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Non lucid bits and bobs

Noticing a big stain on a jacobite shirt.

Noticing the petrol gauge on my car was nearly on empty.

Me and my boy sitting in a stationary car. In the back seat was an Australian lassie doing a survey of some description. She kept saying a particular word in a silly way (canny mind the word) and we chuckled until she realised. She then told me to name the car we were in. I gave it an amusingly dirty name. So amusing that I forget it noo.

Serving a family of gypsies in my shop, it was mainly shirts they were buying.

A man stepped to one side, and a lassie I kent had been standing behind him. She had shorts on and was very tanned looking.

That's ma lot!

All I remember is there was a huge monster like person trying to make people do things they didn't want to do. So I called out against it but got distracted with a electronic device of some kind. The next thing I remember is sitting in a classroom near a little girl and she was drawing a fictional bird on a white piece of paper. I told her that she could look at my paper if she wanted cause I was already done with my essay.

Morning of October 23, 2014. Thursday.



My dream becomes more vivid with each stage but never lucid. In the first part, I have a smaller rectangular mirror of which is a little bigger than that of a medicine cabinet’s. My family and I are living at an unknown location. I have a confident awareness that mirrors and photographs (and ultimately any plane’s surface) can be “entered” depending on the extent of focus and will. I hold up my mirror which later seems to be a photograph or print, though the image seems to change from my perspective depending on the angle I hold it. It seems to mostly show features of an empty room, though I sometimes perceive that it is reflecting the ceiling or walls of the room I am in. I attempt to put my right hand into (and beyond) its surface to see if my hand will move through it as an implied glass “portal” but it seems solid as my fingers press against the surface. My two youngest sons watch at times.

At one point, as I am holding up my mirror, a small dog sticks its head a short distance from out of the two-dimensional plane from “inside” it (becoming three-dimensional past the threshold, just past its neck) and barks a bit as if it is confused or perhaps feels threatened. It soon vanishes and I get the impression that it may have somehow gotten out and is inside the sofa or in the room somewhere, though I do not see it again.

Later, I seem to be rescuing people at some sort of unrealistically dangerous workplace in a commercial building. However, one person dies from a fall over a mezzanine as I am saving someone else from a fall down an elevator shaft. It seems that people are continuously accident-prone at the location, but the manager thanks me for the people I do save.

I eventually find myself in another unknown location, though I get the sense I live in the area with my family. I am at the house of an unfamiliar neighbor; an older black woman who is talking about other people in the neighborhood, which seems to be adjacent to a long wide road. I am unsure of the implied city or country, though the house seems to be partly modeled after my older brother Earl’s previous home on Saint Cloud Street in America. A few other unfamiliar people show up. An unfamiliar Caucasian woman thinks I have special abilities, which is related to the first scenario, where plane surfaces can supposedly be “entered” and “explored”. She has a mirror and asks me if I am able to put my hand into it. I attempt it a couple times but it does not work, as my fingers merely press hard against the surface. However, I relax and notice that the mirror is somehow reflecting silverware and dishes as if I am looking down at them. Perhaps the image is somehow reflected from another area of the house. It seems to be like a rectangular silver serving tray at this point.

I am able to feel my way into the “mirror” and pull out a large silver fork and hold it up. I start to reshape it into a three-dimensional Picasso-like figure. I mentally stretch it in a semi-circular motion as it floats in midair. At one point, small silver “threads” seem to be pulled out, to create additional detail when swept back over the piece. I give the silver figure to a random person in the house and the woman with the “mirror” faints from being astounded, falling near my right, near the end of the sofa.

Another person has a van Gogh self-portrait print, which is about the same size as the previous “mirror”. I let my hands move into the surface and I start to pull out a small human figure made of various small pieces of felt, which have intricate detail, including the blue clothes and yellow hat. It is somewhat like a miniature rag doll or unstrung marionette, but more like a work of real art, with the “same” essence as the painting, yet also more “complete”. I know that I will give this to another person in the room. My dream starts to fade, though it is very vivid at this point (though I am still not lucid). The potential for creating three-dimensional art from pulling it out of two-dimensional “realms” seems endless.

