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I can remember fighting for lucidity during some dream about driving down a dark road at night. I could also tell that I was partially awake as I could feel my waking life body back in bed. I was flying, and doing pretty well. I could feel my DG's presence as well. After a few minutes the dream ended and I woke up.

I am watching a history program, something to do with a man who was famous for leading an army and conquering a large area of land. The man looked a little like king Henry, but I was told that he was not in fact king Henry.
So anyways, his army is cutting a swath across the countryside when they come across this small tribal village that grows some kind of black rice. The village is in this river valley surrounded by these tall exotic trees.
The king Henry conqueror seized the village instantly. The women were raped, then killed. The children were taken to be brought up as soldiers. The men were enslaved and forced to continue farming the black rice as it was very nutritious and helped the conqueror's soldiers fight better.
I can recall the narrator of the show talked about how the slaves were actually paid in dirt. This was a joke done by the conqueror's soldiers as more dirt meant that they could farm more.
I can remember some shots of his army being stationed in the village. They have this massive wooden tower on wheels that the conqueror rides in. The tower is also equipped with catapults.
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The dream glitches and I become one of the conqueror's soldiers who is responsible for watching over the slaves. I guess the dream made a mistake there, because unlike the conqueror, I actually had morals.
I come up to one of the men while he works in the feild. I think he was the leader of the village. If not, he was important to the farming village. I 'Remember' there is another village that we did not conquer because it was high in the mountain, and did not normally make contact with the outside world. I tell him I will lead him to a safe village high in the mountain. He says he wants to gather the rest of the men in the tribe and escape with whoever is still alive. I tell him that it is too dangerous as the other soldiers still want control of the village.
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I recall seeing some of the black rice in my hand. The dream glitched a little here. I can also recall that for some reason, there is this big mound of sand in the middle of the black rice farm.
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The man tells me that I have somehow 'worthy' of his trust, even though we haven't gone anywhere yet, and I begin to lead him out to the edge of the fields. Once we make it into the jungle, we can feel a bit safer because we are not as easily spotted. We walk along the edge of the river, following it upstream. At one point, there is a massive stone bridge/dam that we must cross in order to continue. The bridge is broken at one point, and we must jump across. The man I am helping goes first. I am a little afraid that I cannot make the jump, but I manage to do so as well.
After I land, I am taken OOB and see myself and the man. We begin walking upstream again. Faster now, and knowing that soon we will be climbing a mountain.
I become partially lucid and realize that I am losing the dream but am fascinated by the story that is playing out, and I really want to see what happens next. I manage to hang on a little longer.
Some of the conqueror's men are heard coming, on horseback. It's just a random patrol. We duck behind these standing stones that are nearby, hoping that they do not spot us.

Unfortunately did I wake up with a jolt, much too late, and found my husband had - well - done something that made me properly angry. So I was distracted from remembering my dreams of last night, and they really were something special.
What I remember:

I was in a sports-hall with a group of maybe 20 people and we were rehearsing a choreography, dancing.
When I went out to the loo, I saw colour pencils on the wall in the hallway, took them in with me - and somebody explained they were magical things, and one could write with them in empty space, in 3D.
So we did that - we connected all the dancers with a net of colourful shining thin lines, also connections to the room.

And then danced again. I felt all the other bodies - it was as if we were all one dancing organism, parts of a whole connected by these lines.
Amazing - never dreamt something like this before. It's even difficult to describe exactly what this was like - alien and beautiful, that is true for sure.

But again for some reason I shy back from daytime practice.
Not that I had a lot of time these last days - as can be seen with my almost not posting on here - but anyway - I need to get my act together.

There were other very intense and beautiful dreams that night - but this was extraordinary...

Morning of September 26, 2014. Friday.



I am in an unknown room in an undefined (only partly rendered) home. It does not seem familiar in any way (other than having a similar directional orientation relative to the front door as the Cubitis living room). I am aware that my wife Zsuzsanna is in another room to my right. There is a tall thin paper sack, with a rectangular bottom, near the corner of a wooden table in front of me. I do not question how it has been many years since I was near such a sack and how you do not really see them around anymore (at least not where I live).

