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I tried to do a WILD in a nap because I had some spare time. I never experienced any of what people described as sleep paralysis or HI. There were two times that I nearly slipped into dreaming, but I suddenly pulled out again? There was one moment where I was counting... 166...167... A random thought (the beginning of a dream) began to unfold, then it went away... 168...169

I had gym this arvo so I thought I'd be tired enough to do it, obviously not

There is this little thing I remember, I'm not sure if I'm right, but I think I saw an orangey haired person standing behind a counter in a kitchen...

Morning of February 22, 2011. Tuesday.



I am shaving in what seems to be an unusual manner relative to location and distance from the bathroom(?) mirror. (It may actually be a mirror just outside our bathroom, although our house seems unfamiliar, but is like a composite of a few houses I have lived in with some features being of our present home.) There are several short periods of contemplation - through which seem like about twenty minutes total - when my face becomes a bright, shiny silver plate all around. During these times, I have various thoughts. These thoughts include ideas about not needing to shave over smooth silver. I also have trouble focusing my eyes to shave at times, because my face is so bright, as it distorts and reflects so that I can not see where I am shaving. My entire face is of a solid, polished silver “skin” that augments any light in the area exponentially. My eyes are there, but as outlined shadows of a lesser brightness against the “mask” of my “real” (in my dream) skin.

It would seem to be a transient condition that may be related to either reflected light or mood or even the time of day. Later, I seem to be back in my old apartment and shaving there as well, but my facial skin is bleeding everywhere. Over time, I start to worry that I have lost too much blood to live, although there is not that much bleeding from particular areas during a shorter time. There are only a few extremely thick and hard hairs left along the sides of my face, reminding me of tree stumps.

Again, there are times when my face is a silver, polished plate, with shadowy outlined eyes only - no discernible nose or mouth. I am vaguely worried I may die (during times when my face is otherwise normal), but nothing dramatic happens.

A connected dream, in which my face is also sometimes the silver glowing “mask” of “real” skin, involves three new daughters. Oddly, they seem less than nine months apart, the oldest being perhaps a year and a half or two years old at the most and the youngest maybe six months old or older. I am not sure of the ages, but I still question if this closeness of ages would be possible. It is also possible that the youngest is newly born. The oldest is named Rowena. The middle one (by age) is Tillie. (The name “Tillie” might have come from a comic book character I was familiar with for a time - “Tillie the Toiler”.) I am not sure of the name of the youngest; it seems we may have not given her a name yet.

The middle one (by age and on the northernmost end - the oldest, Rowena, resting to the southern-most side of the room, the youngest in the middle) keeps trying to stand, but falls over and bumps her head several times (but is not injured in anyway, although I have concern). They are all on the floor on a large blue mat. I am sitting on a (white?) sofa on the east side of the room.

Later, I am aware of our real-life children, but their ages do not reflect the time differences of my dream relative to the “newer additions”. My youngest son had not aged the two years or so my dream would require to be consistent.

We did have another daughter later on, but the name “Rowena” was not used as planned. Instead, we used the name I was “given” in a clearer-than-usual seemingly external “pulsing” event on November 22nd, 2012. It seemed to be some sort of communication of energy from the actual unborn child (in “wanting” and “saying” the name), but also seemed “rerouted” to some extent - it also seemed to simultaneously be in my own “voice” as if in reaction to something. It was also found to have happened at the same time a younger girl with that name died from a fall in the region (with the usual life-long “clustered” associations). It was on the 22nd of the 11th month. It was a 22-storey fall. Her last name was very similar to the brand of lantern (light-giving) my family used when I was young, and part of the area’s name was “Paradise”. I also saw the name several times after in different synchronous events seeming to validate our naming decision several times over.

I was lieing on my side on my mattress that was on the floor in the living room that I was staying in at the time. I finally felt the wave and I became to excited it and it
stopped for a little bit. Then I went back into the whole swing of things and then I felt the wave again this time I decided that I will finally go with it. This time the vibrations came
and I managed to keep myself calm anyways as soon as that started I decided to roll out of my body so I did that. And once out of my body I got up off the floor it was daylight outside.

