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This is really a dream entry, so ya...last night was my second attempt at an Astral Projection. I was supposed to feel "vibrations," pretty much do a WILD, which I did, I felt the vibrations and I said to myself,"Oh, there's the vibrations they [the website] was talking about." As I said that I opened my eyes, I look at my arm which was hanging off the bed, but while my eyes were open, it felt as if they were closed, I felt lighter. I felt a cold draft and woke up..
So it wasn't really successful, but it was cool :3

I am in Britney Spears' class. Funny, as I am class of '86. Anyway, I want to ask her to sign my baseball. I have a baseball for my friends to sign and one for geniuses (or otherwise worthy people) to sign in my waking life.

I don't want her to think that I'm one of her love-smitten fans, but I want her autograph. I tell her something like, "I'm only going to be a senior once--"

She interrupts and says kind of sarcastically, "Oh, your a senior?" faking being impressed, and I knew it. I tried to show a genuine interest in show-business. I won first place in a Halloween costume contest two years in a row in my waking life. I tried to tell her that but couldn't get it out. She was interrupting me and didn't seem interested.

At one point she came close to me and I had my hand barely touching her hair. It wasn't my intent, but she came up to me. Then, she started becoming less interested. I forget part of the dream, but it was all just to get her to realize it made since that I would get her to sign my baseball. If we go to school together, she could just sign my baseball without it being such a big deal.

I never actually requested the signature.

20.02.2011

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I travelled back in time so I could redo this year of university all over again. On the first day of class I sat front row (I'm already being a model student ) but I had forgotten to remind J not to miss the bus so he arrived late. (In the dream this was my fault for some reason.)

The next day I didn't want to go to class so I hid in the bathroom. (model student mode: over ) There were two faucets to wash my hands with one for humans and one for robots. The one for humans didn't have any soap dispenser but the one for robots had a button labeled "AIDS", which for some reason produced soap. I used it and was pleasantly surprised until I started worring that the soap might be contaminated with AIDS.

Then I hid in a bathroom stall because I didn't feel like going to class. I heard someone walking outside.

Suddenly I was Spongebob. (Seriously subconscious, stop it with spongebob dreams.) I had to win a race. Patrick tried it but didn't manage it because he kept running past the finnish line until he went round the world and back again. What you had to do was reach the finnish line but run back once you managed to grab a pie.

I did it and remembered that if I returned with the pie I would be crowned king. The moment I grabbed the pie the dream image froze and became pencil colored. With Spongebob brandishing a blue shield and prouldly holding his pie and Patrick standing beside him. When I went back to town (I had to reach a wooden house) I rallied a lot of townspeople to go with me.

Once I got to the house the cops wouldn't let me enter and wanted to confiscate my pie. (I think I'd stopped being spongebob by this time.) I started arguing with them and saying that it was just f****** pie and offering them a sample for analysis but they said that they couldn't let me pass, just doing their job. Then I came upon their boss, who let me pass after I gave him half my pie and he became convinced that it wasn't something dangerous.

I entered the house and had to call the townspeople back because they'd grown bored and walked away. I saw someone riding a huge warhorse past one of the house windows, probably the king (who was going to abdicate in my favour).

I was at a bank talking to a teller, and this guy who looked like security came up to me and started talking to me. I greeted him, and said something positive, and all of a sudden, the guy starts telling me to leave. I told him I wasn't done, and he starts yelling at me. Then the guy punched me in the stomach, and I didn't feel anything. He did it again, with the same results, and I just started hitting him on the top of the head and the back of the neck, and slowly I saw the guy pull out a chrome gun. I immediately started running, and hit the ground when I assumed he would have had enough time to take it out of the holster, and aim. I heard to shots go off, and I ducked around a corner. I couldn't help but think "why does this guy want to kill me.....maybe it's a dream", but I didn't want to risk it. I continued crawling and rounded the corner. There was some bald headed guy who looked rather clam that whipped out an uzi all of a sudden, and started firing a storm of rounds at me. The dream ended.

Technique: DILD (unintentional due to ISP)
Dream Control: 9
Dream Length: loooong
Recall: Above Average
Vividness: Excellent



So I'm about to go on this training mission, and one of my old drill sergeants is there, and she's wearing this red dress. We try to line up, but no body is doing what they're supposed to do. I look down on the ground and notice tiled floor, and say "hey, everyone toe the line". They do it, but it turns out this room is shaped weird, so the formation gets changed, and we're all crooked.

