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Took Nyquail prior to bed because I am having a lot of trouble sleeping and my sinuses hurt. I have been taking fish oil, vitamin B complex, and vitamin D. The dreams I had were very vivid.

I was running away from a group of people. I don't know why. I was with a parent, although I don't remember them clearly; they were not one of my parents from real life. Eventually, I think they got caught, but I was still free.

I was in some sort of super large apartment complex. I came across a playground and decided the slide would make good cover for hiding in. It was a weird thing with 4 slides all connected in the center, no ladder, and a "lookout" tower on the top which was sort of a solid tube with holes in it. The only way to get up it was to climb up a slide.

I am not lucid but I control reality somewhat without understanding what I'm doing. The bad guys naturally know the slide is somewhere I'd hide. They climb up the slide. I crawl vertically up the lookout tube, hoping I can hide above them and they won't look up. They do.

I cause the slide to become super slick so they lose their traction and slide back down. I know this isn't going to work in the long run so I rewind to earlier (before I hid in the slide) and choose a different route. Instead of hiding in the slide, I run through a bunch of brambles and heavy bushes and brush, making myself insubstantial enough to not be slowed down by them, while the people chasing me have to stop and fight their way through. It works.

I get to a high school. The dream shifts. I'm now one of many kids in the school. My class is full of normal kids, and one kid who is an elf or an alien or something. I'm also some kind of space-elf or whatever. We never go home; we all sleep in our classroom on little cots.

In the dream, I am waking up. I took a nap or something on my cot. For some reason, I'm completely naked and I feel overheated. (I have been having some issues with a sudden fever/overheating at night so I highly suspect that I actually felt really hot in real life) and apparently, I tore off all of my clothes in my sleep (I have also done this in real life).

The sensation in this dream is extremely vivid. I can feel the fever on my face and the sweat on my skin. More distinct is the feeling of being completely naked and sheets moving over my skin. When I woke up from the dream, I was fully clothed and nothing in my room had been disturbed - normally, reality would intrude at this point in a dream and even though dream logic tells me I am naked I can still feel my clothes on my sleeping body. It would have been a cue to lucidity. This dream was so vivid, however, that it overrode that.

I don't care about being naked, I just get up and dress myself. The other space-elf-whatever is embarrassed for me, though. We're all supposed to go to some sort of formal dance or prom later, we've all got dresses and formal clothes and stuff. There is a mental flash of being there and dancing and then I'm back in the classroom, understanding that that's supposed to happen in the future. We head outside for gym class.

New dream. I am riding a bus. I'm riding it with my mom or... somebody. All of the bus stops are old houses and apartments that I used to live in. I am supposed to stop at one specific apartment but I don't want to, so I don't pull the wire. Mom doesn't either - she either forgets or expects me to. She complains that we'll have to walk farther to get there now. I don't intend to walk back at all, though.

We get off at a stop that's sort of like a strip mall. Mom wants to go shopping. I've been looking through job listings, and there is a job at an airport nearby carting luggage around and retrieving heavy luggage for people. I decide that I don't want it.

Shift. I am in a hotel room. I'm waiting for a friend there. There are advertisements on the TV. There's some sort of phone/remote control that lets you select TV programs and order room service. One of the specials is some kind of dinosaur show and a special bed they will bring up to your room. I don't want that; I just want to go to sleep, but I fall asleep with the remote and roll over it, pushing a bunch of buttons. I wake up worried that I may have inadvertantly ordered something, and there is a message for me. I play the message and listen; the guy talking on the other end sounds like Captain Sisko from Star Trek. It's just an advertisement for their stupid dinosaur show thing (which is for families with kids anyway).

I wake up.

I wake up, but I can't move. WTF, I am dreaming, my dream body can always move. A glowing light... I sit up in bed, a stickiness on my face, web? I am suddenly falling, and now, a cold wet stone floor, and bones. I see... Bilbo Baggins? He tells me to sh... I fall asleep.
***
I am on the Moon. I wake up in the Healing Glen, of the Moon. Raven is lying in a hammock strung up between two coconut trees nearby, sipping coconut juice. "Nice hammock you made here, Nomad. Much appreciated. So, is this what Hawai'i is like?"
"Sometimes," I smile.
"WinterFae is sleeping in the Balancing Pools. She turned into a mermaid and fell asleep."
"Was I sleeping?"
"You were having a nightmare, but you woke up. I think you had sleep paralysis."
"Huh? How can I have that in a dream?"
"Don't know."
(to be cont'd)

Dream 1(fragment):

I was playing a video game about warriors of some kind, maybe samurais, and there was one level in dark city.

