Twoshadows

I had a short--but interesting-- lucid dream this morning.

I had done an unintentional Wake Back to Bed--meaning that I woke up at 2:45 and couldn't get back to sleep. I decided to use this to try for a lucid dream. I took me a while, but I finally drifted back to sleep, my mind thinking about lucid dreaming.

I remember being on a train, which seemed more like a roller coaster, as it winded up and down through a beautiful city. In the front of the Train I saw Tom DeLonge standing and entertaining the people around him. I don't remember what he was doing exactly, but people were laughing and enjoying it. I was envious that I wasn't closer. Finally the train stopped. I wanted to go on it again, but I was with a group of people that didn't want to. I reluctantly walked away.

The next thing I know is that I'm on this mountain. It was full of streams and waterfalls. It was pretty much like another amusement park ride. I was with my friend Sherri and were were slipping down these channels of water. We were having a good time. At one point I saw this area that I wanted to get to, but it was too high. I had somehow seen it from another angle and it was a beautiful blue pool. After more slipping and sliding, I again saw the area that had the blue pool. We were somehow above it now, but the only way in was to drop about 20 feet down a waterfall. We knew we couldn't do that so we turned around and came the way we went. We were shocked to find that that way also dropped steeply into a tall waterfall.

As we came to the edge, I grabbed a large rock that was jutting out. I caught us right before we would have plummeted below. I saw that the water below us was quite shallow, and that it would have injured us if we had fallen in that rocky shallow pool. As I clung to the rocks I wondered what I was supposed to do now. I couldn't go down, but there was no way to pull both of us upward at this point.

Before I got too panicked, I suddenly thought I might be dreaming. In that instant I knew that was true. I told Sherri that we were dreaming, and that I was going to let go, and we could fly.

I grabbed her around the waist just in case she couldn't fly. Even though this was a dream I wanted to take care of my friend. As I let go I started to fly up into the air, but then the weight of my friend started pulling me down. We gently fell back into the shallow pool below. I stood up. I told Sherri that she could fly if she wanted to. I started flying again.

I flew back to the top of the waterfall. I knew that if I followed the water back I would end up in that beautiful blue pool. I was really drawn to that area. I had to see it up close. I realized Sherri wasn't following me, but decided that it didn't matter.

I flew up and over the ridge and down the stream to where the blue pool was. I looked at it, soaking in its beauty. I then noticed in the water there looked to be a body. I had to pull it out. I dove down and grabbed it. The body was in an open box that reminded me of a coffin. I pulled both the body and the box out. I propped them up against a large rock.

Now that we were back out of the water I looked closer at the body. To my surprise, I saw that it was Tom DeLonge. His body lay, still, in the box. He was wearing a dark blue t-shirt with faded white writing on it and dark colored pants, and his brown hair was dripping down on his white face.

How could this be? Tom couldn't be dead. But I reminded myself that this was a dream. I could bring him back to life.

I looked at his face again and concentrated. After a moment, I heard him suck in a breath of air. I felt a wave a relief. Then his eyes started to flutter open. He looked dazed for a minute, then focused on me. I waited.

Then, to my surprise, his arms reached out and grabbed me and pulled me against him. He pulled my face close and I felt his lips on mine as he started to kiss me. I couldn't help but kiss him back.

I briefly thought about breaking away from the kiss, so I could create my halo. I also thought that maybe Tom would like to see his halo as well. But, like how it is with most dream kisses, I was drifting into a deep bliss. I knew there was no way to stop it. All thoughts of doing anything else vanished, and I completely gave in to the kiss.

Well I was awake in the night and decided to try to WILD. I laid there and counted and told myself I would lucid dream. I got to the point where you start getting the little snippets of dream voices. I had been thinking about Tom DeLonge's interview before I started the WILD, so at some point at the latter end of my counting when I am feeling like I am transitioning I start hearing Tom's voice. I can't understand what he is saying. He was just chattering along as if to someone in the next room. I have the brief thought that his voice was like the chattering he told about in his interview. The other thought was "Cool, maybe this means Tom will be here when I fully enter my lucid dream."

I also remember seeing little ripples of light move across my vision from left to right like little waves lapping the shore.