Our drill sergeant tells us that we're just going to have to go on that mission right away. I said "don't worry, I'm going to kill everyone for you", and she said "no, don't do it for me, do it for you". She started crying, and said that she wasn't going to be there anymore, and this silly 80s rock music kept playing over the loud speakers.

I left and found myself in my front yard with N, and two other girls. I was flirting with them as usual, and I noticed N had stripped panties. I was going bonkers. All of a sudden, all the girls were down to bra's and panties. We started walking down the driveway, and I started noticing how everything was. It was so foggy out, but the sun wasn't even visible, but it was clearly in the middle of the day by how bright things were. There were clouds among the fog that were really low, and I said "hey, do you think this stuff looks a bit weird? Like something out of a dream?".

The girls looked a round a little bit, and I did a nose pinch. It was successful, and I skyrocketed towards the air. I saw them from below and they were figuring out that they were dreaming. When I landed, N got on her cellphone, and started calling up her boyfriend, and apologizing for what she was doing earlier. I told her that she doesn't have to worry about it, cause it's a dream. All of a sudden she started turning black, almost melting and merging with the phone. She slushed down into a puddle of murk, and I knew it was boss time.

I ran over to the mailbox, and said I needed weapons, and smashed it with my fist. The mailbox was immediately filled with gloves and some other training equipment. I grabbed a dagger, and smashed the mail box again, this time requesting guns. I grabbed the barrel and pulled out this short stock desert brown, m-16 carbine. It was so light, that it felt like like a watergun. I headed back over there, and got a few blows in and the boss died seconds later. I told the other DC's to wait for me next time we get some action. One of them told me it was a training program and they could always make more.

I shot my gun a few times randomly, and some guy in a truck looking for trouble pulled up. I told him that he didn't want to mess with me at all. The guy proceeded to pull out a gun and shoot me. I grabbed his arm and the guy had a heart attack. I said "I'll make it rain bullets on you". I grabbed his gun, and shot the bullets so slow that they came out like toy bullets. They went maybe a foot in the air, arched and landed on his body. I proceeded to empty the chamber, and everyone was laughing. One of the DC's was commenting about the weird crap I do in my dreams when I'm lucid.

*I live in Zasada and Melissa comes to see me. It seems like we cannot meet each other. George tells me what they used to do, that she was giving him a BJ and he was browsing some porn websites from Jablonec University. Then he is supposed to leave, probably to Australia and we are chatting in front of my house. It must be winter time because there is snow everywhere. George wants to catch a bus so I tell him to go to the bus stop near “mestanka”, but he says he will go to the bus stop near the “small” school. So we say hi to each other. Then I go to the bus stop near the Mestanka and see a man running towards me. Then the bus passes by and I run home. Suddenly, the man runes by me, stops at Fiala house and shout “Marcel, Marcel”. He comes close to the fence where a german sheppard is. He starts to hug the dog. The dog runs up a heap of snow and gets over the fence. I think that the dog must know the man, from how they are close to each other and greet each other. I think its Jara’s brother. I try to see his face, and he reminds me of Jara a bit. Then I get to our house and I can see that the drive way is all covered in snow so I want to clear it but the shovel is broken. I notice an old car, looking like “trabant” in our drive way with a little light on inside as if the door was open so I call on my mum that she left the car door pen. I push on the door to close them. After I take the red shovel and start clearing the drive way.
**I am melting chocolate on baking trays. For some reason it makes me feel really good. When it’s all melted and cold again, I put them in a small box.
***Behind my work place, where the entrance to loading bay is there is some dig being done as it is in reality. They are fixing some water pipes or so. Next time I walk there I can see worker filling the dig with sand, but in a rather odd way as if they were making something there. They put a bit here and a bit there. So I walk there and ask them why they do it that way. They tell me, that then the sand settles better.

2/19-20. 12. 9. In class. Looks like NHS P buildings. Engineer Dxxx is teaching the class as a sub I think. Kristy Xxxxx is like D.O. or something. We’re correcting papers/ homework. Dxxx leaves and Kristy starts to dance. Dxxx comes back in and Kristy is able to recover and look like she was just standing there. Dxxx asks what’s funny. We say Kristy was dancing and she dances again. Then she’s sitting in a desk. She makes herself fall out of it. Then we’re having a BBQ lunch. I’m at a table, the desks have disappeared and become long tables, and eating with Kristy. Some guy that looks like Dodd sits with us. An Asian guy sits down too and shows us that his yogurt moves his spoon. He lets the spoon sit in the cup and it starts to slowly move around the cup. He says it’s because of the bacteria that’s in yogurt. “Take a look!” I look but can’t really see anything.