Dream 2(fragment):

I was on dreamviews and we were debating with paigeyemps and some other dreamviews members who of us has enough power to defeat certain kind of enemy that was attacking us.

I don't really remember much, but at one point I'm able to run down the street on all fours fairly easily, and there's this group of gregarious people who I expect wouldn't like me, but I'm still really afraid about what they'd think of me, so whenever they can see me I stand up and walk on two legs as if I'd been doing it all along. To my surprise, they seem to like me or at least tolerate me, and they give me a dirty brown rabbit plushie (which I had just seen in Homestuck in real life).

At some point, I was talking to some people in this blue tent, and we were talking about how wrong something or someone was about what they thought about Harry Potter. Someone said that the person thought that Dumbledore was on antidepressants, which we all thought was ridiculous.

Greetings Doodben!

Thank you first for blowing some dust off this old thread; it's nice to know that someone is still paying attention to it.

Sure, I'm happy to offer up a few answers for you:

Originally Posted by doodben

Q1: from what I have read this is very much a process and there is no absolute paths to achieve it, it will take a good deal of time with much trial and error, which I am fine with. But if you were to restart from the beginning of your lucid dreaming life what would you start with and what would you have cut out to make to make your path as efficient as possible?

If I had to do it all over again, how would I do it? Probably in the exact same way, believe it or not.

I think the inherent inefficiency in not really knowing what you're doing or where you're going is a very valuable tool for developing self-awareness: if you're alone on a raft in a strange sea of unconscious information and images, it's much better to figure out for yourself how to navigate than to have someone do it for you. This is especially true in the case of dreaming, which is by its nature extremely personal and perfectly subjective -- sometimes the efficiencies, like the endless parade of techniques that wander across these forums, can do more harm than good... in other words: sure, you might get a lot wrong on your own, but an outsider stands an excellent chance of getting everything wrong.

When I first started seriously doing this stuff I studiously avoided books and other information on the subject, for fear it would corrupt my vision and send me on a dead-end path. In retrospect, I think I chose wisely. For instance, I think that if the internet existed when I was 20, I would have risked abandoning my slow, time-consuming self-awareness work for some of the sparkly-shiny techniques, machines, and supplements that everyone talks about, thus missing my chance to "get it right." I also might have taken the all the hype surrounding crap like "SP" seriously, and forgotten that it's the dream that matters, and not the noise.


Aside from keeping my global settings intact, I can think of two things that would have helped me:

First, I always wanted a guru... someone who was already "there" who would guide me through example, encouragement, and maybe the occasional kick in the pants. He or she wouldn't have to teach me anything, only keep me treading a narrow path from which it was so easy to stray. Speaking of that:

The other thing I would have liked was to have had the wisdom and experience I possess now back when I had a sharp, fully-functioning 25-year-old brain. As I age (I'm 51 this year), I'm discovering that the slow decay of an aging body (punished, of course, by years of happy neglect) is taking a toll on my LD'ing. Things that once came easily, like memory, focus, or long periods of deep concentration, are now only achieved through a combination of very hard work and extreme luck. In other words, I know exactly want I want to do, and know there was a time I could do it with minimal effort, and I know that time is long gone. More attention paid on this stuff when I was young and strong would have been a very nice thing indeed. (Aside: This bit may be more rant than advice, but I think it might carry some cautionary meaning).

Q2: As a beginner what are habits that I should not get into and what are habbits that I should get into?

The most important habit you can get into is developing a solid sense of the fundamentals, of course! A waking life with self-awareness on constant tap will lead to a most excellent dreaming life.

A habit of doing memory exercises, even if its just crossword puzzles or similar, will help as well. Pausing now and then to remember where you were and what you were doing an hour earlier would be a good habit, too.

