non-lucid

I haven't posted in a long time because of work.

I'm at my great-uncle's house when my grandfather shows up. We're hanging out and I'm feeling quite happy that he is visiting me. Suddenly, I say to him, "Hey, grandpa, why are you here? You're dead."
He casually replies, "'They' said I come back down here for a while."
...Who is 'they'?
Later, I'm trying to make him something to eat, but he tells me that it's time for him to go. The moment he leaves, I wake up and the dream is forgotten until it comes back in a flash hours later.

I do believe my grandfather visited me. Besides the fact that we were at his brother's house, something about the dream was...different. It was similar to the way my dream with my great-grandpa was--he leaves, I immediately wake up, and the dream comes back in a flash hours later.

I haven't updated in a long time because I haven't been able to remember my dreams since that last lucid one. I don't know why. I think it took a lot out of me.

I'm in this enormous library with my family and this old man named Dave (I think my brain based him off Dale from The Walking Dead). The thing about this library is that it is filled with ghosts. Also, uh, apparently you can keep any book forever but you absolutely have to ask a ghost if you can keep it--I didn't know this at the time. Otherwise, you're cursed and you die. Now, all the ghosts are making me nervous and I leave with Dave and half of my family. The other half--the stupid ones--decide to stay. I eventually come back to the library where a ghost librarian tells me that they aren't going to hurt me as long as I ask permission. There is this Hayao Miyazaki film I really want but I decide not to get it because I don't trust the librarian.

Then I woke up.

Non-Lucid Part:

I'm with my siblings and my sister, Hannah, is trying to kill me with that psychotic look on her face just like with my previous lucid--which I did not bother to write down. Only, I'm not lucid.
I'm freaking out right now and wondering just what I have done to her. I grab a pair of scissors and try to threaten her with them, but she just yanks them out of my hand with monster strength. Soon, we're both wrestling around with several pairs, trying to kill each other. I manage to push her next to the cabinets in the adjoining kitchen, but then...

Lucid Part:

"Oh my god! I'm dreaming,"I shout.
My siblings stiffened in surprise. My other little sister didn't seem to care and my little brother glared at me--but, that isn't anything new. He does that in real life, too.
I didn't care about my other sister's reaction, though. Now, I just wanted to leave. I hate hanging around my house or town in my lucid dreams. Everyone is so dull and lifeless--or trying to kill me--in that area.
So, I wasn't about to get stabbed today. I'll leave out this next part for everyone, but it was a complete struggle.
I won, though.

So, I stole a glance at my other sister and said,"I am not about to be here if that...thing...is still moving."
I whipped out the door and flew off--literally. I think I've been flying out of sheer desperation rather than enjoyment.
Anyways, I said for it to be daytime, but instead my brain just made it rain.
Hardy har har on you, brain.
I love rainy weather.

By now, I had landed in a nice white house. I landed on some pretty blue staircase carpet, but quickly backed away when I saw some couple getting their children ready for school. The moment they walked out of the foyer, I ran outside.
However, I wasn't afraid or cautious here. I don't know why, but the further I travel away from my house or town in my dreams, the more human everyone is.
I rang the doorbell, while one of their kids that was already waiting for the bus was outside. I said hi as they looked at me curiously. Suddenly, the wife looked out the window and saw me. Opening the door, she asked what I needed.
"...I'm...Wow, uh...This is a dr..."
"Yes, I know what you're saying. No need to get upset that this is the Dreamworld."
She smiled at me and I finally got a good look at her. She was a slightly overweight woman of average height with dark red hair that reached her shoulders and a face that put her age at about late 30s or early 40s. She had on a pair of dark blue jeans and a purple sweater.

"Thank god. Wait, I've asked this before, but doesn't it make you kind of annoyed if someone asks or tells you that you're not real?"
The woman, who I think was probably named Pamela, smiles and says,"Come inside."
She tells her children to leave for the bus and as we are walking in the house, she talks.
"You see, in what you call the real world, many of you believe that is the only reality. Well, in what you call the dream world, this is our real world. It is our reality."
I stare at her, then say,"Yeah, but don't people from real life create you?"
She smiles and replies,"Yes. But, don't many of you believe that a god created you? What makes that so much different?"
I look at her in wonder and I can't help but think that I wish this woman was real.

