Caden

11/19/18. Monday.
Was on a cobblestone street following an old wizard. It felt like 1930’s American city. I flew up to rooftop. There were pipe chimneys, vents and an old type suitcase laying there. I decided to look around. When I got close to the edge I felt that there was a charm on the rooftop that if non-magical people looked up here, they would see only what they were expecting to see (nothing). Rooftops are a place where we magical people like to hang out sometimes because we can more easily get away with not be seen by nomaj’s. I took out my wand and had a look around and saw box about hand sized. When I opened it I saw what looked like a clock but I recognized as a time turner. Valuable but I already knew the time turning spell on my own so didn't need a charmed device for that, so I put it down for some one else to find.

I was a bit taken back by how I was myself behind this magical-world-themed personality. I was like I was inside another me that was acting. It was way more than that, this was a person in a world with it’s own rules and my mind worked differently here and knew things that my regular mind did not.

I went over to the suitcase and saw that the big suitcase was open. I put my wand away and tried to look through the clothing (a woman’s clothing) and stuff to look for a name tag. Some of the clothes started falling out and I didn’t want to make it look like I was rummaging through it all. I put the clothes back before I could find a name tag or something.

I decided to leave before I got into some kind of trouble. I felt I had someone to meet up with so I had to go quickly. I decided to apperate so I ran and jumped off the roof and tumbled in the air and apperated.

(I felt like I was in a different feeling world.)
I found myself materializing in some bedroom. This world was much more like the world that I live in. In fact, the room looked a lot like my own bedroom, but it was hard to see as it was night and dark. I looked around and see a guy waiting for me while sitting on the bed. He was waiting for me to get there so that we could both go someplace and do something. He was definitely not me but had some similarities. Once he saw me, he was like “alright let’s go" and got up, got his hoody on, and headed out the bedroom door. I wanted to explore the room more but the guy was leaving and this was interesting so I followed. However, on walking through the doorway I very noticeable passed through an energy field of golden light that was about the width of a finger! I recognized it as the energy field that I put around my own bedroom to keep lower entities out, but I couldn’t figure out if this was my room and wanted to investigate this more, but once we were out of the room there were two older women in the hallway connected to this room.

Out in the hallway there were two woman were looking into another room like they were looking for someone. One of the women was in her late 50 in PJ’s and the other was in her 70’s. in a plush light-colored robe. They were aggravated. The middle-aged woman was surprised to see the guy and said to him “Where have you been?” He angrily and quickly walked past them and said “Don’t worry about me. I’m going out for a bit.” I followed and wondered what their deal was, but they weren’t getting along. He made a right into a kitchen and grabbed something off of the counter and then out of a cabinet. It looked like a kitchen from the 1960’s or 70’s and the refrigerator even had an old pull out handle on it. It was that odd dream reality mix of different eras in things. He turned to the frig and opened it. I thought he must be making a quick meal before we head off. He took some of the items inside the frig and put them up on another higher shelf, which seemed odd but made sense when he completely removed the lower shelving and took it out. There was a hole that went through the refrigerator and the floor to a poorly lit something down below! He then climbed down into the hole! That was unexpected. I wasn’t sure what to do but this seemed like the best possibility for an adventure, so I decided to follow.


I woke up. I was a little disappointed about not continuing the dream.

Tuesday 11/21/17
I was at some Mall walking around. There was a long line of people waiting for something. It seems to be the train station. I became a little lucid. I decided to go on the train. I decided I didn't want to wait in the line and tried to get through the gate just by trying to go through the gate. It worked, I passed through the chain-link fencing like a ghost would! I was waiting for the train but there was almost no one on the platform with me. It seems the people who were waiting for the train in line we're just waiting in line, they were just dreaming of waiting in line. This is typical of dreaming areas.
I got on the train and took a seat and the train started to go through a place a lot like Brooklyn.

