Thread: Lucid Files From Oneironaut's Matrix

I've noticed that a lot of people have been making alternate journals with just their lucid dreams. I like that idea, so I'm going to start one of my own. It's backdated to my first journal entry here at DV, so it may take me a little while to get caught up.

Blue text is for lucidity, and once I get up to my most recent dreams, Green text is for outside comments.

01/19/2005
"Breakthrough in lucidity."

I had to save a friend of mine, travelling through some large, murky cave to do it. The ground was all covered in dark green water, seemingly deep enough to get lost in if I'd fallen. Suspended in the air were many wooden platforms, that seemed they could be used to jump from one to the other, in order to get through this huge cave tunnel that seemed to stretch into the darkness for miles. I began running, and jumping from platform to platform, much like you'd see in a third person video game, and after a few minutes of not seeming to make much progress, the picture began to fade. And as it was doing this, I became lucid, realizing that I must be dreaming because I was getting pulled slowly out of (into) consciousness. The environment was beginning to fade. So I spun around a few times and opened my eyes, standing on a wooden plank and looking around this massive cave, completely lucid. Every detail was perfect, I could hear droplets of the murky water beneath me, feel the cool breeze that was coming in through the mouth of the cave. It as all too realistic. I couldn't believe it. The feeling of being surrounded by a world compeltely created by my mind was too much. Drawn then a little more into the dream aspect, I remembered my mission. So, instead of running and jumping from plank to plank, I looked down at the one beneath me and began to concentrate. I made the plank stretch out into a long bridge which ran into the darkness. It was f'ckin incredible! So I started running down this bridge, and then, still seeming to get not very far, I decided to try flying. Flying had always been hard, even since I was a little kid. But this time, I simply rose off of the wooden boards, slowly at first, but then took off like a rocket, flying down the long tunnel. Actually, I think it was that I was travelling so fast, why I woke up, but I never did find out how long that damn tunnel was. LOL. But that was my first, real, vivid, completely had a chance to stop and look around lucid dream.

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4/26/05
"Cassadaga"

Had my first lucid dream in months. It didn't seem to take long before I realized I was dreaming, though I can't remember what dream signs, if any, that I recognized. However I do remember that I used the Fingers Through Palm test to confirm my lucidity. And yup, my fingers sank straight through the palm of my hand. I remember that upon my conscious awakening, my first order of business was to enhance the experience. I was standing outside of what seemed to be the city of Cassadaga, the historically-famous Florida town of Spiritualists and psychic mediums that I live about 8 miles away from, and hadn't actually visited since yesterday while awake. (Pretty interesting place. Great spiritualist bookstore.)
It was midday in the dream, the sky a beautiful, but slightly distorted blue. I focused my mind and called out "Increase Lucidity!" gave a slightly tense blink of my eyes, and when I opened them, the world around me was as clear as I had actually woken up and stepped into the midday sun. Gorgeous, but not necessarily too bright. The trees were a canvas of autumn colors.
Next, just for good measure, I belted out "Lengthen Lucidity Time to Four Waking Hours!!" ('Ey, it was worth a shot, right? )
Unfortunately (very) I don't remember too much of the experience after that, though I do recall spending quite some time lucid, for the most part walking around and simply enjoying how amazingly my mind can simulate the waking world. And, although I don't quite remember the things I did, or DC's that I talked to, what sticks out mainly is doing RC's at three different times in the dream. First, putting my fingers through my palm when first gaining consciousness, then later, sticking my arm through the wall of what I think was a restauraunt, and again FTP, this time turning my hand over to see my fingers actually stick out the back of my hand. Now that I think of it, I did the FTP Again at the end of the dream, but no matter how hard I tried, my fingers wouldn't penetrate my skin. It was at time that I'd started to wonder if I'd woken up and was testing reality while already in the waking world.
I think it was this contemplation that caused me to wake up, but damn, its nice to be back in control after being out of it for so long.

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05/03/2005
"Airport Boulevard"
Last night's dream(s) are hazy, to say the least. Though (they) were quite vivid while I was having them. I don't remember much, though I do remember reaching a low level of lucidity. I was driving down Airport Blvd toward (whateverTF) the intersection is where a 7-11 sits. It was getting dark outside quickly. there were other people in the car, and the ambience was much like my old days of packing the Honda with friends and joyriding. Distracted in the dream by shooting-the-shit and playing around, I was having trouble staying on the road, actually swerving fully into the grass a few times, but not caring. Before I knew it, it was fully dark, and I made a right turn at the X-ing, and tried to turn on my headlights....and..Nothing! (surprise surprise!) At first, I was a little confused, so I kept trying. I even puled over on the side of the road cause I couldn't see, and kept trying the lights, to no avail. Finally, it hit me....the Lightswitch isn't working..I'm dreaming!! Lowest level of lucidity: reached. Though unfortunately, I was focused on making sure I woke up in time for my first day of work, so I completely forgot about exploring any lucidity further, and began to squeeze my eyes shut and then snapped them open to wake myself up.

07/21/2005
Lucid dream, but the events are hazy. In one scene (or full dream) the area seemed to be centered upon a central hub/room. It was from this room that each door led to another scene. Coming in and out of this room were various dream characters, including a pair of girls that I hit it off with a lot of the time. We knew going into one of the alternate world/rooms would be dangerous. There was a field, dungeon rooms, and a bunch of other shit. I cannot remember the villain(s) in the dream as of now, but there was a lot of action to be had, I know that. I also remember a single reality check I did. Not sure whether I was still dreaming or not, walking with Cierra, someplace outside, I looked up toward the sun, that was just beginning to set over the horizon. With the hunch I was dreaming, I held out my right hand to the sun, and focused, pulling my hand downward a little. The sun began to set faster. Reversing my mental influence on the sun, I drew it back up a little, seeing it shine brighter through the clouds as I helped it to unset. I was definitely dreaming. After becoming lucid, I don’t remember too much more, but it was a very interesting dream, nonetheless, from what I do remember.

