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Some of these were lucid, Or semi-lucid.

I was in a graveyard, Observing what crimes some corpses committed. I then knocked on the door of an observatory in the graveyard next to the corpse of a woman that had been buried for at least 214 years (I say that because she died in the 1700s) and a person smaller in height than I am (A midget/dwarf/whatever you want to call a person who is of such a height) opened it and talked to me. There was not enough room for me to fit in the observatory. Soon after that he had me repeating things after him to make me sound stupid or so he thought; People were then coming by and observing what I was doing, Which was saying "Ha Ha." One person was a woman wearing glasses, And at this point I was on top of a tarp that fell down from an elevated position while I was laying on it. I also saw doors and it looked like I was on the inside of a department-store building.

Some time after that I may have woken up and fallen back asleep and gone back to dreaming in the same general place. I then saw a woman who I think was ten or twelve feet tall and someone said to me a thing like "Do not think of dating her," To which I commented something like "She's too tall" (For me, I mean.) I then (Or was this earlier before I saw the twelve-foot tall girl?) met a red-haired girl who I saw when I was eight years old. I asked her a few things and learned her name which I'm sure is in my memory somewhere. When I saw her while awake, She had long hair and was nine years old (She said so when asked when I saw her, Though I didn't ask her or even talk to her on that day.) And I talked to her in the dream and asked her questions to see if she is the girl I saw on that day, All of the questions worked out too (Meaning I found that Yes, She is who I think she is) but then I woke up.

I went back to sleep and "Woke Up" In the dream close to the same place I left off at. I then kept searching for this red-haired girl I had met in the dream, With a blond-haired girl who occasionally wore glasses. I once said to this girl something like "Do you realize I am lucid dreaming?" and she said "Yes."

Later I recall being in some sort of a flea market and I went up to a very beat-up (It looked as if it had been crumpled and un-crumpled or was in an accident) and grey (If it was painted at all) truck next to a man and I looked in the truck's back seat.

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I do think I was semi-lucid as I didn't try to manifest any magical powers, The dream did just go on without me changing much. And, Yes I would like to meet this girl in waking life.

Before I start off, when do y'all record your dreams? When I wake up I don't want to turn on the light and start writing things down. How can I become better at this without ruining my sleep?

In bed from 9:42pm-5:59am
Drank apple juice and meditated a little the night before

Dream one:
(Fragment, non-lucid)
Was with an old friend playing games together
We were eating pizza
His old man was there
Throat felt really thirsty/salty/burning
end: Woke up a little before three and had to get some water

This probably comes from the guilt I have from not speaking to this friend in a few years, for no real reason.

Dream two:
(Semi-fragmented? semi-lucid?). Could feel that I had some control over the environment, but I wasn't fully lucid; I didn't know I was dreaming.

In an aunts house
Feels (from the inside) like a house from japan.
uncle not home.
black man ready to leave the house (What?)
tell him he still has a chance, aunt was once engaged to a black man.(What?)
he leaves
house is leaking rain water
forget house is leaking
go outside?, don't remember what it looked like.
find cement tunnels running under the city
Explore tunnels, feels like something the yakuza would use.
scared
find openings into houses (smuggle children?)
find opening into aunts house, she didn't know about yakuza hatch
get lost in maze of tunnels
end: woke around 5:30-40

have no clue where this came from

So a few nights ago i sort if had a lucid dream... sort of. I reality checked and discovered i was dreaming but the dream was not vivid and it felt as if i were dreaming about becoming lucid. and before you say I was having a layer 0 lucid dream I can assure you that i wasn't because I was fully aware that I was dreaming and I had partial control over the dream but it was so unvivid and i had very little recall upon waking up.

So yeh after falling asleep I had a dream I was in Stone Harbor and/or in a movie.

Dream - Stone Harbor in Winter, and Overpriced Pizza
I really hate these Stone Harbor dreams sometimes because Stone Harbor is where we vacation every year and I love love LOVE that place, and generally the dream starts out the day we're leaving. This time was no exception, with the implication being that we'd been there for two weeks, and now it was Sunday and we were leaving (I even checked the day on my computer, whoa that's kinda trippy) and were starting to get packed up. I told Ben that we hadn't even done anything this time, not for the whole two weeks: we hadn't gone to the beach, or into town, and now we were leaving? It would be an entire year before we came back here again! At this point Ben corrected me, saying that HE had gone into town and to the beach, or perhaps implying that I had done those things and just didn't remember. I found this incredibly unfair.

There was another bit focusing more on Jess, where she'd been part of a movie or something. That may have been before the Stone Harbor bit, but it still tied in, with us watching her movie at some point. She was a relatively minor character, I think.

There also may have been some tie-in between the movie and our "real life" in Stone Harbor but I don't quiiiiite recall. Like, maybe some of the characters were wandering around the apartment for a little while, being dramatic. But I'm not sure.

