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14.09.2011

New house, scape from the kidnappers (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

This is a very long dream, could not get it all.

I was in a big city, at the top of a building. We were escaping from a building. I believe someone wanted to kill me for some reason, but I was not afraid. I knew I was able to fly so I could scape. I was with a friend, who turned into a small bird and took flight. I took flight as well and flew over a huge building, vertically. The building was similar to the Empire State Building. When I flew to the top of the building, I flew at high speed, head first. My friend was very surprised I could fly such at a high speed.

I got into a house, it was like the future of myself. I saw my two cats sleeping in a bed, but I also had two dogs. This house was empty and I was moving in.

A lot happened.

I was trapped in a flat building. It was a huge building, but wide wise, as it had only one story. I was trapped there as well as some pet birds I owned. Several days passed during this dream. I was having a video chat with one of the kidnappers, and I showed on the video how I was taking the cage and leaving. The cage was made out of glass instead of steel.

The kidnappers found me and they were mad. I found a few other of my psychic friends and we all started doing psychic attacks to them. I also found some weird gun that fired psychic bullets and it was loaded with quarters. As I was flying, I was playing with this gun.

14.09.2011

House warming party fragment (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I had a big home, a different home that I have on waking. I had some friends at home and I was going to video call a friend. It was a house warming party.
At my house, there was a kid screaming and bouncing on my sectional couch. He knocked down a lamp.

Dream - Lucid

I was in a hospital. Dr. House was there, and told me that my feet weren't getting enough blood, and that's why they hurt a lot (they don't hurt in waking life). He said we should amputate them because they were basically useless, and I said no.

I then was somewhere else, in a room somewhere, and Dr. House walked in with 2 prosthetic legs that looked completely different from one another. He was still using his cane. He sat down on a chair by the door. The reason both of his legs were prosthetic was because of some mistake made in trying to treat the original blood clot in his thigh.

Then, I saw a regular customer at the coffee shop I work at sitting in a chair. He too had 2 prosthetic legs.

I looked down at my own bare feet. The skin looked red, like they were inflamed or something. I still refused to get the surgery. I needed my feet.

~

I was somewhere, but I can't remember exactly where. Something did seem a little off, however. I decided to do a reality check. I looked at my hand, and my index finger looked disconnected from my hand. I tried pulling on it, and it stretched kind of like bubble gum. It's a dream!

This dream already seemed pretty stable, so I didn't do much stabilization. I took off to fly a bit, as per usual. I looked up toward the blue, cloud-spotted sky as I took off, and saw what looked like the tops of telephone poles and wires disconnected from the rest of the poles. It was like they were floating. Weird.

I was then on the ground, standing in a driveway next to a drab, silver car. I looked away for a second and imagined it being a neon yellow. I looked back, and it had completely transformed into a shiny, sleek, new yellow sports car. I hopped in, and gunned it down the road. I watched my speedometer climb up to 70, and I kept pressing down on the gas. I was going pretty fast, and, it being a dream, didn't have to worry about any cops! I remember passing many cars as I zoomed down the road in my shiny new sports car.

I remember being back in the driveway, and transforming the car again. This time, it turned green for a second before it turned yellow.

I also flew again at some point.

~

I was on some team that did lots of chemistry and other science experiments. We were outside somewhere, like in a mix between a forest and a cave. I picked up what looked like a small ant farm with no ants in it. It was important for some reason.

This dream went on for a bit, and I remember trying to get the other scientists to listen to me. That's all I remember, though.

This dream was set in what I think was supposed to be my grandparent's old garden of their old house. The lay-out was generally the same. I entered from the backdoor on the far right of the garden. In front of the door I saw the path leading left around a mounted flower bed. The path lead to stairs which, in turn, lead to the rest of the garden.

In the dream it was the middle of the night. The only other person there was my friend Fred. He was over by the stairs whereas I didn't move much from the backdoor. There were no other people. There were only animals. A lot of animals. The garden was literally packed with them. On the mounted flower bed before me were what could only be described as giant rabbits.

The rabbits were by far the biggest of the animals. There were also lots of flying creatures such as bats and a lot of insects. Nearer Fred, along with the giant rabbits, were a lot rat-sized creatures which I don't think exist in the real world. They reminded me of scorpions but without the stinger or pincers. They looked to be mammals by the looks of them.

