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Yesterday i dreamed about that my iPod had a crack on the surface over it. I showed it to my uncle. When he looked at it, the crack was beginning to grow more and more. The crack was now like Rorsach face in watchmen, it move around all the time, without any stop. Then I don´t remember any more

I remember dreaming about cats. There was this cat lying across some sort of box. The box was in a cage. The cat was white long, and I think it was dead. There were two very young cougar cats, one was on its side licking its paws and the other cat was on the white cat taking a bite out of it.

Most of the time when gaining lucidity, the dreams involve me running to or from something. Something important is always going to happen. I have been working on gaining lucidity for quite a while and I'm not completely sure if it's fully rendered or not, but I definitely do know that I'm gaining control. It's ranging from making a $5 dollar bill spring up from no where, then fly to my hand or creating giant Transformer like machines. One noteworthy dream is one I had about a week or two ago.

--On the run--

It began with me in a combination of being in one of my old school's hallways and at the place I was staying at the time. I had been talking to a girl that I also used to know in school, I think it was either middle or high school. We were at the point where we were about to get intimate and then we heard a boom and a crash. I opened the door and saw just hoards of people pouring from the other rooms. They appeared to be hostile so I told her lets go and get the fuck out of here! Some may look at that as a nightmare and for a moment I almost agreed but I gained the sense that it was just a dream and it kinda just sprung from there. Once we got out of the building it was about the time when the sun starts going down and creates the beautiful orange, pink, and purple sky that I love to watch. We ended up near a train station/stop and no train was there. I turn to look at the crowd of crazies and then turn back to the tracks in hopes that something would happen, some sort of escape and right before my eyes a dull green train-like thing with a orange stripe and the name Steamworker on it sprung into existence a ladder came down and me and the girl climbed on. As we did the train began to move and whatnot, yet we were not knocked off. To me I was enjoying it, because I'm in love with Transformers and it was just, well crazy! After that I lost sense of things and woke up wondering what the hell just happened.

13.09.2010

Traveling and my cat (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm going to make this quick.
I was walking through a place with my family. we walked next to the small variant of a river(dunno the english word for it) and we also came in aa house. There was a device in the house that I was interested in. When we reached the end of the river, my youngest brother started to be annoying, I was angry at him. Then we arrived at our house. I was next to my house and my father was inside. He locked himself in. We all agreed that he was being stubborn again. Then I looked through a window. A meter behind it was some kind of barricade. I was expecting to see my father there but I saw my cat, Milly(!!!) She walked around there and I could see her vividly with all her colors. I became too excited and woke up because I realized she is dead in real life

This was a casual dream, nothing special but 2 people in it were annoying, so not so much fun. I finally saw my cat in a dream since she died. For this I give my dream a 10/10

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:
No, I wasn't lucid at all during this dream, even though it may have seemed like it. I did a rather epic facepalm when I woke up. Not to mention a Lamborghini appeared again, and I just had a dream about one a few days ago.

I was outside. It was the middle of the day so the sky was blue, and there were a few clouds here and there. This particular setting was rather difficult to describe, because it was a mixture of both city and natural elements, but it looked like I was on a very wide high-traffic bridge, above a huge body of water. Under the bridge was an island with tall city buildings.

"Okay dad," I said, turning to my father who was on the side of the bridge. He was looking over the edge and staring at the island not forty feet below, sprawled out under the bridge. He looked at me and said, "so how do you control your dreams?" I thought that this was a difficult question to answer, so I decided to just show him. I told him, "look over the edge of the bridge again".

He obeyed, and I did the same. Then I turned around and saw a yellow Lamborghini Gallardo. It was sitting in one of the middle lanes; cars were moving into each others' lanes to get past it, driving at highway speeds, definitely more than sixty or seventy. The Lamborghini was electric yellow in colour and very shiny.

