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As a side note. My brother is 15 years older then me and I have very mixed feeling that I feel I repress about him.
This dream really isn't a nightmare, but it had a terror elem

The dream started in a computer room at what was supposed to be my school. I was giving my friend drugs over the computer to get him high (I and my friend don't do drugs so it was kinda weird). My schools dean found out and was going to send us to jail for life. My family decided to get a lawyer so we took a vacation on some mountain, It might have been to find a lawyer also. So we stayed in this huge castle with like thousands of other people. While we were eating dinner, my brother broke glass over my head and took my money. My dad was made because I had to pay a 60 dollar loan to someone, so my brother broke glass on me again. Right after that some monster was in the castle so everyone had to get out. My family got on some bus to get to another hotel, but my mom was to busy hunting for treasure in the last hotel, so we had to wait for her. After we left on the bus, the dream ended.

This dream really isn't a nightmare, but it had a terror element with my brother being an antagonist and a very dark character and the whole monster part.

I think I accidentally had a WBTB LD last night. In fact, I'm quite sure of it. I can remember my conscious mind controlling the dream instead of my unconscious one, yet I wasn't aware that I was dreaming somehow. I'm going to try and replicate this tonight.

I was walking through the carpark towards the marina, with one of my best mates Max. It was around 6.00pm on a Saturday evening during the West Australian summer and the sun lay low in the sky, soon to be setting over the ocean horizon. Max and I were talking as we walked towards the marina, other than enjoying the company I was wanting to find my mum a birthday present and card.

Shortly later Max & I were sitting in a small cafe/restaurant in the centre of the marina. It was a well lit, outdoor setting but completely undercover, with small retaining walls and long elegant pot plants marking the boundaries; the tables were square with four seats to a table, two either side (this was the only area constructed slightly differently than in reality). We sat at one of the outermost tables, Max sitting opposite me and at least two people occupying each of the other tables; happily chatting and enjoying their meals. Mila Kunis was sitting at the table across from us dining with her mum; I thought Mila was gorgeous but didn't experience the excitement of being in the presence of a famous movie actress, instead I remained cool and calm. A brief conversation followed, after Mila's mother threw a question our way. The conversation ended well and Max & I finished our meals and continued walking around the marina.

After a short walk we past the restaurant again and Mila's mother stopped me and started a conversation. They were still sitting at the same table enjoying a drink, her mother was clearly trying to set me up with Mila (by this stage I really should have realized I was dreaming). After a positive exchange, we said our farewells and carried on our way. After about 20 meters and another chat, I said good bye to Max as he rode a bicycle off through the carpark south of the marina towards the coastal drive. I then quickly turned around and bought a birthday card for my mum ~ mission complete (minus the present... and Mila Kunis... damn it!)

I found myself in an apartment in town (the city), I had either bought or rented it.

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I had forgotten completely about this dream, until I rediscovered the note 3 weeks later. Strangely enough, within a week of having the dream; I started cutting my expenses, consulted a bank regarding financing a home loan sometime next year, and began planning to pay any outstanding debts and start saving every dollar for a home deposit.

instead of being in california i was in new hampshire. Everything west of the rocky mountains were destroyed. i was in a home that had 3 other familes in it.... i was laying in bed with my mother when all of a sudden everything started shaking... and as it went on you could hear a thump thump thump..... my mom told me to close my eyes and to pretend like i was asleep... so i did but i peaked open my eyes and saw theese giant eyes glaring through the windows... they shrunk down and one man entered out room told me i was going to be taken away or killed... and he left and i tried sneaking out but woke up before i could...

I'm making my way through a college campus until I get to the library. For some reason, I "own" a section of a bookcase on the second floor as though it's my on-campus apartment, but I'm getting ready to lease it out to a new student. I want to meet with her ahead of time to make sure my books are going to be kept safe. When I meet this woman, I get the feeling that she isn't what she appears to be.