Pamela leads me into a sort of massage room where a man is standing nearby. He is in his forties and he is bald on top. He looks at me with interest and she says,"She's from the other world."
"Ah. Well, it's nice to meet you. I'm her husband."
I nod and say,"It's nice to meet you, too, sir."
We shake hands and I ask what they're doing in here. Apparently, the man has back problems and his wife is going to massage his back in their massage room. I'm talking to them about random things for a long time when I notice a pile of cooked bacon. Pamela explains that her husband is a huge fan of it. I really want a piece because it smells delectable. She actually did say I could have a piece. No, that isn't right.
She offered to make me breakfast. However, I left before I could take her up on that offer.

I'm getting ahead of myself, though. I really take a good look at them, fully expecting for their appearances to change, for the scenery to change. But, nothing is different. It is literally like real life, and it is a wonder that I don't relapse back into a state where I think I'm actually awake.
Noting that there is an enormous mirror, I take a look at my appearance. I look normal, except for the acne covering my forehead.
Crap! It's high school hell all over again! Hah! And I bet this is before I started drinking tons of water to get rid of this.

I try to get rid of it, but I can't for some reason.
Giving up, I realize I've been wanting to find my dream guide. I explain this to Pamela and her husband.
"You're welcome to shout for it as much as you'd like,"she says.
"Thanks."
For some reason, I can't make the words out correctly and I end up sputtering out,"Subconscious, I want to see my subconscious!"
Then...Uh, things got slightly weird. This small figure wearing a grey hoody comes up to me. It is on a scooter skateboard thing and I take a good look at the...thing's face. There's nothing there. Just a black pool of nothingness. I knock it down, and some of the pool comes out.
"F*** off. Get out of here."
I push the thing away, visibly disturbed. Nearby, that couple just can't help but laugh about this. Not my foul mouth, but what came in.
I try to say it again and I finally manage something. Now, I wait for my dream guide. That person never come, though.
I look at Pamela and her husband and say that I need to leave. They nod and tell me goodbye.
"Damn. I might not get that breakfast after all,"I grumble as I run out.
I ran and ran until I made it to an airport terminal. I look at all the people when my eyes lead me straight to one particular woman. She is an overweight black woman with honey colored hair and an extremely intelligent and knowing look on her face. She was looking straight at me with a smirk now. Somehow, I felt drawn to this woman. She hands me some sweet and I eat some. It actually tasted like food. I don't finish it, though.
Then, she proceeds to tell me that my dream guide left me a note explaining that she was sick and tired of everything. I quite listening after this. Because, I have a sinking suspicion that she is actually my dream guide--but, she is screwing around with me.
I had a good reason to think this, by the way. I cannot accurately describe this, but when I saw this woman, I felt...connected and drawn to her. She felt entirely different from anyone else.
The rest of the dream just involved me trying to get back to Pamela's house for breakfast. Too bad I woke up.

I think this is one of those dreams where you've had so many dreams in a row that once you fall asleep you easily recognize you're asleep and dreaming.
Now with pictures!

Non-Lucid Part:
I was with this slightly older, heavy-set guy. In the dream, we weren't together so much that he was like an older brother to me. He told me to come to the backyard with him because he had to show me something.
"It's in the woods, but you always played back there, Ash. So, it will be fine."
I gave him a suspicious look.
"Hey! What? Don't worry."
I followed him into the sparsely crowded woods behind my father's workshop until I started to lag behind him.
"Hurry up, Ashley!"
"Yeah, yeah..."
All of a sudden, he vanished. Far too quick for someone who was just a little farther ahead.
Then, the realization hits me.

