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Our youth group wanted a new place to meet, so we get a huge mansion. We each have a bedroom with our name artistically added to it. I find Kieran's, Devin's, and Megan's. I never found mine. We all go back downstairs to have the meeting. During the meeting, I'm accused of having to go to swim practice and leaving early. This is morning, swim is at night, so I stomp off and go up some unexplored stairs. I find Aelita Andre, the four year old artist that I'm doing a report on. She glares at me and starts singing "Set Fire to the Rain" by Adele. All of a sudden, I'm outside with my brothers and parents. Everyone else is gone. Fire is all around the city, and terrorists are on their way to bomb the mansion. Dad decides to blow it up himself. I agree, thinking that he will follow us while we run from the bomb, but sad music starts to play as he walks off, like in a movie. I realize that he would be blown up in the attack, and grab him. I refuse to let him sacrifice himself. So we all run away, he throws the bomb on top of the building as he runs. Mom is lagging, but sprints, jumps, lands on one foot on top of a six foot fence, jumps off, and lands on her face. After a second, she gets up and starts running again. As we all climb the fence, I see little Aelita running as fast as her four year old legs can run. I realize that she'll be caught in the blast. Scene shifts, I'm in a newroom watching a threat screen. The blue warning is just here and there. All off a sudden, a massive blue circle appears. I hear my parents talking in the backround.

I remember i was in some kind of a mall but not bying thing's, I was screwing with people. There was this large male who i loved to troll like i pulled his pants down and he started chasing me then i looked back at him and hit him in the face xD. Then he just dessapeared somewhere. Later some kid was walking across me and i tripped him and he fell and dissapeared again. Finnaly there was this chick with a bright green shirt i don't actually remember what i did to her but she started chasing me to . I got to say it was pretty fun. Also i remember that i got tired and asked the girl to have a little break. She agreed got my "breath" back and started running again i was getting kind of excited and so i woke up. The last moment's of the dream were semi-lucid for sure becouse i thought it was kinda strange for me to do this im pretty sure the excitetment of becoming lucid woke me up.

P.S I feel like im getting my reccall back SCORE!!!

I remember being in some huge gym, and climbing up this wall along a chain. This thing had to be at least 40 feet high. I was supposed to get all the way to the top to a window ledge, and then shimmy from it to the next window ledge. i got all the way up to the top, and started thinking "what if I run out of strength". Then everything else started pouring through my mind. How can I get down quickly with out falling, will I even make it down, would making across just be easier...etc etc etc.

My heart started racing, and I felt my blood pressure rising...all of a sudden I'm back on the ground. I started explaining all of this to someone in a FA, and then I found myself running through irradiated soil in bare feet. There are other parts of the dream I'd rather not mention or remember.

I am gong to start with a short introduction. Hi I am TwinklefairyTUTU (not "tut") and I am 21. I have not had fully lucid or vivid dreams. I have had some dreams where I realise I am sleeping and change one thing then go back into it. Well... actually i had one that I drifted in and out of knowing and then started controlling near the end. It took some effort to change things but I guess i did. I would however like to start off by sharing a non-lucid dream. It is a dream that has been in my head forever. The most vivid dream I have had and the only one in which I can remember every detail. I could not forget about it so i wrote it as a short story. I had planned on turning it into a ong story but did not get far. I have a lack of motivation, confidence and inspiration. Anyways, it is written in the form of a story so it may seem false but every detail is correct in refards to my dream. I hope you like it. I believe the only difference is that it is told in third person and I gave the runner a name, sort of. In my dream I was the runner and it was first person however I did not have an identity. Oh! and in the end of the dream I was a camera in the sky staring at bloody tire trails and such on the road. I decided to leave that out.