When I touch it near the top to take it into the other room (where I believe Zsuzsanna is going to give it to someone unknown - I assume an older lady) it begins to quiver and the vividness and detail is extraordinary. I know immediately that there is a bird in the bag. The curious vibrations and papery sounds, almost like paper vibrating against a comb but quite augmented, flow into and through my right hand; a curious intense awareness, and almost, but not quite, trigger lucid contemplation or the potential of lucidity as such.

This concerns me though, as I question whether or not the bird can still breathe, so I look near the top where the sack has been scrunched together to keep it closed for the most part and see that there is a space for a small amount of air to get through. This seems satisfactory to keep the bird alive though I am still inclined to look inside this tall paper sack. Looking into the sack, I see a large but sickly quail lying on its side. I am somewhat concerned about how long it has to live. I think about the reaction of the unknown person in receiving this quail and whether or not it will thrive from here.

After a short time, this quail has somehow transformed into three, two of them quite healthy, but the original still a bit sickly. I do not contemplate how that happened, either. I sense that the original may still recover. The other two are standing upright on each side of the sickly one.

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Of the virtually endless connections and parallels with Zsuzsanna on two different continents until 1994, we also both raised quail for about six months when about the same age.

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Morning of September 26, 2014. Friday.



I am planning (in my dream state) on doing a “comic book page” of the most vivid version of my “The Pink Planet” dream due to its seemingly paranormal nature (relative to a number of things that are simply too complex to get into in writing). The concept of the “twin Earth” is not unique to this particular “dream universe” event, as it had come both long before and long after November 6, 1971. In one case, it was a “shadow planet” remaining on the opposite side of the sun. Taking a photograph of someone with green eyes (my wife has green eyes) and implementing the photographic negative, will cause the “pink planet” effect as well.

I have completed the page in real life, after this dream, and decided to put it in my tumblr journal assuming it will be large enough to display the writing. In my dream, are new facets of energy relating to a “remake”. The remake is based on some sort of overwhelming emotional nostalgia combining the present and the past. In “The Bermuda Depths” (which ties in with personal events and other connections), the ending shows the turtle that was small during the time that the male and female characters are together as children, except now it is a giant yet still has the initials on its back. In this dream, I see that my wife, as a child, is blowing soap bubbles into the sky, one lasting longer than would be typical - the surface of the bubble reflecting Australia as it travels skyward. It grows larger and larger and “returns” as the “pink planet”, still with the residual reflection of Australia to “inform” me that she is on “the other side”.

This layer was not extensively referenced in 1971 or earlier. I have done a lot of research on causal patterns relating to my main “pink planet” dream. Doing this sort of thing is almost like a sort of meticulous “surgery” to try to piece together how my mind is able to combine so many layers into one to manifest this type of dream. Much of this I have documented before many times. One reason is that certain dreams have earlier “prototypes”, become the main experiential dream in terms of residual focus to recur or “reset” (often in “mid-dream”), and are often followed by a lesser “sequel” or with partial parallels (especially when growing up), sometimes broken up into less noticed nuances a year or more later. It would not surprise me at all to learn if some people had the same “key” dreams, thousands of times, throughout all their lives, without remembering a single instance of the more important layers. In fact, I have actually seen plenty of evidence of this online, but will not go into it here.

Firstly, this was during the time when “Pepto-Bismol pink” showed up in my dreams at least once a month or so - and in such cases, I even curiously reflected on this as the color in-dream, yet it still did not result in any trigger of lucidity. As before, I can argue whether or not my dream would have been the same had I not taken Pepto-Bismol. I also believe there was an influence from volume 16 of the Young People’s Science Encyclopedia which I had at the time. The cover shows pink clouds with a man hovering over a sphere and another one shown in the distance as shown in the image of the cover.



