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02/12/10

In the dream itself, I am actually trying to fall asleep. This is interesting and not interesting. So it is interesting that I more or less did a WILD or that I ended in a situation where questioning myself falling asleep could have led to lucid. But its stupid because I had no trouble sleeping that day at all. In fact, I was sleep-deprived, so there was no reason I should have trouble falling asleep. Anyway, I remember lying, asking myself what I should do to fall asleep. I had my laptop on. So I was listening to some relaxing music (probably real life music that got in, I should have been getting up) and I was thinking “this is calming, this is good for falling asleep! If I turn on Mac Lethal, it’s bad for falling asleep!” Then I find a video online of Chris dancing and singing along to some hiphop song, and he wrote in the start of the video of other songs he liked, but in butchered language. Some Vaudeville Villain song was one of them. The video itself had a black-and-white filter or something.

02/12/10

I am playing an RTS, except I am a unit, not a commander. We are a couple of guys. We have totally won, there is one guy left with one spawn. But for some reason, despite our constant respawning, we never quite manage to get him down before the dream shifts. The visuals are a simple 2d color-scheme, with no ornamentation. (INNER AWARENESS)
After that, the dream shifts to like a commercial for an RTS game (INNER AWARENESS), but that says something like “your aim in RTS’es is usually so lousy, now we’re only gonna let you control one character, maggot!” I briefly thnk of Call of Heroes, or whatever that RTS is called. I am playing the dude in the commercial for a while, and while I am not having a blast, I somehow think that this is a good game (INNER AWARENESS). Then it even shows that the game has an RTS zombies mode, like from Call of Duty.

Inner Awareness 37 Action 70 Form 52 Context 47

#1: Eu e uns amigos (me lembro apenas do Vini) estávamos na biblioteca do colégio (que estava completamente diferente do que realmente é, haviam vários computadores e apenas uma mesa grande na entrada). Lembro que havia alguém em pé falando conosco (mas eu acho que quem estava de pé falando era eu), e que alguém da mesa se levantou para pegar um livro.
Em algum momento eu saí dali e fui usar um computador.


#2: Eu estava tocando a música "Midnight", de Joe Satriani, em um violão. De repente, já não era um violão, e sim um teclado (aparentemente antigo). Lembro-me que eu estava tocando, com a mão esquerda, duas teclas brancas, e com a direita, duas teclas pretas. Olhei para o visor do teclado e notei que era touchscreen, o que eu nunca havia notado antes (levando em conta que, no sonho, o teclado era meu fazia tempo). Notei que eu estava no meio de uma rua, e estava junto com a minha namorada. O teclado já havia se transformado em um computador. Karina estava junto, em determinado ponto dessa parte. Lembro que estava chegando a hora de eu ir, então abracei Amanda (minha namorada), e vi que havia dado um erro no computador. Eu reclamei e disse que nunca havia acontecido isso na minha casa. Mas continuei abraçando ela.

É, isso já passou faz tempo, mas mesmo assim sonhei com isso.
Me lembro que estávamos no banco do São José, onde sempre ficamos o começo da aula (Victor, Karina, Lucas, Arnaldo, etc). Chegaram várias pessoas com bolas e começaram a jogar. Victor foi jogar futebol com uns caras (lembro que eram 3 negros). Saí do banco e subí umas escadas (agora eu já estava no segundo andar da minha ecola de música), e vi Victor e os caras jogando "altinha" (um jogo onde você não pode deixar a bola cair no chão, jogando apenas com os pés). Victor estava jogando muito mal, mas com tempo foi pegando o jeito.
Eu desci e fui jogar volei com uns amigos (lembro que Gabriel estava entre eles), mas não tinha rede nem nada. Tentamos improvisar, mas não lembro o que aconteceu.
Fomos todos para a casa de praia de Daniel (meu professor de educação física). Estava de noite, e fomos para uma praia que tinha ali perto. A areia era muito fofa e eu mal conseguia andar nela. Sem contar que a praia era inclinada e estava ventando muito, o que atrapalhava os movimentos da bola.

me and my brother were going to take over this guys pet shop who was retiring. its a real shop yet in the dream was bigger and packed with all sorts of weird things (sharks, parrots major dream signs). i was walking around town and didnt care i was in a dressing gown and bare feet. i became lucid because of this. i went home by running at an incredible speed then jumping and running through the air along parkway road. i lost a bit of lucidity when my brother failed to make a tight turn on his bike and crashed into some railings. i got home and found jane hall in the shower

It's been a while since I've been able to recall a dream, and this one is a little fuzzy.

