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    1. ugh

      by , 11-18-2010 at 11:28 PM (Somewhere Over The Rainbow)
      Work! Dreamt about WORK. AGAIN. :S
      Running reports, walking around downtown, making sure everyone on the report was contacted....blah.

      Ex-boyfriend...made me mad...the bridge near my place....ordered a double-quarter pounder from McD's, told someone this was the first time I was eating meat in years.......

      lame

      kbye
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    2. Love Makes Things Less Scary

      by , 11-18-2010 at 11:02 PM
      Non-lucid Lucid

      I am in my bedroom with Libby. We have the door closed and the curtains drawn because we are waiting in fear of a witch that will come and buy my house. I am especially afraid that this witch will break through the window and come into the room. Libby and I hear the witch slowly walking down the stairs outside my room. The witch shouts, "I'm here!" and I respond, "Are you nice?". She says she is so I go out of my room and to the stairs to greet her. She is horribly disfigured and very disturbing-looking, but I have an attitude of unconditional love towards her, so she transforms into a cute old grandma that has white curly hair and an accent similar to my grandma's in real life. I become lucid after watching her transform in front of my eyes. Then Libby, the grandma and I time-jump to a courtyard. There is a building that wraps around three sides of this rectangular courtyard, and the remaining side opens up to a blue ocean with a white seashore. The courtyard has many plants and a marble floor, and there are lots of children running around. The grandma, Libby and I sit down on some stone benches and talk about the house-selling situation. After talking to them for a few minutes, I get up and walk to the other end of the courtyard to think about something, and when I come back, the grandma has transformed into a beautiful 25-year-old brunette. I walk up to her and say, "Do you want to go flying with me?" and she responds, "That is exactly what I was about to ask you!". I tell her to remind me that I'm dreaming if I forget and make sure that I don't wake up. She agrees, and then we grasp eachothers hands and shoot up into the air. We fly over the ocean, and the ocean turns into a field full of various shades of green moss. We then reach some sort of lake that has very clear water, and we are flying so low to it that our ankles downward are in the water as we skim over the surface. I say to this woman, "We got to get up higher!" because I see some strange-looking fish and I don't want them to start chomping on my feet. For some reason we are not able to get up higher. Fortunately, we reach the other side of the lake, and on the top of a bluff near the shoreline is a very large, colorful, inflatible castle with many rooms, hallways, waterslides, pools, and spigots shooting water everywhere. I fly up and land on one of the walkways of this water castle, and I notice that in place of that hot woman, there is now an Asian dude with glasses who is following me around. This Asian dude kind of looks like Tim Lim. We walk down one of the hallways of this colorful water castle and go down a water slide. This water slide drops us into a deep pool. Dan and a few other friends are in this pool also. For some reason the water is not wet. I try to use mind powers to make it wet but I do not succeed.
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    3. Overlapping time and saving Jim Carrey

      by , 11-18-2010 at 09:56 PM (Dreaming on my feet)
      11.18.10
      Type: Non-lucid, DS
      Vividness: 7/10
      Lucidity: 1/10

      I'm in a small carpeted basement of this girl's house, and there is a stack of pillows against the wall which I immediately think is a grow room for whatever reason, and it turns out I am correct. There is a rather small square shaped crawl space in the wall which apparently leads to a grow room, but she says [some name] the guy who actually takes care of it doesn't like her showing people. Then I see the shadows of his footsteps near the entry of the room and decide that I want to spy on him, so I run up a flight of stairs that are incredibly similar to a childhood house of mine, but then the stairs continue, and are very windy and massive, going up a down in ways similar to a roller coaster but not so extreme , I crouch down and wait for him.. He comes up the stairs and walks over to a computer desk, and I realize that he can plainly see me and I'm actually quite close.. not a very successful ninja. He calls me down and asks me to check out this projector- apparently he is producing and selling a new movie and is going to project it in a room and wants me check if the screen is large enough, which I affirm it is because it's massive. There are a bunch of oak desks with cell phones and other weird paraphernalia that are apparently related to the movie. Other DC enter into the room and the dream fades


      This dream is important to me since it is another occurrence of a suspected common dreamsign of mine- huge spiraling/twisting staircases, paths, or roads which are an incredibly obvious impossibility in waking life . I will use this as a visualization for becoming lucid this week.