Comic strips the eve before personally showed the usual odd synchronicity. Nancy “blows her breath” into a balloon to (sarcastically) “save her breath”, which is shown as a sphere, an act similar to blowing soap bubbles as in my dream. The other is Snuffy Smith where the two primary female characters look at a crystal ball covered with snow - this of course influencing the idea of the top being the “North Pole” were it to be a subtle symbol for Earth.

Finally, as the most obvious cause in 1971 (at least on this date) was that I had seen “When Worlds Collide” (from 1951) 11:30 at night (on “Shock Theatre” on channel 13). I then watched about seven minutes of “I Walked with a Zombie” (from 1943), the second feature, but was too tired to stay awake and had already seen it a couple times by then. My 1971 dream likely started from around four in the morning at the latest, three-thirty at the earliest.

Were it not for pop culture continuously shuffling me along and giving me “clues”, I may likely have still found my soulmate. The amusing “go to Japan” in-dream aspect as mentioned before, again was accurate, as that is where the airplane landed prior to reaching Australia, something I do not think I could have even subliminally known as a child.

Dream - Lucid

I was holding a guitar. Dallas was teaching me how to play it. I had my fingers on the strings, which were going both vertical and horitzontal, like a tic-tac-toe board. He was teaching me how to put my hands on the strings and only strum one at a time, not hitting any others at the same time. I wasn't sure how that was possible, but I did it. I moved my other hand on the neck to produce different notes. It actually sounded good! I played a couple of scales, making the end of the last legato on the last few notes.

I then was approached by a little boy. He was this girl I knew in high school's son, John. He gave me a hug, then, very articulately and adult-like, started to tell me about this video game he played called "Kingdom Health"; I assumed it was more of a Christian version of Kingdom Hearts. He then was telling me how much he loved my recording of Moonlight Sonata Movement III. He said he really liked the one that I had that played backwards. I was thinking about the recordings, and how they weren't that good since I'm not really that good at playing that song all together, only certain sections of it. I was thinking about how the backwards recording sounded, however, and it was quite smooth.

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I was pushing around these three infants in a shopping cart. I was in a building, though I'm not sure what it was. They were wrapped in blankets. One was a boy and two were girls. I kept thinking about how I needed to change their diapers, particularly the boy's, but I hadn't yet. I reached down to touch the boy's face to make sure he was even still alive. His eyes opened so I knew he was. The weird thing about the babies was they were like "training" babies; it was like a sim game of taking care of babies. I knew they weren't "real", but at the same time, they were.

I kept thinking about this the whole dream, but never doing it. Someone else, a girl, was with me at some point. Also at some point, I was in an arcade.

There was then a point where I didn't know where the babies were anymore. They were gone. I figured they had gotten taken away from me.

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I was at Dallas and I's wedding, though it was taking place in a beautiful church rather than the place we really did get married. There were many people there. I remember the atmosphere being fun.

At one point, I heard my old friend Josh on speaker phone with my friend Caitlin. He sounded like the Josh I remember (haven't spoken to or seen him in ages IWL). The phone looked more like a small radio than a phone. I then announced to him
"You know you're on speaker phone, right?"
His voice was then replaced with another guy's voice. I don't remember what he said, but he was talking directly to me. I do know it was because Josh didn't want anything to do with me anymore.

A bit later, I thought I spotted Josh at the wedding, but upon further examination, it was an older man. Of course Josh hadn't come for the wedding.

I then was having a good time in the sanctuary of the church with my family and friends, and I became lucid. I started to walk to the side of a table, like the gravity was switched and I was standing up sideways, but I quickly woke up right after. -_-;

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I was with my friends Rachel and Chad, a married couple. They were playing piano duets, Chad playing the left hand part and Rachel playing the right. I didn't even know they knew how to play piano! I saw the music going by as they were playing. The right hand looked complicated. The song was in a minor key. I think I wanted Dallas and I to be able to do it too.

Then it was like I was controlling a Sims game. I made my character have this glitched black doberman looking dog. He kept getting bigger and bigger. I then put my character in fish net tights, a shirt, and I think a skirt? And my character was a middle-aged balding guy. I made his thighs get bigger too. He looked ridiculous.