I looked out of the window and saw apartment buildings and backyards and street at one point I started to see red flowers in a tree. It was amazing to me that all of this could both exist outside physical reality and be looking so amazing!
As I looked out at the flowers in peoples backyards I thought, where is the blue, and I started to see blue flowers in the trees. I next saw these huge blue flowers is that looked at least is big as a man's head! I couldn't figure out what kind of flower they could possibly be, they looked a lot like morning Glory but they were tremendous in size! I knew it was a dream and was amazed by the fact that this looks so much like physical reality. I was also happy to take this little vacation outside of physical reality and life. Then thinking about physical life I woke up.

I never rode this train but at least I rode it while sleeping!

Thursday, February 4, 2016.
There were guys in a former house that I lived in there to fix the air conditioning. They were taking apart the coolant pipes because something was clogging them maybe. There were other people living in the house though But they were off at their jobs at the time. Soon they were flushing the line. There is a huge amount of water hundreds of gallons that dual pushing through.
[This is where it got interesting]
Me and one of the repair guys that wasn't working watched while standing under a large tree. Then there was a flash of light. The fix-it guy was talking about the lines he was fixing and I said about the flash of light, "Did you see that?" He stopped talking and was like "what?" but said nothing. I said to him, "Was that lightning?" [As it turns out the flash of light was lightening in the waking world flashing through the window. The thunder of it woke me and probably everyone else in the town up.] The dream character didn’t seem to realize what I was talking about at all because in the dream it wasn’t raining or even cloudy and he didn’t see anything, he just gave a strong look like 'what are you talking about.'

PS. First time posting in YEARS. This dream was taken from my personal dream journal in Word. I'll post some of the best dreams till I reach the present.

Morning of 09/17/2013

I am in a crowded cathedral like place. It is dark inside even though it is daytime and has a medieval church feel to it. There is a lot of noise and activity as if something is going on. One of the men comes over to where I am, to see a woman there. The 30ish handsome guy is in dirty medieval clothes and is not supposed to be here but nobody has noticed. It is understood, between the woman (also attractive) and he, that he needs to change clothing. She wordlessly suggests average working guy clothing but he rejects those saying, “If I wore those, what would be the use (of being royal)?” He put on flashy yellow and gold armor.
I’m a bit taken aback when a good looking blond woman also in medieval clothes walks in front of him a bit, but facing me, and takes off her medieval dress being naked underneath.
I hear a lot of noise all around but there is a commotion behind me. My view moves in reverse back out of the main cathedral into the entrance hall. It appears the King has arrived and there are a lot of people all trying to get his attention and attending to him like a superstar. I see his face and he looks like Star Trek’s Worf, which for some reason does not surprise me. As I see him coming towards me, I become a person walking along, I feel having feet again, feet in sandals. The King walks by and I say to him “There’s a surprise…” referring to the naked woman, but he took little notice of what I said and kept up with his pose’. I then thought how I thought talking to a king was never so formal or that not just anyone could talk to him so easily.

Morning of 09/02/2013

The Gas Station and the Lions
*Reoccurring dream. This is my 3rd or 4th episode here. One of these dreams even occurred in the house and the gas station was only seen from afar. The house had way too many people in it and was a dirty mess with sofa cushions and clothes thrown all over the place.

We are talking (me and a group of about 3 others, one red neck guy about 38, and 2 red neck women artificial blonds at about 45yo) by the old gas pump under the light. It’s a nice summer’s night and we are talking about people as the moths fly under the overhead light. We are leaning on and over the old gas pump, talking about people in our circle of people we know and kind of complaining about them. We all come from the house right across the street from this gas station, we come here to talk and be outside, because inside there can be more people and they are a bother sometimes. There is always a street-going vehicle prominent in these dreams, a muscle car, a fire engine, this time it was an ambulance that went screaming by the front of the station that got all of our attention. In addition, there are always two big cats. Sometimes they seem like cheetahs but they always revert back to being male lions. The lions run around but are harmless and we know it. The cats don’t belong to us but are our friends or something. One of the women complains about the cats saying she wishes they weren’t there all the time and would go away, to which I say, “there is no delete switch on a living creature.” They both whipped their heads around,eyes wide, to glare at me in a shocking, “NO don’t go there!!!” look like I was going to talk about how the dream is not real and ruin it for them. Their creepiness freaked me out and I woke up.