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07/26/2005
"Searching for the Crossroads"

Probably my longest lucid dream ever last night, though I don’t remember all the details. We were at a pool party. Don’t know who exactly the “we” is, however I know that Yarixa was in some, or all, of this dream. Being completely oblivious to the fact I was dreaming, I heard someone finally shout something about dreams and dreaming (was it Des?) And it was as if a light switch had been turned on. I did a couple of reality checks to make sure, and lo’ and behold, I was dreaming. “Hey Everybody!!!” I shouted in the center of the public pool facility. “I’m Lucid!!!!” And of course, as usual, everyone just kinda looked around like “…Huh?” The visual resolution to my dream increased like it usually does when I go lucid. So, without bothering to say another word, or take the time to put the rest of my clothes on, I bent my legs, cast my eyes to the night sky, and launched straight up into the air, a la Neo, with the intent on finding the Crossroads. Flying was great (isn’t it always?) but I never did end up finding the crossroads. Though I think I got as close as the Desert. So finally, somewhere in the middle of nowhere, I landed, and thought I’d try teleporting. Closing my eyes, I began to phase out of sight with concentration, determined to make my destination the Lucid Crossroads. I could feel my existence flickering like an old, worn out light bulb, but every time I opened my eyes, I was still standing in the middle of nowhere. So I figured I’d try spinning. So I spun around over and over, and instead of reaching the Crossroads, I ended up in another Scene, some hotel (party?) where a bunch of my friends were hanging out. Old red-headed Phil was there (which is cool cause I haven’t seen him in years.) And we were sitting around smoking, drinkin, having a good time. At this point, I was still lucid, and if I remember correctly, I was showing off, doing things like putting my hand through walls and stuff. Every now and then, someone would tell me that my hand wasn’t really going through the wall, even though I could look down and see that it was, giving me the impression that they were trying to imply I was crazy. Lol. Sooner or later, of course, the cops showed up as everyone is just about leaving (those guys can even ruin a good time in the Dream World. Lol. ..amazing.) So of course, everyone is all freaking out, and those people that were leaving with me piled into my car. (My friend Aaron was there, also.) So we start to leave the hotel complex, and flashing lights appear behind me. By this time, I’d lost my lucidity, (g’damn police -_-) and was sure we were all busted, as I was drunk ‘n high, had a car full of people, and a hotel room that was just left trashed. So when the cop pulls me over and tells me to get out of the car…he ends up asking me if I knew anyone who drove a white car (the color of mine) that was a Different Make and Model, because this person was wanted in connection with a serious crime. A little shocked, I told the officer “no,” and he said “ok, sorry about the inconvenience. You guys have a nice day.” …And he left.


….Lol.

08/01/2005
“Staring down the barrel of lucidity…and too afraid to embrace it.”

Things started off at a sort of get-together with a few friends, lounging around and watching T.V. for the most part. The house looked like my old home in Canterbury, without all the furniture. (People were pretty much just sitting on the floor.) But as the dream went on, the scenery became more and more erratic. If I can remember correctly, I asked about someone, a female, and someone answered with; “Oh, she’s right over there.” And as I turned, there was a big ugly monster in the living room also. I wish I could remember who this was representing, (and that I would have realized this as a dream sign) but I have my suspicions of who it was. Suddenly, the scenery changed.

Most of us were now outside, and the house was on a hill. (I need to note this, as I’ve seen this same house/hill/street combination in about three dreams, but don’t recognize them from waking life.) As people were leaving, only about three of us remained. (Though it was night, and I can’t remember which of my friends were there.) We were standing outside the house talking, when a van drove by slowly and started to continue on down the hill. All of a sudden, it threw itself in reverse, and we all had just enough time to see a pistol stick out through the passenger side window before we all scattered. Shots range out while we ran, the neighborhood beginning to look more like Canterbury (the neighborhood I used to live in) as we sprinted through it. Though we came to a picket fence connected to a house that, strangely, reminded me of an old neighbor’s house who’s fence we were constantly climbing over while playing when I was little. (this house was in a completely different neighborhood, and I haven’t even thought about this house since I was a child.) While running toward it, I noticed that one of my friends were still behind me, keeping up. As we approached the tall fence, still running full speed, I began to worry that taking the time to climb over it would get me shot. Then, for one fleeting moment, I questioned: “What if…..?” Without a second thought, I jumped into the air, placing my hands on the top of the 8’+ tall fence and vaulted over it without the rest of my body touching it at all. I paused on the other side after landing just as my friend landed beside me, having done the same. I was shocked and amazed at how easily we’d gotten over the obstacle. I believe that if I would have sat there for a moment longer, I would have recognized this as a dream and become lucid. But the gunfire started again, closing in from the other side of the fence. Wasting no more time, we continued running. (Missed Major Dream Sign #2)

Seeing headlights as we emerged on a parallel street, I dove to the grass, my friend jumping behind a tree that seemed to small to hide his body. The headlights and more stray gunfire passed over me, and when I could get away with it, I jumped up and ran to the tree to grab my friend and keep running. But he refused to move and said: “No, I hear them coming,” and opted to stay behind the ridiculously slender tree. But he was right, as I heard footsteps in the grass. I ducked into a nearby porch, sliding as much into the shadows as I could. Through the holes in the patchwork fence, I saw two pairs of legs coming closer, one of the men holding a sawed-off shotgun down by one thigh. They happened to stop right near the opening of the porch, right in my line of sight, though they weren’t looking toward me. Instead, they were looking in the direction of the tree my friend was behind. It was at this point that I knew I had to do something before they either shot @ the tree or turned and looked into the porch and saw me. With my attention on the shotgun, I suddenly ran out of the shadows, prepared to grab the gun as quick as I could and try to take both men down before the second man got a shot off. One hand grabbed the shotgun, pushing the barrel away to the surprise of the enemy. Almost simultaneously, my other hand flew toward the side of the man’s face to blind-side him and start a desperate combination with the intention of disarming him. But before impact, I met the invisible wall of lag that usually hinders my fighting when I’m dreaming but not lucid. (G’damnit I hate that.) Forgetting the gun for a moment, I tried to hit him over and over, each time meeting the subconscious barrier that felt like trying to punch through water. (Probably because, subconsciously, part of me never wants to have to clock someone, even when I know its necessary.)

It was Then, that I finally realized I was dreaming, complete lucidity hitting me for a fraction of a second. Though, I was still in such a state of survival instinct, that when the two men laughed sinisterly because I couldn’t fight them, and the first raised the shotgun barrel up toward my chest, my momentary lucidity caused my reflexes to respond to the threat by exiting the dream and waking myself up, before I could think of anything else to do. (Hey…I had a shotgun aimed at me…shut up. )

But, I woke up, staring at the ceiling. Knowing that there were so Many other ways I could have kept the lucidity going if I hadn’t pulled the plug. And of course there is only one thing to say when something like this happens:
“………..DAMNIT!!!”

It's probably just me but I find that everything gets messy when you have seperate DJ's for Lucidity.

Originally Posted by Jdeadevil

It's probably just me...

Probably. Hehe.

No, but seriously. You may have a point. What I might do is put this in Lucid Experiences, instead.

I'll worry about that, when I'm done, though.

10/10/2005

I'm not sure whether I had any dreams that I remember before my alarm clock first went off. I reset for about another 30 mins and went back to sleep. During that time, I remember dreaming something that had to do with all of the catastrophes that have been going on. There was no distinct sign as to what city I was in, but by the surroundings, it reminded me of N.O. Which would have made perfect sense. I remember standing up on a highway overpass, looking down at the destroyed city around me, rescue workers and city officials doing whatever it is they do, down below. I don't remember if the scene changed, or if this was later on in the same dream, but it seems that I was drawn down underground. There was a subterranean cave, and I was being hounded by some villian.

