Forgot to document this one. Nearly lucid There is something related to the movie the dark tower. I am younger. There is some sort of man with a spaceship, and we had an adventure and it was time to say goodbye as we stand on the sidewalk next to the place I live. We have a sort of discussion. Scene change. In my room. Am on the computer at night and there is some sort of loud screaming coming from my computer speakers and I felt something was about to happen. I frantically went to mute my audio, but it didn't work. This made me wonder if I am dreaming, so I pinched my nose and breathed through it, but I either tried teleporting away and it didn't work, or I just didn't understand the result of my reality check and just planned to continue on with the story. Either way, I woke up because of a noise in real life. I thought of reality checking because that is actually a recurring situation in some of my lighter nightmares, and the feeling was familiar as well. It was also pretty surprising since I didn't do my routine for a long time now. There was also a recurring scene, where I anticipated that I'd meet a screaming female character that has a horrible amount of terror associated with her; I think I had dreamt about her when I was little.
12th October 2020 Fragment: Somewhere in China. I was helping some kind of cabinet minister or something. I think I was his bodyguard and for some part of the dream we were in a silver car; the minister was the driver. I was constantly on the lookout for potential threats. Vague recall of having a weapon. I remember an underground area, a mix of some metro station I know (grey, dingy) and an underground car park or something. Most recall faded, but by the end of this dream sequence I was in a kind of transition where I was in my native country, in the capital or somewhere like it and near the water. On one of the quays? Something about catching a train. Some family members were there and I was trying to be the last one to get on the train to make sure nobody got separated. T and her sister were there. Not sure what part of the dream, but at some point I was selling guns, shotguns? 13th October 2020 Fragment: Dream about a film, called "The End", which was apparently the first in a series. There's a group of four people and they have to stop the four horsemen at the breaking of the last seal. There's some narrating? Not sure: "But what if one of the people, the wizard, didn't make it on time? What would you do?" This bit seems to be a replay of a previous dream section but with altered details. Vague visual recall of seeing the last seal break, implying the group failed. Before this, I was a child or teenager. I saw my reflection, of my younger self, on a metal blade of some kind. I had inherited a large wooden instrument from some African music player. I recall now the instrument looked exactly like a wooden organ pipe, but with tribal decorative patterns painted on it. (recently made a joke to H about one of these sounding like a didgeridoo) It was apparently up to me to find someone who would take on this instruments legacy, or I could take it on myself. I remember while I was younger I had to train weapon skills (vague recall of panel like classic WoW skills) and I was going to be training my unarmed skill, so I was going to spar with someone my age. Something about needing saturated fat first though, and eating some cereal rich in it and other stuff. There was a barge too... Maybe we were on it? Recall faded too much. Even earlier than this in the dream, dad and I in the middle of a city, like the capital. He'd left his car in a lane and we were on the pavement talking, but I get the feeling he'd left the car open, like he/we were getting back in soon. Notes: - I never used to have dreams about my younger self. But it seems they are starting to appear more often. I have an inkling as to why but I can't be certain and it's a bit complex. Too tired at the moment to make other notes on some stuff. Need to remember to edit this later.
Long days and earlier than usual mornings with quite a strict routine have made it difficult to keep recall consistent. Possibly better next week. 21st September 2020 Scraps: Several dreams, recall faded as I tried to make note after an abrupt awakening because of having to go answer the door. 22nd September 2020 Fragment: At a version of school. I'm either a teen or younger. Sitting a desk with my friend D. We're putting away some A4 sheets but together they are an A3 size. (not sure how I meant this, since that's simply a fact...) 23rd September 2020 Fragment: Dream based on BL? Something about item stacks going up to infinity? Also something about some cylinders or tubes of glass that had something to do with game world generation; the tubes or whatever had to be filled with materials/items in order to work. Notes: - About the second dream. Strictly-speaking, the dream wasn't all that significant or unusual in terms of themes, but it's the only dream to date where I can remember actually feeling/being younger. This is in itself unusual for me, but I'm also not sure how I knew I was younger, my height I think? My friend was also the same relative age. - I haven't spoken to that friend in years and he had become distant by the time we were in high school, I think in part because of the groups he hung out with but also because we were simply not having the same lessons at all. - The general theme of the dream probably came about as some kind of reminiscence or nostalgia of the past.
