the window, looking out at the street below. There's an eclectic shop across the road, filled with antiques and dried squid hanging from the ceiling (what?). I see a friend walk into view, maybe Sejal, maybe not, I can't really remember. She waves, I wave back then open up the window and jump down to the street. We go inside the shop for awhile. There's an old woman who looks like some kind of cartoon gypsy or one of those old fortuneteller machines sitting behind the counter, watching us like a hawk from behind her round spectacles. We leave and I go back up to my room, only to find everything either gone or covered in a white sheet. My mom comes in and said she did some "cleaning" and that she's packed up all my stuff for me to go to college.

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Another dream in similar setting to the first, only without the previous one ever happening and with the place that was my room now being a classroom. We live in some futuristic world, with tall white skyscrapers and even a couple flying cars here and there. Despite all the modernity, there are still places like the antique store with dried squid cramped along the narrow paths between buildings.

I'm walking, then I stop at a towering building meant for residential apartments. On the first floor I can see Burell, but I'm not here to see him. I am at a different floor in the building. I ring the bell and Donahue answers. There are already some students waiting inside. I get the impression that we always have school in these residential apartments for some reason, even though the classrooms are more like personal houses of the teachers than classrooms at all. We have a lesson, but I'm hardly paying attentions. My gaze keeps shifting to the wide, floor to ceiling windows which give a panorama view of the world outside, flying cars and all.

Eventually, one lesson ends and the majority of the students file out of the apartment. Only myself and a couple others are leftover, and we're all given instruments. We practice for awhile, then Donahue says something about us "being ready". Apparently there's some kind of festival around a bonfire today (something that seems strangely uncivilized for a nation with flying cars, but whatever...) and they need musicians so that the dancers have a beat. I leave, stop in at the antique-squid place again.

When I come out of the shop I look up at the sky and see it's getting dark. I have to hurry to the festival. Someone or something is with me all this time, but I'm not sure what it is. When I (we?) get to the festival, all of the other musicians have already taken their places in a horseshoe of black chairs set upon a hill. I kind of lurk in the back of these chairs, but never sit down or play. I have an ominous feeling, like something sinister is happening. I see Donahue front and center playing a tuba or something like that. The people around the fire dance.

As I'm walking back to the building, Burell sees me and intercepts. As we walk back together, I tell him I have some strange feeling about Donahue and the festival. Burell then tells me that I was right to, then reveals some dark past of Donahue's; why we have classes in his apartment, why there's a festival, why we were made to play music in the festival. When we get to the building, Burell slips in to his apartment on the first floor. As I'm standing there, staring at the place where Burell was standing only a second ago, Donahue sneaks up behind me and taps me on the shoulder. Is something wrong? He smiles.

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Final dream. I'm lucid. I'm in some kind of futuristic world, an underground society connected by dim, floating lights and wide tunnels of whooshing air used to travel. I've just moved in to a new, comfortable home and I'm inviting people over for a party. We're playing video games, watching TV and talking; just generally having fun. Eventually, however, some neighbors come over to complain. They're already holding a grudge against me for not inviting them, and so they want to interfere in our fun. I invite them in and I get some impression that I shouldn't have. Riley is here, and she's snapping at their heels. The floor is made of large multicolored tiles that light up underneath your feet and I can see myself backing away, lighting yellows, purples, reds, as they move forward.

The dream gets fuzzy here, I think I may have temporarily lost lucidity, but I get the impression they severely beat me up and that one of them rapes me.

When the dream comes back to me, they've switched my new home in to some kind of place of indoctrination. A bunch of brainwashed kids are sitting around me, my previous party guests, all wearing bathing suits, raincoats, tutus and other bizarre clothing. Occasionally a new person tries to enter the room and join us. If we find them attractive we let them in, and if we don't we beat them to a bloody pulp. One fat little girl in a purple bathing suit tries to come in. The room tenses. There's no way we can let her in.

Just as we're about to strike, I stand up and shout "NO". I'm wearing some kind of cosplay or costume with a tutu and a crown. It's very scanty. I run to the front of the room and tell the girl to quickly leave, and she won't get hurt. This action seems to somehow snap the rest of the people in there room out of their daze. I notice the original neighbors look furious. I also notice they don't seem to have human forms any longer, but are more like purple shadows with glowing eyes. I run out of the house with them chasing me. Somehow I am faster or more quick-witted than they are, so I can easily escape. The problem is how determined they are. They never stop chasing me for even a second.