I call it. endless Halls.
He reached the top of the short vertical section of the vent. A small spot of blood sat near the top corner after his head beat off of the top and he landed on his feet. He did not have time to care about the gash which just opened up on the top of his head. The teenage boy continued to run through the large-dark vent, without looking back. He could not hear his pursuer, but could sense his presence. The boy felt a change of density in the floor and put his hands in front of him right before hitting a wall. He was in a hallway. The terrified teenager pushed away from the wall and headed down the corridor as his eyes slightly adjusted to the darkness and he could tell where the walls were. He ran past closed doors and barely missed multiple small tables. The boy took many turns in this seemingly endless and empty building.
The number of residents in this hellish building was well known to be very large by all of those inside but kept secret from all outsiders. No one from the outside world had any clue what went on inside this building or what the kids inside had to deal with. Many scared children and teenagers sat behind the hundreds of doors. Many, too disturbed to sleep and most , too scared to lay awake. Two-hundred-twelve, was what the boy had been used to answering too. It was the number on his room door. All of these things raced through his head as he raced down the hallway, along with questions. “What do I do? What happens when I get to the end? Is anyone ever going to find out and help?” He knew that his master would be angrier then ever before when he was caught and he knew that more than one person was willing to catch him. What he did not know was if he would survive what they would do to him.
Around the next turn sat several young children. A boy and girl were on one side of the hall and another boy on the other. There was a small table on both sides but still room to run between with no problem. The lonely boy sat, huddled against the side of the table, facing away from the direction of Two-hundred-twelve.
On the other side of the hall the girl was also crying. “I’m scared. We should go back.”
The second boy held her hand tight and led her forward as they constantly looked around. “I can’t. I’m scar…” His eyes widened. “Shh.” He dropped to the ground behind the table close by and pulled the girl to him. He stuck his face into the wall and stayed tight into the corner as the footsteps got closer. He held little doubt that the darkness would not hide them, but was still covered with fear. The teenage escapee bolted passed them and they froze in fear.
Two-hundred-twelve had no idea where he was heading but he took even more turns. “These hallways can’t really be endless. I have to come to something else eventually. I think I have been all over this floor before and it has some other areas. Yes!” He could see light peeking around the next corner and followed it. The hallway grew brighter as he got further and the white end finally opened up into a large room.
The room was well lit with all white surfaces and many tables. This white cafeteria had a straight wall along the right which led to a ramp to another eating area only a few feet lower. A beautiful woman in the lower area noticed the boy as he sprinted between the tables toward the rounded ledge along the left.
“Hey.” The woman screamed a simple alert and the boys master emerged from the hall behind him. Two-hundred-twelve vaulted over the rail and landed hard on the lower area.
“Stop him!” His master followed his exact trail. The boy began to feel hope and jumped onto and over the first two tables. The woman’s hand barely missed his foot and she grunted as her gut hit the second table and she watched him escape.
Two-hundred-twelve could not help but let out a small smile as he stared through the glass wall ahead of him and into the dark city. He could see the rooftops of some of the largest buildings in the city. They were very high up.
The master yelled as he attempted to reach his target but missed by several feet. “Stop!”
Two-hundred-twelve lowered his head and covered with his arms, embracing himself for the next step. His feet push off the floor and the smash echoed through the room and nearby halls. He removed his arms and stared at freedom, hundreds of feet below. The streets were fairly busy in this part of town even in the middle of night. The black-velvet road was in his direct path and he suddenly felt fear. “Oh no. This the end, The painful end…” then his smile came back, “This is the end. The painless end.” Only freedom existed in the boys body as it smashed into the road and over an oncoming car, which skid to a stop.
The smashed window was to high to notice from the streets and the master stared down at the scene. “Damn.” His handsome face was covered with anger. He needed to be in control and this time he was not, He made it clear that he did not like this, and his other subjects would pay for it. Kids were secretly watching from the nearest dark areas in the hallways and they knew things would get worse for them. They watched in fear and jealously as they attempted to create their own plan.
“Get this fixed right away.” The master removed his glare from the roads and walked away. The audience scattered and retreated back to their rooms as quickly and quietly as possible.

I woke up this morning and tried the FILD technique. I'm not sure I had full lucidity in the beginning, but I was at least aware of myself entering a dream.

I've been reading Stephen King's Under the Dome, so I was trapped in a city under a dome much like that one. In fact, we might have been in the book. Then some countries (and it might have been Naruto related) bombed right outside us. People freaked out, but I became lucid around then (or maybe I always had been, my memory on this one is fuzzy) and dove into the sand and dust where the bomb had hit. I swam around in the dust for a while, then came up and went to this huge department store. It was made all out of glass. I started talking casually to the police chief there. I remember that most of the stuff he said was hilarious, and laughing pretty hard. I know I asked him some questions I've always wanted to ask dream characters, but I've forgotten most of what he said.

He started leading me around the department store, kind of like a tour. I kind of snapped back to a heightened state of lucidity, extremely aware. I looked at my hands and was, once again, shocked by how real it was. I KNEW it was a dream, I didn't need to do any checks, but I was still just fascinated. I looked at the name plaque for this woman's office that we were standing outside of. Her name was Wanda something. The name was strange, but the door and plaque and woman looked intensely real. I thought, "Okay, time to get some stuff done!"

There was a door I could try to walk through, but I watched Inception the other night with Leviathen (he'd never seen it) and was now convinced if I tried to leave, my DCs would try to attack me. I didn't want to get shot, so I tried to spin. I could tell I hadn't moved, but I willed myself not to wake up. When I opened my eyes, the police men were coming to tie me to the wall.

Spoiler for ADULT:

At this point, I saw the policeman and wanted him to let me free. I thought the best bet was to seduce him, so I made myself younger and put on a skirt and sort of flirted with him. I pulled my skirt up at him, but he wasn't watching, so I MADE him watch. He started to join me. Then, I don't know, he turned into a woman? Who then proceeded to touch me and kiss me. She said that her boyfriend, the police officer, always said she should be with a woman, because she had such a small tongue. I asked her to show me, and she started to go down on me. I remember thinking that my boyfriend wanted me to have sex with him in my dream, and that Leviathen wanted me to visit him if I could, but I thought this was MUCH more important!

Then the alarm went off and I woke up.

(It really was long, like 30 minutes, I just don't remember most of it. At one point I thought, GEEZ this is a long dream.)

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The second dream took place a couple of hours after the first.

I was running from a large group of people, when lucidity hit me. Something about the running feeling great and how I wasn't tired. I just was sure I was dreaming. I did the nose RC. As usual, it took me a second to realize it was working, that I could breathe.

Then I woke up.

Non-lucid

My memory picks up standing at the back of some sort of police vehicle, similar to a mailman's vehicle. I am speaking to a male police officer who the is in the back of the vehicle sitting on the right side, with another person sitting on the opposite side of the vehicle. Somehow I know that I have just escaped some sort of prison. I have handcuffs on my hands in front of me, and I am hoping that the police officer does not notice them. As the vehicle with the officer inside slowly begins to drive off, the officer notices the handcuffs and begins to stand up yelling at me. I immediately begin to look for an escape route, so I run a few feet to my right and notice a man made rain run off path. As I start to run over to it, I notice that the handcuff on my right hand is loose enough for me to shake off, so I shake off the right cuff. By the time the cuff is off I am at the side of the road looking down into the shallow water running through the path below me. I was thinking that this jump was seriously going to hurt me but I did it any way and I threw myself off the side of the road into the shallow waters below.