So I looked at my hands and I could see that my fingers looked like little stubs and they were sort of glowing. Then I just did a Nose Pinch because that is better for me
So after that I decided to try and change genders I focused really hard but it didn't work. I really need to work on my control anyways straight after that I woke up.
It was quite short because it was a School morning and I was worried that I would oversleep and miss my way to School. If I didn't worry I would be having a longer
experience oh well next time.

Yo people...I'm just posting my dreams to be socially active on this community. Plus I'm using that nifty dream journal app ya'll got here. It's pretty dopesome.

11.03.2010

Friend's Family Condo Dream (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm in what appears to be some condo/resort-like room. I'm with my family but for some reason I go stay with my buddy's family - close friend from childhood. His brother - a clean-cut jock - is a different person. He has long hair, has a skateboard, and we caught him smoking cigarettes with his younger brother.

I spend the night at his place and awak in terror for what reason I know not. I run around this condo-room aimlessly and than find my buddy's bed. I decide not to wake him. His parents walk by me in the living room and for some reason they are gigantic - they look down at me and invite me for breakfast. I decline stating I must go home to "clean up" and get ready for school. (Dream Ends)

I also had some intermittent homo-erotic dream with the guy from Reno 911 - we were in a bed and he kept making advances. I continually rejected them and it weirded me out big time.

In the earlier dream I also have a conversation with some younger guy (3-5 years old) who says he's my hometown pastor's kid. This seems to be correct to me eventhough now I realize he did not resemble any of my pastor's kids at all. He seems impressed with my car - which is a paint-chipped jalopy (ok it's alright - nothing special though). I joke and say its really not that great. He says his dad's car is worse than it (a big family van). I semi-agree but joke that head-to-head their van would demolitous my car -- he agrees..convo ends.

02/20/11

"If I was perfect, I would date perfect."

"Wait, this isn't just about the sex. You like his personality. You like that he's conniving."

"Don't even..."

"Oh my God. You're sleeping with me."

Amber. Scare Factor: 1.

28.08.2010

Fisrt Lucid Dream (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I have no log for this dream, because it was so long ago.

The dream starts in a green, grassy park, sourrounded by giant mountains and tall trees all around me. I was with Walker, Hannah, and Izzie and we were all hanging out. I became lucid all of the sudden and it wasn't intense, but it was sudden. The reaosn i became lucid was because someone mentioned flying, and i snapped to attention. When i started looking around, being so detail oriented already, i knew i had to examine something, so i immediately crouched down to the ground and picked a blade of grass. I looked it over and i was smiling with joy as i took in the vivid detail and i was ecstatic with happiness. I was still not lucid enough to realize that my friends were dream characters, soi was talking to them. I told them that this was a dream and that they needed to stay calm. As i kept trying to tell them to stay calm, they ran away, causing me to be ever so slightly frustrated with them, causing me to disregard my own advice. And as soon as that happened, the dream was over.

I was in a suburban home that I have never seen before however I know it is my home. I am in my room which is painted blue (like my bedroom at my parent’s house). There is a red bird, a cardinal, flying around my room. I realize that I have never taken care of a bird before and I need to find it food. I know that it has recently rained and so I decide to go looking for worms. I zip line from the house over top this suburban area. I now somewhat recognize where I am. It is a grassy area just outside of a housing project near Trim road in my hometown.

I land from the zip line into this grassy area. I get down on my knees to search for worms. It is a cloudy day as if it has just rained. The ground is moist but I don’t remember my knees getting wet. I see a few worms on the ground to I start to pick them up to put them in a tiny glass jar that I suddenly have in my hand. I pick two up without a problem and put them in the jar. I’m trying to pick up a third but it keeps slipping out of my fingers. My vision starts to blur and I get frustrated.