8-10-2012
It was a fitful night of sleep but a very productive one.

Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 over most of dream
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
D1 First Job
There was a lot of chaotic dream imagery going on in my childhood home. By the end of it, I remember a replay of the day I went off to my first real job. It didn’t really happen like the dream, this was as if it was being reacted again. From what little I remember of the day, this dream’s reenactment had a lot more upbeat-ness to it than the real event. There were other people there as well that were not there in real life but the real participants didn’t interact with them almost as if they were extras just there to fill in the background. The overall feeling was that my mom and I were so glad that I was finally going off to a real job; we were almost giddy with happiness. I’ve been working since I was 16 and was never giddy to start any job.

Notes: I see this as my subconscious putting on a play on this subject. My subconscious’ retelling of the event is an interesting take and one that makes me focus on my own possibly dower mindset and questioning the amount I worry. I guess that time should have been a giddy one being as big as it was but why it wasn’t is now something to think about.

Awake, I tossed off the covers I was way too hot.

Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 over most of dream
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
D2 Necromancing
Again, a lot of chaotic dream happenstances going on in dry outside “scrub” areas.
I am flying around a lot in a California area. I see a nice California suburb and a nice house on a hilly street and fly in only to see the family right there behind the door and they are up to something. They are all (father/mother/20+son/16+daughter) going to rollerblade out the front door, down the street and down a very very steep street to the bottom of the hilly area where a train track was; it looked deadly but they were very happy and getting ready to go.

As I looked down where they would go my attention followed and I was now looking at another typical California house but not in a comfortable suburb and more on its own and with large succulents growing in the front yard made of rocks and sand. This house had a retention pond next to it filled with green water. There was a road in front of the house and in the road was a dead cat with dried blood and body fluids staining the road.
Thinking about the cat gave me a higher level of lucidity and I commanded, “back to life and all [internal] parts back the way they were” and I made a gesture with my hand to push life energy out toward and into it. Nothing happened. Still I sat waiting. Then it moved, the mound of fur got up off the blood stained area and I could see the cat’s face and its legs clearly. It staggered slightly as if it had woken from anesthesia or something, down toward the retention pond where it took a good drink. Afterward the reanimated cat walked off to my left toward the house still groggy but seemingly perfectly fine. I was happy that I had found a new dream power.

While awake I pulled up the covers being way too cold. I tried to remember the alive cat.

Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 over most of dream
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
D3 Father in the lot
There was more chaotic activity and I flew around but I came to a vacant lot that seemed to be somewhere in a central North Carolina area with that red soil. For some reason I was looking for a link to the real physical world from here in the dream world and I thought I could find it here. I looked over the lot, there were a lot of people here milling around and I asked them but they had no idea what I was talking about. I circled the lot from the road front to the back and then back up to the road front finding nothing.
I was pretty lucid at this point and noticed dreamers popping into this area either from other dreams or from just falling asleep, it was an interesting area, especially for a weeded empty lot.
Then someone popped in that looked like my father when he was in his 20’s. I was a bit shocked thinking if that was really him. He stood there looking off into the distance smoking a cigarette with a lot of attitude like they used to in those old movies. I fully realized he could look however he felt, this is the dream world. I walked past him looking. Then he turned to me, I saw it really was him and we both hugged. Then I said “So, Welcome to North Carolina” and as I put my hands out encompassing the dry dirty red soiled vacant lot and street, a boy popped in right to my right with a look of complete surprise. I was annoyed with this dreamer getting in my way and pushed him out of my way with my arm. In hindsight I remember this boy back from a dream I had of looking in a mirror and I was he, a towheaded 10-year-old chubby white boy with a crew cut. I ignored the boy and walked back to the back of the lot with my father following, he was more concerned with how he felt than anything anyone else was doing. I asked a dreamer that looked like he knew something where this was but he just looked at me for a second then looked back at the rusted stove he was wresting with, with some other guys.