As I land I notice that the path is not cement, and there are large amounts of mud below my feet which makes it hard to run. I recover from my fall and I take off down the waterway, as I begin to run I can see the officer off to my left side standing in front of a field full of what appears to be wheat. The officer is pulling out his weapon, and I try my best to run faster. I look at my feet as I attempt to make a get away and I notice that I am wearing black uniform type pants with a nice crease running down them, and they are muddy of course. The police officer is now firing his weapon in my direction, and I can see bullets hitting the water ahead of me as I run. Three or four kids come out of nowhere, and they are running behind me. I think that the officer will now have to stop firing his weapon because of the children, and he stops firing his gun. I then notice that the path I am on branches off, and I tell the children behind me to take the right path, and I decide to take the left path alone.

I venture a bit farther down the path and I notice a rather large city ahead of me. It appears to be very busy, so I think to myself that this is going to be a great place for me to slip away from the police. I climb up over a small cement wall and head for an alley way nearby, the alley is crowded and I notice an opening in the wall off to the left and I enter it. I now find myself in a sort of locker room scene with plenty of showers and people scattered about the entire room. I walk over to a bench, and I take a seat by a man that I apparently knew. I look over to the left and I notice a pair of swimming trunks, and a shirt folded up neatly sitting on the ground. No one near the clothing appears to be the owner, so I ask the man that was apparently my friend sitting next to me to go grab them for me. While my friend goes to grab the clothing, I look back to the right, directly at the entrance to the room I am now in because I was worried that the police were going to come in at any time. I see plenty of people walking by, but one white man with a black eye catches my interest I know him from the prison that I just escaped.

The man with the black eye walks right by the door, he then turns back around and walks into the room that I am currently sitting in. He looks rather happy to see me, and he comes right over to me and sits beside me. I shake hands with him, and then my friend comes over with the clothes so I introduce him to the man with the black eye and I explain to my friend that I know this man from prison. The two begin to talk, and I look down at the swimming trunks and shirt that my friend brought over to me. The swimming trunks are bright orange and they look as if they would be too small for me but I take off my muddy pants and put them on anyway. The trunks seem to fit, and I put on the shirt as well. I tell the man with the black eye that I just escaped prison, and he asks me what I was in for and at that point in time I did not know why I had been put in prison so I asked my friend sitting beside us why I had been taken to prison. My friend tells me that I had gotten caught stealing an Eminem CD from a store, and the man with the black eye laughs at me. The black eyed man then asks me what prison I was in and I tell him that I had no idea what the name was. I then look toward the door worried that the owner of the swimming trunks and shirt will come back looking for his clothes, and I see many people walk past the door but no one decides to come in.

I see a man that resembled an officer, so I asked my friend if he knew if the police were still chasing me. He casually says "No, they stopped chasing you and they said that they were going to get you next time, like they always do." I then notice that a women walks through the door to the locker room without a top on, and I think that this is quite odd. She then walks over to what seemed to be her husband and she seems as if she is quite angry with him as he is packing some clothes into a backpack. I then look to my right, and tell the man with the black eye, who I knew from prison, that I might need some help now that I have escaped. He tells me that him, and his mother, who he points to across the room, would be able to help me with whatever I need. I say alright, and I then tell him that I might need a gun sometime soon. He looks as if he is a bit worried by this, and he tells me that it wouldn't be a problem. He also lets me know that he usually hangs out around the locker room area.

I then awake from my dream.

non-lucid - Notes - lucid

27-09-11 Intentions: Chill out and meet up with Kaomea, perhaps find Mitzu and get her to explain how to do portals. Additionally I kept in mind to wake up and write down my dreams right after they occurred to see if my recall had gone completely, which proved a good strategy though I have to be careful due to quite the difficulties in falling back to sleep. An audio recorder has become a serious consideration to avoid light interference and shorten the time spent.

“Turning off the lights on the night of the dead is a serious matter”

I am in a house there is a kitchen and dining room adjacent to each other and there are loads of lights on. The lights are a combination of burning candles and electrical lighting. I am going around the house turning off these lights down stairs. Next to the dining room is a hallway that includes a flight of stairs going up. I know people are up there and I take a piece of candy and throw it out the door to get the attention from the people upstairs so I don't have to do all the work myself.

A big, hispanic looking and well trained guy named Jesus appears in this hallway. I briefly wonder if he has come from upstairs or the outside, though I think I decide on the former. While I start talking to Jesus, I get struck with terror. I never really figure out if he is involved in my emotional state or not.

I get sucked into a conversation that happens mentally. My interpretation of this conversation is a sheet of paper with blue pen written on it. As the conversation progress the the statements in each column, one for me and one for the other party change. I get the feeling I am speaking with two figures dressed in dark clothes and that they are either supernatural entities or involved in a cult worshipping such beings.

The gist of the conversation is that it is the night of the dead and the veil between the world of spirit and the world of physics is thinnest. They are trying to intimidate me by I think proclaiming that they will claim my niece on her 4th year of living (7-9-13). However I am not going to sit idly by and let this happen. I think I wake up.

