lucid

I am working with Christopher and we are on the first floor of some house that I do not recognise. There are two or three of his friends with him. They are normal guys. The Christopher and I go downstairs to the ground floor and I am talking to Chris. At one point he just leans back, relaxes and says few words. I am shocked!! I cannot believe my ears. I look at him and ask him, "you can talk?" He says that he always has. I am trying to understand that he has been normal the whole time, and faking all his disability! I ask him why? (cannot remember what he replied, but something along the lines that it is better for him like this. I feel it has to do with his mother).
I tell him that he could have such a good life if he came out, since they have so much money. He could travel, go out etc. Rather than having his ass wiped every day! Then there are his friends as well, they all know Chris is normal! How could they keep it in secret??
I am becoming little suspicious, because this is unbelievable! I start thinking it is a dream!! I look at one of the guys sitting in the sofa and close my eyes, wishing he changes. When I open my eyes, he is in a different position, and in fact I am not even sure if it is the same person. I then take his head and look into his eyes. They are blue and green, with some colouring at the right bottom part. I close my eyes again and wish they change colour. When I look at them again they are orange!!!! I think SHIT!!! I then look at my hands and see that my middle finger looks like one thick triangle like finger with a little one on the top! I AM DREAMING!! ..... and that is all I remember!!!

I had 5-HTP before sleep 0:15..... then woke up at 3:30 (too early) then at 4:30 and somehow I fell asleep again..... and woke up at 6am... then I took 8mg of Galantamine and 500mg of choline... and went to be right away...

It took me a long time to fall asleep.... probably as I slept too much....... I was getting frustrated... I was on my back first... then on my right side and then on my back again..... I am repeating my intentions and lucid goals at one point as I am on my back.... I see sky with some ornament made up of clouds... and I feel intense sensation of falling.... and I am thinking to myself Wohoooo this is it....!! but I feel my waking body again...

Then I am in the sky more like levitating rather then fling of falling...
I instantly know I am lucid (I attribute this to the high level of wakefulness when attempting lucidity).
I start experimenting with different types of flying, or better to say arm positions. First I spread my arms and imagine jet our of my palms.... I achieve pretty decent speed... then I stretch one arm forward (it seems unusually long) and it speeds up a bit.... and a little more with both arms forward.
At this point I am pretty high approximately 3km... and the speed of flying seems like 60km/h.
I fly closet to the ground and it seems like some Czech village that I don't know. I am flying around a bit and then I spot a girl (27-30, with dark hair, not necessarily hot but charming, a little chubby)... I remember one of my LG is to have lucid sex and see how it feels. I fly around the girl a bit, she notices me but pays very little attention to me. I say something like "hey, where you going? You wanna lift?".... to my surprise she says yes. I land and pick her up and I take of. Its easy..... I am not sure where to go, at one point it goes through my mind, whether I will be able to fly with her and at that time, my flying power weakens. I stumble through some tree branches and electricity cables hanging in between the buildings. She complains a bit. Now I hold her face to face in front of me.... and pull het towards me a bit, why still in the air.It is pretty obvious what is going on and she points down to a big house and tells me to land there. So I do so. We start to mess around a bit. I pull up her skirt, and see her pussy. I look closely, as I am interested how realistically it looks. PRETTY REALISTICALLY I have to say. Just her clitoris is a little big and sticking out and the whole pussy is bright red. I do not worry about it. I am lying on my back now with my penis ready for action... and she is about to sit on me... to my disappointment she turns around facing away from me... then she sits on me. I pay close attention to how it feels. I can see myself going in... vary real life like! I am impressed! But there is a road some 30 meters behind us and there are some kids playing. I am not really worry about it, but she seems to be. So we stop. Thats ok with me, I have a long list of things I want to test. She then walks around the house, here, as I understand, she lives. There are some men there, looks like her brothers and father. I take off again, she looks at me and I say something like.... I come back in a minute. (what am I concerned about????).
Then I land in front of different house, although it seems like its the same one just the front of the house. I think that the girl is there again. I get intrigued by the front door of the house as I want to try to change environment by walking through the door with an intention. I tell explain to the girl that if I intend so that there is different scene when I walk through the door, it is likely to happen. She looks at me blindly. I come to the door (that has a glass strip in the middle) and I think of a beach to be there when I walk through.... I open the door and walk through..... and there is just a corridor in old fashion. I think "damn". There is another door, so I try the same... and again when I am walking back outside. Nothing. I think to myself, maybe it is because there was the glass strip and I could actually see what is behind... so it was even harder to imagine!....In from of the house is a slope towards the road... with some cascade like gardens and right on the level of the house, there is a door that must lead to some storage room in that slope. I see it as another opportunity for my experiments. I come closely to the door, but as I look at it, the paint is all pealing off and there are spider webs everywhere, thinking none opened it for ages. Then a thought of a huge spider jumping out when I open it crosses my mind...we I know how the dream world works... so I chose not to open the door LOL.
I then climb up the cascade garden. There are some cats playing around. When I am almost on the top, there is a green-liver cat that starts attacking me. The father shouts something from the main door. The cat is like crazy, I dunno why, I am not scared, I find it quite funny. I grab it in my hands and keep it in distance. I am amazed how green its eyes are. I turn back to the father and shout "it has amazing green eyes! unbelievable"... to my shock the cat stops attacking me points at its neck, as it likes to be stroked there. I stroke it a few times and let go. I climb to the road, and see another big house with wooden parts in front of me. It looks abandoned. I see another door, come to it and open them, there is just dusty, sun lit corridor. I leave the door thing for now... and fly away.