I wandered around and found my way inside a department store inside an open-air mall. I was still trying to find a connection between here in the dream world and the physical world and was very aware of the dreaming world’s rules. While wandering around this place I rhetorically asked a three foot tall impressionistic statue of a T-Rex “where is this place” and it started to come to life, which shocked me! This small yellow metal impression of a T-Rex had been given some of my life by me asking it something, by my giving it my attention and this I felt sorry for since it was barely a T-Rex or anything, it was bad art that would have a life like that so I foolishly as a reflex said to it “oh sorry” which only served to give it more life! It then jumped off the shelf it was on and down to the floor very alive and becoming more so. It looked up at me like it was speaking but I heard nothing. This was uncomfortable and felt sorry for it so I walked past it to take my attention from it so it could go wherever such unintended creations went.

I saw a sales girl behind the makeup counter and asked her my now constant question but more pointedly so that she knew what I was talking about, “where is a point of reference between the physical world and this one?” She looked at me with a sarcastic look of “are you nuts?”
Then I see one of those cash register laser guns red lights and think that maybe the point of a common link between the two worlds is not a thing but an energy, maybe the photons can be that link.

I woke up and was still too cold and now ached too, I felt like I had been on my back for hours.

7-31-2012
My goal of controlling the theme of the dream was surprisingly easy. Getting into a feeling that I expect the dreams to come to be in has been so easy even that it is now hard not to do. This has given me a lot of control over the dream world even if I am nowhere near lucid. With new power there are new problems namely what controls the controller. I control the theme of the dream but those feelings I use to control the dreams sometimes come from the night’s influential dreams and not what I wanted. This has given me whole nights of dreams with all the same feel to them; this is actually kind of tiring and boring. I need to work on creating feelings independent of any influences upon me.

Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
D1 Enchanted cottage

I was wandering around an elementary school wondering why I was there and what I was supposed to do. Eventually I got fed up and found the exit. Just before the doors I stood looking around to see if there was anything I could do. I didn't see anything worth doing just kids walking around and administrators directing the kid’s traffic, so I decided to teleport (tp) somewhere. I thought it would be strange for people to see me tp so I walked outside to look for a secluded spot to tp in.
Outside I saw an ornate manhole cover and thought that would be a good spot to tp on. Standing on it though opened up a passage to another dream world, an enchanted forest. Within arm's reach was a large heavy old dark wooden door with ornate patterns similar to the manhole cover but more so. Entering I saw it was like a cottage/club house with 2 young twenty-something women sitting on the floor. I went over to them and saw they were rolling dice and small bones and other things on the circular rug on the floor. I walked onto the rug with them and they were totally accepting of my presence there so I moved some of the clutter away to make room to sit down with them.

Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 over most of dream
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
D2 Phone Call from Subconscious
I'm wandering around another elementary school wondering why I'm there and what I'm supposed to be doing. I look for the exit a lot sooner this time. Outside I think about finding my car but I can't see all of them from the entrance so I fly up to get an overview. Looking down at all the similar looking cars I realise this task is futile and so is my flying here. Slowly I descend. Apparently the school is on beach land and the school is surounded by that pine shrubbery which I then descend into. I feel the hurts of lowwering into this scrub but the pain is not painful. I say "That's one of the perils of flying, landing" as I walk out of the scrub area.
One of the librarian types I saw inside the school is standing there telling me she had something for me to do inside if I was up to it. I said I was and followed her back to the school but just before I got inside I heard a phone ringing. I stopped and checked my pocket and there was a phone unlike my real phone, I was surprised. Pulling it out I realized it was not mine at all but it was still ringing so I opened it. It had tiny instruction card adhered to it and those clear fake display stickers that are on new phones, it was brand new. Curious I said my "hello" into the phone in a unsure high-pitched voice. "Are you a kid?" I heard the unknown caller say and replied with my name but I heard nothing so I spoke again and louder. I did this a few more times till I was yelling into the phone hoping the person on the other side could hear me. By now I had walked behind the woman into the library and went over to her at a table where she was making something with construction papers of different colors.

