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OCT/03/2011 - I woke up this monring with a feeling that my dreams during this last evening were not lucid at all. I went to bed focused on saying to myself: "I will have a lucid dream this night", over and over.
However, no results achieved this evening. Will try harder this evening.

PS: I have a feeling that a cold shower might help.

TS

[MILD induced DILD]
dreamsigns
lucid
It was late evening, dark. I was with another person (male) and 2 kids on a shore of a long lake, with small lit-up houses/shops on the right. (In the morning I realized it reminded me of a shoreline of Avalon on Catalina Island in California, where ocean is to your left, there is a walkway with simple guardrail and shops/houses right across the street on the right side).

We were all dressed in pants, t-shirts and windbreakers. We decided to go to an evening outdoor concert. I realized that it's colder than we thought and I had to go to get some more clothes. So I started walking by the handrail towards the houses on the other side of the lake, when I decided to fly there. I hopped up on the guardrail and jumped up and flew quite fast over the lake, with arms spread out, like a Superman.

(Now, I did fly in my dreams quite often, but always with trouble, never been able to fly high, mostly just climb on a tree and flap my arms really hard, or jump in the air couple times while flapping my arms like a madman and take a flight, but only few feet of the ground).

In a middle of the lake I thought to myself "This would be great time to have a dream". Two things happened at the same time. I got a very strong feeling emanating from my abdomen area, something like great joy and I KNEW that Lucid Dream is coming, and my right hand lifted in front of me. It was all distorted, fingers like waves, flat, kinda like geckos toes, and seemed to be more of them than five. This view of my hand freaked me out a little bit.

I asked myself if I'm dreaming and with grin from ear to ear I answered yes. I forgot all about getting clothes and thought about what to do now that I'm lucid. I figured let's fly someplace. (I love flying dreams.) Started flying around but everything was dark. Got kinda disappointed and woke up.

[Went to bed around 12.45am, woke up from a dream at 2.53am.
Before bed, I read for couple hours about LD, practiced nose pinch and finger through palm RC and saying that "Next time I dream, I will RC and realize I'm dreaming".

Didn't really practice the looking at the hand and counting fingers RC, just a few times, much less than other RCs. But when in bed, I did my mantra and looked at my hand and asked myself if I'm dreaming as I was falling asleep for about 15 minutes. And yet, the hand RC showed up and got me lucid.]

Rebound fail?

It feels like I didn't dream at all my recall is that bad. Can't tell if my REM periods were extended or not. Disappointed in myself


EDIT: I recalled part of my dream:

Dream Fragment

I was in some kind of super market (I've been here in a previous dream) and I vaguely remember something about pizzas. Also there was this cream to go on top of this dessert so I tried whipping fresh pouring cream. I did this for a while but to no avail (I was trying to make it thick). In the end I just got out a can of the cream that squirts out and my mum who was suddenly stood next to me said "Oh why didn't you use that in the first place?"

This took all morning for me to recall this

Had 1 really vivid dream last night, and 1 that I can't really remember much about.

1) I was living on a ferry in some sort of university where I was learning Japanese, but at a Degree standard.
My teacher was russian - tall, quite ugly, with her hair tied tightly back. She was strictly japanese - i think we had to be VERY accurate with our speaking, bow, etc. She recommended I watch a Japanese film (which I cannot remember the name of) in order to learn better. I thought this was a good idea. I also remember a mental image of the ground floor where the entrance and main hall was, and it looked like hogwarts - fairly dim lighting coming from chandeliers and candles. There was a staircase on either side of the large room, leading to a hall on the second floor. There were also halls on the left and right of the grand floor, and I'd just come from the right. I was standing next to the entrance.