The villian himself was quite an interesting character, somewhat of a mix between Kadaj, Zhoul (or whatever that demon from Ghostbusters' name was) and some other ambiguous, and rather feminine, badguy. In comparing him to Zhoul (not even sure that is the name, but oh well) this guy had control of those two demon dog things from the movie. He was apparently trying to change me into one of them. I spent some time fighting against these two massive hounds, a battle which I can only remember Happened, but can't recall any details of it. Anyway, I know that by the end of the fight, one of these "things" had pinned me to the ground on my back, a huge paw pressed down onto my chest. It was looming over me in an attempt to transform me into one of these 'hound' things, which was obviously done by positioning it's jaws over my mouth and transferring a glowing energy from it's throat into mine. Of course I was kicking and screaming and keeping my face out of the direct range of this beat's gaping, toothed, mouth, all while listening to this "flamboyant" villian tell me to "Oh, relax. It's not like I'm going to kill you. You'll just be under my control. Quit acting like it's the end of the world." This only heightened my rage and anxiety, though no matter how hard I tried, I could not get from under the claws of this beast.

Though I don't think I was ever turned, writhing and protesting under the weight of this animal, I woke up to the chaotic blend of my alarm, and my dad opening my door and calling to me from the hallway to get up. Now, disoriented as I was, still thinking about and trying to hold on to the events of the dream I'd just had, I staggered out of bed, hardly aware of the looming silouhette of my dad standing in the backlit doorframe of my room out of the corner of my eye. This alone should have struck me as weird, because my folks haven't just Opened my door since I was a child, but I was still fighting off the effects of waking up from a strange dream, so I thought nothing of it. Reaching blindly up over my head, I reached for my ceiling fan light to turn it on. I clicked it once and nothing happened, but I thought nothing of it and pulled on the other cord, thinking that I'd pulled the fan switch by mistake. When I pulled the second cord, nothing happened then, either. It wasn't until I looked up above my head, and noticed, not only that the light never turned on, but that there were actually TWO ceiling fans and light fixtures over my head, both fans running in sync with each other, side by side, that I realized this was a false awakening. Instantly concerned with whether or not I was oversleeping, this realization brought me immediately out of the FA, and I woke up for real.

God, I love WBTB (and melatonin)!

Huge post ahead:

[Here's the abridged version, for those who don't wanna read the whole thing:
Lucid while in a boat. Went for a walk on water and flight. Tried to do Santa task but couldn't make it snow. Looked for sex. Created door/portal. Lost lucidity and regained numerous times. Met really hot girl who looked like Salma Hayek. Great lucid sex. Ended up back on the lake in a boat with her this time. She gets kidnapped. Fly to some huge mountain. Try to dodge an arrow at it kills her. Time rewinds. Save her this time but she gets shot in the hand instead. Went psycho-lucid-killer on the badguys, using TK.]

12/27/2008
”Lakeview Lucidity”

(I really brought lucidity back with a vengeance! I took some b6 and melatonin before bed, but then I woke up at 6, after ‘dreamless’ sleep, and came to browse DV for a little while. Knowing I had a few more hours to sleep, I turned on the brainflooder for a little while, popped another melatonin and went back to bed. I couldn’t resist smoking a bowl, though, which may be why my recall is so shoddy (which seems a little ironic, considering the size of the post, but I know there is a lot I’m leaving out). The main factor, though, is probably just that this dream was so damn long. It just seemed to go on and on, and I kept losing and re-gaining lucidity, throughout. I tried, numerous times, to stop and run over the events that were happening in the dream, just so I could remember them all when I woke up, and I believe I got most of it. But there were some points where I was just like “There is no way in hell I’m going to remember all this,” and I just quit trying. Enough of that, though, and on to the dream…)

The first thing I remember is sitting in a boat, talking to someone. It was night time, and we were on a lake right outside of an apartment complex. Looking out over the water, toward the moon, I could see a bunch of alligators on top of the water. By on top, I mean literally - as in they were walking on top of the water, instead of just breaking the surface. I pointed this out to whoever was in the boat with me, which I think might have been Todd, and instantly realized I was dreaming. Though a little apprehensive about the pitch-black water around us, I stepped out of the boat and started walking across the water. Again, it felt like real water under my shoes, as if I wasn’t standing on it, but more like floating with my feet just barely touching the surface. While standing on the water, I looked down at my hands to ground myself into the dream. My fingers looked like they were tied in knots. From there, I started flying, ascending over the lake and heading toward the apartments beside it. I went phasing through the walls and doors, trying to find something interesting to do. Nothing really seemed to come to mind, immediately, and then I thought of the Tasks of the Month. It still took me a moment to remember what the tasks were, but I remembered that one of them was to ride on Santa’s sleigh. Heading outside, I flew up to the roof, which was actually quite tough to land on because it had one of those high-angled, church-type rooftops, and my feet kept trying to slide down it. I got to the top, though, and looked out over the lake.

It was dark out, but a pretty clear night. And warm. It didn’t seem very Christmas-y, and I really wanted to set the mood, if I was going to try to summon Santa and/or his sleigh. I began to visualize winds coming in from my right, and a blanket of snow streaming down over the grass and dark water of the lake. The winds slowly began to pick up, and I was sort of directing it in as if I was using telekinesis. I would focus on drawing it in from the right, inhaling and tensing a bit as I drew my hands from right to left. Then, relaxing, I sifted my hands back over to the right again, then drawing back to the left while ‘pulling’ the wind across the scene. I could hear waves being born on the lake, growing with intensity, the more I tried to pull the snow and winds in. All I was able to get were a few dashes of white on the dark surfaces beneath me. No true snow storm. Finally, I figured that I was using up too much energy in trying to do this, and I wanted to have some fun with this lucid before it was over. After a few more tries I gave up, and floated back down off the roof.

Wandering aimlessly, trying to think of something epic to do, I began to get a little…anxious…and wondered if I had time for a quickie, and if I could pull one off without waking up. I started phasing in and out of the apartments again, looking for a hot DC chick to have sex with. Going through one of the hallways, I came across a group of roughneck-looking guys with a basketball. They were coming my way and I just didn’t feel like dealing with them so, when they got within range, I just jumped up and hovered over them, touching down lightly, behind them, as they passed. They all turned around and looked at me in shock, and I just kept on going, trying to find a good lucid lay. I had no luck, though. All of the apartments were more or less abandoned. I did come across one heavyset man that was cleaning one of the apartments. A bit curious as to how he would answer, I asked him - as if he were a separate entity from myself - to tell me something about the universe. I can’t remember what he answered or what, exactly, I asked him.

