I chant a mantra as I go to sleep saying "I will complete the TOTM tonight."
However, I did not know I was going to do it non-lucidly!
I ask a DC a new way to fly. He tells me to run quickly, then thrust my legs upwards behind me, and I would be thrusted forward.
Updated 12-05-2016 at 04:47 AM by 91855
A man drives his car onto the path, parks and gives me some bizarre bicycle contraption. He thanks me and runs off. For the rest of the dream I am hiding this contraption.
I was in a city with group of classmates. It was a cold and rainy day, people were wearing warm clothing. I drove my car and parked it a bit clumsily on a little parking. I went out of the car and moved on with the group, when we heard some man in some uniform. The man took a road cone and placed it on the middle of the road then said "According to new rules, people have to park at least 500 metres from a sidewalk!". I went back to check on my car and noticed a better parking place. I went towards the car.
Failed WBTB attempt
I was driving my car through some forest and city roads.
Bed at midnight, no sleep until at least 3am because of body soreness. Took echinacea drops in water again before bed.
Body is hurting again. Workout is challenging me and making me extremely exhausted these days.
I could feel my body slip into a deep calm. My body went numb and I did not move. All of a sudden, I could hear lots of things going on around me. My niece was talking to someone- a man. I didn't open my eyes for a long time, because I felt lazy and I didn't want to move. I felt a light vibration and I wanted to stay there, because it was soothing. I realized it was prompting me into lucidity, but I didn't want to do it. (?) I felt too relaxed and preferred to stay right where I was.
I kept hearing my niece's voice- asking the man, "are you sure that's supposed to go there?" I didn't hear the man's reply, just murmuring. When I finally opened my eyes, I was in a bed in a different place. The walls of the room seemed grey (or was it just dark?). I looked around, but I didn't move my head. There was some talk about a party, and then nothing.
Excessive exercise is really bad for dream recall.
The color grey, again.
After a bunch of family drama on Saturday night, its only fitting that I should have some pleasant dream activity.
I at a dinner party in a foreigner's house; a couple has invited me for dinner. It seems as if I am on vacation. The walls and floors are white, and the house has a calm color scheme. I go down a hall to the bathroom, but I never make it there. I am compelled to go outside.
I walk outside of the house to the parking garage. It seems I am in an apartment or townhouse community. I go to find my bike (motorcycle) and its parked next to another way cooler looking black motorcycle. I look to my right, and there is a handsome guy standing next to me. He is tall, with black hair and brown eyes. He has some facial hair, which I find sexy. He tells me that he was going to leave, but that I'm beautiful, so he wants to stay. I laugh because whatever he is saying sounds cheesy. I look down and I notice that I am wearing tight black fake leather pants and high heeled ankle boots. I keep kind of looking down, because I feel shy talking to him. I smile a lot and he invites me out. I'm about to get on his bike, but I remember that I left my purse inside. I tell him that I have to get it...I then say,"let's go" and he follows me back into the dinner party house.
The couple is pleasantly surprised when they see us enter and they show me where my purse is. They admit to me that they have gone through the purse in an attempt to try to contact me, and that they have seen that I have four tickets to the Kanye West show (they are obviously good seats because their eyes are gleaming). I tell them, "you know what? You can have all four because I hate Kanye West!"
The guy laughs. The couple gets so excited and thanks me. I leave with the guy.
A guy for once! And a motorcycle! ( A wild side, I like it.)
Again with the color white, and relaxing surroundings.
Also the color black..last time it was my friend with the black mink coat and today its me with black pants.
Black shoes, which i hardly ever notice.
I do really hate Kanye. Not as a producer, but as anything else, including as being a human being.
Fell asleep: 11:30 P.M. (with trazodone)
Woke up: 9:02 A.M.
9 hours 18 minutes sleep last night
7 hours 38 minutes restful sleep
1 hours 39 minutes restless sleep
82 % restful sleep
Dream: I was exploring a new house we were staying at, and I started finding secret doors, but they all just seemed to be alternate paths to other parts of the house until I found this one that led to a dark room. I tried turning on my activity watch's backlight but I don't know if it worked. Still, I could see better, as I spotted books on a table to the left. I could see that they were probably all just romance but I had to be certain, so I walked up to them and skimmed through them with my eyes. Yep, romance.