Notes: When awake I get this sensation that I am not alone in the room, I am still stricken with terror, a bit like the nightmare I had a few nights ago. Though this time I go back to sleep with a defiant attitude and I reiterate my intentions, while still noting that on the nights where I intend to dreamwalk I get a similar terror affect.

“Traffic planning leads to defeating a god”

I am following people around in an environment similar to what I grew up in. I think I am following two people around who are taking me on a tour through their private roads while explaining that they are trying to comply with the government regulations for road safety, though they aren't happy about the government interference.

The lighting would indicate a summer afternoon with high bright sun and the foliage still carries clear green. As we are walking around these roads I notice that already some destination signs have been put up, so work has already been carried out.

We get to a point where there is a clearing in the plant life already and it looks like there is a wooden bench that has been cut out of a tree root. I proclaim that there is already a spot of a sign to be placed here, but the old man, now in the shape of my grandfather proclaims that he will fight to the death against having a sign placed here. The reason becomes apparent upon closer inspection of this bench, which isn't actually a bench, but rather a depiction of a Viking face. It is cut pretty flat so the perspective makes the face visible (strange somehow impossible in waking life I think).

My grandfather is then asked if he thinks the Norse people were peaceful settlers, but he explains that they are better contrived as nomads. The scenery starts shifting and now we are in what can best be described as a mixture of a locker room and museum at night. My grandfather is then asked where the blonde trace of the Norse people originated from. He explains it is a funny story and that it was in the 1800s with the “Ette” families.

There are people in dark robes in the room by now. I ask if the name Vestergaard has any relation to this Ette family, but my grandfather explains that it doesn't sound likely. Maybe the name is connected to the god Vejle. There is no current understanding of the meaning of the name Vejle or mine for that matter.

We then get captured by Vejle and she holds nothing back, she lets us know that she intends to kill us. She wounds by stabbing me somewhere in the upper part of my torso, but then a woman appears and distracts her, thereby saving me. Vejle kills her (I think). At this point I notice her dagger is of clear crystal and superior compared to my crude rock knife.

I charge her and figure out she is strong. The battle is an attempt from both sides to block the other's attack. She gets a stab into my pelvic area right above my crouch and it hurts and for a brief moment I think I have been defeated. But I invoke defiance and get a stab in her neck just above her protective chain mail she carries under her dark robe.

As she is dying I lean closer and look her deeply in the eyes and tell her (somehow knowing that it is now my right and duty to proclaim the meaning of my name) “God Slayer, the meaning of the name is God Slayer”.

The remaining “hoodies” pick up Vejle and drag her out while at the same time declaring that they will paint the walls with the name God Slayer, as if I have just beaten a chief in a duel and thereby claimed leadership over the people.

I bend over and clutch my wound.

I wake up.

Notes: Similar feeling to the first (and previous) nightmares, but with increased confidence in my ability to concur nightmares and whatever entities are trying to get me. “Ette” and “Vejle” is a rubbish word and a Danish town respectively.
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“You can't get on the plane!”

I am in an airport. My family, including my uncle, auntie and my cousins are going on a trip. It is a trip within Europe so technically we shouldn't need our passports. We are walking through to the security check through this long narrow hallway where there is plenty of evening sun coming through.

Michael and I have forgotten out passports and while my mother is having a fit, I try and take control of the situation by proclaiming that since it is a European flight our drivers licenses should be enough to get us on the plane (don't think this is actually true). Michael is the first to show his drivers license to the Norwegian (?) security guard, and he confirms that it would be possible to get on the plane if it wasn't for the fact that his drivers license had expired. He asks Michael to get back out of the airport.

My uncle Calle, Michael's dad, get cranky and asks rather sarcastic if the security guard is really going to tell Michael that he cannot get on board. His tone of voice indicates that he will be upset about this and that he might resort to violence if his son isn't allowed on the plane.

Calle goes behind the counter the security guards are standing by and starts facing us. In the meantime the guard he was getting into an argument with comes up behind him, grabs something from a drawer that I recognise to be pepper spray and starts spraying Calle in the neck. Calle at first doesn't reall sense it and then he slowly starts turning his head and gets a bit in his eyes.

He starts punching the security guard and after a while the guard asks his partner if he can bring him two rounds from the cupboard, declaring his intention of shooting Calle. Then it goes weird. All of a sudden the two security guards with Calle in the middle are assembling a big drill for a power tool and at this point I start clapping my fingers. I don't think my family has realised it yet, but I have figured that it is all a show for Michael because it is his birthday.

I walk along the counter and see my dad sitting by it like he would a bar. I look at him while clapping to see if he has figured it is all a play as well.
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“I have a freaking strange way of fertilising plants”

I am at a party, or something similar and I leave to run back home. I am running through the rain without wearing a shirt. I think this is intentional because I have some woman to impress. Although I am running sloooooooow and people are seeing it I am quite confident that it looks like I am in quite a powerful stride.

I don't get all the way back home and all of a sudden I have this plant that is supposed to get planted in April. I walk into a house that I think is my own but after a while I see that it is not. I turn around to leave while saying “Sorry my mistake, wrong house” and try and walk out. The house I now notice is blue and yellow pallets on the walls with wooden bar chairs set along a counter. I briefly wonder how the place looks like a café or bar, when last I was in the area it was a residential house.

Aaaanyways I start walking out the house and I now seem completely entagled in the tree or plant I am supposed to plant in April. This tree is so big that I get stuck in the door and can't get out. I am not afraid, but slightly embarrassed at the situation as I have clearly gone about my mission of getting out of the door in completely the wrong way.

