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I am lucid.
I fly over a blue city river and descend on to the city. I am on an street and people start to stare at me. I realize I am floating. I quickly will myself invisible. The street has a mysterious dreamy orange tint. People behind stalls are selling bizarre objects. Along the buildings there is a gap where a staircase is. I wander up it. It spirals round and round and it starts to feel like it going to go on forever. However I reach the top. I am in a temple sort of area and there are pillars standing tall. I ask "Show me my dream guide?" Nothing happens. I prostrate my self. I say "Please!". I eventually say in desperation, "God!" I should add I am a militant atheist. The scene changes. I am flying over a forest. A warm male voice says "She is traversing these slopes. You may not see her now." I wake up.

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So it's been years - seriously - since I've had a lucid dream that lasted for more than a second or two. Until two nights ago.

I discovered lucid dreaming on my own, and it was incredible. Mine were never super vivid - like they always felt hazy - but they did happen quite often, and I could always fly. My sleep cycle as a kid and teenager was really screwed up, mainly because OCD and insomnia kept me up late into the night, and I had to wake up early for school and such.

But then I started taking melatonin nightly, and lived a more regular albeit hectic schedule. On one hand, this was awesome, because I slept and felt better. But I also slept deeply. To the point where my dreams became less vivid, and in the rare event I would become conscious, I would be so exhausted that I'd just let myself become unconscious again. When you only have 4 or 5 hours to sleep...suffice it to say that isn't very good for lucid dreaming.

I have been fighting to get back to where I used to be, and I want my dreams to be more vivid, too! My efforts have finally been paying off.

So, the dreams from two nights ago! This night was the first effective MILD I've done. I basically told myself "I'm dreaming" until I fell asleep.

The lucid one! : I was standing amongst mountains, in a pine forest. It looked like I was on a lower part of a mountain, but a mountain indeed. There were a lot of people around, and a parking lot - seemed like a national park of some sort - and there were lots of tall mountains around me. We seemed to be on a cliff as well. I managed to realize I was lucid pretty quickly. I think it was because I realized I could fly! I was with my brother, and I yelled in excitement something along the lines of "WE'RE DREAMING!" I did upside-down pull-ups on the railing and all sorts of things, and I felt weightless. It was fantastic, and more vivid than I'm used to, too.

It was also foggy. Very foggy. I could see around me, but off the side of the cliff everything was mostly obscured by fog.

I decided to explore this building which seemed to be built into the mountain. Inside the building, there were towels everywhere, and a bunch of secret passageways. My brother came along with me. I happened to stumble upon a bathroom, and as I entered, I heard this gasp and saw a blurry reflection of a girl through some glass. All skin, maybe a shower cap? I don't remember! She must've just finished taking a shower or something. It looked like someone else was in there, too, but I couldn't tell. I figure the reason she gasped was because I accidentally walked in on her!

Aaaaaaand then I woke up. -_- But hey! I had a lucid dream for the first time in YEARS! Hard work pays off. I know this now. I hope this can continue into the school year. I don't want nights where I only sleep 3 or 4 hours anymore. I never liked those. I will do my best to improve on my time management so I won't have to (hopefully). I will do everything that I can.

Note to self: the reality check of whether or not I can fly is seeming to be more effective than checking my watch or my phone. But we will see.

Other, non-lucid dreams...

- For some reason, I had to move in with the parents of a friend of mine who lives in Nevada. I felt really lonely, even though they were really nice and friendly.
- Another friend of mine (who ironically knows the first friend) was with me in this glass house that overlooked the city below. There were a bunch of paintings kids had done, and they were sitting and drying on the floor. The floor was glass so you could see down below. We were probably just a few stories into the air. The city lights below were actually quite beautiful. If only I had become lucid during this one. That city would've been fascinating to explore.
- Apparently, some girl, younger than me, kissed me on the neck. I have essentially zero recollection of this one, but that's what it says in my dream journal. I actually do think she may have been blonde with blue eyes. But I don't remember any kissing...
- Another friend (yep, another! who happens to know the first two, I think!) was riding in this car or carriage or something. He was really famous, but he stopped to say hi. I was in a really crowded street, if I recall correctly.

