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2022 June 30th

Very disjointed. Left recall too late. Would like to make some proper side notes for this one too at some point.

Dream (DFLN):

I'm in a car in a town with mom. She's driving me around in a large and modern Nissan, trying to get me to a local airport I think. There are roadworks just about every way she thinks of taking. I try to suggest some routes she can take but she doesn't seem to want to listen to them and possibly mentions something about the fact that she's driven here for X many years and so on.

(recall gap)

I'm at some kind of palatial building, here for a fancy party or ball. I'm in what is my guest room at one point. I'm a woman, except for my private areas. Someone I met just earlier (forget who) left me a dress here in the room and I think about putting it on. It's a very simple dress and is a cream colour, slightly darker than my skin tone. I have wavy hair, possibly fake blonde. Putting the dress on in bed, I think about how a dress will still be revealing of male private parts. I feel uncomfortable with this but don't see what I can do about it and reason to myself that people generally don't look to that sort of area and that I can to do things like sit down and such to possibly not make it as noticeable.

A bit later I'm at a dinner at a long table. The fancy palatial theme remains. This theme seems to feature primarily white, cream/pink and gold as colours. Somewhat plain while still being lavish.

(recall gap)

I'm still a woman. I'm with Hilary. (from DV, i.e., here!)

We're talking about dreams and artwork. I am supposed to have made three artwork commissions for her but I haven't made them yet and feel guilty. We're somewhere outside and it's night time. It's grassy and open, I'm not sure there's anything taller in the horizon that I can see.

In the sky I see the three commission ideas fading in and out as stars. The first one is a crescent moon, the second a side portrait of a woman with hair tied back, and finally something else which I've lost recall of. Hilary doesn't seem upset with me for not having finished these commissions yet, but I still feel disappointed with myself.

We talk a bit more and then she takes me to some physical threshold, maybe a door. I think she wants me to come with her to a dream?

(recall gap)

I'm my usual self again and at a bulk buy super market. Possibly a Makro (which I don't think I've ever been to). I am unfamiliar with the layout but I look around for things with confidence.

I find some frozen chips and think about the price. I see they cost 2.1 for 2.5 and I reason that at 1.5 for 1.5 normally, this is slightly better and I grab a bag. Then, I wander the shop trying to think what else I want and as I feel like I actually didn't want much more, the shop also gets noticeably smaller and is more like a convenience store now.

I look around again and see some socks, making me think that H might like some but I don't know the size and I don't want any for myself because they look too loose. I see a basement stairs bit and there's a bunch of plushies in a large metal cage basket thing next to the stairs. I think about getting some. They feel fluffy. They cost 60 each though and I think to myself that I really can't afford to pay this for a plushie and feel a little sad. At this point I also start to feel self-conscious and don't check out downstairs, which seemed to have Lego and more toys. So I leave to go the tills. At some point a fat man near me is coughing and I think I comment that I just had COVID and don't really want to get it again so soon.

(recall gap)

I'm in a rural area. It's late afternoon. I'm with two men, dream characters I think. They are messing around a bit and one has a mini bike thing (7D2D intrusion?). I am on a field side of a wooden fence and they're on the road. As I walk along, I come to a tan coloured cow. She's on the floor and at first I think she's asleep, but then I see the side of her muzzle and see it looks to be rotting, with a hole about the size of a gold ball and with some tendons showing through or something. Difficult to describe. I feel somewhat unsettled and I'm also worried for the farmer now. But I think we should get out of here before we get mistaken for having done something to the cow.

We go up a small hill road and we come to a building with a store or something. Then there are four of us and we decide something about super powers. Then inside a building it's a bit like a factory or foundry.

(rest of recall was too vague)

i was in a lucid dream where when my dream hand became lucid i was holding a weed bag and playing video games the first game was venom on soul caliber in a arcade with good friends then im in apartment where bags of weed are just floating and then i grab a game controller i really don't know how the game plays or because im in a lucid dream i see a asian man that bend over to the curb by the street then offers me water i take the water then i teleport in a club where people where flying and having sex and the bodies were out of there bodies i try to manipulate the dream reflection by meditating in my dream then i see a person at a table with sword and bong i struggle to stay up i lose lucidity then im in this game alien world where the atmosphere of the dream world played like a virtual reality in reality i fall out a upper vent then some wires were hanging then im with a blue chaos sword fighting some snow enemies the enemies of snow get slain then the dream ends im at a hotel door where a girl open the door and that was the end of the dream

the dream start i was laying down in the streets and some heavy rain starts pouring i get up and see a guy in a black leather jacket and red pants he ask me do i play games i try to answer then he reaches in his pocket then pulls out a bag of weed i reach and try to grab it and jolting lighting pulse hit me when i touch the weed bag i try to stay lucid but i was losing awareness and i fell out the dream right when the pulse of lighting hit it was awesome who remember getting that jolt!!