I offer to take her for lunch. There's several different cafeterias to pick from, but most of them are reserved for students only. We pass one labeled "Alumni" that looks more like a fancy restaurant, but it's restricted access. We settle on the general cafeteria that's open to visitors. I leave the woman at the entrance and walk over a few steps to chat with my friend, Paul McCartney. On a hunch, I took her student ID and scan it while I discuss my concerns with Paul. We manage to identify the ID as fake when it comes up as not being attached to a meal plan.

I say good-bye to Paul and head into the cafeteria, where I bump into "Jane," who I haven't seen in a long time. She tells me that her husband "Brad" is on an Air France flight to Paris and that she's waiting to see it take off. There's a long window on the other side of the cafeteria, and outside, you can see planes flying. Jane leaves once she sees the only plane with Air France colors take off.

At this point, I actually woke up because there was sunlight in my face. I checked my watch to see the time (7:30). Then I rolled over, started going over the previous dream in my mind, fell asleep and re-entered the dream.

The view outside changes from airport to ocean. I spot something in the water that looks like a killer whale's dorsal fin. I watch, expecting to see a whale surface for breath, but instead it's a Boeing 737 floating in the water. Other students rush over to the window in time to see three more planes rise to the surface before a large wave crashes over them. It's almost like the planes are surfing the waves like dolphins do. Horrified students head back to their classes or dorms as word is spread that there was no one aboard the planes. A businessman who was on the verge of losing everything sank the planes for the insurance money. Still, people are pretty rattled.

I take the elevator up to the second level, where a few students are gathered around discussing the incident. Shortly afterwards, the elevator doors open again. It's the resident assistant, a pale boy with light blonde hair. He looks even more shocked than the rest of us, and he's accompanied by an older man that looks like his father. I assume the father is there to help him because he looks so overwhelmed.

non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening

(...) I am looking through the window of my bedroom to the starry sky when I see what appears to be a luminescent sailing boat flying by. I call my mother and she also sees it. We think it can be some sort of alien vessel, but then a real alien ship comes from above and approaches the boat, engulfing it in a beam of light for some time before going away.
I need to figure this out, so magically I am now in the boat, scaring the guy in it, who wasn't expecting me. I think he asks me if I am another alien and I say no but want to know more about himself and the other alien vessel. He doesn't seem to find his own luminescent flying boat like something intriguing so he just says "Can you imagine I was just here going about my life and some aliens came by? I didn't understand what they wanted, they just scanned me and left."
Then for our surprise, the beam of light appeared again and some guy materialized on the boat. He looked human but he had vibes of an angel. When he started to speak, he was so soothing and irresistible. I felt endless love for him and couldn't resist to hug him with all my heart.
He said they were observing humans and were rather curious about this flying boat which was unlike everything they had seen on this planet. The boat guy was still like "well, it's a boat", like it was no big deal. The alien invited us inside their ship in exchange for their intrusion in our lives, but he explained that we would not contact with other aliens because it would be dangerous. That was not their real form, he was just wearing some kind of outer shell that was designed for interaction with humans and had this angelic quality so it would bring up a good feeling on humans and reduce our fear. Well, it worked, because I didn't question about the dangers of going inside their ship. I just thought "beam me up, Scotty". He explained that when they are in their original form, they look pretty disgusting to humans and on the other hand, humans trigger on them a bloody thirst for our flesh. What??? Too late for second thoughts. We're already inside the ship.
Anyway, he keeps on saying that we will be safe, as long as he is wearing that avatar-like body and we don't meet other aliens. I learn they are some type of merchants who go around the universe looking for new business and trade opportunities and partners and they find humanity fascinating and inspirational. Then some door opens and I see an alien in its original form: a kind of giant purple octopus that looks very threatening. Our guide says "uh-oh, time to go".

I had the ability to travel back and forth in time and I was in a medieval time period. I was with a group of stage performers and we were practicing acrobatic tricks with dynamic rope like bungie cords. Some of these performers had traveled to the present with me, and they were all fans of Diet Mountain Dew. Even within the dream I thought that it was hilarious that I would sneak back (forward?) into the present to run to a convenience store and bring back soda. One of the DCs said that it tasted like orange juice with chocolate in it so we argued about that. I also thought about how I preferred the medieval time period even though it lacked modern conveniences like running water. The people were dressed in orange and brown and the mountain dew bottle was bright green, so I know that this dream was in color.

