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Black: Non-dream
Blue: Non-lucid
Red: Lucid

Dream 1 - In a desert (LD)
I wasn't sure if this was a lucid dream at first, my recall for it was quite bad... I thought that I might have just had a dream about a lucid dream or something O_O. I was walking up a desert road, I think I looked at my hands and noticed I was dreaming, I felt that it was a really strong lucid dream (which sucked because I can't really remember it and it was early in the night so it didn't last long) which was stable and had a high amount of clarity. I decided to test my control of the area around me, at first I tried to shape a small pyramidal dune of sand into a large square/rectangle. This was extremely hard for some reason, but I was managing to slowly control the shape of the sand dune... I think I woke up shortly after this because like I said, it was quite early in the night and the dream stage didn't last long.

Dream 2 - getting tested by an eftpos machine
So I remember being in the geology department of a building, it seemed to be a white-coat kind of lab. I had bumped into another geologist who was bald or something. A time/space jump occurs and I'm in front of a eftpos machine, except it seems to be testing me, and the bald guy is going through a similar experience. I get 18/19 for my score, he gets 13/17 (didn't notice that the total amount you could earn wasn't meant to be different sadly, didn't get lucid ). His son comes up and helps him out and punches in some buttons, I don't remember much after this.

Dream 3 - Unknown
There WAS another dream that I fully remembered having between the dreams above, but I completely forgot it randomly before >_<

I’m no golfer (more a gopher), but I did manage to recognize that my game was a bit off, and beyond ridiculous, so I became lucid in this Dream Induced Lucid Dream (DILD). Here’s what happened.

An old friend and I were at a golf course in Calgary on this cloudy, fall day. I watch him tee off and make a perfect swing (Smack!), sending the ball sailing down the field. My turn! I walked up the teeing ground, stuck my tee halfway into the earth, and placed the golf ball on top. As I rose to stand, and very unexpectedly, the entire teeing ground became covered in about 3 inches of ice cubes, and my friend said, “Ah, that’s better! Now it’s nicely iced.” It was indeed nicely iced and I slipped and fell onto my side, and then I scrambled to get back up onto my feet because it was freezing cold! My golf ball was buried in ice cubes, so I leaned over to sweep the ice cubes away from my ball, but I accidently knocked the golf ball off the tee.

I dug around in the ice and found my golf ball, but now my tee was gone. I asked my friend to help me find it, and he reached down into the ice cubes and pulled out a wood screw. He said, “Here it is!”, and he threw it at my face, and it bounced off my forehead and went back into the ice cubes. That wasn’t a very nice thing to do, I thought. I dug around and soon found my gulf tee. I placed it back in the earth and placed my ball on top. I stood back up to take my swing, but then my gulf ball turned into a lawn bowling ball! I thought ‘what on Earth’ is going on around here? I kicked the bowling ball of the golf tee and placed another golf ball on top of it. I gazed down at the green, and I saw that it was behind some rolling hills, and we were surrounded by suburbia. As I swung my driver backwards, in preparation for my swing, it hit a square cement post that had magically appeared on the teeing ground. Okay, I get it! This has got to be dream! There’s no way waking life could possibly be this messed up. I’m Lucid.

My friend was hiding behind the cement post, so I peeked around the corner, and looked him right in the eyes. Now his eyes were glowing silvery blue. Not his regular eye color, and since when do people’s eyes glow? I stayed calm, and decided to hide my lucidity and investigate this dream figure, so I asked him, “How’s Erin doing (his wife)?” He then looked at the ground and started to kick the some ice cubes around with the point of his foot, and he didn’t answer me. Then I asked him how his son is doing. Still, no response. Well, I thought, this is obviously not my friend, but whatever, I’m good with it. All the ice cubes disappeared. My lucidity started to fade, so I said, “Please wait here, because I have to swirl.” I began to swirl to bring back my clarity, and dang it, he vanished. I began to think about flying as I was swirling, and not surprisingly I slowly started to rise upwards. Now I could hear the wind howling in my ears and blowing against my skin, and all was dark. I was swirling and flying at the same time. I tried to think of place that I wanted to go, once I was done swirling, so I started to call for my daughter to come, but I ended up waking instead.