At some point I realized this was just another familiar room, that it didn't maybe lead to someone else's house like I speculated after I heard a TV running. Then I realize that someone is coming over - dad. Not knowing what else to do, I waited until he was to my right and yelled "Boo!". He wasn't surprised, as usual.
I'm exploring a specific section of the house. I'm crouched down on the floor looking in the nooks and crannies of a shelf or something, and there's a bunch of objects stuffed in there. There's a kid to my right and I realize it was probably him that did it. I pulled out a handful of writing utensils. Then I start looking for diapers, but all I find is toys and stuff.
Fragment: Looking through a hidden house full of some kind of historical stuff packed away, a man discovers me, another pile of hidden stuff back outside near a tree.
1:35 A.M. for 23 minutes
3:45 A.M. for 16 minutes
7:20 A.M. for 41 minutes
9:02 A.M. for 15 minutes
Updated 04-15-2016 at 07:30 PM by 20026
Objective (copied from Watergaze's intent for the night): The quickening moon thing "(Another name is quickening moon from wicca tradition)" caught my eye as it spoke to something I have been looking at. I would like to center the first dream night on this idea. Face yourself towards what is coming to you, to what you are attracting = what is in the direction that you have chosen to face over this period in your life. And welcome it, have the intent of allowing it to happen, of helping it along, of hastening it and of dissolving our resistances towards it coming into our lives. I find the image of the spinning air to be well representing some aspect of quickening and hastening, and of the power that is in speeding something along that might be late in arriving (because it has been waiting for a longer time it has been gathering strength). It first gathers like we gather ourselves before we depart on a journey and it spins faster and faster. I suggest we meet at a beach with the whirlwinds, I have seen such a place in my dreams this night and it was interesting - no need to focus on it as a place to arrive at in dreaming, if you picture this place right now and feel into it I think it might be beneficial . To align with what I speak of that is what I want for this night. Do some attraction magic of sorts .
The image of a road with the whirlwind coming at me has been in my mind here and there and I think welcoming that and not resisting it, not being afraid.. that type of setting is what I want. Then the image of the beach where we all met and where there were these nice tall spinning columns of wind that seemed pretty magical to me. I need strength to face what is coming, or rather where I am heading and I want to go faster. This is what is behind my intent for the first full moon night.
Saw WG initially, in a loosely gathered energy environment. Then my digital calendar comes into view, I'm trying to read whatever is floating across my field of vision. It's the reminder of our appointment for the morning. That's right, I must remember, this is important that I make myself available for this, not miss it. I solidify my intent and then the energy fades.
An actual scene forms. I'm in my car but my mom is driving me and Alan. Him and I get out of the car, my mom is asking who he is. I quickly tell her he's a writer, I'm rather proud as though I had something to do with it; but I don't. She asks what genre, I tell her horror, like Stephen King. I'm really proud of that too. His ability to comprehend the darker versions of reality; not the silly stereotypical horror shows but the deeper, psychological, twisted, and inhumane layers. I'm relieved to have someone like that with me. It means when I'm faced with darker situations, they can't even hold a candle to the experiences I'm intimate with. All other scenarios are laughable and this somehow provides a very safe environment for me to operate within.
Alan and I begin down a hill. I'm explaining we can't leave this place, my mom took my car. He seems annoyed with the limited exit options but doesn't argue over it. Moments later a throaty growl is heard and I move from the bushes. A black wolf rushes out and stands nearby. I approach, trying to understand (meeting the tornado objective of facing fear-provoking experiences). It's hungry. Two children appear and I'm moderately aligned with the wolf's mental processes; it wants to eat the children but resists the urge. Instead, it transforms into a man, steals food from a nearby car. The parents come and attempt to stop him, but I stop the parents. I tell them this is the lesser evil; it is better he eat the food than their children. They seem to understand and we all stand around and wait while the wolfman eats.
I recall only short fragment. I was in school, wandering crowded corridors. Suddenly a man wearing a black suit appeared. He had bright hair and was clean shaven. Everyone started at him. He wanted to talk with me, but I can't recall why.