Spending a lot of time imagining is a great habit. Set aside some serious time, every day, to imagine what you might do in your dreams, what mystical doors LD'ing might open for you, all the new worlds your dream life will create; really let your mind go. Doing this will establish a powerful sense of expectation, make setting intention second nature, and make dealing with the transcendental stuff that comes with high-level lucids much easier. And it's a lot of fun!

And, of course, the "standard" good habits like doing RC's and keeping a dream journal are very important as well.


Some habits to avoid:

Don't overindulge on echo-chambers like these forums, and when you are on, try not to take what you read too seriously (even stuff I wrote!).

Don't let techniques become more important than the dreams.

Don't take yourself too seriously -- though you should keep that dream journal, try to just write down what you remember and nothing more: don't fill in forgotten moments, add interpretations, or dismiss any bits as unimportant.

Another thing you must avoid is making RC's -- and the thoughts that accompany them -- too habitual. Every RC should be interesting to you, and that important question, "Is this a dream?" should always be asked with great interest... it is extremely important to avoid letting this (or any of this work) become rote.

Q3: What would you say is the most general way to attain and continue to consistently have lucid dreams.

Stick to the fundamentals, period.

I suppose if you also developed a good sense of timing -- learning which sleep periods are most conducive to your dreaming success, and then actually seeing that you enjoy those sleep periods regularly, that would help.

Also, a deep understanding that Ld'ing is not the result of any technique, trick, or drug trip, but rather is a state of mind that make take years to establish and a lifetime to perfect. This, I think, is the most important bit.

Oh, and did I mention that you should stick to the fundamentals?


That's all I got for now. I hope at least some of it made sense, and also hope that if it didn't you'll ask me to clarify.

Best of luck in your journeys, Doodben!

Hello there ! Your first post was extremely insightful I am very happy that I happened to stumble upon it. I am brand new to the "lucid dream scene " though when I was a child I could control my dreams at will. I thought it was funny how you said that you are past the adventure and exploration stage of lucid dreaming just because I didn't even think about that when I first caught wind of LD'ing, i was strictly going to use it as a tool for my studies and theories. But now that i know of the possibilities i am extremely excited. If you are still answering question it would be much appreciated to a newbie like me.

Q1: from what I have read this is very much a process and there is no absolute paths to achieve it, it will take a good deal of time with much trial and error, which I am fine with. But if you were to restart from the beginning of your lucid dreaming life what would you start with and what would you have cut out to make to make your path as efficient as possible?

Q2: As a beginner what are habits that I should not get into and what are habbits that I should get into?

Q3: What would you say is the most general way to attain and continue to consistently have lucid dreams.

Again it would be greatly appreciated to hear back. I find it much easier to get information from a person who many people believe is a very trustworthy source of information such a as yourself, than sifting through the thousands of posts getting myself into all kinds of bad habits.

Hello there ! Your first post was extremely insightful I am very happy that I happened to stumble upon it. I am brand new to the "lucid dream scene " though when I was a child I could control my dreams at will. I thought it was funny how you said that you are past the adventure and exploration stage of lucid dreaming just because I didn't even think about that when I first caught wind of LD'ing, i was strictly going to use it as a tool for my studies and theories. But now that i know of the possibilities i am extremely excited. If you are still answering question it would be much appreciated to a newbie like me.

Q1: from what I have read this is very much a process and there is no absolute paths to achieve it, it will take a good deal of time with much trial and error, which I am fine with. But if you were to restart from the beginning of your lucid dreaming life what would you start with and what would you have cut out to make to make your path as efficient as possible?

Q2: As a beginner what are habits that I should not get into and what are habbits that I should get into?

Q3: What would you say is the most general way to attain and continue to consistently have lucid dreams.

Again it would be greatly appreciated to hear back. I find it much easier to get information from a person who many people believe is a very trustworthy source of information such a as yourself, than sifting through the thousands of posts getting myself into all kinds of bad habits.