As we walked towards the car to get inside, it seamlessly changed. The sides of the car shrunk down so they were only a few inches high, curved along the edges, and the top was now gone. Only the bottom of the car remained, along with the wheels and the front part. I got in but although my dad didn't, I started to instruct him on how to control the car (I forget exactly what I said). The car started to drive forward, then, like pulling a joystick, I pulled the wheel back. The car lifted a few inches off the ground, floating.

The bridge, which was originally flat, now had a point where it would start to decline, like a ramp. I pulled harder on the wheel, and the car took off entirely. Some time during the flight, the car changed to a bullet-shaped helicopter; I was in the front part, which was the front of the bullet. The back of the helicopter was flat. The entire vehicle was black and had a large 180 degree window around where I was sitting.

I ignored the fact that my dad wasn't on the helicopter, and kept instructing things to the empty seat beside me. This continued on for a few minutes and, a couple moments after we started to have only water below us, I woke up.

9/2/10
My Mom takes me to Bobae to have a foot message. She says that it will improve my intelligence. They use the messaging apparatus.
9/3/10
I drive myself to Khaoyai in Thailand. Dad tells me the directions before I leave. And if I get lost, "ask." And drive up a freeway and turn left. It's a u-turn and I come to a check point. I am worried that I do not have a car license. From there I go to a shop to buy camping supplies and the employee has curly hair and a black top. My brother, P-1 disappears. So I decide not to buy anything.
Deja vu! The shop scene repeated itself.

I am at a red shirt (political movement) camp. I see lots of people in red shirts, hanging on the underside of a skytrain track. Someone, maybe a red shirt leader tells me, "don't tell any journalists that."
"When attacked, all must retreat!"
I pick up dog plates from outside the house where red shirts are gathering.
Back to the shop AGAIN! I talk to a girl from the movie 'Big Boy' Thai movie. I smell a magnet in the shape of a cap. I say, "my Dad used to like buying these things."
I get a phone call, but don't pick up in time. I look. Not P-1 (who is missing). I browse through my iphone apps.

9/4/10
I burnt down a building. A person was in it. So I buried the person. We go into someone's house to that we think is open to the public. But it's private and the owner tells us. I open a youtube video for the guy who's with me. I open my email instead (autopilot behavior). He reminds me. So I look up a video about ninjas and firecrackers.

I have no idea what just happened.

I had a dream where I had some control but no lucidity. I was wrestling with some guy I don't know. We were trying to kill each other, and we were rolling down a snowy slope descending from the back porch of a house. After a while, I was on top of him with complete control but I stopped because I didn't want to punch him in the face. I didn't want to feel his cheek as I punched him, so I paused. That's all I remember from that, next thing I know I was awake.

I was laying in bed in what I thought was the same position I went to sleep in. I was holding my phone, and the touchscreen was off, like it normally would be. After a while I was sitting there thinking about stuff I was thinking about before I went to sleep and I noticed what I was thinking was playing out on the screen. After getting lost in it, I realized what I was doing and the images faded off my screen to look normal again. It was sort of like a day dream. Anyway, the process repeated one more time. If that was a dream, I don't recall waking up from it.

Could I possibly not have been asleep? Or is that for sure a dream?

My First Lucid Dream

I was laying in bed trying to remember dreams cause I couldn't remember any. In the dream I remember being somewhere non vivid and looking at a tv, then I was watching jeopardy at a QT-like gas station on a couch and screaming at the tv because the guy made the stupidest mistake ever in the history of jeopardy. Suddenly I get up and I get sort of a feeling that I'm dreaming. It felt like I knew I was dreaming but I still looked for proof anyway. I think I might have been slightly aware, not entirely sure but possible. The first thing I did was make a mental note of which people are there, the people in my dreams always switch out inexplicably with somebody else and it always goes unnoticed. My contradiction came when I saw a 13 year old friend of mine mopping the floors, I walked up to him and as I was doing so realizing that I was becoming lucid, I got excited but I remembered if I ever became lucid I would need to calm myself down, I did so and the dream continued long enough for my to say "Why are you cleaning" to my friend he said something inaudible but it felt as if my subconscious was mad that I figured out I was dreaming. The dream immediately ended. The time wasn't even long enough to reach a REM period, yet the dream was ridiculously well built and vivid. I can even tell you what was on the shelves in the gas station.