I wake up and slap my boyfriend.

When we woke up the next morning we spent some time in bed talking. I apologized to him because I thought I slapped him across the face. He tells me that I only slapped his ribs. He then tells me that he woke me up because I had pried my fingers into his mouth and it seemed like I was trying to grab his tongue.

This is hilarious! I feel bad for him because it’s not the first time I’ve hit him while dreaming but trying to grab his tongue was a first. Also why would I try to find worms instead of going to a pet store and getting bird food?

I vaguely remember something about Matt Smith, but not sure if it was Matt as himself or Matt as The Doctor.
Becomes vivid as I am standing on the beach with about a dozen other people beside me, being given a talk by an official. Though there is no overhead projector around, the presentation is an old fashioned projection presentation, I’m not paying much attention to it anyway but as his talk comes to an end, the presentation is now being done using a flip chart. One over, I’m walking across the beach with my parents and sister, on my right there are rocks with cafes and hotels behind, the rocks curve round towards the sea which has now come in blocking the route to the hotel we would be staying at.

As I was droppng off to sleep on a couple of occasions, I had the following hypnogogic snippets (not saying images as they were moving but just lasted a second or two before I woke up), which were very vivid.

Hypnogogic 01: Woman, blond hair, cut off jeans and light blue tee shirt shinning up a coconut tree, this is viewed from the base of the tree looking up.

Hypnogogic 02: A woman as pinoccio, not as cute as this sounds as it wasn’t a cartoon image but a very vivid real image, the wood was a light coloured wood heavily varnished but the eyes were real, deep brown and frantically looking from side to side.

Hypnogogic 03: A woman with long blod hair and a red mac walking along a path up a mountain. Viewed from slightly below looking up.

Walking along a pavement with a mound running alongside the pavement to my right and a few shops to my left. Looked into one of the shops, a newsagents, and saw on the magazine rack a magazine with a picture of spiderman on the front cover. Further on down the road in a park, I realised that I too had superpowers and as three men ran towards me, I turned round to blow a hurricane force fart at them causing the turf to come away from the ground and cover them like cream in a Swiss roll.

(Copied from another forum I'm on, thus spiced up with some wikipedia-links. Ryan and String are both users on that forum.)

Had two lengthy dreams tonight, the second one was a nightmare involving Damon.


I can't recall exactly what it was, but it was some Gorillaz-related event. Definitely not a concert, more something like a ROTO-book signing but way more important with lots of people attending (I think it involved Damon and Jamie holding speeches or something), but not all of them hardcore fans or anything. Not sure whether it was in Germany or Great Britain (or maybe one and the same).

The first part that I recall was me walking with Damon in some big, tall glass hall on first floor (for Ammies: second floor) level, about to walk down the stairs. The event, whatever it had been, was just over. I think most people were still in the main hall where things had happened (the glass hall was some type of lobby). The whole dream involved me walking along with Damon. It was about me wanting to talk to him and to try to establish a future contact, like an email or postal address (although I never referred to anything specific explicitly) so I could send him Philipp D. Maier Album (product placement) because I hoped (as I did in real life when I told Ryan to give it to Damon, which he didn't, which obviously still causes me grief and slight anger) that Damon would listen to and like it (and then collaborate with me :33).

We left the building. I can't recall when we talked about what, but mainly it was kind of about Damon being visibly fed up with fans trying to talk with him. He made it clear (again, probably not very explicitly) that he just wanted to take a stroll and that he was slightly annoyed by fans always wanting to talk. (I think I recall one outdoors scene where in fact there was some String-like girl fan was all geeking out on him and him visibly being annoyed.) Remember, I had an important mission in mind, so while Damon passively tolerated me walking along with him on his stroll, I only said about one sentence every two minutes or so so that he wouldn't get annoyed. I really wanted to avoid him getting the image that I was some annoying fan who wanted to talk about how awesome Damon and his music were and wanting him to sign things or anything; the reason I wanted to talk to him, after all, had the goal that we miiight just make music together in the future. I still was aware that it would definitely seem stalker-ish to give him my email (because obviously, if he'd replied, even if just to tell me what he thought, which would already have been awesome, I'd have had his email address, which would be perfectly understandable for him not to want to happen.) I remember thinking about different ways to go about this, like telling him to use an email of a friend's of his to let me know what he thought, but then in some way that would have been even more stalker-ish.