      Jim Carrey
      I'm riding on a bike in a city [similar to Boston which I just visited], riding through many shops, restaurants, a writers guild [?], all of them are empty and incredibly elegant decked out with hanging glass and crystal lights, dark oak woodwork on the benches tables and walls, white drapes and large windows. Made my way to a main road, and now there are cars and people walking about normally. I ride down the sidewalk but feel out of place.. the shops I just rode through felt like they were from another time period . I felt like I was experiencing two time periods simultaneously in the same city. I ride away from the buildings and wonder what it would be like to attend a food market/buy food in the older times as I cross a large road. I come across a large open area, with green grass and some sparse trees and what seems to be a market of sorts. There is a pretty huge hill next to the market which is also incredibly thin, [definitely physically impossible, looked like a poorly rendered video game environment] and I decide that I'm going to instead ride to the top of the hill to collect some rare fruits instead of shopping at the market. So I'm pedaling my butt off up this mountain while hearing the people below playfully joking at me since it's so silly. The terrain changes quickly under my wheels from grass to rock to dirt to snow, I'm so high up I can't even see the market. I reach the top of the hill, there's a small area next to the path and I find Jim Carrey looking like a bum laying in a pile of leaves! [haha!!]. He's unable to move for some reason [faking injured?] and I think "Well, I didn't find any fruits but if I save Jim I won't look so foolish", so I pick him up and put him and his bags on a nightstand which is now behind me instead of a bike [looks just like the nightstand next to my bed, probably appeared as I wondered how I might transport him on my bike] He's in some weird sort of character acting completely pathetic and demanding and ridiculous, so I let him fall off of the shelf that he's laying on and he looks up at me full of mock hurt/ offended.


      Hilarious and fun ending to a very enjoyable and abstract dream. Funny that I missed the DS of my bike morphing into my BEDSTAND. hahah.
    4. Cobblestone Path

      by , 11-18-2010 at 09:29 PM (Dreaming on my feet)
      11.16.10
      Type: Lucid, DS
      Vividness: 6/10
      Lucidity: 6/10

      Hide and Seek
      Walking along a cobblestone path, the same on that I was walking on in one of my first lucids, this time walking with a girl I don't recognize.. I do a nose RC because of the surreal landscape, and perhaps because I just came out of a nightmare I think.. anyways noseplug RC succeeds and I affirm that I am dreaming to myself. I remember how last time I was occupied trying to fix my fading vision and thus woke myself up, and recalled that in fact touch is the most prominent stabilizing factor in dreams, so I directed my attention toward my body, my posture, the weight of my jeans on my legs, the smell of the grass and forest we are approaching.. the path ends and we enter some woods with trees with rather large trunks, perhaps cedar.. the girl playfully hides behind some trees and I'm trying to find her, and cannot locate her anymore. Vision starts to fade and I focus on my body and remain conscious, and maintained consciousness through the fading dream into waking, awoke feeling incredibly refreshed.


      Well I was happy when waking from this LD because I maintained lucidity for approximately 2min, longest achieved thus far that I can remember. Also, I remembered to stay calm and do what I had intended to do which is also a first, rather than try to immediately jump into the sky without thinking or sex up the lady that I was walking with.

      11.14.10
      Car Nap

      I don't remember what the dream was about, but I remember taking a nap on the drive back from Boston to Detroit.. I suddenly became aware that I had slipped into the dream state while experiencing HI, the first time I've ever accomplished that. I then tried to run and was incredibly excited and immediately woke myself up. ..
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    5. Shower frag

      by , 11-18-2010 at 09:17 PM (Dreaming on my feet)
      11.11.10
      Type: Lucid, fragment
      Vividness: 2/10
      Lucidity: 5/10
      Nap DILD, napping in the room, get up and get in the shower, washing my hair, very warm in the shower. I go to rinse out my hair and when I feel my head the hair is dry, so I do a noseplug RC and it is successful. I realize that I am dreaming and decide to stabilize the dream so I rub my hands and say "stabilize my dream".. I try to look at the floor, off white tiles, very white/light bathroom. I get out very slowly for some reason, but I cannot open my right eye too well and feel uneasy. I cannot get my vision to adjust properly so I try to force my eyes to open up really wide and wind up opening my eyes and wake up!
      Tags: fragment, lucid
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      lucid , dream fragment
    6. Forgotten lucid and FA

      by , 11-18-2010 at 09:10 PM (Dreaming on my feet)
      Okay. I'm gonna sit at this computer and record these dreams! I feel like the computer drains me of vital energy, and feel reluctant to stay at it.

      11.04.10
      Type: Lucid, fragment
      Vividness: 10/10
      Lucidity: 7/10

      Had a lucid dream but forgot it once I woke up! first time that has happened to me, and I get the feeling that it was the greatest lucidity I have attained so far in the dream. Near the end I recalled an incredibly vivid scene recall of skateboarding on the roof of a large school building with some other people, brick, sunny day, in some sort of small city scape, one massive tree in the front yard and some sidewalks.. Headed around the roof shaped like a large L and made way to a glass roofed sloped section of the roof, where I heard DC down on the street below talking about gangs in the school, then I feel the dream fading so I spin with my eyes closed, slowly and completely, with the only sensation I was experiencing of my body slowly and powerfully spinning. I think to myself "my bedroom, my bedroom" and opening my eyes find myself lying in my bed!