A picture of Genos from One Punch Man
I remember being in an environment quite like my old highschool. There were people walking around the halls, all unidentifiable and I can remember myself looking for Genos, from the anime and manga series, One Punch Man. I ended up finding a couple guys in a room and I asked them where Genos was. The one looked at me with confusion but then once I mentioned "Cyborg Man" he instantly knew who I was talking about.
The guy then began telling me that, "He's not looking for love" or at least...something of that sort, and that Genos was busy doing work right now. I didn't care anyways and proceeded to go look for him myself. That is when I found myself in a sort of library. Everything had this goldenrod glow emitting in the area. I can remember finding Genos sitting on a step in a corner with some shelving on either side of him. I could then remember getting myself down as if I was some sort of cat or dog waiting to be petted and Genos smiled at me as he took his hand and stroked my face. Passionately he did and I was happy and it felt great. I then sprawled out onto the floor and he began nudging me with his left foot as I brushed up against it. This is when I woke up, due to my damn mother.
Notes: (More to come soon)
Went to bed Around 3 - something AM.
Woke up 9:30ishAM
*Time logged 10:10AM
Total sleep +6 Hours
Stress level throughout the day Annoyed because of my mother. But much more happier when she had gone to bed for the night and I was being loved and cuddled by my fiancι.
*Daytime Did RCs
*Inducing Method N/A
Dream Signs N/A
Perceived Length 30 Minutes
Emotions Love, Happiness
Updated 01-25-2016 at 07:33 PM by 89722
After some brief, barely memorable, meaningful dreams. . .
I'm suddenly opening a shed, and pulling out a .50 caliber gun. I notice the weight of it makes it challenging to carry, but I manage. I slowly carry it into a field, notice the beautiful dark and silent night sky. I begin a slow jog and notice it's easier to carry but it's still bulky, almost half my height and there's not strap for it. A man appears, his skin is dark, and he's looking around. I toss myself behind a small hill and a large rock while trying to avoid being seen. Not that he's dangerous, but just because I'm feeling like an introvert and prefer to remain alone. Also, I'm pretty sure I'm carrying around an illegal weapon for absolutely no good reason so......I'd rather not get into a discussion regarding my nonsensical whims.
Also, I'm not done yet.
He doesn't find what he's obviously searching for, but he seems to think whatever it is is around here. It's rather entertaining to observe him conflicted like this. As I'm watching him I run my hands through blades of grass, simply because it seems so real. I close me eyes, hoping not to be found, reopen them and notice the field is slightly different. The man is gone but now there are gates.
I decide it's best to be done here as I catch sight of another person further off. I head in the direction of the shed, having to pass the next man, he tries to talk to me but I pretend like I don't see him. All he knows is I'm carrying a large gun, perhaps I was out hunting. This isn't strange at all to see someone running through a dark field with a .50 cal, ignoring him...I'm really hoping he self-explains the oddness as his own imagination. Many do.
For some reason as I'm passing gates I feel it necessary to count them. Silently, in my head. One, two, three, four, five, wait, which one was five and am I on six or past six, well I just passed another and am approaching the next, I should hurry up and figure it out before I lose complete count. Oh, there goes another. Well counting the gates was a stupid idea.
I put the gun away and walk off, annoyed with having to end my indulgence prematurely.
Updated 01-08-2016 at 09:30 PM by 70517
Strolling through a school I find a friend (?). I've actually come for him but can't place who I think he is, only that I'm here for him. At first it feels like a date but when we wind up at a beach, I realize it's not quite a date. In fact, I don't feel any kind of romantic feelings coming from him. I continue spending time with him, though he doesn't interact much. I head across the sand and into the water to touch the waves as they ascend the shore. After an usually long and stabilized visitation session, I approach him and finally speak to him. I ask him what we're doing here.
He finally looks at me, actually focusing on me. The beach scene instantly fades and the school grounds re-appear. He begins showing me a piece of paper with words on it. I feel mildly inept as the words refuse to come into focus and I can't help but notice the blank spots of missing words. I might as well be reading a classified document where every other word is covered.
We walk inside to continue the conversation. A woman runs in, pulls a handgun, and begins shooting at people. Others with guns begin rushing the building. I look for cover, notice a small crate to crouch behind but realize it's not large enough for two people. I yank the man to the floor with me and then give him a forceful shove toward the crate. I duck my head beneath my hands as I lay myself flat on the floor. For once the man is experiencing an emotional reaction--not fear but surprise. I just can't see what he's surprised about; I assume it's either my reaction or the people who just entered.