Anyway then Jess and I decided to go into town that night, on rollerblades. On ice. For no reason. Which was pretty fun. I somehow managed to master skating uphill in roller blades over ice while near the water (which I recall being ... somehow very striking). However, the risk of falling in made me a bit uncomfortable, so we decided to move a street over and head back down.

On this street there was a more lively feel, as though it were daylight, perhaps, although it probably wasn't. It was still pretty icy and I had to be careful, but although we were going downhill it didn't FEEL like it was going downhill. Also, where the street would normally be, right at the edge of the sidewalk with no railing, was a deep channel with ice at the bottom, where various ice skaters were happily skating. Close by, a bridge connected the two adjacent sidewalks. Jess was, at first, unconvinced that such a large safety hazard would be allowed to exist like that, but when she neared the edge she realized that not only was the sidewalk around there icy, yes, there were no safety precautions at all.

At this point I got hungry! And I'm pretty sure this is a first in my dreams. It led me to decide to wander into a nearby pizza store that sort of doubled as a fairy tale store place. A strong fairy tale theme, where one would normally expect a beach theme. It was run by a young lady and her macho male assistant, who was a pretty cool guy I suppose. In waking life he probably would've been considered borderline insane.

So yeah I went in there and decided to order a slice of pizza. She said if I had a slice of pizza from another place, I could take advantage of her "two for $6" bargain, or something like that, and get a slice of her pizza for $3. I did not have a slice of pizza from another place but nevertheless I somehow managed to give that impression up until the point at which I was actually ordering, which took like 10 minutes, because of reasons.

I believe I made comfortable small talk for a little bit (which is unusual in dreams, probably because it's unusual IWL, except when I've had caffeine, which I did yesterday, and which I noticed allowed me to be a bit more comfortable in social settings so maybe that's whyyyyyy~), asking her what it was like to run a shop (because I was genuinely curious, which is great because in previous dreams my reactions hadn't been feeling self-motivated and it's great to be back in the swing of things). I tried to ask what she did during the off-seasons when nobody was at Stone Harbor, but what I accidentally said instead was "What do you do on nights and weekends?" and she responded with an uncomfortable silence. I only realized my slip when I woke up, and now I realize it looked like I was going to ask her out or something. And I didn't realize that until I woke up and had a slightly different perspective. THIS WHOLE PARAGRAPH HAS BEEN VERY STRANGE AND INTERESTING TO ME. AHHHH.

Anyway, then while she was getting the pizza ready I had to wait like ten minutes, or I don't know there was something about how I had to be read a fairy tale by her assistant. So he gets a book that's really just a bunch of sheets of paper with illustrations and writing on 'em, and starts to sing/read me this long poem/fairy tale. I can't remember the specifics at all, but it was really interesting because we were sitting on the floor, him singing with an absolutely astonishing amount of emotion in his voice, just absolutely belting it out and somehow managing to be very sad at the same time ... and me moving the pages out of the way as he read them, and laying them on the floor in a pile. I must've been semi-lucid, because while he was singing I noticed that I felt totally comfortable, whereas IWL, when somebody fakes strong displays of emotions near me, I automatically feel awkward and uncomfortable. Same when people are singing, though that's been improving lately. And I think the thought had occurred to me earlier as well, while Jess was acting. So I was certain it was a dream and not waking life, since I was directly comparing the two, but that was the extent of my interest at the time (as opposed to wandering out and trying dream powers). I think dream powers just weren't a focus for the moment. Maybe I was too sad about leaving Stone Harbor, and too immersed in what was happening.

Anyway he sang the whole stinking thing, and I listened, and then one of us helped the other up (I was wearing rollerblades so getting up was a problem) and I went to get my pizza. Or something. I think there was a brief bit where he'd picked me up and I was trying to make sure I didn't rollerblade his feet as he was setting me down.

Anyway then I finally told her that I didn't have an outside slice of pizza and she produced a second piece like it wasn't even a problem, and said something about it being 2 for $6. At this point I took a look at the slices of pizza and realized that she'd cut off about half of each of them with a semi-diagonal cut. All in all, I thought it was an absolutely terrible price, and as I was starting to move my pizza slices towards the cashier to pay for them (for some reason she'd given them to me at a different counter than the one with the register), I tried to remember what the pizza back home was like (I wasn't semi-lucid anymore, so instead of comparing her dream pizza shop to one IWL, I was actually comparing her Stone Harbor pizza shop to one back home), semi-successfully managing to remember that in my (IWL current) home county, a small pizza from Little Caesar's is about $8 (home IWL happening to equal the home in the dream, but not because I was semi-lucid). But Little Caesar's couldn't compare to this pizza. I said about as much, making a sort of awkward hushed comment about how the pizza at home was cheaper, but then stating that this pizza was of a far superior quality, so it worked out (which is a lie, because at my college campus I can get a slice of pizza about as big as her two slices, and just as delicious, for $2 and now I'm really hungry, frick).