I come to one of the air tunnels people use to travel in this world. There is a slight breeze coming down the tunnel, and floating in the air are things that look like orange lifesavers used on boats. I jump into the tunnel and the wind catches me before I drop to the bottom. I'm still slowly heading to the bottom, however, and I realize that you have to grab the lifesavers for the tunnel to effectively work. I somehow control the wind with my mind to blow harder, and then I'm swinging from lifesaver to lifesaver like a monkey, the wind at my back driving me down the tunnel.

I do this for a long time, sometimes running through crowds of people at entrance to a movie theater, one time skating down an underground waterfall. I have to keep running or else I will be caught. Eventually I'm just walking through a crowd, aware that my enemies are far behind me. My lucid mind starts to wander. I remember that I need to try and control my dreams sometimes, and then I remember that one of the tasks of the month was to gather some flowers, and so I decide to create a field of red flowers. I see a door up ahead and open it. As I do a field starts to spawn ahead of me, an endless field of roses and poppies and other, unidentifiable flowers. I look back and the door is gone. I realize that there is some kind of presence with me. I look to my right and see a carbon copy of myself, grinning malevolently. "You can't control this." She says. I fall flat on my face in the field, and I can feel myself losing the dream. I try to feel the texture of the ground, like I've heard can stabilize the dream, and for a second it works. I can feel myself getting a grip back on the field. Within seconds, however, my twins face is between me and the ground and she's laughing at me. "It's already gone," she says. She's right. My eyes are flickering open, and I'm getting glimpses of my bedroom and the field alternately for a couple seconds. I try for several minutes to re-enter, but all I can see is my own face glaring at me, laughing.

I wake up.

We moved into a large house with a pool, I guess you could call it a mansion. A housewarming party was planned for that evening. We were rushing around cleaning the house up, especially the pool area. There was a special painting that had to be put together and hung. My cousin did that.
After that there was some sort of Bear chase in the trails behind the pool.

Maya and I are in a house. Mom. This house is long and narrow. There is a yellow white lighting to the place like there are a lot of lamps overhead and about. It is crowded and cluttered. We are playing a game. I cannot recall how we entered the game but there is a dark, authoritative figure present and the game begins. We are chased and harassed by two huge dogs. Like pit bull, greyhound, wolf hybrids. They have snarling teeth and dirty mugs. We are scratched and bitten but never mortally or even severely wounded. I spot a large stuffy sofa below and open window. I look to a bite/scratch on my finger and see it bloody and bubbling with pus. Out the window is another row type house and and average neighborhood. Now I am lucidly aware that this is very much got the feel of my birth house on Alberta. We jump out the window onto the stuffy chair.

02/15/2011
"Turtles in Time, Mudfish and Swine"

I was one of the Ninja Turtles, trekking through an enormous house. There was some kind of scenario going on, and I had to figure out how to get passed a certain point - though I can't remember exactly what the situation was. I remember going down an embankment, into a basement or something, and getting a phone call. The phone call was from us - the Ninja Turtles - from the future. We called back in time to ourselves to tell us how to gain some super-human powers. I believe that I was Leo, and Don was with me, while on the phone talking to ourselves. By the end of the conversation, I had 'learned' telekinesis and levitation. Don learned levitation and I think something else. That last part of that scenario I remember is rushing back into battle, with our new-found powers.

Later on, I was no longer one of the Turtles (though I still get the feeling it was the same dream), but was myself again, tossing a football around with some friends, on an enormous field. While we were playing, the field turned to murky water, and we continued to play on, about waist-deep. (I've actually played mud volleyball, in a pit like this. I've played football in the mud, but this was actually in a water-filled pit, so I'm guessing the volleyball experience is what inspired this dream.) Apparently, with the water came the wildlife. There were these fish swimming around in the dark water, along-side us. At first, a few of us thought they might have been pirhana, but they weren't. I remember reaching down and grabbing one of the fish with my bare hands, and tossing it across the swampy field like a football. Someone on the other end caught it, and they tossed it to someone else. I remember G and G (V) being out in the crowd somewhere. I ended up talking to them, sometime after the game.

More time passed, and I was now back at my house. Some girl had come by - either CC or R - looking for bud. I'd gotten her money and went to get some for her but, while I was waiting in the car, outside the dealer's house, an undercover cop car pulled up behind us. I was riding with someone else, and the cop went around to his (the driver) side first. When he went around in that direction, I tossed what bud I had out the window on my side. The cop saw me do it, and started taking pictures. I don't remember if he actually saw the bag or not. They brought a dog in, though, and the last thing I remember is being taken inside (I think just inside the house we were waiting at) for questioning.



