Dark_Merlin's Dream Journal

05.10.2011

Successful WILD! Trick or Treat and Questions About My Dream Guide (WILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I wake up at 8:24, from a dream about meeting a girl. I spend about 10 minutes writing it down, and lay on my front just to sit and think about the dream for a while. All of a sudden - BAM - I'm hit with a massive wave of vibrations. I of course, decided to go with it - and I decided to try using an AP exit technique. I stayed still, allowing the vibrations to deepen, and started visualising pulling up on a rope, and pulling myself out of my body. The vibrations intensified, and the lowered briefly. I kept going with the visualisation until I really felt myself start to slip out. Infront of my eyes, a hallucination started.

I saw a CRT computer monitor, perfectly square, with a bunch of symbols on the screen, one was a clown face, then others just squares, spheres, a pyramid. I began to feel the vibrations lower, and the hallucination solidified properly. I asked it - "Who is my dreamguide?" A picture of my cat appeared on the screen. I asked again "Who is my dreamguide?" A picture of the music teacher from the Simpons appeared, an older man with grey hair around the sides. It is possible that I asked again - but I can not remember correctly if I received a reply.

I decided here to take a chance - I wasn't sure how deep in the dream I was, and I didn't know if I would wake if I tried to move. I threw off my covers and stood up. I could feel my body but I couldn't see - am I awake? My eye mask fell down on my face, and I shifted it, and took it off - my bedroom appeared before me. It was night, I stood in the middle of my room, I looked in the mirror - whoa I look weird, I must be in the dream. I tried to count my fingers but it wasn't working - screw it. I plugged my nose and breathed in and out, I forgot how much fun this was! I used body awareness to stabilise further - centering myself into the dream.

Oh! The Task of the Month! I faced my bedroom door, "Trick or Treat!" I said, and opened the door. It was just my family room - nothing abnormal and nothing to receive. Damn. I walked up the hallway to my parent's room. "TRICK OR TREAT!" - I reached out and went to slide the door open, and it flew off as though I had kicked it down - awesome! Inside, they are both asleep. Dad rolls over and turns on a lamp next to his bed, and I notice that as the lights come on it becomes day - that saved a bit of effort.

I walk over and stand next to my mum's side of the bed, Dad rolls over and searches next to his bed. I look at my hands - I needed to shape shift aswell, one of the gods? Zeus. I try and make a large lightning bolt in my hand, but get a blue glow and a few sparks. I don't even know how to shapeshift! I'll just do it later.

"So who IS my dreamguide?" I ask
Mum starts talking about something strange - about how when someone is sick, there is an association people make with them within society. She's rummaging through a small box, and I see a pillow with an apple sticker with "Sick - Sam" written on it - probably from my cousin being sick here sometime. Is that what she's talking about? I still don't understand. I end up holding my luggage bag - what dad was searching for over the edge of his bed - my trick or treat gift. I use the texture of the leather on the handle to stabilise while I talk. I didn't look in the bag.
"Who is my dreamguide?" I ask again.
"Well, you've been told.. me, cats," my Dad replies
"Yeah, uh.."
"Old Man Fudd" - a reference to the Simpsons music teacher - that's not his name.
"And who else, I can't remember! I can't remember!"

The dream instantly dissapears as I wake up drawing a sharp gasp.

The messages in this dream were quite confusing. I'm not sure what to think of it. I've always thought of my cats as highly spiritual beings, but I've never thought of them as helping me with my dreaming. My father isn't my dreamguide, but has led me spiritually throughout my life.

The music teacher, with greying hair is interesting though. In the last lucid before this, I became lucid after an older man, in a police car yelled out to me 'Isn't this weird, Alex?!' When I think back through my dreams, I can note significance of an older man. He was there when I questioned my dad if I could learn to fly, he was there when I landed from my first power slide, he was there when I met Alex for the second time. I feel that he could play a significant role in my dreams, though I haven't spoken to him more than once. I will continue to find my dream guide, speak to Alex again and find out more about this old man.

