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Dream - Lucid

I was at a pool with Ryan and someone else. It was dusk, and continued getting darker and colder outside. We weren't supposed to be there. If we stayed and/or got back in the pool, we'd never be allowed to come back. The seasons were also changing. I needed help getting a raft out of the pool, so I asked Ryan to help me. He helped me to get it out, and we ran off through the woods, with him in front of me. We were laughing as we ran.

Then, we came across one of the most beautiful things I've ever seen. There were glistening waterfalls everywhere, reflecting different colors, and they were running backwards. In the middle of the dreamscape, there was one big waterfall with a huge shimmering sphere on the top. The sky looked like dawn. I was awestruck. It was beautiful. This description doesn't even do it justice. I heard a voice, it sounded like the narrator from Little Big Planet. It said something like this:

"You see? The only difference between us is that it's not hard for us. It's more difficult for you."

The voice was very calm and comforting.

~

I was at my friend Courtney's family's house. We were in the living room with her two younger brothers. The living room looked like it did when we were in middle school. Courtney said something about wanting to go to my place later because she wanted to smoke weed. Well, that was a problem, because I didn't have any weed. I stopped smoking it. So Courtney asked one of her brothers, Tyler, if he had any. He said yes, so she went to get it.

She came back with a baggie of weed, but it looked like raw spinach leaves. She took a handful and put it in a vase of water, and put whipped cream on the top. Apparently, this was supposed to get you high if you sat near it and just kind of smelled it for awhile. So that's what we did, and it did get us high.

~

I was looking at my friend Bret's Facebook page. I saw pictures of him and his older sister. She was graduating college, and he was with her in the pictures, looking very sad. She was apparently graduating from Brown University. She had a red cap and gown on in the pictures. I think he wanted the honor of graduating from Brown. His sister looked like she was trying to cheer him up in the pictures. I wrote on his wall, recollecting a "memory" of us doing lots of drugs together, and how much fun we had had.

~

I was at a coffee shop, I think it was Einstein's (a coffee and bagel shop). It was very crowded, and I was sitting with my friends Sara, Sarah, Leigh, and Stephanie at a booth. The waiter, a man with short, curly hair, resembling a customer that frequents the shop I work at in waking life, came up to our table to take our orders. I ordered a small cappucino and a sandwich. The waiter told me that they were out of small cups...all they had left were larges. I told him alright, give me a large, but just fill it halfway up and charge me for a small, because there was no way I could drink a large. He left to go fill our order. I watched him go to this big bar in the middle of the shop, where they did all their cooking and drink building.

We all sat around and talked for awhile, and it seemed like our order was taking forever. Finally, the waiter came back with our drinks. He placed a small mug in front of me that was only half full. He left before I could say anything about it. Everyone else's orders were correct. I also didn't have the sandwich I had ordered. Stephanie offered me some of her tomato basil soup, but I said no thank you, and that I had eaten that for lunch that day. I got up to get my drink corrected.

Then, I was outside, and there was a huge line of people dressed in Renaissance clothing, all waiting to get into Einstein's, but they were all waiting outside not a shop, but an area full of tents. The sky was cloudy. I approached the manager, a bigger Indian or African man with light brown skin. He was also dressed in Renaissance clothing. I said hello, and he shook my hand. I told him I had a complaint, and he told me to follow him to his tent. We went up to his tent, and I told him about the drink mishap. He nodded and listened. Every time I looked at him, his skin got darker and darker.

I don't remember what he said, but he seemed...off. Like he had something up his sleeve. I realized I was dreaming, but kept talking to him. Then, as I got up to leave, I decided to take control of the dream. I examined my hands to induce clarity. I started to float upwards, but then, I remembered one of my lucid goals: To talk to a dream character. I turned around, and said,

"You know what? This is a dream!"
He didn't seem to believe me, so I kept talking. I decided to ask him some questions.
"What's 2+2?", I asked.
"4!", he replied.
"Ok, what's my middle name?"
"Nicole!", he replied.
I continued,
"Now how could you know that if we just met today? How could you possibly know my middle name?"
He got very flustered, and said
"Uh, um...uh...because...because..."
I finished for him.
"Because you're a projection of my subconscious!", I said triumphantly.