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This dream is all about subliminal control of the dream state and because of that obvious factor, is unrelated to my waking life other than aspects being borrowed for the autosymbolic sequences. For example, the fainting woman is a known dynamic of signifying Zsuzsanna waking up and getting out of bed, thus leaving the realm of dreams (and it is similar to the common presence of The Sleeper as a first-level dream state indicator). She sleeps on my left and appears on my left in dreams when she is sleeping, but on my right if she is awake (which validates that a part of myself is always subliminally aware of being in the dream state, lucid or not). This is based on waking symbolism being oriented to the right, as my left side is less exposed to the environment in sleep (though people who do not understand dreams or the dream state will typically try to attribute it to a myth or what left or right “means”).

The association with the mirror as a portal as well as the ambiguous association with it being as a serving tray reveals my intent of using the essence of liminal space (the transpersonal dynamics between dreaming and waking) to serve my intent in having full control of the dream state. As with a wall, a doorway, a fence, curtains, and other features, a mirror is a specific kind of liminal space divider that represents the division between the limited fictitious essence of the dream self and the conscious self identity. (However, a mirror will usually present a false view of the dream self when looked into, because it will typically display the illusory dream self, not the true conscious self identity. The only exceptions for me includes one dream in which I perceived my reflection as Zsuzsanna, though this was just before we met in real life, and another dream where I seemed to be seeing a much older Zsuzsanna as my reflection more recently.)

The rest of this dream is based on other common factors of the dream state itself. The scene with me rescuing people from falling is based on the waking start itself and developing control of the preconscious state, of which validates the other segments of my dream as such, with the same overall intent of mastering liminal space (unrelated to waking life as it is wholly based on the nature of exploring dreams, both lucidly and non-lucidly). This includes the dog coming out from liminal space, as a dog represents obedience to the dream self as sustaining and controlling my dream and is why dog attack dreams were more common during my development of apex lucidity before I began to have control even in non-lucid dreams.

My dream had a very positive presence and even seemed to increase my well-being.

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Dream - Lucid

I just recalled a bit of something...another dream about not attending a class that I was enrolled in. I think it was math again. I only remember this detail, all others are very vague pictures. Some kind of ceremony, I think? Maybe graduation? Not entirely sure.

~

I'm not sure where I was, but it was daytime. Dallas was texting me. He was in Oregon. He was saying he may fall down this huge hill. I guess he was hiking and close to a steep hill/ledge. I was worried for him; I hoped he didn't fall. For awhile, I was then not getting any responses from him, and when I'd text him, it would have trouble going through. He must be in a bad reception area. I then tried to call, and it wouldn't go through. I was really starting to get concerned.

I was then in the car, sitting on the passenger's side. Dallas was in the driver's seat, but there was no wheel on his side. I guess I was driving. Anyway, Dallas was sitting there completely naked. He had fallen down the steep hill/ledge. His body was turned in a way where I couldn't see any of his junk. I looked at him, and he looked relatively normal, aside from his front teeth looking like they got banged up, his lip was half normal colored and half a little dark. I was talking to him about us taking him to the hospital, letting his mom know, etc. I also commented on how quickly he got from Oregon to here (it's literally across the country!); I said something about it taking him an hour.

He then told me he didn't think I could handle seeing his injuries. I was talking to him about something when he said this. He turned his body all the way around and...his penis and testicles were completely gone. I tried to keep talking and ignore it, but I couldn't. I was then thinking about some IWL conversations we had about penectomies and how Dallas would fall into a huge depression if that happened. He was telling me it got cut off in the fall, but he couldn't go back and get it. He seemed to be in shock about the whole thing right now, like it wasn't affecting him that badly. I was wondering what they could do for him at the hospital.

I then saw him again at some point, a side view, and it looked like his penis was there after all. It was a very brief view though. I think we were in the hospital.

