I was on some bizarre camping trip w/ a group of little people & some of my family. My dad had erected a big tent for us on a wooden platform (the girl scout camp I went to as a kid had some like this). We were all eating camp site food & it started to rain. The tent was gone for some reason now & the little people were trying to help us construct one out of materials around the camp site. My aunt Jill who is only a couple of weeks older than me was being a bitch. Got woke up by fucking A/C guys. They have been here all day so it better be fixed this time!
I finally had my first Lucid dream after 2 and half month! I am so happy, even though it lasted 10 seconds. It was a cool experience. It was vild like method combined with the wild method. My dream did go like this: I was visualizing my scene, and suddenly after seeing my sister eat dinner, I was on a bike, and I rode at full speed through the city. I did A RC while being on the bike, (a nose RC) and it worked! I could breathe in. Happy inside, I rode on my bike a little more, and then wanted to fly and leave my bike behind. But at that point I woke up.. I couldn't fly, but it was still amazing, I knew I was dreaming, and I really felt the wind through my hair, and the speed of my bike. I hope I'll get more LD's, and a little longer then this<3
Had a DILD this morning. I dreamed I was at work and music was blaring out my laptop. I tried to find the mute button but could not find it. At that point, I figured I was dreaming because of the foolishness of my macbook not having a mute button. I explored a little bit and I think I lost lucidity along the way or something.
Not much to this dream but in it it is daylight and I see a street near where I work.
I dreamt i invited a friend, Fran, to a house in the countryside. We slept in the night, and at the morning of the next day i offer him some breakfast although there wasn't anything to eat. First i offer him some mint tea, then some toasts. I was walking from the bedroom (actually we were sleeping on the living room) to the kitchen, and from the kitchen to the sleeping place. Then i went to the refrigerator to look for chocolate and honey. There were 3 bars of cholocate left, so i took 2, and there was the bottom of a jar of honey, and the refrigerator was empty. He wanted to put that into the toasts, lol. Then he asked me for some cream (like cheese-cream). This part is really disgusting. I go to the kitchen and fetch from some drawers two pots of cream. I give him one pot that was open but full and i check the other one. He starts putting the content into the toast, while i was looking that the pot i was holding had some hairs that came from the underarm. He was still preparing the toast, so there was no need to scream. I told him "look at this, it seems this is not cream but rather deodorant." He said something like oh, and was undisturbed with it. He finished preparing the toast and we decided to throw it in the toilet. A toilet was right there in the living room. We finished our poor breakfast and we went outside. We crossed a river, right outside the house to spend the day either walking on the road, or having fun. We were almost crossing when i told him i had to go back to grab the keys. He told me he would call his boss (he actually doesn't work) to tell him he would stay here. I ask him if he wanted me to grab his bicycle, but i didn't hear an answer. So i went back and i heard him saying that the water was cold. It was indeed cold, but i considered also that it was morning. I looked up the sky and it was cloudy, very cloudy, like if a storm were coming. I get off the water and had to walk about 40 meters to enter the house. There were some trees before the house. I look at the sky again, and i saw a grey background with a lot of ravens. I walk nevertheless and these ravens start to fly, like concentrating (and some of them charged) and then flying away. While they flew away the sky became clearer and the storm dissipated. There were like 100 ravens, and i felt tense while i was walking beside them. I didn't wanted to hurt them but i supposed they would attack me, and then i wouldn't know if i would react or not. I was more fearful of my reacting rather than whatever the ravens did to me. So some of them charged at me, like 3 or 4. I still walked but i was having doubts with regarding my intentions, if i wished goodwill even if they attacked me, or actually i was having an intention of ill-will towards the attacking raven. One of them bited me in my arm, and i didn't felt pain, but i felt/thought that something had to be done. With tranquil deteremination i grabbed him by the beak and opened it, but i wasn't feeling angry at all and that was something very good for me, rather i felt equanimity. He flew off but as soon as he was flying, and all the crows were doing the same, the sky opened up and showed that a beatiful sunshine was behind the clouds, and knowing that i waked up. As soon as i waked up (i knew i really waked up hehe) i had a clear insight for my meditation. The most difficult part of the sitting meditations i do