From where I can remember starting off, I'm seriously angry at someone for doing something-or-another to me, though I have no idea what that is. I can't seem to control my anger in the slightest, so I get into a fight with whoever it is that I'm facing off against. My rage seems to literally consume me, and there's surprise from the surrounding crowd because of something that's changed about me.

Suddenly, I'm waking up. It seems like what had just happened I dreamed within my dream. When I sit up in the bed, however, a lady walks into the room I'm in and begins explaining to me how I have something poisonous in me, the "Black Rage" as she calls it. Right in the middle of her explanation as to how it works, I've woken up.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was at "my office," which was nothing like an offce. I stood on the top of a gigantic (30m tall?) Kitchen counter, looking down over a gathering of flowers that were almost as tall as the kitchen counter. The blossoms were about 5m across and looked like a mix between lotuses and zinnias. They were a cream-white color with yellowy centers.

From down on the floor, from which the flowers grew, I could hear my company's CEO and someone else talking. They had been planning a party. (There may have been an earlier part to this dream in which I had been helping with the party planning.) They now may have made some reference to me, as if I were not present.

I thought I would get their attention. I thought I could hop from flower to flower to get closer to them. But I figured that wasn't a great idea. The flowers were probably weak. They might not support my weight.

At some point, it may have seemed like the flowers were floating in a body of water, as if this gigantic kitchen had been flooded up to the level of the countertop.

Something had been settled regarding my role in the party, and I was now walking along the counter-top, trying to get to wherever I needed to get to take care of my task. The kitchen floor seemed to get closer and closer, and things took on more and more of a regular proportion.

At some point my CEO walked past me, coming from the opposite direction. He may have been walking on the countertop, but I think he actually was down on the kitchen floor, which was now only 3m or so below the counter-top. I said hi to him. He said hi and addressed me by my name. I was pleasantly surprised that he knew my name.

I walked past some tall cardboard boxes that were on the counter-top. At the end of the counter-top was something that looked like a way-oversized wheelchair-ramp leading down to an oversized lobby that looked like the lobby to a small office building in a suburban office park.

I somehow found myself on another ledge, like an oversized counter-top, looking down (about 5m) to an oversized area that had been set up "to look like" a 1950s-style diner (even though I don't think now that the place actually looked like a 1950s-style diner).

The place had clean wood floors, white walls, and a few round tables. Over the huge front door was a huge "1950s-style" sign which looked like a mix between a clock and a spoon. The name of the restaurant was given, with a (not very convincing) "1950s-style" slogan underneath it.

I'd had to turn around to see the sign. I turned back around and was now in a smallish theatre, which was still, somehow, the "1950s diner." I stood (on the floor!) at the top and back of the theatre.

The theatre was full of young people, mostly boys. The theatre's seats were all set up at a couple of different angles. The seating was very steep, like stadium seating. The chairs were red. Down at the bottom was a small stage.

I understood that an anime festival was about to take place here. Some presenter (possibly a shortish, youngish-looking Asian woman in a grey t-shirt, pale blue jeans, and glasses) was about to begin speaking.

I found a couple of my friends: a man I don't recognize and my female friend T. They were sitting at the back of the theatre, on red-leather and chrome stools like counter-stools in a 1950s diner.

I went over to my friends. I lay down across a couple of the stools, stomach-down. I wondered if these seats were very good. After all, this place was packed. Once the presentation started, would we have a bunch of people constantly crowding in front of us?

My stool-tops now seemed to come directly out of the floor now, instead of being atop chrome poles. T, wearing a long skirt, lifted up her skirt to straddle me and sit on my back.

I kind of got mad that T had lifted up her skirt. I knew that she'd lift it up enough so that anybody looking would easily see the crotch of her panties. There had already been some creeps looking in our direction. Now that T had basically flashed everybody, these guys would probably really want to cause trouble for me.

At some point I may have had to tell T to get off me. The way the stool-tops were set and the way T sat on me were putting a lot of pressure on my spine. I figured I'd just roll down onto the floor and let T sit on me that way.

After this, T and I were standing by some doorway, just outside the theatre, looking into the dark theatre through a half-opened door. We stood in a white walled hallway.

