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NON LUICID
It started in my car and we were driving to a new house.
When we arrived at the new house the owner sed that he stopped selling the house.
And then we drived to another house it was EXACT the same !

And I walked to balcony and i did telekenis .(lolz i dont know how to spell it cuz im dutch :p)
i lifted some stuff in the air i could not just lift 1 off.
And there was a boy in the backyard and i could let him do things the first thing i did was let him jump then i letted him stand of his hand (upsidedown).
(that was pretty awsome :p)

then i wokeup ^_^

[This is a catch-up post. This dream is from the night of January 4-5, 2011.]

Awake, Non-lucid, Lucid, [Commentary made while awake]

I'm flying around a large, elaborate, indoor shopping mall that has an upstairs and a downstairs level. [I don't remember how I became lucid, but I did.] Like real malls I've been to with upstairs and downstairs levels, there are lots of open spaces connecting the two. I fly down through one of them to get into the lower level and explore it. Some of the people who are in the mall see me flying, and I talk to some of them.

The lower level is completely enclosed with no windows. It's all painted off-white and appears to be mostly offices, rather than shops. When I get into this enclosed area, I start walking. I encounter a female DC and we start talking. At one point, I actually tell her, “You're a dream character!” She either ignores this or doesn't hear me, I don't know which.

While exploring the corridors and passageways of this enclosed lower level, I find a door that is an entrance to the Arlington Theater. [Although I identified it as such, it didn't quite look like that in the dream. It looked like a big theater for live performances, but without the decorative, themed walls, and even bigger and wider than the real one.] When I enter the theater, I exclaim, “I was looking for this place!” Then it occurs to me, Couldn't you have used an ability to get here faster, rather than just searching for it? I go to take an empty seat next to some of my high school friends. The performance we're watching is a live-action version of Jaws. At the end, I walk up to the very front of the theater and take a picture of the audience.

Then, I feel a need to start floating upward, just like a helium balloon, so I allow myself to. The ceiling of the theater is made up of several layers of pieces of canvas stretched out with ropes. I make my way between the pieces of canvas, sometimes detaching a corner and folding it back, until I float out of the building and into the sky.

The next thing I remember is being on a street corner. My dad and sister bicycle past me and tell me to stop at the corner before crossing the street, to be safe. I say yes, I will. I walk along the road I'm on. I think vaguely of trying to do something else cool, like run really fast, but I don't do it. I look at a photo [presumably the one I took of the audience in the theater; I'm working off brief handwritten notes here] in what I at first think is reality before I figure out that it must still be in my head, because I know that I was dreaming when I took that picture.

While still outside on the street [I think; not sure of the specifics of the transition here], I suddenly find that I'm lying down, and my entire body is vibrating. When I look up and to my left, I see a sleep paralysis monitor. It's measuring how much I'm vibrating. It looks like an oscilloscope, kind of like this one, only in the dream, the screen is all black and there's only one bright-green line across it, that grows thicker and takes up more of the screen as the SP intensifies. Below that line is a numeric readout, also bright-green, that jumps from 40% to 88% as I watch. Below the numbers, I see the words “You did it!” appear on the screen.

So this is what sleep paralysis feels like, I think. I know what it is, but I'm still just a little freaked out by the all-over, shaking, vibrating sensation. I realized that I had to be waking up and thought, No! I don't want to wake up yet! Go back! I tried to DEILD, but I couldn't think of a scene to visualize, nor could I calm myself down enough to visualize one. Eventually, the feeling went away, and I was awake and back to normal. [First time I've ever woken up into SP. Very interesting.]

When I went back to sleep after that, I had another non-lucid dream. This time, I'm in my church. The room seems to be the same size and shape as it is in reality, but lots of things about it are different. The piano is front and center [rather than off to the side], and I'm sitting a few feet behind the piano bench, with my chair up against the windows that form the front wall of the room. I'm watching Wendi play the piano. We talk to each other about something. We're attending Betty's memorial service [which was held the Saturday after I had this dream, and I knew that both Wendi and I were planning to attend].

Later, when we're at the burial service, I look down into the box that forms the underground enclosure for the coffin, and I can see furniture inside it.

After the service, I leave the church building. Outside it is a big, complex interchange of road overpasses and underpasses that spans across a straight main road. Airplanes are using this main road as a makeshift runway. I walk across one of the overpasses with my family to get to the overpass on the other side.