2) I was in a new college, but not the real life college that I've currently just started. I was walking around the main library area, and it was extremely crowded. There were people rushing around and very excited to be in the library, as the college had a large focus on personal tuition and career choices. The library was very typical for a library - very grey, with grey carpets that you find in schools, the ones that you can get carpet burns from really easily. There were no lights on, but it was well lit from outdoor light through windows on the sides. There was something in particular that I was looking for, but I cannot remember what. Eventually, I decided to walk upstairs to the disabled + young children section. I remember initially feeling nervous and self concious, but I decided to not care what people thought of me and just went for it. I walked up the staircase near the right of the main room at the back, and when I walked to the top I stood there for a minute, taking everything in. I saw young children mainly as I looked around. I was looking for a music section, and eventually found it, immediately looking for a specific white keyboard. This room was equally large, but was far more quiet. I could see lots of musical toys - everything I could imagine. I remember thinking "I bet they don't have toy electric guitars", and upon saying it 3 of the same red toy guitar caught my eye. I walked closer to it, examining the right shelves before turning to the left shelves. I couldn't see it on the left, but as soon as I looked on the left side of it, I found the white keyboard. It looked like a fairly basic keyboard, but it was actually a fairly complex synthesizer. I began to test it out, fiddling with the keys and the modulation wheel. I played with a distorted guitar patch, and it sounded incredible. The modulation wheel wasn't doing what I wanted to, no matter what settings I fiddled with, so I looked around for help. I noticed a good looking woman around 30 years old bent over and organizing the toys to my left. She was fairly tall, busty, and had white-blonde hair. I was scared of talking to her, as I had talked to her before online, and I worried that it was going to be awkward. However, she noticed I was having trouble and came to me to help. She didn't recognize me, or pay much attention to me - she just immediately took control of the keyboard, coming out with some Jibberish that made no sense, even to me, someone who knows a fair amount about electronic sound synthesis. She said something about the low frequency oscillator controlling the wrong parameters, but it was much more complex than that. I awkwardly thanked her. There was also a vocoder on the synth.

I was back in the main section of the library. I can't remember if this came before or after the last section, but it was definitely part of the same dream. I was now amongst all the people rushing around, and I was holding a small card in my hand, about the same size as a business card. It had information that meant I was guaranteed a job in the given career field. Students could exchange these cards with Employers, who would take it and immediately take you on. I had already had a job with my friend Franzi, helping her work in the kitchen of a local hotel (which she does IRL). She had red hair in the dream, and we weren't enjoying the job at all, so she quit very shortly, and so did I. This is why I was rushing around - I had just found another card, and I was looking for the place to exchange it for a new job.

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Good morning! Had a frag with my brother in it last night.

22.10: Sleep

05.10: Fragment
*I'm being chased in a big building. I get into an elevator and try to find the button for going to the bottom floor. I press the "2" button and then the "0" one. The elevator stops at the second floor and I get out and run down the stairs instead. My brother Martin shows up as I enter the basement. I spot a train and try to make it to it before the doors close, but the doors close right before me. Martin starts talking really loud and I tell him to be quiet. He wants to go back up by crawling through the ventilation shaft for some reason. "Are you stupid?" I ask him. He starts singing like he's crazy. I run away and head for the stairs again. I can hear his singing echoing off of the walls.

05.10: Wake up

Amount of sleep: 7 hours

Supplements: None

That's it!

Keep on dreaming, HARE BRA!

Was at some weird apartment with Leo. We were putting a bed together. It was kind of boring and a shitty mattress. We had to wash our sheets. I drove through Seattle with Leo and got lost. Next thing I was with baron and kara at a new yoga studio. It was supposed to be with Tina but it looked like a substitute. We were doing new poses that were annoying. Baron came up to me and started licking me. I laughed and ran downstairs to to try and find him a leash. We went to my moms house after. It was really sunny and these two yoga ladies were walking past us talking about taking a shpongle class and how eating healthy is very important. I got very good vibes from them and said I liked them. They smiled and left.

Dina broke her ankle while showering. I told everyone how I hated paying the bills but did it anyway and got rent money from dina. I went to pay. The rent lady was being a bitch so I went to another one. The lady there said the rent was more thanks it was supposed to be and I argued with her a bit. She was nice though and I went to go check the mail to confirm that the price was the correct amount.

