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    1. More brief things

      by , 10-08-2017 at 05:49 PM (Awake to take in the view...)
      Dream recall has still been poor lately due to inconsistent sleep patterns. I'll get it down though.

      First dream: A pale, strawberry blonde girl is flying, enveloped in a golden aura of light. Then the aura disappears, and she falls to her knees on the ground. Someone says "She is an angel, but all her light is gone."

      That was rather depressing.

      Second dream: I recall someone giving me a large pile of change, and I was excited because I wouldn't have to deal with trying to find quarters for the laundry machine for a while (because I hardly ever pay for anything in cash, so I don't have a lot of quarters IRL). Then I woke up and realized that I still don't have any quarters.
    2. Lucid Dream Number 4 (Random)

      by , 12-03-2016 at 02:19 PM
      OK so this is a dream from last night!!!

      I have noticed that since i have joined this website and have been actively thinking more and more about my dreams, i have already had 2/3 more lucid dreams wherea's before that, the last one i had was well over 2 years ago.
      Now in my last Lucid dream i can recall that i was ok in the knowing of becoming lucid....but as soon as i tried to control my dreram lucidly, i would awaken!?!!

      So last night i found myself waking up Lucid in my dream, and after a little practice i started to be Able to controll not only what i was doing but also my surroundings as well. Now it worked in quite a strange way, you see as i remember i did manage to find a "DreamSign" which was looking at my own reflection. I found that every time i looked at my reflection (In literally any reflective surface) i was able to re-affirm the dream and in doing this it made the dream more stable. If the lucidity started to weaken and the dream started to fade i would have to keep strenghening it by looking at my own reflection again. The reflection i was seeing was me entirely, i looked very normal as in waking life but for some reason this was my way of knowing i was in a dream which at the moment i'm still not entirely sure as of why!! (This is something i will check the next time and see if my "DreamSign" changes at all.)


      I can't really remember to much of the details of the dream as my voice recorder has broken and it is now 13:11 the next day, but i do remember being able to physically change my surroundings around me, and the people around me...for instance if i willed someone into my dream, there they were!!
      I remember towards the beggining of the dream when i was still trying to teach myself how to stabilise it, the dream itself was very grainy but the more i kept on the clearer and clearer it became to the point where i might almost say that it was clearer and sharper than real life itself.

      (I woke up easily 6/7 times during the night and found that by not moving after awakening i was able to go straight back into the same dream, lucidly each and every time.) That was something i remember reading helps in one of the lucid dreaming forums!
    3. candy machines in the hallway

      by , 10-23-2015 at 02:38 AM
      I was in some kind of big building. There were other people there,too. I was only casually aware of their presence,seeing them walking back and forth out of the corner of my eye. I was walking down this long carpeted hallway. There were some vending machines to my immediate left. Someone asked me if I wanted something. "Nah,I'm good," I said. I really did want something,but didn't think I had any money with me so I pretended like I was satisfied. I stuck my hand in my pocket and felt I had a bunch of change,which surprised me. "Ooh. I really am good," I said to myself. I stopped and looked at the different machines. Most were those small red candy machines with the knob and coin slot,but there was one that was different. The biggest machine was grey metal and quite old from the look of it. There were no markings on it to indicate what kind of machine it was. I had a handful of change,mostly nickels and dimes. I started to put the coins into this largest machine,but it wouldn't take the dime I had just inserted. There was a small round metal button,which I assumed was the coin return. I pressed it and something fell down into the opening under the coin slot. I saw a couple of wadded up dollar bills on top of something wrapped in green cloth. I started to take the money and whatever was in the cloth,but I noticed a black guy standing next to me. I thought the green cloth might be something illegal,so I didn't take it.
    4. Lost Vacation

      by , 01-05-2015 at 03:50 AM (The Dream Magic Experiment)
      I dreamed that I was in a town. I was there supposedly for vacation. I was with some people. For some reason, I was attracted to one of the guys. I hugged him from behind, and we were like a couple. We took a tricycle somewhere, near the beach, a house. Later on, however, I can't seem to remember his face. Or I mistook one guy for him. I can't seem to find him anymore.

      ----

      Notes:

      - This is one of those dreams with longer notes than dream content. I wish I could remember more of my dream. It seemed important. I didn't do incubation, but I couldn't get the issue at hand out of my head.