July 26, 2014 School Kids I was with some of my oldest school friends, and we had decided to watch a video one of our parents had taken on our first day of first grade. We hunkered down and started watching: there we all were, lined up in front of our first grade teacher's door... We all turned and waved at the camera, we were all smiling. I pointed at S and said, "look there you are! You were so cute, what happened?!" He laughed and pointed at two of our other friends, naming them. I looked more carefully, and noticed that two of my oldest friends... weren't there. Instead, there were two people I didn't recognize. But they were with me watching the movie. "Where's R? And M?" I asked. The others looked at me like, "who?" and I shook my head, dismissing my confusion as one of my usual misrememberings. I must not have met them until 2nd grade. The next time I looked at the screen, it froze, and the next thing I knew, I was in that 1st grade line. Time was stopped for a moment, but started again, and all us children kept giggling and smiling. The two people I didn't know were talking in S and K, and I leaned over in the line to look for M and R. I didn't see them, but there was a little boy who caught my eye: He was wearing a suit of iron- or rock. I couldn't tell. It was some kind of heavy, strong stuff. He smiled at me and called me over by name. I assumed he was just a friend I had long since forgotten about (and in truth, I was starting to forget about having been watching the movie years later as I walked over to him). "Kestrel, stay behind me, okay?" And he turned around, and I looked over his shoulder to see a group of children from a different school. They had devices of some sort, and I watched one of them lift a device and point it at my classmates and me. The boy in front of me lifted his arms and stood as a shield for me. I saw a bright flash and then wind and dust and debris flew past me. There was some kind of battle going on between my classmates and those other kids. The others were from a school nearby where they learned demonic cult magic. They attacked for about five minutes, but because the boy in armor was there as my shield, I wasn't harmed at all. When the other kids left with lots of smack talk, he turned to me and smiled cheerfully. He then turned away and walked toward that other school. The world froze again and started to blur. The boy was moving slightly, but everything faded, and a new scene appeared. I was at a new school. I had been transferred to the demonic cult school for some reason. It was all one large classroom in a cabin-like building. I set up a camera in the back corner because I was supposed to record my first day. I was terrified because of that attack, but I was also fairly oblivious about almost everything. I got into the classroom, and the teacher directed me to a seat in the back. I noticed with a start that the boy from before was sitting next to me. He smiled at me cheerfully as I sat down in my seat. To my left, there was a scary-looking boy. He was large and scowled at me; I recognized him from the attack. He kept messing with me, but the boy to my right threatened that if he kept messing with me, he would die a horrible death. I don't remember much about what we were learning, but there was a presentation by one of the students. It was disproving something I had seen in school the day before, back at my real school. He stated that Jesus was fake and therefore Peace and Love were also not real. It was a depressing and scary presentation, and I wondered why I was at this school. The boy to my right turned to me and asked me if I wanted to get away from this place with him. I nodded and during break, we escaped. He led me to a door around the back of the school, and when I went through it, I saw a scene where someone was skiing down a mountain on someone else. So, instead of skis, he was skiing on a person. The skier said, "Don't worry, we're almost there!" Then I woke up. (I didn't realize it until I woke up, but the boy was the Face, again. He was a kid so I didn't recognize him in my dream, but when I woke up I realized the metal/rock suit was the same one he wore in the very first dream with him in it) Clumsy Kestrel I was with a group of my older classmates again, and we were sneaking into a large building at night. We were spying on some people who were having a meeting in the building. We were all leaning over a ledge, and I fell over it into the room with the people in it. Luckily, they didn't see or hear me, so one of my group members had to go and get me. I woke up slightly, and when I fell back asleep, I dreamt that I was watching myself fall over the ledge. I may have even dreamed that I pushed myself.