~

I was going down through the floor, down, down, down into darkness. I realized this wasn't waking life, but it didn't feel like a lucid dream, it honestly felt more like an OBE (for convenience purposes, I'm going to use the color code for my LDs, even though I genuinely do not believe it was a regular LD). I decided that I wanted to see what Hell looked like (I do not believe that heaven and hell are real places, but states of mind and being). In a previous experience some years ago, I was going down into the ground in a similar fashion in an LD, but I was too afraid to see hell, so I went back up. This time, I said to myself that I could handle it; I was ready to see it. I was concerned about waking myself up, but I held it together very well. I then looked down at my body and saw I was naked in the darkness as I descended. Interesting.

I then was in hell. I was in a room where there were these long tables all around the perimeter of the room. There were children who were supposed to be getting their faces painted by adults, but the adults were cutting their faces and painting them with blood. The children were scared and upset. There was a doorway leading into another room. I went into that one. I don't remember what was specifically going on in there, but there were more scared and upset children.

I then was in blackness again, and this feeling of fear and despair came over me. I knew they were not my own feelings, but the feelings pervading this hell. I saw vague shapes in the blackness.

~

I woke up from that last dream and fell asleep again, fully aware that I was going to enter a dream. I was out of my body again. I was in the house I grew up in. I don't remember many details about being in the house, but I then went outside and floated into the air. It was a bright and sunny day. I decided since I had seen hell, it was time to see heaven. I went up, up, up into the air. I then was in this tube that was very vivid. It was covered in light blue squares that had some Disney character's face on them. I went further into the tube and the color changed to yellow with more characters. It kept changing like this until I emerged on the other side.

I was in what looked like the exact same face painting room from hell, except for this time, the kids were really getting their faces painted. They were not scared or sad, but it was a much more calm atmosphere.

Unfortunately, I don't remember any more from this experience. I don't think much happened after that.

I then was back on Earth, outside in the daytime. I was floating, working on the effortless method of just letting it happen, but then I started to go down towards the Earth. I started to make myself float up again, and started to "swim" through the air. I knew that this was not what I had been working on, and it felt like I had more resistance, but it was working. I was swimming upwards and to the left towards the house.

There was a point where I looked in a mirror slightly above me and at an angle, and wanted to make angel wings appear on my back (something I tried to do in a previous LD not long ago), and lo and behold, there they were on my back. They were white and feathered. I smiled; they were beautiful.

~

I was again entering a dream. I felt like I was leaving my body, but appeared in a different room. I saw my sleeping body laying on the bed. It was naked, but in the same position that I fell asleep in. I seemed to be in what looked like a hotel room. Someone else was in there too, though I'm not sure who. They could see me though, which was kind of surprising. I went into the bathroom and floated. Someone else came in, my CS assistant manager, C. She could see me floating in the air! I was surprised that she could see me! I started to do these flips between the walls by the toilet, and she was laughing. I loved it!

~

Caved and took a whole Ambien again last night. -_-; I'm going to take a half tonight, otherwise I'll never get off this stuff. Though the experiences I had were very cool. I never felt like I was lucid dreaming; I felt out of body. It really did feel different. It was quite fascinating!

This may have been yesterday: Something to do with riding a tiny yellow BMX bike through a city. I was actually doing really good riding across the tops of dumpsters and what not. I was riding with two other blurry DCs. One male and one female. They were both impressed with my tricks.
I eventually went through this brick tunnel and found myself in this small park area. There are old ladies sitting everywhere with bread and nuts and the likes, and throwing them on the ground to feed the pigeons.
I looked around and there was bird poo everywhere. I wondered what could possibly make so much bird poo. Then I saw that there were these giant pigeons present at the park, about two feet tall when landed. The big pigeons were more cautious to be fed and the old lades were having some kind of contest to see who could feed the most big pigeons.

