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    Keller Texas
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    Sports, lifting weights, and lucid dreaming... oops i forgot, smoking weed.
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    1st Lucid Sex and 1st Dream within a dream. september 23

    by Shamrox on 09-24-2011 at 10:12 AM
    Need to write this down so I don't forget. I have been lucid twice since last time I made an entry. Once was for a matter of seconds. I was toying around with a lightsaber, but I couldn't get it to work right. I am beginning to notice a similarity to something I read recently. Sometimes the less lucid I am, the more control I have. In other words if the dream feels like it's unstable, I can make things happen easier. But, when it is extremely vivid and clear, it is harder for me to manifest anything. I know that everything is in my mind, and that it is my own mentality keeping from believing it is possible to make something appear when the world feels so real. I have also been learning to step back into dreams. Extending them. Or realising as a dream is fading that I am going to wake up from a non lucid dream, and then forcing myself to become lucid and stay in the dream. I can't believe I didn't write these two down. Because they were great. In one of them I was working with a group, I don't know who it was, but they helped me practice my dream combat. I was fighting like 6 guys, and I didn't know it was a dream yet. Everything I have learned from boxing and muay thai just seemed to triple itself at once. Like all of the missing knowledge just came together in the moment. And I whooped there asses movie martial arts style. It felt so real. It's hard remember now, but at some point I had gone into a dream from a dream to reach this place. Anyways, it made me realise that I have no reson to think it is so hard to have full control in my dreams because I was doing it without even realising it. I was lucid, but too focused on the fighting to realise until it was over. The next one, the hot blonde Chelsea Wilson was there and as soon as I became lucid I started walking off to practice something like I always do, and then I was like, wait... thats something I've been wanting to try. I've never had lucid sex. I get laid too much in real life to care. But, I have been wanting to try. I bent her ass over, pulled her panties down, and ****** until I **** all over her back and ass. I tried to make it really quick. The opposite of usual. To see what it was like. I don't believe I had a wet dream. But within the dream, it felt very real indeed. Awesome. Now if I can just learn to manifest whoever I want. P.S. RC's aren't the cause of most of my lucids anymore. I usually just become aware somehow. Awesome.
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    08/16/2011 Are my eyes opened?

