Magic Rings (Dream #14.)

         I went to an area of my grandma's  house that only exists in my dreams, and not just this dream specifically. It was a hallway on the second floor with about four rooms branching off of it. From previous dreams, I know that one of those rooms is a closet and another is an office. In this dream, I discovered a new room that seems to be a storage room. I looked through the cabinets and found three rings belong to my great grandmother that interested me. They all had the same ornate silver bands, but the gemstones were different. One was green, one was blue, and the last was pink. I wore them all at the same time.
      When I put the ring on, a new world seemed to open up before my eyes. There were spirits and monsters living and walking in the same world as us. The rings glowed and I became aware that each of the rings were endowed with different abilities. The green ring could control the movement of Earth and rocks. The blue ring could control lasers. The lasers were generated from some tower in the distance and the ring was used only to control and direct the lasers, not generate them. The pink ring generated shields that could protect me from both magical and physical attacks from spirits. I think that this realm had existed the for a very long time. The reason normal people couldn't see it is because there were also evil spirits in this realm and to be able to see them meant that they could do you harm. Normal people would have no defense for the attacks of the spirits, but because the rings gave me special abilities I was now able to defend myself from the evil spirits that I may see.
      One spirit seemed to stand out in particular. As soon as I saw the new world within ours, it was the first one I saw and it saw me too. Its skin was pitch black and it had no features. It had no face, no hair, no nails, no clothes, and you couldn't tell if it was male or female just by looking at it. However, with the new abilities also came a new feeling of intuition. I could just tell that the spirit was a woman. This spirit faced me for a moment before launching itself at me and attacking me. Naturally, I had to fight back, so I tried to use the abilities that the rings gave me. This spirit was strong, and she seemed to have the exact same abilities that the rings gave me, with the same strength.
    The battle raged on, us matching each other blow for blow. She would direct a high- powered laser and I would use a shield. She would throw a boulder at me and I would throw one back, meeting hers halfway. Finally, I was able to tackle her and pin her to the ground. I knew what I had to do to end the fight. I would have to split her in half with the laser, but there was a problem with that. I was on top of her, so I would have to split myself in half as well because I was in the path of the laser.
      For the first time, I heard this spirit speak. She bet me that I wasn't brave enough or strong enough to do it, somehow already knowing the plan that I was thinking. She was wrong. I directed the laser through myself and the spirit, cutting us both in half longways. It was odd, the laser didn't actually hurt at all and neither of us were dead. We lay on the ground for a moment, recovering, before we both got up a minute later completely fine. The fight was now over and the spirit didn't try to attack me anymore. I felt that I knew the spirit better and the spirit knew me better. I think I passed some kind of test that the spirit has made for me. It may have been a test to see if I was worthy of having the rings and using the abilities they were endowed with.It would see if I was worthy to know about and be able to see this new realm.

Freedom At What Cost (Dream #13).

        I had some supernatural powers to do with the sea, like coastal earth and water bending. Everyone in my family had some kind of unique ability. We, my brother, father, mother, and I, lived in a big home together. Mother and father were always very controlling, demanding that I stay with them, living in the house forever. For a time, they succeeded. I stayed with my family in that house for so long that I was convinced we had actually all died and were bound to the house as ghosts. The family I had was not a good one because the people in it were not good people. They were greedy and demanding and considered themselves better than everyone else.

      This house that I was trapped in was like no ordinary house. It was huge both inside and outside and no one would suspect anything as it appeared to be a normal suburban house in the good part of town. There was a room inside that looked like a sound-booth. It had red wall made of velvet and grey control panels with switches and buttons. Beyond the control panels was a window and a door which led to the most beautiful prison I had ever seen. It was a dome of nature within a room. There were one a half green hills covered in trees after the window, followed by a cliff that dropped into a lake. The lake was the common area where the family spent its time. They all seemed content with their lives the way it was, floating on tubes in a lake that wan't even real.  I spent my time under the water, away from them.