02/26/15 I was deep into a lucid marathon when I decided to try something new. In the challenge thread someone asked me to ask a DC to teach me a new Dream Yoga technique. I was not sure how well it would work, but in an earlier dream had asked the youngest (dark hair) of the 3 women, and now a thought came on me while we were hanging out in a hotel swimming pool. She did not use words, but made me know "here is your new technique."

I looked over at the stairs and remembered that a woman had walked down them (that never happened but the same imagery of a remembered event filled the background of my thought, like a normal memory would in waking life). The exact thing I was remembering happened, and a woman came walking out of a room and down the steps.

A thought projected "Now you do it"

I decided that she 'had' turned around and went back up the stairs and into the room.. I remembered that this had already happened. The image formed in the same way as waking memory of a real event. The female DC stopped in her tracks, turned around, and walked up thge stairs, and into the room.

I zipped like The Flash, up the stairs and into the room. She was not in the room and two FBI types came to the door and say they are going to arrest me. OK, I will see what develops instead of trying any control here, for fun. "arrest me for what?" "a female rugby player told us you had sex with her and that she was unable to control her body, as if you were mentally controlling everything she did" "that is silly. Did she say I used force?" "no, she said you used mind control or magic or something" " that is just silly, we were just making out like normal, she was willing, I did nothing wrong (I am making this up, not remembering any such encounter)" "well then, we are going to arrest you for rape, because she was only 17 and you just admited to fooling around with her" "Oh that is funny, statitory?" "yep, come with us"

OK, sub-concious, that was tricky and funny, so I will play along, well played.

We go outside and they take me walking down the highway. I get bored. I used the new trick tto remember how they had got distracted and walked way ahead of me. The imagery shifts and they are now walking faster than me and getting ahead of me. I remember that a car had hit them. Nothing. I am sure I remeber that, it happened just like,,, There is the sound of a crash and a flash of lights and they are obscured in a blank part of the visual field. Close enough, now we play chase!

I took off flying and pretending like the FBI was coming. I flew around and tried a new method of flying fast that I suddenly knew (another new technique, thanks dark hair). I formed a field of energy around me that was shaped like candle flame with the point to the back. If I flared the energy it would push out behind me and have the effect of a jet engine. Eventually I hid under a radio tower and summoned a slushy and happily ate it.

Afternoon of March 1, 2015. Sunday.



I am seemingly a part of a residual memory of a scene from the “Time Tunnel” episode “One Way to the Moon” except that it is “actually” happening now and is not part of a television show. I am not directly involved in the environment though; more like maintaining a disembodied (but three-dimensional) perspective just outside of the rocket and moving along at about the same speed with it in outer space.

When the patch is needed, it is in the area where the astronauts are rather than the storage compartment (as in the actual second episode of “Time Tunnel”). A piece of a latch hook canvas is somehow manipulated to cover the hole, which is of course ridiculous since it is only a screen rather than a solid piece. The extra area of the latch hook canvas is then somehow folded over to build a second layer over the hole, which of course, is still pointless. The latch hook canvas piece moves about on its own on the outside of the rocket and is not handled by anyone. Nothing else happens and there is no major concern about the assumed lack of oxygen in the rocket now.

+(f) doing something with somebody somewhere (hah!) just….couldn't…recall

+ observing and pointing out interesting architecture on a bus ride "they don't make them like that any more!", crazy architect building; I write a fake review/article, then rewrite it with a real quote from a source

I'm riding in a (bus?), looking at a very interesting building to the left, tall, probably 30-40 stories, with a number of multi-floor ornamental "shaped" areas, with large (golden?) ornamental structures built on to it. There is a much more narrow tower immediately to the right of the building. The tower has a large open "belfry" structure. I point out this building "Hey look at that building to the left".

To the right, up towards the hills, is a glimpse of the "crazy architecture building" built by those wacky university architects.

+ (semi?) childhood home: turn down the lights in my room, go flying from parents' balcony

I'm in my room in my childhood home, I'm at the window, I realize the lights in the room are not fully turned up to I look to the light switch on the wall, see the rheostat round dial [false memory my room had a simple on/off switch], move to it and turn it up the rest of the way.