(God of my dreams is how I feel most of the time and that leads me to being invulnerable 98% of the time. It also leads me to awesome dream powers and controls.)

7/16/2012

My first entry here was to re-liven my dream experience which was a huge success. Now after much time away and my dream world's largely ignored, it's time for a new mission, I need to master what I call the fheme. The fheme = a feeling that dictates the theme of the dream. If you feel the dream's theme should be that there will be danger and that you will be the target of it, then you have set the fheme. It's more of a feeling than anything and that feeling controls your dream experience; control the fheme and you control the world and DC's of every dream even before it starts. So far most (75%) my fheme control matches my pre-sleep time about an hour before sleep. I need much better control and then I won't just be invulnerable to my dream's creations, I'll be the creator.

(God of my dreams is how I feel most of the time and that leads me to being invulnerable 98% of the time. It also leads me to awesome dream powers and controls.)

7/16/2012

My first entry here was to re-liven my dream experience which was a huge success. Now after much time away and my dream world's largely ignored, it's time for a new mission, I need to master what I call the fheme. The fheme = a feeling that dictates the theme of the dream. If you feel the dream's theme should be that there will be danger and that you will be the target of it, then you have set the fheme. It's more of a feeling than anything and that feeling controls your dream experience; control the fheme and you control the world and DC's of every dream even before it starts. So far most (75%) my fheme control matches my pre-sleep time about an hour before sleep. I need much better control and then I won't just be invulnerable to my dream's creations, I'll be the creator.

Two nights in a row I have created 2 DC's.

Type: Regular Dream.
Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 over most of dream
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

The first night I had a long dream marathon starting with me working on a movie set and thinking I need to teleport (TP) to a different location. After a lot of TPing around I find myself in a empty Mall on a second floor and I see the cartoon character Veronica.
I have no particular attraction to this cartoon except she is atractive, haven't seen it in the comics in years though. I still have the weird mindset, this is a dream and I'm OK with seeing a cartoon walking around like a true 3D person. I approach, and the flat cartoon takes on a 3D form but still a cartoon and completely accurate. She has no soul, I can't get any thoughts or feelings from her from her telepathically. She stops and I walk up behind her very curious about this "person." I feel her by running my hands down the from of her argyle feeling sweater and her skirt and am amazed how real she feels. I still can't hear any thoughts from her even being so close, she is an enigma. I, standing behind her think "hmmm" and rest my chin and head down on her head as she just stands there at attention, I feel her hair under my chin and it feels real too and still she looks 100% the cartoon.
A lot of other dream stuff happened at a beach and a movie set again and more TPing with me TPing into a passenger side car set while someone else is driving!


The next night a similar dream but I find myself laying on my back in an unfurnished apartment's bedroom. A wasp flies in the room and I chase it out with swats at it and my mind. I then remember having this dream before but that's all I remembered. Then there was something black flying around and it turned out to be fairy. It was 2 dimensional like a drawing in black.
She landed near me like I was her protector and went from tense looking to relaxed but I couldn't hear any feelings from her, she was completely unreal (still 2D) and yet looking pretty animated and real-ish, I was bemused. Then I remembered the first time I had this dream, I didn't swat at the wasp and it attacked the fairy until she disappeared.

Not sure why these characters are popping up, am I supposed to create something or someone?