Fred and I spoke about how it was weird that in the day, this garden is completely void of animals but at night it's literally packed! Fred reached out and stroked a giant rabbit, which to my surprise, started growling at him like a dog.

I had a dream that Kayako, girl from the grudge, who was presumed to be gone for good, was seen in a reflection and had thus started hauting and killing.

I was in a house which was just two doors down from mine.It was grey and bland - there was no real life in the way the house was presented. There were two significant rooms in this dream. They were both big living rooms. One was upstairs and had a TV in the corner. There was also one downstairs which had a huge table in the centre.

There were people in the house. There was someone at the table downstairs. There were 3-4 people upstairs, one of which was pregnant, who was sat at an armchair across from the television. I could see Kayako in the TV set, which was off. When she attacked, she came out of the pregnant woman's mouth in a process which turned the woman's face grey and evil.

I moved downstairs to leave the house. There was a body on the floor which I forced myself not to look at, remembering the way the woman's face changed upstairs.

Thinking I had escaped, I was now outside a massive building with huge windows all around it. I looked into the dark window and saw the frain reflection of Kayako stood behind me.

Date: 11/09/2011

Comments: Very long dream, very vivid, non lucid all the way through, I think this ones going in the dream gallery.

I'm with my parents and siblings going on holiday in this strange landscape, it seems mainly sand dune although I have fragment images of grassland, which would have been nice. We arive at out destination, there is a large black box wedged on the side of a large sand dune hill. I look at it first, wondering how stable it is, when I come to the conclusion that it is safe. Inside the black box is beds, nothing special. I remember guns, and we go off exploring, after heading down to the bottom of the sand dune, I remember fighting a massive monster with large tenticles, but the dream transitions back up to the black box.
I'm with my brother, playing an iphone game, it has terrible graphics, and I dont see myself playing the game, the screen is my vision. It involves flying away from these monsters, and you can shoot back at them. First time I dont move so I get destroyed, but then I get the hang of it and I get quite far down, I remember it being quite a disturbing experience, I head down the levels of the game, each getting harder and harder to escape. Dream Fade.

(Comment: This next dream had loads more, I just cant rememeber it for some reason)
Im in this strange land where I am being briefed on the various missions I can do, there are various missions and they each pop up on a HUD I have. I am searching around, fighting monsters when I come to the ninja mission. There is a ninja figure perched on top of a building, in the distance I see a 2D layout of a landscape, it is enclosed in a cave. I want to attempt the mission, but I don't have a sword. I make my way down to the cave to and peer over the edge.
I do see a sword icon, I jump down and get it, I am very careful and worried I may be heard. I eventually make my way out of the 2D maze and reach the ninja. Dream transition.