    by Shamrox on 08-16-2011 at 09:12 PM
    This time it took me a few nights of meditation before bed, and one dream journal entry to have two of the most incredibly vivid lucid dreams Though there was nothing magical about these dreams. Nothing astounding. It is the awakening of knowledge that they have brought with them. I have crossed a boundary into lucid dreaming that I never could have imagined.
    I have had false awakenings before, but nothing like this. My first false awakening of the night was like an episode of sleep paralysis. A very strong episode. I awoke and lay there looking at the ceiling. Obviously paralyzed. I of course knew exactly what was happening and stayed calm as I tried moving my arms over and over, waiting for the feeling to return. Only this time was different. It was taking far longer than usual to escape the paralysis. I was regaining some feeling enough to fight through the weight and stand up. However, my entire body felt like it was made of lead and I still had absolutely no control over my head. In other words, as I stood there I was forced to hold my head up with my hands like a newborn baby. If I let go, it would fall straight backwards and I would be looking at the ceiling. The next thing I remember, I'm laying in bed again, sound asleep next to my girlfriend. Only at this point did I realize that in the previous episode my bed had been on the wrong side of the room. I realized that it was in fact, a dream I had been in; And if that was a dream, this could be a dream. I have never had a lucid dream start from a false awakening. In fact, I have never seen one so vividly. I now understood that as many lucid dreams as I have had, perhaps I have never fully grasped their potential. Their potential to recreate life. I see, that there are in fact.... 2 very real, realities.
    Now the good stuff. I lay there and decided to do a reality check. But, I was in sleep paralysis again. I almost knew before I stood up that this would be my first experience with this type of LD. I again forced my body to rise through the great weight and forced my head to stay up. I struggled to raise my arm and pinch my nose... and BAM, I was breathing through it. Very aware I was in a dream, yet fighting the darknes, and the overpowering pull to black out, I remembered and old trick. "INCREASE LUCIDITY NOW! BECOME CLEARER! INCREASE LUCIDITY NOW!" I fought through the darkness seeing my room as it really looked in waking life, and seeing it become clearer as I had demanded. I trudged towards my front door, and when I got there did a final reality check to clear the picture as much as I could. NOTE: (THE FINGER THROUGH THE HAND REALITY CHECK FAILS ME MORE OFTEN THAN NOT. IT WILL NO LONGER BE USED.) But, the nose pinch did. I burst out of my apartment into the sun light, and the sensation was unreal. Or rather, too real. How is it possible? For dreams to so vividly mimic real life. The sun on my skin burned slightly, just as it does in the day here. The veins in my arms came to the skin and showed themselves, just as they do in the heat. I walked towards the steps going to the pool, I thought about flying. Yet, I said to myself, "Every time I have a lucid dream, I rush to do the coolest thing I can think of as fast as possible in fear of losing the dream. I need to slow down, and learn the basics first. I'll just use this as a practice run. Here, there is a small flicker in my mind. I turn around and there is Michelle from the apartment above me. Up the steps on the grass patch where Ice goes potty. She is with two other people. The apartment behind the grass patch is not there. It has been replaced by a mossy, grassy set of concrete steps. Seemed to fit. As I approached I too had to take on maybe 4 to 5 of the same steps. There was one entity sitting on the left, who I never even took the time to look at. Michelle right in front of me, and one sitting on the steps behind her. I have never intentionally practiced talking to a dream character before so this was my time to practice. I toyed with her, just to see how she would react. Me: "Whats your name?" Her: "Michelle?" Me: "Where are we?" Her: "Pshh. (funny look)" Me: "So what's your name? Her: "Amanda!!" I can't remember the next question... If there was one. For that is when he spoke. The man on the stairs. And whatever he said, it shocked me awake. When he spoke, his voice had dark intent. He was challenging me. He implied something about me fooling with my dream character. He looked poor, like a bum on the streets. He was fiddling with something he held in his hands; hands with half finger gloves. He wore a dirty tan trench coat. The typical look of a street beggar. But, this entity I could tell was not friendly. He did not like me toying with the girl, and whatever he said had enough impact to kick me out of the dream. I remembered what he said at first. But, as I lay there trying to fight my way back into a dream, trying to replay the dream over and over, I could not get to that point. I must have tried to recap the dream anywhere from 5 to 10 times. I can't remember because, I never could. Each time I tried I fell straight to sleep. Then I would jolt awake. This happened over and over. Each time with a reality check, and each time to no avail. I gave up with the intention of writing it down later. Here it is. Perhaps all of those times when I am so tired I can barely move, it is because I am in fact dreaming.
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    Summer 2011 Merissas abortion

    by Shamrox on 08-15-2011 at 08:53 AM
    A quick recall. I had a random LD the other night. I have been thinking a lot about it lately which, I assume triggered my mind to recognize myself running down a street I have never been down before, instantly becoming lucid without any reality check whatsoever. In fact I dont remember anything before attaining lucidity. There I was running from somebody, and as soon as I realized it was a dream I thought it would be fun to try and escape the pursuer. About 20 feet in front of me there was a lifted, gold, early 2000 Chevrolet pick up truck on huge tires. Perfect I thought. My heart was racing with excitement as I knew by the stability of the dream that I did not have long. My control is nowhere what it used to be, but nonetheless as I raced towards the truck I used my intent to say when I get to the truck the door will be unlocked and the keys will be in the ignition. And sure enough, they were. I jumped in fast and slammed the door. I stomped on the gas hard and hauled ass burning rubber as I took off. In front of me I could see the skyline of big city, skyscrapers and all. I thought to myself, "wait, why am I driving? I could be flying." I felt a huge grin on my face. I slammed on the breaks hard and launched myself through the windshield head first. I blacked out and felt myself hit the back of my eyelids. I was awake.