I want to go flying, I leave my room & walk down the hallway to my parent's bedroom and enter, all lights are off and it's pretty dark in there. I see some objects on the floor. I go to the door to the balcony and things get vague here, I seem a bit trapped/blocked by the curtain, I have some weird thoughts(?), but I eventually make it through to the balcony outside . To the right is a view in the distance of a bay of water with ships in it, it's dark twilight. I hear the voice of my mother to the left, down on the house's main deck, and I also hear my father's voice coming from inside the room (or approaching it). "Great," I think, I don't want them to see me flying, my opportunity may be ruined. I make a short movement towards re-entering the house but decide in a flash, "screw it, I want to fly!". So I take a quick leap into the air (I have a moment's thought about falling), and I fly/swoop down the hill, fairly low to the ground (about 6-10 feet off the ground).

As I pass the far corner of our property I hear my mother's voice back from the house saying "oh, look, there's a deer running through the front yard" (I think she has caught a glimpse of me flying and has misinterpreted it as spotting a deer). I continue flying, it is daytime, and I'm flying/gliding fairly low (6 feet-12 feet) above the ground. I'm flying through gardens with colorful large flowers like trumpet vines. I pass over some unknown woman in her garden, I think she'll see me for sure but she does not react. I continue hearing some commentary on my flight from my mother.

I was going to look for Eye but changed my goal to looking for Kiro since i thought it might be easier.

I woke up in my old room and Santa Claus was next to me. I left him and went to look for Kiro but found some of my family members listening to old music in a room instead. I asked if someone could call Kiro for me and a lady suggested that I play a music that might signal him to come here. I put the music inside the CD machine and heard a lady singing. It was nice but it felt like i was wasting my time so i turned it off. I Kept telling someone else to bring Kiro and they told me to wait in the corner. So i did. The person i told was cleaning the room than lay on the ground to reach under a wall to get something.

The dream than shifted and i was now in a daycare room filled with kids. Many of them were misbehaving so I and the others there did our best to calm them down. But it did not work until our boss came in. She was walking fine but than i noticed her face was really pale and a different color. Than suddenly she collapsed. I and another lady rushed to help her and someone else went to call 911. I quickly fanned her hoping she would wake up. But it did not wake her up. I got up after that for some reason i don't recall than turned back and noticed she was gone.I thought someone must have taken her somewhere else when i wasn't looking than went to go look for my fish sandwich lunch that i put away.

I found a lady who i'm familiar with at my workplace and she said that the doctors determined that the real reason she collapsed wasn't because she was sick with the flu. She had cancer.It made me sort of anxious to hear her say that so i left to go look for my lunch and cup of coffee but somehow ended up on a street near a airport.
I flew up than back hoping i wouldn't get hit than landed on the ground. But as i was walking the dream shifted and i was now viewing a group of cartoon looking reapers. They didn't have their weapons with them though and they were speaking in Japanese. They looked harmless and it seemed like they were getting ready to take the school bus to go on a trip or something like that.

02/28/15 Good morning for DEILDs. I was getting lucid alot and my snooze sections were all lucid. I had one weird one. I thought it was a dare on DV to make some kind of bizarre food combo and report what it tasted like. I put milk and sugar and crackers and bacon and olives in a mini blender and mixed it up. It looked like bad milk with floaties. I smelled it but did not smell anything more than a vague milk smell. I tasted it and it just tasted like bad city water mixed with skim milk.

-In my bathroom and my friend is also there (don't ask why).
-We started fighting for some reason.
-I was swinging really slow so i thought "this must be a dream"
-Looked at my hands, had 6 fingers.
-found my dad who was in his room, told him we were dreaming (don't remember his reply)
-tried to fly (or levitate?) in my house and couldn't.
-Opened the window to try and fly out but I got scared to
-looked at my hands again now they were really disformed but this made me happy.
-Couldn't think of anything to do so I went to my sisters room and told her we were dreaming.
-Looked at my hands again and woke up
-What a waste...

-Knock on door
-look through peep hole (its really low for some reason, like knee level)
-see its my cousin and we greet each other
-we spent the rest of the dream just shuffling and looking through stuff under my brothers and my bed.

-Large locker room/shower
-on my friends phone that has this "cancer" app that can see where in your body there is cancer with like a thermal camera or something.
-I guess he didn't know i was using his phone because he came up to me later and asked if I wanted to try his app.