The owner of the house, a woman comes out and starts helping me out. As well as helping me out the door she also provides some useful tips for when I will plant the tree. I am not sure why I start rummaging about in the dirt around the roots of the plants, maybe to get out of the entanglement I don't know. However what does come from this is that I notice there is a lot of worms in the dirt and as I dig my hands in I can feel them moving about in my hands. These worms are fertilizers I intrinsically know, so I decide to grab a handful and eat them in order to fertilize my plants (WTF!?!?). It is a really unpleasant feeling in my mouth and then I question if I can even incorporate this way of fertilisation into my lifestyle (I am an ethical/principal vegetarian).

skip.

Back in the bar/café from before and I notice the woman is having a shot. I think it is Jaegermeister dropped into a glass of hot water. My dad orders 4 and gives me one along with Lars Digter, and some else.
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“Short WILD – Swimming Pool and find Minka!”

I am lying in my bed just after the dream above. I notice the lights behind my eyelids get brighter and brighter and eventually pictures start appearing. The pictures are strange they are of chairs on a balcony, but the balcony is upside down.

My vision zooms up so I can see some details of the chairs. They are white and look like cheap dining chairs, the texture seems somewhat rough. Along these chairs are white plastic recliners as well.

Skip.

I wake up in the darkness by a pool. My sister is talking about how she has gone swimming with my niece, momma baby style. I tell her that it is all well and good, but that this is a dream. Then my sister reassures me that of course she would do it in dreams but also in real life, which basically just serves to confuse me and I can't really understand the implications of the sentence.

I am somewhat confused I see the white recliners and I am positive that I was just falling asleep, but I end up jumping into the pool and really feeling the water. I then climb back out of the pool and decide to check my hand. it looks fairly normal at first, then maybe an extra finger, wait am I sure there was an extra finger, make you little finger shorten Dennis! Cool beans, finger is getting shorter, defo dreaming!

What was it I wanted to do, oh right find Minka (50% correct, I was supposed to find someone, but it was Kaomea). I walk out on the water because I can and take off into flight up to a roof top window. I think I might be talking to my sister about dream control or something.

I start climbing out through the window, but bonk my head against the glass. I take a breath, slow down and focus and try again. This time I am able to go through the glass and it feels like I am climbing through cling film.

I take off into flight again when I am on the roof. I shout “Engage Awareness!” and I take particular notice of the fact that there are plenty of stars out and the trees are swaying heavily with wind. I notice that I am completely wet from being in the pool and the wind is going to chill me, but I also think luckily I can just alter that so it isn't a problem.

As I am flying through the wind I become nervous about the wind grabbing me and slamming me to the ground or into a tree. The dream fades.

Notes: I think the lack of time spent stabilising the dream and the fear evoked about slamming into a tree is what ended it. It was only a brief thought as well, almost the same instant I thought it I also thought, fuck it, only a dream.

Dream:

I was running down my street toward the airport. I noticed that I seemed light as a feather. My feet barely touched the ground as I ran and ran. I knew that I could run for miles and not get tired. I wasn't even having to breathe hard.

I looked down at my feet. I was wearing my Vibrams. Of course. It was the shoes. I knew there was a reason I loved these shoes so much.

Running. A chase. Hiding under the spiral stairs in a mall. A school dormitory. A hallway like that in elementary school. A colored caretaker. She doesn't mind even if I'm running from the law. At first, the room is shared. Then I was shown a wide room and bed for me alone.

I was in our dormitory in Libertad. A roommate.

NOTE: Suddenly opened my eyes in real life. Shocked at the sudden, no-transition awakening.

Had this one a while ago but didn't bother to record it.

So my friends (Britt and Laura) and I were at Laura's house in her basement. Actually it wasn't her basement, because it looked completely different and had windows, but for whatever reason I felt like that's where we were. Anyways, we were partying it up and dancing around. There was music and a bunch of balloons and some food. After a while we all got bored. I suggested we go to my house so I could pick up this board game. My friends hate board games, but I convinced them this one was super fun, so we hopped in Laura's Tahoe and drove to my house. Instead of going where I actually lived at the time of the dream, we headed towards my old house on a dead end street. Laura was driving and Britt and I were in the back; she was on the right and I was on the left. A couple of times Laura teleported to the middle back, and the car drove itself. When we got near the intersection of 76th and Morgan, I pointed out to Laura there was construction ahead. She climbed back to the front of the car and slowed down, because the construction zone hadn't been taped off or anything, it was just a bunch of potholes and equipment and stuff lying around the road. There was one guy standing there directing traffic (we were the only ones though), and he had us drive on the other side until we got to the lights. (Side note: in my dream it's evening now, so it's sort of dark but the street lights aren't on yet.) When we got to the traffic lights (still on the wrong side of the road) Laura stopped and said she'd just drop me off here. I didn't understand why because I still had to go like 14 blocks West and a few more blocks North, but I didn't complain since it wasn't a big deal. I said I'd be right back with the game, got out of the car, and crossed the street. I saw Laura drive into the used car lot on the corner and park before I started running to my house. I ran a few blocks up Morgan when I looked down at my feet and noticed I suddenly had some funky chicken-looking boots on. They were neon-pink and went up to my knees, and the ends looked like chicken feet (which means in order for anyone to really fit in these, half of their feet would be chopped off). I wondered why I was wearing them, but then realized I was running faster than I normally would be able to without them, so I just kept them on. After a while longer I heard footsteps behind me. I looked back (still running) and saw a girl jogging behind me. She was blonde with a pony tail, and had a sports bra and shorts on. She was also wearing tennis shoes that were the same color as my chicken boot things. And she had a creepy ass smile on her face. I wasn't sure whether I should be scared or not, but it didn't seem like she was following me at all. Still, I decided to pick up the pace. When I got to 84th and Morgan I turned right, and when I looked back the jogging girl was gone. I continued on into the little suburb area where my old house was, and I started to get really nervous. For whatever reason I felt like I shouldn't be going back to my house, because my parents might still be there and I'd wake them up (but in real life they've been out of that house for like a year). (Another side note: it felt like I was 'hiding' from them or something.) When I got to my house it was night time. The whole thing was dark and empty looking (as it should be). I opened the door without any keys and went into my old bedroom in a hurry. Oddly enough, my bedroom was untouched. Everything was as it was before I moved out. On my bed was the board game I was supposed to get. I sat down on my bed and opened up the lid of the game, and got sucked into it.