Obviously, when we awaken from a nonlucid dream about a jerk, the reality of that situation vanishes like smoke. Since the dreamed person was nonexistent, the label "jerk" was also imaginary. When we view people so narrowly, whether in dreams or waking reality, we invariably decontextualize -- placing absolute labels where no absolutes exist. The true context for all persons and objects is interdependence. The condition of dreaming, whether it be in the night or in daytime, subsumes a form of ignorance where we can easily misconstrue appearances. Dreaming invites us to become deluded. We can either go with the flow or wake up -- check it right there and realize that although the object as we perceive it appears to be real from its own side, that appearance is illusory.In terms of our normal mode of understanding reality, analyzing phenomena in this way turns everything on its head. But even if we are, at this point, thoroughly convinced that "all phenomena are nonexistent," our present understanding is only conceptual. In Tibetan Buddhism, conceptual understanding is likened to a patch on clothing that sooner or later falls away. It is the habituation of the practice of daytime dream yoga that will allow our understanding to deepen and prepare us for an awakening that encompasses both the day and the night. To quote Chagdud Tulku Rinpoche -- one of the most prominent Tibetan lamas who taught in the West -- "All dream yoga is based on the one-pointedness one can maintain on the illusoriness of experience by day."

The Daytime Practices of Dream Yoga | Reality Sandwich

I am visiting a large multi-story sound stage where the next Hobbit movie is being filmed. Today, OpheliaBlue and I are visiting with Andy Serkis to find out how he plays Gollum and what is involved with making his character come to life.

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My view shifts to the upper-most reaches of the stage area some four or five stories above the ground. The scenery is so intricate that the design team has to make props and paint this high up to convey a real feeling of the fictional location. I'm rather impressed but I want to go back down to stage-level where all the people are. My will brings me on a twisty descent back to the ground, an action I know I should be doing while lucid yet somehow I don't think I am.

(This is as close to lucidity as I get in this dream)

Andy is letting us know about the makeup and shows us the cameras used to film the movie and I find it surprising that instead of the normal practice of using a combination of motion and facial capture devices he is in full prosthetic makeup. This makes it odd talking to him because we can see him as Gollum but his voice comes out in normal speaking tones and he seems quite happy, an unusual expression to see on Gollum's face.

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Some more details happened but I've lost them.

The road that leads up the hill from my current home is actually the same road I used to walk up to get home from school when I was young. For some reason the Neighborhood Association has seen fit to flood this area with water that is almost waist deep. In my mind I'm questioning the wisdom and reason for this decision and can't come up with any rational explanation for it.

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I do recall that when I was young the intersection by the corner of the school property would get some standing water in it, maybe enough to splash a little while riding a bike through it. It never seemed deep. Now...the water is deep enough to require wading and it seems to be at least knee-deep for a couple-hundred feet. I don't get it. I know the water hasn't always been there because I can even remember how it looked when the road was given fresh asphalt when I was still in school.
Sadly I never solve this mystery but the water seems to no longer hinder my movements after a few minutes of pondering. I'm still standing at the corner and I see a game-disc for one of the Playstations in the house. I pick it up and start to put it on the shelf which appeared next to me but I realize that if I do my son will come and take it to his room. I put it on the shelf anyway but I push it further back so that he may not notice it immediately. I don't really have time to deal with its placement at the moment.
I get in my SUV and look back to see a police officer approaching the intersection and he seems a little inattentive to his driving. To prove this he turns onto the side road I am on, just a little over from the flooded intersection, and sideswipes my SUV. WTF! I keep watching as he passes me without stopping and proceeds to a house a short way ahead of me. He gets out of his Bronco-style vehicle with a large bouquet of roses that he clearly intends to give to some lady he is enamored with. I suspect his love has blinded him to anything else in life, yet I find no joy in this. I'm still left with a damaged vehicle.