We were talking to a couple of older, rich-looking, white people, probably a man and a woman. The man and woman were famous and possibly had had something to do with the anime and manga industry. We may have been making plans to collaborate on something.

DDDDDDDDDDDDDDD
During the day I had some emotional but fun situations where I would have loved to have been in a situation like this before and tried different things out. Then I realized I got the idea to use my dream world more. My dream world may be nearly perfect but my waking life has a lot of areas where I would like to see improvements. The dream world is a lot like Star Treks holo-deck, I can make it what I need and try things out there, in complete safety, and I even have a panic button. I was determined to recreate the dream world to meet my waking life needs.

Upon dreaming I had 3 totally underwhelming dreams and I was not lucid in any of them to any degree.

Dream 1: The Garden and a Patdown
There was this large forest and gardens but to get into it you first had to go through a security room that looked like a torture room from a video game. In the room you got a patdown and then were free to go int the forested garden area. The forestgarden was nothing special and I just looked around and talked to people. Upon leaving I was patted down again.

I had 2 other dreams of talking to people about useless things which I will not bore you with.

Reflections:
I realized that in order to create a task in my dream world I am going to have to try to focus my thoughts before sleep to more of a self help feeling. I order to go to sleep easily and have good dreams I focus on anything I want as long as they are positive and simple. But what I need to do is focus more on fixing and growing and less on having a good dreaming experience. No wonder I am bored with my dream life, I have made it so… well to use a British phrase, pedestrian (not British, not that there's anything wrong with that ). It reminds me of what I heard Dr. Who say “You make all of space and time your back yard and what do you have? A backyard.” I have to make it more than a backyard and I have all this control, I need to use it! I never thought of using the dream world like a tool but I am now determined to. So my new dream goal is to make my dream life to serve me waking life's needs. So far, not so great…hmmm wish me luck

I had a dream in the early hours of December 3rd, 2010 and woke up briefly to scribble out the following on a peice of paper before immediately returning to sleep. I could not remember any of the dream when I woke up later and have only this fragment of writing (written while half asleep before dawn) to go by:


In afganistan? with tall apartment building surrounded by water, sometimes on land because tide comes and goes, each building at often warrinf with another building, fishing as the tide comes in and out, seeing the fish and my brother moving the fire pit, Samir? and two people open a free dental clinic in a tent (with a second floor) in the middle of the apartment complex, pay what you can or make donation to Muslim child feed fund, soldiers and insurgents want control of it, after some time Samir has idea to improve area with damn and better buildings, I am there walking dam area when I come acreoss canadian base and am taken in for questioning, many canadiands being held, i see two women being stripped searched my two naked male soldiers and video tape it, soldiers on base hunt me down after i steal a gun and tie up some soldiers/officals, i am captured and similarily strip searched after sending copy of video to CNN but a sympatetic male offical obtains my camera and tapes my strip search and also sends that tape to news program

I'll keep this one short.

They were trying to ban vegetables in England (I don't live in England...) and all of the mice were meeting under the bathroom sink to discuss its implications. I don't know how my POV worked but I don't think I was a mouse but there weren't any humans actually involved in the story. It felt like I was just watching it through a window or something.

Closer to waking up my dream was about a party or something (I just get that feeling). Then in the morning my mom tried to wake me up and I was half asleep. She asked me a bunch of times what class I had first and I thought I was responding but I was responding in my dream. When I finally said it out loud I realized I wasn't saying the class (math) but rather tumblr.

Zombie Patient Zero
Clarity: 7/10
Importance:2/10
Sleep: Good
Sleep Position: Unknown

I'm taking refuge from the zombie apocalypse in a sometimes house, sometimes store. The front of the store provides us with lots of supplies, but we disagree on how to use them. I try to convince the others we should each have our own emergency supplies on us, and that we should stash supplies in fallback position in case the zombies get in and we can't reach the food anymore. But nobody will listen to me.

I notice the side door won't close properly, and zombies could easily get in. I won't be able to sleep at night knowing that door is so easily circumvented. I go out to the back yard which is fenced off and inspect the fence. Two people with me say the zombies could get over it easily, but I disagree because it's topped with barbed wire that will snag the dumb zombie's flesh.