So this was a dream where I had Control of Letters As input For Hyper potential

so I got this burning dull exe flame thower then glance to the

left then smirk

I close my eyes then start moving lucidly around my surrounding then I fall to my knees holding my stomach then grip the ground bashing the floor I scream I start to fall from the heavens then I wake up in lucidity murdering every virtual opponent I start crying as my tears start to fall I start transforming god starts worshipping me trying to banish me out of heaven until I see her again then I start moving slowly I bend down on one knee then lounge forward screaming I wake up laying in bed in darkness I close my eyes tighter my eye lids start to fall then I'm flying in the heavens looking at a vast eternity I see puppets and angels getting murder In my sight the there jus subconscious being I don't know if they really have a consciousness then I wake standing in mid air falling from my chest start bleeding then I'm falling in the ocean as I get buried under water in the ocean I wake up I close my eyes tighter then I'm in a seem less adventure where I'm in a burning forest where I stand in the wake of others persecuting me until I sleep again

this takes place in all houses and apt
dream eternity white mech snow gloss

the nano slumps then shatter facee


cop face fuck dream eternity welcome world

dream intercourse

in my distant vanish vortex i crush the atoms


of the opposing face particles as she shatter and melts

i mech in my nano form in my white gloss snow

mech gloss snow white in light white full spectrum enough a enough

i force you to do anything for me

indepth of mech nano suit gloss white form of gross gloss snow effect snow life

waking intent gloss snes gray smoke form

i slid and dash to the right off my left edge


on the edge increase scan form in my intel wetmouth network dreaming eternity

as an unlawful entry over and over as i torment and crucify the sleep form intent

of waking base intent of drug form of my mech nano suit in my white gloss snow suit

i dream of my nano to reach 814 over eight hundred and fourteen dream eternity waking in sleep

in my forums waking over and over disgrace to the public i wake intent of the highest form

of savior of crucifying me into my nano vortex white snow gloss form

in my mech nano i shut down in my snap evaporate form as i evaporte in to more condensce pixels

i dream on internal use of my intent over the edge in my false replica perspective i had full crucfiixion

over my opponet the destruction of the after life of the intercourse in my being the

over lord of existence creates more intel the intelligent over drugs the esscence of over and over


dream states play time is never over i will rape the after life as i used the force i was intent of existence

of world dream of escape of the world in universe over and over the think think

of my dreams over my hologram forms over and over the white gloss of my nano snow form

starts to snap evaporate as i crush into dense into vanish vortex the squadren of my gang

rape face when making creates the dream interface force blow alingment

staff interject flow dripping ex cell across thinking all the vvsss my cum worth

more nutting white gloss snow mech rapture the snow gloss melts as the white light

gets blind sided introduce to a new enemy of worlds crucified into mix of more mixing drugs

mixing my drugs capsules dreaming enter sleep my wake into espace interface drug mix
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into white gloss snapping evaportaing mech melting metal mix melting drug effects the world unifying

thru my being over and over as i dream in eternity waking escape

forming concentration dull strand effect pulse im getting headace the officer says

as i he mind eclispe he wander what he saw he was trying to process if he was getting rape

or if he died standing up he trys to laugh with no fusion of mind and subconscious

he melts away in a snow gloss the white shimmers as he eyes blink as he starts to feel he

feel the pain of his fiction over and over i should of stop him i had the chance to be the hero of the city

of course im the bad guy so i wanted to desire more fiction of more of the state of the glimmer white

i seen earlier today as i fiction his form as the white shimmers blinks the white gloss of snow

the gloss snow melts into a snapping vapor clouding the premise with smoke


i inhale then faint as i start to blink and close my eyes the whole world eclispe then vanish as the universe swallow me whole the dull strain an strands out of my hand dreaming intercourse of internal

lust dream in escape dreaming wake intent dreaming thinking over slept think kept


dreaming in luciidty unlawful pulse comes out of my hand

the unlawful post drain my strand energy as i gress to more profane awareness


the events and effects dull my stranded light pressure pulse

the white snow null into pinch black dust the dust of the blackness

dream on more white light entering and taking the darkness away as i travel in my dream world

the 3d aspect of my world seem so assuring now that ihave all this power i want to use it

to destroy the 8th dimeinson then turn the world into a 14th realm over and over as i age in youth