But, unfortunately, that was the end. I didn't stay conscious enough to enter my dream in a lucid state. And I faded away to non-lucid dreams.

But it wasn't a complete waste of time. It had been a while since I had attempted to WILD, and I can say that I successfully made it to the hypnogogia stage. I really need to do this more often.



Quote from Tom's interview:

I woke up right around three a.m. My whole body felt like it had static electricity, and I open my eyes and the fire is still going, and there's a conversation going on outside the tent. It sounded like there were about 20 people there, talking. And instantly my mind goes, OK, they're at our campsite, they're not here to hurt us, they're talking about shit, but I can't make out what they're saying. But they're working on something. Then I close my eyes and wake up, and the fire is out and I have about three hours of lost time.


I get everyone up first thing in the morning and go, "Did anybody hear all the chatter last night? I couldn't move my body, I was stuck there. I couldn't hear anything." And one of the guys I was with goes, "Yes! They were all around our tent, they were talking. I told you!" And the other guy slept right through it. He had no idea what we were talking about. [laughs] It sounded like English, but you couldn't make out any words. You knew you weren't threatened, you couldn't move your body, but you were very aware of the conversation going on for a period of time.


PAPERMAG: Blink-182 Co-Founder Tom DeLonge Goes Deep on UFOs, Government Coverups and Why Aliens are Bigger than Jesus

This dream is from a couple of weeks ago. I have been writing down dreams on paper, but not getting them online.




Last night's dream is a good example of how my brain attempted to hand lucidity to me on a golden platter, yet I ignored it every time. I completely missed each and every dream sign.

So here is the dream.

I was sitting in a Japanese restaurant. I suddenly look up and see Tom DeLonge walk in with a couple of other guys. They go to the front and sit at the bar. This alone is a dream sign, since I have met Tom many times in dreams but not in real life. But instead of questioning my reality my mind starts thinking of ways I can go talk to Tom without coming across like an overly enthusiastic fan. I can't come up with anything. But I do notice the restroom was just beyond where he is sitting. So I get up and head to the bathroom hoping that something will happen. But I pass Tom, and there is no eye contact, and I didn't want to just tap him on his shoulder.

Once in the restroom I look in the mirror. To my horror, I see that I hadn't freshened up since my workout. My hair is still sweaty and I have no make up. Furthermore, there is some weird white powder all over my face and hair. This was a double dream sign. I often have strange reflections in dream mirrors. And I also often find myself looking terrible in dreams right when I want to meet someone on whom I want to make a good impression. But again, I miss it completely and just think about how thankful I was that I didn't get Tom's attention. I take a few minutes trying to look better, then go out and again pass Tom uneventfully.

Before anything else can happen, Tom and his friends leave. I also head out the back door and try to think of a way to meet them outside. I see a truck slowly passing with him in it. Since this is my last chance I decide to be bold and step out to the truck. It stops, and I look inside. The driver is a guy. Tom is seated next to him, and there are two girls on the other side of Tom. I said something like "So sorry to bother you guys, but I just wanted to say hi and shake hands with Tom. And I reach my hand in the truck. Tom is looking down and is motionless. But one of the girls grabs my hand and start to lick it. She says, "Mmmm...it's salty," Instead of thinking that this was too strange for reality, I just think, "Well, yeah, I was just working out. I guess it's sweaty." Then the other girl grabs my hand and licks it too. All the while Tom is sitting there seemingly passed out. And finally the dreams ends. And I missed all the chances I had to become lucid with Tom right there in front of me.

I will catch up with a couple of dreams that I have had recently that have stood out to me.

I notice that I have certain people that I dream about regularly. Two of the people that I dream about are Tom DeLonge and Jillian Michaels. It seems like once I dream about certain people it's like they have permission to keep showing up again and again. Seems to be a pattern.

Jillian:



I was in some sort of a game show. The questions were all about athletes. I was starting to panic since I felt I knew nothing about the types of questions they were asking. My turn was going to come up soon. Suddenly Jillian came to me and told me she was give me a hint. She handed me a little jacket of hers. All over the front of the jacket were pieces of jewelry pinned on it. She told me that my question would be what was her favorite piece of jewelry on that jacket. Then she walked away. I was grateful for the help, but as I looked at the jacket I realized that I was in just as bad of a predicament as I was before her "help". How was I supposed to know what her favorite was?