I turn to see the rest of our group have been overrun by zombies, which are making their way towards us en masse. The three of us hop the fence at the gate and run for it. We run into a warehouse, but there are zombies everywhere. We have no choice but to go up to the top of the building to get away. We hide in the attic, which is clear for now. One of the guys turns into a mouse and crawls between the floor boards. We're to follow him, but his route just pops back out into the attic.

The zombies have now found us, and we run for the stairwell, but there are zombies there too. The zombies get my two companions, and I'm now on my own, the last survivor. I manage to get away and run into the garage where I'm confronted by a lone zombie who grins at me demonically. I recognize this zombie, who was present during all of the attacks. In fact he was the very first zombie, patient zero.

My only weapon is a box cutter, and I use it to slash at the zombie's throat. Over and over I slash it's throat, cutting deeper and deeper until finally it's head flops backwards. I take a few more hacks at it's spine until I finally sever it's head completely. The moment the first zombie's head comes off, all the other zombies disappear.

Had some mundane work dreams too, not worth recording.

Type: Regular dream.
Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

Notes:
I watched The Dark Knight yesterday.

In this shorter dream, I'd made a pact with myself to rescue Bruce Wayne from prison. Apparently he was caught by police, or something. I didn't really think about the details in the dream, although I'm sure there was an explanation as to why it happened. I don't recall actually seeing myself go into the prison, but I simply walked down a set of stairs and turned a corner to see a set of five or six stairs leading up to a slight platform. This was in the basement of the prison, I knew. It was well-lit and made mostly of concrete, in pretty good condition, but I could see green fungus or something in a few of the corners. It seemed dank. On the steps, there were a bunch of inmates just sitting there and talking amongst each other, rather quietly and reserved. Two convicts were playing rock-paper-scissors. As a group, they didn't really look that much like criminals because they weren't that grungy or scary-looking. They just looked like bikers.

Bruce Wayne was sitting among these inmates, against the wall, looking around and only moving a little bit to adjust his position. He was in a basic suit and tie which looked a bit scuffed-up. He obviously looked like Christian Bale. He looked at me and said, "what are you doing here?"

"To rescue you. Let's go."

"How did you get in?"

"The guards are down."

As I spoke, the convicts looked at me curiously. One narrowed his eyes in suspicion, but none spoke to me directly.

Bruce said, "I like it here. I'm not going."

"Fine."

I started to turn around and leave, and then my alarm woke me up.

Type: DILD.
Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

This dream probably spanned twenty minutes, and nothing was fragmented or cut up. More stuff probably happened, but I can't remember the details.

I was pretty much in the middle of nowhere, on a pretty barren landscape made of rocky terrain. There were a few single-lane asphalt roads going here and there, but no cars. It was clearly daytime, because the sky was light blue and the sun was shining (although it didn't cast a glare or cause me to squint). In the middle of this land, there was a large construction framework for an incomplete building. There were thin sheets of metal between some of the beams to create "walls".

In horizontal sections of the framework, there were planes of wood drilled into place to act as platforms to walk on. These larger pieces of wood were light in color, but rather thick so they wouldn't snap when someone was to walk on them. The whole structure must have been four or five stories tall, and at least seventy feet high.

First I was on the top of the structure, sitting with my legs hanging off a steel beam, looking down onto the ground. I had a chocolate coin in my hand that I was multiplying using non-lucid dream control. I'd curl my palm around it, look away into the sky, and then look back at my palm, which I would then uncurl. There were now two coins. I did this a few different times and ended up with five or six. I didn't feel the thickness of the coins in my hand grow each time a new one appeared, which logically should've happened. I looked down at the ground, which was now darker and had a more brownish hue than before, and held my hand out, watching the coins fall as I let them go. They disappeared when they got to the ground, as if the distance between the top of the framework and the earth was more than it should've been, so much that one could no longer see them falling. But I still knew the distance was less than a hundred feet.

I got up, balancing on the beam without feeling any sort of wobbliness or issues with weight distribution, and kicked off the beam, flying into the air. I only got four or five feet out from the side of the framework, although I used much more force and should have gotten at least twenty feet out. My dreams tend to do that - I exert powerful force on something to push away, but I only get so far away from that thing. I landed within a matter of seconds, not feeling wind or air rushing past me as I fell, and recoiled slightly. Once I recovered and stood fully upright again, I looked around me and saw people walking around. There was now a smooth concrete sidewalk going around the perimeter of the framework, and a rectangular, modern-looking pool just a few feet away from it. There were also big glass windows in between some of the steel beams now. It looked almost like a house, except it didn't really have walls. I saw some people walking around, one holding a huge crab that looked like it was either inflated, or made of rubber. I took a slight interest in this, but ultimately ignored it.