The medieval dream was immediately followed by some sort of end-of-the-world scenario in which I was with my Mom and Dad. There was a suggestion that I could time travel in this dream as well. We somehow knew or suspected a major attack or a natural disaster. There was a lot of cheese in the freezer and I was annoyed that we had bought so much because I wasn't sure that it would stay good. I wanted to buy refried beans in a pop-top container that wouldn't require a can opener. I think this was in case I went back to medieval times. I ran some errands and came back with a martini. This irritated Mom. [in retrospect it was probably because I didn't bring her one as well]

In an unrelated dream which occured earlier in the night, there was some sort of reunion with my sorority sisters. I was trying to get ready to go out, but the other girls kept moving the clothes around. We were all putting our clothes together on these large racks. [in my sorority house we had large closets for our formal gowns - I think this is where this came from] Everyone else was ready and hanging out on the back porch having a good time and I couldn't find my clothes to get dressed! This is a typical anxiety dream for me. I wasn't anxious about being naked or in my underwear; I was anxious about trying to do something or go somewhere and not being able to complete the task.

I had several other dreams that I just remember images from. Something about going to the top of a skyscraper was one of them. No nightmares. If I had written in my journal in the middle of the night I would have captured more.

I did pretty well last night. I had a lucid and it was probably about a 6-7 minute one. I was fully lucid but had almost no control over it. Even when i focused on trying things i couldn't. So when I was fighting people I had to resort to beating them in with my fists. It's nsfw so i'm not going to post it, but this is a reminder to me as to what happened so i can look back and remember.

Lucidity-10
Vividness-8
Control-1

Running around building. Outside window is lake. People chase me around. I chase people around. Fun fighting.

Woah I've been naughty with the dream journal. Naughty as in not posting my non lucids. Bad ophelia.

Anyway, I was attempting my (formerly) usual DEILD, and there were just too many things waking me up... coughing kids dogs .. it's a holiday today. So around 10:30am, after yelling at Chris to let the dogs back inside because they were barking, and all but giving up on the DEILD, I began to drift off. Then I can't tell if this was real or not, but I heard the sound of a car hitting its breaks, and it lasted unusually long. Like 10 seconds maybe. I just kept listening, waiting for the car to stop screeching and be ok, or hear a crash. I heard a BIG BIG crash! I remember feeling sooo heavy and lethargic, and I wanted to get up and go check for hurt people. Almost felt like sleep paralysis, but not quite. I went straight into a dream, but didn't realise it. I was still thinking of the crash though, and found myself talking to my boss, Claudia, about it at work. So there I was in the bakery, and we were all "Ohhh, did you hear that wreck?" And she started to say something about some regional bakery members in reference to the wreck, but it made no sense. I said "Wait, what? Say that again?" And she just walked off toward her computer. I thought for a second, "That made no sense. I JUST heard that car wreck from my bedroom, but now I'm at work?" DOH! Lucid.