I am on a small island. I am supposed to be exploring for resources so that I can survive or something. Also, there are these rocky crevaces in the island. I continually go into them to see if they are caves that might contain some kind of crystal that I can supposedly trade for other supplies in the game. It seems like there are caves connected here, but they are all blocked with piles of gravel and loose stone, and I need a shovel or something to get through them.
At one point or other I managed to find a small vein of the crystals on the surface, and crack one off with my hand.
...
Um...Minecraft much?
...
The dream glitches. I become partially lucid. I am in my own backyard. My mom was there and she was telling me about how she wanted to remodel the patio on the backyard and add this little canal that would run around the patio and be framed by these bricks. She said something about tiki torches as well.
I began using semi-lucid dream control to great effect. I rebuilt the patio to her specifications and she was very happy for me. All of the bricks were made out of this rough, dark stone and had aztec/tribal designs on them. I also recall accidentally thinking of these huge stone tiki heads and adding them to our backyard. I also, for some reason added a palm tree, knowing full well that it would die during the winter.
...
The dream glitches back to the island. I climb down into one of the rocky crevasses that I have not yet explored, and see that there is in fact a pair of rusted metal doors. I open them and behind them is a single large room with shelves full of supplies.
I turn back and see that behind me is actually what looks like somebody's yard in the crevasse; though overgrown and eroded. It looks like somebody lived here a long time ago and abandoned the place. There were these broken stone tiles everywhere and I could make out tomato cages and a collapsed fence.
"...Somebody really into gardening I guess."
Somehow or other Manei came into the dream and I became fully lucid. Manei says something about wanting to make a dream-base and I of course completely forget my goals and decide to go along with it. I lay down some stabilization.
We somehow came to the conclusion that the fist thing we should do is clear all of the crap out of the storage room and all of the overgrown plants out of the yard. I tell her that that's easy-peasy.
I just turn away from the yard and say something like:
"When I turn around the yard will be clear."
I turn back and see that for the most part the yard has cleared. There are still a few ferns and shrubs along the back edge. I turn away a second time.
"When I turn around the yard will be completely clear."
I turn around. The yard is clear now but for some reason there is now a very tall red rose bush right in the middle. I guess I'm going to have to be a bit more direct.
I began projecting some kind of blue ray from my hand. It went around the rose bush and a tooltip came up that said 'Rose Bush'. I was somehow able to activate a 'delete' option and I removed it from the scene.
I go inside to check on her progress with removing all the junk. She seems to be using the same ray that 'selects' the boxes and a tooltip comes up and says 'Box of Junk'. She then deletes them. All of the boxes are already gone on one side and she's just getting started on the other.
I look in one of the boxes and see that there are all of these... er I don't really know what they were. They looked like miniature microwave ovens. They were small (2in by 2in by 3in) and made of a really tough metal. And had a door, a cord, and a keypad like a microwave. There was also some kind of coil like devices mixed in there as well.
I then delete the box in my hands. I guess that was the last of them.
[Dream Guide Logic]
"Now that we're done, let's make cookies! I know how to make the best cookies with *something I forgot* and chocolate chips! So yummy!"
[/Dream Guide Logic]
I woke up a few moments later.

It was the middle of the night, and I had to go back and take down some goals.

I managed to get some semi-lucid dream where I was cataloging wildlife along the side of a river that ran through the rainforest. I can recall there were these crabs and frogs fighting one another. The frogs have acidic tongues that melt the crabs' shells and the crabs pinch at the frogs. There were also turtles involved somehow.
At one point or other, I saw this giant lobster/crayfish creature in the water. It was bright red and shiny.
I then saw an overhead view of where I was and it was a very rich, green, lush area of the world with these plateau-like mountains made of black volcanic stone. There was also a castle-city made of white stone built in one of the valleys.

Been waking up several times on my own last night, and used two of them to do some self-suggestions - and tadaa - lucid!
It was an optically beautiful dream, all was shiny and sparkly and had intense colours, like I unfortunately don't have it so often. It was so beautiful, that I refrained from trying any tasks for a while and just flew about in a city with lots of old-fashioned houses and trees and little gardens and parks.
There was a VW-beetle, cream-coloured, and I used to have one as a student, so I landed and boarded and drove about a bit, first lucid driving ever. Much too smooth for a real beetle, it drove itself more or less, but it was a great memory of the good old times...