Phasing through objects seemed to get harder. I was beginning to get ‘stuck’ in things and really have to push my way through them. I thought there had to be a better way of getting around. I didn’t want to try spinning, since that usually makes the whole thing deteriorate and puts me at the risk of waking up, so I wanted to try another way. I remembered the ‘door’ method I used back in my “Water Dragon” dream, and decided to give it a shot. I put my hand down on the carpet and visualized a thin plank of wood materializing beneath my palm. A long, translucent strip came into view, beneath my hand, as if I was pressing it down into the floor. The strip gained solidity, to where it was no longer see-through, and I pulled my hand upward, the strip elongating into a brown wooden door. When the door was as tall as I was, I let it go, and it stood there in front of me. Before I really had time to suggest to myself what I wanted to find behind the door, I absent-mindedly reached out and opened it, already beginning to step through.

I was now in someone else’s house and was surrounded by a Spanish family. It was daytime now, and the sun shone in through the windows. I don’t remember exactly when, but it was sometime around here that I first lost lucidity. There was an adorable little baby boy, with a little beanie on, and I picked him up and sat down in a chair with him on my lap. Immediately, it was if I had been a friend of the family for a long time. I started rocking the chair, holding the baby, and he began dozing off. I don’t remember if I met the girl first, or became lucid again first, but – somewhere around here – I realized I was dreaming again. Don’t know if anything triggered it or if it was spontaneous. There was now a girl there who looked just like a young Salma Hayek hanging around, and I immediately gravitated toward her. (I just saw her on Punk’d yesterday. Good gawd. ) I just hung out with her for a while, without really turning it into anything overtly sexual. She had to do something for her family involving tending to bees and wasps, and I helped her with that. I wasn’t afraid of the insects because I kept reminding myself it was a dream. Otherwise, I probably would have been terrified. Lol. She was really shy and reserved at first, which actually made me even more attracted to her, but she warmed up to me pretty quickly.

Next thing I know, we were waking up in an elegant, white room with two large beds. In the other bed was some huge guy, passed out. Her roommate or something I’m guessing. Don’t know exactly. We were both naked and she carried the white sheet with her as she got up and went over toward the bathroom. I followed her and walked up behind her, sliding my arms around her and kissing her neck while I talked to her. She seemed to forget her original reason for getting up as I guided her over to a short countertop, somewhat sit/standing against it, pulling her back against me.(<--So awesome that I found such an accurate picture. Heh.) I could tell she was getting hot, the way she leaned her head back into me while I kissed her neck. My hands traced down her stomach and played along her pelvis. They started to go lower and she kind of shifted, apprehensively. I backed off a little and kept kissing her neck and shoulder. Obviously feeling the intoxication, he was a little more inviting, the next time my hand fell between her legs. She reached back, between our bodies, and took hold of me - rubbing and feeling me get harder in her hand. Then, she arched her back and pulled me down beneath her, sitting back and pushing me inside her from behind, my hand still working around front. As we had sex, I periodically looked over her shoulder, seeing that the DC - who was supposed to be sleeping - was now pretending to be asleep, and failing miserably. I could see him watching us through squinted eyes, not sure whether or not she noticed. I didn’t really care, though, knowing this was just a dream. The sex was great, though. Hot shit.

Around here, the dreaming became really erratic. I kept changing scenes and losing – then regaining - lucidity. Periodically, I would stop and try to remember everything that happened in the dream, starting back from being in the boat. Then, I would find myself somewhere/sometime else, and lose lucidity all over again. At one point, I was back at the lake, in the boat. I was with ‘Salma,’ this time, and we were just rowing along aimlessly. We were talking about something and something triggered some clarity. It hit me in the middle of a sentence and – though I forgot how the sentence began – my last few words were “…because this is still just a dream!” I was lucid again. I started to fly like I had in the beginning, since it was just so much damn fun. I went up really high and then free-fell down toward the lake. Just before impact I braced myself and focused on not entering the water. Instead, I hit the water like it was a water bed, sinking just a bit and jiggling around on the surface.

‘Salma’ and I hung out and, sometime after this, she ended up getting kidnapped. I had to fly to some far off place to get the guys that had her, and I remember streaking across a large city at night. Before I knew it, I was ascending some high, rocky tower and flying was getting more and more difficult. I was starting to just hover for a while and descend. So, I stuck to jumping great lengths and climbing the mountainous tower on hand at foot. It was really intense, because large pieces of stone kept crumbling under my weight and dropping down to the earth far below. Lucid or not, I didn’t like how little control I had, and being so high made me a bit nervous. I made my way into the tower through a tiny opening in its face. Inside, I chased down the guys that had ‘Salma,’ and got her back. One of the men shot at me with a crossbow, and I was able to jump aside just as the arrow went passed me…right into ‘Salma’s’ back, killing her.

Immediately (and involuntarily, actually) I was able to somehow rewind the scene. The villain drew the crossbow again and fired. This time I tried to catch the arrow. I was only able to grab the back end of the shaft, though, and the arrow was deflected slightly; away from ‘Salma’s’ back, and stabbing her, instead, in the hand.

After this, I turned the tables on the villains. My dream control increased significantly, just out of annoyance, and I was able to easily fly again. I rose up from the ground with my arms at my sides, pretty pissed off at this confrontation. Slowly, I began flying after them as they ran, stalking them, picking them up with telekinesis and throwing them all over the hallways. I don’t remember exactly what I ended up doing to them in the end, though.

Nice man ive had 6 Almost lucid dreams and 1 short shitty 2 secs lucid dream which is alot like ure FA it was actually an FA for me too lol you know melatonin what does it do? and where can i find it?

Originally Posted by maxy126

Nice man ive had 6 Almost lucid dreams and 1 short shitty 2 secs lucid dream which is alot like ure FA it was actually an FA for me too lol you know melatonin what does it do? and where can i find it?

Melotonin is a natural chemical that the brain produces to help you go to sleep. It is basically what helps your body run through its natural sleep cycles, and what makes people tend to get tired when it's dark (it's released by the brain when it's dark). Taking supplemental melatonin helps you to be more likely to sleep heavily, so it helps keep you asleep when, in a more alert state, you might have waken up.

I would always suggest trying some of the site's suggested methods of staying in the dream first, if you haven't. But, if you're looking for something to help you stay asleep (getting to those longer REM periods that come at the end of a good night's sleep), melatonin is a nice, safe, alternative.

Ok thx for the info i had a real vivid dream last night and became lucid beacuase it went black and white and then i just felt i cud control the dream like sway it in different directions its so werid i find it hard to control my ody when im lucid like last night felt like i was stupidly drunk i was trying to walk into the public toliets and it was SOOO fucking hard i had to use all my strength on the walls gosh :O but im getting there man ill try and look for melation

01/21/2009
Dream One (a):
“Get Some!”