I was about to dig through my (IWL) Mega Man 10 bag for a good $9 (apparently the price had jumped thanks to my mental number-juggling), but I woke up soon after, I think. Which sucked because I was really looking forward to that pizza, yo.

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Btw I think I prefer not being in a lucid dreaming competition right now. Like, I just took an hour or so to write out that dream, I think, and were I in the competition right now it would've been worth one point. Goodness.

In other news I'm going to differentiate between what "low-level lucidity" and being "semi-lucid" mean to me. I'll consider myself semi-lucid when I can compare the dream and waking life to some degree, while not viewing the dream as something to be manipulated or changed. I'll consider it low-level lucidity when I'm thinking about how to trick the dream and use dream powers, but am not necessarily aware of the fact that I have a separate life outside the dream. YUP. I hope I made that clear because otherwise it will give me a headache :U

"Sometimes you look at the aftermath of a horrible event with a feeling of pride"

Had a semi lucid dream today. I had no real idea that I was dreaming other than the fact the l that the dream was a previous nightmare so I was walking through it remembering the fun times I had.


I don't know if I actually had this dream or not before but I do know that the monster chasing me was a T.Rex and I spawned a T.Rex yesterday.

The dream was a town that was pretty safe at the real time, but I kept having flashbacks to when I was being chased by the dinosaur. It was a mix off nostalgia, fear, and cheerfulness as I remembered each impossible thing I had to do to escape the dinosaur.

One of those tasks to escape the dinosaur was to run up a destroyed 3 story building and hide behind the small walls that remained while the dinosaur was just outside the building.

At the end of the dream I was in a line with a child missing his parents and I told him that his parents where still at their cousins house. I then imagined his parents killed by a group of adults and their corpses burnt so I believe that in the dream I was lying.

Journal Entry Lucid#3 /Semi-Lucid Dream,Lucid, Semi-Lucid, non-dream (Comments)
Background: I slept earlier again. I have been sleeping earlier for some reason. I prepared this time and meditated 30 minutes before I normally get sleepy. I still got sleepy while meditating, but the difference was I didn't lose consciousnesses of it. I realized I was falling asleep and I would immediately get back into posture.

Dream fragment 1, from 7:50pm-12:42am"": I had a dream about my neighbors for some reason. I don't remember the details that much, but I remember my fence was either torn or I was flying over it.

I got up and played some video games. I was just trying to be happy since I have been sad for a couple of days. I watched something. After a while close to 4:10am. I was getting sleepy. I closed my eyes for a while. I started seeing all these images (people, things, random things)and sounds playing in my mind. I started to remind myself that these are just the construction of my mind and that I should not be convinced by them. I was sitting next to my bed legs crossed with my eyes closed. The images started to be more detailed and consistent. I was getting too involved with the images and I started talking to my sister and I realized that I was still in my room siting down. I got up right away. My heart was pounding. I then said a phrase to remind myself that I will be dreaming soon. I then went to sleep on my side.

Dream fragment 2, from 4:30am-6:07am"": I was at the parking lot of my school. I think I realized I was dreaming. The dream scene changed. I woke up. I started talking to someone about life and I said that life is a dream we can experience together, and that I believe I was in life's dream. I saw my cousin, sister and a random women. I told them that this is a dream and if we want to have lucid dream we have to hold hands and meditate on life's dream (or life's illusion). My sister and cousin left because they thought it was stupid. The random girl stayed. I don't know her, but for some reason I cared about her. I was on the floor looking at the details of my bed. She was standing right in front of me. This was when I payed attention to her. I looked at her, she was black and she was wearing just a bra and underwear. She asked me why I want to have a LD with her. I told her when you are lucid you are so much more smarter. Her and as a general statement.

Dream fragment 3 from 4:30am-6:07am"": I was spectating a life of a newbie "gangster" lol. He was being taught how to snatch people's hat on the road. We were now on the free way. I saw him drive past a parked car then he came back around and drove backwards and stole his hat. The guy was completely clueless.


Dream fragment 4, from 4:30am-6:07am"": I was walking with this guy. I suspect he was the first guy I told about "life's dream". We were going past this market place. These people were informing people on what gives diarrhea. They wanted us to buy their product so they kept hassling us. We politely declined. They brought these impersonators. They acted like they were ninjas. They hit the stranger I was with. At first he didn't bother do anything but ignore them. He got mad and did some weird move and took out the guy, put him to sleep, and he kicked the girl as a warning. He was supposed to be Bruce Lee's son.