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Side notes:
This was the second night that I wrote down a goal before going to bed. This time, I wrote: “Goal: become lucid, look around at scene, make sure it's stable, then see what other verbal commands I can use.” This time, I accomplished the first two, but forgot about the second two. So far, based on two nights of experience, my working hypothesis is that writing down my goals is definitely helping me to achieve them, but that in the future, my goals should only consist of one or two actions at most, not three or four, because I don't seem to be remembering more than two.

i'm making this quick as im going to sleep:

I was in a dream and became lucid
I then "woke up " ( it was a FA) and tried to get back into my dream , like a DEILD. So i think i'm awake but i'm not and i'm even at my old home on the floor! lol (it should be noticed that my eyes felt like they were twitching, like REM)
I try to "deild" and it works, sort of. this time though in this dream I'm surrounded by darkness around me but can see right infront of me the new dream scape. I try picturing myself there, yelling , jumping but it didn't work.
I some how manage to ""project" my right hand into the scenery. So what it was , was me in the darkness but can see the scenery (like a rip in the darkness, a portal, or a rip in the fabric of time) and in that scenery I see my right hand floating there. I look down, where my hand should be and it's gone. Weird.

I then can no longer take the twitching feeling of my eyes so I decided to open them (expecting to be on the floor in my old house, because that's where i "started this deild".

I open my eyes, and i'm astonished to see my self in my regular house, on my bed.

La fin.

Friday, Feb 4, 2011

Diplomats
Recall: 8/10
Sleep: Great
Sleep Position: Unknown

I'm making out with this girl, when suddenly a bunch of body guards come and drag her away to protect her from assassins. They take her to an embassy or some political building, and I'm surprised she was such a high ranking official. As the security forms ranks around her and the building, they begin to dance, and some of the guards are the Red Queen's card guards from Alice in Wonderland.

The festive dancing atmosphere leads to a party with lots of people. There is one blond woman who strips down, sits on one guys dick in her ass, then spreads her legs to me offering me her pussy. One of my friends tells me to go for it, but when I try, she keeps turning away, and I never end up getting in there.

We decide we need some beer, and to into the a hallway that becomes a university hallway. There are heiniken vending machines in the hall, and we figure we'll break into them when we notice a grocery store at the end of the hall selling beer. We buy some and go back to the party.

They beer begins to run low, the grocery store is closed, so Sean and I head off into the street to buy more beer. We go to a store where we buy more. As I walk back, a group of guys come up to me and try to steal my beer. I threaten them and they leave.

I'm pretty drunk by this point, and go to a hotel to sleep for the night. I wake up the next morning to find Obama and 2 other guys in my room. We all have our dicks out and they are comparing sizes, but I'm the only one who doesn't have an erection, which makes me seem small. Obama's is pretty big, but kind of bent and crooked. They comment on how small mine is in comparison. I say something about it not being fair, I'm not going to get an erection in a room full of guys.

Mel comes over and reaches under the covers and begins to fondle me, which makes me hard. She seems impressed with my size and begins to suck me. It feels really good. Then she just lays beside me and we snuggle in a half asleep, hungover daze

Thursday Feb 3. 2011

Shelled Aliens
Recall: 8/10
Sleep: Good
Sleep Position: Unknown

I'm sitting in class when I notice some gymnasts in the hall. They flip and tumble by the open door of the class giving my a good view of their crotches in those tights, and I make appreciative comments to my friends. Then we notice a female weight lifter at the end of the hall. She has a dumbell and is approaching us doing a series of repetitive moves. Her body is also mostly covered in a large blue tattoo, and I comment that she kind of looks like the hulk. My friends tell me to call here that, but I say "No way! She'd probably kick my ass!"

I leave class and pass a group of people in the hallway chanting "I'm a slut" over and over again. I somehow reach the conclusion this is a result of alien mind control, and go outside to look for the space ships. I don't see any UFOs, but find some seashells that I put to my ear, thinking I might hear the alien mind control signal. I only hear the seashell sound of the ocean.

When I look up from the shells, I'm on the grassy part between two highway lanes. The grassy part I'm standing on is overrun by colorful 9 foot tall mollusk shells, moving about. Some are red with purple, others bright green and blue, others purple and orange. These shells contain the aliens.

I avoid the aliens and keep going until I meet up with two army guys. Together we go to a little suburb where everyone has been killed by the aliens. The army guys pick the smallest shack of a house and try to break in from the backyard to set up a base. While they try to break in, one of them gets shot.

They surviving soldier pulls out a sandwich baggie full of different pills and begins to pop some.

I was dreaming of President Obama. I don't remember much but just that there was something he was doing that I didn't like. Gosh, I wish I could remember.

I was washing dishes and found $50 in the water.

I was outside a building, maybe a bowling alley. I went inside and was in a room that looked sort of like mine, but the dimensions kept changing. There were 2 old ladys arguing and a friend of mine trying to get them to stop. I think Madison was there too. I left and walked around outside. I remembered more of this dream when I first woke up but not now.

I was in my room and I heard my little brother. I knew he was already at school so this must be a dream. I flicked the lights on and off to make sure. Nothing. I looked at the lights. The bulbs were gone and there were strange black and brass electronic devices in there place. I think this might have been my mind trying to rationalize why the lights didn't work but I didn't realize this in the dream. I went downstairs and played piano. I wasn't really playing, my mind had a song going and no matter what I played it played that song. I could sort of change the rhythm. I didn't really like the song.