I was making my character walk around at night outside. The viewpoint was not a traditional Sims overhead view, but a closer view similar to that of many FPS games. There was an NPC at the backdoor of a building trying to deliver a package. I made my character go up to him to tell him he had to go around front. He did just that.

I then wanted to take my character downtown to go party all night. I looked at his needs bars, and saw that all but one were completely full and green, with the one not being completely full just a tad bit drained. I just had wanted to make sure his energy was up, but since I had just created him he was full. I then made him start to run through some grass towards downtown. The character was taking huge steps because he had long legs. I then was the character, and I felt myself running and taking these giant steps.

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I was at work at the bakery. A girl I used to work with at the coffee shop, Virginia, was working on the decorator's side. She was helping a customer with something. I was feeling very lightheaded and tired. I walked around to the back. I think I was eating something and trying not to get seen. I then was trying to exit the dish washing area, and I started to feel so tired and lightheaded I fell to the floor. Wow, why was I feeling so off?

I then realized that I was dreaming. The tiles on the floor instantly became more vivid, being a light olive green color and a light pink color. Almost as quickly as it came, however, I felt it fading. I rubbed my hand across the tiles to stabalize the dream. They felt quite real. I then started to run my hand over the wall, and it felt like only pressure on my hand. I got up off of the floor and started touching everything I came across. There was some black metal grating over this small electronic thing that looked like a digital thermostat or something. I ran my hands over it and felt how realistic it was. I then reached into the grating and pushed a button on the thing. It was locked with a code, and the small screen said something like "Cal9". I thought about how dream text constantly changes.

Spoiler for Explicit content:

I then walked out of the bakery and into a new area. I was in some restaurant-type place now where many people were sitting in booths. I decided that I wanted to have some dream sex, so I approached a tall bald black man with a mustache who was sitting at the booth. He had a child of about 4 with him, a little boy. I straddled the guy, and he said
"Do you think gay people ever come here?"
I understood that to mean that he was gay and uninterested, so I moved on to the person sitting behind him in a booth, a girl probably around my age or a little younger with long black hair. She looked up at me and I went and straddled her. I lifted my shirt up and exposed myself. I then couldn't hold it in anymore and had an orgasm, which, of course, woke me up.

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My sleep was fragmented last night, so I don't feel like I remember as much as I could have. I know there was more to all of these dreams except the last one, but I can't recall too many details, only generalities. I have been quite stressed lately, so I'm guessing that has something to do with it.

Only one fragment of a dream today but at least I'm ticking over. I'm working at trying to visualize (maybe it's the way forward) I read somewhere that basic visualizing (for example seeing a red circle) is easier if you can induce the hypnagogic state and I have managed to achieve that once so far...so I'll try that route.

2.30
Myself and one other are on the run from some people. We are moving across a large open area and fearing that our pursuers are close behind.

We know that a house belonging to these people is coming up ahead so we branch left into a much more built up area...and that was it.

So far, since my return to Dream Views my dreams overall have been less and more disappointing and I can't work out why. I've definitely been working more at ADA, I know all the mantras, and responses by heart. I do have more of a health issue at the moment but I have a hospital appointment and I'm working on this problem.

The only other change has been the position of my bed. For the first time for 15 years in this house I'm sleeping north-to-south rather than east-to-west. I can't see any logical reason why that should matter but I will get around to switching back for a few days to at least knock that theory out of the equation.

As a by-the-way I've been Googling and I came up with this:-

When people slept mostly on their stomach, one of the most common dream subjects was sex, such as believing that they had a secret admirer, often someone famous. Other dream themes that were common for stomach sleepers included feelings of being tied up, being locked up and being unable to move.

What is this sleeping position’s connection to dreams of feeling restricted? While that’s not completely understood, the study’s authors say it may be a result of the pressure that’s applied to your face, chest and genitals when sleeping on your stomach.


I don't think I'll try this at the moment...I have enough trouble breathing as it is...