02/17/2011
Dream Fragment One:
I was walking around my high school, with two girls. Somehow, we'd gotten tipped off that there was a bomb in the building, which was going to detonate within a matter of seconds. Immediately panicked, I became lucid. Though I knew it was a dream, I really wasn't looking forward to getting caught in the upcoming explosion, so I grabbed the two girls' hands and flew up through the roof to escape the blast.

That's all I remember.


Dream Fragment Two:
I was in a truck with Joe (At least, I think it was Joe), and we were in some high-speed chase. The only thing I remember is going way out into the sticks, on a muddy trail.


Dream Fragment Three:
I was chasing some guy who looked like Will Smith. We were both on bicycles, and I was tailing him all around town because he had stolen his from someone. I remember following him into a Wal-Mart parking lot, and then into the building. I never ended up catching him, though.

I was chasing Austin around our parents’ old house in North Carolina. I lost sight of him upstairs, so I started checking hiding places – our bedrooms, closets, under beds and desks… I saw that it was oppressively dark in the hallway bathroom. Where else could he be but in there? I approached the shower curtain to draw it back. I knew what would probably happen, though… I would find some kind of shadow creature instead of Austin because this was a dream. My mind enjoys those kinds of cheap thrills, I thought to myself. I braced myself for the shock and pulled aside the curtain. I heard Austin’s laugh echo all around me. I couldn’t see anything in the shower except a twirling puff of smoke. Right… I walked out of the room.

I am in some sort of facility. It is colorful and futuristic. I am living in this facility.

There is a man who works there. He is cutting my toe nails. I feel really awkward. I like this guy.

I am in a large dark room. The walls are electric blue. There is a very large screen, it looks like a television screen and it is glowing. There is no bed and no furniture. I know that this is ‘my bedroom’.

I am going up a stair well. I am not supposed to be in the stair well. I think I am going to see the guy from before. I am outside the facility. I am not supposed to leave the property. I cross a little creek. It is fall weather and all the plants are yellow. I am running away from the place and I feel like someone is chasing me. I begin to run like a horse. My run continues to evolve. I start to leap. I begin to be able to leap longer distances at a time. I reach a barn.

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.

Yeah, so I changed my mind. Instead of posting some of my old journal entries, I decided to just leave them be (there were way too many that I wanted to bring over, lol). So, from now on these will only be new entries. Hope you all enjoy.

Late 2010
Lucid Dream 172: Aqua Riders
Series: Friends, Episode 1
in the A.M.
DILD

Category - Action/Light Mischief

Though I haven't been recording my dreams since I have been away, I do remember a few of them quite vividly. This is one them.

I am in a large school building with a couple of my friends (JT & Zach G). I could tell the building was old, but had been renovated several times. We are running to class when the late bell rings and we all stop and let out a few expletives. JT looks at us and says, "Dude, f*** this, I'm not getting b****ed at for being late again. Let's just skip today." We agreed and took off stealthily down the hall. After dodging a few authority figures we exited the front doors. We immediately stepped out onto a dock. The school was located in a small cove right on the shore of the lake. The dock we were standing on was quite extensive for the small cove area.

There were many rows of boats anchored around the dock. We decided to hijack one and take a ride out to the main part of the lake. I spotted a boat that looked perfect, but once we got closer, the motor was gone. Most of the boats looked like floating ottoman's with motors. Finally after the third motor from an actually boat disappeared, I suspected I was dreaming. I looked at the school and saw a large crest depicting a man slicing off another's head. The words, "For the Greater Good" were enscrawled a at the bottom. Huge letters that read "Warrior Academyy" were written above the crest. I laughed at the thought (and the two "Y"s). I knew I was dreaming.

As soon as I realized I was dreaming, I heard a crash, and the front door to the school had slammed open. The glass in the windows shattered and rained down onto the dock. The sound was magnified and sounded awesome. I began hastily searching/trying to summon a boat, as Mr. Greer (my old high school history teacher) came running across the dock after us. I remember thinking, "Damn, everyone is so fast in my dreams." He was closing in on us as I looked at the surrounding area. At the end of the dock was a large, half submerged, wooden shed. We hauled ass and leapt from the end of the dock and grabbed the ladder that attached to the shed. I climbed into the upper most level of the two story shed and saw two dirt bikes. As I got closer, I saw that they had ski/wheel hybrids instead of normal tire wheels. I told them to take the bikes and I'll find another one. The bikes had pull-string motors on them. After JT and Zach had taken off, I pictured one in my mind and began searching. I pulled a large piece of board off a pile of junk and saw one of the bikes. I picked it up and notice it was a bi-pedal one and didn't have a motor. I cursed as I heard noises from behind me. Mr Greer had made his way up the ladder...his nice clothes were soaking wet (I take it he didn't make the jump to the ladder, lol). I hopped on the bike and pedaled off the top floor and splashed into the lake. I was traveling at about the speed of a big wheel when I heard engines start up behind me.