are to keep the constancy in the time of the sitting. For example if i determine to do 1:30 minutes i tend to do 1 hour, which is the normal rythm i have [Im not pushing myself too far in the goal, because i realize it is something i can actually do, i could even do do 2 hours, and 180 minutes would be pushing too far]. I don't do it because i know it's a little bit more of effort and im lazy, but im also aware that the benefits of doing it would be awesome and great. This dream has given me the motivation to endure my meditation, work a bit more, and i know that i will get to see the results soon. What results i expect?: -That 1:30 minutes of sitting would eventually be as easy as doing one hour. -That all the pain that comes from meditation would eventually fade away (not by itself hehe but from work of the meditation which is done little by little) -That after the pain is gone i will experience some pleasant feelings, and that would be the next thing i would have to deal with. -I will gain more clarity and tranquility. That means peace of mind. Some other notes: -The house i dreamt was house of M. Olguín, of Rio Cuarto. -The countryside was that which my mother rented from May/June to August/October 2015. -I actually walked the road of that countryside to the city one day. I walked like about 4 hours and have completed only 20% of the road, so i went back before dusk. I arrived just in time, the sun was setting when i arrived. So it was also a fun day. (The next day my mothers boyfriend came in my bicycle (the one of my friend in this dream) and i went back the same day in that bicycle. He stayed for about 4 days there, but there was food to survive hehe.) -Yesterday i watched a video of Bhante Vimalaramsi about the obstacles of meditation. It was a great talk which motivated me a lot. I think what it taught me was to accept, be mindful, investigate and continue. Developing this would be something like developing strength (in the mind).
Updated 08-29-2016 at 03:52 PM by 53430
Morning of August 29, 2016. Monday. My wife Zsuzsanna and I are in bed, though I do not pick up on the fact that the orientation is quite different. Beyond my feet (I seem to be lying on my back) and not that far from our bed, I notice that three young men of about twenty years of age (possibly younger) had been looking at us through the mail slot on our front door (even though we have no mail slot and in fact I have never been in or lived in a house with this sort of layout). The three males take turns looking at us, which is odd because I think they might also see through the window in the door (although this is not certain) unless they want to remain mostly out of sight. Since I am nude, I am therefore not embarrassed about any implication of having slept in my clothes (as in a few past dreams including a recent one), but I am very annoyed at these imposers. I get out of our bed (without getting dressed) and get my large barbell (my weapon of choice in many dreams) and go to our front door (of a fictional appearance) and shove it through the mail slot to bonk one of them on the head and continue to strike whoever is within reach after mentioning something about this imposition to Zsuzsanna. (Discovering that unknown people, usually younger males, had been watching me as I sleep is a long-term recurring dream situation since early childhood, though usually non-threatening, and is a dream sign of residual subliminal memories carried over into sleep, which typically represent threads of my own conscious mind or in some cases an unexpected environmental noise. In this case, my conscious mind’s “intrusion” into the realm of my dream self is validated by the mail slot, which represents potential communication between non-lucid dream self and conscious self. Because I probably do not want to wake up yet, I subliminally “pretend” it is an intrusion by strangers, though in some cases there actually are real voices on the public footpath from outside our house when we are sleeping.) The scene and setting very curiously shifts to one where Zsuzsanna and I are sitting in armchairs (now fully clothed) in an unknown mostly featureless room with the three unknown males who are sitting on wooden chairs. Three small dogs, possibly chihuahuas, are running around and are seemingly a mild threat though they do not come close enough to bite either of us. I push them away with the barbell and also bonk the males on the heads a few times even though they do not directly attack us. I do not really feel like hurting the dogs and we leave without incident. Later, I am in the backyard of our present home on W Street. Zsuzsanna is sleeping on her left side in a grass cocoon (seemingly intricately woven of thin grass) very close to the west fence. I hear someone talking, probably walking south past our house, and wonder if they are going to bother us by looking through the gaps in our fence. Zsuzsanna looks beautiful. The grass cocoon covers almost every part of her with the appearance of a papoose, with only her face showing through an open oval area. There is a sense of love and peace.