Lucid Part:

It is about time I had one of these. Although, I don't think this is what I had in mind...
Pleased, I gaze up at the woods and all the light brown leaves covering the ground. I have no interest in following this guy. He probably doesn't exist anymore to begin with. I turn around, eager to get away from the entire area.
No. The entire dreamscape itself.
I run toward this hill area near my father's building and jump, flying in the air. Funny, how this thing called flight comes so easily to me, yet I only use it for "emergencies" in dreams. I fly forward, past the ugly blue house I call home and decide to dream spin to another dimension. Realizing the consquences if I do not think of a place to be in, I vaguely think of a moor. I don't know why. I think I was thinking about my ancestors, but I don't even know if Scotland and Ireland have moors. Or whatever they are called these days. I read too much old literature to know or care.
Amyways, I spun. If you can call it that. It was more of a graceful, kind of floaty spin. Almost like a pirouette.

I found myself in a...white mansion by the rocky, green tipped edges of a pale grey sea.

I know it was white, because it felt like it was a white. I walked past several windows covered with beautiful white curtains floating in the breeze.

I had a sudden urge to go through a wall at this point. I had heard someone mention in the DV forum how you shouldn't think about the wall itself, but rather the destination. I thought of the word moor again, but I knew I wouldn't get this. How can I see what I have never seen?
Alas, I could not pass the wall. However, the window seemed rather welcoming.
I gently touched the glass pane with my right hand, never using force. I felt the glass turn to a goo, then it gradually succumbed entirely. I gazed out and looked upon a helicopter, a ship, and several cargo trucks by a seemingly endless sea. Some of the men had guns, but I don't think they noticed me. I wonder if they were guards for the mansion's owner.
I looked around, but everything was blurry, to my immense dismay. However...
Oh, yeah. That clarity thing...
"Clarity now!"
I suddenly remembered to look at my hands. They and the scenery got clearer.
"Clarity now!"
Clearer.
I did this several times until the quality of my dream was so detailed and I could the lines in my hands so well, it felt uncomfortable.
"Aw, what the heck. HD-Vision now!"
Okay. Clearest dream ever. Probably even clearer than real life. However, the guards noticed me and started to shoot. I ran away from the window and walked down the hall.
"Bastards. You're lucky I don't use you for my diamond castle."
I notice a door slightly ajar. Peering through, I see a woman with greying hair tied in a long ponytail.
"This is a story about the young master. About a time long gone. About a doll that became his dearest companion."
I looked to the left and saw another room, but one filled with forgotten memories. Yet, also with a sort of unforgotten sadness. There wasn't any death or evil here, but there was a feeling of what might have been. Suddenly, I felt my vision go out--I came as close as you can to fainting in a dream.
I heard voices, traveling further and further back.
Where am I going? Am I traveling in time or is this just me going to a different dreamscape?
These thoughts raced through my head as the grey-haired spoke to another person--I can't recall who.
"I'm sending her back in time. Maybe she will be able to talk to and warn the young master."
"But, her body is right there."
The woman smirked.
"In body, yes. In spirit, however, she is crossing time itself."
I heard nothing else.

I arose from the floor, slightly dazed, and not noticing the boy in a white seat faced away from me. I walked, or rather stumbled, into the other room. I looked around and didn't feel sadness, but a potential for it. I gazed over and saw a hideous doll with orange hair-no, it wasn't Chucky. I was a bit frightened, but gulped down my fear and walked over to the doll. Gently picking him up, I realized that the doll was alive. He looked at me and then looked around. I smiled at him and, as gently as I could, said,"Sweetie, I'm looking for your owner..."
I was startled to see that he had changed from a hideous doll to a cute one. I am guessing that no one except his owner treated him with kindness because of all this.
"I...I've traveled from very far away, yet not so far."
He looked interested and I gazed past the canopy bed behind us. Past all of the things that crowded the room. Past everything and anything.
"From a dream long gone. Or perhaps from a dream just beginning. Who knows what real life truly is."
I look back at him, and I see that he is intrigued.
"I'm not from this world. But, I assure you, I will help your friend. Regardless of what happened and how little I know."
He looked towards the other room and his gaze stayed there.
"He's over there?"
The doll nodded and I gently put him back in his little white rocking chair. I thank him and walk out.
I walk towards the round, white table and take a seat. Finally, I notice the orange-haired boy. The grey-haired woman is there as well, except her hair is a mousy brown.
"What are you doing here,"the boy asked. He is well aware I am not from the area or even that time.
"I'm from...Well, that isn't important. I think that woman wanted me to save you."
I pointed to the woman who now sat across from me at that white table and she nods.
"Yes, master. Something happens to you, and I sent this young woman to help save you."
Would you like to know why he needed saving?
Me, too.
Because, unfortunately, I was woken up!