Dream fragment 5, from 4:30am-6:07am"": I was now semi-lucid and I was being trained in the dream, flying skills. I was told to fly around a river or a lake, but the color of the water looked like tropical water, light baby blue. It was a beautiful scenery. The mountains rose up high, the fresh air hits the skin, the trees, and the sound of the water. It was a harmonious place. I tried going up at first it felt more like a 0-gravity. I never felt it but I was barely flying. I was spinning around while trying to go a couple of feet. I started to use my will to control myself, I think the body of water also influenced me. I can't swim for a long period of time, but it was pure willpower. I aligned my body first. After it was straight I felt like I could fly normal. I didn't fly like the superman. I had my hands backwards, unlike superman. I flew around with ease and it felt natural. Of course this is not my first time flying in a lucid dream, but this time I did it with ease.


Dream fragment 6, from 4:30am-6:07am"": The dream changed. I was less aware of myself, but I was still a little aware and I felt like I could do anything I wanted. Me and a couple of people were on a mountain around Chile. I saw this military truck passing by on the mountain. It had bio-hazard mark on it. I thought it would be cool to try and use telekinesis. I looked at the truck and lifted my hand. I aimed my right arm pointing at the truck with my hands( like iron man). I clenched my fist and the truck exploded. It was decently far away, but I saw this nuke go off. It was a small nuke but I could see the shock wave coming towards us. The mushroom cloud was rising up high and spreading through the air. Since the truck was at a lower level elevation and far away the cloud was rising up to us. The shock wave was still coming for us. Once it hit, we were on the ground. None of us died. I said sorry to the crowd. They said it was nothing. The mushroom cloud disappeared. We started smelling this rubber burning smell mixed with something else. It was horrible. It was making it harder to breath. We tried to run away but we were coughing like crazy. We glitched on the map we couldn't pass a certain boundary. I told my self just like a game I can leave, so I did.


Dream fragment 7, from 4:30am-6:07am"": I was now semi-lucid again and flying. The clarity in this dream increased drastically. I was back in the training area with the body of water. I was flying when I became semi-lucid. I was enjoying the flight around the lake until I saw my family next to this little bridge on top of the lake. They were walking on the water. They told me to join them. I never consciously walked on the water I thought. I believed that I could do it. I started lower my self to the water. My feet went through it and I felt the water. I flew up again and thought about my experience with solids and how they behave. I told myself I never sank through a solid before. I then told myself to believed that the water will now act like any other solid I ever experienced. I put my foot on the water again, this time I landed without going through it. I started running around the body of water like a madman all happy. I saw these fishes underneath me. I was blown away by the spectacular moment that I am experiencing, I had a little doubt. I noticed my doubt right away and reinforced belief. But my mother said,"watch he is going to fall inside". When I heard her I fell immediately. I didn't sink though I instead started to fly away. It was hard at first because of my unbelief after sinking in. I reminded myself flying before and I started to fly. I went up very slowly and dramatically. My hands raised to my stomach like dragon ball z characters. I asked my mom why she said that. She responded, "You were going to fall anyways. I didn't do anything."

1/3 snip...For the second day in a row I get up after maybe 6 hours of
sleep, eat some oatmeal, watch a little TV and then go back to bed and for the second day in a row I have a lucid dream. I think both were either due to the nap schedule or my tweak to my self awareness check-ins but I also performed SSILD cycles each time. This felt more like a morning nap than a wake back to bed because I normally don't stay up for a long time for my wake back to beds staying up 1 hour yesterday and about 1.5 hours today (got into a movie). I'm driving down a busy road with three lanes going the same direction as I am. The right lane slows down to almost zero and I get over into one of the faster lanes and I see there's a car that is slowing down just barely going . As I continue along I see more and more cars driving strangely in curve patterns on a straight road some of them also curving into the side of the road and stopping. As I get more and more suspicious the question pops up that must be dreaming. The finger through my palm tries to tell me that I am awake but
I just know that I'm dreaming and I told myself if I'm dreaming I can pull back on the steering wheel and the car will start flying like an airplane. I lift off just above the ground at first and wonder if I've actually lifted it off at all and I pull back a little more and sure enough I'm flying up in the air higher and higher flying around a beautiful green hilled landscape in a daylight scene. It is so much fun it reminds me of the dream where I took off from the roller coaster flying over a similar landscape. I am checking out different views and after a while my vision starts to get fuzzy and I felt like I cracked open my eyes in waking life and maybe saw a little light and my room but I later realized that was a false awakening since when I actually woke up my sleep mask was firmly in place and my first do was dark by the sleep mask. At the time I thought I'd barely woke up so I decided to try to go back into the dream but later ended up in
another false awakening where my wife was coming back to bed for a little sexy time. I pull up her sweatshirt and she has an undershirt on and by the time my son starts calling out from downstairs (in the dream only because he's not at the house at the moment) we are completely naked and I am worried that he is going to walk up the stairs into our room just like the episode of Modern Family rerun that we watched last night. He is calling her asking her for something and I try to call out to him what is he looking for but he keeps calling to her (I also hear is cousin downstairs) and I tell my wife hey why don't you respond (at least 3 times) before he comes upstairs and I look at her and her eyes are closed and it looks kind of like she's having a light seizure or something with her lips puckered kind of like a fish and I start to get ready to call my son to ask him to call 911 when I realize again I'm dreaming...I must be but there's just enough doubt that I make myself
wake up just in case she is having some kind of medical emergency in waking life. Did not count this as a lucid dream...not this false awakening.