When I 'woke up' in the board game, I was in this really big castle-ish room. (I say castle-ish because it had stone walls and floors, churchy windows, and candle lamps.) It was dark except for the light coming from the candles. Around me were ceiling high mounds of crap, like a hoarder lived in the room. I wandered around through the maze of junk until I ran into an old man. He was holding something, but I don't remember what. Also he said something to me that I don't remember. I followed the old man until we came to a clearing in the junk. There were like five random kids my age gathered around a campfire. They looked like they were from an 80's tv show. When we got there, the kids started gathering around us. The old guy pulled out some weird bracelet thingy and put it on me. He told me something was going to happen, and if I lived I would get my board game. (At this point I started to wonder why I would go through all this effort to get the game... and why I was getting the game from IN the game... but I didn't feel panicky or anything because I knew I had done this before.) This really loud windy-noise came from somewhere, and things around me started to get blue and blurry as the noise got louder. All the people around me sort of fell down; I think they died. I looked down at the bracelet on my arm, and saw that it was now IN my arm, under my skin. As the noise continued to get louder, and the background turned completely blue/purpley and whooshy, the bracelet started to grow. It really hurt, but the old man's voice came from somewhere and told me if I made it through without my arm exploding I would get the board game. Unfortunately I woke up before I found out if I made it.

I'm in Germany at a friends who's trowing a party.
There's a few people there I know, plus a girl I've just met.
Her first question after being introduced is: "Do you believe in god?"
This annoys me. If this is the first thing she wants to know about me, it has obviously got to be very important to her.
I reply with: "Which one?" thinking that she'll get the message and not talk to me for the rest of the evening, or at least drop the religious talk.

I don't mind religious people at all, as long as they aren't annoying about it, and I have a very strong feeling that this woman is exactly that kind of person.
To make things worse, she doesn't get it.

"What do you mean? Our lord an savior Christ of course! Don't tell me you're one of those atheists..."
"Yes, I am an atheist. But I could simply believe in another religion as well, you shouldn't generalize the term god like that. There's other beliefs out there you know."
"Yes, but they are all false, and you are a bad person for not honoring our lord."

You've got to be kidding me...
I roll my eyes and walk away.
There's no point in arguing with such people, I consider them borderline delusional.
I grab some food from a buffet when I notice the girl followed me.

"If you ask nicely I can teach you the way of Christ and save your soul you know... you can be forgiven!"
"Listen girl, what you're saying is terribly offensive. Being religious does not make you a better person than I am."
"I uphold moral values the same way you do and I need no religious teachings to tell me how to do so."
"You should leave me alone."

But she doesn't... instead she tells me that I'm going to hell.
I contemplate explaining the difference between beliefs and facts to her, and how what she's saying is being offensive but I quickly decide against it.
I've met people like her very rarely, but this is extreme.
I look at the balcony and think: If only I could just fly away. This party sucks!
If this was a dream I could just jump and begone.

I feel the urge to try to levitate...
I look at the girl who's now staring at me, looking genuinely sorry for myself.
This makes me angry, I could slap her in the face.
She seems to have no free will, just an empty shell... like a DC...

Hmm... I look around.
Nothing's off, everything seems perfectly fine... still... is this a dream?
I try to retrace my steps... how did I get here?
I have no idea... I must be dreaming!

I approach the balcony with the girl pursuing me.
Just before reaching the balcony I try to RC, but as my hand approaches my nose I finally know that I am dreaming, even though I haven't performed the RC yet.
So I just jump off the balcony and fly away.

It is nighttime, but I can see somewhat clearly.
I fly over a forest, enjoying the nice and fresh air, and not being annoyed by that girl anymore.
Flying... it really never gets old, it's such an amazing experience.
But I feel like doing something different.
I feel like running. Running as a wolf! Just as I did in Dancing with the wolves, Dragon at Stonehenge - Dream Journals - Lucid Dreaming - Dream Views

I approach the ground and shift into a big white wolf mid flight and enter the forest fully transformed.
As I run though the forest I quickly notice that it's not the same as last time.
Last time was a magical experience, but this time it is not.
It doesn't feel surreal at all, and the forest appears normal and boring... not to mention it is rather dark which is bad.

Maybe last time I wasn't on earth? Maybe it was because I was with Olivia?
I keep running faster and faster, trying to remember what it was like last time and hopefully teleport into the same scene.
As I reach higher speeds my fur starts to sparkle and my vision becomes distorted.