Yesterday I had a dream I woke out of bed walked downstairs said to myself “is this real?” proceded to my frontroom looked behind the curtain and my friend popped out with someone and I screamed a scream that only i could hear in terror, then all of a sudden were in the sewers and i turn down some liqiur from someone chilling with us.

Then last night i dreamed i was in a store and got lords of the fallen, but it was a animated game and got a free steam roller. Then i was at my house with a few people i know put some seedlings into a container came back and they had fuzzy white mold on them. everyone was dissapointed but i still had her. After that dream i had another one about being on a school bus full of hispanics and woke up.

I had a dream this week of me going through a mall and going to free food courts to find out I was in a giant collage. I then found my room in the dorm full of people and unpacked my bags full of new clothes. I ventured out the back and saw a petstore up on the topfloor with a path leading up to it. Was one of my favorite dreams of the year.

These are a few of the dreams that I've had over the past couple weeks

dream 1:
The dream started with a false awakening. I wandered over to the bathroom, it was very dark. I had a feeling I was in a dream when I opened my eyes and still couldn’t see. I started to float above the ground and I floated right on through a window to get outside. It was really dark, I couldn’t see anything. I waited patiently. Suddenly everything became bright and I was standing in the driveway outside my house. I looked around and the world was what I would describe as surreal high definition. I could see every blade of grass and every leaf on the trees above me swaying in the breeze. I remembered that I wanted to summon dreamer. I looked around and said, “Oh, so you’re behind that tree EH DREAMER?” I went behind the tree and there was nobody there. I looked around again and said, “Oh, I get it, you’re behind me! NICE TRY< HA”. I spun around and she wasn’t there either. I wasn’t about to give up yet, I said, “Ohhh you’re down the street walking towards me”. I flew up above the trees and saw her, walking down the sidewalk.

I flew over and landed beside her. I was surprised at how much she looked like dreamer. Almost identical, except that her hair was blonde instead of purple. I made a big grin and said, “Dreamer!!!” She walked over and gave me a hug, and then immediately turned around to leave. I said, “Wait, don’t leave yet”. I made music start playing from the heavens. “Let’s dance first”. I grabbed her hand and she assumed the proper waltz positioning and I was not about to have some super formal dance. I grabbed her by the waist and spun her, lifted her up into the air and she laughed a little. I twirled her around and dipped her and we did all kinds of crazy moves with my awesome dance skills.

After a while it started to get dark. I sat down on an upward slanted driveway and looked up at her. I asked her, “Did I scare you?” She turned away, nodded, and said, “Yes, the sister thing…” I interrupted her, “I didn’t mean it like that, it wasn’t even the whole truth”.
“What do you feel then?” She asked.
I responded, “I like you, I like you a lot, and I’m really glad that we met ”.
After a short pause, she responded, “Thank you for telling me the truth”.
We walked down the sidewalk together. It was really dark now and the only light came from the houses around us. We got to my driveway and she said to me, “Let’s sit down and I’ll take you with me”. I assumed she meant out of the dream. We sat down together and looked up at the night sky. The music was still playing. I made fireworks start to go off. Streaks of red, blue, green, silver, and gold exploded across the sky. Little kids ran down the street, laughing while they chased each other with sparklers.

dream 2:
The earlier part I can remember, I was on a quest to find dreamer. I remember that I was traveling through space/time to find her. I ended up in the 60's or 70's, in a room filled with hippies. They had a huge bowl of weed and they were smoking. They tried to get me to smoke with them but I refused, because I was on a quest. So I jumped through space/time again, riding the waves of eddie van halen's guitar riffs. They were silver and they flowed with his music.

This time I ended up in a room with some people from my past. I had a conflict once with one of the guys that was there. He tried to sell me some acid for 5$ I think? I don't remember that well now. I just remember that he got upset and threatened to raise the price because he didn't like me. I bought it and put it in a freezer and then he was getting ready to fight with me. Another person from my past that I was once friends with joined him and they were going to try to beat me up. I tried to calm them down, because I didn't want to hurt them . I decided that it would be okay if they could pretend to fight me. So they pretended to punch me and beat me up like we were professional wrestlers. After awhile they felt better and that was good. So I continued on my quest!