Me and my friend were driving our bikes fast on the freeway, when I realize that there was a rope which was trap in my front wheel. I told to my friend to continue without me, whereas me, I'm going to get a scissor to cut the rope. I turned around and rush with my bike like crazy. There wasn't a lot of vehicle on the freeway. I left the road and went in the forest, when I'm stop by some guys(they didn't look like European people), they were speaking creole with me. I try to tell them if they have a scissor. I was scare that they tell me to get off my bike. One of them went to get the scissor and gave me, I cut off the rope. Now the rope was cut, how will I get out of here and my friend must said why am I taking so much time. I try to turn around slowly, once I was in the good position, I turn on the engine and rush like a flash, I was feeling free, I turned back to watch them and shouted loud so that they could hear me: ''F.... You M.....F....ker'', but another group of creole stop me.......

…and that’s very appropriate as it turns out. Despite some reservations about this site it’s never out of my mind and I always feel drawn back to it.

This is not a good time for me and lucidity. We’re due to move some time this year, I’m working at getting our property to its best state for maximum equity and I’ve still got health problems.

It’s difficult to become LD with breathing problems, headaches and the other distractions so I’m merely ticking over at present. I do hardly any preparation, no long walks and precious little awareness. I’ve only had 2 LDs since I left but that’s OK because I’m still ticking over with dream recall…I’m not going forward but I’m in a holding pattern.

…and that should change this year. Hopefully a new coastal home, an operation due shortly and no more work, work, work. But I have ambitions beyond lucidity now…my dream interest led to melatonin and that led to the pineal gland, DMT, Rick Strassman and reincarnation.

It all chimes so much with me. I’ve always been looking for answers…the main dream signs for me are looking, seeking, where am I ? what am I doing? Religions aren’t for me…I find them too tribal, too caught up in dogma and ceremony. But Buddhism has always intrigued me.

Most of Strassman’s theories are still unproven but there’s enough in it to draw me in that direction. My own dream experiences tell me that, beyond the “adventure” side of dreaming, awareness is everything. Without that (unless you’re one of the few lucky SOBs with natural chemical advantages) we aren’t really going that far.

Without awareness, we could be riding an elephant down a High Street full of pixies and aliens and be blissfully unaware of the insanity of all that until we wake up.

We live in a mad World and it’s getting madder by the minute…and it might also be a dream anyway…better structured of course, tighter plot, more sophisticated CGI…but perhaps a dream nonetheless.

I have pressing reasons to up my awareness big-time because, if the Buddhists are right and we do reincarnate…and their offer of a way out is valid, then I want out…and, at 70, time isn’t on my side.

Big changes afoot now …then nose to the grindstone later this year…back on the dream track, bags of meditation, long coastal walks…maybe even join a local Buddhist group. No shaven head or robes for me though…orange doesn’t go with my eyes.

Till then I’ll log a batch of dreams occasionally and I’ll see what develops. Ever onward.

First dream - fragment

I was using my laptop. I was browsing the web, and downloaded wierd version of minecraft. When I turned it on, I saw strange background and heard ominous music.

Second dream - fragment

I saw this part as an ASCII roguelike. With family we arrived at Siberia by wagon. Then my view changed to first person. We built houses and beds. Next day we were attacked by a horde of monkeys. They stolen everything we had, and the ice plains melted into jungle. I was running around, looking for food and monkeys. In the end I came back home with nothing.

Morning of March 1, 2015. Sunday.



This is, I think, the first clearer dream (though not lucid) that featured the actors from the television show “Supernatural”; Jared Padalecki and Jensen Ackles (though I did have a short dream of the Castiel character some weeks ago which I did not post anywhere yet).

In my dream I am filming the popular television show with a small hand-held camera. It actually takes me some time before I realize that I am filming “Supernatural” and become more aware of the actors. I eventually notice that I am walking down the sidewalk near commercial businesses with Jared and Jensen (on their right) through a bland urban area in an unknown city. My dream slowly takes on rather strange imagery. The two actors have larger and larger mustaches when I look over at them. At one point, the mustaches look somewhat like three pairs of bird wings (at different angles) hanging down, like three separate mustaches growing and hanging over each other. It is an unusual though interesting “style” I reason. (The three ends on each side do not curve upward but sort of randomly point outward and down in three different layers.)

