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    * The Sandman's Dream Journal o/***

    Like sands through the hour glass, so are the dreams of our nights.

    1. # 65

      by , 06-14-2013 at 05:59 AM (* The Sandman's Dream Journal o/***)
      • I might have been better rested going to sleep
      • I went to the bathroom and did some very brief cycling.

      I was walking in an enchanted forest or something. I went deeper and deeper. I eventually took a path at a fork in the road. When I turned back, I went the wrong way at the fork. I walked to a lake with blue water, but I thought it was the path, so I ended up walking in the water.

      The water was deep very quickly, and I realized that it was an evil lake. I called it the mucky lake or something like that. The ground was soft and I was very uncomfortable as though I'd disturbed something.

      I turned around and went the other way at the fork. I soon came to a clearing and I was out of the forest. As I walked, I quickly saw several large wooden structures. They were like speakers, but made of wood. They were about 10 feet tall and wide with these huge concave dishes inside.

      I realized I was dreaming, and so I took off in flight. I have been having some reservations about porting through solid objects, so I flew down, ended up flying really fast, and flow right into the wooden structures.

      First one. I was either going to go through it, or hit really hard! I went through. I did this two or three more times until I was in a warehouse. I flew to the ceiling in the warehouse and then came down.

      I ended up walking around and found a bald guy in a room. I was happy to meet him. It was as though we had a special connection. I asked if he was lucid. He said, "Not really." I was thinking, "Why not? I just brought it up, so you should become lucid!"

      I floated around a little, and then came down feeling heavy. I didn't want to come down, so I tried to get tough for some reason. I tightened my muscles, gritted my teeth, and growled, as though that would help me fly better. Then the bald guy did the same thing. Neither of us flew.

      I started to leave and
      lost lucidity.



      I dreamed there was a carton of lice about is big as a large box of BB's. They were crawling around happily. I've never actually seen lice, so I looked at them.

      They were bigger than lice in real life, about quarter inch long. I knew they were bad news, and eventually one was crawling up my arm. Then I noticed there were several on me.

      I started catching them and squishing them. I was terrified they were already in my hair. My fingers became tacky as I squished them.

      Talking lucidity

      I had a gathering at my house out on the patio. I was talking to J. F. about a guy I work with A. He was having a dry spell of lucid's while mine were picking up.

      I lay down on the cement and put my feet up on the little wall when everyone started going inside. I thought everyone was playing some kind of trick on me because it seemed organized, and I didn't know what was going on.
    2. # 63

      by , 06-03-2013 at 05:44 PM (* The Sandman's Dream Journal o/***)
      There was a large gathering of people. My wife was there. I was trying to look at an attractive girl who was nude and rolled backwards putting her legs behind her head. I got a peak at her vag. I wanted to stare at it but I didn't want my wife to get mad.

      Throughout the dream, this same girl had a crush on me, and I certainly liked her. She had long, wavy dark hair. I tried to sit by her the whole dream.

      I ended up in a large circle with a hundred people I guess. We were all looking at a wallet and some change on the floor. The wallet represented business, and we were discussing the negative effects of business, or of business on society, and how if someone picked up the wallet, those effects would come to fruition.

      The crowd then started walking/floating around the wallet, and I closed in and grabbed the wallet and the change. I gave a "gold" dollar coin to the guy next to me since I got the wallet, just to be nice.

      I then started dreaming of Breaking Bad when the guy got some kind of mercury and blew up Tuco's office.

      I thought what I had thought the night before while watching a marathon of the show, that he should have thrown that stuff around and blown up more stuff.

      I was dreaming him walking down the stairs, but then it was me. Once outside, I still had the mercury in my hands, and thought, I'm dreaming! I decided to fly to get away instead of blowing stuff up. I jumped up and started flying. I was on a hill and saw trees very clearly, but as I started waking up, I got heavy. I started coming down and woke up.

      * A couple nights ago I went to a party. At this part I talked to a girl about lucid dreaming. She was very receptive to the information for different reasons. This was a possible reason for tonight's short lucid.

      * I woke up to use the restroom last night. When I went back to bed I decided to SSILD cycle for the first time in a long time. This may have spurred my short lucid.