      I do a nose RC and it is successful, FA! So I go to get up, propped up on my arms, but I focus on the muscular activity of pulling myself up too much and experience and a very intense pain/spasm in my right shoulder, and I remember that my physical body is lying down with my arms back behind my head since it was a WILD attempt/induction, and I can't shake off the pain since my physical body probably used a combination of muscles which put strain on the shoulder trying to imitated the movements of my dream body. Since I couldn't gather the will to get past the sensation I woke myself up and shifted positions and tried to enter back into the dream but couldn't fall back asleep.


      After spending two nights with intense WILD attempts I decided that WILD would be an excellent and direct method for me to develop, and have resolved to schedule a practice regiment for this pursuit.
    7. One

      by , 11-18-2010 at 07:53 PM
      Hi. I think I'm in the right place. This is my first dream journal post. I'm excited to keep a log of my dreams and to look at yours! If I'm in the wrong place, please let me know!

      In which I seek the help of a Korean snake oil doctor to heal my husband's beetle-infested head wound...

      I’m sitting in the living room waiting for my husband to get out of the shower. He walks in, wet with the towel still around his waist. A large clump of hair has fallen out of the left side of his head, leaving a huge bald spot above his ear. He is not bothered by it and explains that it is just male pattern baldness. At first I try to be polite and supportive, but internally I’m struggling with the fleeting nature of youth. I’m only 32, not old enough to have a balding husband! I start to really regret ever taking advantage of having a young and good-looking husband, and I feel like it is all downhill from here.

      My husband tells me that I’m being shallow and immature. He points out that there are plenty of attractive bald me. He mentions Captain Piccard and Amir Khan- even David Beckham is balding. I agree, but I tell him that he looks ridiculous with only one big bald spot in an otherwise thick head of black hair. We decide that the best thing to do is just shave it all off; nothing looks worse than a comb-over.

      I grab the shears and get ready to make peace with aging, but when I move closer to his head, I see that actually there is a large gash deep in his skin, revealing parts of his skull, and full of marble-sized translucent beetles. He can tell by the look on my face that I’m disturbed, that something is terribly wrong. I won’t let him look in the mirror and instead insist that we rush right away to the ER.

      We hurry out the door only to realize that we are living down on of Seoul’s confusing and crowded back alleys. None of the signs are in English and before long we are lost. Eventually we make our way to a main road where we are forced to hail a cab. A golf cart responds, and we hop in the back and make our hopelessly slow way through the city traffic to a hospital.

      The clinic is on the outskirts of town in a Japanese style house with a large garden in front full of snakes from all over the world. There are dangerous coral snakes, cottonmouths, slithering rat snakes, giant yellow Burmese pythons, coiled rattlers, colorful boas dropping from trees and herds of tiny garden snakes wiggling between, over and under all the others. Bright blue and orange fluffy cats mingle with the snakes in the yard, sometimes leaping straight up into the air with their backs arched, hackles raised, tails poofed and toes pointed like the typical black Halloween cat on a fence post. The golf cart cabbie explains that the snakes are for the doctor’s snake oil and the cats are to guard the clinic and keep the snakes outside. He drives up into the yard, dodging the cats, with the wheels of the golf cart thumping and thudding on the snakes beneath the tires.

      Two volunteer nurses rush outside and help us in. They take one look at the beetles infesting my husband’s head wound and explain that these are contagious pests like lice. We rush my husband off into his own private and isolated room where he must wait for the doctor, and then they warn me to wash my hands and burn my clothes.

      I’m walking back down the hall towards the washroom when I notice a young man hiding in a dark corner holding a bobby pin. I ask him what he’s doing, and he explains that he is going to become a master burglar, thief and outlaw. He looks like he is about 14 years old with blonde hair and blue eyes. He reminds me of Leonardo DiCaprio on “Growing Pains“. I ask him why he doesn’t go to school or work towards a more hopeful future, and he explains that he wants people to sing songs about him, like Ned Kelly. I start to question his knowledge of folklore and his romantic misunderstanding of poverty related crime, but I decide it is not worth it. I go to the washroom and scrub my hands. When I come out, I see him at the end of the hall trying to pick the lock on my husband’s door. I punch him hard in the stomach and consider turning him into the police, but he looks so young and clueless that I feel sorry for him and instead let him go out the back door of the clinic. I even warn him about the yellow python.

      Back in my husband’s hospital room, I pull up a chair by the door and sit and wait for the doctor. The dream then disintegrates into a discussion about the Krebb’s Cycle which I’m studying in real life.