I glanced back and saw 5 or 6 guys on some crazy looking souped up bikes that had the words, "Aqua Riders" in shiny gold letters going down the sides. They all shot off the top floor at the same time and flames shot from their tailpipes. I thought, "Where the f*** did they get those!" I began pedaling as fast as I could, but was now going "nursing home wheel-chair" speed. I put my hands up as I was soon surrounded by the riders. They all had on black leather jackets and were each armed with mp5's. Mr. Greer was on the coolest bike of all. It had chrome spikes jetting out of the sides and the handle bars were twisting horns. I started to imagine a way out. I focused my attention on the water behind the men. Suddenly, the area I was looking at erupted and a huge sea dragon surfaced. Some of the riders were knocked from their bikes and the others were terrified. I leapt from my piece of shit bi-pedal and drop kicked Mr. Greer into the water stealing his bike in the process.

His bike was fast a shit. I caught up to JT and Zach. The lake had now become a large "Wave Race" style course. The waves were huge as we raced around the track. The rack was marked, complete with short cuts and everything, lol. Several times I caught massive air on the waves. A couple times I flew so high that I wiped out upon landing. The handling on the bike was superb and very fluid. After racing for a while, I awoke from the dream.

Series Details
In the dream series, "Friends," I join the DC counterparts of my waking life friends and tackle the dream world. You never know what we will be up to next, but I guarantee it will be one hell of a time. Stay tuned for more entries to the series!

01/29/2011
"Reptiloid"

I remember that there was a lot that went on, early in this dream, but the first thing I actually recall is being at a park with some friends. There was a small pond nearby, and a friend and I were playing some kind of ball game near it. We had some awareness that there were gators in the water but, before then, we hadn't really paid any heed to it. Then, we noticed some small animal - a duck or something - making is way toward the shore. Before it could make it, though, a couple of gators splashed into view and violently attacked the animal, tearing it to shreds. Then, they turned toward us...exposed snouts slowly floating in our direction. Not quite sure what to do, we waited for a moment, seeing the gators crawl up onto the embankment, stalking our way. We then took off, running back toward our group. Knowing full well that alligators aren't the fastest creatures on land, we never could have been prepared for what happened next. The gators actually extended their - once short and stubby - legs, sprinting after us like greyhounds, on thick, muscular, canine-esque legs.

There was no way we were going to out-run them, and things looked even worse, when another two gators shot out from behind a jungle gym, far off to one side of us. They were closing in just as fast, and we were running out of places to go. We'd made it to the picnic table where the rest of our friends were sitting. Seeing us approach, with these mutated reptiles on our heels, the group immediately stood up. I took running leap and jumped up on top of the table, everyone else doing the same. We were now surrounded, these beasts trying ferociously to climb up onto the table, snapping their razor-sharp jaws at us, only to be kicked or beaten back with anything we could use as weapons. What's even more strange about these creatures were that they were coated with what, at first, looked like slime. But, after the gators were out of the water for a certain length of time, they actually began to melt, sizzling down to steaming piles of this sort of seaweed green goo. The creature were coated in some sort of organic corrosive liquid, like acid. I screamed out to everyone not to touch them, and that all we had to do with hold them off until they all either retreated or melted under their own secretions.

I don't remember whether or not we all got away, though.



01/30/2011
Fragment
(I completely forgot a lucid, last night. I hate when that happens. )
The only thing I remember is something about having to run through a deadly network of traps, like in the new Predators movie. Later, I had become lucid. I remember showing off a couple of lucid tricks, such as walking across a pool of water, and sinking my arm into a wall. When I walked across the water, I found it kind of hard to keep myself levitating, and one of my feet actually dunked completely under, leaving my shoe feeling soggy and wet.

01/15/2011
Fragment
The only thing I really remember is that I was driving around the Lake Mary area with my dad and a few other people. It seemed like the city, but there were a few differences in the geography. Later, we were in a park, smoking bud. Afterward, we were driving back down Lake Emma, and I was only wearing my underwear. Someone in the car wanted some cigarettes, so we headed toward a convenience store, and passed by a bunch of cops, along the way. They were doing some kind of driving drills, on the road, and had caused a huge accident. The last thing I remember is trying to maneuver around the wreck.