I had a dream prior to this. I intended to write it down. I dreamed that I woke up and wrote it down and lay back down. As I lay back down to fall asleep, I realized that I hadn't actually written my dream down in real life because I was dreaming. I was really sleepy, though, so I just dreamed about going back to sleep, and it faded into another dream. Unfortunately, I can't recall the events of my prior dream.

I then dreamed about a Choose Your Own Adventure game I was playing. I was playing a boy and his sister. Part of the game involved choosing classes for them to attend so they could build skills (a la Princess Maker or Long Live The Queen). The setting was modern day, though. My first run through, the boy became a thief after wandering into a bad part of town, but died because his skill in lock picks was terrible when he needed to pass a skill check, and he pissed off the thieves' guild. The girl ended up attending some sort of party or event where everyone was dressed in formal wear. In the next game, I completely ignored the boy and focused on making the girl into a well-respected doctor. At some point, I pulled out my dream journal (the one I wrote in in my prior dream) and looked through it, and the notes in it were in big, sloppy handwriting. Apparently, my dream had something to do with Morgan Freeman. I decided that the reason that the journal looked so sloppy and the notes were so weird was because I had written them in my sleep, and I put it away. In the game, the girl needed to find a bathroom (what is it with me and bathrooms?).

The dream shifted, and I was in a library - still looking for the bathroom. I find it, but decide it's not the REAL bathroom (and somehow this has to do with the number 40) because it doesn't look real enough, and I need to find the real bathroom. I wake up, and yes, I needed to use the bathroom.

1. I dream I am working at a nursing home. I take care of an old lady, and take her to a doctor appointment, but forget to actually take her in to see the doctor. I send her off (to somewhere) and then remember that the doctor hasn't actually seen her, and start worrying that even though she is healthy she may have health problems that aren't so obvious... but there's no way to fix it without getting in a lot of trouble.

2. One of my less comfortable OBEs. I partially woke up, but my body was still 'paralyzed' and I was half asleep. I tried to settle down and catch onto a dreamlet or something. That isn't working and I'm not entirely lucid, so I try to sit up out of my body. My body "sticks" to me like it's glue, so I try to roll over out of it. I feel like I am tipping and sinking backwards into the bed. I am in the "wind tunnel". I start to panic, and after a lot of flailing around and struggling, I lapse back into unawareness.

3. I dream that there is a huge snowstorm and the whole city has shut down. The city I live in is one I've never seen before in my life. I go outside and start trying to shovel snow with everybody else.

4. I dream I am in a castle. I am moving through room after room. The floor has diamond floor tiles in various brown colors. I can get on top of the walls and run along them, and jump down into other rooms. As I am crossing a hallway, I see a mirror. Mirrors always make me lucid - I approach it, see my reflection, and 'push' into lucidity. Unfortunately, I'm sleeping too lightly, and it wakes me up (not a false awakening).

I grumble and roll over. A few minutes pass. Someone lightly knocks on my door, twice. I ignore it because if my brother is trying to wake me up on the morning I have a day off work, he's being a jerk.

Someone knocks on my door again, a little louder, twice.
I say "what?" but there's no answer. I get up and open my door, but nobody is there. I hear someone in the kitchen. I go into the kitchen and ask my roommate, "Did you knock on my door?"
She says, "No, I wouldn't do that."
My brother is asleep... my other roommate isn't home. My roommate verified that she was, in fact, making breakfast, and that I did ask her if she knocked on my door. Even though it was a hypnopompic hallucination, it still sounded very real, and was pretty creepy.

Review:
Last night was semi-productive, I guess. I'm having more lucids, but the quality has gone down. I don't think it's because I'm getting "worse" at lucid dreaming, so much as I am having a lot more lucid dreams lately and the quality will slowly improve again.

When I say OBE, I don't really mean that I believe it's an actual out of body experience. I mean that it's a specific kind of lucid dream I have where it feels like I am rising/rolling/whatever out of my body, and either end up in the void or end up in a facsimile of my bedroom, while my "body" remains in bed. I don't believe anything paranormal is going on, it's just a really specific kind of dream with a really specific feeling... and a specific set of challenges that I still haven't overcome.