Quite astonished over the duration, I decided okay - this is the time, when I finally get it right after maybe 5 or 6 fails at Maxis' dare.
So there I was, standing in the street, and ordering a lighting storm. Came almost instantly, got dark in the process, and first I thought, it's going to end like the last times, just no one bolt dared touch down on me.
But I really gave it my all, hands reaching to heaven, beckoning, imagining myself transforming from getting hit, too.

And then I got hit!!
A bolt maybe only 5 cm in diameter, but it struck me directly in my outstretched right hand and went through my body.
The sensation wasn't overly strong, but I did feel electricity shoot through me and into the ground, it was a tingling, sizzly feeling, completely pain-free but astonishing. Maybe it worked, because I had imagined how it would feel directly in the dream, before the beckoning.

My field of vision almost went into the sort of total white-out I had experienced when the real episode of me almost getting struck happened, but not quite. Not as mercilessly bright and overwhelming as it had been in reality.
I had concentrated on transforming into a cat, too, besides surviving, I imagined a great cat, one for which I wouldn't have to loose mass from my human physiology, imagining a small cat wasn't helpful I had decided.

And what I got was a sort of spiky white fur, half electricity, half real, I felt my body distinctly differently, but I woke up before I could go on exploring further, what it was I had transformed into. But looking out from my face, I could see all the spikes coming out of naked me, maybe 10 cm long and in patches, not evenly, there was skin visible between them. Fur seems to be the most easy thing for me, when it comes to transformation.
Almost the only thing, I ever got from attempts, to be honest. Well - and once a beak.

Very satisfying long lucid!

I don't remember a lot of things about this night dreams...
Just someone (I don't know who it is) telling me "Hey ! Kevin (a boy in my school) wants to speak with you" and me replying "That's the first time he wants to speak with me...". There also were someone I couldn't see who was playing recorder (I don't know if it's the right word)

1. I was in the "A" school parking lot of my highschool. It was still daytime outside but the sun was starting to go down. I was with a few of my other friends and we were just chilling. I had my longboard with me so I put it down on the ground and started riding it. As I put my foot on the board I noticed that my balance was horrible, and my foot placement was off(makes sense because I haven't rode my longboard in over a month). I attempted to ride my board through the parking lot, even at one time by just sitting on the board like one sits down in a seat, and pushing off. When I first got on my board I noticed that I was wearing either light green or light blue vans. These vans were completely solid in whatever color they were, the entire shoe was that one color.
I remember riding over to the back entrance of my school and meeting my friend Dylan in his van, which was now a different color than usual; blue instead of white. We talked for a minute or so and then he drove off. By now the sun was down and it was really dark outside. Later on I remember sitting at a picnic table outside in the corner of the parking lot with some friends, some being Ryan and Mariana. We ate some food and almost started a food fight as well.

I remember a few things from tonight's dream; the first was a scene in which I was the Master Chief, upon a grey-green ship out in the cosmos; I remember a battle earlier, in a long, trapeze-shaped corridor with grooved rails to either side; it seemed to be some kind of hangar. From a first person perspective I was engaged with small metal satellites that fired lasers; everything was a blaze of action; there was a comrade to my left whose features I can't recall, but I myself seemed to be piloting a very small ship or maybe mechanical suit, firing out purple quasar blasts at every opportunity. It was quite intense, but indistinct. After I had gotten clear of the hangar, I flew out into the empty void of space; something was odd about it, as if it seemed more cluttered than space ought to be; I few past a perfectly spherical rock that looked like a little planet or moon. I was bigger than it. I continued on, the stars tiny white dots against a sheet of blackness. Just after the moon, I saw a great churning void of purple light, like a ball of energy tangled and knotted around itself, shifting constantly to try and disentangle itself; it was so bright, a whitenes burning at the heart of it. I received an order from Cortana to go into it, and I saw that there were three enemies I must be assassinate; one of was a leader of the typical "Arbiter" type Covenant; he had a golden orb in his skull, much like the "Metalheads" in the Jak and Daxter series. I then saw a panning view of a brute leader in a space-station with a similar orb in its skull, and then finally, floating meditatively by a great arched window with a view to the void of space, slightly cloaked in darkness from one side, and turned away, looking left, away from the window, floating in his hover-chair. Something was threatening about him, and I heard Cortana say something along the lines of "God knows how we'll fight a prophet" or words to that effect.