Type: Regular Dream.
Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 over most of dream
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
{telepathy in these brackets}

I was having a long traveling dream of driving over different highways. Then it started to get dark and a girl in the car yelled "LOOK!" I did but saw nothing at first then I saw a tornado off in the distance.
The guy driving started racing away to get away but when I looked again it was right near us! Then it tore open the car from the windshield and the girl screamed but suddenly I was not buying this dream any more. I said in a exasperated tone, "I got it" and put my hands up and held the twister and waited for it to dissipate, which it did very quickly. The skies brightened and everyone in the car made statements on how lucky and relieved they were but I was pouting.
I was thinking "this stinks! Nothing in these dreams is real." When I was a kid everything seemed so real, now it's like watching a crappy black and white movie with predictable crappy plots and crappy predictable actors, blah.

I awoke. "I should be focusing on the short haired girl [a reoccurring character former dreams]," I thought since it seems she really is me in some form.


Type: Regular Dream.
Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
{telepathy in these brackets}

This new dream was just as vivid and the like the other but this time it had a short haired girl in it. I saw her and interacted but there was nothing special about this girl. When I said telepathically {it's me} she just looked at me like I said it out loud and waited for me to follow up that statement. This girl is just another DC.


Type: Regular Dream.
Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
{telepathy in these brackets}

I had two more dreams something like this is but different environments and each time the girl in it was not the real deal. The last dream I had, had me trying to talk to the girl when some other girl nearby whipped out a knife, and with a huge smile, stabbed me in my left shoulder where the collar bone would be! This kind of pissed me off in a "these dreams are not helping" kind of way. I looked down and the gaping slashed hole and closed it with my thoughts and shook my head and thought "this is not working." Exasperated I woke up and felt a little defeated.


Notes: I have never willed someone into my dreams before so by default I instead did what I have done plenty of times, created a DC. Tonight I will try a new tactic of replaying her "roles" in my former dreams to get her essence and then call out for that.

This time I was dreaming that I was in a wearhouse and people were walking around and I stopped and thought "I can do anything in this dream, I have special powers." Then all the DCs faced me and clapped and cheered. This caught me off guard.

Then I was in brightly lit room on the floor and I was making up a sign

something like this but with sprinkles too.
This was really un-guy like. While putting on the sprinkles I started to think "what am I doing???" [you're making a poster for the hip 80's band Got Mouth], a female thought told me. I didn't recognize the name of the band but more so I didn't like the silly ridiculousness of this, it was so not me!
Thats when my view panned a bit over to the left side and I saw someone in the space where I was a half second ago and it was the short haired girl, oblivious to me comfortably sitting on this floor folding paper for the sign. There was no way she had just sat there, I came out of her somehow. She looked older than beofre maybe early 30s.
Dream ended.
In an earlier dream, she did say that she was me. I seem to be dreaming through someone else's dreams, this is very interesting. I haven't gotten a name of her yet, working on it.

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8-8-11
Type: Lucid Dream. (Visiting the Dead)
Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
{telepathy in these brackets}

We arrive at the short few steps of a Brownstone. There is a guy behind me but I hardly know him and he is basically trailing along to learn some things. I have been to this place before and yet part of me doesn’t know where this is. I feel my awareness and that I am whole again on the other side of reality where thoughts make things and places and this was a simulated New York village. Every time I am here it seems unpopulated, there are no signs of life on the outside, save for shrubs and trees, not even any cars on the road.

I have forgotten who we’re here to see but I know what to do and walk up to the door. The guy I’m with wants to push the buzzer/doorbell. If this was physical reality the mechanical/electric device would work and ring the persons doorbell in their apartment but here only the newbies and dreamers try it out. I can see telepathically the guy I’m with is a mess, he is unsure of everything but trying so hard to be perfect, so I let him ring the bell and wait as if there is a buzzing sound and then I open the door and walk in.

It is always so dark in this vestibule and the stairs, I can see in the dark but it is so unfriendly and foreboding although it is not meaning to be.