I am on the same building, with my rather large friend. He is sat there with his laptop, and in the distance there is a massive projector, I want to watch a film, so I ask him, he agrees. We discuss the fact that his computer cost a third of mine and yet it's still as good (not realistic) I am quite annouyed.
I head down to the house, it's quite large and modern, with alot of windows. I go past the gate and through the open door, my friend Oli is there. He wants me to walk him up to the fishing dock to see his girlfriend, I have to have dinner soon and will be late if I go all the way. I ask my mum and she agrees as long as I'm back in time. I head down with oli, there is a massive road nearby, I am complaining to him about how there is so many people on motorbikes and mopeds without helmets on as it's a legal requirement (and just stupid). There are no cars on the road, just push bikes, mopeds and motorbikes. I tell him I should go back, but he convinces me to keep going, even if I am going to be late (he does this in life all the time). We get to the fish dock, it's a thin dark concrete pathway with a steep hill next to it. We walk off to find his girlfriend, she is wearing wellies and is in the river, the river appears to be quite shallow with lots of pebbles underneath, the water is very clear by england standards.
She is fishing, which is very odd as I doubt she has every fished in her life, and with her friend called Jasmine. My friend begines to talk to them, although I call oli away and tell him I am so late, and that I want to go on his girlfriends ped back home (I am confident on riding a ped as I have a motorbike in real life). We walk to the top of the hill arguing, I tell him I will return it after tea, and tell him he has no reason not to let me. He agrees but says no. For some reason I slap him hard across the face, I instantly feel bad for doing so, and appologise. He is quite pissed but I calm him down and he lets me take the ped back. I guess the agression worked.
I ride back down the road, there is still loads of people and it doesn't take me very long to get back. I go back through the open door, my mom is very disappointed with me, I feel really bad, I explain to her that I was persuaded to keep going, she says I should get something from the fridge. I eat a cheese triange on something weird (I was actually doing that the day before).
My family and me decide to go back to the docks to do some fishing, I agree, I don't remember getting there but I am at the docks right away.
There is very little fish at this time, and my dad is at the top of this hill lying down telling everyone how bored I he his. We decide to go to this industrial museum which is right next to the fishing dock. It has loads of old rusty iron buildings, much like a steelworks museum that I have visited in real life. We explore around before coming to this touture machine, it is very strange, and everyone is invited to go on.
The torture machine is where the people to be tortured climb up a ladder and sit upon these seats very high up, (note this is a museum, its just a show, not actuall torture). Where if it was real you would strap yourself in. Then the torture man is on a seat opposite which can slide infront of each victim. The seat has two metal pipes extending towards the victim with wrist holes to put your wrists in. Then the guy moves close to the victum (with various pulleys) and attatches there wrists to the machine. Then he pulls away from the victim stretching there hands. As there is no belt to hold them, they just fall off and everyone laughs. It does look quite painful so I don't want to do it, although I am already up on a seat. There is a saftey rope infront of me which is lucky. The person next to me is about to be tortured, but my seat breaks, I am extremely alarmed and I push off to grab on to the rope. I feel my hands grasp the rope and I close my eyes, hoping to not colide with anything. I feel my body thrown around, and for some reason I know I nearly hit a massive iron beam. But I reach the floor unharmed, I instantly go to the guy who is operating the machine, he gets off and comes down. I am having a go at him on how I nearly died, he is explaining to me that the seat shouldn't have snapped and that it could hold 800lbs (why it is in pounds I do not know) and that I weigh only 100lbs. I am very disappointed with him and walk off with my sister, she is telling me how close I came to dying, and how lucky I am to be alive. I leave her to take a piss on one of the museum exhibitions, in the corner there is this wierd moss with green bubles and a white paste over the top, I am scared and run off.
I head back home, through the door and walk into my bedroom. It is a mess and my friend Andrew is there. There is a computer on the table, with a tv screen with terrible quality. Andy brags to me on how he got his mac computer for £150, with a apple router, it is strange because apple don't make tower computers any more. I tell him it was so cheap because you didn't get the fancy screen, he agrees. We watch a film.
My friend Ali comes in, he doesn't look normal, and soon to our horror turns into a strange little pink devil. It looks very cartoon like, with a tail and strange white markings on its legs. I grap hold of it, I am very alarmed and don't know what to do with it, Andy suggests we use cellotape to tie it up. I am very weary of its face as it has five mouths, one normal size, then each getting smaller up the side of its face. The mouths bare extremely sharp teeth, so I hold it's body. Alot of my friends come in the room, I ask them all to get cellotape, I tie it's legs and arms together. It is very disturbing as when I make contact with it's skin it feels very strange and horrible. It is still laughing, it's tail is still untaped. It looks at me and shows me what it is going to do. I am in outer space with the strange creature, it points its tail at earth and shoots a gigantic fire beam at earth, I am upset by this.
Back in my room I cellotape its tail with great struggle, my friend gets a axe and chops the tail off very easily. I go to the computer to google how to kill it, and end up on the wiki page of it.
Wake.

Comments: Yeah this was all in one night, and I dont know if they were individual dreams or not, but very very long. And very vivid.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

A man was talking to another man. I didn't see either man, as if they were both talking in narration. One man mentioned a new "excrement omelette," which was a layer of eggs wrapped around a thin filling of crap. I saw a cross-section of one of these "excrement omelettes." It looked like a Hot Pocket, except the crust was egg and the filling was crap.

The second guy said, "That's a terrible idea! It sounds disgusting!"

The first guy said that it couldn't be such a bad idea. Apparently some really famous supermodel ate them all the time and thought they were really delicious.

Dream #2

I had come to some nice, two-story house in the suburbs. I was in the living room, which was kind of dim and grey. There were a few other people there, some of whom were probably members of my family. I seemed to be always looking up toward the ceiling, and my view sometimes seemed kind of low, as it I were looking up from about waist height.

At first I knew I had come here to be here for my family, maybe my cousin in particular. But now I was upstairs, in a bedroom, probably a characteristic young man's bedroom. I now realized that I was here to see my cousin off. He was shipping out for Afghanistan soon. This may have been my cousin's old room.