The next place in the dream that I recall was when we were in front of some church/swimming pool type building. (??) We entered the building (I think it was POSSIBLY where the event had taken place, but a different side of the building. With kind of like dressing rooms. Like they have at important red-carpet events/in film studios, for stars to dress, but well, looking like swimming pool dressing rooms. I think Bobby Womack might have been in one.) I think the walls or SOMETHING there was orange. I still walked with Damon but we were barely exchanging words.

The next part is when we left that building, too. The whole post-event dream was already in the evening and it was getting dark. At some point (in order to explain to him why a contact was needed) I told Damon that at the previous and only other event of his (possibly a concert) that I had attended (which I can't recall at all and aren't even sure whether I actively thought about much during the dream), I had brought along a physical CD of my album for him but hadn't been able to find him. I'm not sure whether that was just an excuse (not sure for what though) because then, I said that for this event, I hadn't brought along the physical CD because I, well, (embarassed gesturing) had (you-better-admit-it) just forgotten it (nervous, but clearly angry-of-oneself laugh). I feared that this kind of worked-up behaviour would get him annoyed, but he didn't seem to care much and we just kept walking without him reacting much.

At some point (the whole walking up till then was about 10 - 20 minutes I'd think), it was dark by then, we arrived at some kind of car park. (This had always been the destination we were walking to, which had added to my problem of how to ask Damon for a contact, because not only did I know he didn't want me to talk a lot, but I also was under some time pressure.) Within the building we sort of got to a staircase without any lights via where we went down into some pretty dark cellar complex. Not really sure what we did there, but the next part was about us going up the stairs again. At that point, about 600 11-or-12-year-old fans streamed down the (normal-sized) stairway and buried us under them. I think a few of them looked like Ryan, and I think Ryan had led them there. I recall being angry at Ryan (although I couldn't single him out in the crowd) for doing this shit. I was also slightly panicking because we were drowning under those fans. For some reason while I was still struggling, I knew that Damon was almost on top and out of the staircase again. I feared that I'd lose him, but for some reason, like in some computer game, I could go to some menu and see a numbered list of all persons in the staircase, and for some reason I knew that Damon was number 407, and for some reason that made me know exactly where he was, and for some reason suddenly I was out of the staircase again and running; then (the car park was really dark) I saw the silhouette of a person driving in a car which was coming from behind, so I ran up to it and asked "is that you?" and Damon replied yes (not sure how we could talk to each other while he was in the car). - I recall being really confused about him driving a car because he doesn't have a licence, but I'm not sure whether I wondered that during the dream or in that phase after a dream where you've waken up but still think that the dream was a real event. - I think I got in his car and it was there that I talked to him again ("sorry that I'm asking you, but I'm kind of desparate because this might be the last time in my life that I ever see you") (same situation in real life, I doubt I'll ever meet Damon). He replied (not very annoyedly), but I'm not sure what. Memory gets reaaally hazy from this point on but I think we drove to some place that would have taken us about 5 or 10 minutes to walk to, but took us only 2 minutes or so to drive to. There miiight have been a chauffeur by some point.

We were out of the car again and walked next to some wall maybe next to some park or something (and a street on the other side where we had possibly been driving before). I think I had lost track of Damon again. (It still (or again?) wasn't completely dark outside.) I think the wall kind of went up to some school-like building which was also the building where the initial event had taken place and outside where now fans were walking around, many of them looking for Damon. I was coming around the corner of the end of the side of the wall that didn't adjoin to the school. The wall wasn't straight all the way, sort of like this:



(For reference, the straight part of the wall was about 200 metres (for Ammies: yards) long, so pretty long.)