But then I looked closer. I saw a tiny carved wooden dolphin. I suddenly recognized it as something that I had carved and had given her. I suddenly was so grateful. Not only did I know the answer, but I felt so flattered that my dolphin was so special to her.

Tom:



I don't remember a lot of details except that Tom was hanging out at my house. He was going to go with me to visit my grandma in the rest home. I thought that was so cool of him to do. He also told me he had a bunch of clothes that he was giving me.

I just got back from our annual house boating/kayaking/camping trip on Lake Powell. I had really wanted a lucid dream while I was out, but we played really hard, and I slept very hard. We were up by 4:30 every morning, which also doesn't help in having LDs since most of my LDs occur after that time when I have a chance to sleep in a bit. I had a few dream fragments. One was about one of my friends from the trip. Two were about Tom DeLonge (apparently I can't get him out of my head). I'm pretty sure others dreams involved kayaking or hiking, but I didn't write any of them down, so they have pretty much all faded.

Now that I'm back I have got to work at doing the Task of the Month.

Dream 3:

I was going to go on a hike with Tom and Jennifer DeLonge. I went to their house to pick them up. When I got there I realized that I had never been there before. I came into their entry and was in awe as I saw they had a giant sloth skeleton set up. It was the coolest thing I had ever seen in anyone's house before. As Tom, Jennifer and I started our walk, all I could do was to talk about the skeleton and how cool it was and how I wanted one in my house now.

"Oh no, it happened again.
He's cool, he's hot, he's my friend er...PE Teacher"

It was the first day of school. I wasn't looking forward to my PE class. I walked into the gym and joined the group of kids that were in the same class as me. The teacher walked in...and what a surprise to see that it was Tom DeLonge. I instantly decided that PE wasn't going to be as bad as I had originally thought. He was wearing a golden yellow T-shirt and long black shorts.

He told us the first thing that he would be doing would be to teach us a bunch of short exercises that we would need to do everyday. He told us to take notes. He demonstrated each exercise, then we would do it, then we would write it down on our papers. I remember one particular exercise I had trouble getting right. It was called something like Jump Back. We were supposed to jump backwards into a squating position and from there jump up into the air. For some reason I kept trying to go down into a push-up before the jump. I had to repeat this several times to get it right. I hoped Tom wasn't watching me mess up, but part of me was hoping he'd notice how good I was as push-ups.

Finally he told us to turn in our papers. He said he hoped we had taken good notes, and that he expected at least 3 pages worth of notes from each of us. I looked at my paper. I had filled only half a page. I had no idea that we were supposed to be turning this in. I had thought it was for personal reference only. My writing was a mess. I had two places I had scribbled out whole lines of writing. I hadn't really written much besides the name of the exercise and a few stick figures to remind me of the few exercises I wasn't familiar with.

I decided to go talk to Tom. He was with a group fo people, but I worked my way in and stood by him until he acknowledged me. I held my paper to him and told him that I hadn't known that we were supposed to be turning these in. He looked at my paper. I told him that I knew most of these exercises already so I didn't write much down. He knodded as if that made perfect sense. And he smiled at the stick figures that I had drawn. I asked if it would be better to turn it it now as it was or if I should take it home and write it up much better. He told me that it would be fine to take it home and do what I felt I needed to do to it. He then smiled at me, and I could tell that he was glad that I was in his class. It made me happy.

I am almost too embarrassed to write up this dream. I am way too old to be having celebrity crush dreams. But here it is.

I was with a small group of people in a room where Blink 182 was having some sort of party. Tom, Mark and Travis had been getting ready to do some sort of very immature crude prank. I hoped that my presence in the room would cause them to reconsider.

I saw that Mario was also there. He talked to me for a minute and told me that he was going to leave. Something had happened that upset him.

