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First I had a dream that Sam from Supernatural was a merman. Then I woke up, moved to a different bed, and went back to sleep.

Had a dream that a corrupt government was taking over. Since I was part of some kind of committee for the government, I was able to try and change it for the better as much as I could, along with my friend who was in the same situation. However, this required us to each write an essay, and after a paragraph, we both got writer's block, and couldn't complete it. Later, my friend and I plus another committee member who felt the same were all on this big floating structure that we called a planet, though it wasn't. My friend put bombs all over it and when she detonated them, we rode the explosion over to a nearby planet. Later, I'm on another planet as Arthur from Merlin, and I'm walking around a field of corn, and I come upon a house and a giant husk of corn lying on its side. If I remember correctly, I'm seeing most of it from a first person view, but I'm not actually in control of the actions. Arthur walks around, picking off a couple kernels of corn and popping them into his mouth, and makes deductions of the people who live in the house by the things he sees like Sherlock Holmes. The people come out of the house and angrily drive him away.

Later, I'm in a dream that keeps switching between first and third person. There are two slugs on a whole planet full of sentient slugs, and the corrupt government is back again. On giant screens is the one in charge, a religious leader who is completely changing the christian faith to his own desires, and almost everyone on the planet calls themselves a Christian and follows him. The two slugs are not followers, and so they're on the run from the police. They hide on top of a tall building, where there is an entrance that is nothing but a squishy hole in the roof, because apparently that's an entrance for a slug. One of them tries to go down into the building to hide, but he comes back up after going halfway through the hole because he discovers that the building is a middle school, and the hole is only large enough for middle school-age slugs, but too small for an adult. The other slug urges him on, reminding him of how good he is at squeezing through small holes. The other slug tries again, squeezes through all the way, and is crushed to death.

Later, I'm me, and I'm exploring this big living complex thing in the future. Everything is white and clean, and I'm on the first floor, which is like a grocery store. The corrupt religious leader is fully in power, although I don't mind much since I'm not from this time, and as soon as I'm done looking around, I can go back to the past before anything bad happens to me. I look around the different sections of the store - I visit one labeled on the wall as "Miel" which is "honey" in French. There are many different types of honey products, including shampoo. I leave this to go to the candy section, and grab a bunch of different stuff - chocolate with peanut butter, chocolate with M&M's, and fruit candy. However, I realize that the packet of crayons I have in my pocket is not currency, as I'd been confused about earlier. (Earlier I also gave a grey crayon to a cashier to check to see if it would work, but then I walked away before I was able to see the results.) Since I was in the future and I would have no repercussions for my actions, I decided, oh well, I'll just steal them. As I walked by the check-out lines, the lady with my grey crayon was asking whose crayon it was, and I hurriedly walked past to avoid interaction.

I found an elevator (I hadn't previously known that the floor I was on wasn't the only one) and went to the top floor. It was some sort of museum exhibition-type-thing. I waited for a bit, and the elevator went to the right, and I discovered that once you go to a floor, if you wait, the elevator will cycle through different parts of the floor for you to get off at. I wasn't interested in any of the museum pieces, which were mostly art-related things, if I remember correctly. I went to the second floor, and I found a place about frogs and slugs, so I excitedly got off there. As I looked at a giant dark brownish statue of two slugs on a branch and read about their biology, I rooted through the candy I bought to decide which one to eat first. I pulled up from my pocket a dead frog encased in chocolate, and I thought, ew, I don't want to eat a frog, I wonder why I bought that. However, I now believe that I never actually bought it in the first place.

So I've decided to do a 30-day challenge of using the SSILD technique. I have experimented with the technique before with somewhat mixed success. So this time I'm going to use nothing but SSILD for the next 30 days and record how many LD's and FA's I get. So here we go:

Day 8

Because of my recent failures in lucid dreaming the past few days, I decided to take 2 B-6's - not enough to induce an LD by itself, but hopefully enough to boost my recall and help my SSILD work better. I went to bed at 12:00, but I couldn't get to sleep until at least 1. I woke up naturally for some reason at 4:30, and then my alarm went off at 6:30, which was ridiculously stupid since I set it for 5:45. I'm 100% sure that it was my alarm going off, and I did an RC when I woke up so I'm sure it wasn't an FA. It has no snooze function on the app I was used (or at least it was disabled for that alarm), so it actually kind of pisses me off that it screwed up like that. I laid there until about 7:15 with no sign of going to sleep, so I just gave up. I do remember having 2 non-lucid dreams, but I didn't bother to write it down, so I completely forgot it... The other one was technically a fragment, but whatever.