The dream scene shifted, and this time I was looking through my collection of PSP games. For some reason "Daxter" seemed most prominent (maybe something to do with Metalhead reference from earlier). Something was unusual about my room; it seemed mostly devoid of furniture except for my bed and a wooden, two-tier shelf made of the same material as my desk, which was not present. The desk was supported by two small wheels on either side, and held a vast collection of video games that were all mixed up and had no particular order. PS2 games were placed next to little PSP cases, other cases were simply placed on top of the row of cases (I remember seeing Tekken 3 there); I felt slightly annoyed at how disorganised the desk was, and went downstairs. The porch door and front door were both open. The notable thing about outside was that it had been snowing; a light dusting by the looks of it, but enough to cover the ground (We never get much snow in my part of the country). A bald man with pale eyes and an expressive face seemed to be standing guard. He wore a black fleece with some indiscernible company name on, black trousers, and had a walkie-talkie clipped onto his jumper; I asked him how long it had been snowing, and he told be it hadn't been snowing for very long, using that phrase "Just a dusting." My friends Lauren and Lee were getting into a taxi, and I waved goodbye to them. This part had me in a third-person perspective, and I looked oddly hunched, my legs in an odd position, as if they were giving me bother; they drove off, and the dream scene shifted again.

This time, the scene took place in a toy store with pinewood floors and pinewood shelves; although it was a toy-store, all of the shelves seemed to hold indistinguishable black CD cases rather than toys, but that's what I had the feeling the place was. In this scene, I was wearing a black jacket and sunglasses, and occaionally saw myself from a third person perspective, but for the most part it was first-person. I was in the left-hand corner of the shop; the only one of my companions that I can recall was a fat farmer-looking fellow with a grey yard-brush moustache, great bushy eyebrows, no chin, and face that would likely quiver and turn purple when enraged. He looked a little like the late Richard Griffiths. He wore a typical farmer's cap, khaki trousers, a dark red V-neck jumper and carried a double-barrel shotgun. This scene was particularly scary, as it contained a doll. A gigantic, towering, glassy-eyed doll with slow, shuffling movements. It had pigtails, a creepy, dainty face, black glassy eyes, and turn-of-the-century children's attire.

I yelled at, as we'll call him, Vernon, and he shot at the doll as it shuffled towards us soundlessly from the opposite corner; the bullets did not seem to have any effect. We ran to the other end of the shop, and it followed, then ran back to the other side when it got there. It bent down next to the CD rack on the right-hand-side of the store, exposing its rump, and I had the overwhelming urge to kick it. I did, laying a shoe right in there. It rose, turned around soundlessly, and grabbed me. With that, it opened its terrifyingly huge mouth to reveal human teeth, and bit into my hand; I screamed even though it wasn't painful; I felt only a slight pressure, as one cannot feel pain in dreams, I've noted. Next, it bit off my little finger, and then finally began to claw at my shirt, ripping it open, and bit into my stomach to consume my insides. It was at this moment I realised, if you are bitten by it, you become like it; everything went black and white as the room swirled around me, and I saw a brief glimpse of myself shambling towards the others like a zombie, still in black and white. The primary emotions of the dream, as I must record them, were of course annoyance, anxiety and outright fear, and at one point a sense of empowerment that came fro kicking the giant doll, but that was very quickly replaced again with fear. I would rate its vividness at a 6/10, and I did not become aware, perhaps only slightly just before waking up, I would my awareness at a 2/10. That's all I recall of tonight's dreams.

short dream while taking a nap today

was at my pizza job. there was me,
my boss, and a friend. my boss was
talking to my friend as if they knew
each other. and i was messing around
with a pizza rocker blade. it was
lighter than air and kept floating
away. i figured out that if i held on
to it. and jumped i could almost
float around. my friend and boss
ignored me the whole time until i
ran and jumped hitting the wall where
my boss had just hung up a poster.
there was nothing wrong but he
got angry and tore it down. this
is where my dream ended.


notes: my friend has come in to
this job to see me before but hasn't
interacted with my boss. the only
thing i can think of is i have swapped
out my friend for one of the employs
that kinda reminds me of them.

on the rocker blade. we don't have
that style off cutters. we use the
normal pizza wheel kind.