I walk to a dark corner and push and twist some wooden molding, this opens the secret passage to the part of the place we are going to. We walk in and it is still just as dark.

We walk up the stairs to the correct door. The nervous guy behind me gets even more nervous as I stop in front of the door as I try to remember who’s place this is. The nervous guy comes around to the front of me and squeezes between me and the door to open it. The door opens and I realize it is my grandmothers place! No she never had this place when she was alive but has taken to liking it after her death. She is standing there expecting us. I see her but don’t know how to feel since she is not the full old woman I knew. She has been dead for years here and many more in the physical world and has regressed to her younger more vital young-woman-self. What are the rules for greeting someone who thinks they are both old and young and that they know you but not really? We greet {and acknowledge our relationship} but she is half the woman I knew and another totally unknown to me, the younger woman before she met my grandfather. He was not around since died before her and has forsaken the physical plane altogether (long story of another nonphysical place and a cool place at that, the Last Timers Ring that rings the earth, but that’s a story for another time. Basically he was leaving the physical plane for ever and I have never seen him since.), she seemed to know this.

Before going in I saw a metal threshold and there was an engravements in it and I bent down to examine it more closely. It was so real looking with dirt in the letters and abrasions. I felt it and it felt so perfectly real, I was blown away by it a bit but gathered myself and walked in.

I wondered around her place looking at all the intricate objects and how they all fit into her between-life life, it was very fascinating. I was in awe at how real it all looked, and felt! The kitchen has the same kind of tile from her physical kitchen, it is dark in there but I didn’t want to mess with lights in a nonphysical place.

Then I walk out into the living room and saw her nonphysical-life dog, a little white poodle! Animals are so rare in these nonphysical parts! I bent down and pet it and it felt so real! It was not at all a perfect representation of a dog; it had dirt under its belly as if it had never been washed. I got down on the floor with the dog and gave it a good rubbing. It stayed there as if it liked the petting. It didn’t have much personality which is basically life-force so I intended on giving it some of my own and it perked up a little bit and became a little more lively, literally.

I saw my grandmother was happy that I was enjoying the dog but she was hard to look at since I saw both the old woman and the young woman, pretty disturbing. I realized that she was the “old dead”, people that have been dead for a long time but still felt tied to their old life. As for myself, I didn’t even feel tied to my physical life and I was still living it! I was, and am still, not sure why she hangs out in that drab place!

I got up off the floor and realized how low the crummy dusty chandelier hung. The table had all and birthday cake on it with many candles burning and kinds of stuff on it like back when she was alive. It was all kinda sad, not that she was dead, you can be more alive dead than you ever were when you were alive, but she was not moving on she was stuck in this dark small apartment of her own creation with all these sad trappings of a past life.

My grandmother was cradling a baby that was known by her, and I, to be unreal but she felt she needed the comfort it gave. The old dead are creepy people, two or three lives all jumbled up into one undead existence. {It is time for us to go} and she got up and the baby disappeared and everyone started to move to the door a bit. My grandmother had to walk around stuff and stacks of magazines, tied with string, in a tall knee high bundle. The place was full of little things like that, fascinating!

Then there was a woman with 2 small kids in old time clothing that just appeared in the living room. “Ok lets go” she said to the kids and they all walked into the hallway and vanished. Creepy. Can ghosts have ghosts?

My grandmother walked out of the door and the nervous guy waited near the sofa and wanted me to walk out first. I, on the other hand, was astounded with the reality of the place and rubbed my hand on the wall by the door feeling how solid it was “look at it! It’s solid, like the real thing!” He looked at me like I was crazy and was getting jumpy.

We walked out into the dark hallway where the jumpy guy said “my dream guide likes to be surprised…but not TOO much.” I thought I would try not to do anything strange.

As we all rounded the corner a man came out of the dark and I realized it must be this guy’s dream guide. I thought, about what not to do and so did exactly THAT, I skipped like a girl across the floor and then regretted it immediately.

