Caden

7-31-2012
My goal of controlling the theme of the dream was surprisingly easy. Getting into a feeling that I expect the dreams to come to be in has been so easy even that it is now hard not to do. This has given me a lot of control over the dream world even if I am nowhere near lucid. With new power there are new problems namely what controls the controller. I control the theme of the dream but those feelings I use to control the dreams sometimes come from the night’s influential dreams and not what I wanted. This has given me whole nights of dreams with all the same feel to them; this is actually kind of tiring and boring. I need to work on creating feelings independent of any influences upon me.

Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
D1 Enchanted cottage

I was wandering around an elementary school wondering why I was there and what I was supposed to do. Eventually I got fed up and found the exit. Just before the doors I stood looking around to see if there was anything I could do. I didn't see anything worth doing just kids walking around and administrators directing the kid’s traffic, so I decided to teleport (tp) somewhere. I thought it would be strange for people to see me tp so I walked outside to look for a secluded spot to tp in.
Outside I saw an ornate manhole cover and thought that would be a good spot to tp on. Standing on it though opened up a passage to another dream world, an enchanted forest. Within arm's reach was a large heavy old dark wooden door with ornate patterns similar to the manhole cover but more so. Entering I saw it was like a cottage/club house with 2 young twenty-something women sitting on the floor. I went over to them and saw they were rolling dice and small bones and other things on the circular rug on the floor. I walked onto the rug with them and they were totally accepting of my presence there so I moved some of the clutter away to make room to sit down with them.

Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 over most of dream
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
D2 Phone Call from Subconscious
I'm wandering around another elementary school wondering why I'm there and what I'm supposed to be doing. I look for the exit a lot sooner this time. Outside I think about finding my car but I can't see all of them from the entrance so I fly up to get an overview. Looking down at all the similar looking cars I realise this task is futile and so is my flying here. Slowly I descend. Apparently the school is on beach land and the school is surounded by that pine shrubbery which I then descend into. I feel the hurts of lowwering into this scrub but the pain is not painful. I say "That's one of the perils of flying, landing" as I walk out of the scrub area.
One of the librarian types I saw inside the school is standing there telling me she had something for me to do inside if I was up to it. I said I was and followed her back to the school but just before I got inside I heard a phone ringing. I stopped and checked my pocket and there was a phone unlike my real phone, I was surprised. Pulling it out I realized it was not mine at all but it was still ringing so I opened it. It had tiny instruction card adhered to it and those clear fake display stickers that are on new phones, it was brand new. Curious I said my "hello" into the phone in a unsure high-pitched voice. "Are you a kid?" I heard the unknown caller say and replied with my name but I heard nothing so I spoke again and louder. I did this a few more times till I was yelling into the phone hoping the person on the other side could hear me. By now I had walked behind the woman into the library and went over to her at a table where she was making something with construction papers of different colors.

July 26, 2011

Type: Lucid Dream.
Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
{telepathy in these brackets}

Exteremly long dream but I will stick just to the overview.

I was exploring a a bakery and there were people there from some of my past having a conference. I looked at them and a couple of them saw me and looked over to me. I knew if I went over to them I would be strengthening ties to my past but if I left i was strengthening my ability to start exploring options for a new future. I walked away from them a tiny bit sad and out of the bakery and out into the great big Manhattan like city.

There were a lot of different stores in small shops and some people walking around but not many. I felt really lucid and started practicing a theory the physical movement of the dream body relates to stronger actions like flying. I tried my punch method to fly and found it still was working good from other times I tried it. Oddly I couldn't not get higher than about 1 story up.

I remember thinking how I felt so much like myself!

I derided to look into some of the shops; a candle shop (boring), a ceramics shop (boring), the others looked much the same.