My vision normalizes and I'm certain that I've teleported back to the location I was in last time.
It feels magical yet again. The forest is beautiful and oddly bright even though it's the middle of the night.
The sensation of the air brushing through my fur is absolutely amazing.
I wonder if I'll be able to meet Olivia or whoever she was yet again.
I attempt to relocate the hill we were on last time and find it after about a minute.

But she is not here.


I howl into the night hoping that she'll hear me and come visit me...

Date: 05-21-11
Length: 3 Minutes
Vividness: 6/10

I was walking along a snow covered path with the Mexican guy with long hair from my P.E. class. He was talking about how he had a group of people sitting at a table, and he saw one of them do a reality check. He said that he walked over to him and asked him if he was dreaming. He told me that the guy said he gets angry whenever he does a reality check.
At this point, the guy I'm walking with begins to run towards a little shack not too far away. I start running as well.
"He gets angry?" I asked.
And he kind of laughs and says yes. The guy in my P.E. class walks into the shack and grabs some tissues. He brings it to his face and says, "I love it when the bogies run down my face".
This weirds me out a little, but I make nothing of it. We walk out the other side of the shack and walk around a corner where a bunch of Mexican girls are standing. They looked at me kind of weird, as though I don't belong, and then I woke up.

-frenchblablabla

06.08.2011

Shapeshifting Into Optimus Prime & An F22 Raptor. (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I slept inside a sleeping bag on top of a (deflated) air matress in the back of a truck, with a tarp over the top to keep rain out. Not comfortable at all, for those who know how truckbeds are grooved. Also was sharing the space with my dad, so there wasn't much room at all. This was incredibly painful every time I woke up at night as the mattress had leaked air and I felt the hard bed, but couldn't move or else wake him up. It was about 45 degrees overnight and very humid.


Maybe this is why I was so aware and everything was so vivid.

I was on a walkway made of cobblestone, with an outdoor walkway covering over it. To the right was a huge grass field as far as the eye could see -- covered in dew, bright green, and all the same size -- the legnth of mowed grass, but came to a point instead of obvious flat cuts. To the left were some two and three-story tall buildings, laid out like a school (jagged, blocky) but the building in the middle was a blue-grooved-alluminum-made warehouse three stories high with four windows at the top. There was a thick fog which made it nice and cool, very humid, and low visibility.

I was wearing black jeans and a turqoise plaid outer longsleeve shirt with a gray t-shirt under it. I had charcoal/white/turqoise Nike 6.0 shoes.

I unbuttoned my shirt and started running, holding the shirt by the buttons and spreading it out, as if flashing somebody. I ran faster and faster until finally I jumped and the wind caught the flaps of my jacket. I immediately gained altitude quickly and was about 70 feet up before I turned around and kept flying.

Dream skips

Now I was lucid. There was no sudden realization or feeling of excitement. It was like most of my lucids... it just happens. I was back at the same walkway with a friend I'll refer to as "Summer."

While I was lucid, I was unaware that the characters were not real people. One of the many different 'layers' of lucidity.

General Weaver and Tom & Hal Mason from Falling Skies were there on this walkway. They were discussing the alien base a few miles ahead.

We walked down this walkway and into the blue warehouse. On our way Weaver said "be careful, there's aliens out there." We went to the top floor and there was a locker room. Another person, whom I'll refer to as "Danielle" was there.

To every Danielle I know, you're all blonde, but this is not you. Lol.

She is about 115 pounds, 5'9 or 5'10, and has long blonde hair. She popped out from inside a locker behind some jackets, totally nude.


I looked to the right and Summer was totally nude as well. And so was I.

We knew it was a total maze to get to the third floor so we weren't too worried. We locked the door just in case, to give us enough time to put clothes on or hide.

I opened up the Garry's Mod Spawn Menu in my HUD (err... immediate vision) and spawned two elongated blast doors.







I pulled out my physgun and placed the doors across the windows to block the view and froze them in place.





EDIT: removed

Spoiler for Bigger Lulz' and more vulgar descriptions.. you've been warned.:

This cornucopia erupts tartar sauce and butter, nearly blinding me with the sting of vinegar and buffalo sauce. My fruit bat opens it mouth up wide in some sort of bizarre sex face and the lazers start to glow red out the ears and mouth before the head explodes.

In about twenty seconds this all happens and we go at it once again instantly.
After about twenty more seconds the same happens, except Ozzy Osbourne eats the head off this bat instead of it exploding.

[/spoiler]
Well, that was interesting.

Dream skips

I am in clothing again, still the same clothes. I fly down into the walkway and see a girl and her mother. I answered some sort of question the girl asked and the mother seemed happy I did.

"Mommy he can fly!" she said.

"Yeah that's nice honey. Come on now."


I started running toward the other end of the walkway. She looked, just to itch that curiousity of disbelief to see if I could actually do it. I started running fast and faster pulling my outer shirt open again. I jumped and WHOOSH. Wind caught my shirt and I flew up and forward. I turned around and the mother was incredibly impressed and smiling. I had a little trouble controlling it as it was directed by wind (only for schemata purposes) and for a couple seconds I was randomly moving due to random wind. I quickly fixed this issue.

I flew back down and landed upside on a walkway covering support pole just before she turned a corner. Just like Spider-Man does when he goes to kiss Mary-Jane.







She freaked out.
"NO DON'T KISS ME YOU FUCKIN' PERV!"
"No don't worry ma'am I won't!"
"GET AWAY!"