      I had tried to escape many times, likely over one hundred. Finally, I did and the first thing I did was run out the door and onto the driveway. I looked up at the sun glistening through the needles of a real pine tree and took in the smell of real fresh air. Then I decided that that's what freedom is, the smell of fresh air, the feeling of the warm sun on your face, the image of the blue sky and the bright yellow sun, the sound of birds. Freedom was achieved through being in a state of nature. I left the neighborhood and spent my time in the actual ocean for many years, helping sea creatures. 

      Eventually I decided to go back to that house; some form of curiosity drove me to it. It wasn't at all like I expected. I entered the room was the sound-booth and found that the velvety walls were dirty and scratched, the window was broken, and the door was ajar. Nothing was as it originally was and everyone was gone. Even though I had achieved my freedom, there was an odd feeling of despair seeing the mess I had made in the process. 

Demon Dream (Dream #12.)

The dream began as I entered the main room of a church where three other women and their grooms were also getting married. As we waited our turn to walk down the aisle, we stood on mats of construction paper which children had drawn pictures of people and families on. When it was my turn I walked down the aisle and stood at the front on a stage, looking out at the pews of people. I glanced over at my soon-to-be husband, a smiling man with short hair and a black tuxedo. The priest began to speak when suddenly I was thrown across the room. I landed against a wall, behind some chairs, and all I could see were three long, bleeding, scratch marks on my shoulder before my memory cut out.

Next thing I knew, I woke up in a chapel-shed inside the storage room of the church. There were three soldiers around me in shiny armor. One was a young man with dark skin and a shaved head and the other is a man around the same age with pale skin and blonde hair the color of corn. There was also an older man with a reddish-brown beard ad longer hair. Their facial expressions told me that they were displeased, and almost seemed to be withholding information. They quietly told me that I was actually a demon and I was the one who crashed the wedding and killed the guests. It was news to all of us. They spoke as if to someone who was once much esteemed and now wasn't allowed to be held in that regard.  The older one told me I had to leave the church now, so the younger ones escorted me out. I stopped to put on a pair of orange socks because I didn't want to go outside barefoot. They grew impatient as I took my time putting my socks on. After I had one sock put on, one of the Templar soldiers put a hand on my shoulder and said, "I think the church is more important than your socks." It was as if my very presence was insulting to the image of God and the safety of everyone within the church.

Naturally, I went home to find that my family had gone insane and the world was making no sense. I had no idea where my fiance was, but I somehow knew he was alive. I packed a single bag full of belongings, and sadly decided I would run away and keep myself away from everyone so that the world may be safe from me. Oddly, I noticed that my car was floating above thee tree in the front yard. The lights inside were on and the doors on the right side of the car were open. I felt this was odd and might have been a trap, so I cautiously floated up to the open passenger side door. No one I knew would have had any reason to hurt me, except maybe now there was the cause that I was a demon. I looked under the car and above the car, convinced no one dangerous was nearby. I started getting into the car when someone appeared beside me and threw me to the ground from the floating car. It was the figure of a man, wearing all black from head to toe so that not a single inch of his skin was exposed. Even his weapons were black as night, and he never spoke. My memory cut out again.

This time when I awoke, I was lying on a cool leather couch. There were at least ten more of the same man, wearing all black with black guns, in the room. It seemed that the more of them there were, the more disoriented and close to death I felt. On the couch across from me sat a woman drinking tea. She was clearly pregnant and gave off the mastermind vibe. She knew exactly what was going on and began explaining it to me. However, I couldn't seem to focus on what she was saying. I felt like a caged animal in the household and something inside me was clawing and scratching the insides of my head. I had to get out. In the middle of the mastermind's explanation I got up and headed for the door, pushing the guards out of the way. At first they seemed to have n idea what to do, panicking somewhat. I reached the doorway, having one foot out before I was shot in the back of the head.

