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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 hate it when I take too long to record dreams. And it just had to be this one.

This was a rather high-level lucid. I was in the back of a semi truck, which was actually lit pretty well, casting light onto the thinner metal walls. There were large, empty cardboard boxes with unidentifiable red and white labels around the inside walls of the truck, but then proceeded to start sliding around as the vehicle started and stopped. I could feel the gravity and shifts as the truck did this, which was almost every few moments.

I didn't know where I was.

In this period of time, I know I became lucid. I also know that I got out of the truck by creating a blast of bluish, electric energy. When I did this, I was able to hear the electrical sound of something shorting out, and a realistic zapping noise. I then walked out and ended up on the field of a university campus. The university building was around forty feet away from me, as an estimate. It was pretty small, with light brick and stone walls, but the area around the building was very big. It consisted mostly of trimmed grass and a running track that went around the perimeter of the campus. I knelt down and smelled the grass (while looking around me at the same time to not lose focus). The grass smelled rather sweet, almost too sweet. I touched it with my hands and it felt damp.

Next, I believe I looked up and the actor Edward Norton appeared behind me. But the strange thing was, I didn't summon him myself. However, I figured I wouldn't let it go to waste because he looked almost perfect and normal. I kissed him, and he kissed me back.

This dream consisted of more stuff, but unfortunately I took too long to record it.

This is one of my
Five-Star Lucids

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 is one of the best dreams I've ever had, both in terms of lucidity and control. I was almost completely aware, and my dream control worked for just about everything.

I was in the debate room of my school, which had solid dark cream flooring, a long rectangular whiteboard on the wall and neatly arranged desks, all facing that board. I was in class with my friends, and a student in the upper grade walked in, handing out single sheets of paper to everyone. I looked at it and I saw a "who, what, where, when" style of invitation. It was an invitation for an event at the school. I remember it saying that Edward Norton, the actor, was coming to present a seminar on acting.

The dream then changed briefly: I'm at home, and anxious for the next day. Then it changed back and I was at school again; I was sitting in the same room as before, but this time there were less people. Norton was at the front of the room with some sort of PowerPoint projected up on the wall. At the end of the seminar, after everyone left and he was packing up, I became lucid. I was now almost completely aware that I was in a dream; I didn't even have to use a reality check. I could tell from the location and the fact that it looked different than usual.

"This is so cool!" I said, beginning to walk out of the room and into the atrium of the school. The color scheme is eggshell blue on the window frames and doors, and lighter whites, grays and beiges for the walls and tiles.

Click here for a floor map of the atrium.

I was now in the middle of the atrium, but the dream had a mind of its own. Although I didn't expect it to happen, Edward Norton had followed me and was looking up at the second floor. I did the same because there may have been something interesting up there, and there definitely was. Behind the silver cylindrical railing, there was a man all dressed in black with a ski mask covering his face.

"Are you here to mess up my dream?" I asked him, not caring if he were to jump down and attack me.

He didn't reply.

I laughed a bit and told the man, "go ahead if you want!"

At that moment, I decided to create this big, epic dream fight. I turned myself around to look at the entrance, where a bunch of other people I summoned were coming in through a door they smashed in, talking to each other; some were wearing all black and ski masks, some weren't... Some were running while others were walking patiently along.

I tried not to panic, as more people were entering the school than I expected. I produced a blast of fire from my hands; more specifically, fire that would only set the bad guys on fire and not the school. It worked and I created a long stream of fire aimed directly towards them. I didn't expect for Norton to be beside me, also creating fire using some kung-fu style moves which was actually pretty funny-looking. I couldn't help but burst out laughing.

I spun around and saw more dream characters coming in.

"Come on" I muttered, annoyed. I didn't summon those guys, only the ones on the other side of the atrium.

I held out my hand and shouted, "stop!" to the newcomers. I could hear shoes squeaking as they stopped mid-stride in surprise. "Go away. You can be in another one of my dreams."

They agreed and walked away. I turned around again and the others had frozen up, unmoving. Maybe because I was involved with too many dream characters at one time?

"Continue," I commanded, and the scene began to move.

All the bad guys collapsed on top of me, kicking and punching; it reminded me of a matrix-style fight. Unfortunately I couldn't see much past them, so I knelt down and created a huge blast of energy. It was bubble shaped and had a slight pink hue to it, but only in patches, like an actual bubble. It popped, and the enemies flew away into the walls of the atrium.

And that's where it ends. I would've recorded more, but I forgot the rest.

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

CAUTION: Contains spoilers from the 1996 film Primal Fear.

I was walking towards the changeroom of my school's gymnasium. Everything looked fairly normal so far; I walked through the door to the changeroom and there was a 2-meter long hallway, which opened up into a square locker room with wooden benches on the walls. There were large borderless mirrors on the walls, above the benches, which wouldn't have been there in real life. Although I remember looking straight into them, I cannot remember seeing my reflection. Nevertheless, this caused me to become lucid; I then looked around for a few moments and observed the dream. It took a little while for me to remember my dream goals, but I remembered that one of them was to summon and talk to Roy Stampler, the sociopathic defendant from the film Primal Fear. I turn around and exit the changeroom, emerging into the gymnasium and then hanging a left, leaving that room as well. I am now in the hallway of my school, on the second floor. I go to the left again and then straighten out, heading down the hallway.

Although the atmosphere of the changeroom and gymnasium was lighter, the atmosphere in the hallway was slightly dark, as if the school was about to close down for the day. But although the school was still 'open', at first glance there was no one there; this made the situation even more bizarre, but as I looked closer there were a few people walking along the floor below me. I looked over the balcony and wondered how I could summon Roy.

I decided to try a somewhat new technique; instead of calling out for him or going through another door, I expected him to be behind me, lessening the time spent looking around for him. It worked. Soon I could feel someone tapping me on my shoulder, and I turned around, fully believing he would be behind me. The summoning was successful; I looked at him and he was all there, looking almost exactly like he should have. "There you are, Aaron. I've been looking all over for you." He shrugged and replied, "it's Roy, stop with the Aaron thing already."

"Okay" I told him, throwing my hands up. "Let's get out of here so we don't attract any attention."

After all, in this situation I was imagining that he was released from the mental institution early and that we were supposed to meet to speak together. Who knows why, and who knows why I decided to stay at the school to talk to him. At this point, I still didn't know what I was going to ask him, but I forgot about it for now and we walked until we got to a classroom. The classroom had a blue and green berber carpet, which felt softer than normal underneath my feet. I didn't look down to see whether I was wearing shoes or not, though. The desks were arranged as if an exam had just taken place; they were spaced evenly apart in rows facing the door we came in from. There must have been around thirty desks in the room, but some of them were missing chairs. The room had white walls but they were covered with white bulletin boards, which in turn were plastered with neat geography maps and a large calendar made from rainbow-colored paper. The wall that the desks were facing had a large smartboard on it, complete with markers and a digital eraser.

We sat down in two desks near the only window, around six feet by six feet in area. This window was on the opposite side of the room as the smartboard. "So how did you manage to get out so early?" I asked him, and he replied, "it's all a matter of keeping the treatment visible." Whatever that meant.

I'll be revisiting this dream goal in the future, as I'm not satisfied with the results.