Was in a giant building with jazz clubs inside. The walls were covered in red fabric drapes hanging on rod iron polls. Much of the becoming of this dream has been forgotten. I do remember that I was somewhat being fallowed by someone. I kept going from jazz club to jazz club, listening to music, switching seats, and looking back over my shoulder constantly to check to see if someone was getting closer. Finally I reach a coat closet and I hide I am aware that the stalker is getting closer. The light throughout this much of the dream had been very dim but I could still see out of the crack of the doorway. I stood there watching as women dressed like flappers walked by. The man fallowing me stood there for a bit but then he too walked passed me. When I felt the coast was clear I left the bathroom. I was stunned to see the man waiting for me in a large hallway. Someone shouted for me to run. I did here but it seemed very slow motion. I think a bullet flew past me. I open a door of a kindergarten classroom and lock the door behind me. I tell the children to hide in a lockdown style. I wait for a minute and then I realize that the man is suddenly chopping the door down with an axe. I SUDDENLY REALIZE THAT I AM DREAMING but I am not sure how to stop the man. I start telling myself loudly that this all a dream and I can make him stop but he wasn't stopping. I think I got extremely anxious here because everything goes black here. I am in a new dream now. I can remember the one from the before but I am not lucid yet. I was going back to highschool and apparently allen was gonna go with me. I walked into class and saw Blaise and robin. I sat b Blaise and talked for a long while. Then the teacher passed out yearbooks to all of us. I realize that allen had left the classroom several minutes ago and that I didn't feel like signing year books, so I would leave and try to find him. I walk out and find him immediately waiting for me. We decide to get inhis car. We realize that a car is fallowing us. I make allen turn right 4 times and the man fallowing us does the same. We suddenly are nolonger in my a car but now running from the man. I recognize the man as being the one from the previous dream. I then suddenly realize its a dream and that I can just fly away. I didn't need to hop 3 times to catch air this time. I basically busted into the air like a fighter jet. This was by far the fastest I've flowen in a dream. I headed to the top of a massive hill with trees. I was doing loops and moving from side to side with perfect control. I did this for what felt like a long time before I landed at the top. Allen had been slowly trailing me and asked me how I could do that so well in my dreams. I explained that some people are better at some things then others. Other lucid flyers were making their way to the top of this hill in the clearing. I stood there taking in the view before I woke up.

I was in my house with my dad and my sister. My sister left the house and I stayed in the living room and sat down on the carpet facing a chair. Then I closed my eyes and was on a football pitch, on the outside of the box I called for the ball and then kicked it into the top corner Scholes' style. I went crazy when I scored but when I woke up, I was still in the living room.

You can say it's not but whatever.

I had another irregular night's sleep. I waited until I was very tired and then fell asleep right away. I woke up after about 4 hours. I was dreaming but the recall immediately faded. Then I couldn't get back to sleep. So I was up for what turned out to be hours watching TV. I laid back down and I think I got some sleep. I feel OK this morning. Not great.

There was a storm that was going to hit the town I live in. The news reporters were saying that they expected at least 100 families to be wiped out due to being low on the ground. I told my parents immediately that there was a storm and they needed to get to higher ground.

I woke up reciting a poem, but now I can't remember what it was. I do remember the word "about" rhyming with something else.

10/1/11

DILD

Recall: poor (it was a few days ago)

Notes: I was sleeping in a hotel

I was driving my car and struggling mightily. I was wasted and could barely control myself, let alone the car. I was nowhere close to staying in a lane. And sure enough, I look back and a cop is pulling me over. I think that there is no way I am going to get out of this. At that moment I realized that it was a dream. Thank God. It started to fade and I was okay with that because I was having a bad time anyway. After a few seconds I realized that I wanted to stay in the dream so I focused on the sensations I felt driving my car. I felt my bed under me and I lost my vision, but I was visualizing and imagining the tactile sensations. I wanted to get back into the same dream so I could go and fight the cop.

After a few moments I was back in the dream with my car stopped. I got out and walked over to the cop car. I wanted to beat the crap out of him. I look in the window and he was a....her. And she was pretty hot. She was short and thin with dark red hair. I went to plan B and started making out with her. Things got hot and heavy for awhile and I think I moved on to involve other girls too.

