Sixth Dream

Throughout this whole dream, I have a birds-eye view on all the incidents.

I remember seeing a falcon flying over the desert cliffs. But somehow, I know this falcon is me. I can feel his happiness and joy when he dances in the air. Then after a while, a cast of falcons came to join the dance. I felt like dancing myself but then all the other falcons started disintegrating leaving only him flying alone. He's feeling sad, but refuses to show it and keeps dancing with fake happiness around him.

Fifth Dream

I remember being in a long corridor that was filled with faint blue lights. Beside me was another exact me, only a ghost. He also had a blue aura around him. He kept walking by my side until the lights turned yellow and so his aura. Then he turned, looked at me and said, "Hypocrite". Then he started choking me, then he tackled me, drew a gun and fired at me. And I woke up.

Fourth Dream

I just woke up.

Today's dream wasn't lucid. It was actually very frightening. I remember being in a maze. But the strange thing is that the walls were talking to me. Showing me the way. The walls were colored yellow and red. And somehow in my dream, I knew I should follow the red ones. I kept going through the maze trying to find my way out. I was scared. In the dream, I knew something was chasing me, yet I didn't know what it is or who it is. When I finally reached a square field with only red walls all around, I found a strange small object in the center. When I get closer, I realize its a radio, a small old radio. I look behind and the maze is not there. Instead, its a long dark corridor. Something is coming closer and closer but I can't really recognize what it is. Its closing in. I focus sharply to identify it. When I finally see it, the radio in my hand starts playing the my alarm and I immediately wake up. The thing I saw coming closer was horrifing. It was a Jake in a Box. But instead of the clown's head. It was my head, with a creepy looking smile on my face. My smile was wide from ear to ear and somehow a bit bloody.

Third Dream

I just woke up.

Before I went to sleep, I kept saying to myself that I want to be on a talent show and demonstrate all kinds of lucid abilities. I focused solely on this and drifted off to sleep.

I remember being in the subway, but it was abandoned. Completely empty with flickering lights all over. Then I remembered wanting to be in the talent show so I focused on changing my environment. In a second I became in an abandoned building, then in a busy building, then in a busy street. And finally I placed all my efforts and found myself in the backstage of the show.

In less than a moment, the bright light of the show was gone and the place was even creepier than the subway. I was horrified, I felt like I lost control of the dream. It became a nightmare. A gun appeared in my hand. A petty gun. While a door opened in front of me revealing Jason Statham holding a huge desert eagle that looked like it'll fire a shot that explodes my brain. I tried firing but the gun got jammed, so I knew I was a goner. He didn't shoot. He kept talking about how the bullet could either make a hole the size of a bowling ball in my skull, or break through my cerebellum like it was jelly. I was horrified.

But I stopped for a second and thought, this is my dream. I shouted, "You MotherFucker", and felt as if my body heated up and liquid raw power was pouring into it. I felt invincible. I waved my hand and the gun in his hand turned to powder. He ran into the room behind him and I followed him there.

I came into the room to find him running away through rows of guys holding guns aiming at me. I was still feeling the power, I simply said, "Clear the room", and they all disintegrated at once leaving him running alone. I wanted him to stop so he suddenly hit a wall infront of him. I came up to him and said, "Shift into a woman", so he did. He changed into a woman I never seen before, she was asian, with short brown hair and brown eyes, wearing a long red gown trimed with gold. Then I actually thought of showing him how his cerebellum looked like.

And just as I was about to do it, a guy came from my left and said, "Its fine, drop her down". Behind the guy was a woman who was searching for something in a briefcase. The guy wore a gold mask which I remember seeing in a game. I still felt that power I brought up earlier. So in my rage I said, "CLEAR THE ROOM". The walls themselves and the floors disintegrated along with everything else.

But they didn't. I suddenly felt scared. I had unimaginable power. They didn't budge. Instead, they looked at me and said, "Interesting". I suddenly had a realization that the man infront of me will transform into a 50 feet long demon made of magma and volcanic rocks. Then suddenly a loud sound woke me up.

I'm horrified. They weren't affected. How will I go to sleep knowing there will be people unaffected with my power. Who were they?

Second Dream

I just woke up.

In my dream, I'm playing in a maze, running from a man and a woman. They were shadowy figures whom I couldn't recognize. I also remembering having a friend called Gemme, also unrecognizable. He was very very rich, but known for everyone to be kind. If I didn't finish the maze without getting caught, the man and woman will burn down my friend's business and make him broke. Gemme had a sister whom I can't recall her dream name, but I remember her in real life as Vanessa Calabrese, an old overseas friend of mine. They are waiting for me at the end. I can see them at the end of the corridor. I run and run and look behind to find the man and woman very close. And when I'm just about to get out, its like someone press a button to start a new game. So I find myself restarting the game again.

First Dream

Dear me,

Lately, I've been able to have a lot of lucid dreams, so, I'm keeping a record of them to remind me later how my subconscious mind used to think.

As you know, on the moment you wake up, you forget 50% of your dream and by 5 minutes, you forget 90% of the dream. So, I'm going to be sharing what I can remember.

Last night, I dreamt of falling. Its a common dream, but in my case it was lucid. And the strange thing is, I wanted to fall. I dont know why, but I knew I was dreaming and I still wanted to fall. Even someone came out of the sky and tried to grab onto me and open a parachute but I dodged him on purpose. He was a short guy whom I dont recall seeing before, with a bald head and broad shoulders. He was wearing a face cover to protect him from the wind so I didn't get chance to actually see his face. I kept falling and falling, thinking that my salvation was at the bottom. And when I hit the ground, my body tensed and I jerked up from sleep.