Next I am in a room that I have not seen before. I am sure it is still the same village though. It is a living room from which you can walk right out. There is my auntie, and this is her house as I understand. Also there is my mum, Michael, and Alpasan and some other man, maybe even my brother but I am not sure. I think that my auntie is celebrating something, because there is quite a lot of healthy snacks on the low table... like celery stick, cream cheese, tomatoes, some crackers, etc. My auntie is eating and Misa is standing in the corner by a counter and she has baguette cut in half and filling it up with loads of cream cheese and bits of vegetable. My mum says, don't put so much in there (as my auntie is damn stingy)... michael says that its not just for her... and at that point in notice, under her white dress I can see her belly forming... as she is few months pregnant. I think to myself, well, now I can talk to dream figures and perhaps ask them about the dream guide..... considering its my family, so they should be helpful.
I ask them collectively, "where can I find a dream guide". They look at me bluntly, asking what it is. I think "damn". So I tell them, you know this is a dream right??? They don't pay much attention. I say, what if this was just a dream. No response. I come to the glass door outside and first try to put my fingers through the concrete pillar between the doors and the window. It feels solid. I look at the glass door, there is a curtain with flower motive hanging in front of that. I reach my arm towards it and close my eyes and walk though....... I shout, did you see that???? Could I do this if this was real??? They do not pay attention. I just straight back..... and see Apl sitting by the corner of the table. I kneel to him, telling him...I notice tattoos on his forearm, it look like little flags in black and white..... I tell him.... alps you are an intelligent man, you must understand what I am saying..... he looks at me.... I feel dry mouth so I just swallow and open and close my mouth to moist it a bit...... and I feel my waking body again... and my dry mouth........

(I wake up after some 4 hours of sleep, stay up for almost an hour and pop in Galantamine and Choline.... then just lay down in bed, not moving a hair... waiting while listening to binaural tones... I am pretty pumped up from the "wake up in your dream" seminar....)

Suddenly, I feel vibration wave going from my head to my chest.... and another one... somehow I understand what is going on.. and I just continue being still....

I wake up in bed in my grandmother's house, still attempting to fall asleep, not realising that it is a dream already. Then I do the "pull my finger" reality check that I was shown at the seminar. And at one point my finger stretches!! However, I am struggling to get up.

Then Karim enters the room, and he keep interrupting me. Next a small Colombian girl comes in, and I start to mess around with her a bit, taking off her top. Then I realise it is a dream, looking at my hands and finding my index fingers having a funny branch mini finger!!