Its time to try exciting stuff! I'm going to fly like a cannonball through the walls of the shops from the outside in!
I did my punch maneuver and took off fast! I flew straight at a red brick wall! CRASH, through! Flew through shop into second wall; CRASH into next shop! CRASH through next wall! All the while merchandise was flying and falling all over. I slowed down and bumped into the last wall a pink wall of a woman's clothing shop.

Going through the walls felt like smashing through walls made of gram crackers or something like it.

I got up on my feet with racks of black blouses scattered all over the floor and walked out feeling a tad shameful for all of the destruction.

I looked back in the shops window and saw the shops saleswoman just standing behind the counter staring off into space like she was in a dream. I thought at her {why don't you notice all this mess?}and she "woke up" out her trance and looked around in shock unsure what she was seeing. Walking past the next store I crashed through the saleswoman was in the same trance but I let her be.

a
4-10-11
This was a really long dream but I will shorten it by glossing over the chaotic parts in the beginning.

I was driving in a car with some people I thought I knew. The car goes onto a ferry boat which disembarks. I run around ship but there is nothing interesting to see. Then a guy jumps overboard to swim but the currents are too strong and he is thrown a strange life preserver, it is like a eyeglass case about 10 feet long. He opens it and there is a bed in it that he gets into but this bed is actually a control for the life raft which has a motor and he steers it back to the boat!
I go down to the water to see him then I see that the ship is way up in the air and they are lowering it down into the water, which will be on top of me. I grab a rope and keep pulling it down to me as the boat comes down so, since the rope connects to the side of the ship, it pulls me to the side as well. The ferry still pushes me under water but I don’t panic and swim the small distance under water to the surface. [I remember having this dream before but I panicked and felt like I was drowning and woke up]

Then I was in a museum like place and there was a woman museum guide who was getting everyone’s attention as she explained the globe she was holding. There were maybe 300 people all milling around this second story balcony, all very busy. I felt partially lucid, I knew it was a dream but was still mentally captured by the dream. I looked at everything taking it all in and thought it should be interesting to hear what the museum guide was going to say. Then a woman burst out of the crowd and ran up to the guide “then what’s this ball, what’s this???” I thought she was talking about the globe the guide was holding but then the mad woman held up a hand sized ball with a little blue cube in it. The guide was flabbergasted and confused at this woman’s nuttiness, “Well,… what’s this?!” I ran up to her and took her ball and ran over to this balcony’s banister and jump up on it and jumped out in to air! I slowly flew in the air and said back to the crazy woman “maybe it’s so you can fly!” insinuating that it gave me superpowers. I looked back to see the crazy woman running after me but since she couldn’t fly so she had to run around through the areas that she could and then down a long staircase to the ground floor which is where I landed. I held it out to her and she snatched it away but then couldn’t fly and felt sad with a big sad face. I felt bad that I had caused her to feel heartbroken even though I had hoped to help.

I went up the stairs and walked in a door and inside it seemed like a hotel hallway, so being omnipotent I whatever I wanted walk in a random door. I feel the presence of the last person in here and even got a flash of her appearance but she is not in here and this confuses me. Then I realized I was just getting her essence not her. I saw her luggage and even her purse. A thought popped up ‘PURSE, MONEY’, “you silly thought this is a nonphysical place and even if it wasn’t I wouldn’t steal her money!”

I go back out into the hallway only to get somewhat bored, ‘they’re all rooms so who cares?’ I go into an elevator shaft cuz I can after I make the doors open and fly down to the next floor. Arriving on the bottom floor the doors open and people are shocked as I walk out with no elevator to support me. I pay them no mind. I go to an area with lines waiting for stuff and see a guy, in his 50’s white with gray hair, who looked like he knew what he was doing and thought that has to be how I I should be. So I decide I will help people. I walk into a door and it opens up to the outdoors onto a disaster area motel where the motel is covered in mud and debris of houses and trees. “How can I help here?” :: I am in a room broken open to the outdoors but across the way to my left I see a room with people moving in it and fly over to it and go in through the sliding glass doors. The people don’t even seem to notice me. There is a boy playing a video game on the TV and guy hurriedly packing rushing back and forth but not noticing me at all. I walk out to the balcony on the other side of the room.