When I look up to get a better grasp of the situation, my vision settles on the woman who had entered first. She's popping off shots but time slows for me. I'm watching the actual fire from the impact of the bullet as it leaves the barrel. I'm concerned for the man I'm with, he's .... mortal? He's capable of being injured. While I'd prefer not be shot, it's not something having permanent consequences so I'm less concerned for myself.
I opt to play dead as I've decided the people here aren't directly coming for me and the man. One of the attackers, a man, walks over to me and shots me in the back. It doesn't hurt per-say, just a faint stinging sensation. I'm more focused on keeping myself here in the scene as my vision begins to fall out of focus. I stare at my friend, the man I'd shoved into the corner and he decides to stop hiding to attack the man. I'm somewhat upset about his response. I'd rather he remained unnoticed and while I appreciate his desire to fight back, remaining invisible seemed the better option.
I'm walking through a building with others I can't recall well. I've been tasked with setting a very large industrial fire. While I greatly enjoy being given this task and can execute it well, there's a detail persuading me from completing the task. There's a small risk of a young child being inside when the fire erupts....so to counter the concern I acquire the child and keep him with me while the fire is set. This works. Once the fire is over our group enters the building only to find minimal damage--nothing at all like how it was intended. There was damage but very little structural damage. All surface stuff, provoking an emotional reaction but not doing anything significant. I know why this turned out badly; my concern for the child dampened the execution. Another person had tried telling me to drop concern for the child but I remember fighting them on this aspect. There obviously will be casualties but certain people shouldn't be involved.
I woke up in my bed. It was midnight. I decided to visit my pal, so I went outside. It was dark all around. When I got to crossroad I saw that a shop was moved to another side. It was lit inside, there was somoene standing on the sidewalk. It was a man, he was wearing blue jacket and blue trousers. He was holding a bag in his hand. I thought "You haven't seen anything." and then he said "I haven't seen anything! I swear!" I moved on. Just as I left him behind I said "It's a dream. I'm dreaming.", and got to house of my pal. Instead of entering it through front door, I jumped through the window to his room. There was his brother inside, wearing a black suit and writing some words on a paper. I asked "Preparing for tomorrow?" and he replied "No, just writing. And when it comes to my brother, he's not home. He drove to some kind of a camp, and will be back in a week.". Then the dream ended.
Dl1 - On a bus, looking out the window at street going by. Notice that a tall slim man in a long coat is peeking at me every now and then. Trying not to meet my gaze. Snooping on me.
I get off and head into a market place but he is still tailing me. At a stall selling miscellaneous crap, handbags and things, he is standing right the other side as I feel is blocking my route further. I retrace my steps but cannot lose him.
Dl2 - Repeating dream -> when I say repeating I mean it seems to go on for ages with something the same/similar happening I often get these. Does anyone else I wonder. Like a thought going round and round.
Archangels are being visualised in greater and greater detail each cycle giving increased chance of incubations success. They seem to be getting different details/colours as they get higher. Each time it is getting harder to do.
Dl1 - Driving around the neighborhood, indistinct local roads, all very grey. Collide with other car driver (old ds). Agree to give him some more and pull out wad of cash. But trick him, the money is not to fix his car but to pay for him to do some work for me.
He has to write a long essay for me.
Dl2 - In an office, im given a form that has been filled out. I must change the form as its all filled out incorrectly: wrong address, lots missing. I fill out some details then ring firm to check they have not acted on application yet. It's ok there is still time to change the details before they go live on their system. The application is fraudulent, all the needed information is taken from random spurious sources.
Dl3 - A country had been invaded by someone. I can see a kind of zoomed out view of the country with the natives highlighted black and the invading army highlighted in red.
It shows there are far more invaders that native peoples and where highest concentrations are.
I am standing on a hillside (zoomed out) overlooking the shores of the other country and far off towns, undersiege. I need to save the country. I abseil down cliffs to the beach below. There are some caves below the chalk cliffs.
A bearded man asks if I want to buy some vials of earth. The earth is in different colours and is good for your health. I buy some and taste it, it's disgusting.