It is a very high level of lucidity (4) as I remember so many things I want to do that I read about or heard of at the seminar. I am at the garden behind our house in Czech now. I want to fly different methods of flying. I want to try everything. I star waving my arms and it takes me up a little bit. Then I start kicking my legs, and I can feel much better acceleration, but its still very tough, and I think to myself "this is stupid, there must be a better way." So I just spread my arms and intend to fly, lean forward as I learned at the seminar... ... and to my surprise it works.... Then I just glide around over the top of the roofs and trees. At one point, I can see the roofs and antennas around our house.... gliding on them black and white trees. As I fly over the trees I can see a storm at the distance, I want to fly through, but I avoid it at the end. then I try to fly to the stars, but it is little boring as it seems like I am being still, since there are no objects around..... suddenly I notice red dots crossing the sky in different directions. I think to myself it must be satellites. I decide to fly back landing at our garden again.

I want to try door teleportation too. There is a family of 3-4 having a barbecue at our garden. I don't wonder about it, and sneak around them to the garage. It has nice white door. I walk through, but it is just dark in there (as I did not intend anything behind). I think, damn this doesn't work, so I walk back outside. Now there is a bench a bunch of teenagers, some of them girls. I have dirty thoughts again, but then I remember to try press ups. So I walk away a bit and start doing press ups. I goes tough, but i am not getting tired. Suddenly some of them teenagers start pressing on my back... so I stop.

Then I feel my hand is hurting. I know it is in reality as I remember falling asleep and having duvet held in that hand. I am thinking how to move my arm without waking up. Strangely I manage to merge these realities and a fix my arm to a better position.

Now, I am worried that it is too late and that I will not hear my alarm! I am running around trying to find working clock and my phone.... then I force myself up as I don't want to be late... waking up at 6:12 when my alarm is set to 6:15!!!

This was by far the most advanced and vivid lucid dream.

I am some back yard of a big house with a uphill drive way to the main road. It must be winter time as there are patches of wet snow around and the ground and especially the drive way is all muddy and messy. I am standing next to some garages and right next second I am on the top watching a guy with a strangely familiar face doing some magic trick. He has few bronze cylinders like bowls... and with a magic stick he makes them jump, flip several times and land one on top of another about a meter away from him. I look at it and think that it is not that much of magic, rather a well trained skill. Then I notice a string running from his chest to the hand in which he holds the cylinders. I think to myself that he must be using it to flip them like that. Then I am sitting in a car, with a girl and I am trying to go up the muddy drive way. It gets stuck. There is another big, range rover like car passing by and driving easily through the snow, on the grass, towards the left of the drive way. I try to go in its trails, but i get stuck again. The girl gets out of the car and says that she is going to get a bus. I run to the bus stop to do the same.

Next I am in the bus and there is some black woman, going to the drive to buy a ticket... I notice 2 ticket collectors sitting in the bus so I rush to the driver to buy ticket too. Its pretty expensive some £3 and I am going only 2 stops or so.

Now, I am walking with Derren Brown on a pavement next to a long turn. We come to a big old house. He said that his lives there with his grandmother. Then I am with him in a small room with a bed window to a garden. Derren is sitting on the floor and he is doing something, like sorting out some old thinks or so. I go towards the winding and I run my fingers through my hair. Suddenly I realise that my hair is long. I run my fingers through several more times... and thinking how long has it been since I had a haircut. Then it strikes me!! I am dreaming!!!! I turn to Derren and all excited telling him... "I am dreaming, this is a dream!!!". Derren says something that it is not etc. I tell him, well would I be able to do this?? And I spread my arms, and under my palms and feet sparks and light comes out... and I start rising towards the ceiling. Derren is just looking at me. I am going through the ceiling and I am loosing Derren from my sight. I put my hands back together and fall down... landing easily. I start rubbing my hands ( I am surprised that I remembered that)... and it all becomes clear again. But Derren is not there any more. There is my friends sister on the bed and she is naked. We start messing around... and having sex... she is pretty young. On top of the bed there are two metal balls as some kind of decoration.... I am thinking that I could change one of the to a flacon lubricant or oil... so I think I want it to be a pink substance of that kind... I think to myself... It is my dream, I can do it... and it changes very quickly.... I can see some bubbles in it, its bring pink and clear jelly like substance.... with a little pump on the top.. so I use some....