I then looked over at Tom. He had a big burger and was about to eat it. But first he asked this teenaged girl to come over. He pulled off an onion and asked if she wanted it. She gladly said yes and took it and started eating it. I could see her eyes water and knew that it must be a very strong onion. Yet she continued to eat it. How pathetic, I thought. It was obvious that the onion tasted horrible, yet the girl would eat it anyway because Tom DeLonge gave it to her. So sad.

Then Tom looked over at me. He asked if I wanted to eat the (he named a vegetable that I didn't recognize) off his burger. Sure okay, I said. But instead of handing it to me. He took a small bite of his burger, getting the vegetable in his mouth then stuck out his tongue with the vegetable on it and gestured me to take it. I moved close to take it. My lips came in contact with his as I took the vegetable from him. I was reluctant to pull away. I started to, then at the last minute went in and gave him a full kiss. It felt so nice. I then pulled back and ate the vegetable. I still couldn't tell what it was. But I ate it anyway.

I then told him that I wished my camera wasn't broken because I would have taken a picture of the burger and put it on his forum. He looked questioning at me. I then told him that I was actually a member of his Angels and Airwaves forum, and that he had actually talked to me a number of times. I started to tell him what my user name was, but suddenly couldn't remember. "I think it's Twoshadows" I finally said. But he gave me a blank look like he didn't recognize it. "Although, maybe I use my real name on that forum. But anyway, I'll mention the burger tomorrow on the forum so you know who I am now." He said that he would look for it.

Somehow the subject of where he lived came up. He looked at me like I may have been spying on him. But I quickly said "I actually have no idea where you live--only that you have mentioned the San Diego area. He then said, "Yeah, I live in a house that's bigger than....(he paused)....a house. " We both laughed. Then he told me how crazy the construction has been. I said, "I know. I have see the pictures." He then told me how there were these chairs in this one room that his in-laws always used, and how at first he was worried about the chairs being taken out." But then he laughed and told me that after a while the whole room was gone along with the chairs.

And that's all I remember of this dream.

I was working outside with a few people. I think we were picking tomatoes or something. We were spead out a little but close enough to hear each other talk. I was telling this girl about lucid dreaming and how great it was and all the amazing things I had been able to do.

Then I hear someone say something like, "That's cool." And I turn and see that Tom DeLonge is one of the people there. And I said something back like, "Yeah, it's really cool. Do you want me to tell you more about it? But wait--I'm sure you know all about lucid dreaming, don't you--because of all your interest in dreaming."

And he smiled and said, "Well, no...not lucid dreaming."

And I said, "Oh, wow, then you've got to learn. I can teach you."

And that's all I remember.

And when I woke up I kicked myself for not becoming lucid. But I made up for it by going back to sleep and having a lucid dream.

Fun little dream:

I was with Tom DeLonge. It was like we were kids, except we looked like adults (at least he did. I didn't see myself) We were on a playground playing hopscotch, and talking and laughing. I thought I was going to remember all the things we talked about, but I no longer do. But I do remember we made up this little handshake/greeting where we knocked our fists together in a couple of ways, then our elbows, then our booties. And we thought it was so funny.

I woke up feeling happy and carefree, like a kid who had a good day.

I haven't been recording my dreams lately. I need to do better. I thought this one from last night was interesting.


Tom DeLonge and his wife Jennifer were sitting with me in what was supposed to be my family room. I pulled out a box that I had had for a long time. It was full of pictures and letters that Tom had written at an earlier time in his life. I told him that I had kept it, but that I had never opened it and looked at anything. He seemed very interested to see what was inside. He started reading old letters and would comment or laugh from time to time. As he read he sorted them in piles. He finally pushed a pile toward me and told me that I could read the things in that pile. I looked forward to reading them. I wondered what was in the other pile. I was knew it must be the more personal/private things. I was suddenly glad that this box had been at my house and not in the hands of someone who wouldn't have respected his privacy, who would have read the letters--or worse-- posted them online.

I wanted to ask Tom some questions, but as I looked at him I saw that he was looking through a magazine. I looked at his wife. She was just sitting quietly on the floor. I decided to go sit by her. I plopped down next to her and said something like, "Hi Jennifer. I don't really know much about you. Tell me about yourself."