This dream is probably the result of me training myself to read in dreams. Believe me, it is more difficult to me than it seems.

First, I was reading some book where Christians did a bunch of experiments--including one involving some sort of Pagan(?) ritual and scientifically testing the density of...rocks. I should probably refrain from saying why I should have known it was a dream, or else I'll sound like a major jerk.

Then, for some unexplainable reason, I read an Ed, Edd n Eddy fanfic... WHY is beyond me. However, I do remember parts of it:
She was so beautiful it was almost non-canon.

I probably shouldn't read the rest...because it totally had nothing to do with that kiddy show. It was more about a pretty girl's strained relationship with her father.

Lastly, and I can understand why I would have this part of the dream, I read a bonus manga of Vampire Knight. They all--as in Yuuki, Zero, Kaien, Toga, Senri, and Rima--went to the movies. Hilariously enough, Senri was wearing a baseball cap with teddy bear ears. I guessed in the dream it was because he was so good looking. XD
I was a little disappointed that Kaname wasn't with them. But, man, that was a good bonus manga! I especially liked the part when Senri and Rima just left in the middle of the movie. But, in the beginning, there were three panels, showcasing members of the group over the years. It said above the panels,"Most of these guys really aren't the types you'd see at the theaters."
Then, it pointed to Zero and said,"Especially this one!"

Although, when I said I wanted to read Vampire Knight, this wasn't really what I meant.

Non-Lucid:
Oh, wow... I really wish I remembered all the details of the non-lucid part of this dream. I can only remember the part when I was with this boy and his grandfather in Egypt, and we kind of broke into one of the tombs. I can't remember anything else. T_T

Lucid:
Then, I "woke" up on my uncle's couch and glanced at the television.
"Hey, wait...I never fall asleep at my uncle's!"
After deciding to do an RC for once, I walked up to the television and tried putting my hand through it, then my fingers through my hand. Didn't work.
"See? This is why I almost never reality check."
I refused to believe I was awake.
Sadly, I woke up for real after that.

Non-Lucid Part

It's a little blurry, but I remember stealing something from a slightly cluttered store. All of a sudden, a bunch of police officers were trying to beat me with sticks, so I stole a machete and started cutting them up.
Ah, I don't have anything against police officers in real life, but I am much less...reserved...in my dreams.
They were starting to alarm me in the same way I get alarmed when I'm playing a racing video game and the other racer is about a second behind me and the finish line is approximately thirty feet away. As I pushed over a rack of clothes on some other cops, I suddenly became lucid.

Lucid Part

Suddenly feeling stupid, I looked around and saw that various customers were laughing or smirking at me. So, I cut off their heads in a vengeance. Once again, I assure you that I would not behave so heinously in real life.
I walked up to a pretty cashier, who was also grinning at me. This also pissed me off, and I slit her throat and cut off her right hand.
....
Right, so anyways...She continues to smirk and now I'm interested. I will never forget this woman. She had pale blue eyes and fair white skin with a pink tinge to it. Prettiest of all was the creamy blonde hair tied up in a ponytail. Seeing me eye her hair, the cashier put on a brown cap.
"Why did you...Arrgh...Well, it will displease you when I tell you you're not real and this is a dream!"
She smirked and I noticed that her hand was back in place and the neck wound was beginning to heal.
"Are we? Are we really in a dream,"she said with that same annoying smirk and heavy sarcasm in her voice.
I gazed long and hard at her and replied in a flat tone,"Yeah, we are."
She didn't respond to that and she didn't need to. I knew that she knew it was all a dream and that she was only making fun of me. I didn't bother to do any reality checks--not that I ever have to, given my personality--and decided to talk to this rather interesting DC.
"Um, sorry about that..."
She looked at me with false innocence.
"The cuts, moron."
"The cuts are healed, as you can see."
She held up her hand and pointed to her neck. I briefly thought it was good, because it meant the others had healed as well. My thoughts were interrupted as the woman exclaimed,"It wouldn't matter anyways, since you were the one who wanted the wounds on all of us healed. Ah, you and your odd way of looking at things."
She looked at me with a fierce intensity.
"You know what we are."
I returned her fierce gaze, and was about to respond, but she cut me off with a wave of her fully healed hand. The sarcastic smirk back on her face, she asked if there was anything I needed.
"Uh, yes. Take off that ugly hat. Your hair is too pretty to be kept up in that."
"Not after the commotion you caused."