Then I hear door downstairs. I think that its her father. So I quickly get up, put my trousers on and come to window. I jump out of the window, making a few spins in the air, landing in the garden. As soon as I land and turn around, the father is in the window looking at me. I look at him, waiting what is going to happen. He turns very friendly, saying hi, why don't I come for a chat some day, that it would be good to see me. Its George's dad.

Then I wake up.......

*I am at some construction place. It seems like there is some supermarket being build or so. At one point I can see thick metal wires going up from the ground and it could be some 30 meters high. Around each of them are spined two plastic, orange pipes with holes as if some DNA model. I return to the place later and those pipes are already drowned in concrete. The construction must have progressed greatly. I am there with someone else. I am not sure who it is, feels as an old friend. I am on the top of the concrete block and I can see the pairs of holes to the concrete where the pipes were. I think it must be some kind of ventilation system. We are thinking of throwing something in, but because we don’t know what is it for we don’t do it.
**I walk down a long street, and there are many small houses along the street. I don’t think I live in the house where I am going, but I go there because of some pictures or painting. I remember that I have been there once or twice before. There are two girls waiting for me there. It’s a nice modern house but for some reason it feels like it has been build really quickly. I walk up the stairs made of light wood which are turning 180 degrees. There is a huge sliding glass door leading to a kitchen. The kitchen is nice and bright with a wooden floor. I look right and see a small room at the end, some 15m away... so I walk towards it, I fell thats where I need to go. I enter the room, its small room looking like an atelier or so. There are the two girls. I always bring a few canvases and these two girls paint some painting on it for my flat. One of the girls is my sister. There is also some Brazilian girl living next door and she is making eyes on me, but my sister and the other girl say that she is pretty easy. She asks me to go for a coffee with her. She also says that she lives somewhere near Sheffield, which is near German borders. She says she will call me.
Then **I walk down a long street, and there are many small houses around the street. I don’t think I live in the house where I am going, but I go there because of some pictures or painting. I remember I have been there once or twice before. There are two girls waiting for me there. It’s a nice modern house. I walk up the stairs made of light wood which are turning 180 degrees. There is a huge sliding glass door leading to a kitchen. Then I turn right, which leads to a small room. The kitchen is nicely bright with wooden floor. Then I entre the small room and I always bring few canvases and these two girls paint some painting for my flat. One of the girls is my sister. There is some Brazilian girl living next door and she is making eyes on me, but my sister and the other girl say that she is pretty easy. She asks me to go for a coffee with her. She also says that she lives somewhere near Sheffield, which is near German borders. She says she will call me.
Then I am in my sister’s room in Zasada, but it is mine now. I think I am ill and my sister offers that she paints a picture for me. Then I go to sleep and when I wake up I see that she painted on the wall. I admire those paintings because it looks really well. On the left of the Window that faces our green house, there is a really good painting of a stylistic giraffe. It is partially like robot; with its head down as if through the window and its head is in between the window and radiator. I really admire how good it is. On the opposite wall there is some abstract painting. It is very colourful, yellow, orange, blue, and green. But then I think I go to sleep again or walk out of the room. When I wake up or come back to the room it’s all different and it surprises me greatly. So I do reality check, just in case, I look at my hands and both thumbs are to the right. So I realise it is a dream!!! And my mom walks in the room. And I am so excited that I tell my mum “Mom I am dreaming, I am dreaming!” ( I am very excited about it). I tell me sister to continue painting....and I wake up.
***I am at some area that reminds me of Berany. It’s a hill with a road running in serpentines up the hill and a running and cycling race is taking place there. There is my brother and my father with me. We tease each other about the race and my father suggests that one of us will race. We have to let the bike tune up and it takes approximately 30 min. When I come back, it looks like my dad is going to race as he already has a number on him. I say that I want to go too, so he says I need to go to register in the office. I walk there but the lady says that it’s too late now even for the run.
Next I am running up the hill so I can see the race, but there I see two men in some Viking suit running up and down the hill in a kind of fight. The one that is at the bottom of the slope throws his wide, undecorated sword at the other one but misses. Then the one high on the slope throws his sword at the bottom one and hits him in his ankle. I don’t think they notice me. As I run I pick up one of the swords but drop it a few meters later. The two warriors notice and run after me. I keep running and because I know the place I lose them. I am running very fast. As I run I also pick up a green blanket (???) but also drop it. When I return to the bottom of the hill, there is my dad without the number and he tells me that he raced already. He says that it was very difficult. We are going home, we live in a little house nearby and there are two huge stones in front of the house. I still have a feeling that those warriors are hunting me. I slide between the stones. I am wearing jeans and jacket and as I slide through there is something that looks like pea & ham and it messes my trousers. But I think its ok and it washes away easily.