... floating pizza cutters.... should
have been a dead giveaway. maybe
next time.

Black: Non-dream
Blue: Non-lucid
Red: Lucid

#36
Going to re-write this out because I couldn't seem to find it on my DJ history. Going to do a slack job compared to the last time since I'm tired.

Dream 1 - Studying at the table
Me and my flatmate O are sitting at the kitchen table studying. We find that we have an assignment due soon in 2 parts, 600 words and 300 words. O lends me his work so I can use it as a reference, I open it up on my laptop using a program called 'Note Taker Pretender v9.0'. There are coloured tabs (red, yellow, etc) that separate the various sections of his assignment.

Dream 2 - Bathrooms everywhere
So there is a large room where there is a bunch of people in. It's quite gray and dull, there's a lot of doors that I know lead to various bathrooms. I decide to use one, and the one I go to has 3 people sitting on a bench in it. One of these people is J, a girl I knew from my residential hall. I ask them to leave so I can use the room and they comply. I close the door behind them and lock it.

#37
Dream Fragments.

Didn't remember anything except EXAMS, and that manifested into my dreams last night somehow. Super stressful, had a knot in my stomach the whole night.

I had a dream where I was in some sort of event that involved fitting through extremely and increasingly small spaces. I just remember I would pass through one of these spaces and it would sometimes scrape my skin, and sometimes I could somehow make myself smaller and pass through easily. Eventually I reached the final "doorway". There was a small hole in the wall smaller than a dime. A girl walked up to it, put her eye to it, and got sucked through. I was a little bit apprehensive about doing it at this point. It may sound silly, but have you ever actually been confronted with a situation where you have to squeeze your body through a dime-sized hole? It was intimidating. Anyways, I put my eye to the hole and my body and vision started twisting and swirling as I went through the hole. At that point the dream ended. It was extremely weird though because my vision got distorted the same way my eyes got swirled, and I actually felt my body but it was all swirly. I felt my swirly body.

#372 - DILD - 1:32AM

I was happy to have an early night DILD with minimal effort. I had set my intention at bedtime but used no actual technique other than really wanting to get lucid. It was a close one because I almost forgot the first half. It was the intent on an actual goal that raised my lucidity up another level otherwise I am afraid I would have completely forgot this one; I am convinced it happens for that I realize.

Some things that may have influenced dreaming... A glass of wine early in the evening, (though I felt back to baseline at bed time), 3mg Melatonin.

I am with my wife and we need more space to sleep. We enter an abandoned trailer in the country owned by my ex FIL that is acting like my wife's father. The entire floor was a mattress and I lay down with her. There is some dialog between the DCs and I notice part of the wall is missing. There are some water stains but I don't mind as long as I don't get wet. I drift off to sleep as they are talking.

I am now on a moving boxcar at night. For some reason I am trying to summon Jean-Luc Picard but I am having a hard time. I use dream control methods as if I am lucid by pretending and expecting him to show up. Though I do catch a few thin visuals, I am mostly talking to the air and acting very much like Q. I forget most of this but I recall making some grand gesture and saying, "Now do you want to see some real magic, Jean-Luc Picard?" I stand on the opposite end and use TK to draw a gate between us then quickly phase out of the boxcar.

As I float in the night watching the boxcar speed away, I become fully lucid. I really want to met Picard so I rush back to the boxcar but it is way too fast. I see it's coming around a corner and I try to cut it off. Unfortunately, I phase clear through it and it leaves me behind.

I become mindlessly obsessed with catching Picard. I realize now that I am on foot chasing a car. The tail lights disappear around a bend. I run at super speed but I just can't catch it. I tell myself that I should be able to do this because it's a dream. The environment switches from night to day and I see some water past the trees in the distance. I almost leave it behind to follow the road but I recall my actual goal. Waterbending!