Clues I was dreaming:
- I don't work in a nursing home
- We don't have blizzards where I live
- I don't generally wander around castles

Semi Lucid - red text

I was with my Mum. She was recovering from a heart attack and was still affected by the attack. I had noticed that her speech, motor skills, and her memory were below average. Mum wanted to play some pool. She hit a pool ball off the table. The table wasn't meant for pool and had no pockets or walls to keep balls in play. I said to her this isn't a pool table, how about we play on the actual pool table next to it. Mum was getting a bit angry at herself, that she was confused and still sick.

I was in another room. Mum and myself were up inside a air duct or something similar to it. I saw a scene in front of me, showing what had happened in this exact spot before. It had left shadows behind. The shadows looked liked a MMA fight, where another man was kicking the other man. I could now see Chris Weidman, he was also a UFC fighter. He was trying to levitate or lift himself up out of an awkward position. He was really trying hard to do so.

Chris Weidman.

[Scene changed]

I could see a scene of people riding in the Tour de France. It was a slippery track, as some riders were falling off their bikes. Some riders fell, got back up and fell not long after.

I was now in the scene, riding in the race. I was a bit behind. I think I had fell earlier also. I heard some commentary being played, explaining why no one takes the short cut exit up ahead. They said it was more difficult then going through the normal track. I had to take a gamble and decided to take the short cut. The short cut looked as if it was a jumping castle. I rode around a couple corners, and was now faced with a tight gap. The gap couldn't fit a bike, so I had to slide down it with my body only. It was starting to become tighter and tighter as I was getting claustrophobic. I felt semi-lucid at this point, knowing that it was just a dream and I could end it at any point if things got too much for me. I felt the scene about to fade and was ready to DEILD, but I gave up after such a short period. I wanted to write this strange story down instead.

Fragment I
First I dreamed about being on a competition with chopping wood and then carrying it to the finish point. I remember that a friend of mine was there, too. We are laughing while we are carrying the wood.

Fragment II
I think I'm running from some monsters and then being in an apartment. These monsters are trying to get in and I must consolidate the front door to win. It is like a game. I have a success and then I see a big green tick in front of me. It really is like a game! But then a girl with horns break through the door and I fail in defending myself.

Last fragment
I wake up and stay for couple of minutes and then fall asleep, again. I find myself in a dream while knowing that this is a dream, but still not changing the dream scenario. Running along a street, then turning around and jumping on the top of a house, that is on the right side of the road. I get off the house, then find myself on beach. I say to myself that when I go into the water I will obtain full control of the dream scenario, I jump in the water and then I remember being on the beach again, but with two naked girls and then... POOF! - The dream is gone

I did it! I FINALLY made it Lucid the second time that I can remember--first time since giving up over half a year ago! It's a very long dream too, took me 4 pages of paper. Very vivid, and very memorable, with enough lucidity that I was able to exert some pretty cool control--but not enough lucidity to take control of the course of my dream.


"Bear" Lucidity

Sunday, August 11 4:00 AM----went to bed at 12 Midnight


I'm in a deep forest. THe trees are incredibly vivid and bright green--much brighter than any in real life. They are tall as well, probably hundreds of feet. I walk for a bit across the soft mossy ground; my feet sink into the moss. It's pleasant, warm, and tranquil. It really does remind me of something from either Tolkien or possibly the Chronicles of Elantra. It isn't long, however, before I see something ahead--a very large, very mean looking bear.

The bear is mangy looking, with tufts of thick brown fur sticking up here and there. He's snuffling the ground, making grunting noises as he does so. I'm starting to feel really scared, considering running before it notices me--and then I have the realization that I don't need to be afraid of the bear. I'm Dreaming, and it can't hurt me! I didn't do a reality check, I was so sure I was dreaming (although I wish I had, nothing like a reality check failing!). The thought that I'm dreaming simply pops into my head--I'm not even sure what triggered it, except that I fell asleep repeating that I would realize I'm dreaming.

I decide to play with my newfound lucidity by dealing with the bear in a rather cinematic way--I'm in a fantasy setting, may as well throw a fire-ball at it like any mage from a fantasy novel would do. I'm just about to form the fireball in my hands when another thought occurs to me; a perhaps better way to deal with the bear might be to put it to sleep instead! So, I fling my hands forward, and a wave of energy rushes forward, striking the bear. At once, the creature lies down, and starts snoozing! Impressed with my work I head on my way, to wherever the forest path will lead me.

And then I lose lucidity completely. For some reason, after a bit of walking, I start to be very afraid of the bear again. I have the uncanny feeling that it will be majorly ticked off when it wakes up, because I put it to sleep, and that it will try to eat me. So now I'm running, trying to get out of the forest before the bear catches up to me.