The next thing I know, I'm with two of my three younger siblings and I'm cussing like a sailor.
It all involves the cashier, but I get over it really quickly. I glance at the television with delight.
"Yes! Yes! Yes! I can complete my most important dream goal!"
I turn to my brother and sister and exclaim," We're gonna see if Spongebob is on, kids!"
I turn on the set and faintly realize that I have cable in my dreams. I flip through the channels and I am more and more irritated.
Would you like to know what on?
Nothing but American football games and jewelry infomercials. Though, I must admit that I was pleased that my favorite team was winning on one of the channels.
Finally, I get to a channel that is talking about a new episode of Spongebob involving Mr. Krabs. I clench my fist in triumph and turn around to give Katie and Ross the good news.
"We're watching Spongebob and I don't care that I'm too old for it!"
I turned around and...
...I woke up.
Oh, believe me. I was not happy.

Well, this was an interesting dream.
I was complaining to this woman and her son about how "it" wasn't much of a challenge.
"What's not much a challenge,"the woman inquired.
"This! All this! This...dream...All these dreams are so dull and boring! The last time I told anyone in the Dream World it was a dream, they laughed and made it seem like I was the idiot for not knowing from the very start!"
We heard a gasp and her son looked worried.
"I...I'm not real,"he asked, tears coming to eyes.
"Ah, jeez...,"I muttered guiltily.
His mother glared at me and said,"Thanks. Thanks for shattering the kid's hopes and dreams."
I explained things over to him and he seemed to start thinking that it was a good idea. After all, as long I'm not shot or something, the kid's hopes and dreams are intact.
"But, you know,"I said afterward,"there has to be one person that it would actually infuriate if they found out I was dreaming."
The woman pointed towards me and said,"Uh, like that?"
All of a sudden, I felt someone attack me from behind and bite my arm--hard.
"What the ----?!"
Surprised, I turned and saw my mother, an angry look in her eyes. I wanted to laugh.
"This is what I'm talking about! Even in my dreams, you're a pain to deal with!"
More snarling.
"Haha! Please. If you think attacking me means I'm going to consider this dream a nightmare, you have another thing coming."
More biting.
"Okay, now you're pissing me off."
I picked her up and body slammed her down onto the ground. I bent down low and murmured," You ain't got nothing on the real thing."
Then, I "woke up".
I looked around and sighed in relief. It was just a stupid dream. I glanced at my arm and saw a huge bite mark. Infuriated, I stormed out my room to complaint about it. Then, I woke up for real.

I was sitting with three DCs, when all of a sudden I thought of the doctor, who had talked to me about how the DCs in my dreams didn't get upset that they weren't real. My skepticism was apparent as I asked all three of the DCs,"Am I dreaming?"
"Of course not,"said the one to the right.
"You might be,"said the one in the middle.
"Of course you are,"said the one to the left.
My indecisiveness was also apparent as I ended up losing lucidity and almost bought some stupid $494 autograph.
None of them seemed upset that I had asked this question, yet all had a different response. Somehow, I think this might symbolize something.

This was one of the most interested non-lucid dreams I've had in a long time. I always figured if I had a zombie apocalypse dream, it would be more akin to a nightmare. This dream...was not.