I stand at the bank and reach out to the water. Some mist sprays up and turns to ice then settles back down on my obscuring my vision like thick wet sleet. I almost fall to the void but focus on visuals to quickly get back in the dream. I step into the water now touching it with my hands. There is a mild sensation of cold and wet on my legs. A ball of water starts to rise up but quickly falls. I switch methods and shoot a long jet of water from my hands. I pause and then do it again for a longer period of time.

Now I try pushing back the water to form a wall but I quickly find myself on some artificial beach. Which each swell of the waves I am able to hold the water back for just a few seconds. During this I begin to see small cartoon-like Killer whales and Sperm Whales jumping out of the water in front of me. I note this much I am too focused on the water to care much. After a bit, I notice a male DC to my left helping me hold the water back. With our combined effort we manage to create large flat wall of water about 10-15 feet tall and half as wide. I become very pleased with myself but realize I am not doing it alone. This breaks my concentration and the water crashes on me. I am tossed around some until I wake up. I nose plug right away. Yep, this time its real.

Other non lucid dreams

I enter some psychedelic retro musical as I dance around odd visuals and colors with my son. I try to take a selfie.

I am in the same time era on a building top with some boys. One falls. A helicopter comes to take him. I almost stay behind but I really want a free ride on a chopper.

I thought I was fried and went on a huge ranting rampage only to realize that I was mistaken. I wasn't really fired after all.

I knew the dream was about to start (using WILD technique), so I flew hard and fast right into the dream, unsure of what was ahead of me. The first part of the dream was very blurry, but I was flying as fast as I could. I thought ‘increase lucidity’, and then suddenly the clarity was perfect. I was flying over a city at supersonic speeds, just above the buildings. There were buildings everywhere in complete detail, as far as I could see. This was a massive city. Off in the distance, in the center of my view, I could see a temple, complete with a golden dome, and a large opening at the entrance. Light was shining through the entrance, so I figured I could fly right through the center, and out the other side. I challenged myself to fly through the opening at high speed without crashing. I was flying at the speed of sound, and I was going so fast, I could hear the shock waves bouncing back at me off the buildings. There was a sonic boom! The vibrations shook me.


As I neared the temple, I could see wide stone steps going up to the arched entrance. I tried to fly right through the opening, but some strange force sucked me down and I landed on the steps perfectly. There were 100's of people standing on the steps and inside the temple’s entrance. They were all dressed in beige and white robes. The temple had amazing stonework. Some people were clapping and cheering (I guess from the sonic boom?), and some were looking at me like what the #%@* are you doing? I tried to fly again, but couldn't, so I walked into the temple. There was a large pool in the middle, with people everywhere, and I headed to back where it was less crowded. In the corner was a beautiful garden with a fig tree. There was no roof in this area and over the pool, and the sun was shining brightly. I could feel clarity fading. I bent down and picked up a hand full of soil from the garden, and rubbed the soil in my hands observing the fine grains of dirt. The clarity greatly improved. I turned around still rubbing the soil, and then I walked down steps into the pool. The water was cold and refreshing. I kept rubbing the dirt in my hands. I waded through the pool up to this guy, who was standing behind what looked like a pool bar. I asked him if he could announce something for me. I said, “Please wish my daughter Happy Birthday over the PA.” He looked at me and said no. I asked him again, but I could tell in his eyes it was no! I then started to feel upset, and then I woke up.

I'm inside staring at kids throwing stuff at me. I go outside and realize it's a dream and stabilize it. I see a dog and a rat. The rat is all white and has white glowing eyes biting the dog. The dog is just sitting there taking it. I ask what they represent and the rat says everything bad and I can't remember what that dog said. There's a semi-fat guy and I ask what he represents and he just says he's lives there. I ask who were the dog and rat and he said those were kinda like dream gods and they are very wise. He says the only problem is that they like to drink. I try flying but only get about 20 feet in the air before I fall down to the ground. I fly over a fence and can't get back over. J walks out of a door and tells me my alarm went off and I need to wake up so I do... I had 5 more minutes.