done from memory just now: -------------- 3 nights ago: + up close newspaper [DREAMSIGN], I poke it with my fingers and letters appear on top of the type, I draw red/brown lines under words in the paper, I can read the words clearly (but forgot) + surfer red head/face in water car floating (long, vivid) + girl on girl friends planning a road trip, playing old pinball game the girl on the girl is standing and hanging on my shoulder. + in the bedroom of girlfriend, caress her blonde hair/head pushing her hair back from her eyes many times (kiss her?) I notice a large closet with a mat on the floor is that where she sleeps? Then I see I'm sitting on one of two twin beds in this room. + small headed girl [DREAMSIGN] making out, turns into a sequence of brief sexy times with different partners, a bit abstract. ------------------ 2 nights ago: 3 times paralyzed: 1: I wake (FA) in the dark from a sudden loud sound. I'm in bed with my wife (dream house). I should get up to investigate. I try to stand up but can't and am pulled back in bed like I'm attached by short strong bungee cords. My wife gets up to look around I manage to get up. It's very dark and everything's hazy, I'm walking around and wonder when I'll encounter my wife again and we should be careful not to scare each other. 2: I'm on a bus driving along the east side of campus on CD by dad's old office, I see redhead old high school friend CB walking by I think this name and then I see he's walking with our friend DD (jr high best friend), I say "ah crap!" because I wanted to talk to them, I'm with grade school/neighborhood friend EB who complains "hey!" like he thinks I want to be with the other guys more than him. Then I'm lying in bed with EB and he's rolled on top of me and I can't move, I tell him to get off of me, and I get out from under him and I'm stuck a little bit in the sheet 3: outdoors with guru(?) and people there's a clear sign I can read it (but forgot), I'm making a religious gesture with my right hand but I can barely lift it above waist level a force is holding it down, I try to move slowly and carefully and find I can movie it more freely then. Someone comments on my old work t-shirt which has a picture of a slice of pizza on it. + at JE? (grad school first GF)'s house, there is a sudden loud sound which I immediately interpret as the newspaper bow throwing today's paper and it hitting the window to the living room in which we're standing. Go to the dining room table and a bunch of people are there. One of the house residents has completely deconstructed several ball-point pens and the parts are all organized and laid out on the table. Each part has been completely pulled apart down to its smallest mechanism, each part is very small and there are hundreds of parts all laid out on the table. I recognize the writing tip just a few milimeters long pulled out of the end of the ink writing tube/refill. + outdoors daylight over/in large body of water with waves? Approach shore there is a boardwalk(?) there with large (cartoon character?) statues to one side. I start flying and rise up into the air and am flying along the windows of a hotel, looking in. The windows are very dirty and the view inside is hazy/unclear. I'm searching for hot girls? I come to a window at the left edge of the building and I see two girls inside the room, each on their own twin bed, they look pretty good so I open the window and climb in. Sexy time ensues with the girl on the left and it goes wrong fairly fast Spoiler for sexy time gone very wrong: Getting a BJ from "her" and she seems to have become an Indian man but I don't particularly care, I decide it's time for intercourse and I want to make sure "she" is a female again, I'm getting on top and its body has become grossly fat with a huge mounded stomach, I think there are "girl bits" down there but I no longer want that. So I lay down on my back on the bed and indicate for the BJ to continue. It says "what is that!?" and is looking at my crotch. As I look down there, (which is much darker, both hair and skin, than normal), I see there are some rotten small berries stuck in my pubes which I recall picking up from somewhere earlier, the berries have attracted a swarm of flies which take off and fill the air. So this isn't working and I get up and now I start thinking I should have used protection, and I go into the bathroom to the sink to wash my (ahem). I turn on the tap and lean in and wash off my (ahem) briefly and I notice that the door is only a half door on my left, like a saloon swinging door, and the 2nd guy (who started as a girl) is standing there peeking over the door at what I'm doing. This second guy is saying they're heading down for the meal which I didn't think would be until later but it turns out it's at 7:30, in only 9 minutes. I go back to the window which is a back way out of the room and go through a door or two and fly out, I at first intend to go around the buildings but then I go up over the roof and into an open window in another building and start flying quickly down a stairwell. Round and round the stairwell and down and down I fly, very fast. At several of the landings I see a clock whose minute hand is approaching the 30 minute mark. I end up in a room with an elderly woman at table and some (weird?) objects (for not very long but the detail forgotten). ----------------- last night: + dueling/fencing competition lots of thoughts on the scoring involving the square root of 3 as a factor: I battle a girl, I'm holding a fairly stiff fencing sword, probably epee or saber, I feel the curvy grip, I strike