Once outside I see a girl on a rooftop of a pagoda. She is not scared so I think maybe she is like me so I fly over to her and gently land on the old wooden shingled roof, amazed at the detail of it. I see she is a light skinned Afro-American girl with a an 80’s hairstyle and clothes, at about 17 to 19 years old. We exchange pleasantries and she starts to tell me about something having to do with being disappointed by a father figure in her life. I get flashes of pictures of the guy she is talking about as she talks and they are coupled with good feelings so I have to stop thinking he mistreated her somehow. I am feeling her radiation and how friendly and open she is and am amazed at how good this feels, most dreamers are so closed. I try to say “yes” and “um hum” at just the right moments while still enjoying this exchange. She feels better for telling me her story and realizes also that I am not paying attention too much to her story. There is an awkward silence “Hum” she says then starts singing! She sings something from the radio, I think it may have been “In Your Eyes.” I thought she was singing about me but there was no love out of her radiation but instead I could feel she meant it to mean that she is trying to live up standards in her life but not really sure she what he, the male father figure, sees in his eyes. I never had a person in a dream sing to me before and liked it a lot. She stopped abruptly and said, “I have to catch Andy!” and flew off the rooftop! I guessed she thought she needed to catch the Andy Griffith Show.

a
2/18/2011

Mall Hospital

All one long dreaming marathon, I'd conservatively guess at an hour in duration.

Its night and I am flying around over some highways. [I find myself doing this often, I fly following the highway, this often turns into a driving dream.] I see a shipping port off to left and for some reason think that Superman's evil friends are coming into town. Then they are supposed to be in the car I am in. Then I imagine they are shooting lasers out their eyes at the under part of the over pass but I know they aren’t really here at all.

I am exploring in a building. There is no one in there but imagine there is and I am fighting them, almost like how a kid imagines that his action figures are real. I hide behind this and that and throw a flask of exploding oil. I feel that I would have won at this point and leave through the double doors.
I am in a mall like place with a lot of different people, hundreds, of all ages. I walk around and see some places that look like hospital rooms and those hospital desks where the professionals sit and do their work.

This huge mall hospital had a children’s section which I found after much walking. I saw one boy looking up at a hanging mobile. It was a colorful fish I thought. I saw water dripping from it and thought it might be the air conditioner moisture dripping down or the boy has a secret stash of liquid explosives up there dripping because of a leak! I liked the second idea and started looking around for a bomb. Bored, I walked outside after a little walking around looking in potted plants and stuff.

There was a large parking lot out here. I walked onto a grassy median and saw a penny on the ground and being a penny collector I bent to pick it up when I saw 2 more, then 2 more. They were covered in dirt and I could feel the grains of dirt between the pennies and thought I could clean them later. There were some teens boy and girl talking and flirting by their car who were caught off guard by me. I hoped I didn’t look like a dork picking up pennies off the ground.

Dreamy Feelings
Napping

I closed my eyes to rest a bit but did not want to become fooled by the deception of dreaming. Each time I would start to dream I'd catch it and come back to just being in darkness. I came to see that I really liked the feeling of letting go and letting my dreaming entertain me. This became the feeling I was fighting. It would be like being in a really good movie and trying to avoid it dragging you in. After about ten minutes of this I woke up surprisingly refreshed.

I am feeling there is a big entertainment quality to our dreams, that we need to some extent, this may be what is so refreshing about sleeping. It felt like my consciousness was a heavy load that I could put down and rest from. This feeling is in opposition to the euphoria of LDing. Its like saying you can't enjoy the play if you're its director. Still I will find a way to reliably become the regular director on a regular basis. It may just take denial of the seductive pleasures of letting go and letting the dreamy feeling entertain you.