      Updated 11-22-2010 at 03:23 PM by 38879

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    8. .

      by , 11-18-2010 at 07:26 PM
      Trying to delete this failed attempt.

      Updated 11-18-2010 at 07:55 PM by 38879

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    9. 17th/ 18th November 2010- Developing chain skills.

      by , 11-18-2010 at 05:23 PM
      I am in a small field with a large blue building at the edge. There are 2 people at the side on deck chairs. A sexy cat woman (Yes, I really thought this in my dream) and a largish man. They spot me and run for me, and I am scared, but I have a huge chain wrapped around my hand. I flick it and just catch them across the face. I then realise that one of my best friends is caught up by them. I whip at the man and the woman, without trying to hit my friend. My chain skills are getting better. Every so often, they throw it back at me, but it only stings me. I eventually manage to get the chain wrapped around them, so they can't move.
      End.
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    10. Zombies

      by , 11-18-2010 at 05:10 PM
      I was owning some zombies this morning.

      I was semi lucid cause I was concious in the moment, though I didn't realise it was a dream.
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    11. Screw you golf guy

      by , 11-18-2010 at 03:56 PM (Images In The Night)
      Took some melatonin. Had a b6 pill. good night, but i'm recording my dreams tool late right now to really remember them well. Heres what i b rememberin yo.

      Lucidity-0
      Vividness-7

      I'm over at my parents friends house. Its on a small lake. I'm walking down by the water kinda depressed for no reason. My dad comes up to me. He asks if i would like to go golfing.
      Dream Skip
      We are at the course. We are at the driving range about to hit. For some reason i'm hitting beans on the ground. The golf pro is standing really nearby. He asks if i need something. I tell him yes, but don't remember what i told him to get. Whatever it was he got it and gave it to me. I put a bean on the ground to hit with a golf club when i realize i need a tee. I ask him for a tee and he gets pissed. He starts saying shit about me. So i start cussing his ass out and making jokes about him. Calling him a little fag. Homo. Just stuff to agitate him. Me and my dad walk to the truck as i'm still yelling at him. We are leaving when i think i should have said hey are ur parents still alive. I think he would say no. I thought then i would say well good your parents are little bitches, but i thought that was too mean to make fun of dead parents.

      Anyway, got to get back to my paper. Almost done and its due in an hour. Shit i'm cutting it close. L8R
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    12. A Gift of Flowers

      by , 11-18-2010 at 03:24 PM
      So I was at school. My boyfriend Chris showed up there, which I thought was meant as a surprise since he goes to a different school. I'm not sure what occassion it was for, but he gave me a boquet of purple flowers (maybe thistles?). I was disappointed, though, because my favorite flowers are red roses. But then my friend (can't remember which one, maybe Megan) gave me a boquet of red roses. I was grateful, but still disappotined that they weren't from Chris.

      Later on in the dream my friend and I were at my locker. I wanted to clean it out since it was so messy, but one of the resource officers said I couldn't
    13. 17 November 2010

      by , 11-18-2010 at 03:15 PM
      I was in some room with a bunch of people from high school, and it was loud with lots of individual conversations going on. Also, for some reason, I wasn't wearing a shirt. I flexed my abs, then went up to the bathroom. When I started walking, the room went silent because everyone was staring at me, and I knew it was because my back was turned to them and they could see how muscular I've gotten since then. Also, I knew they were staring at the tattoo on my back. I walked into the bathroom, and that's all I remember for this one.

      For the next one I remember, I was in French class, and the teacher had the lyrics to "Heat of the Moment" by Asia on the board, but in French, and we had to translate them to English. I was thinking that would be a piece of cake, since I know all the words by heart anyway. First, she called some little black girl to the board, and she actually had to translate the first verse. Then, for the second verse, she called up some middle-aged woman who looked like Ms. Osterly to the board. Only this time, there was a drum set by the board. She started playing the hell out of the drums while singing the second verse, not even bothering to try to translate because she already knew the words. I raised my hand for the third verse. When I got to the board, for some reason, I couldn't remember the words for the life of me. It was kind of embarrassing, cause everyone in my French class knows I'm a classic rock guy. So I turned to the board to try to translate them, but of course, it was fuzzy and incoherent. Then it turned out I was on a game show being hosted by Nick Cannon, and I lost a crap load of money cause I couldn't remember the lyrics...
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    14. weird underground location

      by , 11-18-2010 at 02:41 PM
      just so i dont forget, i went through a tunnel locally where the river goes under the road and it turned into this whole underground complex thing, a bit like the old open air swimming pool used to be like
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    15. The void.

      by , 11-18-2010 at 01:56 PM
      The void is empty and dark. How do I get out?
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