I thought about giving my cousin a gift. But I hadn't gotten him anything before I had come here. I starting looking around in the room, as if the room were some kind of gift shop, even though it was still the same old room. I found two shot glasses on a shelf. I took the two glasses off the shelf. It was like I was seeing this from a really low point, like waist height.

The two shot glasses had weird, notched bases and a black-line portrait of some famous person. I thought that would be appropriate, as my cousin either liked that person or the place associated with that person. I also found something else I could give my cousin, but I can't remember what it was.

I may have gone back downstairs. I may also have seen my cousin.

I find myself in some kind of school setting, like high school or college. There is some kind of competition going on because there are different "stations" set up throughout the halls and lobbies. Each station is a different kind of skills contest, and the one who successfully completes all of the skills in the quickest time, wins. I'm going through, completing the different stations while at the same time talking to a friend. At one point, though, I am told to go back and redo a certain station by one of the judges/referees because they said I did not do it. But I know I did. So I go back to the station. There are two large tin buckets sitting about 5 feet apart. One is empty; the other is filled with crushed aluminum cans of different colors. I draw a card from the top of a stack of cards and read it: "Throw a blue can into the empty bucket." I complete the task easily but am upset because having to go back and redo that station ruined my chances of winning.
Afterwards, we all head into an auditorium where they are about to announce the winners of the contest. I am still mad and upset, and become even more so when I see that there is no place for me to sit. But then my friends all scoot over and make room for me on the end. At this point, I see that my friends are made up of a mix of people I know in real life and characters from movies and TV shows I have seen; Dr. Dorian (Zach Braff) from Scrubs is one of them. The character 'Rubin' (Paulo Costanzo) from the movie Road Trip is also there, and bragging about how he easily won the contest because for him it was no challenge whatsoever.

For the previous two days prior to having this dream, I had tried to make my dreams more vivid by taking a B Complex supplement that contained 50mg of vitamin B6. The supplement, however, had a negative effect on my dreams because for those two days I could not remember any when I woke up. This next dream is just a fragment, which came back to me while I was in the shower this morning:

All I remember of this dream is sitting at a large table, eating dinner with friends and family. My mother is there, telling me about the house we're in and she asks me, "Isn't it nice?" I somehow know that the house we're in actually used to be two houses but that the person living here knocked out walls to make it one big house. Glancing upward, I point out to my Mom that you can still see where the walls of the old house used to be because whoever remodeled it didn't do a very good job patching up the ceiling.

V-WILD'd successfully! Sorry I haven't posted a DJ entry in a while...will try to start getting back into it.

I was standing outside the Hogwarts Castle, by a brick wall. I stabilized the dream, and everything became clearer. The wall felt rough, and faded when I rubbed it.

Behind the wall, was a entrance to Hogwarts. It was a mossy green circular door, that seemed about 15 feet high. I walked through the tall grass towards the door and pushed it open.

Inside, was a royal looking hallway fllled with candles everywhere. It was crowded and people were staring at me. curiously. I smiled at them.

I saw a very small door to my left, and walked past it. Suddenly, a random guy stopped me in the hallway and said that the door lead to the sorting hat, and I needed to be sorted. I said it was a dream, and I would just find a taller door and the sorting hat would be there for me. He seemed persistent, and said I HAD to shrink down and go through that particular door.

So I shrunk down slowly, and pushed open the door. There was a small, wooden table right in the center of the room with the sorting hat sitting on the middle of it. There was no other furniture in the room. The walls seemed to be made of some type of fur.

I picked up the hat, put it on. It seemed to melt into my head, and I asked it what house I would be in. After about 10 seconds, it shouted: "HUFFLEPUFF!" I was happy, since this is the house I wanted!

I said thank you to the hat, and stepped out of the room. I was trying to remember any of the Hufflepuff tasks, but I couldn't. I grew back up, and started to walk around the castle.

I decided to start talking to random people passing me. I stopped a really tall, bright-oranged haired girl, and asked her how she was doing.

She replied, "Fine and dandy, just like a pencil!"

She randomly touched my arm, and her finger melted in it. When she pulled her hand out of my arm, her finger was missing. I looked down, and saw my veins popping out. They were a magenta color. It freaked me out, so I looked away quickly.