I decided to get out of the tent by floating up through the top of the tent. I flew up, and started to tear through the burlap of the tent. I felt how real the burlap felt. I tore through layers and layers of it, and then everything went black, and I woke up.

I don't remember much of this one. I just now was reminded that I even dreamed it after getting, uh, you know

My parents and I are doing something. Whatver it is, it seemed completely serious. We click on a link to get some information about something or other, and a youtube video pops up. Rick Astley begins singing, and it is apparent that we have been Rick Roll'd.

Odd coincidence, now that I think about it.

the whole fuckin universe is vibrating into other dimensions. I have 360 vision in 360 worlds. I feel like am going completely batshit insane. I am enjoying. I am not ... I am everything and nothing.

Is this what infinty feels like? I am at the golden zero point in the center of of the lemniscate.

I am Tezcatlipoca. I am you. I am the god of dreams.

Visions flood my head: snapshots of different parallel "nows" into infinity.

I am a lion-man god in a ziggurat decorated with many feathers. Humans and other cat-people are worshipping me. "SILENCE!" I roar. I am no god. I am a man, a Juarman, just like you. We are all equal."

I stand up, and tear off my feathers and headdress. I walk to the edge of the ziggurat.

"WE ARE ALL EQUAL!!!" I roar to the people.

They cheer exuberantly and throw jelly beans and cats into the air. We all sprout angel wings and fly into space.

***

I see I can perceive and dream or any moment in any lifetime I choose by focusing on it. I watch myself in the future. I see myself wearing a Chinese kung-fu shirt with long hair, typing at a computer.

"That's me logging my dream in my DJ," I laugh to myself. I look one step in the future. I am getting a drink, and doing other mundane things. I FF.

I see more and more future lifetimes the further I get away from the present, growing out like a cone. Ah... the lemniscate reappears again! I further away in the future, the harder it is to see... yet, all loops back into the zero point from whence it came, simultaneously with all.

For some reason, it seems I cannot resist getting a drink at the library today. It's as if that moment is a zero point, something inevitable.

I smash the image with my fist. It ripples, and I am wearing a brown yarn girl wig. I smash it again. Now I am wearing a rubber pig mask with the wig. WTF. Now I am a transvestite in a skirt and a football uniform wearing an ugly rubber girl mask...

OK, ENOUGH!

I was with Hudson and we were downtown, I had our wheeled chair and I was using my "spinning" technique to get around places fast.. I remember going back home for a minute to charge my phone. I then ended up atop a hill in the chair.. I rolled down fast.. Too fast! I tried to use my feet to slow down but I was barefoot! I ended up back on the front porch and saw my phone charging on the second step... This is odd because there are no outlets around here..

I then ended up opening the door and seeing Shandy, Lanie, Melissa, and Hannah. Shandy gave me some math of his to do and I took it.. I kept closing the door because I didn't want anyone to see the house.. Everyone left except for Hannah.. I was on the toilet and the door was open.. I got up when I realized she was still in the house and tried to close the door by pulling on the towel bar but it fell off, so I quickly grabbed a towel and covered myself before she came into view I then sat down when she came into view and she was puzzled by the towel.. I shut the door..

Monday, Jan 24, 2011

Married... with baby heads
Recall: 5/10
Sleep: OK
Sleep Position: Unknown

I've knocked up Chantal, so I ask her to marry me. I'm almost late for our wedding because I have to get a haircut first, but we make it just in time and get married.

The next time I see Chantal, she's already had our child. I wonder why I haven't seen her in so long and about the state of our marriage. Then I see our baby, which is just a baby's head, no body at all. It's still alive, and we love it anyways, even though it has nothing below the chin.

