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final dream

Date of dream: Monday, April 01, 2013

Level of Lucidity: N/A     Level of Cohesiveness:
Lucid Intent? No    

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I'm slowly floating over the mountains in what appears to be some part of Asia. I notice the sun setting. I perceive this as a death metaphor. Why am I floating over the mountains? What's up with the sun set? Am I dead? My mind starts racing. I'm overwhelmed with anxiety. I don't want to be dead. I need to picture a happy place so that if I really am dead, I'll die peacefully. I imagine a particular moment and shut my eyes tightly. When I re-open them, I'm at the exact place I'd hoped for. I'm laying in my bed with Jamie at my house in Huntsville. I squeeze her and start crying. She's tripped out and asks, "why are you crying!?" At first I couldn't manage a response. I was so overwhelmed with emotion because I thought I was seriously dead. After a few minutes of squeezing her, I ease up and tell her everything. She becomes sad too. "How did you die?" she asks. I ponder the thought and realize I don't even remember. I didn't even care. I was just happy she was with me 

  • Themes
  • Mortality
  • Relationships
  • Emotions
  • Worry
  • Happiness
  • Activities
  • Flying
  • Thinking
  • Keywords
    ferrell martin

    short flying lucid dream

    Date of dream: Sunday, April 22, 2012

    Level of Lucidity:     Level of Cohesiveness:     Rating:
    Lucid Intent? No     Lucid Technique: WILD

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    Suddenly, I'm on my backporch and instantly realize I'm dreaming. I dive through the screen that seperates my porch from the world, and begin to fly. Now in the past, flying has been sort of a difficult process for me. But this time, I was flying in a straight line and building immense speed. Never before had I been able to accelerate like this. I'm aware that this a unique moment and it inspires me to fly even faster. At this point, I'm about twenty seconds into my flight , the dream is strong, I'm still building speed, the scenery is beautiful (I'm flying over a forest enviorment) ... then my cell phone rings ...

    I wake up slightly annoyed but satisfied because I was flying at a speed that I never thought possible

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    * In the past, I would jump like 200 feet in the air and divebomb twords the ground. I would literally fall head first and juuust before I landed on my face, I would pull up like a pilot would and glide for as long as possible.

    To have the ability to build my own momentum from nothing was a new experience that was very liberating. The flight felt smoothe. I would describe it like the feeling you feel when you stick your hand out the window of a moving car and the air feels like water and your hand is just breaking through it comfortably ... In this situation, it was my entire body feeling that ... just breaking the air comfortably

    it was a really cool experience

    Additional Comments:

    It was not my intention to become lucid, but I consider this a WILD. It was immediately after I put my head on the pillow. I went from being completely awake to dreaming instantly it seemed. * I can only do this when I'm verry tired

  • Themes
  • Fun
  • Success
  • Settings
  • Afternoon
  • Evening
  • Familiar
  • Home
  • Outdoors
  • Present
  • Emotions
  • Happiness
  • Relaxed
  • Accomplished
  • Activities
  • Flying
  • Movement
  • Thinking
  • Keywords
    stoked
    flying
    lucid dream
    ferrell

    Busted House Party ... and other things ...

    Date of dream: Thursday, September 29, 2011

    Level of Lucidity: N/A     Level of Cohesiveness:     Rating:
    Lucid Intent? No    

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    I'm in a living room with like 12 people and the music is loud. Everyone is dancing in their own goofy way and I'm having a really good time. I'm dancing in a circle just doing my thing when all of a sudden there's a loud bang at the door. The music instantly stops and one of the people scream "COPS!" ...

    Everyone scatters like ants, but I decide to run to the back of the house and hide in a pile of clothes. As I'm running to the back of the house, the police kick the door down and persue me. They saw where I went before I could stealthily hide and I was "busted". The officer begins to ask me a series of questions and I was freaking out. He asked me if I had been drinking and I told him that I couldn't remember ...

    He noticed that my hand was trembling and he said, "ha, that's one of the perks of this job. I once saw a man shit himself from pure fear." The cops decide to let me off with a warning, but they arrested everyone else at the party. Eventually, it was just me in this big empty house and it was starting to freak me out. There was no natural light because it was dark outside and I was definitely afraid.

    There's a lot that I don't remember ... I know the dream was really long but I didn't record it properly when I first woke. I recall going outside and getting on a 4 Wheeler to find someone, but running out of gas. I had to walk through the dark forest alone until I came to this house. When I get there, the people are terribly afraid. I ask them what's wrong and they tell me Chucky is after them (the evil doll from the 90's movies)

    Suddenly he jumps out of nowhere from this shelf and grabs onto my face. I throw him to the ground and start beating the shit out of this little doll. After fighting him for like three minutes, I threw him in a fire and poured gasoline all over him. He let out the most horrible screams as I watched with my arm around this really attractive older woman. I don't know who she was, but I percieved her to be my wife. There was a child with us too ... a little girl ... and she was also watching Chucky burn and scream.

    Chucky's spirit enters my body, and I now understand that I am Chucky. I'm in my own body, but I'm Chucky. I ... or Chucky ... takes my wife to the side of the house and asks if she wants to have sex. She's kind of confused and hesitant, but agrees. As the sex is going down, I remember feeling like my wife was being raped in front of me. It was really fucked up because I knew that it wasn't me having sex with her. I knew that Chucky was in my soul and that she didn't even realize what was happening.

    Additional Comments:

    Yeah, I'll admit the dream is fucked up. Would I censor myself and hide what really happened in my dream journal? No ... I want to be able to look back in 10 years and be like ... damn, I totally remember that. I'm not ashamed of my dreams ... even the weird ones.