So the dream immediately went all snowy, but I remained calm. I followed Claudia, asking her to wait and talk to me. Hoping that would stabilize things a bit. I could barely see, so I was just following her in my mind, since i know that bakery like the back of my hand. I looked at my hands incidentally, couldn't see much through the technicolored snow. But I could hear and feel around just fine, so I went with that. I made it to Claudia's desk, and sat on the floor for some reason, trying to get her to tell me more about the wreck. Nothing. I stood up, and my vision came back. Now it was Chris on the computer, and he handed me a post-it with some writing on it. "This is the grocery list Mommy." The only two words on the list were: carrots, frosting. I laughed and said, "Oh, so you want carrot flavored frosting?" He said "Nuh uh, ewwwww." And for a split second i was going to indulge this part of the dream, and go shopping around the store for damn carrots and frosting. But then clarity hit me again, and I said, "No I want to play!" So I went down the back hall towards prepared foods department, hoping to find on of the hot chefs that work there. I felt the front of my jeans, and sure enough I had big boy parts. I got to the kitchen but it was empty. So I just messed with myself for a bit. Something I don't think I've ever mentioned before, but when I feel it, it doesn't exactly feel like it's mine. Like it's attached to me, but I don't get alot of sensation. It still turns me on, like if I were touching another guy, but still not the same. So I had the thought to lick my hand. That changed everything. (If this is getting to be too much, stop reading. I'm trying to be vague, but still.) It's like I woke up a non-existent proprioceptor, in a non-existent fallace. A true phantom nerve.. except usually people feel that when they've lost an appendage, not when they've never had it to begin with. Small detail, but noteworthy nonetheless. Then I noticed my assistant manager appear in the kitchen. We'll call him E. Now I've dreamed about him before. I don't particularly like him, but if I were single and desperate. And possibly drunk. And if it was dark, then I might do it once. At any rate, lucid desperation also counts for something, so I said "Yoh E, come here." He was rushing around and said "Ok, gotta do something first, brb." I said "No you don't, COME HERE." So he did a 180 and ran into my arms. Felt incredibly real, like I was really holding someone. I remember the feeling of his shirt, it was this ribbed black polyester, but was flowy and breathed nicely. Vision was still a bit snowy, but I was 100% going on physical sensations now. He went straight for my neck, and started biting it in a really sensual way. Fuck yeah. I told him to grab it, and he started jerking it really fast. I was in heaven. He kinda stopped for a second, as if he wanted to go ahead and have sex, but I said "No no, keep going.." He did. Dream faded. Woke up.

Still don't know if that car crash was real or not. I went outside but I didn't see anything. Cool dream.

this is by far the weirdest dream ive ever had im walking around at teh lake of the ozarks with john moran steven moran and zach moran (these are the people i live with) but zach and steven are ahead of me and john and were talking to each other about this and that and he looks up and says what the fuck?!? so i look up to and its a missle... it hits me and right before it dose i tell them i love them all and it hits me and i (i guess i die) but i black out and when i come to my bodys laying on the ground with a big hole in it and john zach and steven standing around me and i stand there next to them as they cry... they look and see me standing there and automaticaly stop crying and start talking to me like i never got hit with a freaking missile and i kept woundering to my self why the hell can they see me they keep talking to me and talking and never stop talking then john's gone i dont know where he went but poof hes gone and its just zach steven and my ghost i guess and were attacked by someone i black out agian and were all hanging upside down and th only way i can save us is if i can tell them where johns at and for some reason i knew where he was but i couldnt speak i couldnt do anyhting i could just try and scream where he was and what he was doing then i had to set and whatch them skin zach and steven alive and i had to listen to there screams and pleds for help and why wouldnt i tell them where he was why couldnt i save them and as they finished i wake up in a sweat...

I have to say that the day that I had this dream I was visiting my family, so I was sleeping in the room that I slept since I was a kid to 2 years ago when I moved to the city that I'm living now.

Non-Lucid part:
I'm somewhere with my mom and my best friend D.
I'm going to an interview for a job related to psychology in few minutes.
My mom complains about my clothes because they are wrinkled.
I am using a gold social shirt, that I don't actually have.
I fix the shirt and go to the factory, I'm there. I'm in the entry of the hangar where I should answer to a questionary.
From the gate I see one woman inside the building and she tells me that there is a door in the right side of the building.
I do how she said and enter in the building. There is a computer inside of it where I have to answer the questions and I start.
I remember of answering some idiot questions like "What is the origin of your name in your opinion ?".
One cousin of mine appears next to me and start to disturb me and I get worried about don't having enough time to finish my questionary. I tease him calling him "big-headed" but stop doing that because his dad is near. I think "why didn't I come early ?" but I get to finish it and go out from that hangar.
I go to a square near from there and meet some friends, including D and an aunt of mine. They are near to a bush breathing (not voluntarily or not knowing what was that) a gas that is coming from beneath of the bush that causes visual and olfactory hallucinations. They are all saying things like "what a crazy smell" and "I'm high".
I knew that was the gas that was causing all of that things, but for some reason I didn't tell anyone and I couldn't feel the effects like them.
I start flying around like crazy asking why I couldn't feel it.
It's not the first time that I have this behavion in non-lucids when I get angry.
D calls me and says "Come here that I will show you why you can't feel it" and goes start to go to outside the square running, I go beside him flying.