June 17, 2014 I was living in an apartment with my mom and little brother. But it wasn't my real brother. There seemed to be some sort of sickness going around that turned the body stiff until the person died, and my brother got it. We found him on the couch in the living room... Mom was suddenly really anxious and said we had to move, like RIGHT THEN. She started packing her bags, and I went to my closet to pack my things, but there were too many things and I had to decide what to keep and what to throw out. I was getting more and more anxious because I wanted to pack up everything, but mom was already finished packing and walking out the door. I was crying and yelling, "Wait for me don't leave mom...! I'm almost done, I promise...! Don't leave, don't leave... Wait... Don't leave...!" I kept repeating those words as I tried to pack everything, but I couldn't see well because of the tears. But mom just put her bags down by the door and came over calmly to help me finish, wiping my tears away and telling me repeatedly she wouldn't ever leave me behind. I think I was a younger child in this dream. Maybe 6 or 7 or so.
June 05, 2014 Whoa, 6 Dreams (well, some Dreams and some Fragments) remembered! Blue Pool I was with Zukin and some people who claimed to be high-level Dreamers, and we were sitting on a sofa, talking about Lucid Dreaming (funny that we were talking about it but I didn't realize I was dreaming). Then we all moved to a room that was a pool. The whole room was a giant pool with a walkway down the middle. The tiles in the pool were mostly deep blue with some red ones. There were signs being made (like actual signs. Road signs.) somewhere in the room. They were popping out of a conveyor on the other side of the wall. I think I might have realized I was dreaming, but I woke up immediately. If I did realize, it didn't last long. Circus! I was a kid again in this dream. Maybe 10-14 years old. My dad and brothers were going to a circus. We walked into the lobby of the building it was in (it was on some upper floor of a large building). There were three other children there, with their guardian (I wasn't sure if it was their parent or not) in the lobby. We got into the elevator, the walls of which were lined with that yellow foamy insulator you find in crawl spaces and whatnot. We got out of the elevator and then sat down in this little play corner that was actually the seats for the audience. You were supposed to climb up to any seat we wanted. It's a bit hard to describe, but think of side-scrolling video games where there are ledges you have to jump up to and whatnot. So I'm trying to get up to the perfect seat, but I can't reach it. Then there were two fractions of dreams: One about playing my music over speakers, and another about sleeping downstairs in my laundry room. I was only wearing underwear (no bra) because it was really hot, and my dad came in and got all embarrassed. But I was still half asleep and still tired so I threw on a shirt and went to sleep in the car, since we were going somewhere that day. My mom was already sleeping in the back, so I just curled up in the passenger seat. Just Don't Tell my Mom, Okay? I was a student in a classroom, high school, I think. We were in the middle of class, and two punks had barged in; They were pushing my classmates around, badmouthing everyone, and extorting money from them and being general jerks. Eventually I got fed up with it and yelled at them from across the room, "You two need to GET. OUT." One of them got all bashful and apologized, getting ready to leave, but the other (the taller one) just stood in the door way with his arms crossed over his chest, glaring down his nose at me. I planted my feet and glared right back (I am short, so this must have been hilarious to watch), until he averted his gaze and then left, grumbling. About an hour later, another punk came to my classroom, and yelled, "Which Bitch is that told my boys to leave?!" Like an idiot, I stood up and said, "It was me." The guy looked like a Gangster Pimp. He took me out in the hall and I felt like he was gong to beat me, so I started to run away. I felt like a rabbit being chased by a wolf, and it felt hopeless. It felt like no matter where I ran, he would find me, and then beat me, rape me, verbally abuse me, who knows what. I eventually got to a door leading out of the building. It opened to a slope, exactly like the one Zukin and I slid down on our butts in Austria. It was steep and the soil was dry, and there were trees scattered sparsely. I slid down the slope, using the trees as check-points of a sort to control my path downward. I got to the bottom and looked up to see if he was following. He was inside still, I could see him glaring down at me from inside the door. It had started to rain, so I assumed that he wouldn't come out in order to keep his clothes clean (Or rather, his voice was in my head saying "The only reason I'm not going and getting you out there is to keep my clothes dry, bitch."). I started running to my left, and turned when the building made a corner. Around the corner was another door into the building. I figured I would go in and try to get a teacher. As I ran toward the door, to my right I heard a voice say, "You don't have to run. You have the power to manipulate him." I turned to see a man floating in the air. It looked like he was sitting in an invisible throne in the air. He had on clothes that appeared kinda jester-like. But more ragged. Colorful patches everywhere, a funny hat. His hair was long, for a guy, and messy. He has a sing-songy voice. I ignored what he said because the Gangster Pimp was going to kill me if I didn't keep running. I keep running, and I almost reach the door, but the Gangster Pimp comes out of a door a little further down and starts running after me. It's still raining, but we're under an awning now. I'm no longer safe, in the rain. I try to reach the door but he catches me just before I get there and corners me. "I'll teach you to mess with my boys!" He threatened, cracking his knuckles. "I didn't touch them! All I did was make them leave!" He hit me on the left side of my face. "Shut up, bitch! I'm a pimp and I protect my boys!" I didn't know what else to do, so I started begging and apologizing. "I'm sorry, okay? I won't do it again! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Just don't hit me again...!" And then out of the corner of my eye, I saw one of my old high school teachers coming outside. "Help! Help, Hafer! Mr. Hafer! This guy...!" But he didn't hear me at all, or else ignored me (which he wouldn't do; he was one of the best teachers I had in high school). He walked back inside, and I felt so alone. The Gangster Pimp raised his hand like he was going to hit me again, and I yelled, "You would hit a girl like that?!" Suddenly he got all sheepish. "D-don't say it like that!" He stammered. Suddenly I was scolding him. "And this is a new piercing. Do you know how much it hurts to get hit over a new piercing?!" "I'm sorry..." "And besides you should be in class!" "Yes Ma'am..." "Before that, go apologize to my classmates for disrupting our learning!" "Don't tell my mom about this, okay...?" We walk back to the tree-slope door for some reason, instead of taking the door right next to us. We wait under the overhang until the rain clears, to keep his clothes clean. Once it was clear, we start walking, and to my left, still where he had been before, was the jester-man, who had much the same feeling as The Face at the end of one of my previous dreams. He smiled (though it was more of a smirk) and said, "Told you." Then he vanished. I noticed then that the rain hadn't been falling on him; there was a circle of dry pavement around where he'd been. After getting back to my class, like right after the Gangster Pimp leaves, I got a text from him asking if I wanted to go to a rap concert with him. I don't know how he got my number. Then I either woke up or faded into the next dream... Rest Stop of Creepy I was on a car trip with my Dad, Erik, Bob, WW (my grandpa) and my uncle Nick. I don't know why my mom wasn't there. We were driving in some place with mountains and open prairie/almost desert. We stopped at a rest stop to get some things and while we were browsing, this weird man enters the store, and asks random people if he can buy them random junk from the store. He asked me if he could buy me some canned peaches and I said no. I kept saying no but he kept asking about other things he could buy me. Eventually I got him to go away, and picked up a chocolate milk, bringing it to my dad to pay for while I went to the bathroom. When I got out, I tried to find my family but they had left without me. I knew where we were going, so I figured I would just walk to catch up with them. I texted them to wait for me somewhere up the road, and turned out to the road. I went left (I get the feeling I was going west... but I'm directionally challenged so I don't know if that is true). I passed a couple buildings on a hill to my left. At some point I met a woman who handed me a box of water bottles and some paper cups, telling me to "keep strong." I was starting to panic because the sun was setting and I could hear some animals off in the distance. I had gotten out of the woodsy hills and was now in an open, relatively flat, prairie area. There were huge, majestic mountains to my right. It looked a little like the Tetons look from the road. I got to another hilly area and checked my phone to see if anyone had responded to my texts. Then I rounded a corner and found the van sitting at a lookout with a door open, waiting for me to jump in. I was pissed at them all and didn't speak to any of them for the rest of the ride. Dog Fights I was at Oma and Grandpa's house (in the living room with big windows), talking to my grandpa about his past. My family and some dogs I didn't know were playing outside in the back yard. Through the windows, I saw a pack of three foxes, larger than any normal fox, circle the group, as if hunting. I tried to warn my family, but they couldn't hear me from inside. Then, one of the foxes jumped at Erik, but he ducked just in time and didn't get hurt. Everyone starts yelling and the foxes run away. They were literally hopping/jumping as high as the trees, like Virginia (John Carter) in the movie. (Um, just sort of ignore that music in that video... There was loud music playing when I found the video. And then it lead to a hilarious moment when Zukin turned off her music and we both heard the music in this video for the first time) But after a few minutes, they come back with two large wolves. Then, all hell broke loose. There were suddenly a bunch of neighborhood dogs of all kinds, and the wolves and foxes were fighting the dogs. The dogs eventually fought off the wolves and foxes, but two of them were badly wounded. Their owners were there, and one of the really badly wounded ones, a newfie, was leaning on its owner and dying. It was really sad... Apparently, my grandpa had completely missed the whole thing. He's a bit deaf, so he hadn't heard any of the mayhem. Then I woke up.