He then sells me a selection of balloon like worms of different colours. I take one out and it crawls/slides onto my face. This one is whitish in colour, looks a bit like intestines. Every hair on my body stands up as it crawls over my lips and feeds on me. I try to move it away and it goes onto my neck. I scream inwardly Aaaaaaaaaa!!!!
Dl4 - I go across the sea and again see a zoomed out view of all the important towns and roads. I choose to land away from the main towns where the land slopes down. I travel through some weird stick forest, where the trees are like giant twigs. I manage to get through without being spotted.
Again, I see zoomed out view of towns on hillside. I set fire to a giant CD, shiny silver and roll it at town at bottom of the hill. It sets fire to the town and a chain reaction is set in motion as town after town is set ablaze.
The main towns do not realise until it is to late and the battle is won.
The leaders of the opposing army are brought to meet with the other sides leaders.
All seems victorious until a knight of the other sides army grabs a gigantic sword, claymore and proceeds to cut everyones heads off in one swing. Leading to a sudden reversal of fortunes.
The bit with the worms were too vivid and bit with the earth was the first time I recall tasting anything in a dream...I think.
Updated 11-03-2015 at 06:53 PM by 88638
Notes since the last update:
1. In a town and I kept getting turned around. Someone I trusted was supposed to meet me but hadn't. I find a street corner and read the sign, it tries to blur out initially but I fix that and force it to settle. I call the person on my cell and tell him where I am. He says he's on his way. Night is falling, I walk into a nearby sandwich shop. I'm standing inside the shop, looking at the counter. No employees or patrons, just the eerie buzzing of the electric current running through the neon signage. It's peaceful here--being lost. The silence is calming, it's almost like it isn't real, I'm not real.
A man interrupts me, we move to continue the conversation at a metal table outside. He's said something to make me laugh. I feel happy, at ease. Then the person I'd called earlier arrives and I remember who I am--it seems I had forgotten for a few moments. A rather nice sensation, to be honest. I stand and politely excuse myself.
2. I began in a forest, darkness, noticed yellow light nearby, went toward that. I arrived in a parking lot and looked around. This is when I noticed both my parents dead. The scene gave the impression it was car accident, given the position of their bodies and their injuries. Then comes the aftermath of coping with the consequences of their death, something I was greatly surprised by, given both their experience with cancer. Was quite sad.
3. A woman has helped me move my most beloved memories into a filing cabinet (which resembles the one from my waking life), and when the two men with electric saws arrive their efforts to break in are unsuccessful. Being not lucid, I can't seem to figure out how their saws are unable to break through an old, dented filing cabinet. It's not even locked.
4. A tiger gives a random appearance and as I move to protect people in a building from it, a black and white dog interacts with it right outside the door I'm holding shut. It turns out the tiger is young and not aggressive, given its behavior with the dog. Dream fades once I've made that determination--although I notice a second tiger keeping a distance.
5. I stumble upon a scene where a young girl is being murdered. I fast-forward past the actual killing, seeing it but not in detail, then slow it to regular speed once the forensic team arrives. One of the women crawl beneath a shelf in the girl's room to get a better view or understanding and I do so too. There's a moment where I'm staring at the ceiling, much like how I'd seen the girl do, lost in the moment. I walk outside, about to leave, past a wall, but I turn around to the entrance. There are rusty bikes, vines, a broken sidewalk, old newspapers. This area gives me trouble--I'm aware there are bones beneath the old papers and soil. Bones of young children. I'm torn between actually digging through the soil to confirm my suspicion and leaving it be. The longer I'm here, the more I seem to know or ... remember, though that's such a strange consideration. As I'm trying to understand it, I become spooked and decide I don't want to know, I can't handle this, whatever this is. Not right now. Dream fades.
6. I emerge in another place, with much lighter emotions. I'm following up on something I had set into motion prior and while doing this, Sen pops in. Very much NOT part of the scene I was experiencing. He asks me if I have a moment, he wants to ask me something. I tell him sure, just let me finish this. Can't recall what I was doing but I finished and was set to wake. During the waking process (~a ten second transition at most) I remember Sen wanted to ask me something. I try to remain in the dream, wanting to go back to that, but it slips away and I wake.