But then the next night, I experienced zero lucidity, and I think I fell asleep when I was trying to write down a dream. Thus, the only notes I have are "Stormy and rain outside - some papers wet."

Very anticlimactic to the previous night beforehand, which was a shame because the prior night had been so captivating. Oh well. I tried sleeping in since I had nothing going on until church in the afternoon, but I couldn't sleep. I just laid there and felt wide awake. So I just watched We Bare Bears on YouTube instead. Wham!

My family and I were staying in a big, old house for some reason. There were other people there that I didn't know, strange kids. One girl walked around holding a big brightly coloured blanket behind her, dragging it on the ground.

That night, I was in the bedroom asleep, face down. I was awoken the sound of something being dropped onto the table next to the bed. I then heard a curious sounding male voice that was very clear, and sounded like it was in my head. He said "you have a delivery from a mysterious dark figure... a familiar old man". Then I turned and saw three tightly wrapped objects in a pile on my side table. They were shaped like dinner rolls. I watched as a tiny white orb like thing left the room out the door way.

I didn't open the wrapped objects in the dream, but there were three of them.

I let out an exhalation as my feet rise and fall on the hot sand. Its warmth ascends through my body as a light breeze glides across my skin, offering a relief from the hot sun in the clear sky overhead. The dunes of a vast white desert stretch out before me miles in every direction. I am alone. No one but me and the endless sand and dust in the wind.

A figure shows itself in the distance. A man? Standing out there on the dunes. His long robes flow in the wind as he stares, as if waiting for me to continue on with him. It could be nothing but a mirage, but he's there. Standing. Waiting.

To my left - sand. To my right - sand. I must follow this elusive stranger.

I attempt to quicken my pace, but my legs are slow and heavy. The sand grows deeper. Each step I take sinks down into the dunes beneath my feet. The weight of the sack over my shoulder slows my pace. Regardless of how close I seem to get, the mysterious stranger always seems to be half a mile ahead, each moment disappearing over another dune. My instinct to catch up to the him is strong, yet my skepticism comes forth. Is this a mystic or is this a trickster? An illusion or a real being? The tricksters encountered in the past have been many, drawing me into the depths of their schemes. Lured in by my curiosity and their promises of higher knowledge, only to find myself caught within their web of lies. Chained and held prisoner within a cave of endless illusory pleasures, staring at the shadows of the puppeteer behind me. Captivated with no choice of control and no freedom of thought as my neurological hardware finds itself hacked and rewired by a malevolent existential programmer. Food for the carnivorous fish in the deep sea of a predatorial universe starving for vital conscious energy.

However, this doesn't feel that way. I have a choice in the matter. I feel the ability to turn back at any moment. My heart tells me to continue on, that this is the way, and so I follow.

My legs are heavy and my breathing is slow in the thick desert air. Hours seem to pass by with a lost sense of time melting away into the sun as it beats down on my bare shoulders. As the seconds, minutes, or hours pass, however, I make it over the top of the tallest dune.

Below me is a vast canyon, spanning far to my left and right. The distance to its bottom looks staggering. Jagged rocks. Darkness. On the other side of the canyon resides a lush jungle. The sound of waterfalls and birds singing in the trees graces my ears. I know I have never been to this forest before, but something feels familiar and welcoming. Across the canyon stands the mysterious robed stranger. I look down, but see no way of crossing to the other side. He stares into my eyes, his gaze penetrating my soul. In those eyes I see my own. The deep blue. The white hair. This is so familiar. Something profoundly deep and eternal resides between us.

I look down at my hands and notice the white paws and fur covering my skin. This is me. He is me. That is who I am. As the realization hits me, a bridge forms. Frail and held together by nothing but some twine and a few boards, but there nonetheless.