a fencing stance I know how to fence and she does not, I will lunge and this will be a pretty easy win for me. I lung and I hit her squarely between the eyes on her nose bridge on her helmet. I win the bout. But later I think this was just one score, we probably had to have several more. I plan and need to avoid swipes to the legs. I plan parry riposte movements. + at work of a competitor talking about what work and designs I did before on previous products, what I've done before, [DREAMSIGN]. +(f) view from below up a hill with a snowy slide/chute where people could come swooping down + in an office cube on my computer, running some program there. I have a colleague in my cube, I'm picking up trash from the floor and throwing it away. +(f) some guy is displaying his invention, a sort of coffee table/clothes washing machine (?) with slots for magazines +(f) shuffling cards, reversing a stack of cards by laying them out then flipping them over
Updated 08-29-2016 at 06:51 PM by 65364
I had four dreams remembered but couldn't be bothered to get up or rather I conned myself into thinking i'd remember but didn't I had one dream before waking up that was nice, I was at some school leavers do and the headteacher was being was i considered a bit mean to various kids. They were sitting on two main rows of chairs facing each other in a grassy field. He was walking up and down the middle choosing kids to tap on the head or do other things that might make them lose their cool. When this was all over I realised I was one of the "leavers" and it was time for everyone to give each other a last hug before going. People got up from there chairs and moved towards the first person to hug. One girl with short dark brown hair with pigtails that seemed to defy gravity through her hands in the air and came at me, I was overcome with emotion and we hugged big time. Then kissed. Next thing I was planning on going on holiday with her LOL. [comment] I realised im not often happy in my dreams, but recently they have been creeping in LOL Anyways so for me this is a memorable dream, I was quite euphori, with lots of waves of warm fuzzies and super smiley
Morning of August 29, 2016. Monday. My dream curiously starts out at the King Street boarding house (where I have not been since the early 1990s). I do have some memories of my present life status but it is distorted and also changes before my dream ends. I start mowing the lawn, but oddly, for whatever indeterminable reason, continue to mow all the way to the north side of La Crosse via the causeway through the marsh (though which is more like normal land in my dream). I may in fact be working for the street department as I did in real life, though that was mostly for Onalaska. I feel very happy and satisfied as I somehow walk all that way, while mowing yet, without getting tired, even somehow casually mowing over some rather large bushes with thick trunks. I feel a bit helpful for others in the area in doing this. Strangely, without even considering it odd or impossible, I end up at the corner of Hamilton Road and Stadcor Street in Wavell Heights (Brisbane, Australia), instead of where I should be, that is, George Street and Sill Street (Wisconsin, America). On this composite corner of the two locations, where we never lived in reality (though we did live on Stadcor Street farther down from Hamilton Road), there is another version of my family, though I am somewhat confused about it as I am also there (rather - “another me”). My “other” son Lorenzo, a child of the “other” us, is playing near the street. About four police officers are near our front entrance talking with the “other” us. Our house resembles a composite of our present home, the Stadcor Street house, and the Barolin Street house. They apparently had brought Lorenzo home after he had unknowingly wandered off. I start to mow “our” front yard, but the officers remind me that my job is to only mow the public areas. From here, I mow along what is either Stadcor Street or Sill Street but which ends in an area similar in appearance to where it would have begun near the George Street turn off, not at the end of the street on the other side. The particular corner lot also seems rotated ninety degrees north to east as well as duplicated to the north. This puzzles me quite a bit even though my memory of the composite could not be right anyway (due to the fact it is a composite and not a real layout). I am not sure where I should continue from here, though it is not quite a dead-end, as there may be an intersection that would imply either Corowa Street or Wood Street (though which would imply Loomis Street is “missing”). As I continue to try to only now work out where I am, I notice a large unlikely feature in the center of the empty lot which now seems to be a park. It looks just like an old mausoleum. This gives me a very eerie sense of mortality and I am soon wary about where I am. Still, I consider that it may not actually be a mausoleum, as why would there only be one in the center of a public park? Looking more closely, I see a large clock face over what would otherwise be the entrance, which seems like a miniature version of Big Ben. This slowly convinces me that it may not be a mausoleum (as why would a large clock face block a mausoleum entrance) but perhaps meant as a city tribute of some kind. I am still in awe over the very eerie and ancient-looking feature and I do not go any farther. (I do not recall the time that was on the clock as I did not note it while in my dream. It may have indicated the real time, though this is not certain).