I am flying home to Czech Rep. I remember my way through the airport. I was very confused about the organization of the airport. It wasn't very busy, but I had to walk for long and through a complex labyrinth of rooms. I fly home to visit my grandmother. There is my friend Ivan sitting next to me. We chat a little, but I cannot really understand what about.
Next, I am in my grandmother's house kitchen. I can clearly see the room with all the details. It's a good size room, all toned to a light green color. I am sitting by the table on a funny, wobbly chair with a thin cushion. I sit towards the living-room, with the white and blue ceramic clock behind me. I see my hands (!!!!!) holding a cup of tea. The tea is so clear, it must be an earl gray (my grand mum uses water from a well. Anything the water is used for taste amazing). I see the cup in incredible details. It is a small, wide, white, ceramic cup with a line of little green leafs around. It is worn off a bit over the years of using. I can feel the warmth of the cup in my hands. I think I am there on my own.
Suddenly, I hear someone knocking on one of the windows by my right hand. It surprises me, because the kitchen is on the first floor. So I look there.There is a homeless man (I assume that from the way he looks). It is not a winter time, but I can feel that it is pretty cold and miserable weather outside. I stand up and open the window, but not the one right in front of him, just one or two aside. I see he is hanging on the parapet of the window. The homeless starts telling me a story.He is saying the usual story,how difficult his life is... I look at him but I don't really listen. (I saw a homeless man begging in the underground the previous day, but I was listening to some music, so I didn't hear what he said. It might be somehow reflected in this dream). As he hangs,he moves towards me. I can see his dirty hands with long and dirty nails. He is missing many teeth and the ones he has left are pretty randomly scattered in the mouth. I notice one massive tooth in the middle of his jaw. It takes quite a lot of space inside his mouth. I am surprised by this and think for a moment how that happened. (I think I was becoming lucid at this point). I am also thinking to myself, "come on spill out the story and tell me how much money you need". (this is certainly connected to the homeless guy in the underground the previous day. Even though I couldn't hear, I saw him carefully counting some coins in his hand and saying something. I thought to myself, he is probably saying how much money he is missing for hostel or something). Nevertheless, I am still wondering how could he hand or stand there.(I think I woke up at this point,and realized it was just a dream.Then I fell asleep with the intention of continuing in the dream lucidly).
I am in my grand mum's kitchen again. I look at the homeless still hanging there. I think for a moment, and then I tell him to climb in and to tell me his life story. He starts telling me the usual story. (I don't remember details of the conversation, but I was being pretty tough).
I keep asking him very direct questions about his situation, breaking through his excuses to show him that the causes of his problems is no effort to change them, that he is just feeling sorry for himself. In his story, he describes that he was held by Japanese soldiers(:-D) who wanted to pull out the big tooth. He is saying that he cannot learn anything. I am getting annoyed quite a bit. I look him straight in the eye and tell him. "Look, I am not going to give you any money, but I will give you the opportunity to make them". At the back of my mind I am hoping that no one will come in, as that would be quite difficult to explain what does homeless man doing in the house. Then suddenly someone is knocking on the window again. I look there and I see Ivan with his friend 'Filak, Fifka Fiala'. They ask me whether I go out with them, or if I go running. So I show them the homeless man. They say ok, with understanding. (what do they understand to??). I ask them if they want to go running with me as I am going between 3-4pm. The homeless man says "I fuck it", I look at him, thinking that he probably assumed he was invited too.
Then my grand mum comes in. So I start explaining the whole story, they just stand and listen. Suddenly, I feel a little bit anxious whether I catch my flight back to UK today. I am thinking, how do I get to the airport? I am looking for some brochure, but I cannot find any. I must take a coach, but what time does it go? Does it go today at all? I think it's Sunday! I must have an email with all the details about the flight, and maybe there will be details about the coaches too. I feel even more anxious.(I believe I have lost my lucidity around here).
Its 3:30, I am standing in the lobby of my grand mum's house. It is a large cold room,with stone staircase up to the second floor and down to the basement. It always smells a little bit funny in there, thought I have never been able to identify the smell,its just the smell of my grand mum's cold lobby.
I have to leave, so I excuse myself and tell everybody that the homeless guy goes with me. But I cannot see him anywhere. I look around. I am surprised. Then he walks in from the kitchen. I tell him something (I don't know what it was) and his face just all brightens up, with a real happiness. I stand there, staring at him, thinking, what the hell have I said that made him so happy? He also stares at me, realizing that what he heard was not what I said. (I don't know how I know this. It's just a feeling). Then he gets all upset, his body posture weakens. I ask him what happened. He looks at me, and says "I thought, you said you were going to make me a cup of coffee". I can see the disappointment in his eyes. Then, everything stops. I just realize how much it meant to him, that someone would care enough to make him a cup of coffee,that someone would even offer him,in my eyes such trivial thing. I am starting to feel bad. Not for not making him the coffee, but for being so hard on him before... (this must come from the interaction with my friend the night before. We talked about life goals and directions, and as I often do, I was being a little bit hard on her, just to push her to realize what it is she wants to do and not what she is expected to do. I does work in most of the cases, but it may not be necessarily pleasant experience. She told me that even though it was helpful, I should be more supportive. I think she has a point. So I thought about it quite a bit before I went to bed).