      - I woke up in a panic, but it may not be due to this dream. I thought I was going to be late for work or school. It's been years since I was required to be on time for work or school. (anxiety of making a decision soon before it's too late, long-term consequences)
      - I've been experiencing anxiety these last few days because I have to decide something big, something that barely has any benefit to me except to live with a guy I like very much. He didn't let on whether he likes me back or not... he just needed someone to share the rent in a new place, I think... ("vacation" and hugging a guy, other people were inconsequential in the dream)
      - There are a lot of risk on my part: I will have to move all of my stuff, pay another deposit and advance in the new place, be farther from commute areas (especially train). I'm also emotionally involved (seems that he isn't), so if ever he dates a guy (who isn't me), I'd be devastated. But I'll be stuck in the same place, so I can't take a time-out. He, on the other hand, might be able to by simply staying at the guy's place or even his home.
      - If he moves out, I'll be stuck in the place or have to find a new place (so it's another move). Staying would be problematic because the only reason I'm moving in the first place is because he's there. If he's no longer there, why would I stay? The place itself has no benefit for me, except that it's the hub for yuppies, and even then, so what? ("I can't seem to find him anymore")
      - ... I think I'm starting to understand the dream now... (notes in the parentheses above were added after this line)
    5. Meddling with the space-time continuum.

      by , 08-31-2014 at 11:57 AM (Percy's Void of Thoughts)
      31.08.2014
      Meddling with the space-time continuum. (Non-lucid)

      NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

      There was some sort of rapture about to happen or some major catastrophe. I was in the beach and it seemed that everybody was going to die. There was a house that had an underground loft and a lot of people party, mainly young people. The place had a small theather and round tables with candles, as well as a discotheque and some drinks and some food.

      It seemed that somehow these people had to die in order to save the Earth or something like that, a policeman entered this place and he started to shot at everybody. It seems that people did not care of dying, like they were not even afraid from it, as they were still partying, making out. I somehow felt compassionate for them, like there was no reason they could die. So I decided to do try to tweak time and make a change and see what the outcome was going to happen. There was some sort of shaman or spirit from one of the dead people who told me that it was very kind of me, but if I did change things that way, I could heavily alter the space time continuum and life would not be as well know it. That got me a little nervous, but I decided to just give it a try and see what happened.

      I somehow was back in the beginning of the dream and the place was pretty much the same, even though there were a few more buildings around and it appeared more futuristic. Anyhow, I still saw the same place with the young people inside. As I saw the cop approaching the place, I tried to stop him, I told him to not go ahead and kill them. The cop told me that I had no idea what I was doing and I was going to create a cataclysm. I told him I did not care (as we were almost getting inside to this place) and told him to please stop it.

      Somehow, the policeman started to vanish and he told me I doomed everybody. As I was around this loft and people appeared to be so grateful that I saved them. Suddenly, I felt like an earthquake and then the colors of the dream started to change, there were like waves of energy that I could see everywhere, made out of several different colors.I also felt very dizzy and like if the very Universe was collapsing... reality appeared not real anymore...







      I felt I really broke a breach in the time-space continuum. As I tried to go outside while the very world was melting down, I felt that outside it was apparently normal, even though, there were no other people outside until I saw some cops riding quads. They were holding rocket launchers, but instead of rockets, they would launch balloons filled up with water. People was extremely terrified of them, like they feared the balloons from some reason. I figured this non-sense was due changing the outcome of the cop event. I decided to climb to the top of a mountain that was right there, as it seemed that the cops were protecting it for some reason. As I tried to approach, a lot of them came up, and pointed at me saying, "We warn you, we got balloons." I was like, "Whaaaaaaaatever..." and then they menaced me stating they would fill up the balloons with Helium instead, I guess I was supposed to freak out, but I was glad... a Helium filled balloon was much better than water. They fired balloons at me and of course, I did not even feeling and got to the top of the mountain, as I did, all of them fled.

      I decided to go back to the loft and there was another cop who could travel in time. This cop told me that someone was grateful I helped and he gave me a few names of people he wanted me to help. He also asked me if I could change the outcome again, preventing the cop to enter the place but only killing one dude with his gun that was also messing up with time. I was not sure if that would be a good idea, I felt tired, He handed me $450 and I accepted. Then I woke up.