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April 15, 2014 This dream is all fragments but it was so random. I was in a class and forgot my materials, but apparently that had happened many times before. I still got the answers right so I got to stay in class. One of my German teachers, Andy, was the teacher of that class, and we were all speaking German. After class I got into a dice fight with a classmate; he was my adopted brother I think? We were literally throwing huge dice at each other and swearing vehemently.
January 19, 2014 I started out as a spy/ninja on a mission to steal some rare beads that belongs to a corrupt ruling family. The first part of the mission was like in Pokémon X and Y where you ride a Rhydon to get across rocky terrain, except I was on a horse instead of a Pokémon (teehee). Once I got past that portion of the mission, there was a wide river channel that I had to get across. There was a line of long boats, a little bit like a Stocherkahn (which is driven the way boats in Venice are, with long polls that reach the riverbed, used to pull the boat along), but a little more oriental. Everything in the dream was fairly oriental. I stole one of the boats and a bazooka, and made my way down the river to a large dam. I had to blow it up to drain the lake at the top. The mansion I had to get into was in the middle of a large garden/pond. It was a lot like a garden Zukin and I had visited on an island in Germany. Anyways, I blew up the dam, and ran across the now open ground to the back entrance of the mansion. I masqueraded as a new guardian for the one who wore the beads. I told her that I was her new guard because there had been a threat on her life. It was at this point in the dream that I realized I was a man. Apparently, to be this woman's guard meant I was to marry her, and since it was my mission, I did it. Fast forward years into the future, and I have a ten-year-old daughter. I am frivolous and fiscally irresponsible. I have held too many feasts and there are platypuses on leashes in the garden: they search for treasure. The area that had been covered in water because of the dam is now an overgrown area, untended. Or rather, the person I had been was now this way. My consciousness had switched bodies. I was seeing the story through a different set of eyes is all. I was now a 15-year old young man who worked in the mansion. There is an invasion, and the intruders set fire to the mansion. One of the intruders is a man in a huge black metal suit. All you can see is his eyes which are gold. I was on the second floor, and this suited man starts lurching (yes, lurching is the best word to describe how it moved) toward me; I panic and run but the suit keeps following me. Even though it can't move very fast, it is still terrifying and always there, and I feel like it will get me no matter what. It's a bit like the feeling you get when you play Amnesia and the hear the monster coming, and you know either it will get you or you will go mad in the dark. I went down a narrow winding staircase, but the suit still follows me, and I eventually end up on the overgrown area at the back of the mansion. There, I met the previous Me's 10-yr-old daughter and we sit on a ledge watching the Mansion burn down. There was Tohuwabohu (see the last paragraph) all over the place, and then I spot the metal suit lurching toward us. I grab the girl and am about to run again, but the suit just lurches past us and jumps off the ledge we were sitting on. Before it jumped though, it turned to look me in the eyes and made a noise that I couldn't understand. The girl looked at me and said that the suit was called "The Face." "He said Not this time," is what she said just before I woke up.