I am in a large room, it looks like a hospital. There are curtains and a bed. They want something from me, but I don't know what. I am being tested with various tests. They find out that I have some serious heart decease, something similar to cancer. There is no cure for it as I have it for too long. Then Pavel Opatrny and Marek Hlavacek walk in. They ask me some questions, but I don't understand what are they saying. I go to Pavel's grandma then. There was Milka Havlova, the lady with one arm.

I go with Hlavacek and Danny to a shop with watches. I wanted nice and simple Seiko watches. They show me loads of shitty ones, plastic and funny colors. I refuse all of them as I know that I want nice watches. Then I see one, that looks really nice, but I tell them that I need some time to make my mind.

I am walking around UBS buildings. But it looks different. There are massive rooms with many desks and escalators. It must be at night as it is dark or dim everywhere. I am looking for something. I am looking in draws. Then I get to an area that looks like a play corner for kids.
I find a book there.

I am at work and there is Helen working with me today. I walk in to the deli from the kitchen and notice many people in the deli. They wear long coats and I feel that they are somewhat important. When suddenly, they walk behind the counter and start checking everything. They open the microwave and see scotch broth soup being defrosted with the plastic bags. the microwave is somewhere else than usual, next to the Jacket potato oven. There is a whole cooked chicken on the counter. Its all greasy and it doesn't look good at all. I am starting to feel anxious as I know that it is going to be a problem. I don't understand where is all that mess coming from, but it is not important. I think Hellen must have been doing nothing. I realize it is health and safety inspection. Then they go to the kitchen. I am not following them so I don't know what is happening there. Then suddenly Sharon runs to me from the kitchen. I see the stress and tension and anger in her eyes. She asks me where are plasters from the first aid kit? I am getting a little bit angry and explain her that Alfonso, the kitchen porter keeps taking the plasters all the time.

**** At this point I am starting to realize that something is not right here. We don't cook chicken in the deli bar. Also I see Emanuel in leather jacket and a hat. He doesn't work with us for long time, and he has no longer access to the building. With those things together I now know that it is a dream. I feel that I want to change what is going on. I don't have any specific intention, but I just want to change it.*****

Then suddenly all those people yell "We gotcha!!!" (apriiil). And they all start to wish me happy birthday. I see all those birthday crackers firing. They explain to me, that it was just a birthday prank. I look at my manager telling her with my eyes that it is not my birthday, she understands and tells me with her eyes to be quiet.