I was in the studio audience of a 90's episode of Family Feud, hosted by Kathy Griffin (don't ask me why...). The entire set was red carpet, red seats, red everything. I was walking backstage for some reason, when these two ring girls walk out from the back door. I kind of paid them no attention and went through the door.

My failure is really starting to get on my nerves. It was even worse tonight since I couldn't even get back to sleep when I wanted to. I know it's common to have a dry spell, but this is kinda ridiculous...

Day 8: LD - 0, FA - 0
TOTAL: LD - 4, FA - 2

Dream recall from today's nap.

I was chatting with SilentEternity on skype.

I was waiting for a dressing room at a crowded thrift store. Several people crowded the area and pushed me to the back of the line. The clerk opened another dressing room area in the storage area. Once inside the room a voice said, "You want to be between 744 and 745 hz (or Mhz). But not 746." 746Hz was too high.

The voice was a clear as a bell and I immediately woke up.

Last night I was so tired of not sleeping the night before that I totally forgot meditation.
However, REM-rebound kicked in and I had awesome dreams.

1st: I was visiting the local carnival with some friends. We walked around in a huge tent with lots of people drinking beer and stuff. My friend gave me some money and we both bought the stereotypical bavarian beer. I tasted it and it was so tasty!
We then walked around some more while getting a little bit tipsy from the beer. We met other friends and that's about all I remember.

Interpretation: I couldn't get the chance to visit the actual carnival this year and I was really angry. Probably some regret-memory of mine.

2nd: I was on a castle with lots of wizards. I was a wizard myself and I had the Fairy Tail mark on my arm. Suddenly a huge army approached the castle. We were told to defend it. A bridge was seperating the castle from the army. Suddenly a huge dragon appeared and just crushed my mates. I tried to attack the dragon but it was way too strong for me. The army approached and we tried to defend the castle but we just couldn't. At some point the castle was overrun and we lost.

Interpretation: Fairy Tail rocks! I love that anime and almost every night I dream of it now.

3rd: I was sitting in the bus to my village. Some random strangers sat next to me and talked about how they drink lots of water during the day. I told them that I barely have any water with me when I go to school and we had some random conversations. I felt some kind of 'vibe' from myself that showed that I was very confident.

Interpretation: Pickup dream, I flirted with one of the strangers and I felt like I could totally control the conversation.


Had another dream but it was very personal so I'm not gonna write it down.

My plans for tonight are a little different. I'm gonna continue doing ADA but when I go to bed I'll try some self-hypnotization experiments. I've read something on a different DJ and I want to try it out.

Just recall a fragment, but there were some kind of tools which were different in some way if my children were nearby. One time I was looking for my kids who were hiding, and I was almost ready to give up when someone reminded me I had these tools in the car, and they indicated that my kids were nearby, and it turned out they had been hiding in the car.

I'm not 100% sure whether I was even asleep for this or whether it was a semi-conscious kinda weird thing... One minute I remember tossing and turning in bed, and the next... rabbits in a field, then... back to the bedroom... ???

I was talking to rabbits in a big open field, feeding them and chatting as though they were friends I was out for a meal with. That's it in its entirety!

All I remember about this was waking (or thinking I had woken) and looking over towards the bedroom door. There, floating and looking like your traditional spook, was a woman, dressed all in white and with a faint aura around her, vaguely lighting the room.

I remember that, even though it was creepy, I wasn't scared at all. It was more along the lines of 'Oh, what are you doing there?'

1. [non-lucid]

fragments:
We were talking about the dreams we had and it was my turn so I told them or at least someone did.
Was about these children that were different (maybe genetically altered), I think I may have made them in a lab of some sort.
I'm standing between a bed with a light green sheet and dark wooden shelving to my right
A guy sat on the bed writing/drawing something on some paper.

I think i was male, anyway definitely not my waking self. In this dream I knew the nature of my reality. To clarify: this was a non-lucid dream, but I believed I knew the nature of reality - that was part of the content of the dream - and in the dream I did not mean by that whether or not it was a dream. In this dream there was a powerful cast of high priests/priestesses, and all of us were connected to some sort of electric web. I at some point changed the current in this Web. The priests/priestesses immediately reacted that I must be stopped, but I was not worried (unstoppable?).

I have the strong sense that there was more to it, but that's all I recall.