After awhile I noticed that some cops were after some black guy. I decided to join the hunt. He ran to the front of a large apartment building and flew up. I tried to fly up, but I was too close to the wall and when I got close I lost speed and had to grab a ledge. It ended up being a 40 ft. super jump. I quickly climbed to the top of the building and resumed the chase. He turns and tries to fight me. I decide to instead use my telekinesis to suspend him in the air, helpless. He ran at me and I lifted him up. His momentum caused him to drift in the air towards me. I take a step back and I am holding him still about 3 ft. in the air. He squirms and tries to fight his way out, but it doesn't help. I am bringing him back to the police when I wake up.

I've just moved in to college. I have a dorm room to myself that is very high up in an apartment building. For some reason, I'm really in to guns, as is my dad. In my room, I have a little porch that I can sit on with a chair, pool table, and a few other little things. It's shared with other people on my floor. I have 2 guns: a old repeating rifle, and a .22 caliber revolver. (I do not know anything about guns IRL, so I don't know if those terms make sense. It's just what I remember from the dream. I think I got them from video games) I leave to go do some things, and when I get back, the shiny silver revolver has been stolen. I ask around and the lunchlady (or janitor or something) says she might know who stole my gun. She hands me a picture with three ladies on it. They look like they're sitting on a park bench at night or something.

Someone suggests that I run this photograph through a computer so that it can identify the people for me. I know that this is nonsense. There's a few reverse image searches on the internet, but the probability that this random photograph (glossy, as if it was originally film) was posted on the web on a public site is basically nothing. But I run the picture through the computer anyway. I think it's hooked up to a police database or something. It comes up with names for all of the women. I then cross-reference these names with visitor records to the dorm, and find that they all came to the dorm a few days ago. I look up security footage for that day, and follow them around as best as I can. I notice that when they're close to my room, my gun is already missing.

So, then I go find the lady who was closest to my gun (by magic I guess?) and ask her if she's seen it. She gets nervous and says that she hasn't. I grab her arm, but my hand into her... umbrella and find my gun. I say that she's welcome to argue that this gun is hers, but I'll be confirming the registration, and I think that it will be a match to mine. She's also welcome to sue me for my methods of finding her, but she won't have much luck. After all, I didn't steal the photograph I used to identify her, and I used public resources.

Also, I remember going to my dad's house. He had a bunch of guns set up in the back of the house. Like 40 or so. Tons of boxes of ammo and stuff. I look around, find one that says "carbine" on it, and aim through the little scope. It's hard to see through it.

I also had another dream last night, but I only remember fragments. There was a huge sort of.. play pen complex. Kind of like those networks of tunnels and slides that you see at the kids section at McDonald's. I don't know what to call those. This thing is huge though. It's hundreds of stories high, and kind of inter-networked with an apartment building. I know that a woman lives up there in one of the glass domes that you can look out of, so I go trying to find her. I don't remember anything else about this part. Later I was exploring with my fiancee Alisha. We find a sort of ... dock thing. It's wooden and made out of that dark pine wood that docks are made out of. I think ships might have been involved.

So I remember this one from like the middle of it and so my brother and I were in some sort of flying structure thing and we were going over the valley where I live except it was like an ocean and a mountain near my house was on an island. So my brother and I flew over the ocean and earlier he said he hoped his life jacket would work. So then we had to drop into the ocean and we started falling really fast but I didn't get that weird stomach feeling as we fell. So again he said he hoped his thing would work and I said we were going too fast. So anyways we were underwater but I couldn't swim for the life of me. I started to panic and then I saw these floaty red things that would take you to the surface so as one passed I grabbed it and held on tight and it brought us to the surface. So we both were sitting there just floating and so we had to swim back to our island which I guess was new York city and not my town, so we swam and I though we were at the Chicago island when we got there, but my brother said that new York had streets facing the ocean so we were home and we talked to some people and yeah.