      For some reason, I felt I could write a book about this with much more detail, and the several outcomes that it could cause changing the time this way. I was very convinced when I woke up after this dream lol, weird stuff.
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    6. 7/2/14 - money on the floor

      by , 07-03-2014 at 03:54 AM (Leaving the matrix)
      I'm in what I accept as my room in the dream, (but in waking life isn't my room) I'm sitting on the floor it has grey carpet. The floor has a lot of clutter and there is a large long square piece of wood in front of me. Some scruffy looking guy walks into my room without knocking and talks to me. He looks a few years older than me. We hear my mom coming and we become in a hurry, he quickly rolls me a cigarette,and then lays it on the wood, it looks greasy and I think why did he do that as I quit smoking but I think to myself I smoke it anyways. Then he leaves and my mom comes in and just stands there rushing me because we have to go somewhere so I start picking up this money all over my floor before she see's it and takes it. I worry my mom will see the cigarette sitting there but I dont bother trying to hide it, I somehow know she wont look at it. I see larger bills, $50's $20's $100's and lots of quarters and a handful of pennies that I don't end up grabbing, just the quarters. It seems money keeps popping up in a crevice, it's endless and my mom is rushing me more and more.
    7. 1/26/14 - phone book

      by , 01-26-2014 at 06:51 PM (Leaving the matrix)
      I'm walking about in a walmart. I realize that the store seems to be getting ready to close, even though it's bright daylight outside. I get to close to the register line and it sucks me in, I panic because I have nothing to buy, all I can grab is a phone book from the free phone book rack that is right by the register line. It's my turn up at the register and I drop the phone book onto the belt, and the worker give me a weird look and then rings the book up, I expected it to be free, but he says that it'll cost three cents. I think thank goodness I have a five dollar bill in my pocket. I get it out and hand it to him. At first he takes it then gives it back. I thought he was gonna be nice and just let me keep my whole five, but then he grabs it back from me and puts it in his register and starts grabbing change out. I don't mind that either, and I didn't care if he was going to gyp me, I just wanted to get out of there but he is taking a long time. He tells me to put out my hand and drops one by one a dime, another dime, a nickel, a quarter, then just drops the rest. Him and his friend lady co-worker begin telling me that walmart now only pays them a quarter per hour. And I said that's a fallacy. But then he bagged my phone book and I went for the exit and mumble then why do you work here? And the worker the stands at the door heard me and gave me a glare, and I just hurried outside and then took my phone book around the parking lot.
    8. First journaled nightmare

      by , 12-10-2013 at 06:34 PM
      Here is an excerpt of my dream journal on HealerWagonmaker.wordpress.com...

      I went to bed an hour later than usual (11:30pm). A bottle of wine and pizza may have contributed to my state.

      I wake up at 3:45am to write:
      I am in bed watching an engrossing but creepy documentary. It begins mildly enough, but in the first few minutes it becomes apparent that this is not a pleasant video. There is cerebral violence and profound sadness here. I had put this DVD in to watch while following along with a manuscript, which I had in my hand, and in my own handwriting.

      The details of the DVD are hazy now, but there is a lot of strong and dark emotion, and my notes, of course, coincide with that same dark theme. As the DVD plays and I read along intently, Teresa comes in, apparently having been talking to other loved ones outside about me. She is concerned about the content of the DVD and about my state of mind.

      I point to a place in the manuscript of significant emotional anguish, and I tell her that I am not ready to let go of these feelings. Besides, I have no choice. It's all here in the script. It's all here in my life. I can't escape it. I realize that the manuscript is my dream journal, and the DVD is a recording of my dreams.

      This is a nightmare, the first recalled since I began writing my dream journal. I realize, too, that it is a movie I have seen played before in previous dreams. I am drawn to it. Morbidly riveted, actually.

      I want to scream aloud to relieve my soul of the bottled feelings, but in doing so I know it will harm those around me, causing frightful confusion. They would never understand. Teresa leaves the room, sympathetic and understanding. She understands. She always understands. I release a huge silent scream of pain. My spine tingles with ice cold terror. This is a lonely journey, I realize. Sometimes terrifying.

      Updated 12-10-2013 at 09:20 PM by 66683 (Categorized)

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    9. I know reality and change the current in the web (non-lucid)

      by , 06-29-2013 at 05:46 AM
      I think i was male, anyway definitely not my waking self. In this dream I knew the nature of my reality. To clarify: this was a non-lucid dream, but I believed I knew the nature of reality - that was part of the content of the dream - and in the dream I did not mean by that whether or not it was a dream. In this dream there was a powerful cast of high priests/priestesses, and all of us were connected to some sort of electric web. I at some point changed the current in this Web. The priests/priestesses immediately reacted that I must be stopped, but I was not worried (unstoppable?).