“Hi, you must be his dream guide” I said.

The DG was a tall guy and dressed like he was a 17th century aristocrat with flowy sleeves and such, “yes, I am in fact!”
“Good to meet you.” I said while turning to the nervous guy.
He waved at the dream guide stiffly and gave a nervous “Hi” with a nervous smile.
I’d seen enough and decided to leave them on their own.

Then there are these little lights floating in the air in the dark hallway and everyone gives me one. I love this!

My Mom yells at me from a dark place but I can see her face, I ignore her, but everyone else seems not to even notice her.
The end, I wake up.


Awake i check the time, I had been asleep for only 2.5 hours!

Yearly Goals

8-4-11


Due to recent dream events I have to scrap all the goals for this year, save finding out more about the short haired girl.

My dreams have lead me to the conclusion that I am intentionally editing my dream experiences and memories. By being woken up by others, I have caught myself telling myself to forget a part of some dreams while starting a new parts. I kind of suspected this and was keeping a more lucid eye out for this and found a couple of clear instances of this happening.

There also seem to be kinds of "secret side doors" of sorts where I seem have put memories or ides, in the form of dreams, for safe keeping. To get into these places I have to spot or feel them (which means being lucid enough to look) and be able to enter with the appropriate frame of mind. Sometimes rarely I find myself in these secret places but there is a pressure, a mind-frame, an expectation to have a certain frame of mind. Usually I am shocked to find these places and do not get into the mindset quick enough and the dream seems to literally push me out of it. I have an innate attraction to these places. I think these places are highly effective communication tools but what they would say or do, or why I would hide them from myself, I don't know. The few I have stumbled across, and still remember, seem to be unpopulated by DC's and the places have a very strong feeling to them. I usually am very lucid as well yet do not feel like myself in these places which is different than all other lucids.



Find Info on Short Haired Girl
This is stated in my previous task posts but she is a reoccurring DC that doesn't act like any other DC. I have found no info on her at all since posting this goal a few months ago, she can be elusive.


Find the Secret to the Secret Dreams
This may take longer than a year or maybe I'll be surprised and have it solved before the month is over. Still I have to find out what is behind my own "wizard of Oz curtain" and why I have it there.

July 26, 2011

Type: Lucid Dream.
Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
{telepathy in these brackets}

Exteremly long dream but I will stick just to the overview.

I was exploring a a bakery and there were people there from some of my past having a conference. I looked at them and a couple of them saw me and looked over to me. I knew if I went over to them I would be strengthening ties to my past but if I left i was strengthening my ability to start exploring options for a new future. I walked away from them a tiny bit sad and out of the bakery and out into the great big Manhattan like city.

There were a lot of different stores in small shops and some people walking around but not many. I felt really lucid and started practicing a theory the physical movement of the dream body relates to stronger actions like flying. I tried my punch method to fly and found it still was working good from other times I tried it. Oddly I couldn't not get higher than about 1 story up.

I remember thinking how I felt so much like myself!

I derided to look into some of the shops; a candle shop (boring), a ceramics shop (boring), the others looked much the same.

Its time to try exciting stuff! I'm going to fly like a cannonball through the walls of the shops from the outside in!
I did my punch maneuver and took off fast! I flew straight at a red brick wall! CRASH, through! Flew through shop into second wall; CRASH into next shop! CRASH through next wall! All the while merchandise was flying and falling all over. I slowed down and bumped into the last wall a pink wall of a woman's clothing shop.

Going through the walls felt like smashing through walls made of gram crackers or something like it.

I got up on my feet with racks of black blouses scattered all over the floor and walked out feeling a tad shameful for all of the destruction.

I looked back in the shops window and saw the shops saleswoman just standing behind the counter staring off into space like she was in a dream. I thought at her {why don't you notice all this mess?}and she "woke up" out her trance and looked around in shock unsure what she was seeing. Walking past the next store I crashed through the saleswoman was in the same trance but I let her be.