Dream #11. (I think)

I'm sorry for not posting in a while. I got preoccupied. This is a dream I had a few days ago.

I was a sailor an a ship in the Navy. At first, I was just doing my job. I had to fix and maintain machinery under the ship. A huge storm hit us while I was under the ship. This wasn't unusual because storms and floods were common in this world. I was fixing a broken part when I suddenly blacked out. The captain of the ship woke me up and told me it was vital that the part get fixed. So I got back to work. The storm was still raging, but had instensified. The whole crew began to panic.

The ship was engulfed by waves and I jumped ship to avoid being injured. I blacked out again. When I woke up the next time, I was on a grassy hill with the captain. The valley around us was flooded, but at the top of the hill was a golden tree. It glowed in the rays of sunlight and butterflies that surrounded it. The captain said it was the Tree of Life. I didn't know if that was true or not.

He took two worms off the trunk of the tree, putting one in my hand and one in his own. The worm crawled under my skin before I could do anything. It never died or hurt me, just moved around a lot, which I got used to. The captain said we were immortal now and we parted ways. He went back to sea captianing and I retired to flooded land.

I went to a local inn, where I thought there were some people who could help me. They turned me away twice, saying they were full. I had to explain that I only wanted to talk, not stay there. Then they let me in. I sat at a wooden table with a young woman and a middle aged man. I explained what had happened to me. They said I had been tricked. I never found out exactly what they meant by that.

What Is Lucid Dreaming?

Lucid dreaming is when you are aware that you are dreaming. You know that your dream is not reality. From this point, some people are able to take control of their dreams. According to recent studies, anywhere between 1 in 8 and 1 in 5 people have lucid dreams. These people typically are critical thinkers and have more confidence.

You may think that knowing you are dreaming may make the dream less real, but it's quite the contrary. People who have lucid dreams are able to feel their dreams more in depth, as if they were actually there. However, they know they are in control.

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Lucid Dream Post #1

This was the dream I had on the night of November 15, 2015. It developed into what is known as a lucid dream.

I was trying to get somewhere and deliver a message in a certain amount of time. The only road that led to where I was going was blocked, as a demolition team was about to destroy a large building on the road. I talked to the guy in charge and he said that he would be able to delay the construction 90 minutes. The road was made of mud and I was walking. So I accepted the 90 minutes challenge/ offer and I started walking up the road. To get to the other side of the road I had to parkour through the building. This was increasingly difficult because the building was falling apart as I was trying to navigate it. I managed to get all the way through before the 90 minutes was up, however, I came upon castle walls.  

I thought this dream was getting really boring, so I changed it while I was asleep. (Yes, I am able to control my dreams.)

I recreated the dream so that I was in a small room, talking to some people and drinking. We were drinking socially, not to get drunk.

*and then I woke up*

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Shooting Dream

This is the dream I had on the night of November 4, 2015.

I was in the parking garage of my college campus. I saw a student at gun point and I rushed to help him without thinking. There was one man holding a pistol to the other man's head, talking very angrily. So I rushed at the man with the gun and tackled him. He fell to the ground, along with me. The other guy ran to go get help. So I was left alone with the guy with a pistol. I started to get up and try to tackle the guy again, because it was the only thing I could think to do. But he was too fast. The shooter had already stood up straight and taken aim at me. By time I was standing and running at him again, he had aimed the gun at me, but this didn't stop me. I tacked him once more, but this time he was expecting it and only stumbled back a few steps. We were both still standing. Then he shot me in the torso, around my stomach. I fell backwards onto the ground as I saw help arrive. The shooter had been taken care of and no one else was hurt. 

As I lay on the ground, I could feel myself waver in and out, dizzy and between awake and asleep. A police officer and the person I saved were crouched over me and they looked very concerned. All I could mumble quietly was "I'm going to be fine" over and over again. And I really thought I was going to be fine, but I was dying. It was peaceful. It didn't hurt and I wasn't afraid. It was like falling asleep.