(This dream was amazing. I’d fallen asleep in my computer chair (), and when I woke up, it was about 3am. I figured I could do a WBTB, and so I hung out for a few minutes and then went to bed, auto-suggesting that I would realize when I’m dreaming.)

I was in someone’s apartment with a group of people. I don’t remember what happened in the very beginning, but I soon began to suspect I was dreaming. I walked over to the window and put my hand on it. It resisted at first, but soon it bubbled outward and my hand began to phase through it. I now knew I was dreaming and put my other arm up, pushing out and walking through the glass. Outside, it was a bit overcast, and I just kind of looked around for something to do. I knew, immediately, that I didn’t know what the Tasks were, this month, so I just tried to think of anything fun to do. (I kept looking down at my hands, all throughout this dream, which grounded me perfectly - and kept me from slipping out of the dream prematurely - many times. I also began singing that “Dreaming” song, by some female artist I can’t remember, quietly to myself, so my mind wouldn’t wander from the knowledge that I was dreaming.)

I walked over to a small pond and brought my hands down by my knees, I then whipped them up over my head, trying to force a telekinetic jet of water to shoot up from the pond. It didn’t work, though. I then focused my mind on the surface again, pushing my hands slowly out in front of me, like I was pushing a wall. A small hemi-sphere of water began denting inward as I pushed the surface of the pond down into itself. Nothing else to do was really coming to mind, aside from a few lucid tricks, so I decided to go see what the DC’s I’d been hanging out with were up to. I walked back to the apartment and went inside. There were two really cute girls and a couple of guys in there, and I just chilled for a bit and waited to see if anything interesting would come up. Later, the girls were making some cake in the kitchen, and the rest of us were passing through, periodically, just doing whatever else it was that we were doing. I stopped by one of the DC girls and just reached out and grabbed a huge handful of her ass, kinda pushing her up against the table. She turned around and we immediately started making out. We moved from the kitchen and into the living room and were about to just have sex on the floor. The other girl came in, and she was the really hot one, so I shifted from the other one to her, and was about to have sex with her instead, but when she started to take off her shirt, I saw that she actually had six boobs, instead of two. () They looked more like dog nipples than human. She also had a huge bit of stitch-work running down the side of her body, as if she had been ripped apart and laced back together. Needless to say, I went back to the girl I was already with and finished up.

Later, it had gotten dark and we went outside. There was a guy lying in the street by a van, and a bunch of onlookers standing around him. The guy had gotten the top half of his head chopped off, as if he’d been visited by Sylar, from Heroes. There was blood all over the concrete. A frightened woman in the crowd asked “Who did this?!” And someone else replied, “The Devil! It was the Devil!” By this time, fresh out of other ideas, I was in the mood for a good fight. I pushed through the crowd and said, “The Devil? Where is he? Which way did he go?” Then, I heard this loud, maniacal, almost demonic laughter coming from one of the balconies high above me. The man beside me pointed up and said “There! He went up there!” I looked up and saw a dark balcony. It was somehow more ominous than any of the others around it, and just seemed to scream evil. (It was like as if it was Halloween and none of the other balconies were decorated, but you just knew this one had a kickass haunted house inside of it, though I couldn’t see anything inside.) I jumped in the air and tried flying up to the balcony as everyone around me watched. I kept falling a few feet short, though, and would start sinking back to the ground. I tried over and over, but just couldn’t get up there. Finally, as if accommodating me, a large group of monsters of all type jumped down from the balcony and landed all around me. I don’t remember exactly what they looked like, but I know that they were all varied, and I believe they were all either famous movie monsters or just some of them were. I began to square off with a few of them and wondered, because of their numbers, if this was going to be a little more challenging than I thought.

Suddenly, I heard the laughing again, and looked over to one side. Walking toward me, through a break in the ring of monsters - and using his same old “damn I’m awesome” type of stride, with his hat brim low and his gloved hand held out to one side - was Freddy Krueger. He was grinning from ear to ear, of course (as usual) and I could tell he wasn’t here to make good on the promise he’d made in the last dream we'd met. He was here to kick my ass, with the aid of these other monsters. I said to him, “I thought you said you were going to help me when I needed you, from now on.” He just kept walking toward me, grinning, and said “Yeah…I know…I’m a real asshole, aren’t I?” He then raised his bladed glove and launched himself at me.

I grabbed his arm by the wrist and spun him around, throwing him one way as the rest of the monsters jumped in at me. The fight was absolutely insane. I was moving so fast, trying to keep from getting grabbed or slashed by them. I kept trying to use energy attacks, but they weren’t working quite right. I did get a couple of telekinetic “pushes” to work, and there was one time where I squared off with Freddy and I brought one hand to the side, igniting it with a large flame over my palm. Freddy actually did the same, matching me, and we threw fireballs at each other at the same time, both of us dodging the other’s attack. The monster horde closed in on me again, and it was more close-quarters melee. It got so fast and intense that I eventually felt the dream’s stability slipping from me.

(I woke up from the dream and immediately tried to jump back into it. Staying completely still, I fell back asleep.)


Dream One (b):
I was back in the apartment complex, and it was daytime again. I was with some of the people I had been with earlier, back in the apartment, and we were in a car that was backing out of a parking space. My ‘friends’ were telling me something about how people were talking about what I’d done (fighting off the monsters, earlier), and telling me that I was something of a neighborhood hero. Right around here, I was suddenly hit with the notion I was dreaming again. I lifted my arms up and stood up in the back seat, phasing the top half of my body through the car’s ceiling. I stood there, looking at my hands and trying to ground myself into the dream, while trying to think of something to do with lucidity while I had it.

Someone grabbed me from below, and when I looked back down, it seemed we now had a sunroof that I was standing through, instead of having just phased intangibly though the rooftop. They told me to watch out, because I was something of a target. I knew immediately that my ‘heroics’ earlier had proven me as something of a threat to the neighborhood gang(s). (Just one of those things where you suddenly “know” something, without it being explained in detail. I still don’t know if it was a single gang or just all of the neighborhood thugs together.) Just as he said this, I looked up at the grid of balconies and, from one, a lone rocket came streaking down toward me – proving, immediately, that the neighborhood gang(s) was heavily armed. I instinctively threw up my hands and tried to make a sort of ki force-field to block the rocket, but I wasn’t able to ‘materialize’ it. The rocket slipped right passed my hands – where the energy sphere was supposed to deflect it - and dropped right inside the sunroof of the car. I braced myself for the explosion, wondering, momentarily, if it would hurt. The rocket exploded, and it felt like harsh slap to my lower-right side.