I climbed down and started running once more to takeoff... and started flying again. I flew up about 100 feet this time. It was incredibly humid and I flew at speeds of around 90mph. It was a perefect 65 degrees or so with humidity and wind when I flew as I was wearing two shirts and pants and shoes.

I hovered upright then went up a bit and looked out into the field. "WOW, IT'S SO VIVID!" I thought. "THIS IS ABSOLUTELY AMAZING. WHAT A WONDERFUL DREAM."
*caps lock necessary

With all the intense excitement I never woke up. The dream never even faded, and I never even thought about it happening. The clarity just got better and better. I could see the dew on the grass from 100 feet up and all the blades with intense color without my glasses. The fog was still heavy but it made for great environment. I flew around, enjoying myself for a bit.






Not the same environment, but that's literally how I was flying -- although I had my shirt flipped out in my hands when I moved forward at great speeds. With hovering I just let it sit on me normally.

Dream skips

I am just off the end of my "runway" looking toward it. I shapeshift into Optimus Prime (that's right, bitches!)






You have absolutely NO idea how weird/epic it is when your body creates a nervous system for this 20-foot-tall (in the dream) mechanical transformers body made of metals and electricity and gears.

A radio signal came in through my new mech body.
"zchzchchzchzcchhhh.... Optimus... the evil boss is planning to attack."


"Autobots... Transform!" I said. I even had the Optimus voice.

I didn't turn into a semi-truck, and the autobots didn't necessarily fit either. I hovered up into the air then transformed into an F22 raptor, as did all my little autobots.







We flew over at incredibly fast speeds forward -- as if I took off from my "runway" and never turned. It was foggy, and we flew above it. I originally had a cockpit view, but I got rid of the cockpit and had just the HUD -- elevation, wingspan, reticle, etc.






Not the same environment, but like this.

We reached a huge asian looking base on a floating island and a ton of aircraft came out. The next ten minutes was epic dogfights with my new mechanical F22 Raptor nervous system (movement and senses.)

I'm really liking this shapeshifting thing. And flying. And not even for animal forms... but mechanical.



Musical Entry to come on this dream soon... It's dubstep, in Optimus Prime form!

03.08.2011

Invading The Alien Structure (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was in the same hallway from my previous dream -- except this time I knew it was inside the skitter structure. (These are the big buildings over cities from Falling Skies.)







I turned around the corner and was with Hal & Tom Mason. (Drew Roy and Noah Wyle)











We all had G36C guns with iron sights. We ran down an empty hallway only to hear a skitter.

It was shot in the head once and killed. Around the corner was a garry's mod general prop -- triangular prism this time. Some knights on horses came running down the hallway and Hal curled into a ball to fit inside this prop -- as it was no-collided (visible but passable, like jumping inside a pool of paint.)

They left and he continued forward -- as did I. THey came back and I jumped into this prop. They were on white horses and reared them directly over the prop. However, they never came crashing down on me, and instead turned and ran off. I got out and saw no sign of them.

Dream fades.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was in an airport with my mom and a man, probably my mom's old boyfriend, JT. The airport was large, with huge, tall corridors, and it seemed pretty empty. We were trying to get my mom to one flight and me to another flight. J and possibly my mom (or I?) were dragging along one of those pull-type suitcases on wheels.

We went through one corridor with a tall, wide window wall. Off to the left, at the far end of that corridor, was a smaller hallway that was apparently an actual terminal. We then went through another large area that somehow reminded me of a mall, even though I can't remember any stores being there.

We then got to an area that looked like a back area somehow. It was huge, multi-leveled, with an escalator going down to a lower level, and it had polished, beige, marble walls. I felt like we had to be close to where my mom's flight was taking off. It seemed like a relief to me. I knew that once I had gotten my mom onto her flight, I could get onto mine.

But now my mom left me and J. She walked to the far end of the area and up to something that looked like a customer service or returns counter in a department store. She told us to wait a second, that she had to take care of something.

I knew that my mom was going to take forever doing what she was doing. So I just left her and J. I ran away from them, looking over my shoulder and waving as I told them that I wished I could wait for them, but that my flight was leaving.

I ran through the area with the glass wall and the smaller hallway. I had a feeling my specific gate was far away from here. I wasn't actually quite sure where it was. I looked at the clock on my phone. It gave some time around 4 PM. I thought that was fine. I didn't need to catch my flight until 4:30.

But then I thought it over. I was really far away from my gate, I didn't know where my gate was, and I was already within half an hour of my departure time. That's when you start getting cut out of your flight! I looked at my watch twice more. First it said 4:08, then it said 4:13. I realized that I was in trouble, even if I found my gate right now.

I took my phone down from my face. I was now actually running outside. The airport was like a mall, or more like an agglomeration of big-box stores. There were different airlines indicated outside of different buildings. Some airlines had their own buildings.

I was up on some kind of asphalt slope, looking down to the buildings. I ran around the corner of the airport and then for a certain distance more. I then looked at the building closest to me. It had signs for a number of different airlines. But I was looking for Continental.

I knew that if I had gotten to this building, I had gone way past the building with Continental in it. I even looked down at a ticket or card I held, which was red and said "Continental Airlines" on it in blue lettering.

I turned around and began running again. I was pretty sure that there was absolutely no chance that I could catch this flight. But I figured that I might as well keep trying. I looked up at the sky, which was a kind of gentle blue, tinged with a pale, golden yellow. I may have seen a bird or an airplane flying through the sky.