I found Damon on one of the parts of the wall parallel to the motorway that weren't the long straight part. Damon was sort of a part of the wall (but not in a gay Pirates-of-the-Caribbean-Flying-Dutchman way, he was rather a brick in the wall or maybe part of a (moving?) stickman graffito on the wall or possibly both). When I found him/noticed it was him (through my previously-mentioned sort-of radar), he was a normal human again and we kept walking and talking. I think this is possibly when the previously mentioned scene with the String-like girl happened. We then (or before) were also kind of running, him trying to avoid the fans and me still accompanying him. Or something. I think the dream ended soon after. By the end of all of this (the wall scene lasted maybe about 10 minutes), it was completely dark.

Before bed I took a vitamin b supplement, as well as some vitamin b-6.

Dream Avatar Technique

I am walking from my car to the university in Cleveland where I take classes. I am following a girl who is talking on her cell phone. Even though I am following her, I can see her face. I look at this for a while, as she is nice looking and since she is turned away from me she won't be able to see me. I wonder how this can be, since I can see her face. I then realize it is because she is walking while turned a little to the side, moving forward with her head turned so as to see me.

False awakening (?) I continue walking, and thinking about the dream I had "last night". Then I realize that I haven't done an reality check yet today. I question whether or not I am dreaming, and find that I am dreaming. When I realize this, the dream begins to fade, and I either drift into waking state and then WILD back to the dream, or hang on even though things black out a bit. It isn't so much a matter of stabilizing the dream now, it is just that the dream is more like a daydream, or I am only half asleep. I remember something I read somewhere about trying to identify with your body in the dream. I attempt to do so.

I am still walking to class. I reach the building, and find myself outside the building and walking next to some large stone pillars. The girl is still with me.

"Transport yourself to your dream body", she says. I know that she means another DC, which represents myself. I also know that this DC is Monk (the detective. I have dreamed a couple of times now that I am Monk. It is kind of a dreamsign.)

"How am I supposed to find him? There are so many people, and he could be anywhere." I say.

"It's your dream," says the girl. "Put him where you want him to be."

I imagine Monk around the next pillar. Sure enough, when I reach the pillar, he is standing there. He is around the corner of the building, standing still in the street as though he is examining something. I approach him, and study him for a moment. In doing so, I assume a Monk-like attitude. Then I turn around and walk backwards so that I am standing in the exact same spot as him, facing the same direction. This is not hard to do, as Monk and I are one and the same anyway, just in two different places. Then I will myself to take his place.

Suddenly, everything becomes vivid. It is amazingly vivid, as I have often seen people describe their LD's. I look up at the sky, and see how vibrant and real the color is. Everything around me seems so real, and there is none of that "tunnel vision" that I often get in lucid dreams. Along with this comes a sense of exhilliration.

"Wow!" I shout with amazemet, "This is really vivid!" A guy walking by me in a suit and carrying a briefcase looks over at me, a little startled and amused. "Sorry," I say.

It is so vivid that I begin to wonder if I am really dreaming. I know that I am, but it all seems so realistic. I do a "finger through hand" and "nose pinch" reality check. Niether of them work, as RC's don't seem to work anymore in my dreams. Still, I know that I am dreaming, even though there is a tiny doubt in the back of my mind (small enough of a doubt for me to still consider this to be lucid).

Intoxicated with the exhilliration that seems to have come with the vividness of the dream, I race up a set of stairs on my right. There are lots of people around, but I don't care. I run about about 3 or 4 flights of stairs, and pause at the top.

"Paging Dr. S____," I hear a voice saying over a PA system. I begin to get confused now, thinking that I am supposed to be a doctor but at the same time thinking it is a dream. I know in order to perform surgery I need my backpack, which I left down on the street. "Even if I am dreaming" I think, "I don't want to take the chance of not responding to this page". I turn to go back down the steps, and open my eyes to find myself in bed.