All I remember is that I was wearing underwear and I put on my pants over it. Later on in the dream I removed my pants and my underwear wasn't on and I thought that was weird so I brought myself to look at my hands, but when I did, my view went black. I could feel myself looking at my hands, but I couldn't see anything. After a bit, I woke up. Anyone else ever have this problem?

I am driving a fold-able truck over a bridge, following some people in another car. The back of the truck keeps dissembling itself. So I got off the driver's seat and go to fix it. The truck rolls backwards and blocking the traffic so I put engage the handbrake.

I am doing mutual healing in a strange Healing Glen... The Healing Glen of The Angels!

I am with Raven, MoSh, Asuka, Basara, Tigress, mowglycdb. We are sitting a circle with our eyes closed. Music and healing energy of different colors flows out of us and mixes.

We are each a different colored crystal being. We open our third eyes, and smile at each other.

***

A woman is reading her boyfriend's DJ:

CN? CN? Who is this CN woman he keeps writing about? Oh. Carol Nakagawa. That's me.

***

I am with Solomon Vandy from Blood Diamond.

We are giving skulls of boys to families, the remains of their sons that were kidnapped and brainwashed to be child soldiers. We don't really know which skull belongs to which family. Solomon tells them anyway, "This is your son's skull." Every family cries, and walks away with the skull to bury it.

We begin to run out of skulls. Some of the ones left are fake plastic ones. I notice one is a 3D plastic puzzle, actually a few are like that. A toy! I feel appalled.

Solomon hands out the fake plastic skulls.

The families know the skulls are fake, and they know they have no way of knowing which skull belongs to who, but they take them anyway, just wanting to bury something so they can mourn the death of their sons.

***

We are on same strange planet similar to earth. Vegeta grabs me by the scruff of my neck, and opens a portal.

We are in another part of the same planet. We walk down a stone path through a grassy field with sparse trees in the summer.

A man in a tall white pointed hat bows to me. He has red glowing eyes. I am everything you love, everything you hate, everything you fear.

We follow the man to a strange tall building, like a temple of glass.

Your initial training is complete. You will now be inducted into the Dragon Warrior Corps. As a Dragon Warrior of Urth, you will defend the Dream Earth from tyranny. We value individual liberty in the highest esteem. Vegeta talks to me telepathically as we walk down a hall with high ceilings.

We stand in a circle around a pool of water on a stand. An alien that looks like an old brown lizard scoops out water with a coconut shell. We pass it around, each taking a sip. He takes the last sip.

This water has seen the light of the many suns, bathed in the moonlight of dawn, has moved through our bodies, the bodies of plants, bodies of water, since the beginingless past. We are infinite, and eternal, as all matter, and all non-matter.

We go to a balcony with no rail. It overlooks a great futuristic city.

We make a silent telepathic vow that cannot fully be expressed in words....

We are Guardians born,
and Guardians eternal,
forever we war against tyranny and oppression,
forever we live, forever we love life,
forever we fight for total freedom.

We salute the leader, and we receive the insignia of the Dragon Warrior Corps: Two golden dragons in a swirl.

We bow, and Vegeta and I fly back to Urth.

I am in many simultaneous dreams. In each one I am a swarm of thousands of Nomads, and Vegeta is chasing me through dreams, toying with me like a cat.

One of Many

I am running through a spiraling wormhole from Vegeta.

You fucking, god... You are no more a god than any other Urthan Dreamer.

I know, that's my point, you asshole, that's a joke!

He uses a simple technique called an Insult Attack, to anger me enough to draw my focus away from a physical attack. He flicks his hand open, and thousands of cactus spikes shoot at me. I swirl my swarm, but many spikes still hit my tiny dream bodies in the center of their backs. The uninjured ones pull out the spikes of the ones injured. The spikes divide themselves, unfolding into spiny spiders getting tinier and tinier until there are swarms of spiders crawling over the faces of me's. I summon murders of tiny ravens to eat the spiders off of me. I am covered with spider bites, slowly swelling.