I was in my house in the piano room. I was talking with Benny. Not sure if he was there from the start or just appeared. We were talking about music. I asked him if he still played much. He said yeah, I jam with some friends sometimes. Everything he said had no content, it was a sort of mimicry. I looked out the window and saw a young women putting stuff on the lawn for a garage sale. I thought the old lady must have died, that;s her daughter. I looked back at Benny and realized that I hadn't seen him since high-school and this was probably a dream. On top of that I had my winter coat on and it was nice outside, and I was inside. I thought about RCing but I didn't. I might have asked Benny what it's like to be a DC but if I did he didn't answer.

Then I walked outside to the sale. I had decided I was gonna do this right before I became lucid and did it automatically. I walked throught the window. I remember looking at a latch and thinking I can just walk through this, I don't need to open it. I started looking for Madison to do the basic ToTM. I was really hot with my coat on and I thought I wouldn't mind being naked when I found her so I decided to make my clothes disappear. I was too scatterbrained to physically take them off, I felt like I'd wake up if I did. Never found her though.

I remember looking at the sky. It had a strange jagged pattern in it of shades of grayish blue. I walked a few blocks before making it to the garage sale. The neighborhood seemed to deteriorate as I walked through it into a slum. I remember seeing a barren tree. I looked around the sale and talked to the owner(pretty sure I was still naked haha).

While I lay in bed after waking I had a dream about a choir singing at Gesu. They were singing very strange verses. I could tell I made them up. I didn't really become lucid, this was hardly even a dream, kind of just imagery. I sort of realized I was laying in bed thinking all this but I wasn't even really there, it was just an image.

I had a dream where I was hanging out with Nick. Before that I was writing some music with Brad. Nick kept wanting to make more food. I told him I needed to go to Durdel's to get some strings. It was 6:40 and I said we needed to go now to get there before they closed. I was thinking it was sunday even though the're closed on sounday. Nick wanted to make one more thing to eat first. He handed me a fruit by the foot and told me he'd drive and loan me the money to buy them if he could(for some reason I thought we had to go to his house to get my money). I said fine. He put something in the oven. I checked it a minute later and the fruit by the foot was in there sizzling yellow goo(I think he origianllay put something cheesey in there). I told him it was done. He said I dunno before he even looked. Then he checked and the goo sixxled up and hit him in the face. He winced in pain and closed his eyes. He had the tea kettle on and it was shooting out water.

It was 6:45 now and I told him we had to leave in the next 3 minutes or we'd never make it. He said give him 6 and I said alright for some reason. I looked in the driveway and saw my car there and not his and I said I'll just drive. Then it was 6:49 and I noticed I was wearing pajama pants and a ratty sweater. I ran upstairs to change. I put on some pants and decided the sweater was alright since I was just going to the store. I found a bunch of money in my pants. My room was extremely messy and reminded me of the table in Nick's basement.

I was in this really fancy house. It was similar to mine, but much nicer. I remember a piano but I didn't play it. I talked to some people, maybe my family. I pulled out a cigarette case. Hand-rolleds again. I may have closed it and opened it and found a joint and smoked it but I can't remember now.

I dreamt I was leaving my house in my car following my mom. I looked away for a second and when I looked back her car had turned into a green one, I noticed that this didn't make sense but didn't turn lucid right away. We turned onto Bancroft and I realized it was a dream. I remember driving on the wide sidewalk on the front of campus. I got out of my car. I remember walking around a bit. Talking to people, more at them randomly. I remember sliding down this long cement ledge either on my feet or on a skateboard. Might have been doing a boardslide.

I was at this recording studio standing on the porch talking with some musicians walking around. We stopped at a door and I looked in and saw someone playing guitar and a bunch of equipment, amps, EQs etc. I remembered my goal. I visualized the case and then reached into my pocket. It worked! But it didn't look exactly how I imagined it. I sat down and opened it. There were just a bunch of tobacco roaches inside. I asked Mark if he had any weed. He said, "yeah, just some mids". Then I tried to make some danque appear by closing and opening the case. First I made a burnt looking joint but wasn't satisfied. I was able to make a bud. Then I spent what seemed like a half an hour breaking it up while talking with people around me. I was still lucid when I focused, but I was spacing out not really aware of what I was doing. When I finished breaking it up there was only a tiny little bit. I asked Mark for some. It's kind of hard to tell the order of what happened next. I was really unsure about what to do and kept looking around scatterbrained. I saw some huge buds of mids on the table. I remember thinking I don't wanna smoke mids, then thinking it's a dream, it's not real weed anyway so it doesn't matter. I remember Mark opening his bag and a whole bunch of keef falling out. I got really excited. We decided to pack a bowl.