Updated 06-04-2014 at 07:59 AM by 69491
December 12, 2013 I had moved with my family into a new house, and I was clearing out my old room to move everything to my new room. When I got to the new room and was deciding where to put everything, I stopped for a moment to look around the room; it was an attic-style room, with sloped ceilings and a window-seat, but it was very bright. The walls were off-white and the floor was a light colored wood, though I'm not sure what kind of wood it was (I wouldn't have known in the waking world, either). My mom called me downstairs, since we were having a house-warming picnic type thing in the back yard, with our new neighbors and old friends. For some reason, Kristin's (my roommate) mom was there, too. She had a severe allergic reaction to something, and I had to get her medicine right away; so I got into my car, drove to the nearest pharmacy, and got medicine. I went back to the house, but someone had already helped her. Then, for some reason, people started asking me a bunch of favours; most of them involved driving places. It was as if I was the only one who had a car. One of the people asked me to drive them to their cousin's house to get something. Not wanting to disappoint people, I agreed to help them. When we got to her cousin's house, she went inside it and came back out with a large head of cabbage. She came up to the rolled down passenger window and handed me the cabbage, asking me to bring it back tothe picnic for her, since she had to stay at her cousin's place to help her do something. By the time I got back to the picnic, everyone had left, but my roommate's mom was still there. She frantically told me that the police had come looking for me, and that I should run away. I didn't ask any more questions and got back in my car and left. I still had the cabbage. Then, I watched a scene in another town or something; a 13-ish year old boy was in an old grown-over courtyard type area. There were broken-down statues in a circle surrounding a bird-bath type thing in the center. I think there were 12 statues in the circle, but am not totally sure, as I didn't count them. The boy was with his grandfather, and they looked like they were either searching for something or getting ready to leave the place. The boy was inspecting the fountain, and said, "I know what this place is..." and stood up straight to look at all the statues. He smiled and waved his hand, and a golden light filled the area as the statues were restored. The biggest one was a beautiful woman, and it started moving and floated in the air. I knew she was the boy's mother, and the boy's father was also in the circle, as well as his old friends and partners. It's hard to describe this because it was a feeling rather than a fact, but I'll give it a try: The woman and the rest of the things in the area were constructs of the boy's mind. He was projecting things he knew onto the statues; they weren't actually statues of his family and friends. He was manipulating the energy of the courtyard to be whatever he wanted, and what he wanted was to see his deceased friends and family, especially his mother. It all vanished when his grandfather warned him not to get lost in the fantasy. The boy nodded, and walked into one of the buildings around the courtyard. They were all abandoned. He dug a hole in the ground, since the floor had been stripped away from the building. Then I was back in my own body, but this dream sort of blended into a new dream; I had turned into a 12-ish year old girl, who was still on the run from the cops and still had a head of cabbage. Basically the only thing that changed was that I was no longer "Me." I was running bare-foot, through an abandoned area of town, and knew that the cabbage I held was why the police were after me. So I had to get rid of it somehow. I went into the closest building, and saw a hole in the ground where the floor had been stripped away. Even though I had just witnessed the boy digging the hole, I was ignorant of that whole part of the dream. I put the cabbage in the hole and started to cover it up, but the boy came into the room and asked why I was using the hole he'd dug. I almost screamed, but the boy was really nice and took my hand, leading me to his grandfather. They took me in, and again the courtyard lit up, to all of our surprise. The same woman from before told us that the boy and I were part of a prophesy and that we should stay together no matter what happened. Fast forward a year or two, and the boy and his grandfather and I had gained some acquaintances, though I don't remember anything about any of them. They were side-characters. We had also gained enemies, and we were infiltrating a cheese factory to get information on them; but it turned out they were also there, and so the boy and I split off from the group because we couldn't all stay together; we were too conspicuous. I was hiding behind a corner and looked through the half-opened double doors leading into a large room. Inside it, there were maybe five people, one of whom was in a Cheese mascot costume. He was getting angry and took off the costume, throwing it to the ground and shouting that he quit. He stormed out of the room and the people in it spotted me, and forced me to take the guy's place inside the cheese costume, because there was an event going on RIGHT NOW. I looked around but couldn't see the Boy I was with, and so I figured it would be best to be inside the costume because then no one would recognize me. I put it on and was led to a room filled with grade-schoolers. My job was to ask them questions about Parliament and give them candy when they got the right answers. They also got to put hats on me when they answered right (don't ask me why). After about ten minutes of that, I was given a DVD to show them; It was a short video jingle-riddle type thing. It was in German and it was about Gummy Bears. It went something like: These yummy bears were made at the Homeland but then the evil Westerners stole them away! I had thought, Oh, it's about Gummy Bears! And then I woke up.