06/28/13

Dreamscape 2
I wake up in bed and roll over. I am not in my own bed. Something soft and furry is curled up beside me. I reach over and pet it. It responds with a, "Pika!" and a purr. I sit up in the bed and look around. I am back in the bedroom of Dreamscape. I see the black cat sitting on a chair not far from the bed. I get up out of bed and almost trip on the Buddha statue that is sitting on the floor. I curse myself silently for forgetting it. I see there is a journal on the floor near the statue. The cat on the chair meows. I go over to the cat and pet it. The cat begins to purr. There is a knock on the door to the room. I go over to the door and ask who's there. For a minute there is no answer… and then finally someone says that he is my neighbor coming for a visit. I think he is probably a Templar. I don't really want to let a Templar inside my Dreamscape. There is another knock at the door. It is getting a bit more impatient. I think about it for a bit longer, thinking there was some reason I wanted to let them in but I am not able to remember why I would do that. They are pounding on the door now. I finally decide to follow my instinct. I open the door and get out of the way. Two Templars practically tumble into the room. They turn around and look at me. One of them looks around the room and asks if this is where I have been hiding the artifacts. I ask them what they want here. One of them looks back over at me. Before anyone can answer, however, I see another person enter through the door which I had not bothered closing. I look over at the new arrival and recognize him as Alex Mercer from the Prototype game.

I do a double take at that… Great… now my Dreamscape is infested with Templars and a viral shape-shifter. One of the Templars asks Alex who he is. The other one says he has a proposal for me, one he hopes I will not refuse. The Templar talking to Alex tells Alex to get lost, this is not his concern, and pushes him towards the door. I tell the Templar that he really doesn't want to piss Alex off. He asks what Alex is going to do about it? Fight him? Huh? Wanna fight? He says he'll kick Alex's ass right out the… He is interrupted when Alex grabs him and quite quickly consumes him. The Templar talking to me has continued talking, but I have not been listening. He stops now and stares at Alex, saying, "What the fuck?!" He takes a couple steps away from Alex, but he doesn't move quickly enough to avoid getting grabbed by Alex. All he gets out is, "Oh, shit…" before he, too, is consumed. Alex is just standing there looking at me, and all that comes to mind to say is that was truly disgusting as I look at the bloody mess on the floor of my Dreamscape bedroom. I go over to the door and look out, calling out to ask if anyone else wants to come on in. No? Good. I close the door. I turn around to find I'm looking directly at Alex… and he is holding the black cat. I do a double take at that and then head towards the other side of the room. Alex says something about Abstergo being associated with Gentek… I comment a Templar by any other name is still a fucking Templar. I look around and see the door that leads to the hallway on the Dreamscape website.

I go through that door and see it leads to a long hallway that has no doors on either side. I head down the hall, Alex follows me. The black cat jumps from his arms and runs down the hall at top speed. I wonder if the cat is leading me somewhere. I think that if he is, he needs to slow down a bit. I hurry faster to follow the cat. Alex stays right with me. I glance over at him, wondering what he is after, but then I wake up.

I have been focusing on MILD

Fragments. Once I woke up thinking I had been lucid but had no recall. The second time I hear someone that I thought of as Wurlman say the words, "lucid dreaming" I woke with start. I can't remember any other details.


#1 There was a party with a bunch of teens. Something about it ending but the guys wanted to go longer. We though of ways to keep it going but someone drank the last beer. They said "Last of the alcohol" and threw the bottle in the fireplace.

I saw my wife who wasn't my wife just a girl I liked. I wanted to makes sue she didn't go home with some jerk so I offered to give her a ride.

#2 I am on some train ride roller coaster thing in some tunnels. I remember the old dream from a few days ago and am confused why we went a different route. The train soon dissolves and I am walking in some strange maze like building. I think of mini golf. There's something about a window unit.

I find myself standing outside the window unit. I make an adjustment and turn around. There are two guy that look really thugish. They also look like my wife's sisters husband but they have long hair and red bandannas. They look Mexican but also may like Native Americans. I think they must be his brothers. They have the same eyes. There's a third guy and we all talk about something.

# 3 I am playing some game at work with a bunch of people sitting at a table. My wife is one of them. I roll dice and take as many steps. I continue until I get to the smoker shack that now looks like a brick building from downtown with several stories. I go back to the table and realize I left my son in the building. I worry how long it has been. I run back thinking about how many times I must have rolled dice to get there. I worry that I skipped everyones turn. I find my son in some room buried in cloth. I feel him and pull him out and cuddle him. My wife is with me and I feel really bad. Some young woman drives up in car (I guess I am outside now?) and tries telling me something but Ignore her. I look at my son and he is a newborn again. The woman coos at him.

Dream 1(fragment):

I was playing AI War and then it turned to be similar map to the one i played earlier.

Dream 2(fragments):

I was exploring some foggy lands and there was a river. Later it turned into RTS mode and i was controlling a squad of units.

Dream 3(fragments):

There was something about musicians and some video game in which i had to fight through some hospital, then musicians grew horns and turned out to be demons and we were talking about DMC series, then they started some kind of concert with music.

Legend: Dream , Semi-Lucid , Lucid , Side notes.