At first, Jared’s three-tiered mustache seems rather mystical and almost creates an atmosphere of authority (and for some reason reminds me of perhaps an outlaw persona from an old western movie) and very unique personal diversity, yet it also seems “wrong” or “off” somehow, though this strange unlikely imagery and slightly eerie unexplainable feeling about the imagery does not trigger any level of lucidity at all. A little later, as they walk off towards their car, I notice that Jared mostly only has half his proper mustache with the other side (right side of his face) being a very thin half, with only sparse hairs. He seems self-conscious at this and casually covers up that side of his face at random moments. I am not sure how this scene relates to the particular fictional episode of the show, or if it is meant to be integrated as such into the plot.

Later on, I am filming near a large open vestibule directly facing a parking lot. The area does not look familiar though I consider it may be some kind of church. I hear a male mention something about the Winchesters in a loud voice from near the church-like building but I am not sure about what is going on. (It still does not dawn on me that I am dreaming.) An older wealthy-looking woman walks by and I notice some sort of minor disturbance. When I walk closer to the actors, the woman apologizes and says, referring to Jensen, that it is not every day that she gets to see God. This seems vaguely amusing and we all laugh about the remark. When I look down, I notice pieces of her necklace all over the street, both gems and beads and a couple larger yellowish diamond-shaped parts. Apparently, she had gotten excited upon seeing Jensen, absentmindedly grabbed at her throat thus tearing off her necklace, and then bumped into him. Nothing happens after this as I focus more and more on the broken necklace (as my in-dream awareness starts to fade), but I am vaguely wondering if she will even notice it or start to retrieve the pieces.

I started out in one of the dollar stores somewhere in the neighborhood(I don't remember which one). I was shopping with my mother. As I was walking, I noticed this individual staring at me giving me a nasty look. He was a lot taller than me, so I knew I wouldn't stand a chance against him. He then came charging after me but before he could touch me, I flew up in the air and hovered above the aisles in the store. As I was flying in mid-air, I kicked him with my feet as hard as I could and taunted him.

Later on in the dream(after waking up, I think), I woke up in a preschool(one I haven't seen before in my life). I saw one of the teachers I worked with back at the preschool I volunteered for in waking life. She was helping me out with how I'm supposed to handle the classroom. We were both inside a classroom with a full set of kids and a couple other teachers. It felt happy. It felt so happy good to be in a job like this because there was happiness all around.

At one point, the person teaching me have done an activity that required us to remove our shoes and socks, walking barefoot. I'm not sure why, but seeing how this is preschool, I didn't question the creativity of improvised activities. I was sitting down somewhere in the back of the classroom where I was talking to the teacher. She wanted me to go somewhere, as confusing as that may sound.

I then somehow appeared to be at an assembly along with a large crowd of people around my age. We were all seated in desks. In front of us was a huge black screen television(as big as the cinema ones). When I was in there, I noticed every student(what I thought) belonged to a specific group based on their past, kind of like the scene in Mean Girls where the geeks sit with the geeks and the jocks with the jocks. I'm not sure which group I was in. I just seemed to be observing everything in the area I was in.

Later on, it was time to leave. Everyone began leaving the building. I was getting my items together but I remember having trouble finding one of the objects. Because I didn't know it was a dream, yet, I kept looking for it. Sooner or later, without knowing how exactly it happened, I became lucid. I'm not sure how, but I did. I didn't perform any reality checks. Once I did become lucid, I spent most of my time observing the room I was in. What seemed to be a huge theater, was not a small bedroom.

I walked around this bedroom figuring out what to do. I couldn't think of much to do after becoming lucid. I enjoyed the feeling of it, though. After a while of staring around the room, I had a sudden sense that the dream started to fade. I didn't want to leave yet. I performed the spinning technique to try and prolong the dream. I remember trying to focus on my body as I turned and turned. I even tried telling myself that I was dreaming and that I want to stay in the dream longer. Seconds later, my vision began becoming darker. The dream ended. I didn't even try to attempt the DEILD technique because I knew I would have a hard time going back to sleep uncomfortably with my arm laying just under my body.