At this point I look at the clock and realize it is past 9:00 am, and I had an engagement this morning. I feel like I could have returned to the dream, but I had to get up. I did a few RC's, but I was awake.

19.11.2010

Lucid #7 Driving, almost sex :p (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Lucid again!!! I went to sleep at 00:00, must have fallen asleep around 1:40, woke up at 7:00.

- I drive Kifisias avenue in the left lane. There is a bus on my right. Some pedestrians jump in front of me. I almost hit a woman. And then something i think is awesome happened! As i wait till the pedestrians go off the road, all the windows or glasses of the car get blured A LOT due to temperature difference. I turn the air blower on. When the clear up i find myself in the right lane, behind a stopped (actually parked) car. I cope for some time to change lane and when i succeed i get stopped by the traffic lights. Duh! I look around. I now don't know where i am. I think i must have turned wrong while the windows where blurred. The green light comes on. I go to the other side of the road... on foot... I stop and look aroun. "Where the hell am i? How did i end up here?". A thought flashed into my head: "When in a dream, you can't really remember how you ended up where you are". At that point i really just didn't believe this could be a dream. When i get lucid i usually have the feelling of the dream already and it builds up till i become completelly lucid by doing a reality check. But this time i had no idea! I pinch my nose, but there was no clear result. I look at my hand. Same as yesterday (lucid #6).I become lucid. I continue the RCs. As i move my right index finger towards my left palm, my palm bruises and it feels really difficult to get it any closer. Like a repeling magnet. I pinch my right arm. Really little pain. I start thinking about what to do. In the place i am, there is a cliff just in front of me. I think of jumping down there and start flying. At that point people started showing up. I remembered i had set my alarm clock, so i think of trying something quick. I see a family sitting around a table. I reach for the daughter (pretty girl). "Do you wanna have sex?" hahaha. I sit down in front of her legs, i hold her hand (nice nails) and stroke her calf. She gives me an interesting look. She turns to her mother: "Should i take him?" (at that point it sounded more like she meant "like a pet", i found it really funny though). Her mother looks at me and says "yee, take him". We get up, i smile and then... (that's all i remember)Well at least she wasn't negative. xD

PS: The last 2 lucids (#6-7) didn't fade out in the usual (for me) way. I usually feel my head disappearing accompanied with a bit of dizzyness and then i wake up. Those two were like a memory loss. Like normal dreams. I couldn't feel the dream fading away. Anyway. That's all.

usually my upper teeth...
In my dream i BIT down on them so hard that i wont stop until I hear one of them break in my head...

help....

its was a WBTB and i knew i was dreaming before the dream started. i was looking at some pipes that had a control box above them. i flipped some switches to fix something and i was explaining something to a girl i know in reality. i got bored with that so i tried to change who the girl was. i told her to change into another girl i knew in reality. she did change, but into the wrong person. she changed to my mom. i got a little frustrated so i walked down some steps(away from her) to find other people to try and control. my mom followed me. i thought i'd try to change her again. i told her to change into the other girl. she tried but ended up becoming disfigured. it was like she was duplicating but stopped before separating. she had disgusting figure. her head was expanded in the back, and there were several veins. i was a little freaked and still aggravated so i walked away, and she didnt follow me. i walked towards a group of people and tried to vocally tell them to do something(cant remember) they didnt listen and my older brother came up behind me and grabbed my hands and put them behind me. i knew i was in control so i told myself that when i will try to break out of his hold i will be stronger than him. but as i tried to pull away, he was still stronger. he let go on his own, laughing, and walked away. i walked the other direction. after walking away i noticed that my senses were getting extremely dull. everything felt like it was made out of rock. even the people in my dreams.

notes:
didnt focus on my senses[VERY IMPORTANT]
i was very aware i was dreaming but forgot the important steps to keeping control