Wow, um, I think I already had a kind of lucid dream last night... or this morning whatever.

I read somewhere that to have lucid dreams you have to keep on doing checks throughout the day to see if you're dreaming. I tried that yesterday, and I ended up doing it in my dream, I think.

I think I might have been half awake, but I managed to acknowledge that I was dreaming, and I made a giant bowl of ice cream appear. I dunno, it just kinda felt like I was just thinking instead of dreaming. I felt like if I was dreaming it would have felt more real, and I would have actually been able to taste and feel the coldness of the ice cream. But I didn't so I guess it didn't really end up working that well.

I also feel like I had this sort of experience thing I read about where your mind wakes up before your body does. I felt like my mind was definitely awake, but my body was still sleeping. Everything was dark, even though I knew that it should have been light out because it was probably around 10 in the morning. It only just occurred to me that it was because my eyes were closed.

Well, it was a very eventful morning. I'll try again tomorrow night. :]

Sorry I haven't really been posting on here. I keep on forgetting to write down my dreams, and then I wind up forgetting them. And that pretty much defeats the purpose of this blog.

So, last night I had a brief dream that I went skiing, and I couldn't stop worrying about getting stuck on the chairlift. If you haven't seen the trailer/the movie "Frozen", then you'd understand. Fortunately, I didn't get stuck and I moved onto my next dream interlude. Somehow in this dream, I had a baby. Yeah, I just randomly had a baby in my possession and I somehow knew that it was mine. At first, I would hug and cuddle her. Moments later, I would end up bawling and then lose her in my own house after looking away from her for just a few moments. Needless to say, I watch too much TV (i.e. "Teen Mom").

On another note, one thing that I've always wanted is to have a lucid dream. I can't really recall any recent instances in which it has occurred to me that I was dreaming, and therefore I could do whatever I wanted to. I really wish that I could, though, simply 'cause it sounds like FUN. :]

I had a dream the night before last, and I forgot to blog about it. Oh darn. Well, I remember it starting off with me at a sort of amusement park type place, full of animatronic pink dinosaurs and whatnot. Before I could get on a ride, my friend urged me to come with her in her car so we could eat at a restaurant for dinner, but we had to catch out train, first. She began zooming towards the train terminal (this was all indoors, by the way... and she can't drive), but she had accidentally driven too far. Luckily, she was able to somehow maneuver her way backwards through random twists and turns to get to the train on time. When my friend and I arrived at the uber-modern restaurant, I somehow received a video message from a creepy stalker guy. I don't remember what he said, but I do recall having it freak me out quite a bit. In the next part of my dream, I was suddenly in Manhattan, searching for Times Square. I was all alone, but I wound up finding it without any trouble and without having a panic attack from being totally alone. It was still decorated for Christmas. I think that was the end of my dream interlude.

Last night, I had a dream, but it was very fuzzy. I vaugley remember being at my school, but it was way bigger and had a pool and a play gym of some sort. I was bouncing around in the play gym for a lot of my dream, I think. I then came out from the play gym and saw a rather hot guy from my school come out from the pool area without a shirt on (I don't know why on earth I dreamed that up). For whatever reason, I particularly noticed two freckles on the side of his torso.
After I came out of the school, I feel like I was suddenly transported into an episode of CSI. However, there were no murders or anything-- instead, someone had stolen a precious vase and someone had vandalized the inside of my school with spray paint. I was suddenly on the side of a road, with the stolen vase standing upright in the very middle of it. Before I could run to to save it from the oncoming traffic, a truck zoomed by and smashed it into thousands of tiny pieces. All I could remember thinking was how difficult it would be to try and find fingerprints on it.

I feel like there was more to my dream, but I can't remember it. Oh well, I hope it will come to me eventually.