Still in commission, I levitated upward, out of what was left of the sunroof, arms out to either side. Machine gun fire erupted from all angles, and I slowly lowered myself to the ground in front of the car which burned with all of my ‘friends’ inside. Far enough from the actual buildings to see where most of the gunfire was coming from, I held one palm up in front of me. Most of the gunfire seemed to be drawn to my palm, where it ricocheted off of my hand with just the slightest twinge of pain. It was a steady stream of bullets that I deflected, wheeling my arm slightly left and right, up and down, to block the firing from multiple directions. The thugs started streaming out toward me, at street level, and I started moving in toward them, in turn. I kept a hand out in front of me, at first, blocking the ongoing, rapid fire. I stalked them all down, closing my hand and grabbing a collection of bullets that had stopped against my palm. I then slung my arm out and killed one of the shooters with the mass of spent bullet tips. (I remember doing that in a previous dream, too, some time ago.) After a while, I stopped blocking with my hand at all, and I just let the bullets slam into me, wherever they would, and it felt like someone throwing pebbles at me – annoying, but ultimately ineffective. I could feel them hitting my chest, head and back, but I just kept on moving forward like I was Superman. I walked a few of them down, killing them either by hand or with telekinesis, and the rest of them scattered away from me.

There was a short time lapse, and all was calm once again. I was in another one of the apartments, along with a really cute, older Spanish woman. Her toddler son was playing in the room, and I just kind of sat there and watched them interact for a moment. She was telling me about how my “neighborhood hero” status had skyrocketed, after the ‘gang-war’ incident, and about how I’d brought a long-awaited peace to the complex. I believe we made out for a short while, after that, and the dream began unraveling again. When it was too far gone, I decided to let it go and just let myself wake up.

01/29/2009
Dream One:
"Shopped and Screwed"

I was in the Altamonte mall with my mom, and cousins Mario and Treasure. In one of the clothing stores, I was looking for a fedora hat. There was a massive hat rack, which was so big that I had to jump to reach some of them. A clerk came over and started talking about women and playing 'the game.' Another guy was working with him, and they went on and on for a while, talking about game, while I tried out hats and checked myself out in a nearby mirror. I ended up losing track of my mom and the others, but just kind of shrugged it off and figured I'd meet up with them later. Lots of time went by, and I finally decided to go search for them. One of the sales clerks - who thought I was intently listening to everything he had to say - seemed really pissed/disappointed, when I said "Ok, I'll catch you guys later" and walked off. Apparently, he'd thought his rap was going to get me to stick around and buy something. Heh.

The mall was absolutely packed with people, and my family was nowhere in sight. I just walked around aimlessly for a while, and tried to catch a glimpse of them. In doing so, I checked out a couple of other stores. I passed a piano store and thought about going in to play a few tunes (which I usually do in waking life), but decided against it. I finally bumped into them at the food court, sitting around a table. My mom was a bit pissed that they'd gone so long without me, but it was ultimately no big deal. Mario and Trea were having a discussion about dancing, and Mario was talking about how he wanted to learn to pop. I put in my two cents and showed him a move or two. Shortly after, I heard "Fall Into Me" by DJ Micro playing somewhere in the background and Mario and I went to go check it out. There were two guys that were practically raving in the middle of the mall, next to a boom box. Mario and I were just about to start busting out some moves of our own, but there were a bunch of little kids playing around the radio and they kept stopping the music. After a while, we just got frustrated with the brats and walked back to the table, and then we all strolled around the mall a bit more.

At some point, I saw something on a screen where a guy was getting tortured. He was tricked into a small room with mirrors all around him, in a circle, and a wooden floor. Every few moments, as he moved around and tried to find his way out, someone would sneak into the room through a trap door, and crack the guy over the head with something. Then they would remove a small, triangular section of the floor. When the victim 'came to,' he would see a piece of the floor moving, and a huge blade spinning beneath the room. Then, he would get hit again, by surprise, and the next time he looked up, a larger section of the floor would be missing. By the end, he was on one tiny triangle of wood, and the rest of the floor was this huge, whirling blade - like he was standing over a giant blender. I knew exactly what was going to happen next and, not wanting to see the guy get hacked up, I turned away from the screen and kept walking.

Shortly after this, I went to try on some clothes. Standing in the dressing room, I (for some unknown reason) reached out and touched the mirror. Suddenly, the mirror and the floor I was standing on rotated, and I slipped through a secret passageway. When I turned around, I noticed I was in the exact same room that I had just seen on screen; completely surrounded by mirrors, with the wooden floor beneath me that already had a triangular piece missing, exposing the huge blade below. Through immediate panic, I quickly deduced that I was dreaming. Relieved, I floated over the spinning blade and pressed my hands against the mirror on the opposite side of the room, phasing through it and back out into the mall hallway. I was on the second floor, and things felt extremely realistic. I touched the railing and (even after walking through a mirror) doubted my lucidity for just a moment. Then, regaining confidence, I jumped over the railing and landed softly on the first floor. I then began flying everywhere, but it was really hard to control my movements. It was like I was over-floating and having to push off of the walls and everything, as if I didn't have full flight control. I couldn't really think of anything fun to do (I find that to be a recurring problem with spontaneous lucidity), but my mind was easily swayed when I saw this really cute chick sitting on shoe-fitter's bench. I started messing with her a bit, and she warmed up to me easily. I sat down beside her, and was about to get a quickie in, when someone else came up behind us, reached around her, and kissed her before I did. She made this really disgusted face and said something like "...yeah...ok...great..Excuse me while I purge.." and then she just threw up all over the place, including getting some of it on my pants. With a face practically dripping with puke, she explained that it was the smell if cigarettes, coming from that guy, that made her throw up.

She got up from the bench and said she really needed to go wash up. There was a flight of stairs in a hallway behind us, and she went upstairs to use the bathroom. She came back down, a few seconds later, and said that the door upstairs was locked. Still completely aware I was dreaming, I focused on 'telekinetically' unlocking the door, and then I just said "Ok. It's unlocked now." She went back upstairs and washed off. Just as quickly, she came back down, completely clean, and we started getting it on, on the bench. I don't really remember the sex very much, but afterward, I found my cousin Mario again, and I was telling him about how hard it was going to be for me to remember everything that's been happening in this dream, after I wake up. I started listing off some of the events, just as a reminder. The dream faded shortly after that.


Dream Two:
"Twister Bomb"

I was with Todd, and we were driving through a Taco Bell drive-thru window. I was telling him about the previous dream, and seemed just completely uninterested. He kept trying to interrupt me with stories of his own. I already had food with me and, as he was ordering his own food, he kept asking me if he could have my food too, while he waited for his. I just kind of laughed at him.