I continued to walk down the hall, and noticed an abstract painting. I can't remember the details of it, but I got so absorbed in it..I forgot I was dreaming .

Thank you for reading

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

Notes:
I was half-asleep a few nights ago and got some nonsensical imagery of flames, elephants and fruits, cherries being one of them. I then got the random idea to set a cherry on fire in an upcoming lucid. I didn't plan on doing it this soon because I had more dated goals, but in this LD, my logic wasn't completely turned on and my memory of waking life events wasn't too good. When lucid, I thought about what I wanted to do for a few moments, and only remembered to do the cherry thing. If I had the awareness I would've done something else, but...

A final note, I had this dream after waking up in the middle of the night for two hours, feeling really sick, then going back to bed when my stomach settled down. I did a few RCs and awareness sessions during this time. As for the dream itself, I was pretty tired and fell asleep right away, so I'm surprised I remember as much of it as I do.

I was in my "house", except this wasn't quite my actual house. It was a single square room, probably only 15x15 feet, and it was darkly-lit so I couldn't see what kind of flooring it had. I did see the walls were a lighter blue with a slight green tint, and the molding around the ceiling and along the floor was white, and relatively plain. The room was divided in two equal sections by another wall, of the same color, that ran from one side of it to the other. It had a large, clean rectangular opening so that if you were to look at the wall, you'd see the other half of the room. The opening in the dividing wall must have been three feet tall and six feet wide, and positioned more to the left side. On the right was a basic open doorway, with no door.

I was standing on one side of this wall and looking at the other side; it consisted of a basic kitchen countertop, white in color with dark wooden cabinets. There were no chairs or tables, or a fridge, just the counters. The center of the room had a warm yellow light shining down on it, which dissipated towards the walls of the room. In the half of the room I was in, there was little lighting except a bit coming in from a window. When you looked out the window, you could see a very dark, pale blue street with snow. That seems to be a common setting for houses in my dreams.

I leaned up against the opening of the wall and put my arms over the foot-thick structure; I became lucid as I did this. I noticed the appearance of the opening change a bit; before it was just lined by the blue-green wall, but now it was lined with polished, lighter wood (bamboo-color?). It was like the lining of a windowsill. I counted my fingers, one, two, three, four, five... But I knew better than to assume anything by just using the finger check, so I plugged my nose and I could breathe; the air felt still and it was room temperature. I also noted the location I was in, and then realized it was a combination of my old house's living room and a kitchen.

For stabilization, I took a few steps back and looked at the wood on the rectangular wall opening; I could see a few small holes in it, probably the size of thumbtack heads, but it wasn't littered with them. I then put my right hand on the wood and moved it along, seeing how it felt. It felt like polished wood, where there was a bit of friction and it took slightly more effort to move my hand. It was realistic; the more intensely I observed the wood, the cooler it felt. I then rubbed my hands together and tried to think about what my dream goals were; after ten seconds I remembered wanting to set a cherry on fire, so I held my right hand out in front of me, forming a fist. After doing this, I moved my thumb out to the right and my last for digits downwards a bit, imagining a cherry to roll up a bit from inside my grip. A maraschino cherry appeared; it was bright red like the real thing, but the stem was half the size it should've been, and it was very slightly transparent, making its color a bit lighter than normal. I looked closely at it, then started to use pyrokinesis. I imagined warmth coming from the cherry and saw that the places where my hand was touching it ripple outward slightly, and these ripples glowed orange. The left and right of the cherry then started to show a sleek flame coming up from either side; this flame was mostly red-orange but also had some yellow blended in.

It took about a minute to get a flame to fully encapsulate the cherry, but I did it. The flame was very realistic and seemed to come mostly from the bottom and rise up and around the cherry, but a few smaller licks of fire came from in between the fruit and where I was touching it. I'd never seen so realistic flames in a dream before, so I was mesmerized! I didn't feel a burn from the fire coming from the cherry, but just a slight 'fuzziness', as if I was rubbing my fingers against a chalkboard.

The cherry looked the same as it did initially, not burning or anything. But as the dream started to end, I popped the cherry into my mouth. It tasted like pure white sugar. The outside was crispy as if it had been charred, though when I was holding it before, it was soft and visibly unaffected by the fire.

I tried a DEILD, but it failed because I accidentally opened my eyes!