We feed the baby, and I wonder how that's possible. Where does the food go? Even stranger is the baby head poops an awful lot, and again I wonder how and where the poop comes from. Chantal tells me this little thing pops out the neck and shoots out poop. Finally, the rest of the baby's body pops out the neck like a balloon inflating. It's legs are a little floppy at first, but they firm up, and the baby is perfectly healthy and normal.

I leave Chantal and the baby a few thousand dollars, and the next time I see them, her friend tells me Chantal is pregnant again with at least one baby. I wonder how this is possible, because it seems I haven't seen her in a long time. Her friend tells me some of my sperm stayed alive in her body all this time and got her pregnant again. Seems like a reasonable explanation.

The Torso

I am out walking behind "my" house. The property is familiar, but it isn't like the house I live in now, or any other house I can think of at the moment. It is a little like my Grandparents' house where I used to spend time when I was really little, and where my family lived for a little while. Anyway, I decide to do some volunteer work for the U.S. Army Corps of Engineers, finding posts that mark boundaries for flood control.

I get to the top of a hill, and see some posts down in the woods. However, I also see a bag full of a human torso, and some body parts. Obviously, there has been a murder. I think to myself "I don't have much of an excuse to be out here. If the cops investigate this, they will find that I was in the area. I don't trust the legal system to not find me guilty of murder, even if there is no evidence".

I decide that the wisest course of action is to move the bag of torso to a different place. I do so, and then return to looking for posts.

My family goes somewhere. When we return, the police have found the bag, and are investigating. We go somewhere else, and when we come back the police are at the top of the hill where I was, with dogs. The dogs have traced the scent of the bag back to its original position. Then, I realize that I didn't wear gloves when I moved the back. I shudder, thinking that (a) I didn't use gloves to move the bloody mess and (b) my fingerprints are now all over the bag!

I consider the matter further. An ond bag has lots of fingerprints on it, right? How could they prove I had anything to do with the murder? And besides, if they did discover that I had had anything to do with the body, I could just tell them the truth. I think about my story, and how flimsy it will sound. I consider confessing to the police what I did. I think maybe I should send them an email, explaining that I moved the bag but didn't have anything to do with the murder. But then I think again that the justice system will probably find me guilty no matter what. I decide to leave things alone. It has been a few days, maybe this will become just another cold case.

It's graduation time, and my mother is with me. A few of my friends congratulate me and tell me how great a person I am. For the reception, I'm reaching for wine with a 21% alcohol level.

~

To dream that you are at a graduation, represents your achievements. You are successfully transitioning to a higher level. And you are ready to move forward with your accomplishments and perform more important things.

To see your mother in your dream, represents the nurturing aspect of your own character.

To dream of drinking wine, symbolizes festivity, celebration, companionship, satisfaction and success. You are content with the way your life is going. The dream may also be a pun on "whining" and how you like to whine about things. In particular, to dream that you are drinking red wine, signifies excess and sensuality.

non dream - lucid - non lucid

I’m at a hotel, with my parents. (The hotel has some resemblance to a place an Italy and to a cruise ship I’ve been on in waking life. Most of it is random though)
A few things happen… there’s a discussion with my parents… (the dream skips a few minutes ahead)
I’m following my parents downstairs. The stairs have an odd flow to them. We seem to be leaving the hotel.
I notice my parents are dressed for a fancy dinner, but I’m wearing shorts and a t-shirt. I ask my dad if I should be dressed. He says yes.
I’m annoyed that no one told me and I decide to go back to my hotel room to get changed.
On my way back I end up in some kind of a 2 floor high lobby room connecting different hotel rooms together. The structure makes little sense.
I want to go to the second floor, but the only way up is to jump onto some kind of indoor sunshade which is attached to the edge of the second floor.
I try to pull myself up but I notice the thing can barely carry my weight, I risk breaking it. Some people enter the lobby.
I feel like I look stupid and could get into trouble for breaking the thing, so I let go and push it back in its original position.