Lucid Part:
I find myself in a street not too near from that square. I'm lucid that I'm dreaming.
It was not a high lucidity level.
I start floating around the streets with not much altitude and the dream starts to fade. I stabilize it.
I want to go to the top of a building and want to do it by jumping, I jump once but not too high, jump again and almost get it, but before falling to the floor I start swiming and get to the terrace of the building.
I'm always repeating "It's a dream, It's a dream" this time.
Over the building the dream fades out very fast and I start spining my body when I couldn't see anything but darkness. It leads me to a FA.

FA:
I wake up in the room of my house feeling "a little of SP", my hand is feeling weird and a big part of my body is dorment.
Some seconds after I wake for real in a completely different position.

PS: After writing the dream in my DJ I realized that the square of the dream is very alike to one square wich is in the way of the bus I used to go to work everyday.

Dream Stats:
Went to sleep: 00:10am
Duration: ~30min (25 non-lucid / 5 lucid)
Woke up at: 4:30 am

I've been slacking on my DJ ;A;
But I'm starting back up! I promise!
So I've had like 5 or 6 'becoming lucid' moments since the last time I posted, but I always just fade to black immediately.

Last night's dreams:

I was at my school(?) and I played a song. I became famous and millions of people came to listen to me play. There was much more to this dream, but I don't remember it. It was nice, though.

I did a reality check and became lucid. I reached over and grabbed onto someone, trying to feel of their hair and their glasses so I could anchor myself, but I still faded to black very quickly u.u

I was at school and had been assigned some sort of story to write and my friend hadn't done it yet.

I was walking down a street and came across a 3-way redlight (the same one in I had in my non-logged Legend of Korra inspired dream) telling MaximumRevolver about that dream. Specifically, that I was walking and was stopped by a policeman when I tried to turn left instead of right. He tells me he thinks he saw my dad and my stepmom, but I tell him he didn't, and he asks me if I can hear him. I say yes, and he says he wants to talk quietly about something (I don't remember what. We were talking about something while walking down the street before we came to the redlight.)

05.28.2012

Environmental Subconscious vs. Internal Subconscious (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I thought since I'm on vacation for a few months before I go to college, that I would be able to sleep late and wake up late, nope, not really something to get too comfortable with. :/

These distractions aren't set out to wake me up, but it feels that the more I wake up late, the more distractions I'm having, so this means I'm going to have to sleep early and wake up early.

Anyway, below, I'm just going to put what I know, and I won't know everything of course, so if I sound like a know-it-all, it's because I'm trying to declare it with as much honesty as I can.

It will have it flaws, I know that, but this is going to be for the "Awareness of your mind" thing for the Dream Yoga assignment lectured by Sivason:







And because I like thinking, a lot, even if it may introduce the possibility that I might be contradicting myself, oh well.

And also, we're going to have to work in order to get some bits of Sivason's knowledge on the class, which is good, because I have noticed that when people give knowledge just like that without the receiver having to contribute some passion themselves, they'll have it in their mind, but they'll never really learn from it.

I guess the best teacher is yourself. It's good to gain knowledge from others, but if you can't take their knowledge, mold it in how you think, your schemata, perception, etc., you either become a clone of that person's ideals, or become a better person with added knowledge.

Common sense right there, and I admit, I have moments where I take a person's knowledge for granted too, but when we remind ourselves of it, it shows that we're at least trying right?


Environmental Subconscious vs. Internal Subconscious


Environmental Subconscious:
Okay, I'm not really good with the title of what I'll be talking about, but what I mean by Environmental Subconscious is pretty self-explanatory.