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I get out and begin examining the Lego constructions that my son has left on the shelf across the street (which still looks like the neighborhood but is somehow part of his room). Some are larger than others and represent different times of his life but all are complicated and intricate.
Coming to my senses I literally ask myself out loud, "What am I doing?! My vehicle just got hit!" I put the Legos down and start examining a piece of sheet metal about 3 feet on a side. It's bumped and damaged from where the police officer's vehicle struck it though I can push out the dents by hand. I wonder if I can do the same for my vehicle and I only briefly wonder why I'm looking at a piece of sheet metal from my son's toy box.
As if on cue my son shows up to ask me what's wrong. We get in my vehicle which seems to be a combination of my SUV and a house I've never been in but apparently share with my family and anderj101, among others unnamed. I really feel the need to make a report about the police office that struck my SUV and I turn to see his license plate. The numbers seem to change and at one point I even think it starts with an exclamation point.
Staring at it long enough helps resolve some of the numbers just before he drives away though I know it will be easy to identify him to the police. He not only had damage on his vehicle, his vanity plate indicated he was from California, a little far from his normal jurisdiction.
To communicate this I decide to use my vehicle's console to send a text-style message to the police. I want to start typing but the text-box is filled with characters clearly put there when anderj101 was visiting some other website filled with hundreds of chat room names. These room names take me forever to delete as I have to push a button to remove text and the screen only shows one text-line at a time. I've got to tell anderj101 not to use my vehicle for surfing chats in the future!

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To type this message, which I decide I should post on DreamViews, I have to push two buttons on the dashboard until the proper character is displayed and then move the cursor one space over. It's a frustrating process and I know it will take forever yet I plod on, slowly working out my message about the terrible officer.

And that's all I remember clearly. I know there was also some strange demon-like person wearing a hooded robe that I took for an obscure forum member who advised me on my memories of the flooded intersection but I can't quite put it into the context of the dream.

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1. I was at my old home, in the shower. It was slightly larger than I remember. There was some kind of radio in the wall, playing a track called "Hypnosis"

2. I was in a classroom. It was completely filled, and the lights were out. I had a laptop or screen in front of me, and I was browsing Deviantart.

3. I was near a lake, in some kind of grassy field.

4. I was on some kind of WW2-era battleship (unknown class)...on land. We were fighting infested terran from StarCraft 2, and a Hybrid Destroyer (same game) showed up - though we called them Servants of Silence (which is from an RP setting I've created).

So I'm there, chilling with my friends in an English class. It's the first day of actual classes during our senior year. We have a new teacher, so the bitch made us do those stupid "about you" type things. Thankfully, the fire alarm goes off, and we all get out of a waste of a class. Some skeets are throwing around firecrackers all over the parking lot by the time we get out, and eventually start throwing them to each other in some sort of hot potato game. They're spread out all over the parking lot by now, and I seriously hope one of them gets hurt. One of them comes very close to hitting our little circle, and I tell off the idiot who threw it. In my little fury of profanities and insults, I hear someone yell about something happening on the roof of the school. I can't really see from my position, so I assume it's smoke rising from the building, indicating a real fire, rather than the drill we all assumed it was. I walk further out away from the school to see what the ruckus is, and as I look up, I see a fighter plane fly by. Then something I can't quite make out falls from the sky and crashes into the little grass area next to the parking lot. How I didn't figure out this was a dream by now is beyond me. Anyways, I, being the dumbass that I am, run to the wreckage at the other end of the parking lot. It's the remains of a helicopter. Everybody's panicking now, and I see a gold coloured jeep pull up to the exit of the parking lot. I recognize the driver somewhat, and immediately hop in, wanting to get as far away from that fuckery as possible. The driver turns out to be the quiet artsy girl in a few of my classes, a friend of a friend. We never really talked much, but here we are, speeding away from that clusterfuck. Despite the panic and fear I'm sure the both of us are feeling right now, she asks a very calm and casual question. Can't quite remember, it was something about income taxes or something. I say I have no idea, and the dream ends as we begin driving towards a pizza place. Before the dream ended, though, I tasted something. I didn't actually physically tried to taste anything, I just felt a taste in my mouth. It tasted of art. Like, imagine licking a painting in an art gallery, or eating crayons, only it tasted beautiful. It tasted like good art. I don't care, I'm going to consider this a task of the month, I tasted something. I wasn't lucid, nor did I try to taste anything, but there was a taste in my mouth so that's close enough.