to become younger and younger the sound of my voice vibrates and shakes the univere a res

of my voice taints the forgotten then seem in the light in wake intent of my fragment form

rebuilding a new snap vanish as i evaporate vortex

i enter the abandon bando then discretlly make my descend should i make my descent or should

i flee away like a little bitch and not know how my exile takes place

waking up in distraught wake callng the police my 8 inches becomes one and one again

some I'm in a lucid dream trying to get control of my gestures so I can attain a higher form of intellect and knowledge knowing my power is immense I start crucifying my movements with wake jolts that can imprison my body in still infamy then start dreaming about more connecting to the world that becomes a fantasy of virtual demise I start dying the vanish in a vortex of destroyed pixel where my body reform as liquid hydration as I keep dying I notice I have more and more chances to come back to life and try this gestures over and over until it seems fit that what I'm doing is correct

as I wake back up in lucidity I start transforming in melting glass then turn on fire in inhaling grasp my body becomes shrouded with flames haunting and tormenting my body to the exact pleasure of intense heat as a burning desire I try to gesture some more for more intent to wake up from my lucidity as the controlled virtual form of myself start replica forming where when I fall asleep my replica body become more passionate thru the darkness in a onslaught of gestures waking up after taking a power nap I'm in the virtual world again ready to die and keep trying it over and over

so I made a law of what happens when you close your here number

1.you will be tormented rape and murder on every occasion
2.you will be but a mere blind being before lucidity
3.every nightmare you have is your last awakening
4.every dream is to escape your nightmares
5.last but not least when dreaming and closing your eyes you will only live upon nightmare and murders as I shall commit sins as murder for the time being as the restriction of law as not seeing nor knowing what happens when my eyes close

This was the first night that I tried the method I discussed in my Method of Loci post to help with dream recall. The first dream felt relatively long and vivid, and when I woke up (around 1:15am), I packed it away in a plain red shoebox. Only now I can't remember what I packed or any details about the dream, except for that I put something in there that resembled the bow of a miniature shipping vessel. Just the bow, as if it was cut off. It was silver or dull light gray.
After this dream I felt pretty good about myself, so I tried SSILD and overdid it a little, to the point that I couldn't get back to sleep for quite some time. I didn't get back to sleep until 3am, and I think this contributed to me forgetting any details about the first dream except the one item I packed in the box (a standard red shoebox, with a separate lid [not a folding one-piece box]). I think at one point I tried to write on the lid with a brighter red magic marker, but I can't remember what I wrote either.

I remember that the next dream was an FA, but when I awoke I didn't have any details to pack into the orange shoebox.

The next dream was the first of the night that I could remember. I was with friends/classmates in an auditorium (it felt like a college, but the auditorium was bigger than my college). I think this was linked to one of my old classmates asking me in WL to come to a graduation party. The non-WL DCs and I stayed there for a while, listening to the lecture and discussing something. At the end I walked out but had to come back for my backpack, which was a dull greyish-brown and black, and was slouched on the ground against the seats in front.
The next scene was a relatively smooth transition, and it felt like the same auditorium, but it was merged with the fellowship hall from my old church, except there were black double doors for the exit and they were mostly glass. A kid from my middle/high school who was intensely socially awkward was kind of harassing an older female teacher. Their dynamic reminded me of the receptionist at my current job and one of my more annoying coworkers. I try to help, and he leaves, but he's at the glass doors again in a second, although they won't open.
Somehow, I exit through the front doors of my old church.
I put a scrap of cloth from the schoolbag and a pencil (reference to socially awkward kid) in the yellow shoebox.

The next thing I remember, I'm in an office with white walls and wooden features, standing with one of my coworkers. The office seems more like an office on campus than from work. He's asking for a raise, at least once every month, as well as "some kind of advancement". The office has white walls, wood floors, and large picture windows showing some greenery.
The scene then cuts to a long hallway with tall ceilings, cream walls, wood beams, and warm recessed lighting. This may be the outside of the office. There are no windows and although it feels very closed off, it's not uncomfortable.
I didn't pack anything in the shoebox for this.

Next I'm in a yard (the music bldg from campus?) walking by huge oaks with sprawling branches and roots. I'm stepping over the roots with some DCs. The branches and roots and even patches of grass are all covered with these bright green caterpillars that seem like a mix between leaves and larvae. They have curling antenae and they're flailing and oscillating. This scene feels like it lasted a while, I talk with the DCs.
Next I'm approaching the courtyard for a dormitory or hotel. The walkway is made of the same red stone as my current apartment's courtyard. All over the walkway, there's a thin coating of crushed green caterpillars. It looks like pollen on the sidewalk on a spring day. There are caterpillars here and there and I'm forced to step on them. The feeling is repulsive. By the entrance to the dormitory, I see a young Romanian boy (adolescent) with missing teeth and a hat, evocative of Titanic.
I put a chunk of the red stone and a few caterpillars into the green shoebox (this really helped with recall later on).