Again, with this practical and subjective reasoning stuff, just to make sure people won't get irritated, I'll try to use some practical logic more.

An environmental Subconscious, perhaps one of the most vague and sporadic manifestations of certain aspects of your mind. Doors, mirrors, water, rocks, grass, sky, anything.

In a practical sense, your mind is essentially collecting experiences, images, etc. that you never or rarely take the chance to incorporate into daily conscious acknowledgement.

You know what I mean by that, it's not that difficult to understand. These fabrications from your beautiful mind, your powerful mind, the mind that you might underestimate because of your practical reasoning, could be signs of so many things.

How you interpret them.....ugh, that word alone, interpret, ugh, it's so BORING.

I would love to interpret dreams, but I've made it apparent with all those possibilities that demotivate me from holding it to an absolute truth.

But, to be open-minded, if you believe your dream environment is your subconscious in a sense, how you see things in your environment, and how your environment, or the environment I should say, can be utilized as a means of enlightenment.

I don't really need to explain much.......what would you think about these occurring or being apparent in your dream environment?

Fire:
Conflict, danger, passion, rage, anger, intense, etc.

Water:
Calming, relaxing, peace, Depth (oceans, etc.), flowing, soothing, serenading, etc.

Earth:
Solid, firm, absolute, molding, malleable, durable, strong, enduring.

That's taking the Environmental Subconscious to the rudimentary recognition.

Lol, these fancy words....anyway,

Environmental could even be the dream characters you meet in your dreams, if you want to include human beings/whatever beings in the equation....

Deformed people in your dreams, at least in my opinion, could be expression insecurities, repressed desires, things like that.

But those representations are not confined only to those common sense associations though.

People who look perfect, beautiful, hot, sexy, appealing, enticing, they could mean the same thing like the deformed dream characters.

To me, seeing meaning in representations of certain dream characters, and the environment itself is complicated, because I know I over-analyze some things, almost all the time, but never really take the time to write them down because it'll just send me into a long ramble like I am doing now.

Hm.....

Am I that annoyed with these thoughts making themselves apparent in my head? If I wanted to, I could pick one topic with dreaming, go on and on and on, until my head runs out of things without repeating concepts over again.

Okay, distracting myself now, but I'm releasing these thoughts that usually would be suppressed because I somehow feel insecure putting it in writing, or typing...bleh.

Environmental subconscious, it's so complicated and yet so simple....what I mean by complicated is just that when you hold on to one temporary belief when your interpret one aspect of the environment, and then linking it to other possibilities.....

And what I mean by simple is that it so sporadic, so spread out, so simple to view, to experience...that is what I mean.

But when you take interpretation, analyzing it, that's when becomes complicated.

Things like seeing a T.V., couch, chair, water bottles, socks, clothes, guns, and so many other things, when I try to find meaning in those, I know that I'll get bored easily.

Because to me, getting serious on the efficacy of the manifestation of a sock would just be silly and too into the thought of one single object.

I mean, would anyone want to write 5 pages on the importance of socks in their dreams?

Lol.

All right,

Environmental Subconscious with Dream Yoga

Okay, here's the important part. In my opinion, at least the opinion that was sustained in my mind at this moment, the purpose of those sensory perception exercises (More specifically, the Exercise 1 and its levels) made by Sivason is to just pay attention of the potential that our mind can exhibit.


Everyday, we ignore minor and subtle changes in sound, because if it doesn't really have any kind of importance for us sustaining our mortal body as long as possible, it's just going to be ignored.

If something is worth listening to, it will be acknowledged, processed, and then stored into long term or short term memory.

That's basic psychology, nothing fancy or "oh my god, you're sooooo deep!"

Sounds that would be categorized into long term memory, footsteps, people talking, birds chirping (unless you live somewhere where birds aren't really something common), etc.

These things, in my opinion, have a greater chance to be ignored, because our mind, which likes to fill in the gaps as quickly as possible, will already try to predict and associate how something might sound based on prior experiences.

