Here is my dream journal. I had an accidental DILD and now I want to have more of them! I am an aspiring artist and I want to have lots of lucid dreams where I can get my inspiration!

Here is the first dream in my journal... and it is a weird one! I died! I don't think I've ever died in a dream before!

Bedtime: 11/22/09 2:30 a.m.

I am walking down a street with trees on both sides. It is where I used to live when I was in High School. I see a dog I know running towards me to greet me. I reach down and pet the dog. It is a Golden Retriever. The dog and I continue walking towards my school. The dog is talking to me. The dog speaks with the voice of Scooby Doo.

Dog: Ror roing roo ret rot!

I don't understand what the dog is saying. I tell the dog I have no Scooby Snacks. He repeats his previous statement.

Dog: Ror roing roo ret rot! Rot!

The dog looks behind me and snarls. Then true to the dog he sounds like he turns and runs away with his tail between his legs. I look behind me. A man is walking towards me with an automatic weapon. He points it at me. I am scared. I run from the man. I am looking for something to offer cover. I hear him fire. I feel dull pains as the bullets tear into my back. It doesn't hurt nearly as much as I'd expected. Maybe my body is in shock. I fall over on the ground. I feel so cold. I know I am dying. And then I wake up.

Awake: 11/22/09 10:00 a.m.