"Where's the restroom?" I suddenly asked out loud, but not shouting. No particular reason as to why I said that. Someone who was just walking past me said, "to the up", but even though it didn't make any sense, I interpreted it as "to the right". I turned to the left, strangely enough, and saw a metallic door. It was positioned in a large glass window between two vertical beams. I saw a sink and a white cubicle inside (I've rarely seen a normal restroom in my dreams, just public cubicles). I opened the door and walked in; the walls were now solid, made of stony, tan-colored brick. There were no longer glass walls or steel beams, but it looked almost like a gross, decrepit restroom. "Yuck," I exclaimed, looking down at the floor. It was hard, grey carpet that looked pretty gummed-up.

I turned to the sink, on the left side of the room. It was a basic white sink that came out of the wall, and only had one stainless steel tap instead of two. Without testing it, I knew that it only gave out cold water. "This place sucks!"

That was when I turned around and opened the door. Outside, I was now in a city. To make things less normal, though, my dream had actually put me on the third or fourth story of a building. I'd just stepped out into a balcony with no railings. I looked down and saw busy streets with multiple lanes and strange, distorted-looking cars that drove in opposite directions in the lanes. The balcony I was on was at least twenty feet long, but only three or four feet wide - barely enough room to be able to walk without feeling like you're going to fall off the edge. I saw my mom walk out the same door, which was now twice as tall as it was before. She was holding a book, Of Mice and Men. The cover, without closer observation, looked like it had a large tree or shrub and a riverbank. I knew it was that novel.

"I'm hoping you've finished this book!" she told me, a little angry.

"Duh!" I said, stung.

"Okay, let me make sure. Finish this quote off for me..."

And then she read out some random quote, that seemed in the context of the novel. I just can't remember exactly what it was.

"Are you kidding me?!" I said to her, "I didn't have a lifetime to memorize each quote in the book!"

"Yes you did," she said.

"I've had enough of this." I turned around and walked away (heading towards nothing but the end of the balcony), but I heard quick steps behind me, becoming louder and louder. Within an instant, my mom was behind me. She picked me up by the collar of my shirt, throwing me into the traffic. I was no longer on a balcony a few stories higher than the streets, but I was on the ground level. I ended up on the road and saw a big semi coming towards me. I became somewhat lucid just as the dream ended, but I didn't use any powers or anything to stop the massive truck. Instead, I just curled up.

Then I woke up.

Despite the ending, I wouldn't count this as a nightmare, because there was no fear, only emotionless thoughts like in a normal dream.

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I'm in space, building some type of giant structure, I have the idea it's a space relay. It's made up of self assembling parts that send each other data. I put the last piece on, it has two spinning satellite dishes, the entire piece is glowing slightly. I pull out my laptop and enter a message to be sent out, press enter and my message is sent throughout the cosmos, too bad I don't remember what the message was,

I am sitting in a car with nomad, I have a strong sense that tigress is nearby, but I also have a sense that it might be a twinner of her, or in the next universe over Nomad and I are talking about Kevlar jackets, tanks and military stuff in general.

Okay so i got on earlier and i decided id post this dream too.
It was a WILD so i entered in the jungle, and heres this lepord and it jumps from this tree like thing idk man.
and it starts talking to me saying i had to be one with the pack and right about now i was going WTH? and then it hit me like a train, I turned into a lepord... IT WAS AMAZING!!!! I felt like i had paws! my heart rate felt slower and i was relly warm... oh boy did it feel great and then a monkey just jumps from a tree and lands on the ground, and i was thinking, Eh im a lepord why not? so i run over there and snap this monkeys neck and the ghost of it flys to heaven. so i sink my teeth into this monkey, and it tasted like lobster, i swear to god it did.
next thing i know dream fades im human again... so the rest of my dream is just me having some fun and i started flying around new york city trying all the cool things ive seen people try to do
so far i got this done in one dream:
Flew, transformed, eat something, jumped off a skyscraper, and went to the moon...

When i went to the moon it was relly weird i saw this guy, he was tall relly tall and i didnt get a good look at him...