      I have the strong sense that there was more to it, but that's all I recall.
    10. Limiting Dreams

      by , 03-31-2013 at 12:51 PM
      This dream was on dreaming again. It took place in some sort of board room filled with official people. I was not there, just observing like a movie, not an actor. The officials could have been judges or moderators, or they could have been consciences of DV members, or different representations of the one God.:

      The discussion seemed to be a decision making debate, where the consequences of the decision would matter / make an actual difference / change. The discussion's topic was whether dreams should be limited or unlimited. It appeared that a recent development meant that a prior decision needed to be re-examined, whether it needed to be changed.
    11. When a parent turns.

      by , 12-09-2012 at 01:56 PM
      My dream startes off at home, im in my bedroom when i hear something crash and what it hears like people running around in the hall way. I go out and i see people, a group of them just removing things, furniture anything they could really get their hands on. My mom was no where to be found, the glass from the living room window was gone and they where tossing the furniture out and it just disappeared, it was all my fathers stuff. I kept trying to fight them off, i couldn't get a hold of my brother. they started going through my room. My window disappeared and i was screaming at them and one of them broke my fish tank ( I love my fish) . So i got really upset and pulled out my blade and stabbed one of them, then i began slashing and slicing at people making them bleed. I was screaming for my dad, calling him names and stuff and he appeared out of no where, behind him was a classic 1950s family...wide smiling faces, too perky for their own good and he kept telling me to go with him, to come be happy with them. I gave a real wolf like face, growling and got into a fighting stance with both of my favorite knifes in both hands and i told him, i am who i am and he can never change me, that happy family isent who i am and never will be. I could tell i was dreaming because of how the windows and furniture disappeared and no matter how many people i stabbed, they kept coming back. So i knew i was dreaming..but i cudnt control it.
    12. Dreams from the Past

      by , 06-11-2012 at 11:52 PM
      Just as the title says.

      The Green and White Snake
      I recall this dream starting outside, it was during lunch with everyone outside. There was some commotion, I guess some kids had happened on a snake or something. I walked over and was amazed by its colors, generally don't recall ever hearing of a white and Green snake ya know. I noticed some people decide to throw a few rocks over to which I move over to shield the snake from, eventually I just picked up the snake n walked away. I recall then being in some kind of pet store, there was a woman that worked there (based off her khaki attire) showing me this kind gel like substance, saying that the snake would enjoy the use of it on her scales (I guess the employee knew the snake was female). And that was pretty much the end of that dream

      In the Bush
      This one I believe started with me just kind of walking through some jungle landscape. Eventually I came upon a solo velociraptor, (utahraptor size) Fileromie scale.png - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
      I wasn't scared or anything, ended up following it to some kind of hut/in the ground kind of home. Became a little bit of an interesting dream from that point, so i think i'll leave it at that.

      Death of meh mum
      Pretty much just that, I recall that she Had died, now how, and the funural/service. The weird part of it all was that her head seemed all shrunken from view.... like it was there, but even though it was.... it was to small to see... freaked me out when I woke up back when I was so young, ended up sleepin on the couch waiting for my mom to come home from work XD

      Choice (graphic, gore)
      The oldest, and still kind of disturbing dream I can recall having, was way back when I was little. It was a rather dark one in my opinion, specially for being in early elementary school. It started with what seemed to be my mom, asking me, whether, because for some reason one of had "to go", which one she should choose, me, or my older brother. It was a fucked dream from the start, I didn't know what to say, I didn't want to die, I in my age told him her since he had experienced more life than I. Then I remember her asking my older brother "which one?" to which she pointed at a spoon and a serrated knife. Well I guess the means of taking his life was to be disembowelment, because I remember my brother asking if he could have something to eat, and being told that doing so would only lead to a bigger mess.

      I've had someone recently suggest that lucid dreaming may be dangerous, because were not letting our mind dream as it wants to, as in showing you things you need to see, to "decompress" of which he says this is just him theorizing off of his own logic, nothing more. I'm sorry but I'd rather not decompress then, cause dreams like those leave you not in a good state when you awake, mainly because they are the True Nightmares, the ones filled with disappointed/dead family/friends. Ones within reality that you cannot see to be false during a sleep state with an untrained mind.