And she started talking to me. She told me that life had been good but that 6 (I think) years ago everything changed when her dad was diagnosed with cancer. And she started telling me about the hell her family gone through with that.

I then told her that my life had changed (and then I couldn't remember how long it had been since my sister had gotten cancer. I thought and thought, but finally said "several years ago") I told her how my sister had died and how much I missed her.


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I know that this last part of the dream was inspired by my recent kayaking trip. I was with a group of ladies--some of which I knew and a few that I didn't. And I had done pretty much exactly what I did in the dream. I found a quiet time when we weren't kayaking to ask them to tell me about themselves so I could get to know them better.

The interesting thing is I found that Cancer had touched almost all our lives. Three (of seven) were cancer survivers. Two had husbands that had had cancer. And two of us had lost sisters to cancer. The only one who hadn't had cancer (or at least didn't mention it) had recently gone through an ugly divorce. It made me realize how many tragedies this group had overcome.

Older LD from 9-27-10

I did an unplanned WBTB. I had trouble going back to sleep. Two hours later of telling myself that I was going to lucid dream, I was suddenly in a dream. I remember nothing of the transition. Only the "oh, cool. I'm in a dream now."



This wasn't my best LD. I didn't seem to be as "aware" as I was in my previous LD. And when I awoke I did the "oh crap--how am I going to remember everything I just did?" thing. But I backtracked the best I could and came up with this:



Lucid Dream:



As soon as I realized that I was dreaming I started to fly. I was outside in the desert. I landed next to a car and looked at my reflection. I could see myself and I could see a person standing behind me. It was Tom from AVA. For a short time I watched him, and he watched me. I had this feeling that if I turned around to see him, he would be gone. It was a bad thing to think, because I was right....and he was gone.



I decided to go look for a full sized mirror next because my current goal was to make a Mirror Portal and go to the moon.

I flew just a short ways and saw a clothing store. I knew that there would be lots of mirrors inside. I went in and ran at the first mirror I saw. I hit the glass and fell back into the store. Determined I ran at it again...but hit the glass. I knew I just had to believe and I would be able to go through it. But time after time after time I kept hitting the mirror.



Finally a store clerk came up to me. She told me that I needed to leave the store. I ran at the mirror again. I wanted to show this lady that I knew what I was doing. But I bounced off the mirror again. I was starting to get frustarated. The lady threatened to get the police if I didn't leave.



I ran at the mirror again and bounced off. I finally decided that this wasn't working and that I needed another plan. I tried to leave the store, but the lady had barricaded the doors. I guess she had called the police about this crazy person that kept runing into her mirrors. Maybe I don't blame her.



I was able to fly over the stuff she had put in front of the doors. We were both suddenly outside the store, but now in this small corridor that seemed to have no way out.



I looked at the walls of the corridor. They were all mirrored. I looked at my reflection again. This time I was Tom. I looked carefully at my eyes and my hair. I squinted a bit and changed my expression fascinated by this unexpected transformation. I reached up and ran my fingers through my short hair.





Then the dream shfts. I am outside trying to fly. I am having all sorts of difficulty getting any elevation at all. I'm frustrated bacause flying is my specialty in dreams. I shouldn't have trouble with this.



There are these teen aged boys that keep trying to grab my legs. I try to fly out of their reach but can never quite do so.



Finally I picture rockets on my feet. I seem to go somewhere. I am now in a canyon with this huge arch in front of me. It looks a bit like Birthday Arch that I have hiked to and climbed on. I fly through the arch and touch my fingers along the rock as I go by. That is very satisfying. I fly to the cliff above the arch and jump down to the arch. I remember being really nervous in real life about climbing to this point. And I feel slightly nervous again. But then I tell myself that I can fly if I fall. So I jump down and run across the arch then fly off the other side.


I must have started to lose lucidity around here becasue I remember landing by the arch and talking to Kyle about fossils. And I know I wasn't lucid by the end.





My Reflection:





Mirror Portal Fail:



The Arch (me at the top):

I just had one of those dreams where I am talking to someone about lucid dreaming and I don't get lucid. Neverthe less it was a nice dream.