I was sitting with my parents and these two twin girls, Lisa and Ana. The girls were good friends of mine in the dream, or at least Ana was. Her sister was the snobby type that I could have done without. Regardless, all five of us sat there discussing the shocking news.
The zombie apocalypse had finally reared its ugly head--and it had done so in the most quiet manner ever. On the television, the news anchor explained that only about several hundred people had been infected by the "zombie virus". There were no corpses rising out of graves. Once fully dead, always dead.
These zombies were different.
In the dream, no one knew how the infection had started and it didn't really matter. All everyone knew was that the victim's skin would slowly turn a pale green, then a puke color. Their eyes would eventually go bloodshot from the nauseating madness that was overpowering their minds. Then, the only thing left in them was the urge to bite and kill. All this took several agonizing hours. Becoming a zombie was not quick by any means in my dream.
Daddy turned off the television and looked at us. Ever the hard worker, he quickly explained that we needed special artillery.
"There is a type of gun,"he explained,"that can kill a zombie with just a few shots, sometimes even one."
The gun would absorb any sort of water and turn the organs into dust. It was a very internal death, with no outward signs of affect.
We all went and gathered the conveniently placed guns, save Lisa. Who fervently refused to move from her spot.
"I've got more important things to worry about than some fake zombies,"she explained with a flip of her brunette hair.
Her sister and I gazed at her with disbelief.
"Lisa, you need to stay with us,"Ana pleaded. It was safest to stay in groups, and houses weren't exactly zombie proof.
"How about you shut up?"
I gave her a look and muttered,"How about you get back down to Earth, moron? This is reality, not fantasy."

As I had remembered that part of the dream, I cracked up.

Lisa, however, was not to be swayed.
The next thing I know, the artillery was gathered and we headed back to the living room. What we met was a shocking surprise. There, on the couch, was a twitching Lisa. In the short amount of time we had left, zombies had broken in and bit her nearly to death. We had no time for mourning. All of us quickly shot the zombies that were crouched over Lisa, their mouths frothing. Momma seemed especially amazing as she calmly shot three in the head, instantly killing them. Ana avenged her sister's demise by killing several of the monsters herself. With tears in her eyes, she shot her sister, mercifully sparing her the pain of the transformation. Hours went by, as more zombies crept in.
I had ran out of firepower, and needed to go get some more. Foolishly, I went outside alone. Miraculously, I was not harmed and no zombies ambushed me. However, I had apparently taken far longer than I had expected. There, sprawled across the floor, was my dear friend. She was dead, killed by her own bullet.
Momma looked at me sadly and murmured,"She took down more than any of us. Even after she was bitten, she still fought. Until, it became too difficult. Then, she killed herself."
There were no zombies in the room, only the faint stench of decay and an overwhelming feeling of melancholy.
I felt too numb to move and the shock of losing Ana was almost too much for me to handle.
My depression would have to wait, though, as my dad cleared his throat and said,"Um, Ash, we have company."
I looked up from the spot I standing on and saw a good looking guy around my age just several feet away. He had shaggy, brown hair and was a faint green. He had been infected. I aimed the gun and shot twice.
"W-wait! I haven't been fully turned yet,"he explained.
Apparently, he had fought off his transformation for several hours. That in itself was astounding, but he admitted himself that it was taking its toll on him.
"I...I really don't feel all that well anymore,"he weakly explained.
"Well, being shot twice in the chest can do that to you,"I sarcastically replied.
He smiled and exclaimed,"Well, don't you have a way with words, Miss Redhead."
If the situation wasn't so serious, I might have blushed. The guy seemed pretty nice. We talked for a few more minutes, until he finally seemed resigned to his fate.
"Before I lose my sense of reason, please kill me,"he pleaded. This time, I was a bit hesitant. However, the poor guy was suffering and could not fight the infection much longer. I shot him several times and he slowly crawled to the couch.
As he lay there, dying, he muttered that he could feel the process of dehydration. I had to head out to put up the guns, assuring my parents that I would be okay.
I turned to the guy, who clearly did not have much time left, and asked,"What is your name?"
"...Thomas."
What an old fashioned name. I looked at him for a moment more, then left.
A few minutes later, I returned. My new found friend was no more, my parents explaining that they had called for help and the bodies were in another room. I thought about Ana, Lisa, and even Thomas. How if it wasn't for the idiot who first got infected, they would still be here. All this left me completely speechless. Then, I began to cry.