918. Going to record a song. I grab these lightsaber looking things, but they’re short sticks of color (I think they’re practice guitars?). Head to Dan Xxxxx’s house. His house is farther down the main street than his actual one is. We talk. Then go to the box I brought and see it only has the colored sticks. “Damn it! I forgot the guitars! Do you have any guitars we can use?” “Yah, I’m sure I have some.” “Crap! I forgot the cords too! And the amps!!!” We walk to another room. “We’re going to need… 4… 5… 6… 7 cords.” (Actually 6 would be fine, no clue why I said 7). He’s rummaging around in a closet and I see this TV/ computer screen on the wall called an electric window. Looked like an actual window. Move my head a little to the side and see that there is no window and it’s a wall behind it

2/18-19. 430. Near the hospital and church, but the hospital isn’t there, night The building next to it looks different and is more like an office building, multi story also. Some business lady is outside of it. See some light smoke coming from the front door. Get closer to it and then realize there’s a fire (can’t see fire). I call 9-1-1, but I’m not even getting a dial tone, like the line is out. Call Captain Xxxx to tell him, but same thing with his cell number. Then I’m at home talking to mom about it. Dark in our house. Point that the fire is west (would actually be north). Mom says to try calling again. Call 9-1-1, doesn’t work, then call Xxxx, no dice. Realize that I’ve been annoying and they won’t want to talk to me (What? Haha)

20.02.2011

A Little Mystery (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

This dream picks up where the last one left off.

There is a lapse in time and now I'm in "my room" in this apartment. I am starting to seriously doubt whether this is actually Phoebe's Upper East Side home or not. I've received a gift from Rose--it's a giftbag with some sort of all natural hand and body cleansers. They're cheap and from Duane Reade, the local convenience store chain. I doubt I'll use them, but I appreciate the friendly gesture. I am puzzled though: is it my birthday? What's the occasion? And how did Rose manage to give these to me? I don't see her here.

I stop trying to figure out these inconsistencies as I feel the urge to go to the bathroom. It's not far, just a few feet down the hall. The interior is painted forest green, and there's loads of lavish decorations all over the walls. It's pretty ridiculous, in my opinion; I couldn't stand living here. At any rate, I take care of business; and as I wash up I look out the West-facing window to see it's a bright sunny day. It feels like morning; I must have slept the night here after dinner [in the previous dream]. There is a grassy lawn a couple stories down, and across the lawn is another redwood-siding apartment building. It occurs to me that this isn't in New York at all; it's in Missouri! This begins to make a little more sense, as I conclude that this is the apartment complex where Rado lives. Through the window on the lawn I can also see a pool where a couple ladies are sunbathing by the side. It looks like a great day, and I want to get some fresh air.

I wonder if Rado is in his apartment, so leaving mine I decide to pay him a visit. First I have to determine if the apartment I just left is in the same building as his. Outside I realize I'm still only in socks; the ground is wet as if from a recent rain, but I'm too eager to move around and so walk down the boardwalk that connects building to building and apartment to apartment.

There are people outside, here; some I know, some I don't. I seem to see Mark but fail to ask what in the world he's doing in Missouri. And after all, I'm too interested in other things to stop and talk.

Across the lawn on another boardwalk are some middle-aged business men in gray suits. I get a pretty nasty vibe from them, even though they're a good 30 or 40 meters away. I can overhear that they're talking about us younger folk. They seem to think we're a bunch of new-age hippie apes. What an exaggeration! I'm far from a hippie, and definitely not an ape. Overhearing them talk about this, though, I'm not offended. Indeed I sort of pity the guys for how self-absorbed and blinded by money they are. Now's not the time, though, to do anything about that. I realize I'm going to need to put some shoes on if I want to find Rado's building, so I dash back down the boardwalk towards the apartment door that I left only a short while before.

Mom and Dad are here just inside the front door of the apartment. They were wondering where I had gone off to; but before they can inquire, somebody is on the phone and wants to speak with me. I immediately and without doubt realize that I am about to speak on the phone with the devil. The evil vibe I got from the business men just moments before explodes into this incredible eery sensation that something super suspicious is afoot.

I cautiously take the phone from my dad and ask him who is on the other line. Apparently I'm about to speak with a certain "Mrs. Brisby."

"Hello, Mrs. Brisby?" I begin.

But to my surprise I hear my grandpa on the other line; he cuts straight to the chase.

"I need you to come over. There's something I have to show you."

I am suspicious. I keep the pretense of speaking to "Mrs. Brisby," but grandpa has none of it. I finally aknowledge that I am speaking to grandpa, or somebody who insists on pretending he is my grandfather.

"It's important, come over right away," he insists.