No! This poison is not real.

I call that attack Cactus Spider Face, and yes, that poison is real. This is not a dream.

I panic and grab my face. My eyelids are swelling... I can barely see. Everything goes black.

NO! This is a dream! I feel like I am somehow deep in the depths of my dream body. I expand myself outward. I am lying on a rectangular rock that has been hollowed out with dry branches lain across. I am tied up. Vegeta is swing an great golden sword at my neck. I roll off the altar. He slices it in half.

"NO, My son! Tis the will of god!" He clambers over the altar, swinging madly.

Holy shit! Vegeta has gone batshit insane! I am fucked!

He runs in front of me, and grabs me by the throat, lifting me into the air. I clutch at his wrist.

No, you fool. I am perfectly sane. I am feigning madness. It's another Psychological Attack. You are afraid of madness, this I sense, so now I exploit your weakness! Some GOD YOU ARE! HAHAHHAHAA!

His Godly Shout feels like a thousand suns exploding through my soul. I use Devil Roar, and pull his energy into me, charging my chakras. I feel them spin and brighten. I pull earth energy into my feet, and shoot cosmic energy out my head. I pull my energy into my dream body. I am a golden man.

I am met with a flurry of fists, I block and punch back as he blocks. Our fists get faster and faster, then I kick him in the balls. He flies back, but it's not him!

He is about to uppercut me, but I morph into a giant gorrilla, and palm his fist, then punch him squarely in the nose. He flies back, but it's an illusion. He teleports behind me, and is about to punch me in the back of my head, But I morph into a beetle, and cling on to his stomach.

Gah! You little bastard. He rips me off but, my legs are still clinging to his clothes. I morph into a giant monster with many teeth, tentacles, and a storm swirling above my head.

"Impressive," Vegeta grins.

"Well I had a good teacher, I make the monster puppet say, and I punch him in the brain, ripping out his spinal cord, and gnawing on it like a rat gnawing through a rope.

"Gah!" You bastard! You know I take pleasure in my pupil's accomplishment, and you used that against me. Now, I will never revel in your accomplishment!"

He turns, and punches me in the face, and I go flying back. I feel like my whole face is crushed as if an elephant stepped on it.

Now, you will see my true power!

He becomes a star, and sucks me into him. I am enveloped in painful overwhelming light. I feel as if a laser or pure sun energy is burning through my every cell. I want to scream, but I am already dead.

He goes back to Vegeta.

That attack is called, Death Sun child. A nuclear bomb.

I mourn for my own dead soul, and all those killed my atomic bombs.

You are not dead, you idiot!

He slaps my face. I quit crying. Vegeta? Holy shit! This is a dream.

And now, I slap you, just like your father!

BAM!

He slaps my face again, and instead of my bones breaking, a red hand print forms on my face.

Dad?

My father's face appears in front of Vegeta's. I get confused.

You good for nothing piece of shit! You insolent child! You will pay for your crimes against humanity.

I now see a parasite on my third eye projecting my father's face on to Vegeta's.

I infected you with a parasite, you idiot. It's called, Child's Pain.

I rip the parasite out of my head, and fling it at Vegeta. He is actually frightened. He stumbles, and clambers away. NO, that's an illusion!

I have already dealt with the demons of the past, boy. I am a thousand years old. It is what every Supreme Dream Warrior must do.

He morphs into a giant snake, and bites me, swallowing me whole, slowly.

I form a sun of energy in my core, and explode it outward. Vegeta's dream body explodes.

We are on two discs floating in space.

He is a light entity, and I am a dark entity. We bow.

(con't)

Method: MILD
Recall: Above Average
Lucid Ability: 6
Vividness: average
Dream Length:average



I find myself randomly lucid in a place that looks sort of like a movie theater. There are rows of red comfortable chairs, but the backs of them are really high. It's also well lit and the walls have a brown paneled wood surface to them. Theres this huge TV on the side wall playing a movie, and when I look towards the front area, it also appeared there there. I was trying to think of a way to change the plot of the movie but I could only effect certain things about it. While I was doing this, the TV was duplicating itself and reverting back to a single one.