I can't make it with this bag, however. If I lose it though, I lose the only sense of identity I have. I lose my past. I lose myself. Many times before have beings nearly tricked me into leaving my past behind. Tricked me into forgetting my name. The name of my family and ancestors. It binds us to ourselves. If we forget our name we forget what it means to be a human. So quick are we to give up our identities for the sake of achieving fame, recognition, or making a quick buck. Is it worth it though? Is this mysterious forest worth the risk?

Behind me lies the white desert, in front of me the lush mysterious jungle.

I don't have a choice. I must go. I drop the bag I'm holding and make my way slowly, but surely across the bridge. I feel lighter, I feel free. The bridge sways beneath my four paws and I attentively place each one, careful not to crack a single one of the boards. One misstep and I'll go cascading into the rocky chasm below. The boards creek with each step and the breeze blows against the fur of my ankles. One step. Two. Three. Four. I will make it across. There is no turning back.

I glance behind me to realize I'm halfway across. A surge of accomplishment and positive anticipation wells up through my veins. With the sense of achievement comes a spiral of light from every direction. Bursts of fire surround me. The bridge. It's transformed. Pure glass. Not a thin glass, however. Strong. Sturdy. Unbreakable. I look into the crystal flooring to see my reflection. I am older, no longer a young cub, and my mane has begun to grow. With each step I feel myself grow closer to wisdom.

As I step off the bridge I make my way over to the stranger in robes. He stands tall. A white lion. A wise sage, eyes filled with the wisdom of the ancients. His velvet robes embroidered in blue, black, green, and yellow designs. Natural and flowing, psychedelic, but not overwhelming. He stares into my eyes and with his gaze I know this spirit has been with me a long time. That he has been following me throughout my daily life, his silent words speaking to me through every experience, guiding me along the winding rivers. I know now this being is within me. My higher self. My future. My most true form.

We walk through a path in the forest and life permeates the air, spirits in every direction. When I close my eyes I feel the mother of our world, a great serpent. Wise and powerful, stern but loving. Her gaze is piercing. Right to the depths of my being. I know this is not my territory, but it is her territory. She offers it to us. She shares it, the comfort of her love pervading our every thought.

The jungle air is moist against my skin, the trees are tall, and the scent of flowers and flowing water is refreshing as it courses through my body. As we turn a corner in the path, a beautiful sanctuary reveals itself beyond the leaves of the forest. Mountains, hot springs, waterfalls, and lush foliage surround my companion and me. Within its center resides a pristine lake. Water so clear one can see all the way to the bottom, circular stones covering its floor. So white and round they could almost be eyes gazing up from the primordial depths of the Earth. The trees are the most pure green I've ever laid eyes upon. This is paradise.

My guide turns to me and smiles.

"Are you ready to find your destiny?"

And with that we walk off into the mesmerizing sanctuary before us, transfixed by the mysteries that await.

I catch glimpses of the faces of those around me as I move through the hallways. Sadness, happiness, apathy. Mostly indifference. The faces of those simply cycling through the motions of life. No soul, no purpose. Am I any different?

Out the corner of my eye I catch sight of a face. That girl. I know her. But from where? The face is uncanny. Green glasses, strawberry blonde hair. Who is this?

She looks at me. A smile.

The motions of life continue. Hours go by. I move through these hallways unaware of where they lead. One of the crowd. Destinationless. Faceless. Then I see her again.

In that moment we remember everything. The life we've known each other, the memories we've shared. The lives we've descended on through the wheel of time. The cycle of Samsara experienced over and over and over again. Tears flow from our eyes.

"How could I ever forget you?" she says.

Reality sheds its skin before our eyes and we gaze upon the vast and beautiful jungle before us. The immense garden of beauty, one only to be found within the collective dreams of all mankind. We dangle from the branches of trees. Two serpents. Entwined in an act of ethereal love, one with the phantasmagorical sights surrounding us. My rich blue body glide across the deep purple scales of hers to produce a radiant swirl of colorful energy, spiraling outward from the center of our entanglement. Our bond is electrifying.

This is life. This is truth. This is where we are and always have been. This is real.

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I awake and dust of the crust from my eyes. Back in this reality.. How unfortunate. What the hell just happened? Who was that girl? I pick up my phone to text D about the dream that just occurred - a morning tradition. I speak of the girl, the snakes, the forest - the total experience.