I then come across what I can best describe as a very odd hunting lodge. It looks rather small from the outside, but inside it is amazingly large--almost like I'm outside again. There is a person I've never met--I can't remember what he looked like, but I *think* he had short blonde hair. Anyway, I tell him about the bear chasing me, and he takes me to the back room to help get away from it. The back room is very impressive. It is massive, the ground covered in moss, and logs are stacked about the walls. The walls themselves seem to go higher and higher--I can't see the ceiling, and a path of these strange logs lead up, up, and up. I start to run across the logs, every once in a while coming upon a gap that I have to jump--very reminiscent of a side-scrolling video-game like Super Mario World.

At some point, I regain lucidity again, as I'm running across the logs, and remember that I don't need to fear the bear, he cannot possibly hurt me. So, I walk down the log path, to the ground below. (Blame my not jumping down on being only partially lucid--I'd have LOVED to jump down instead of walk down. Darnit). After I get down, I leave the hunting lodge, only to find myself in my living room. However, the living room is entirely different from how it is IRL. For one, there is no wall between the dining room and living room. For two, there is moss like there was in the forest, covering the floor and thick jungle-like vines covering the walls. There's a single couch and the door leading to the bathroom in the back of the living room.

My mom and dad are sitting on the couch. I excitedly tell them how cool it is that I'm in a dream right now! Mom tells me how awesome that is, congratulates me on having a lucid dream. Dad, however, starts telling me how it doesn't matter, it's just dreams, not life--and it is stupid anyway. I'm standing behind the couch, and mom starts arguing with dad about what he said. I take little notice, however, because I feel the dream starting to fade--and I retain enough lucidity to know I want this to keep going.

"Uh oh!" I exclaim out loud.
"What?" Asks my mother, turning around to face me.
"The dream is fading." I say. And then, I look at my hands, remembering some of the things I've read here about how to keep from losing a dream. Oddly enough, my hands appear mostly normal for dream hands--the only real difference is they are fuzzy. I then vigorously rub them together, shouting "STABILIZE!" When that doesn't seem to be working enough, I start to spin. I spin three times, mumbling in a sing-song voice "spin, spin, spin" as I do so. When I stop, mom asks me what I'm doing.

"Stabilizing the dream" I tell her. My lucidity wavers slightly and I have the foggy idea that mom will be more convinced that I'm dreaming if I change my appearance. I decide to shape-shift into one of her favorite music singers, Michael Jackson (I too am a fan, I must admit). I go into the bathroom to the mirror hanging on the wall. I look into it, but I'm still the same, despite my desire to change shape. I frown, then have an idea. I turn around, and tell myself "I look like Michael Jackson."

When I turn back around, I am the spitting image of MJ, how he looked during his video for the song Dirty Dianna, complete with long dark hair, the thin white shirt and leather pants. I'm wearing the buckled boots he wore in his video for the song "Beat it" and in the background, the opening strands of Billie Jean begin to play. Dad comes into the bathroom, telling me how stupid I'm being and all of this lucid dreaming stuff is. In my new shape, voice sounding EXACTLY like Michael Jackson, I put a finger to my lips, shushing him. I then place my index finger on my Dad's chest, and in the same tone MJ uses when he states "Who's Bad" in the song, I tell dad "BEGONE!" Of course, he looks quite confused.

"Be gone?" he repeats in surprise.

"Be gone!" I repeat firmly. Then he just pops out of existence--poof, just like that, leaving me amazed. My excitement, however, is short lived. Before I ever even make it out of the Bathroom to show Mom that I really am dreaming, everything goes black, and I wake up!




7:00 am


I only remember a fragment of this dream. I remember being in the kitchen telling my mother about my lucid dream from earlier. I heard dad get up, then mom got up starting the coffee. I came out, told her about the dream, and that's it--I remember nothing else. I would classify this as a false-awakening fragment.

I was at school. I think it was the last day. I had apparently just turned 18. I was packing up my stuff when my friend walks up to me and says, "Let me sign your yearbook." When I said no, he replied, "Well, what about...?" I knew he was talking about my crush, so I told him, "No, she's not going to sign it." As I was about to go to the back of room, pornstar Marie McCray (who apparently goes to our school?) walks up to me and asks for help on her French homework. I don't take French (our school doesn't even offer it), so I replied, "Yo hablo inglés y español." Then, a girl from my old school (I'm not sure if she was supposed to be herself or Shakira) came up to me and we greeted each other. We started joking around and I grabbed an old letter apparently written to me from Shakira. She invited me out somewhere, so I grabbed some alcohol and put it in my bag.

Yes, ladies and gentlemen. The school apparently has alcohol and lets underage people take it.