Dream:

Jeff and I were going to see Angels and Airwaves play. The show was at the college we used to go to. To get to the room where the show was we had to climb this really tall weird staircase. The stairs weren't flat but round and wavy with large distances between "stairs". I was struggling near the top. I was worrying that I was going to fall backwards, but Jeff and Danny R were where giving me a hand.

We got the the room where AVA were playing. It was like a large college classroom. We sat in metal chairs. Unfortunately we were near the back. But then they started playing and it was great. After about a half hour of playing Tom Delonge stopped and started talking to the audience. Then he started shaking hands were people. He got to our row and shook hands with both Jeff and I. He started talking to Jeff. What he said wasn't making sense. After that he said they were taking a break and would be back to finish the show in about 15 minutes. I asked Jeff if he thought Tom was drunk. Jeff shrugged.

Jeff told me he wanted to wander the campus until we found the trophy that our band had won many years ago. So we did. We finally found the room where the trophies were and it was cool to see the trophy again.

Then I had this sudden fear that way more than 15 minutes had passed. I started running back to the stairs to the room. At first I didn't want to climb the stairs again. I thought it would be faster to take the elevator. But suddenly I saw Tom Delonge about to go up the stairs. I was so glad that the show hadn't started again. I caught up to Tom and decided to ask him the first question that popped into my head. I said, 'I've got a quick question for you...are you a lucid dreamer?"

He smiled and said, Yeah...well, no...not actually lucid dreaming....just vivid dreaming."

I said, "You are always singing about dreaming...in all your songs. If you don't lucid dream now, you have to learn. I learned a few years ago and it changed my life. I can't even imagine the songs you would sing if you could lucid dream." And he sounded interested and agreed with me. Then he started talking to me about how he also planned to write a song about the Bentley Project. I wasn't sure what that was, but decided that I would look it up later. I assumed it had something to do with UFOs or the paranormal.

As were were talking and climbing the stairs I saw that someone in front of me had dropped a cell phone. I picked it up. It was cool looking...clear and glowing. I carried it with me planning to ask the people at the show if they had dropped it.

Then finally we were to the top of the stairs and Tom headed to the front of the room to start the show again. I called out to him, "If you need help with lucid dreaming, get on Dreamviews. I'm Twoshadows."

And then AVA stated playing again.

Dream:

I walked into Tom Delonge's bedroom. He was sitting at his bed looking in what looked like a shoebox. I got closer and saw that he was counting money. He had bills and also gold and silver coins. I somehow knew that this was about 8 million dollars worth of money. I also knew that he liked to keep this hidden in his house as a backup in case the economy collapsed and he lost everything in the bank. He looked at me and told me not to tell.

(It doesn't count if it's just a dream, right.)

I had one of those dreams where lucid dreaming was on my mind, but not enough to actually make me go lucid. Rrrrr. But as much as I get frustrated at myself for completely missing the obvious, I have to at least be happy that the idea of lucid dreaming made it into the dream. The more that happens the more I will have lucid dreams.

Dream 1:

I was on The Biggest Loser show (I think this is because I have been traveling and eating bad and I have been telling myself that as soon as I get home I need to eat really healthy). I started making friends with this Korean guy that was also a contestant. At one point we were in this big room and I started flying and floating up toward the ceiling. The Korean guy started floating too.

I said, "Wow--you must be a lucid dreamer too!" And he nods his head.

Then I started telling him about all the things that I can do in a lucid dream. I told him about the tornado that I did in my last LD. I pointed to the ground and said, "If this were my LD I would make a tornado from on that very spot." And I made this little brown spot appear on the floor. I even half -heartedly tried to make a tornado, but nothing appeared.

I also remember asking him if he did WBTBs, which I think he said that he did occasionally.

Then I floated all the way to the top and rested on the ceiling (like I like to do in dreams--lucid or not).


Dream 2:

I was watching TV. I saw that Blink182 was about to come on. They were playing live for some TV show. I saw that they were dressed like the Beatles. They started singing. It was an interesting song that I had never heard that was a good cross between a Blink song and Beatles song. I liked it. Then Tom and Mark turned around and I could see that their pants had the back cut out, and I could see their butts. I remember thinking, "Oh brother, do they always have to do something dumb like that?"