The House Party (MILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

My family had a lot of people over, mostly relatives but I didn't recognise anyone. They were mostly old, there were women with greying hair who looked frail, and a couple of old men. We sat in the loungeroom and watched some sort of movie, with lots of food on the coffee table. I don't think I was very interested in the movie.

There was one man there I recognised - who looked like an older version of one of my ex's dads. I walked up to him and shook his hand, telling him I'd never mis-recognise someone from their family. There were two small dogs who I played with throughout the dream. I recall there being small clumps of dog hair under the coffee table, and we were suspicious that they had been fighting with the cats. I went and got one of the dogs from out in the family room, picked him up and bought him out into the family room. He was noticably scared of Kitty & Merlin.

It was time for everyone to leave, and they all left out the front door, and as I was left alone in the loungeroom, the dream fades to darkness.
I wake up in the loungeroom, alone. It's night, pitch black outside with lots of stars in the sky. The light is on in the loungeroom. Something seemed odd to me - but nothing in particular, I counted my fingers. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7 wait - my fingers are branching off one another. I went to recount and my fingers just kept on generating and branching. Cool! I did a nose RC just incase - wow, I'm dreaming!"

I felt as though I was in a hurry, quickly I decided to try and teleport - imagining myself standing in the hallway. I was trying to do it too fast, and not trying properly and so I failed. I started looking for Dad again for some reason. I tried to summon him, I think and it failed. I then saw the reflection of him standing up wearing his cap out in the hallway from the window. I went to check and he wasn't there.

I realised how fast I was going and slowed down, stabilised. I grabbed the wall and touched it, looking around the room. The old TV cabinet was in the front window, and was also in the bar area where it used to be - cool. I wanted to use my sense of taste - and so I flick-summoned an apple into my hand. At first I couldn't feel it, but as I raised my hand up to my mouth I decided on a slice of apple instead of the whole thing. I took a bite, it was sweet and delicious, and made a satisfying crunch. I intensified the sweetness using my mind.

My eyes started to feel tired, and I noticed they had sleep in them. I noted that I had better not shut my eyes too much or I ran the risk of waking up. I simply scratched at the sleep with my fingernails, but at one point did shut my eyes. As I opened them, my eyelids opened in real life, and I was fully awake. Oops.

I was in my house, in my room getting changed. I put on some underwear, and then started to pull up a pair of shorts when I thought.
"Wait a second - I never grabbed these shorts off my chair!"

I RC'd, and sure enough, I was dreaming! It was sometime around mid-day, there was bright sunlight coming in the window, but I had my blinds shut and the light on in my room. I looked up and saw the mirror, remembering one of my goals to look in a mirror and try and see detail in myself. I looked into the mirror, it didn't reflect the room, instead it was a blackness with two of my reflection in it. One of me was normal, and the other.. darker somehow. It was too hard to focus and get detail out of the mirror, and I didn't want to focus too hard so I continued out of my room.

I went into the kitchen, it didn't look how it normally did. There was no 'kitchen' items in here, it was just a room with a bench to eat on. I continued out into the lounge room, oh here's the kitchen in this house! It was beautiful, the walls were painted a modern white with blue accents all around. A fresh breeze blew in through the front windows, which now overlooked the ocean. Awesome!

My mum and dad walked out of the office together and started talking to me. I ignored them, knowing they were trying to put me back onto the dream plot, but then decided 'heck, perhaps I can shake this DC hard enough to draw my dad into this dream bubble.' I grabbed my dad by the shoulders, looked him straight in the eyes and said
"Dad, where are you?" He looked blank.
"What are you doing, where are you going? Isn't this weird? You're dreaming!" He looked around the room, confused and then it hit him. I allowed him to stabilise.
"Focus, dad. Focus on the feeling of my hand."