I also saw another old teacher of mine. It took me a minute to guess his name correctly.

I felt a sort of vibe of popularity and felt famous (probably because I knew a pornstar and a singer). If dreams tell the future, I have a much better social life when I'm 18.

I think a small part of me knew it was a dream.

I tried going back to the dream, but couldn't fall back to sleep.

decided to start keeping a dream journal again because my recall has been abysmal the past few months.

i do not recall much of the first dream. i remember that the scene was dark and there were several men around. at one point (i do not know if i was awake or still dreaming) i thought to myself that i should try to remember this dream.

later in the night i believe i had a false awakening. i dreamt that i was laying in my bed, and i decided to go back to sleep. my dream began on the bottom floor of a house. i was sort of aware that i was dreaming, and i decided to go up the stairs because it would turn this house into a cool house from one of my favourite dreams (which i had before i started keeping a journal on DV). the house was large and airy with many floors; the top floor was a white gazebo several hundred feet above the ground. i was sitting on a chair in the gazebo and gazing out at the sky. i was still faintly aware that i was dreaming. i tried to give myself a feeling of happiness/euphoria but it did not really work. i became aware of my real-life body and my dream imagery began to fade.

after that i slept fitfully. i would wake up once every half hour or so and return to sleep almost immediately. i had a dream about being at some kind of camp. there was a lot to this dream but i do not recall much. the part i remember took place in a large outdoor pool. it was sunny and warm outside. i asked a man what the temperature was and he said '42 degrees'. i decided to go for a swim but by the time i reached the pool it had been drained. it was full of wet leaves and detritus.

edit: remembered another part of the camp/pool dream. i was with some teenage girls who had some pills that they said were MDMA. most of the pills were pink tablets with imprints but two of them were large black "bars" with white text and hearts on them. i told them i had to analyze the pills before i took them. i recall that i found out the 'bars' were some kind of herbal supplement.

haven't updated my dj for a while.. got lazy. have to get back into the habit. this was a very long dream and my descriptions don't really do justice to the feelings of absolute terror it inspired at points.


i dreamt that i lived in a big house with some other teenagers. occasionally my boyfriend came over. we played video games and cuddled and it was very good. i remember feeling anxious about how to arrange our next meeting.
then i was walking around downtown. it was sunny out. some store had gone out of business and they were giving away their furniture. i found a large bed, whose bottom panel comprised several dressers. i opened each of the dressers and i discovered very elaborate blankets and dresses, as well as some scraps of paper.
there was writing on the paper. although it was in "polish", i was able to understand it. (i don't know any polish). the words frightened me. i cannot remember what they said but the content was very paranoid, surreal and fragmented. it chilled me to the bone.
i went in search of the woman to whom the bed & these papers belonged. (she was an old decrepit polish woman with long grey-brown hair.) i was wandering through downtown at night. i remember also seeing medieval-style maps of eastern europe that the woman had made. an atmosphere of visceral horror pervades this dream segment.
i finally found the woman. at first i was terrified of her and i tried to hide from her as one might try to evade a bear. later i took pity on her and invited her to a formal dinner with some of the people from the dream house. she wouldn't eat at first but i got her to eat a small amount.
then i got into a car with a man in his late 20s and we drove around downtown, which was now sunny. there were two mario figurines in... uh... the little things on the inside of car doors where you can store tiny stuff. one of the figurines toppled over and turned into a waluigi figurine with oddly coloured, very dark (but not black) clothes. when this happened to the second figurine i knew the polish woman was dead. i felt relieved.
we knew that some scrawny ginger guy was responsible for her death and we took a different route home to avoid him. when i was home my boyfriend was there and we decided to go to a café called "the simoleon". this café was buffet-style: they had many sweets on offer and you could load up your plate with as many as you wanted. i ate a weird pudding thing and it tasted good.
next my boyfriend and i went to the mall. he wanted to buy a watch. there were two stores that sold watches, an absurdly expensive designer store and american eagle. the watches were bands of engraved black leather with detachable clock pendants that hung down from the leather band. my boyfriend went into american eagle while i tried to steal one of the expensive watches. i could not steal them because they were attached to the display rack with strong magnets.
i joined my boyfriend in american eagle but when i tried to leave the alarm went off. i hadn't actually stolen anything so i was confused. some people took me into the back of the mall to interview me. they thought i had tampered with mail? one of the people commented to the other that they had heard me talking about incest and even if i hadn't done anything they should arrest me for that.
at one point i became half-lucid and sort of willed the dream to become less stressful. i walked away from the interview and entered the "back" of the mall, which was where all the extra items were stored. i went into the luxury store and looked around. i also recall going into a store called "HERON CLOTHES" which sold low-quality clothes with small embroidered emblems of forest animals (no herons though). the dream ended shortly after.