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This entry will be a little bit different, they will be entries from lucid dreams that I had before I even knew what lucid dreaming was (I was about 8-12 years old back then, which is about 10 years ago now). Dream 1: This is the first lucid dream I ever had as far as I can remember, it probably also was the most vivid and long lucid dream I ever had and remembered even until this day. Its quite ironic that the only thing I thought about doing back then was waking up. I remember walking in a mall, and there was nobody close that I knew so I got scared and thought I was lost. Somehow I became lucid and just knew it had to be a dream, still being scared I just had to wake myself up, but how? I didn't know. So I went around asking different DCs if they knew how I could wake myself up, but nobody knew. Eventually there was a nice older man that wanted to help me really bad (Dream guide?), so he took me to a place that was a little higher then the rest of the mall, and he shouted to other DCs walking below, asking if anybody knew how to wake "this boy" up... But still nobody knew. I said that I shouldn't be worried and that we would find a way to wake me up. This calmed me down. Dream 2: I have a very vague memory of this dream, and I only remembered it after reading my own post about the previous dream. It was at a train station, there were a lot of people and we were all waiting for our train, somehow I knew it was a dream (I have no idea how I knew this back then). This time I wasn't scared and wanted to test what it was like to die in a dream, and I thought that it would probably just wake me up. So I stepped on the railway and I saw the train coming. After a little while as the train came closer, I decided not to do it because what if it wasn't a dream o.o . I was lifted off the railway by one of the DCs, and he also said it was probably better if I didn't do it. This is when the dream faded away and I found myself back in my bed, this is the first lucid dream where I actually noticed the transition. After remembering these dreams I wonder how many more lucid dreams I have had in the past that I don't remember.
WAKING LIFE DREAMING LUCID BOLD IF IT FEELS PARTICULARLY SIGNIFICANT From the night before last *This is a veeeery rough draft that I may or may not get around to cleaning up* A Boy to Include? a blond boy joined us cheap necklace/pendant I had one in the same symbol too (on reflection, i don't recognize it) ashamed? that mine was a weak metal it looked somewhat interesting though I didn’t mean to make a wet towel hanging high on a hook on the wall fall. caught it and the wrist watch that had been laid atop it, tried to put them back as they were. I wondered at the dampness near the watch I was 13-17 the boy was maybe 11 we debated over if he was too young
WAKING LIFE DREAMING LUCID BOLD IF IT FEELS PARTICULARLY SIGNIFICANT Dinner and “Centipede” Lizards Licking Legs At dinner with 3 people. I felt younger, perhaps college age or just graduating. It was some kind of planned event, like a celebration. I thought we were there with others who were at different tables. Three other people with me. Empty (used?) glasses already on the table, shoved to the side. Cluttered with, were they layers of old menus as “placemats”? Dirty, dusty, old. They brought us drinks. Mine was a warm margarita-type drink. I wondered again about the service considering the warm drink. I drank it, flourishing it a bit like I was an old hand. I thought how I was trying to be something I wasn’t. Projecting a persona, and that wasn’t subtle enough. It didn't feel like me. Me and the others didn’t seem too connected, but there was a comfort. It took a loooong time for the food to come, if it did (I don’t recall). A foot long creature came through the wall and walked under the table, turned right, and kept going. I followed. I called it a centipede in my mind but realized it was more like a lizard with 4 stumpy legs, like a long, unshelled turtle. Another one came, following the same path. I sat back down, next to the girl (who had been a part of the 4 of us before?). Yet another creature walked that path, and I wondered about them being young and is their mom about to come? Another young one. Then the mom, larger, with a more rounded mouth. She noticed us (unlike the children) and slowly opened her mouth near my leg. I thought she was going to lick me but maybe bite me. I pulled my bare legs up onto the booth. She put her stumpy front legs up on the side of the booth but couldn’t reach me. She turned toward the other girl’s legs and slowly opened her mouth. The girl didn’t seem concerned and I cautioned her about the saliva, that it might be poisonous. The creature had a very large, wide almost human-like tongue. It seemed friendly. The girl let her lick her legs. The creature licked slowly and in wide strokes. I inspected the girl from a distance. She seemed fine, no reaction to a toxin if there even was a toxin in the saliva.
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