      Even the ones of war and undead, the ones I play games of when I get bored, even those have become tiresome, because they are a waste. Sure it was nice in the one where I was with a group, despite not being able to put faces to them, that I was able to help them for the brief time I was with them. Sadly the majority of them are me by myself, just moving at break-neck speeds, stopping to grab this or that and then onward.

      I just.... want to go to peace ya know. Just a nice day up on some grassy knoll, with the single tree on a bright sunny day, maybe some coconut chime in the back-round clanking occasionally, calmingly. Shit maybe even have a picnic, nice large white sheet out on the ground with a bottom-less basket filled with all the noms you could ever want. Maybe when we finishing eating well say who cares for the mess of the white sheet we've left, n just decide to paint on it, as to hang it later for remembrance.

      http://bit.ly/N5CU7j - The One Tree Hill | Flickr - Photo Sharing!

      Just something nice ya know.
    13. Dungeon at the Rook; Swimming Party

      by , 06-10-2012 at 09:35 AM (* The Sandman's Dream Journal o/***)
      Dungeon at the Rook

      I was in a dungeon. It was stone, dark, and miserable. I wasn't locked in, but I was behind a cell door. There were square holes in the wall in the room behind my door that were designed to offer some sort of product. There were coin returns like the ones on old coke machines or video games. I was collecting money from all the coin returns, and I wasn't supposed to.

      I turned and looked out the cell door. In the walkway outside my cell, there were other holes in the wall about the size of a microwave oven. They had bars over them and they were black inside. They were cells.

      I figured who ever they once held could not enter from that side. There must have been a way to get into those cells from another entrance. I thought how miserable it would have been to be locked up in one of those cells.

      I started getting nervous that I was locked in, so I looked at the door. It was open. I pushed it and walked out. I looked up and out a large opening in the rock wall that led outside. A truck circled into the parking area above us.

      I was with someone now. We ducked, but he thought it was his brother coming to pick us up. We were excited to get out of there. Then it seemed it may not be his brother. That's OK. We were out of the cell.

      Dream skip

      I have a bird's-eye view of the building with the dungeon. It is stately and looks like a government building. The main entrance is round, and then there are rectangular portions extending outwards. There is a newspaper in the plastic bag on the roof of the building at the edge of the main part of the building. It was odd even in my dream.

      Dream skip

      I am in a room inside the building. There is a party going on. An Asian women says, "Everyone from C-53 get together for a picture" or something like that. Some older gentlemen get together on a sofa for a picture. My stupid brother runs to a chair. It is off to the side, but it is obvious he wanted to get in the picture. The Asian woman says, "I you are C-42--what are you doing?" or something like that.

      A woman shows me a strange camera called a C-9 I think. I'm not sure all these alpha-numeric identifiers are correct. They may not have been so similar in my dream.

      The girls camera had a weird handle. It was a bar that you grip, and teh camera was built onto it. Anyway, I overheard someone say that the name of the building was The Rook. I assumed it had to do with the shape of the main part of the building being round like a rook in Chess.

      Swimming Party

      I'm in a pool teaching a young woman how to swim. She was a little heavy set and hispanic. She was cute. She had very dark eyes. She was on her back. I took her hair in my right hand and felt it so that she wouldn't realize as it was under water. I felt a wet handful of hair very vividly. I rubbed it on my leg.
    14. May 19, 2012

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      LAJ
      , 05-20-2012 at 06:48 AM
      Trippy Dream of back and forth. moving around. leaving friends. leaving family. confrontation with my bro's ex-wife. people aren't where they are supposed to be - New Yorkers in Chicago. Me, back to Los Angeles. Then back to Chicago. Then to West Virginia. Told my brother I didn't understand anything happening and that I was suicidal. Miss my friends, miss my life, suicidal. And then I considered it. I wonder what it would be like to kill yourself in the dreamworld.

      Not a lucid dream
    15. A Change

      by , 10-19-2011 at 12:09 PM (Oneiric Mirror)
      Ok....until now i´ve posted some dreams, some old ones...just to document a few i had, before the "oath".

      Before the oath, i had 3 lucid dreams. The oath was the moment i started to take this Lucid Dreaming project more serious.

      The Oath was made on August 17th, 2011.

      From now on i´ll only post dreams from that day forward.

      It´s like a "year zero" for my dream-life. The day i created my oneiric projection...the Red King

      Updated 10-19-2011 at 12:18 PM by 49505

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