      My great start to 2013 I feel was due to logging so many dreams and learning SSILD. I have recently stopped logging regular dreams and have not been cycling. It's time to start cycling regularly, and I may need to start logging my dreams again.
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    3. Alien Slave and Lucid Flying

      by , 03-20-2011 at 01:46 PM (* The Sandman's Dream Journal o/***)
      Note: Yesterday I met my brother and his wife and their 1 1/2 year old son at Stone Mountain. I asked both about their LDing. I later went to a friends house and we went back and climbed Stone Mountain to see the "super moon" last night. It was full and really close to Earth last night. I see that as three stimuli that could have helped me go lucid just now.

      I was a slave along with hundreds of other people, to aliens (I never saw). We had built a huge wooden tower and were now painting it. The paint was unnecessarily thick and difficult to use.

      I was working with a group that I really liked including a girl that I liked. We somehow broke away from everyone and made for a grassy knoll. There were some rocks (like man-placed stones we saw at Stone Mountain). I threw some into some trees that lay just beyond the path of rocks. I was trying to hit the trees. Someone else started to do the same. We encouraged him to hit what he could.

      Then I lay down to go to sleep on the hill. I woke up and everyone was gone. I realized I was under a spell that made it really hard to wake up and move. I decided I better catch up with my friends and get back to work otherwise I may sleep forever, or the aliens could get mad that I left and was sleeping.

      I forced myself to get up; I was so-o-o-o tired. I worked my way up the hill and towards the top, very tired, I forced myself to run up so there would be no lying back down.

      I found the tower and started looking for my friends. I really needed to find my group and pretend as though I had been working on it the whole time.

      I worked with them, but then went to a hire point on the tower. I saw myself in a mirror, though I didn't see the mirror. I was wearing a black knit cap and looked like I had had a really rough day.

      I then found the girl that I liked. She could see that I was feeling rough, but I knew that everyone felt rough from working so hard. I felt guilty for trying to gain her sympathy, but I thought it would make her like me.

      I took my black cap off and put on a blue one and I felt much better.
      Soon I realized I better get back to work again. I am back on the tower looking for my friends. They are the group at the top painting. The paint was as thick as the Nutella we ate at the mountain last night, and it was the same color. (You think I carried the Nutella into my dream?)

      I was working around this guy with a bicycle at the top of the tower. I was trying to get to painting. Then someone had to go to the bathroom. I did too, so I went with him. The bathrooms were like something cattle would use. There were these super-long gates to the stalls. It is hard to explain, but I realized it was too weird and that I was dreaming.

      I was a little afraid that if I defected and my job was real, the aliens would be mad, but I didn't think much about it. I sat down in defiance and was lucid.

      I looked at my righth hand. I had written on it with a red pen. I tried really hard to focus on the numbers and make sense of them. There was a long division symbol with the numbers and the word "look!" It didn't mean anything, so I looked up in the sky to see the stars thinking about a recent dream where I did that and saw stars. I saw them again.

      I decided to try my personal task which was to revisit an old nightmare. I stated the address of the house where I had the nightmare. Then I tried to make a ring of ashes appear. I couldn't do it. I tried to make them red hot even though I couldn't make them appear. I saw a place get red hot, but I couldn't sustain it. The next step would have been to have a demon appear in the red-hot ring of ashes.

      I got frustrated that I couldn't make my nightmare begin. I tried to make fireballs shoot from my hand, or to just appear in my hand. No luck, so I started to fly. It was fun but I couldn't enjoy it. I wanted to enter my nightmare, so it was totally disappointing.

      I was flying around my old stomping ground and thought of someones idea discussed in the Lucid Dream Game Idea thread--super-speed. I tried it. It kind of worked and kind of didn't, so I just started flying around.

      There were some bicyclists. The were amazed that I was flying. Someone asked who I was. I gave them the wrong name and then someone called my by my complete real name. I asked how they knew and they said people knew me and were calling out to me.

      I flew through a restaurant. It was really cramped. I made my way out the back and then I woke up.

      Note: Next time I LD, I plan on trying to find my old house. I think I may have better luck if I try to reproduce my nightmare in the proper location. I don't know why I didn't try to fly to my old house. I guess I just didn't think of it.

      Updated 05-20-2011 at 01:24 PM by 41873 (I remembered trying to shoot fireballs from my hands.)

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