I'm confused, and look around for another way to get to the second floor.
There's a small bench in the middle of the room I'm currently in, and a young women is sitting there reading a book.
I want to ask her how to get to the second floor and approach her.
One of the hotel rooms on the current floor opens, 2 girls run our, and they leave the door wide open.
Why did they do that?
The girl from the bench gets up and looks at me: "follow me"
She starts approaching the room where the door was left open.

I follow her into the room, but I'm not really sure why.
She tells me to sit on the bed. I suddenly become aroused, but it feels weird. Something is wrong but I can't tell what it is.
She sits on my lap, just looking at me and smiling. I try to focus on figuring out what's currently happening, and suddenly I can think clearly.

I can feel my energy being drained, she's absorbing it, and judging by the look on her face, she's enjoying it quite a bit. A succubus?
I'm not amused. I send a sudden surge of energy her way. She can't absorb it this fast and jumps up in pain.
I stand up and get into a defensive position.

"How the hell did you do that? Nobody can do this, there is no way you know!"

I think I understand what she's saying. She's never met a lucid dreamer, she doesn't know that you can resist when you're lucid.
Feeling superior, I decide to play mind games with her.

"You're quite young, aren't you?"

"Screw you! This is impossible!"

I act amused and laugh at her, like she's a little child not fully understanding how the world she's in is working.
Obviously I have nearly no idea myself, but I don't show this to her.
She's pissed, and I can clearly feel her projecting thoughts my way.
She's trying to make me fall in love with her, and let her do whatever she wants to me.
The feeling is strong, she grows more attractive every second.

But I know what's happening, and manage to focus.

"Kiss me!" she says, absolutely certain that she managed to control me.

"No."

She jumps back furious and confused.
I laugh at her again.

"You better not try this again in the future young one."

She's scared. She draws a portal, gives me another quick look and flees through it.
I contemplate following her for a second but the portal closes behind her.

The dream fades away...

Today I couldn't really remember a lot when I woke up, but over the day I started to remember some vague details:

this one was written during WBTB:
I'm in my old elementary school, I am helping people to install Dutch-programs (WTH!!) because only the one for the last year works (the name had the letters 'SP' in it, wonder if that was a sign...). I try something with an old flashdrive to put R4-Chips in. Dream Recall minimal.

DS: Back at old elementary school, the old flashdrive I never use.

This is what I started to remember over the day, only some vague fragments:
Somethin with my crush' tarantula. I wrote something on my forehead with bleu pen (it may have been 'lucid' god, I'm really missing the hints...) and felt like I should wash it of, it worked. I remember the feeling of the pen and the washing of feeling very real. Something with a red haired girl in a white parka (may have been a charrie from a book I read). Something with a snow-covered hill. Someone (female, with dreadlocks) is getting hit by several people, woman stopping it. Something with some sort of indians (the sort of indians from America, not India).

DS: The tarantula acting odd, writing on my own forehead, indians

Used 2mg of melatonin and 100mg of b6 last night to no effect. Dream recall was moderate at best, and the dreams i do remember kinda suck. This is just going to be an update.

As a segway from the previous dream, the cop who had come to his senses
bought plane tickets for me and some other people. I am not certain as to where
we were going. The next thing I remember, we were in seats taking off, but this
wasn't an ordinary plane. It looked like a fancy building on the inside and our group
were the only passengers. There was a fountain in the center and all the seats were
along the side on a balcony. I knew we were still on the plane because each side was
lined with windows and I could clearly see clouds. The people on the plane consisted
of my family, my best friend, my crush, and a friend from college who has never met
either of them. She seemed to be best friends with my crush. I did absolutely nothing
for a while, just joining in the conversation and such, then finally, it was time to land.
we all got in our seats and fastened the belts. Then there was a countdown of some
sort and we were almost landed when I woke up.