This is my first entry, and my first time in any sense attempting to record a dream, having had one.

It's only recently I began remembering my dreams, and only that because of a brief reading about lucid dreaming.

I'll start backwards because it'll help me remember:

The final segment was my mother revealing some information about the downfall of a friend of mine's family. In real life this friend of mine I saw last night at a party and he is headed off to the Cayman Islands to teach Cello - maybe that was why he was in my head.

It was just an oblique about the success of this guy's older brother, who displayed great academic achievement, as opposed to some of the other siblings who were more along the lines of great musical achievement. He was already publishing articles as head boy at the private school he went to - before the family collapsed. I suppose all this provoked in me was an extra sense of sadness at all the potential some of these kids had, and the distruption their various life trajectories underwent, as they ended up having their home life and family taken out from underneath them, and the effects this has had on them. All this was being told me on the day before a set of exams I had to do, which stayed with to the point I was sitting on the dewed grass of a green that was familiar yet unfamiliar of a university which was similar yet different to the one I went to.

Then interestingly came a focus to my own home. Which was unrecogniseable and yet familiar. It was labyrinthine, with loads of rooms I had never seen before and yet which seemed vaguely familiar. One which sticks in my head was a cored nursery which was the only room which looked unused but was being kept for that purpose for some peculiar reason. Maybe because my mother still hopes sooner or later a cousin on or somesuch will bring a child over.

Then comes the basement, which seems to have been where I was. It seems to have been some kind of a workshop for me. It was full of wooden cutout figures that had painted faces; curiously grotesque and horrific yet comical and almost funny as well. It was darkly lit and mostly cement, with a cool, almost wet sense to the air. A backdoor to the basement opened out to a dry desert road going around the side of a mesa. On a layby slightly below this road I was building a very large gattling gun out of rather ineffectual materials. In some cases there was metal, bullets, cables, things which in themselves seemed to overheat and break far too quickly. Meanwhile some important structural parts of the machine were being done in cardboard, and I didn't see how strange that was.

Anyway that's it in reverse order.

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

Notes:
I'm surprised that I didn't become lucid in this one; I'm usually aware in dreams involving my room, or house for that matter...

I was in my bedroom; however, a common theme in many of my dreams is the lack of furniture, and this one was no exception. The only thing in my room was my queen-sized bed which in which the head was right up against the wall; the bed's frame was very modern and square, all made of dark stained wood. There were two short, slightly curved rectangular pieces at the end of the bed that collectively made a headboard. The room itself was dark (there were no windows but I could somehow tell that it was nighttime), but there was light coming from a doorway behind me, slightly illuminating the bedroom with pale yellow. As for myself, I was waiting in front of my bed for my dad to come into my room. He was leaving for a business trip (I'm unsure of the duration or any details of the matter) and he was coming to my room to give me something to eat for the night. Dinner, or something. I stood there for a minute, and then he walked into the room, but I didn't turn around to greet him. He just appeared at my side, and handed me a rectangular block of cheddar cheese, which looked incredibly realistic. It was one of those larger, plastic-sealed blocks that go for fifteen bucks or so at the supermarket.

I looked at it and my dad said, "I'm not sure if this is fresh still, but try it anyways. I'm going now, see you later."

He left the room. At this point, I saw that the package of cheese was open at one end, although it had been completely sealed before, and there was a price sticker containing the price and barcode in the corner. I peeled back the plastic a bit, and took a tiny piece from the corner, no bigger than my pinkie finger. I ate it and it tasted like sour cheese, or cheese mixed with sour milk (except it didn't have that very strong 'tang' to it, which would've been real disgusting).

It was no good to eat, obviously.

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

This dream started in my house. I was in the hallway of the second floor, but one side of this hallway wasn't walled-off, and instead it had a half-wall that overlooked the first floor, which went out from underneath it for another ten feet or so. The walls were beige and the half-wall was topped off with a smooth, rounded section of dark wood. The floors, as they've always been, were hardwood. The first floor must have been twenty feet tall, judging from how high up the second one was.

I was standing up against the half-wall, with my elbows resting on with wood on top. I wanted to leave the house but I knew my dad wouldn't let me; he was in an irritable mood. The tall wall I was facing had a large, vertical rectangular window made of one solid pane of glass. If you were to look below the window, you'd see the front door of the house. It was a set of white double doors with brass doorknobs. I peered over the wall to look down at them; it was fairly dark in the house though, because the lighting was dimmed. Light was coming from a room to the right on the first floor, on the wall adjacent to the one with the door, though. My dad was in that room.