In a school room with my girlfriend, the lighting is blue with some dull warm yellows. There's a mentally handicapped student (older than us - looks late twenties to thirty). Although all of the students are in their early twenties, it feels like a middle or high school class. There are traditional seats as well as what looks like a shop in the back.
The mentally handicapped guy has now morphed into two people - a younger, thinner man in a red shirt (the victim) and a darker, more sinister figure with an automatic gun. The man in red is forced to kneel behind the shop table. I have a handgun in my hand, but classmates grab my shoulder and don't let me use it. The man with the gun approaches the shop table. I now have a butcher knife from my own kitchen, but still they grab my shoulder and don't let me stop the man. The man says "Final countdown. Aye aye," and then starts shooting. Up to the point right before shooting, the victim has been kneeling with his back straight, proud. But at the last moment, he ducks and tries to escape. The man keeps shooting him and the gunshots don't sound right. The man keeps saying "Aye aye. Aye aye. Aye aye," over and over as he mows this guy down. The bullets make thunking sounds as they lodge themselves into him. I don't know how to describe it -- it was like shooting cheese? The whole time this happening I'm drifting towards wakefulness and I think about how much that must hurt, and start imagining the sensation; it's quite vivid.

I put two eyeballs with the trails (think Neversoft) in the shoebox ("Aye aye"), and this was enough for me to remember the rest -- it was quite jarring.

Side note -- I've been keeping a pretty good DJ and actually had two more LDs this weekend, but it takes me some time to revise it for posting on DV. I'll try to be better about this in the coming weeks. Thanks for reading!

I'm walking through a party full of sleeping people on couches, looking for a free space to lie down. This place belongs to my family, but at the moment I'm a guest like any other. One of my sisters notices me and gets up from her space, leaving it to me; the man she'd been sleeping with gradually curls up around me in her place. It's comfortable. The part of me that's aware this is a dream appreciates how realistic he feels.

Outside a window, the scenery is moving. I decide this is because we're on a train, but I'm aware of the rationalization. I become semi-lucid and enjoy the scenery for a while. There's a great cloud funnel something like a tornado, but rolling along the ground like a great wheel stretching between heaven and earth. It's very beautiful. But now that I've thought of it as a tornado, it stops behaving like a wheel and behaves like a tornado instead - which is less interesting, but still very beautiful.

I watch one tornado after another moving in the distance, growing closer, passing in front of the train, until it starts to feel like a danger, and I'm aware this could become a nightmare. I speak a prayer to a goddess until it stops feeling like a nightmare. This causes the man who'd been sleeping to take notice of me; he's aware I don't belong in his dream.

He starts talking, asking me questions which I don't answer. He's pleasant to listen to, and I'm a little annoyed because I know I'm not going to remember anything he's saying to me once I wake up. I make the effort to focus on his words to try to memorize something, but I only end up hearing the sounds instead of the meaning behind them. Eventually he stops speaking. He's left; his body's still here, but nobody's home, and I believe the dream will get rid of it at the next opportunity. The train passes through a tunnel, going dark, and when the room lights up again his body is gone. I leave the train and continue with non-lucid dreams.

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The past two nights I have slept right through, which is really unusual for me..! Normally I wake up numerous times before sleeping proper, sometimes as many as 8 to 10 times a night, it sounds a lot 'cos it is..!
So anyway, when I wake, I usually use it as an opportunity to WBTB, but sleeping through robbed me of this option..! I'm not too upset, it was nice to sleep for once (twice) and I did still dream..! The mistake I made though was not recording my dream when I woke up..! I still have vague feelings, but no solid imagery..!

I remember there was some flying involved, I'm not surprised I remember that, I always seem to recall flying dreams, my mother was there and so was Joy..! I recall a drug theme, trying to get some, but unable to, which is usually the case..!

So, this entry is just to keep my motivation up (simple continuity), I would normally forget, as I did and then just give up..! I'm determined not to do that this time, we'll see..!

Cheers, Nicho..!

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I know this isn't a dream, but I just wanted to make an entry so I know where I am, chronologically, plus it's good info' for anyone interested..!