The movie was an old martial arts flick, and some lady in it had died. Some beautiful ninja had died, and was giving her dying speech to this long grey haired monk in all white. H walked up like she was going to sit next to me, but quickly turned around. I got up and tried to convince her to stay, but she sort of disappeared. I really don't have anything on my mind that I've been wanting to accomplish so I start thinking about plan B. As I walk down the aisle I notice this old school porn star is sitting there, and we started going at it.

Then some random DC comes up, and starts talking trash or something. I get up, and we fight. I leave him, and he tries to come back, and we fight some more, and I walk away again, and by the time I get back to the girl, the dream fades out.

September 13, 2010

Asleep by 1am.

Decided to try an experiment, today. Awake at 5am. Tried a new idea during my WBTB... playing the mathematics gamex100 on brain age to help wake up my prefrontal cortex Was actually a really good idea! I settled in for my WILD and had better focus than I have in weeks. SP was pretty uncomfortable this morning, coupled with the knowledge that I knew my BF would be interrupting my attempt today (long story)... I ended up passing out at some point, I think around the 6am point. I was woke up by my end of WBTB alarm. I'm actually thinking I should kill that alarm, but it's usually so I can move back from the couch to the bed. But it's a potential lucid I keep interrupting.

Almost-completed Beatles goal - Lucid - 1/5
This was all 60's-era setting. About 1965, actually.
I was on a stage with a bunch of instruments set up. This stage was a bit unusual, as it wasn't raised, or surrounded by raised seats. In fact, it was all one level, and there was a space of maybe 10 feet between us and the first row of audience. I noticed a stagehand had two stop signs (like the cross-walk hand-held ones), which he laid on the ground in a ^ shape. I "knew" it was Paul's spot to stand on the stage.

At that moment, Paul came out from back stage, with his bass on him already. "Hey Paul!" I beckoned him over. I wanted to test whether he knew about going past the stop signs, or not. "Come stand over here, this is where you're supposed to be!"

Paul comes over and he's got one foot over the stop signs. "Noooo!" I said. "Don't go past them, it's dangerous! Look at how close the audience is!" I said, and positioned him back by his shoulders.

"Oh, yeah, I suppose you're right!" he said.

John came out, so Paul says quietly, "Let's see if John fucks up with it!" Then louder, "Hey John, come over here!"

John does, indeed, mess it up, resulting in me laughing at him and saying, "Noooo!" again, but in a silly voice. John's a bit more whatever! about the whole thing and sticks his tongue out at me.

George comes out and the same thing repeats. As I'm pushing George back, I think to myself, "Wow, even if this is just a dream, I'm acting pretty retarded, I should stop!"

I need to go across to the other side of the stage (we're on stage left, my keyboard is on stage right). Paul is supposed to play on stage right. As we pass each other, we stop and kiss briefly before carrying on.

When I get to my keyboard, though, there's a major catastrophe! There's a pool of water underneath my keyboard, and the stagehands are doing nothing to clean it! I find a mop (didn't have to look far ) and start trying to get the water up.

Paul sees me, and comes over. "Why are you mopping it yourself?!" he demands.

"Because no one else is, and I'm not going to electrocute myself by playing in a puddle of water!"

We get some help, but the water is turning into sludge. Sighing, I decided maybe I should just move the keyboard to a new place on the stage. I pick it up, turn around and...

I'm in a different room, facing Jack and listening to the Beatles on my mp3 player "Noooo! What the fuck!" I silently ask myself.

"What are you playing?" Jack asks.

"Just some Beatles," I say quietly. "Only, I was just going to turn the sound off, and mash the keys, pretending like I could play, because I can't actually play any songs yet," I say and do some fancy key-mashing that could totally pass for legit. I wake up.

Fragments
Talking to my dad and he has a full head of mop-top inspired hair, only he's his age in present time.