I was in some city, it was a really dark evening. It was a district with old buildings, sealed off from the rest of city due to escaped prisoner, only three streets of this district were available. Most people hidden in homes, those who just wanted to drive to another district and got caught by blockade were sitting in their cars. The streets were mostly empty, there was one car and a police van. I was wandering the streets, trying to find some shelter. I was wearing a dark gray hoodie and sticked to the shadows. I followed one street and got closer to police van - it was empty. I looked to nearby car and saw a man in dark gray hoodie, he looked like me. Then I saw incoming group of people, I asked the man inside the car to open doors, but he just sat there motionless. When they were close enough to attack, I jumped back and ran away to another street. I heard some speaker talking about some strange disturbance in sealed area of the district. I decided to run back and find a way to another district or some shelter, but I expected to see that prisoner and when I was back on that street, he appeared again. This time there was no police or any other car. I tried to stealthily get to district exit, but the man appeared again. We fought, my strikes seemed like they had no real force. He smiled, everything went black. I found myself in some hotel with two people. We were going to some restaurant. I looked at one of balconys and saw that man with whom I fought before. I ignored him. We got to the restaurant and got our table - we've signed in on false names. I heard someone from the staff say that muslims were not allowed inside, so I thought about bringing one there. Then a woman appeared from thin air and joined us at our table. She had short brown hair.
Wasn't able to write this up straight away but I'll try remember what I can.. Dream I think this was a dream where me and someone else were running from this ape-like beast. At some point I think I was climbing across a few beams.. I saw my hands and became lucid, but I woke shortly after. I was too tired for a lucid and eventually fell back asleep to the same dream.
I'm not going to be fully detailed with this entry but it was weird. I was in my house and with Dawn but he was half furry or animal. I jumped on his back and told him that we would do the dhl mission together but that we needed to get MadMonkey. MadMonkey's voice came up how I imagined it but when Dawn was walking to the room with me Dawn's voice changed and MadMonkey didn't take a form but ended up vanishing. Dawn's voice sounded like Eye's voice but it was somewhat different. Than Dawn dissapeared and reappeared next to me. When I entered the room Dawn followed and we sat on the bed. I asked him to show me his true form. He said okay and changed and fell into my hand. He was the size of a small hand stuff toy but he looked like a baby cat with redish pink skin and no fur. His eyes were closed as well. I told him he was cute and kissed him. He stayed in that form for a bit than moved until he collapsed and changed into a red puff of smoke. He than tried going inside me. I tried pushing him back but most of him already got inside of me. I knew that these characters that go in me are apart of me but gosh, I disliked it that way. Anyways I was now being pushed downward and falling at a fast speed. The dream world now became a huge white space with blacks 0s and objects going up as I went down. I could see for a few seconds the outline of the cat form pushing me down. I got a thought about a myth where if you fall down from a very high height in a dream and hit the ground you die. I heard about it from friends when I was a little girl. Anyways I decided that I wasn't going to let myself be pushed around and flew in a U turn up and bursted through the 0's. Than just kept going up and as I flew I thought about waking up. What I got though was a FA where I was staying at my sister's house and it was nightime but she wanted to watch a movie with this guy. I didn't want to watch it because supposedly the movie involved a grandma becoming a spirit and going on a dramatic family adventure. It was also a comedy. I remember hearing the Grandma ask for skittles too in the movie.