And with dreaming, the mind just goes CRAZY with such simplicity at a much faster rater than in waking life.

And when you take into consideration that if you can block external senses in waking life, and shift your focus in dreaming senses, it just takes that to a whole new level of awareness.

I haven't done much with the Exercise 1, Level 1, because I wanted to get used to doing it passively before getting serious on it. (if you don't know what I mean by that, check Sivason's Course on Dream Yoga)

I think Sivason is putting those Exercises there as the rudiments....the fundamentals of the purpose of the course.

And I believe Sivason is putting them out and early on purpose, because I know he knows that there are going to be some students who might not really pay attention to the efficacy that each Exercise can provide.

What do I mean by efficacy? Simple really....promoting more lucidity of course!

Sivason puts it out there because these are part of the things he has practiced himself, and I'm sure he has deeper concepts and exercises that makes introspection and speculating inevitable.

Which is good, because do we honestly analyze how we feel in our dreams? Do we always have a decent recognition of dream sounds? Do we take those sounds in our dreams for granted?

I think so, because I know I do. All those dreams I posted, I've heard generic sounds. Gun shots of shooting guards, the swooshing sound as I accidentally kill someone out of fear of being killed.

The echoes of dream characters being augmented as I think more about myself, you know...when you're in Cafeteria or some place busy, you look around, and you don't see a lot of people moving their mouths, but there's just so much sound waves of their voices bouncing back and forth that makes it even more confusing.

I hope I'm not the only that notices something common like that.

Honestly, I know that in the future, I will add sounds as an important part with awareness of the mind in waking life and in dreaming life.

I don't mean just recognizing generic sounds, but more subtle and rare sounds....those things that would be stored into short-term memory.

Okay, done with that, because I ran out of things to think about.

Now for the good part, at least what I think is good.

Internal Subconscious:

Having a single entity being a vessel for your subconscious to release unconscious expressions stored in that secret vault or whatever is much more appealing to me.

You already know where I'm going to go with this, Dream guides.

Having an entity that you know will be individual, someone that won't be influenced by your expectations....you know what I mean...when you want them to say something, and then they say it.

There's no fun if all your expectations become apparent, right? Unless you like control in your dream, maybe, but if you want unique and individual thoughts from your own mind, someone to reflect on, it is more beneficial to have a separate entity from your own.

I am contradicting myself when I say that, because in the practical sense, and me trying my best not to get to subjective with the dreaming plane, shared dreaming, astral plane, etc.

I know, because my subconscious is me. Your subconscious is your subconscious, so it's hard to try and distinguish it as a separate entity in your dreams right? Because in waking life, it would be considered abnormal to indulge in the fantasy that you have separate beings inside your mind.

It just wouldn't make sense right?

That's only if you use practical reasoning, and that's proof that practical reasoning itself is limited only to a person's knowledge gathered from waking life, or the life that they lived most of the time.....at least what they believe they spent most of their time in.

Haha, I added the possibilities of other lives right there, see what I did right just now?

Subjective reasoning makes things like that much more relaxing, as long as there isn't too much ambiguity to it (uh oh! I added practical reasoning to subjective reasoning there too!).

All right, back to the Internal Subconscious thing.

Having a connection to your subconscious is something that can be amazing, and excluding the potential for higher beings exhibiting higher frequencies that can often make a person feel very emotional in a positive sense, it can be very rewarding and provide a boost in self-esteem.

Just imagining someone you can have in your arms, someone you can rest your head on their lap, wouldn't that be something worth waiting for when you drift into sleep?

I'm associating romantic feelings with dream guides, but I can't help myself. I just feel that if you have romantic feelings with your dream guide(s)...it can just add on your overall respect for them.

This is excluding the potential that one might take it too far with the romantic tendencies.

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Spoiler for Music:

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I think that listening to songs in waking life is something else that we take for granted. We listen to them to fade from reality for a while, but do we really take advantage of how it can make you feel in your dreams?

Imagine feeling those surge of positive emotions being expressed with each beat, feeling the tingling sensation starting from your head and trickling down slowly into your spine to be released throughout your whole body.