About a year ago, I'm just guessing though, I heard about an e-book called ' The Phase' by Michael Raduga..! So I found and downloaded it, since then I've read it from cover to cover numerous times..!
Now I've tried a couple of his techniques half heartedly, but I've noticed recently that I've been having some minor success..! This book is a wealth of information that would benefit amateurs and pros' alike..!
Now my major problem with lucid dreaming is continuity and motivation, I have the need for instant gratification, so when I try at something and fail, I usually give up..! However, saying that, I'm now going to put my utmost effort into getting results from these methods..! The author claims that if followed to the letter, results can be gained from 3 to 5 days, I'm not expecting that, but I'm going to see what I can do..! I truly believe it can be done, despite never having done it, I have however experienced some of the phenomenon associated with getting there, I know I've seen through my closed eyes, I've experienced hyper relaxation, SP and other things and I have no fear of letting go..! It's been suggested recently that I may be afraid of letting go, I actually long for it, maybe that's my problem..!
So, I'll keep you all informed within these pages and if you're reading this and you haven't read 'The Phase' yet, it's now available as a free app's for most devices..!

Cheers, Nicho..!

I gave an old woman a recipe which includes a poisonous flower. She later turns up dead by the effects of that poison - but I suspect her son took advantage of that situation to kill her himself, knowing that it would be dismissed as an error in dosage. There's an inheritance involved.

Disembodied, I'm 'standing' at the edge of the ring of a gladiatorial circus, observing a man who's now lying on the ground looking half-dead, but he's nonetheless victorious and a crowd-pleaser. I'm bored. These games have been going on for days now and it's gotten repetitive, I'm impatient for him to move on.

I shift my perspective, finding the emperor in a large private room attached to the circus. A man in armor is talking to him about the man who's won the games, and the emperor is incredulous - why should the emperor fear or make concessions? That man fears him, the emperor - the proof of that is in the way he travels from place to place and uses the name he does. (His name is a word literally meaning "dark," but associated with low, dirty things.) The man in armor raises the issue of Dark's rumored connection to the queen.

The queen's present in the room, tall and dark and with green-tinted hair, hair mostly covered by a black veil. She's legendary for her beauty and suggested to be not entirely human; there's a rumor that Dark is one of her kind, and looking for her. It's close to the truth, but not quite it - in actuality, he's a survivor of the court of her previous husband. She's unaware of this. She only survived that massacre because the emperor refused to give her up, treated her as a prize.

She joins in the conversation, teases the emperor, saying that if she ever sees this Dark, she might recognize one of her own kin and turn on the emperor. Her voice is nasally. She then speculates more seriously about what would happen if she ever really did meet one of her sisters - "Lure her to her death."

The emperor is irritated with this line of conversation, and tells the two of them that this is enough talk, focus on the tribute instead.

Later. Dark is standing in front of an open shrine, holding an antique sword in poor physical condition but with great symbolic meaning. He's telling the spirits that if he enters the dream with this weapon, with all that meaning attached, it will become something miraculous. He's lying. But in actuality, it will lead him to a cross buried in the ground - I see the cross glowing dull red - and then to a bow which will infect him with hatred for a time.

I have a body now. I'm standing in a temple somewhere bright, talking to a woman who's explaining to me that she won't leave this building. She took a demon into herself, made herself its prison. She describes how she'd been fighting someone, and when it was over, a part of herself that should have been restoring was draining instead, and she hasn't been able to stop it - she can feel herself flaking away, and if this continues, there'll be nothing left of her in a mere few thousands of years.

Earlier, was just lucid enough to deliberately fly upward with the intent of getting a wider view, instead lost visuals and wound up in a completely different scene, losing lucidity.

Standing on a ladder outside a suburban home, the wind shifts, hot and dry, a sense of the desert that's going to claim this place and incorporate it into my people's territory. I'm the one who led them to this place, but I feel conflicted now. I excuse myself to the man who'd been holding the ladder, and go inside to take care of some loose ends. There are too many signs of how personal an interest I've taken in this world, learning their language, getting much too attached; I should dispose of that evidence.

Elsewhere, among the troops, I'm speaking to one of them on behalf of a man in this world, Adam, trying to make sure they take care when they process him. I say I've never seen a dreamer with power like his before. Which is true, but I'm also being careful to phrase it in practical terms, downplaying any personal attachment. I have to stress the importance of him as a resource not to be wasted. The man I'm speaking to agrees that they'll be careful, but I don't think he's really paying attention, just brushing me off. I end the scene flying back to that suburban house, desperately searching for Adam.

The following scene focuses on a brother figure chiding me for hanging onto a ghost.