    The other night I rode my MOTORCYCLE on empty and ran out of gas. The night before I had barely made it home on empty.
    (Many of my dreams are completely realistic. As in, doing something exactly how I would do it, that needs to be done the next morning when I wake up. I never see clues in these dreams. Never)

    It is 2:35 A.M. and I just awoke from a nap. I have never had a dream like this before. I was lucid, yet, I did not realize I was lucid... It's complicated, because I have always thought that the point of becoming lucid was realizing you were dreaming. In this dream, I did not realize I was dreaming but I was fully in control in my lucid perspective. I was in the WWE. Strange. I don't watch wrestling, but I did watch a John Cena vs Kurt Angle video the other day. Anyways, I think me and Triple H were in a match. Then the Big Show's music came on and he comes walking down the ramp. Some how this turns into Triple H and The Big Show chasing me through the crowd, up to the titan tron, around the speakers and hardware off to the side, under some wooden support beams and bleachers, back into the audience, and back to the ring. Thankfully, they got into it at that point, and I was able to hop back in the ring no harm. This is when I became lucid. I really don't remember saying this is a dream. I wanted to hop on the top rope and try to do a backflip. So I did, and landed on my back. No worries, I tried again and barely saved myself from landing on my neck by catching myself with my hands. The third try I hit the top rope perfect with both feet and went all out, landing the back flip on my knees, but that was good enough for me. Just then Jeff Hardy walks in the ring behind me, and I beat his ass... Wrestling style. It was fun! But, during the match I lost my lucidity. And as I was celebrating my victory. Matt Hardy shows up. He got in my face, but then laughed. He was like, my brother deserved it dude. We high fived and Jeff Came back in the ring to squash the beef. It was all good. The night was over and Matt Went to sign autographs. I waved at him to say "Later." One of them turned into Brett Michaels from LaBare.

    I had one more dream after that, I tried to remember but I waited to long to write this. I AM GOING TO REMEMBER MORE DREAMS FROM NOW ON. I WILL RECORD THEM IN MY DREAM JOURNAL EVERY DAY. I WILL DO REALITY CHECKS EVERY DAY. I WILL HAVE MANY LUCID DREAMS EVERY WEEK.
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    shamrox new dream journal

    by Shamrox on 12-04-2010 at 10:28 PM
    It has been so long since I have had a lucid dream. It is crazy to think I have been practicing for almost three years now. The problem is keeping track of the daily routines in such a hectic life. For the past couple of months I have been trying to recapture my lost ability. I have finally come to the realization that my journal and reality checks were responsible for almost 90% of my lucid dreams and if I want to have them regularly I must pick up the habits once again. Here is where I am at right now. I have remembered several dreams lately, and experienced an intense sleep paralysis the other night. It was the most vivid sleep paralysis I have ever felt. I awoke in a deep rem cycle, rolled over, thought to myself I should try to enter sleep paralysis, and bam I flew into the blackness spinning and twirling! I heard voices all around me, childrens laughter, adult's conversating, screams of pain. Visions began swirling in front of my eyes, and in an instant, a flash of white light erased it all and I was soundly asleep in a non lucid dream. I have had intensly vivid dreams, but none lucid, I have been shocked that I haven't realized I could become lucid in many of them. It is just too much for me to write down. They have been long and vivid. From this point on I will be using this forum everyday as I once did to record my dreams and re earn my lost ability to lucid dream every single night. Last night I had a dream that a rookie was sitting down in front of what is now carter and tim the rookies lockers. He was not good looking and apparantly out of shape. He seemed to have ugly blonde redish curly hair and a matching beard. He had a smart and cocky mouth which he would not stop running. Taylor respectfully tried to calm him down but the douchebag refused to listen. Taylor got that look in his eye, his facial expression went blank. I know what that means, he had crossed that line. Taylor stood up and walked for him, I jumped in the middle and put my hands on his chest. I said " Taylor don't. Please man just let it go." I had saved that rookies life, or at least kept him from going to ICU. And that's it. Bring em on subconcious, I'm ready for you.