Once he had calmed down, we started talking. We talked about how weird it was, he bought up how close of a connection this is and something about how painful it would be to experience a death in a dream accidentally while lucid. We sat down on the floor in the loungeroom near a window, the sun was shining in. I slowed myself from falling as I sat, I didn't want to hit the ground, but I did. I swung myself around hanging on to his arm, jumping up and then slowly falling back down. It felt somewhat like repelling down a rock climbing wall, but sitting. The dream started to fade.

"No! Pull me back in!" Crap. DEILD, DEILD, DEILD!

I woke up in full vibrating sleep paralysis, and started repeating my DEILD mantra "I am dreaming, I am dreaming." I stayed in this state for 2-3 minutes until it started to fade, and I woke up and wrote down this dream.

It was the beginning of a nightmare - I walked out of my bedroom to find my school janitor, Frank, and another older man I don't recognise standing in my back room. He was old, with greying hair and a beard, wearing tattered clothing. They were walking really, really slowly. I was confused and scared, I went to tell dad.

I found him in the office sitting on his computer. "Dad, Frank is in the back room!... wait, why would frank be in the back room... I must be dreaming!" I didn't RC, I was sure I was dreaming and the only thing on my mind was making this DC disappear.

I went to the kitchen and looked at the back room, the second older man was gone but Frank remained and he was MAD. He started to throw knives at me, but I dodged them all. I picked one up and threw it weakly at him, it didn't even reach him. I then picked up 2 or 3 knives with telekenesis and launched them at him, lodging them in his chest. He didn't even flinch. I went out to the back room and we started having a fist fight, but my hits were doing nothing to him. I grabbed a water bottle and poured water all over the floor and proceeded to gather it all onto Frank and freeze it. He kept moving, walking towards me, and I made it colder and colder and colder. Finally, I punched him in the jaw with a right hook and shattered parts of his chin.

We then, stopped. I can't remember why, but Frank was gone even though I didn't win; I knew he could have overpowered me. I looked back over the counter and there stood a man who looked a lot like Morgan Freeman, writing in a notepad, he had an angry presence about him, and disappeared. I then started to think about my lucid goals, right! DG! Find my DG, find my DG. I took off a jumper I was wearing, and while it was over my head, in the blackness of the dream I decided to try and teleport. I wanted to go to Hawaii, so I pictured a beach, with me standing next to the water, and a sailing boat floating by.

My teleportation wasn't successful, I didn't get an image to form around me like I had hoped. I thought about how I could meditate in this darkness, this void, just floating in nothingness for a long, long time. I was rushed though, I didn't want the dream to fade. I finished taking off my jumper and ended up lying on the floor of the kitchen. I stood up and the dream started to fade.

I tried to DEILD, and awoke to two REALLY loud barking noises.

I was in some sort of trial, I had been bio-engineered to contain butterfly DNA, in the hopes that I could fly. I remember being in Port Macquarie, though my purpose there I'm not sure of. It was night, and I was on one of the higher levels of the resort, though the room didn't resemble anywhere I've ever been before. I could feel I was different, I could physically feel that if I learned to, I could fly, as though I had wings in my back.

I have a fragment of being in a carpark, it was daytime. We were going to court, something about my modifications. I don't remember the first visit or anything that happened during it, it is all blank.

I made the decision, I was going to have to learn to fly. I went to a field, long, stretching glass plains and tried to fly, but I failed. I needed to get my father to help me. My dad was in the loungeroom, with 3 other people. One was his business partner, the other my dentist, and I'm not sure on the 4th, but I believe he was old. They were all drunk, and relaxing in soft padded lounge chairs. It was late afternoon, and a soft, warm sunlight filled the room, but the atmosphere was still tense for me.
"I'm going to learn to fly. I want to, all the hormones in my body are telling me I have to, there's no reason not to."
They didn't seem as disturbed as I thought they were going to be, and I told them I would owe them a 6 pack for helping me.