So I give in; I agree to go over as soon as I have some shoes on, and I hang up the phone.

Mom immediately asks where I had gone off to; I tell her I was just out for a walk. She says everybody was worried, but she knew I'd come back because I "left this"--she shows me my watch--on my dresser. Thankful to have it back, I put my watch on my wrist.

I ask, "What does grandpa want me to see?"

At first Mom says she doesn't know, but after some pressing she says, "It's something [made of] wood, something pretty."

And then I wake.

I remember us sitting in a room at school. We were sitting at desks surrounded by flour. Our parents were there too. One of the kids acted up, and the teacher started performing an exorcism on the mother. I pulled a computer out of my swiss army knife (yeah) and just started surfing. then I woke up

EDIT: KNIGHTS OF CYDONIA! It came on my mp3 player, and I remembered that it appeared somewhere in my dream

20.02.2011

The Story Begins (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I appear to be at Andrea's friend Phoebe's Upper East Side apartment for some sort of family dinner. Mom and Dad are here, along with some of my extended family. I've got both my copies of The Yoga Sutras of Patanjali in hand, and I show them to Mom lamenting that I have 500 pages of reading to do in just 36 hours. I check my bookmark, though, and realize I've already read the first 400 pages. I suppose it's easy reading, then.

I'm not certain this is Phoebe's apartment, but it's certainly upscale and elaborately decorated. All of my family is here, but notably Pheobe and her family are not. Meal time comes around and of course there's nothing here for me to eat. The kids (whoever they may be) are getting macaroni; and the adults: some fancy concoction of meat, cheese, and grains.

I go to the dining room and find in the corner a couple serving platters of vegetables. I serve myself some seaweed that looks like long black noodles. I hear mom behind me say something; I don't hear the words clearly but it seems like she's telling me that the food is good.

I wake.

I had a really interesting dream yesterday about climbing up this huge building and then jumping off it and then some terrorist attacking it and it was really long and vivid but of course I'm too lazy to post it. The only reason I'm going to post last night's dream is because part of it was lucid. So here goes..

Balloon
I was inside my house and was holding onto this balloon, which was the size of a normal balloon, nothing fancy. But it started lifting me off the ground. I thought this was really cool so I took it outside so that I could go higher up with it. At this point I realized that I was dreaming but still wanted to see where the balloon took me. I let it pull me up off the ground and I got to the top of my tree in the front yard before it popped and I came back down. It was pretty disappointing. I kept repeating to myself "I'm in a lucid dream" so that I wouldn't forget it. I wasn't really sure what to do after that. I contemplated flying and other things but nothing seemed to interest me. It was like lucid dreaming was boring because I couldn't think of anything to do. Then the dream started fading and I lost control of it. I don't think I woke up.. it just took me right to another dream.

Dream Non-Dream

Pardon the title. I only remember one dream from yesterday. I was looking for B6 supplements in the dream and I was at my dad's flat (apartment for you americans). At my mum's house, there's a pantry full of food, and this pantry seemed to be in my dad's kitchen somehow. I went in there, and in the dream I was informed that B6 pills and apple juice killed you, so I was raiding the pantry for watermelons, berries and such. I found some strawberries and ate them as if they were prey, but nothing else was in there. I found a piece of melon and the dream ends there. It wasn't lucid. It was also suprisingly clear for one of my dreams and I remember it as if it were a memory.

Supplements:
1x B-complex pill (2mg B6, 200ug B12, 8mg B1)

When its weekend I go to sleep at very late times, and I cant recall my dreams as well as during the week. So I tried KingYoshis WILD technique in the morning and before I went to sleep.
Im not quite sure did it work or was it DILD, because my recall sucked this morning, but I remember that at one point I had a FA. I remember that I woke up but there was something strange going on and then I really woke up.......

Going to try the technique again tonight..........

DJ Log: February 20, 2011 – 4:45AM (USA Eastern)
Text color legend: · NON-DREAM · NOTES · DREAM · LUCID ·

(Note: Before bed, I ate a peanut butter, strawberry, and banana sandwich with a full glass of apple juice)

I am walking through a user car lot with a female DC. She points at a couple of cars along the way, but I tell her to keep looking because the one she pointed at was not a very reliable car. I look up and see a couple of cars flying overhead. I become lucid and reinforce it with a nose pinch that fails. I look back at the DC and see that she has partially morphed into a theater popcorn machine. I reach into the machine and grab a bag of popcorn, then shake my head and continue walking.

Unfortunately, this is all that I can recall at 10:00AM. I failed to write anything in my log book or record anything on my tape recorder.