".. she kind of reminded me of you, actually, but healthier and with more vitality," I tell her

"I had strawberry blonde hair and wore green glasses back in about 2008, before my health problems. That would be amazing if that was me."

And then it clicks. Was that her? Have we shared previous lifetimes together? The bond we share and the synchronicities we've experienced are already extraordinary on their own. Is this possible? There may never be a way to find out the truth. This life we live in is a mysterious one. This reality - is it but a single world, or is this but one of many?

Sorry for the lack of entries lately. However, I have something to make it up; my most WILD experience ever (It's funny because this actually involves WILDs ).

I would like to start off by saying this was a non-lucid dream. The main issue here is that all of the dream's details are scrambled pretty badly. Each detail is split into two, and both halves are basically the opposite. I can't tell if the advice was written or being spoken aloud. If it was spoken aloud, then it was one of the following: a powerful, god-like voice that seemed to echo in all directions; and a weak, nerd-like voice. In the spoken aloud case, one detail is clear: my dream guide is male. I was actually expecting it to be female, because it's very common for people to have dream guides of the opposite gender.

I don't know what to make of this, but I know what he told me. I remember exactly what he said, but not in words, not in sounds, and not in pictures. I remember it in code; and I'm not talking about something like binary, numbers, letters, symbols or anything else. I can only remember and describe it in pure thought and nothing else.

I am unable to translate my DG's advice into words; all I can tell you is this: Recently I've been struggling greatly with WILD. My DG has giving me some advice with it. He insists that it is almost guaranteed to help me and that I should expect to finally do a WILD successfully tonight as long as I put forth enough effort. Unfortunately, I cannot share his advice because it involves personal information. Plus, both me and my dream guide agree that this method would be ineffective to the vast majority of lucid dreamers out there.

I understand that this is all very difficult to understand and believe, but it is true and I promise no lies were spoken in this entry; if I have deceived, mislead or confused you in any possible way, please know that I did not have any intent of doing so. I assure you that I'm quite confused myself. I've heard of shared dreaming and all, but I've never heard of anything like this.

If you have anything to say on the matter, PLEASE let me know!

My second dream I recorded was even more mysterious than the first one. I also remember less.

I remember being suplexed (wrestling move) onto a concrete floor which broke as I hit it but I wasn't injured. I do not remember who suplexed me either. When I got up I saw an entirely stone room with a smooth concrete floor, it could have been a dungeon. I wrote that the dream had a mysterious nature but I can't remember why I wrote that. I also wrote 'The Walls do not Move' and that it had something to do with a book but again I have no idea why. There was at least one booby trap, I stepped on a certain part of the floor and it started moving down and I just managed to get my leg out before I was put in a very uncomfortable position. I think there were others but I can't remember specifically what they were. The last thing I wrote is that it was a very strange dream but hard to remember much.

I'm new here.
This Lucid-Dreaming thing is interesting.
I'll try to try it.
I want to catch a man. I've had a few lucid-dreams but in every dream there was a guy. I don't know who is he. I'll try to find out.
Is he a real guy and he can be in my dreams with dream sharing or it's just my brain playing a game with me?

This is my first day when I tried to recognize, I'm in a dream.
I had 3 dreams and I remember 2 of these.

I don't know what happened in the first one but when I woke up I said something like: 'I've bought a ... for my sister.'

The second was a really strange dream. I was in Paris and spoke French. I can't speak French in real life. I was travelling on a train with the mysterious guy I've spoke about. Then I arrived to Budapest, the capital of my country, and my best friend was waiting for me. Then suddenly we got home. I don't know how. Then we got some three wheeled bikes and went for a little trip. As we went home I missed the way home so we got lost. Then we got home. There was a film shotting and... uhh it's soo long and it has got no story. So go on the next.