I immediately wrote down this dream when I woke up. Not one part of it could be omitted and I spent about an hour recalling even the most minute of details. I haven't had such an interesting dream since that recurring one about that seer.

This was a very interesting dream!

Non-Lucid Part

I'm playing some version of a Kingdom Hearts game and I'm in Destiny Islands. All of a sudden, I see this portal. Not being one to back down from a portal, all three characters--Sora, Donald, and Goofy--go through the portal. As per my controling them, of course.
The next thing I know, I'm playing as Riku and every single Kingdom Hearts and Final Fantasy character is trying to kill me!
I'm thinking,"Oh, crap, Oh, crap..." as I try to turn every which way. There are portals, but no! They're on the other side of those as well. Finally, I see this ocean like portal. Think of Moses opening up the ocean and it's starting to part. Only this time the bad guys get through! Thankfully, that headache of a dream ends and the next thing I know, I'm running away from some threat with my younger brother. We see this small, yellow house and hide behind it. We're talking about what we're going to do about this threat--must not have been much of one because I don't even remember what it was. I see a gigantic tub of red Play-Doh near us and I valiantly offer to carry it up this nearby hill and place it next to a tree where it will protect us.
Uh, right.
As I set it down, I realize I'm dreaming.

Lucid Part

"Oh my, I'm dreaming,"I murmur. I glance over at my brother and don't want to leave him, but I can't see any more threats. I walk over and explain that I'm leaving. He just nods and tells me to be careful.
The next thing I do is get on a motorcycle. I suddenly remember that I should probably stabilize my dream.
"Stabilize! Clarity now!"
I'm looking around at all the tall, silver skyscrapers and the people driving their cars. Riding this motorcycle isn't as exciting as running really fast--which I love to do in dreams.
"Wait a minute,"I think," shouldn't I be more excited that I'm riding a motorcycle and lucid dreaming?"
I never have to worry about waking up from excitement because I'm really, really calm in my dreams.
I don't press on this any furthur and just continue to ride my motorcycle. Why should I worry about something that needs no worrying?
Finally, I stop at this hospital in the city. As I walk in, some of the people glance over. A few of them even smile. Being the courteous person that I am, I return the smile. I want to talk to one of them, but I'm not sure which one to talk to. Finally, I see this older woman doctor with big glasses and dyed reddish brown hair. I ask to speak to her privately and we walk into her slightly cluttered office. She has a bunch of doctor certificates and diplomas on her wall. As soon as she shuts the door, though, I get severely tongue-tied.
"I..I...I d-don't k-know...how...how to say this, b-but--"
"--But this is all a dream,"she brightly exclaims.
I'm flabbergasted. She continues to smile and waits for me to say something.
"H-How,"I finally blurt out.
"Well, of course all of us would know."
I faintly think of all the stories about DCs crying when someone tells them it's all a dream. The stories of them denying it, or even worse, beating the dreamer up.
"Shouldn't all of you be upset or deny it...Or beat me up?"
She looks at me for a moment and says," Of course not. Why should we beat you up or deny what we already know is the truth?"
"But, still...You...aren't real."
"So? Like you've said yourself before, we may not be real, but we still exist. You don't have to be real to exist."
I am pondering that comment and I realize that I have said that.
"Besides, you're always very nice to us and considerate to how we might feel when you change things around. It would be rude to beat you up or call you a liar."
I know she's right, but it still feels weird.
"Never mind all that though. Would you like to come overfor some supper?"
I nod and go eat at her house. I can't remember the rest, but I know that I was lucid throughout the entire thing.

After I woke up and wrote the dream down, I fell back asleep and had another lucid dream. Sadly, I only remember a little and for a very good reason.