Powerful enough to make you cry and feel good crying. Tears of joy.

I'll stop there, because I'll get too emotional just thinking about it more.

It doesn't hurt to get some positive treatment from dreaming, even if you don't think you deserve it.


I hope that someday, I'll make drawings of my dreams, and add music to them, in hopes to motivate people to express their experiences, if they're willing to devote the time to it... Hopefully....

Italic Text = Personal Thoughts
Normal Text = Non-Lucid Segment
Purple Text = Lucid Segment

I had initially slipped out of a dream and into a false awakening, which I managed to pick up on and immediately woke after realising it was a dream. I wanted to get up anyway and write down the dream I just had as this night I had only recalled one dream, but I decided to take a chance, sacrifice remembering that dream and DEILDed back into the false awakening.

I was initially sure I wasn't in a dream as I didn't feel myself fall asleep from the DEILD, but I performed a reality check anyway and realised that I was in fact dreaming!

I pulled myself up from the bed and everything was blurry and spinning around me. This time though, unlike my other lucid dreams, I remembered to perform stabilisation techniques. I rubbed my hands together and spun around but it didn't seem to be working at first. It felt like I was looking at the world through a fisheye lens that was incredibly zoomed out. It was really disorientating.

I blinked after performing a lot of stabilisation, and after the blink things became the most vivid they have been in any of my lucid dreams. I walked out of my door and to my stairs, where my Dad was standing at the bottom. He begins walking up the stairs as I'm walking down them, and I decide to just push him back off the stairs so I can get by, just to see his reaction. He kind of stumbles, looks at me funny, and then walks away.

I walk into the living room, it's dark in here but I walk through into my kitchen area. I get annoyed at the darkness so I try to use powers to turn on the light, but nothing seems to be happen. I flick the light switch and the light starts flickering dimly but I still can't get it to turn on.

I decide to walk outside, when I open the door I notice that it's actually daytime outside, roughly mid-morning. As I'm walking I notice that I don't have any shoes or socks on and get worried that the discomfort of walking on the rough ground with bare feet would wake me up. I look away from my feet and conjure some shoes and I become excited when it actually works as this was my first conjuration. Though, despite this, I'm still feeling the rough ground as if I was bare foot.

I remember that I could just fly into the air, I jump up and still don't seem to have full control over flying as I can't sustain it for long and land back down on the grass. I try again and this time manage to float up to about as high as the roof of my house and stop briefly to decide what to do next. I decide I want to go exploring and when I fly up to get a view of my surroundings I seemingly uncontrollably begin shooting up into the sky at high speed until I'm above the clouds. I look around and notice an interesting looking area, with bright red roads and tall buildings. I fly down to it and look around the area, it seemed to be a school of magic or something, there were students inside the buildings brewing potions and practicing spells. Still not having full control over flying, I'm kind of "drifting" as I turn corners and can't quite get the hang of stopping when I want to. I stop briefly to try and find to find a balance before flying back over this school building and to my house.

Upon landing, I remember my dream objectives list and the top one being to try some dream food. I hold my hands out and look away, trying to conjure a plate with a sandwich on, only I don't get the sandwich and just end up with a plate. As I continue trying to conjure the sandwich onto this plate, the plate seems to develop a life of its own and it's jumping out of my hands and gradually growing in size with each attempt I make.

I turn around and see my mum glaring at me, I'm kind of disturbed because of how aggressive she looked. I walk up to her and she immediately lashes out, grabbing the plate and trying to pull it from my hands. I resist for some reason, and then think "If I can't conjure myself a sandwich, maybe I should just ask a dream character to make it for me?". I asked her and her aggressive attitude immediately changes to a smile as she says "Sure!". I let her have the plate and she begins walking back into the house and I'm following her, when the dream quickly fades to black. I try stabilisation techniques but it's too late and I woke up.

Funnily, I awoke precisely 3 minutes before my alarm would be going off. It never ceases to amaze me how precise the body clock can be.