Getting kissed: So last night, i got kissed in like 2 different dreams by some girls. I don't really remember much else though, i know it left me happy when i woke up xD but because of it, i decided to go back to sleep since i was in such a good mood and not log any dreams. Oh well, i still remember some so it's okay. I'll make sure to log them tonight though

Star trek dust adventure: I remember being in some squad, we were deployed to some desert and we're assigned to hunt down some monsters. We got to the monsters and killed them, after that , i remember getting into a spaceship and talking about star trek.

Computer apps: I was forced to take a computer apps class over the summer. Instead of paying attention, i moved about the classroom and starting stealing random things i thought would be helpful, hehe, the dude even had some binoculars in his closet, awesome.

I've been neglecting to write down the dreams that make me feel bad.

A few nights ago there was one where I carried my mom around. A railroad track that went around the coast of San Francisco, like that Mario Party game. I rode my bike around it, and she was drunk, needed help, couldn't control herself. We rode it around to the bottom, and going back uphill the tracks came apart in disrepair. I ended up climbing up the tracks, her holding onto my leg. It got steeper and steeper, and I started climbing hand over hand. I couldn't do it. We fell into the water.

This morning I had one about not being able to do my job. Staring at the menu screen again, wondering what everything was. Except I'm more aware of it this time, and I try to actually explore it a little more. Meanwhile this annoying redheaded kid is ordering a fucking hamburger and wants me to find it on the menu.

I went for a long break, thinking I had a lunch because it was my birthday. But that wasn't the case. I came back late as Robert called my phone. He needed my help. I try to find the store in the middle of a health club. I was late. Time edit log. My bad.

I was warming up with the hockey team, helping them out. Weighing them. But I wasn't part of the team, just an average-ass dude. I walk down the field and see a krumping class. The instructor asks what I'm doing, says I should come and krump. Girls in the class are giving me looks. When I come back and decide to do it, one is naked, but she puts her leotard back on. Really hot. We start to do plyometrics, but then everybody disappears. It's just me and another girl, who I'm not interested in. We go over to a bar on the mirror. I try to do a handstand on it, following her movements, but the instructor says "Don't hurt yourself, you can't do it." That's fine.

I am at a playground. This is some kind of festival, a radio show. I stand on a bench. Someone acting like a dinosaur looks up and roars at someone much taller than him, also on the bench next to me. The announcer quips that this seems a bad idea. The tall dark hairy man looms over the dino-man menacingly. And then the attention is on me. "And Mr. Galactico over here..." I am taller than everyone. "Come down!" I act my part. I do a weird twisting flip and land on the floor. I make up a silly kind of salute where I brush my hair back. Mr. galactico.

Later I do a handstand on the bench. I can hold it really well. I decide to take a leap of faith and plop my feet down. They land on planks instead of thin air, so I don't get hurt. I say "Whoa!" to my dad. "Check it out!" I'm also so flexible that I can see through my legs, bending my head way back. He is nonplussed.

I'm playing on the playground, swinging around on different things. Handles get sharper and sharper, coming down into a V of different sizes and angles as I swing out over space. I hear someone scream. A commotion. He has been fighting with my mom. She is drunk, hysterical. She lets out a horrible shriek. My dad has hit the retarded kid who comes into my work. William is unconscious and naked. He rolls around on the floor like he's dead. Fuck my parents, dude.

Another brief dream where I'm being pulled out to sea from a beach. Very vivid blues. It's beautiful. I feel the vast tug of the ocean, of oblivion, taking hold of me. I think about the forces at work, the mechanics of waves, people washing ashore. I envision the forces pulling me like exhaust from a vast jet engine, and I turn the thrusters around. Gradually the forces equalize, under the waves where I've imagined them to be working. I can feel them behind me. I wash up on shore, but the sand is sharp and it hurts my arms where I roll in from the waves. I dig through the sand and find shark teeth of all different shapes and sizes.

And I'm sick of all of these dreams. All the imagery, the attention directed AT me but not GIVEN to me, I'm sick of it. I probably could have become lucid during the ocean dream, but I didn't have the drive to. I thought I liked being physically strong, but it seems like it's just something for people to take advantage of in me, or some cry for attention that never really pans out. Check out this COOL TRICK. FUCKING WOW, nobody cares. Nobody cares about me.

The worst dreams for me aren't nightmares; even when there are zombies or some menace I think it's really interesting in a morbid way. At least I'm doing something, and there's a movie narrative I can latch onto. The worst dreams for me are those with an inescapable air of depression, of inevitable failure. My energy is directed somewhere unimportant, and so bad things happen around me. Nothing is fresh, just the same patterns of despair. I hate bad dreams.