Afterward, we were driving down a road, surrounded by wide-open plains. I was in the passenger seat of his Jeep. Suddenly, on my side, a missile came streaking through the air, running almost parallel to us, but angled just to our front. It dropped down maybe a mile in front of us and ignited a massive, nuclear explosion. After seeing the flash, I knew it wouldn't be long before we were hit with the shock wave. Before I had a chance to be truly terrified, I realized I was dreaming again. Still anticipating the shock wave, I kind of braced for it, knowing it was inevitable, but knowing that we could survive it, because it wasn't real. The shock wave then slammed into us, but ultimately did very little, as we kept on driving right through it. Ahead, I could see this huge, black column of a mushroom cloud, stretching up into the sky. Intrigued, I phased out of the Jeep, and went flying toward the enormous plume. The closer I got, the more I could see that the pillar of smoke was actually spinning like a tornado. It was absolutely fierce-looking. Instantly, I wanted to fly inside of it, and I pushed ahead as hard as I could. It seemed, though, that the winds (and equally as bad flight control) was causing me to miss it, even though it was big enough to take up my entire field of view. I kept just kind of shifting off to either side, and couldn't find my way inside of it. I just kind of flew around the mushroom cloud for a while, marveling at it.

Don't remember anything after that.

01/31/2009
Dream Two:
"Muggers Beware"

A bunch of us were hanging at my house, at night. I know Max and my ex were there, at least. There was a Christmas tree up, and there was a crazy, probably rabid, squirrel that was running around, inside the tree. It was sitting on a branch, when I walked passed the tree, and I half expected it to jump out toward me and maul me, but it didn't. It was holding on to something, but I don't know what it was. We ended up going outside. I remember pointing out that there was a small rainbow over my my neighbor's house. It was so small that it only stretched across the sidewalk running passed their driveway.

Shortly after, Max and I took off on a couple of bikes. We had to go to a house a few miles away and get one of two dogs(I don't remember why.), and some kind of trailer or wagon or something with wheels. We tied the thing with the wheels to Max's bike, and I brought the dog, walking it beside me on a leash. Before leaving the complex, we were stopped by a bunch of guys that wanted trouble. They were looking to steal the dog and trailer thing we were carrying - and probably anything else we had on us - and one of them had a rifle aimed directly at us. It was then that I became alert enough to realize I was dreaming. I smiled and got off of my bike, strolling straight up toward the fat man with the gun. I was silently daring him to shoot me, but it became apparent that he hadn't be prepared to actually fire the weapon. I expected him to shoot me in the chest or stomach but, instead, he quickly grabbed the rifle by the barrel, stepping in toward me and swinging the weapon like a baseball bat, aiming low for my ribs on my right side. The butt of the gun smashed up against my body and shattered into a million pieces. I didn't even feel it. The group of would-be bandits took a look at the splintered rifle and then looked at me, slack-jawed. I just turned around and slowly walked away from them. I wasn't really in the mood to do much in this dream, and I wasn't all to anxious to stay lucid, so max and I just continued riding back to where the rest of the crew was, and I lost lucidity around here.

I 'woke up,' the next morning, lying on a bed that was outside in the sun. My ex was lying next to me, implying we had hooked up, the previous night. I noticed one of the guys that was hanging out last night approaching, and I closed my eyes again to imply that I was still asleep, just because I didn't really feel like getting up and interacting with everyone, yet. When I had my eyes closed, I felt someone kiss me, and thought it was my ex. But, when I opened my eyes, it was the guy. He said "Haha. I knew you weren't asleep!" I suddenly jumped up, pissed, and was like "WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT ABOUT?!" This guy was huge and muscular, but I was so pissed I didn't hesitate to get in his face. He was saying something like "Well, you must have liked it, because you weren't really asleep and you let me do it!" even though it was obvious that I had my eyes close and wouldn't have even figured he would do such a thing. I began to figure that egging this guy into a fight probably wouldn't be the smartest idea, so I started dismissing him with my words, saying things like "Seriously...how fucking old are you to be doing shit like that to people? Six??" I then turned my back to him, and went on about my business.

Later, I was having a 'Snap Towel' fight with someone who I think was Mike P from work. This fight was beyond epic. We were fighting each other with all the prowess of a kung-fu movie, swinging the towels around like nunchaku (like I usually do when towel fighting) and pulling off flips and handstands while snapping the shit out of each other. There were a bunch of people watching us, and every time we'd get hit, after the loud snap, everyone would go "ooohhhhhhh" at the same time. Lol. I haven't had a good towel fight in a long time, and this was amazing. Heh.

02/06/2009
Dream One:
"Silent Holly Hill"

I was at my Grandparents' house, in Holly Hill, and was in one of the back rooms, watching the movie Silent Hill. There were two beds in the room, and I was lying on the one furthest away from the T.V. I heard the tell-tale siren sounding, in the movie, meaning that all Hell was about to break loose, and the town would descend into ghostly chaos. Having been forever since I've seen the movie, I started getting really anxious. My imagination started going crazy, and I starting thinking about ghosts and demons and stuff being real. (Needless to say, I've never been a big fan of horror movies. My imagination is just a little too active for my own good. Lol.)

As I was watching, and the "ghost-warning" siren started sounding, the bed next to me began moving. The sheet began to lift, as if there was a figure materializing beneath it. I was immediately freaked out about this, but figured it was just my imagination getting the best of me. Just the same, I didn't like being in this cramped back room, watching a horror movie, when my mind was playing tricks on me. I left the T.V. on and went to go finish watching the movie in the, larger, living room. Turning the bigger T.V. on, I watched a really gory sequence about Pyramid Head coming out and just ripping people apart with his sword or scythe or whatever - splattering them all over the place. Being out in the living room, I felt much more comfortable...that is until the sound of the ghost siren began to sound like it was coming from outside, rather than just the television speakers. I went to the sliding glass door and opened it, looking out through the screen. The sky outside was overcast - rather ominous, considering the weather in Silent Hill was always overcast, at best. There was no fog, but I could see that, the longer the siren went on, the darker the sky started to get. Again, I was starting to feel really uneasy about this. I knew what that sound meant, and I was sure that my mind wasn't just toying with me, this time.

I saw a couple of figures walking up the driveway, toward me. It took me a second, but I came to realize that they were just members of my family. I opened the screen door and met them outside. It was my mom, my cousin treasure, and my dad.

But then, it hit me...my dad has been dead since '05.

The final series of emotions came over me so fast. At first, I thought that my suspicions were correct; that the siren I was hearing was a cue for the dead to come back to life, and my dad was a sign of this. But then, in almost the same instant, I realized that this was a dream that was potentially turning into a nightmare. It was completely involuntary, but my beginning to freak out just ejected me from the dream and I woke up.