I looked out through the big window and it was clearly nighttime; the sky was pitch-black. The only thing I could see were distant street lights. I did see a two-lane road right in front of my house going perpendicular to it, but that's because it was right near the house.

The dream skipped and I was now downstairs, right in front of the door. Right there, I became lucid. Wanting to avoid a possible scrap with my dad (because the dream had a slightly dark air to it), I called out to him; I sort of knew he was still in the room to the right. The light was still on, too, letting a flood of yellow into the main room, the one I was in.

"Dad," I said, "I'm leaving now! I'll be back in a bit."

I expected him to oblige and simply say 'alright', but that didn't happen. Moments later, I prepared to open the door and summon the indoor "arrivals" terminal of an airport, and that was when I felt an invisible hand on my shoulder. I didn't summon this hand; I'd simply forgotten all about my dad, but the dream obviously had other ideas. The hand freaked me out slightly but I shoved it off, saying, "dad, this is a dream and you have no business doing that. Get lost." I kept my cool because I was aware enough that I was dreaming, and that nothing could hurt me.

"You're not leaving!" I heard him shout from the other room; his voice sounded hollow but not echoey at all. I gathered up my visualizations again and was about to open the door, when the floor gave way. It split in two, and I could hear the hardwood snap as I plunged right-side up into blackness.

Okay, so I was pretty much totally unnerved now, but I still managed to keep my charade going. "What did I say?" I exclaimed, rolling my eyes as I fell down through the blackness. I crossed my arms. "Put me back, NOW!"

The lack of visual input must have been what caused the dream to end.

Dream 1
I was in a desert and I realised I was dreaming so I looked up and around it was really nice. Then I woke up and it was dark my mum was in the room, I rolled over and touched her arm and woke up again. In real life.



Dream 2
I was a huge dinosaur and had been captured by the Krakeder from Space Clash (a game I used to play) there was the green empire there aswell and then I suddenly warped out and became human. I was out on one of the streets and there were muslim girls reading books each at a distance in a row.

I figured the dinosaur was more fun so I went back but I noticed a pen and gave it to one of the girls. Then I woke up in a nother dream.

Dream 3

I was in bed and woke up (false awakening) I could hear my mum and sisterdownstairs and thought to myself "I'm dreaming" I got exicted and ran downstairs I did a nose pinch and I could breathe but since I have a small nose but I was lucid. I was going to go outside but got sidetracked and went into the living room. Where I saw my mum and sister, I lost lucidity and woke up.

Side Notes
When I woke up I made sure to reality check. I don't even know if this is real or not LOL.

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

Notes:
Another dream with Gale Boetticher in it... Must have been because I missed the new episode of Breaking Bad on Sunday...

In this dream, it was sometime between afternoon and evening - the sky was still light, but it was beginning to adopt a pale orange tint. I was in a relatively sparse forest with very tall and skinny trees. They looked like the kind of trees that had been burned and killed by a forest fire; the ends of their branches were flimsy and almost crispy-looking, and the bark of the trees themselves was fairly dark, but not quite bordering on black. The trees had a few leaves here and there but not many. There was probably one tree for every fifteen feet of groundspace.

I was a young gray owl, and I was one of five or six other owls (of different species) who were in school taking flying lessons from a grumpy old teacher owl. I can't remember details about any specific birds except the teacher; he had slightly scraggly brown feathers, and longer ear 'tufts' on his head. The group was flying in place, in a circle all facing each other, at the side of one tree in the forest, which must have been at an altitude of about 70 feet above the pine-and-wood covered dirt ground. Myself, I was in the hollow of a tree that was right near theirs; the hole was only five feet higher than the group. Because of this, I was looking down on them. When the dream started, my dream-self knew that I was ditching class because the teacher wasn't friendly; he wasn't letting the owls eat until class was over, which I didn't like. So, I wanted to stir things up.

I saw the group, positioned about ten feet away from me. I looked at them and suddenly saw a perfectly round owl pellet whizz towards the hole and past my head; they were using it to practice catching things with their feet while flying at the same time. The sudden appearance of the pellet didn't surprise me, although I definitely would've jumped in real life. Without taking my gaze away from the class, I grabbed the ball with my foot (although I cant remember if it was an owl's foot) and as soon as I did this, the teacher somehow realized where I was.