The Night of Awareness.
I'm pretty proud! Last night I was very aware in my dreams, and some of them were very vivid. 1 time I was close to become lucid, 1 time I'm not sure about, and 1 time I became lucid! I'm going to tell you about them all 3!
Thanks for reading!

Lucid
Non-Lucid
Thoughts

The Party:

This is the first dream. I'm not sure if it was a non-lucid or a lucid, and I can only remember the end of the dream. I really have no idea, but I'm just going to mark it with blue anyway.

I was talking with some people. It was in a big room, and there wasn't so much light. Somewhere I remember it as a party, but everything was just grey and black. They were drinking something, maybe a beer. I don't drink, and I walked away from them. I often talk to myself, and I said to myself: "The alarm is probably going to wake me up soon, if not it's weird" And then the alarm began to ring, and I woke up. Scary.

Tennis Awareness:

This is the dream, where I almost became lucid. If I haven't woke up, I'm pretty sure that I would had became lucid.

I was standing in a room. Some DCs was playing tennis. The room was warm, and people were sweating. The floor was yellow, like the floor in the P.E room, and there was theese weird football things, and lines on the floor in different colours. One of the DCs, who I've never seen before, came over to me. She had her blonde hair in a horsetail, and was sweating. Suddently, the music turned off, and there wasn't one person who said anything, there was completely silence. She said to me: "Look at the colours. Look at the floor. Look at all the details. This could be a dream. Remember to do it." and then I woke up.

The Sunny Tree:

This is the lucid one. I was lucid in a very short moment, but when I get lucid more often, I have to train to be there for longer time.
This was a kind of a nightmare, because I cried and wasn't so happy, and I think the dream is too personally. So I'm just going to post the end of the dream, the lucid-part. Okay..

...I walked out of the door, and out in the awesome weather. The sun shined on my skin, and I could feel the cold wind. I remembered Puffins SAT technique, and began to look around on the details. The tree was really green, and it was very beautiful. It almost danced in the wind. It was amazing. Suddently, it hitted me, that I didn't knew this place. And how did I get here?
"This could be a dream!" I said to myself. I tried to remember how I get there, but I couldn't. Yes, it was a dream. I was just about to do a RC, just to confirm that it really was....when I woke up.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was in some place that looked like a living room. But there were a lot of people there. The living room was lit with natural light, which came in through a big window off to my left. I sat along a wall with a lot of other people. In front of the window may have been some boxes or cases, like guitar cases.

A tall, white man with shoulder-length, brown hair walked up to one of the guitar cases and picked it up. (Or he may have brought a guitar case to the window and sat it down.) It looked like the man was struggling a bit with the guitar and case. So I got up to help the man.

I found that I was really of no help at all. I tried to grab one end of the case and just dropped it. The case was really heavy! Somehow the man managed to arrange the case or pick it up or something.

I knew the guitar was the man's guitar. I knew the man was in a band, so that he was out playing this guitar all the time. I asked the man, "No offense, don't take this the wrong way. But -- how can you play a guitar like that for a whole show?" By this time the man had the guitar out and was tuning it. I continued, "I can barely lift the thing. How can you carry it for a whole show?"

The man may have made some comment to me about how I shouldn't be so lazy, and how it wasn't so hard to carry the guitar.

I got a closer look at the guitar. It was made up of a lot of gagues and meters, like for some kind of electrical reading apparatus. The strings and tuning knobs themselves looked more like high-tech machine parts than guitar parts.

The man had started playing something. An old woman came up to me, as if to dance with me to the music. The old woman was just a bit shorter than I, with a big, round hairstyle of dyed-bright-red hair. She was slightly tan, with slightly wrinkled skin. She wore black sunglasses and some kind of white, soft, leather jacket.

I spun the old woman around a few times. But I started to wonder if everybody around me would think I was in love with this old woman, since I was dancing with her.

I sat in the room, in the dark. A light shone on the wall across from me. It was like a round spotlight. It shone on two or three spots of a map. The spots may have moved around. The map showed countries, possibly like in Europe. The colors of the countries were probably pink, purple, and orange.

I was standing up again, in the daylight again, and possibly dancing with another person, possibly my brother or sister.