I am at my house, in my front yard, and it is mid-day. I am, in some way,
disfigured ( like a zombie or something ), and the only one who sees me
for the normal person that I am is my best friend. We are down on my
driveway talking when a police car goes by. We know that for some reason
the police are looking for me, and I'm like America's most wanted. So I run
as fast as I can into the woods but it's too late. The cop already saw me and
called in for backup. Seconds later, a cop comes with a backhoe and starts
trying to kill me with the arm. I manage to grab on to it hang on. I forget what
happened next but somehow the cop realized that I never actually did
anything and decides to help me. It gets a little fuzzy after that.

I was in class and I was making friends with a few people, and the bell rung. I was leaving, but they all wanted me to walk with them instead of by myself. I turned around and walked with them, and we all got to a point where our classes went a separate way. I was thinking I could get used to do this on a regular basis, and I looked up at the sky and saw this huge satellite.

All of a sudden there was a big blast that emitted from it, and the satellite began it's decent. Everyone was panicking and trying to run in doors. I was just saying "i knew this would happen". And I headed to a set of doors and i noticed that there were gray hand prints on the doors from where people were trying to get out of that particular building. I waited there until the explosion subsided, and walked inside.

It was my next class. I was late, and I was looking for a seat. I sat on one side of the room, and changed my mind, and sat on the other. I don't know what the teacher was talking about, but it was very dark, and there was some presentation.


I also had a dream that I was watching a movie in a theater, and the people in it were skiing in the desert.

I was in a living room lying on the floor smoking a cigarette (something I've been quit for over two years now). I turned to my friend who was lying beside me, stumped the cigarette out and gave him the packet of 20 cigarettes because I was dissapointed in my self for smoking. I got up, went to sit on the couch and started to watch the TV. At this point I got wind that I might have been in a dream, but I wasn't entirely sure so I decided to do my most common reality check (looking away and looking back). Since I had turned my attention away to my friend who I gave the packet of cigarettes to I looked back at him and I noticed he had a 10 pack of a different brand, at first I thought it was a good indication of a dream however I thought to my self that he might have simply put the 20 pack I gave him away and the ones I was looking at were his 10 pack, so I turned my attention to the TV.

One the TV was an advert, it was of a family in a kitchen, advertising what, I don't know. As I watched the TV advert it looked like any TV advert would look in real life, people were speaking coherent sentences (unfortunately I don't remember what words were said), everything made sense and no matter how many times I looked away when I looked back at the TV it continued playing just where it left off. I even looked around the room at the people who were with me, some sitting on chair/couch, some siting at a dining table and again no matter how many times I looked away, when I looked back everything was just how I left it.

I was confused, really confused, for the first time in my life I was absolutely convinced it was reality. I sat there for a moment and thought to my self; I tried to remember how I got there and I couldn't (this unfortunately didn't act as a reality check as all other checks seemed to override it). My reality was a mess, I had no memory, I was completely lost, the world I once knew was no more and I had no idea what my place in this world was. Eventually I just accepted it and said to my self "this is reality," at which point one of the dream characters looked at me and laughed, as if to say "of course it's reality, stupid!"

I turned to my cousin who sat beside and asked him if he wanted to leave, to which he replied yes. He got up from the couch and when he stood up I put my hand out to him as if to help me up. He just looked at me, I said to him "help me up please," to which he replied "get up your self you lazy bitch!" This wasn't normal behaviour for him, the confusion set in again and I started to get angry. I shoved him and he shoved me back, so I grabbed ahold of him and pushed him right into the TV which was still playing just as coherently as it was before, untill the screen smashed.

I turned to the people sat at the dining table and they looked at me like I was crazy, I started to question the people I was with and it became too much for me. As much as I was willing to accept reality, I had to do one final check and try to wake my self up, it was the only way I was going to find out for sure what was reality. I woke my self up...

I notcied a little pain in my left palm and I noticed a tiny piece of metal protruding from the palm of my left hand. I managed to grip it with my fingernails and pulled on it and out came a long thin ball point pen.