12/23/2009
Dream One:
"Showdown With Sephiroth"

I was in some huge city. The streets were empty, and Sephiroth and I were going at it. I was actually myself, instead of Cloud, but I was moving like Cloud from Advent Children. After a while, I realized I was dreaming, but was having too much fun to try to leave the battle scenario. Sephiroth was pretty much his ol' badass self. At one point, I was looking around the city for him, and I found him just standing behind a parked car, with his back to me, and looking back at me over his shoulder. At this point, I didn't have a sword, but I was confident that I could make do. I focused on getting as high as I can, and down a super jump like Cloud. Sephiroth followed suit, and soon we were arcing toward each other, high above the street. With no weapon in hand, I brought my right forearm out in front of me in knife-hand position. I willed my arm solid, and blocked Sephiroth's oncoming blade with my wrist as if it were made of steel. Somewhat floating in the air, I know we exchanged blocked shots for a little while, but can't remember the details at all.

Later, I was on one of the rooftops. I spread the fingers of my right hand and focused once again, trying to spark a pyro-kinetic flame. I know now that I was thinking to hard, though. I saw the flame just barely come into existence, but it was hazy - see-through. I tried throw it at him, but it simply disappeared and did nothing. Later still, I was on a higher rooftop, and it was dark out. I'd lost lucidity by then. I believe Sephiroth had darkened the sky, like he did on Advent Children but I don't know if I saw him do it. I was running around, between the pillars of some rooftop pavilion, and there was a huge monster stalking around the outer perimeter. The pavilion rooftop came up to about its waist, and about all I could see were too hoofed legs. Looking back, it kind of reminded me of Bahamut, but I don't know if it was him or not.

Don't remember anything else.




03/12/2010
"Lake Mary High Skirmish"

I was at my old high school. Don't remember much of this, but there was an attack by either aliens or some sort of mutations or something. There were soldiers, dressed in black, and these huge black tentacle monsters, that I believe came up out of the ground. Somewhere in the school, we found a hatch that led to all of these corridors, underground, which looked like the basement level of a factory or something.

It was down here, where I realized I was dreaming. We were trying to get through a large, metal door, but we just could not get it open. I tried to pull off a Hadoken, drawing my arms back and holding palms a few inches apart, fingers curled toward each other. I don't know if I just couldn't focus, or was focusing too hard, but I just could not form the ball of energy. I tried to envision it, in my head, but could not manifest it. I did say a dull, blue glow, reflecting off of the door in front of me, telling me that it was just on the verge of working. But, try as I might, I just couldn't solidify it. In vain, I threw my hands out in front of me and yelled, Hadoken! But nothing happened.

Back on the surface, I had gained a bit more control, and was completely owning all of the soldiers and hydra-like monsters on the campus, but my recall of it all is nothing but a few stills and concepts. I do remember a little bit of flying, but that's about it.




03/24/2010
"The Syringe From Hell"

I was at work, and my manager, B, was being a real asshole. We had a blue beach ball or something, and were bouncing it around to each other. He came by and stabbed it, letting all the air out. After a while, I got fed up and get in his face about being such a prick to everyone, for not reason. We had some huge argument, and he ended up apologizing, but I refused to accept his apology and kept laying into him. When I'd had enough, I stormed outside and started walking down the street. Some old woman began walking right beside me, and we talked for a moment. She told me she was a ghost, and she was sent to give me something. In her hand, she held a syringe, informing me that I had to take the shot of whatever she had. Of course, there was no way I was just going to let this woman stick me, and I told her so. She said that I didn't have a choice, and that I had to take it, no matter what.

Becoming alarmed at what might be about to happen, I quickly came to the realization that this was not really happening. I was dreaming. Immediately, I tried to focus on the syringe, with telekinesis, and pull it out of her hand. She resisted, though, and I wasn't able to move it. Aware of my attempt, and still walking at my side, she told me that I would not be able to pull it from her hand, because she was (now) a demon, and I wasn't strong enough. Quickly, I tried to disorient her, by spinning her (though I can't remember if I did this with my hands or my mind). Once I rotated her off balance, I made another telekinetic swat at the syringe. My mind knocked the needle from the old woman's fingers, and it stuck into the fence beside us. With both lunged for it, and I grabbed it before she did. When I held the needle up to take a look at it, I could see that the tip was made of plastic or rubber. Whatever it was, it didn't seem like it could even penetrate human flesh - let alone the fence post I'd just pulled it out of.

That's all I remember.




03/29/2010
"Under Covergirl"

I was on some kind of mission that required me and at least one other partner to dress as women. We were surrounded by a group of actual women, but I can't remember if the others knew we were in disguise, or we were using our disguises on them. Something had apparently happened in a school, and we were called in to investigate. Later on down the line, the investigation ended up at a Universal Studios-like theme park. Todd was there, now. They were about to start the fireworks show, and he wanted to catch it, so we broke away and tried to find the front of the fireworks area. We came to a fence, and it appeared the show was in the other park (joint parks like Universal and IoA), but we were close enough to where we were right on the other side of the fence from the launcher. The top of the launch was made of glass, and the rockets started shooting up through the glass and exploding into the air. It was all pretty awesome.

Later, still, we ended up getting chased by multiple attackers, running through the crowd to get away from them. I was running toward a dead end, and in a panic, had a sudden rush of lucidity. No longer in fear for my life, I ran straight toward the wall in front of me, and then took a few quick steps up its face, then hooked a U turn at the top and came back down, landing in a crouch in front of my pursuers. They were startled and jumped backward, and I know I took them out, but don't remember doing it. Afterward, my lucidity had gone, and I was back in character. I had to escape the theme park without my cover being completely blown, as it almost was, many times.

Time skips ahead again, and I'm at someone's house, back in my normal clothes. We were discussing something in secret, and then someone pulled in the driveway. The person I was talking to was suddenly really nervous. He told me that I had to leave and if I ran into whoever was outside, on my way out, to say that my name was "Gary", and that I was just dropping something off and leaving. That's all I remember.

Holy crap. Someone still reads my journal! Haha.

And yeah, I thought it was really interesting, too. A little smug, maybe, but interesting. Also interestingly enough, I had another dream last night, where I was killed in my "original" body, and came back as someone else, to get revenge. This one was not lucid, though. As soon as I get caught up, I'll post it.

Like the dreams u had I'm surprised u still dream about freddy quite frequently I recently watched the box set of nightmare on elm street I love it

Originally Posted by Oneironaut

Holy crap. Someone still reads my journal! Haha.

And yeah, I thought it was really interesting, too. A little smug, maybe, but interesting. Also interestingly enough, I had another dream last night, where I was killed in my "original" body, and came back as someone else, to get revenge. This one was not lucid, though. As soon as I get caught up, I'll post it.

lol, I'm surprised someone is reading my comments Pretty interesting dreams, keep them coming