The Second Lucid Part
"Heck, yes! Another lucid dream," I exclaim.
My sister glances at me and asks,"Are you going to write this one down as well?"
I smirk and exclaim,"No need. The last one was so awesome that there is definitely no reason to write this one down."
Then, I remember that Scarlett Johansson was there but nothing else.
I have never had two lucid dreams in the same night before.

Before I fell asleep, I fervently said over and over,"Please tell me I'm dreaming!"
Anyways, I fall asleep and the next thing I know, a woman is saying,"Uh, you wanted to know you're dreaming. Ashley, you're dreaming! C'mon! I did what you said to do!"
"Man, shut up!"
"...What?! This is what I get for being nice? Pfft. Whatever. Go and be a moron for all I care."
So...That lucid dream attempt went down in shambles.

The next thing I know, I'm in my backyard and my father and younger brother are out in the shop. I say hello but they don't really acknowledge me. The next thing I know, a black cat is insulting me in the most awesome manner ever ( I really wish I remembered all that he said). I never got his name, but I get a strong feeling it was probably Vameel. The fact that a cat was talking should have been a dead give away that I was dreaming. -_-

I don't remember all the details except of how wonderful it felt to be at the ocean.
I was a teenage boy in the dream. I don't remember ever being a different gender before in a dream, so this was a first time experience! I had sandy blond hair and I was fairly good looking. I was on summer vacation and I was enjoying playing some games (I think it was ring toss) at the fair. This girl came up to me and I thought she was cute, but not my type. She seemed pretty friendly, though, so we hung out that day. Later, I told her I was tired as we sat near a rocky area overlooking the ocean. So, I lay my head on her lap and just gazed at the ocean and all the clouds. I was near my favorite type of place in the world--a large body of water--and it was almost about to rain (which is my favorite type of weather). I didn't really pay much attention to the girl at this point, though I sincerely appreciated that I didn't have to get up and waste my time trying to find a pillow. I just remember that I kept falling asleep and then waking up to the sounds of the waves and the occasional clap of thunder in the distance. When I woke up, I felt a sense of loss. I always feel a sense of loss when I have a dream involving a large body of water.

I thought I was awake and I went into my dad's room (where the computer is) and my sister was in there watching a movie. Since she was watching it on the computer, I couldn't get on. I didn't care about what she was watching but I do know that it was a live action program and there was probably about 20 minutes left of it. I sat on the bed and said,"You know, I was supposed to get on after Ross. Hurry up and finish that stupid high school show." She said okay and I woke up.

This dream occurred on July 10, 2011.

I was driving my car--for those interested, it is a 2002 Ford Taurus--and occasionally gazing at the scenery. I live in a small Southern town, so all I really saw was a post office and one of many churches. Eventually, I got to the area where I should have stopped at a crossroad, but it was a curve instead. In the dream, it always was a curve, and so I didn't think much of it. I continued driving and admiring the scenery. By now, I saw mostly summery green pastures and trees. Plus cows. Lots of cows. Once again, nothing new. All of a sudden, I saw a girl with short brown hair walking down the road. I slowed to a stop and thought she was one my sister's friends (for some reason, I was thinking it was Sakura Kinomoto from Cardcaptor Sakura) from school. I wanted to ask her if she knew where my little sister was. Then, closer examination revealed that it was actually my ten year old sister, Caitlin, that I had been looking for. I immediately made her get in the car because I had been very worried about her. As she reluctantly got in, I thought," She did it again. Why does she constantly try to go to his house?"
I guess we drove back, because the next thing I know, we are in the kitchen and I am reprimanding her for running away again. In the dream, she had been known to run off to a friend's house or just continue walking down the road. I had no idea why.
Clearly annoyed, I ask," Katie, why do you always run off to that boy's house or down the road like you don't have any sense?!"
Also clearly annoyed, she says," When have you ever cared before?!" I'm in absolute disbelief and I explain," Of course I care. I'm your older sister. You were gone so long this time and everyone was worried. I was sent to look for you. Please don't run off again." She reluctantly agrees and I am pleased with her answer, though in my heart I know she is going to do it again. Then, I woke up.