Dream #2

I was in a place like a zoo or some kind of national park. It was daytime. The light was slightly pale, the sky may have been partly cloudy, and the air cool and a little breezy. I had just walked away from some group of people, possibly my family, or maybe a group of friends. I think I went away from them so I could go get my shoes.

I was walking on a wide, stone-tile path. There were big groups of people all over the place. Off to my left was an asphalt path that went back through a moderately wooded area, up a small hill, possibly to some mansion at the top of the hill. I kept going forward.

I walked past long stretches of benches that ran along the curves of the wide stone-tile path. There were crowds of people standing and lounging around, and crowds of people sitting on the benches.

Toward the end of one of the stretches of benches I saw an old friend from high school, Michelle, who I hadn't thought about in years. She looked a lot different. She had short hair, buzzed all around the sides, with just a flip of dyed-blue hair for a kind of bangs-effect. She wore a blue hoodie and blue jeans. She may have been sitting with a girl, who may have been her girlfriend.

I was happy to see Michelle again, and I called to her. I may actually have thought she was one of my cousins. I had to keep on going -- I had to find my shoes -- but I yelled out to Michelle, as I passed her, that I'd stop to talk to her when I got back.

This path had apparently run along the edge of a cliff or steep slope, which was off to my right. The path went down a gentle slope just past where I saw Michelle. I must have gotten down to the bottom of the slope.

In my mind's eye I saw my shoes: they were old, worn out, brown leather shoes, almost like something in a Van Gogh painting.

I don't know if I ever found my shoes. But I was now running back up the hill. I had to get back to the people I left, so we could leave the "zoo" for the day. And I had to get back to them on time. But before I went back to the people I'd left, I wanted to see if I could talk to my friend/cousin one last time.

But as I was running, I got jammed up. It was like some person in the park was trying to be a jerk and had gotten in my way. Somehow I'd gotten tangled up with this person, who I couldn't see -- I think they were behind me. I kept struggling and struggling until I was free. I then kicked the person.

When I turned around to the person -- I'd expected to see some tall, white guy who was being a jerk -- I saw a kind of short, really fat, black woman in a police officer's uniform. The woman started yelling at me, "You think it's cool to hit a police officer? You're gonna pay for that!"

I was trying to figure out what I needed to do to make up to the police officer. But she now started giving me a kind of mild lecture on how there was no running in the zoo, how it was too dangerous. She may have said, "Especially when you're not wearing shoes."

I suddenly realized I knew this woman. She "had been" a "ranger" at one of the New York City Parks I'd worked at in the past. (IWL she had been a different kind of worker than a ranger.) She was now a bit taller than me, in much better shape, with a bit lighter skin-tone, and wearing a ranger's uniform.

The woman started talking to me about what had been going on in the parks since I had left. I thought this woman was taking up all the time I'd wanted to spend talking to my cousin/friend. I thought she could even make me too late to re-join my group and go home. But I thought I should sit here and listen to her anyway. I was still trying to make up for having, technically, assaulted her.

The woman's main focus was some woman who had gotten kicked out of the Parks Service. The kicked-out woman had done some apparently scandalous things. But they didn't sound very scandalous: mostly just spending too much time talking to park-goers and not enough time doing her actual job.

As my old co-worker spoke, it became night. My old co-worker became a kind of tall, overweight man wearing glasses. The man was black, with a light skin-tone and freckles. We stood in the blue night, at the edge of an asphalt path, near a stand of some tall pine trees.

The man kept telling the story of the kicked-out woman. Apparently on the day the woman had been confronted, she'd been having a really bad day. She'd actually gotten violent with some people. But now that she'd been confronted, she'd gotten even more violent.

The man backed himself deep into the stand of trees, almost to the edge of some cliff or steep slope. I had to walk into the trees to see the man, who stood under a clear sky hung with a huge, clear, white moon.

The man began acting out all the violent motions the woman had made when she had been confronted. The man was tossing his limbs all over the place and shouting. He looked crazy. I was a little afraid, as if I thought the man would attack me.