The dream skips, and I am in court again. Artificial lighting, lots of wooden furniture and walls. I believe I was being told that I wasn't allowed to learn to fly. All the people here wore suits, with extremely pale skin. One old man in particular glowed blue, and stared at me and hissed. They had some sort of paper shredder made out of spinning knives in a box.

I wish I remembered more of this dream. I thought and felt as though I was in waking reality throughout the whole dream, and it was one of the most vivid dreams I've had in a long time. I could physically feel how I would use my wings, it's such a weird sensation and I can stir the feeling in waking life. The men in the suits have me confused, they had a very, very strong presence.

This was another one of the 'game within a dream' kind of dreams, where my perspective shifts from me playing the game and talking to people around me, to being the character inside the game. Always fun to wake up from these ones.

It was the future, everywhere I looked there were tall, grey buildings surrounding me. It reminded me a lot of Deus Ex in regards to the setting, but the plot I believe was something of an RPG. I played through the game once, knowing the plot. I talked to dad multiple times during this, we were in a large cafe or restaurant, which now that I think about it is actually quite similar to a restaurant I've seen in many of my dreams before, though never visited. It was sunny, and I was playing on a laptop on a small, round table. I've had quite a few dreams here, though never noticed until now.

I decided to play through again, and I remember being in the perspective of the character. I was trying to go as fast as I could, trying to play through as fast as I could. I was sprinting at incredible speeds, bouncing off of walls and jumping through doors. One scene I remember vividly is a ledge, next to a large hole that has been blown into a wall. Inside there is a short man who looked a bit like a gnome. The room inside was lit by a large drum-fire. I sprinted and jumped up and right through the hole in the wall.

I was in the large shopping centre of my city, with my Dad, trying to find something fun to do. It was late in the evening, and most of the stores were shut and had their lights off. We found a games shop/arcade somewhere (doesn't exist). There was two tracks set up with slot cars. One was for regular small matchbox looking cars, and one was for really big ones, which looked like big yellow triangles made of wood. The controller for these larger cars were weird, you had to crank some sort of handle to make your car go faster.
There was a small blonde child who was really good at it, and whipped the controller around to make the handle turn. The cars got jammed up at one point, and the second time they were about to, one of them hit my phone incredibly hard and knocked it across the room into a window sill. I went over and found that it was perfectly okay! Which really confused me, but hell who cares? I made sure the phone wasn't scratched with my mouth and then continued on with the dream. End.

I had a weird experience of having two dreams in one, with one dream happening while the other was being told as some sort of folk lore story, which I was able to visualize while the dream was happening, really different for me
The folklore story being told to me throughout the dream was about a man who would smash other people's right hands with a hammer. One day, this man's right hand got smashed by someone else, and he never, EVER slept again. Thrilling, I know

The rest of the dream was a bit weird. I woke up in my bed, (if I made RC's a force of habit every time I woke up I would have realised it was a dream!) I rolled over on my side and sat up, pulling my eye mask up from my face. There was lots of day light, and my dad woke me up by trying to clean my room. He was digging through a pile of stuff which was where my computer chair was supposed to be, and at one point he threw a stick of bamboo at me.

He said 'We need to clean up this pig sty.' I disagreed, telling him it was only desk clutter making it look dirty. I took a look around my room, and it seemed perfectly.. normal for a dream. My clothes were piled up where they were supposed to be, snuggie on my dresser, books and assorted mess on my table. I find it odd that I actually conciously surveyed my environment and didn't find anything wrong with it, at least my awareness is kicking in!

A girl who I met at a party a couple of days ago was texting me, she was relatively boring but I kept talking to her. I used both my phone to text her and then got on msn on my computer and kept talking to her. I sat in my computer chair playing with an LED down light. It was like a faded yellow block of plastic, with an LED in the middle. I remember looking at the LED and noticing it looked more like a yellow lightbulb, but when I turned it around it definitely shone white light in my eyes. I even noticed it wasn't plugged into anything, and didn't think anything odd of it. Dream ends around here.