The third dream. I remember this dream well. There was me, in my room. I was after a shower so I was naked. There were 2 doors in my room not like in the real life. One opens to a corridor, the other to a step. I heard my sister's speaking so i grabbed a towel and try to hide my body. Then she came in with my 2 year old niece. I told her to go out. She send my niece to the corridor and shut the door behind her. Then she wanted to stay. Successfully i send her out. When she shot the door it turned to transparent. I've learned yesterday so I tried to put my hands through the door but when I nearly reached it it turned back to normal. And that was the and of the dream.

I don't know if they have a meaning or not. But I hope I will lucid-dream in the near future.

Have a good night everybody.

PS.: Ohh and sorry for my English I'm Hungarian. Please correct me if I messed something. Thanks.

Dimension Transportation:
It had something to do with dimensions. Possibly how one can cross before and enter new dimensions. It was all about the energy. It seems that birds can enter new dimensions at a higher energy. The dimension in particular had a pulsing orange color and had a yellow bird, likely a canary at its forefront.

Mysterious Place:
I was in some small room, it was a bit dark but there was enough light to see some of the equipment around. A couple of meters ahead and to my right, was a wooden door. It was open a bit and had no handle. On the wall next to it, was a wooden clock. It was all made of wood and had an octagonal shape. Everytime this clock ticked, the door would close a tiny amount eventually fully closing and likely locking me in the room. I had a feeling that I was in some sort of maze or some game and I had to reach the door before it fully closed. I made a leap to the door as the clock ticked a couple more time and forced my way through the door making it to the other side. I can only recall seeing a restroom at the wall facing the door which I decided to visit. I thought about taking a shower and I have just closed the door when I hear a scream and my mom comes in. I ask "What's wrong?" and she replies "that the bird has caught her white towel with his beak and dropped it on the floor"

Office Food?
I was sitting in some office building. The floor had greyish carpets and there was large windows behind me. I was sitting on a chair facing a computer terminal and had some co-workers sitting at the terminals to my left. I think the ceiling was white and there was a wall behind my terminal. The place was organized, such as every group of terminals had a wall blocking their view to the front, similar to a cubicle style, but, rectangular in nature. A friend's girlfriend comes over to me and asks me about chili paper(?). She wanted me to re-print it for her. I take her to a room down the hall and ask her for more details. Something about her not getting along with her teacher and the possibility of winning an award. I went back to my chair and gave it some thought. A co-worker who overheard some of the conversation asked me what she wanted and I told her the story. I think she said that I shouldn't. I was still considering printing it, since, I was considering the price.

Pharmacy Visit:
Something about a pharmacist and I think a guy wanting some medicine.

Thoughts: Hurray for REM rebounds Probably my best night for dream recall. I'm starting to wonder if the first and second dream are actually linked together or not since it's the same bird, kinda of like a story. The first two dreams seem to be interesting, since, I've only ever had one dream that involved the term dimension and I liked the atmosphere of the second(the dark room). I thought the bird being evil with the towel was pretty funny as well As for the third, not much to say, other than being really odd and seems to be mixing different ideas together

Mysterious Email:
I was viewing a black screen with a table in the middle. It was colored red and white with red possibly being for the headers and white for the rest. Three horizontal lines(the top one, the line below it and the bottom one) which the table was made off were a bit bolded making them stand out. It seems that I was looking at my email account. The headers were organized in the following order: name, subject, size and date. The size was in kb and date in the format of x/x/year. The emails were organized with the earliest date at the top and latest at the bottom. Any emails that are unread are bolded as well making it easy to figure out the newest ones. Overall, it was very well organized, easy on the eyes and easy to read. I got a new email from some administrator which I was waiting for. I remember looking at the size which was 191,xxx and thinking “191,xxx kb, wow, what kind of attachment did she send?”. I clicked on the email(more like willed it to be clicked) and a compose box opened with my previous message sent quoted along with the sender's message stating “Powerpoint 3 is not opening, lol” and possibly “go to x’s homepage”. There was more to the message that I couldn't recall.
*x equals a number value that wasn't recalled unless otherwise stated

Thoughts: Interesting dream and the layout of the inbox was fantastic. Wish I could remember the rest of the message, but, alas it is lost