Updated 08-29-2016 at 05:05 PM by 67570
#493 – DILD – 9:08AM There is some preliminary dream about my wife looking very Asian. I am taken aback by this, but quickly have a false memory that this is how she is supposed to be. I have warm feelings of love and communicate this to her as I normally do in waking life. Now it's a false awakening and I decide to just go ahead and sleep on the floor... or did I wake up there? I have the thought that the uncomfortable sleep should help me induce a lucid dream since I have been failing all morning. As I try to have a WILD, my wife starts talking and asking questions about what I am doing. Typical dream wife! I don't get too annoyed, but I do my best to ignore her. As I watch her groping hand over the edge the bed looking to make contact with me, I mumble something about trying to have a lucid dream. Suddenly, I am overly worried about waking up on time for work. I know I must have set the alarm for 5am but I need to make sure. I get up and try to check the alarm clock on the dresser, but none of the buttons are working and the digits are distorted. There is a VCR next to the alarm clock that I take for granted, but the time is all zeros. Frustrated, I leave the bedroom looking for my cell phone, but quickly notice it's in my right pocket. I pull it out and hit the side button. The screen dimly lights up for just a second and then fades out. Then I finally get it! What if I am already in a dream? I do a quick half-assed nose plug and agree that this is indeed a lucid dream. At that point, the dream becomes dark and I nearly wake up, but I quickly stabilize by crawling and peering into the darkness – my usual bag of tricks. The dream quickly stabilizes and I stand back up. I look around the dream environment and notice that I am in the first house I ever purchased back when I first started lucid dreaming. There is no irony here, just time distortion. Forgetting that, I become over-whelmed with euphoria that I am lucid dreaming and shout, “OH LUCID DREAMING! HOW I'VE MISSED YOU!” Then at a normal tone, “I did it. I really did it.” I notice a large, old-looking, child's book on the floor. I try to read it. I name off some random words that appear out of the alphabet soup swimming on the pages. I decide this random garbage isn't worth my time and throw the book away. I decide to leave the house but find the back door is missing. I find this mildly curious, but I don't let it deter me as I swiftly move to the front. I pause at the other exit and think about the daylight and the grass I just saw outside the large pained window in the living room. I use expectation to enter that world and not the dark abyss that sometimes grips me when I transition areas. My efforts pan out, but I do notice the somber, overcast sky. The grass is looking really dry with a lot of brown patches. I recall my dream goal to talk to an animal; I had a really funny dream about a talking rooster the night before and wanted to repeat some of that experience. This time a large white husky type dog comes running to me. He's so excited to see me. He dashes around me letting me pet him a little then runs circles around me. After a moment of play, I mentally tell him to talk and he quickly reminds me of the dog from the movie Up “OH my master. I am so happy to see you.” Something about this is disappointing and I decide to mimic the chicken from my other dream hoping to recapture the humor there. I say, “Cockadoodledoo maaannn.” Yes the chicken from my dream sounded like an old burned out hippie. The reply I get is total unexpected and that's what I love about my dreams. I hear an echoing answer from across the street, but it's no chicken that I can tell. How do chickens sound when they talk? Not like this, I suppose. Certainly not like the dream that had me laughing all day. No, the voice sounds like a little boy and I am curious to find it's owner. We play a quick game of Marco Polo, stoner rooster edition, and I am taken across a large yard to a barbed-wire fence. Because of the nature of dreams, I know this could turn into a tangled mess so I quickly decide to phase right through the wire. There is some fight, but I mange just fine. I sense the boy is calling to me from this old farm house that's now in my sights, but just before I reach it, the dream switches to black and I wake up. Damn the luck!
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