"Puffin, get down here now!" he roared in a grumpy but non-intimidating fashion, but I just laughed to myself and put the pellet down. I then kicked my foot hard into the inside of the hole, which sent three moths, each having a different color - pale orange, mint green, and light blue - flying towards the class. The moths' wings looked normal at first glance, but then upon closer inspection, the wings were upside-down! As usual, I didn't notice this anomaly. I was just thinking about how sending food out to the class, moths, would surely piss the teacher off!

I looked away from the class as soon as the moths got further away from the tree; I didn't see or hear a reaction at all. A few moments later, I decided to land on the ground.

I walked up to the edge of the hole and let gravity pull me over the edge; I dropped out of the hole, flapping my grey wings (which were still rather small because I wasn't very old) a few times to slow the fall a bit, and started to coast forward. I landed at least forty feet away from my tree, as a result of the coasting. I had completely forgotten about the class of owls now; it's as if they weren't even there. Sometime during the flight, the forest had seamlessly changed from a sparse one to a slightly denser and lively forest, with pine and sycamore trees that actually looked normal, leaves and all. I'm not sure if I was seeing from an owl's small perspective while in the tree, but I was definitely seeing through it now; the trees were very big compared to me. Anyways, the pieces of wood chips, pine needles and dirt on the ground looked large, which was pretty realistic for my size. I walked a few small steps forward and my feet sunk down into the materials a bit, because the sheet of them covering the forest floor was not one solid thing, but many pieces.

As soon as I stopped walking, I heard a woman's voice say, "what are you doing? Theres dangerous owls here, like this one!" As the last sentence started, an owl's face suddenly flashed in front of my vision, filling it up for a few instances. It was in the animation style of the owls from the film Legend of the Guardians, but with slightly less less feather detail. The owl was dark grey, with feathers that became lighter around its eyes and beak, and it had intimidating-looking red eyes that gradated to black in the center of each one. When the vision faded, it was almost juxtapositioned by a friendly-looking grey owl, who was probably a bit less than twice my own height. He was standing bot ten feet away from me; the forest around us remained unchanged. I knew that this owl was my friend; I enjoyed doing things with him and trusted him completely. He looked like the owl from the vision with grey feathers that got lighter around his face, but his eyes were normal-looking. There was no connection between him and the other owl I'd just seen; no premonition or a dangerous air to him; it was just strange and random dream behavior.

He said something friendly to me, although I cannot remember what wit was. We exchanged words a few times in a conversation I don't recall at all, and then I looked to my immediate left.

I was right next to a rectangular house (probably 50x20 feet) that had white siding, slightly stained in places with tree sap and other yucky things. The whole thing was raised five or six feet by a wooden lattice foundation; this foundation had black mesh behind it so I couldn't see behind it and under the house. The house also had a deck-like ramp made of pine wood going up the front of it, starting on the ground at the left and ending at the right. On the right, where the ramp ended about five feet above the ground (where the bottom of the house met the foundation), was a single white door with a square screen in the upper half. There was a small white-paned window a few inches to the left of the door, and it was divided into four equal sections by a thinner white windowpane; finally, it was screened with black mesh, just like the door. I couldnt see through it. I was in front of the house from where I was standing, the other owl a few feet down and slightly past the house. We both turned towards the house and started to walk up the ramp. During this, my height seamlessly changed to my normal human height of approximately 5.4", and the owl I just spoke with just vanished when I looked away from him and at the house. For the rest of the dream, he was nowhere to be found.

As I got to the top of the ramp, which was actually much steeper than it appeared to be when I was just looking at the house, I saw Gale Boetticher from the (awesome) television series Breaking Bad standing right outside the door. He was wearing a casual, button-down yellow shirt that had pineapple-colored criss-crossing lines, making a regular pattern of small squares. He was also wearing olive khakis and brown sandals; the outfit as a whole looked very normal.

Gale then looked at me and said, "excuse the mess." His voice was very similar to the actual character. He then smiled a bit as if to welcome me to his house, and pushed lightly on the white door. It swung open slowly and without making a noise, even though he pushed very lightly on it. I knew I was going to be discussing business plans with him, although what type of business I don't know; the dream gave no hints. The dream ended once the door fully opened, and before I went in.