After waking up, (this part is IRL, it wasn't a false awakening) I try to move my arm to check the time on my phone. I had trouble moving my arm, so I try seeing what I can do with my arm. I could move my arm at the shoulder, and my hand at the wrist, but I couldn't bend my arm. Trying to bend it, I end up just moving my arm back and forth, its weight pulling it down so I could only really have it in a few positions, I couldn't stop it in between. I had to hold my arm with my other hand (which thankfully was fully functioning) so I could properly move it without its weight dropping it much further than I want. I tried to bend my arm with assistance from my other, but that didn't work, either. However, this entire ordeal only lasted a short time, maybe 15-20 seconds, and I was very soon able to move my arm however I wanted, with no problems with gravity.

This one was really cool. It started out in front of a run-down looking house. I was sitting in a car. Kinda felt like I was Dean from Supernatural. Anyway, there was some other guy beside me in the car, but it wasn't Sam. We both went inside and explored it. Apparently we were supposed to obtain a password for a certain door in the house. Some guy was inside and I guess we had to fight it out of him. There was a relatively big chamber before the door. "Sam" and I went behind a big piece of concrete (Probably a fallen wall) to wait for the man so we could jump out and fight him. "Sam" was noticed before me though, and the man threw something at Sam's neck and he fell on the ground. I remember them as being... Well, you know wind up toys? It was a handle to wind something up, only it had a really sharp point. Then I stood up to fight the man. He was wearing ragged clothes and he looked kind of old... Maybe in his 30's to 40's. The man threw a wind up handle at me but I dodged it. I don't really remember parts of the fight here though. But all I know is that I was doing kinda bad until I learned how to avoid the wind up handles entirely. He threw another one at me and got it in my neck, but I pulled it out and punched him in the face. He stumbled and fell onto the ground. Another wind up handle was thrown but I blocked my neck and it didn't hit me. Then I started punching him over and over and over. Left, right, left, right left, right left, right left, right left, right left, right... Until finally he looked dead, and I picked him up and threw him out a window. "Sam" woke up and pulled the wind up handle from his neck. Then he asked me if I got the password from the guy. Of course I didn't though, because I just punched the crap out of him and threw him out a window. I felt kind of guilty at that too. But yeah that's what I remember. It was pretty neat, especially the part where I kicked ass.

I rate this dream 4/5 awesome dances.

LUCID

*I became lucid while looking at my smart phone. I then decide to search nepal on youtube. I scrolled the videos until I saw something that appeared interesting. I clicked the video and these monks were on an island surrounded about circle of skulls practicing ritual. For some reason I became scared and I woke up.

*I hear the mantra om mani padme hum and found my self at a scared place. There were alot of people there practicing this mantra. This place was made out of rock as if were on the side of a mountain. There were also holes in the this mountain filled with warm water. Each hole could only fit one person. I believe these were there to enhance practice.

1am-6am

this dream takes place in the apartment. i have just bought a new pair of jeans. buying these jeans enters you into a contest: the contest details are written on a pink leather square on the back of the jeans. i show the jeans to my mother and she becomes incredibly angry, screaming at me that the jeans are awful and i am stupid for wasting my money on them. i try to reason with her but she continues to furiously berate me.

i later had a lucid dream in which i was able to exert control over the environment -- although i have lucid dreams quite regularly they are typically very short & i am not able to control anything... this dream was different. sadly, i don't recall it too well.
i was inside of a house. something about the environment tipped me off that it could be a dream, so i performed a reality check. it was successful, so i ran outside of the house (rubbing my hands to stabilize the dream -- i remember i looked at my hands once and they looked normal, which i've never experienced dream before) into an autumnal forest area with many elaborate fountains scattered around. the fountains were all turned off but i was able to will them to begin flowing. i felt an invigorating rush of power. this is the first time i've been able to change the environment in a LD and makes me optimistic for my dream control in the future.

7am-9:30 am

i am in an unfamiliar house with three teenage boys and an older woman. at one point i ask the woman what the boys think of me. she tells me i disgust them with my insecurity. i have a breakdown and begin crying. i think i might have to go to the mental hospital.

later i dream that i am playing sims 3. there is a new item, a box that your sim can crawl into. when you click on it there is an option to "enter the dread cave". i choose this option: my sim enters and does not come back. the scene then switches from observing a video game to being inside of a real life scene. the box has turned into a kennel and there is a small black dog here. i put the dog into the kennel but it escapes somehow. i talk with someone about this and we somehow make the dog want to be locked in the kennel.