01/16/2011
Fragment
The only thing I remember is some chase sequence where I'm trying to catch this ninja girl (though I don't think it was the same girl that I was in my "Ninja Girl" dream, a while back). We were running around a dock/harbor area, and I had pyrokinesis. I remember throwing some fireballs at her, but she was just too quick and nimble; dashing and dodging around pretty much everything I threw at her, before taking off again and making me continue to chase her through the night.

26.01.2011

Blind Escape (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

This was an interesting dream, but it was sort of scary at the same time. The weird part is I'm just fed a lot of background information.

I'm in my dad's old apartment (In real life my dad got re-married a year ago and they moved into a much bigger apartment after they were married. I should also point ouit my stepmom in real life is very nice and caring.) and I immediantly know that my step-mother is evil. I know that she is just mean and cruel. My step-mom is convincing my dad to do something terrible with me, I'm not sure what it is though all I know is that she is hitting him and forcing him to agree. An abuse lady came in and asked me some questions. I basically acted like I wasn't scared and loved it there, but I hesitated so when she left my step-mother beat me. (My dream recall is weak right here, but she looked a lot like Mihcelle Obama.) My step-mom told me to just leave the house and never come back so I left, inside the house my dad was yelling at her. I wa soutside and caught up with the abuse lady and I crouched down behind her car because I was scared they would see me. She basically ignored me so I started crawling away when I saw my dad come out looking for me. I crawled up to this girl and she was crawling too, I said "Exscuse me!" because she was slow and as she was moving over she said "All these new crawlers don't lnow what they're doing." Then she sucked her teeth. I was thinking about what she said and then I saw the road. (This happens a lot I would think about something and be close to being lucid but then my dream would distract me right before I put all the peices together.) I started walking down the road wondering where to hide. (I actually passed down all the stores I use to in real life.) I saw the gas station but said no because they were doing drugs in there, then I saw two other stores but I said it was too obvious. I saw a bunch of houses in the distance and thought about my mom's house and why she would even let that happen. (I stay at my mom's house on the weekdays and my dad's on the weekends. I would of thought about that if it wasn't for my dream distracting me.) Then I saw my dad across the street looking for me, so I was going to go hide in some trees but I was topped by what I thought was hobo. I pretended to be his son so my dad wouldn't know it was me, and it worked he boarded a bus looking for me. I tried letting go of the guy's hand but he wouldn't let me, so getting scared I called for help and my dad opened the window and said he's coming. The man said he thought I had the wrong idea and said he was blind and that he needed help corssing the street. I said okay and I helped him cross the street. When I started parting with the man my dad came up and we exchanged a mushy momement and he said he kicked her out. He also said she was making him do something which was making him lose all his friends. Me and my father watched the blind man run across the street back and forth, never getting hit and acting crazy. (I woke up and went back to sleep)

I was observing what wa shappening like it was a movie. Threee girls were in a car and complaining about the air not working. The guy said they had to turn on the heat then the fan, they did. Heat blasted them and they shreiked, then it got cool. I realized that could help me solve something in real life. (I don't think it can actually help me but this time I was so close to being lucid.) They then started complaining about everything and how old it was. The guy got his friend, who I noticed was the blind man, and they started laughing about the girls.
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Side-Notes:
-These dreams were a mix of tv and a bunch of commercials I saw.
-These dreams also make me want to go see my dad.
-I was so close to being lucid so many times, but even if I was lucid I would be too swept up in the dream plot and lose it anyways.

I'm new to posting Dream Journal entries here, so if any aspect of this isn't correct, let me know!

Now, onto my first entry:

I and two friends, Chuck and Reg, were being chased down a seemingly endless stairwell by a "Tank," the muscular, hulking type of zombie from the "Left 4 Dead" video-games. We ran down the stairs for some time before suddenly hitting the bottom and entering a mall. At this point the pursuit of the Tank zombie behind us became somewhat secondary in my thoughts as I noticed an ad being played for an animated film that was, strangely, a crossover sequel to the cartoon movies "The Little Mermaid" and "The Pebble and the Penguin" and including a number of the "Disney Princess" characters.
Suddenly Chuck, for some reason, launched a massive broadsword at me that hit a nearby bulls-eye and barely missed me. He seemed to be attempting to hurt and bother me for fun all of a sudden. As I attempted to escape he "trapped" me in a crowd by somehow causing everyone to abruptly perform a Bollywood musical number, and I was caught up in the chaotic yet choreographed-style movements of those around me amidst blaring Bollywood music coming from everywhere.
I noticed my dad among the dancers as well and we escaped the dancing and entered a book store, possibly a Border's or Walden's. Inside, I found myself suddenly searching for "Venus in Furs," a book I've heard of but never read and of which I have only a vague knowledge. Some time after this I awoke.