I walked through a door and it teleported me to dreamer's room. Except it wasn't a room. It was outside in nature, on top of a cliffside. There was a long piece of outstretched bark that had a poem written on it. I don't remember exactly what it said but I thought it was pretty neat in the dream. I looked over and saw dreamer standing nearby, but I couldn't exactly see a physical appearance it was just a field of energy sort of. I walked over to her and gave her a big hug and it felt quite nice.

dream 3:
I had become lucid at the end of a dream. It ended before anything cool could happen, so I waited in the darkness for another dream to begin. The dream started in a shopping mall. I was sitting on the floor of a store, leaning up against a wooden wall. I got up and knew that I wanted to summon dreamer. I started looking around for her when I saw someone with purple hair and purple clothes. I looked closer and it was some asian girl in a wig. I noticed that there were a lot of people wearing this uniform of purple clothes and a purple wig. They were dreamer's fans. I asked one of them where dreamer was. She responded, "I Don't know...you look like trouble". Then she took off to report back to the boss. I followed her and grabbed the back of her shirt so that I wouldn't lose her. She led me to a store that had purple light inside. They had just released something fantastic and world changing. The DC in the purple wig walked up to dreamer, who was sitting high up on a shelf. I moved past the purple wig DC and walked up to dreamer. I asked her what she was doing all the way up there and she ignored me. I started to climb up to get to her and she turned into a cloud of purple smoke and then went into a handheld machine that looked like a gameboy. I turned on the device and some text moved across the screen. I woke up.

dream 4:
The earlier lucid part that I can remember, I was sitting in a room with myself as a kid and as a baby. I was staring at a TV for some reason when I realized that this was probably the worst way to possibly spend a lucid dream. I walked over to the little kid version of me and asked him if there was anything that he wanted to tell me. He said, "Where are the nerds at?!" I was pretty disappointed with that answer. I asked him again, "Is there anything that you want me to know?" He started talking about the nature of identity and love and I was getting really into it when the baby version of myself pushed a button on the ground and the little kid version of me sort of faded away slowly. I was a little upset and so I picked up the little baby me and it started to turn into an evil baby dc with magic powers. I tried to restrain it but it escaped from my grasp and ran under a blanket where it disappeared. The blanket went flat. I walked away, I didn't want to mess with such a potentially scary DC. I went outside by floating up and through some glass. I hit the glass and couldn't get through the first time I tried. I imagined that I was transparent and half phased into another reality. Tried again and I went right through the window. I floated a little too far though and started to move into a neighbor's house. I re-solidified my body but my thumbs were trapped in the neighbor's blinds so I had to break them off my hands. I remembered that I wanted to summon dreamer.

I did my thing and looked down the street and I thought I could see her coming towards me on a bike. I noticed that she was riding with a pack of other girls and they were all in their teens (including dreamer). I wasn't very satisfied with that. She turned into me. Weird. I focused on her energy and imbued the DC that was now me with that energy. The DC started to slowly changed. First all of it's hair fell out and the face started to transform. It wasn't a very pretty sight so I looked over at the teenage girl DCs to see what their problem was. They didn't seem very nice at all. I looked back and the transforming DC was now almost Dreamer. Her purple hair grew out of her head until it was a proper length and I was quite satisfied. The sun had almost completely set at this point.

I walked up to her and touched her forehead with mine. My lips brushed against her upper lip, and then her cheek. I kissed her. We started walking down the street to get to the main road. I remember that she asked me why I looked so tired. I told her that I was about to wake up, I couldn't stay in the dream for much longer. We got to the road and it was night time. The sky was mostly clear with a few clouds here and there. There was a small sleigh on the road that had a toy santa sitting on it and a couple of stuffed toy reindeer. I thought about using that for flying into the sky when I saw a much bigger one appear next to me with more toy reindeer and no santa. We started to climb onto it when it took off. We weren't completely on it yet so we were clinging to the back, trying to hold on as it flew into the sky. Woke up. So close to something awesome Oh well, next time!