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Jings! - I dreamt a whole night of rubbish!!! all non lucid..

1) Watching a Scottish sketch show - think it was meant to be 'Naked Video'. They had a guest star - a young Elton John! - It looked nothing like Elton John, he was also Scottish, and had a weird pork pie white hat jammed on his head. As I recall, he didn't sing but said a wee rhyme. There was a sketch set on an aeroplane which was amusing at the time, but its gone now.

2) On a train, there was an announcement that a female celebrity had just died, I had never heard of her. I said to someone that I listened to Radio 4 that morning and she wasn't mentioned.

3) Lighting up a fag in my car, then remembering that I wasn't smoking in my new car! (which is true IRL) I wound the window right down and hoped the car wouldnae stink.

4) Looking through a box of complete crap somewhere. There was a woman behind me.
She said 'Most of the people died, apart from a few who found shelter.'
I said nothing a picked up a wee round piece of crap covered in blue cellophane - it had a wee screw through the middle
She said 'See? - that man died because someone put a screw through the middle'
I threw the piece of junk back in the box....

5) In a supermarket or something. I was supposed to package up various items and present them to people. I found a black cotton jacket, there were two items in it, some rubbishy thing and also a set of keys with a snapped key ring. For some reason I remembered who it belonged to and ran down the aisle to meet them. there were about four people standing about and I handed the keys to the man, I don't think they said anything. I went back to where I started thinking that I maybe wasn't supposed to have done that. I then stood looking at a load of shelves filled with fruit and tried to remember what I was supposed to do.....

Dream 1

I had a little sister in the dream and was trying to make a jam sandwhich with her. But I saw that it had something white in it and complained about it. When my mom heard me she said I was being a bad romodel and I needed to learn to try new things. Hearing her say that I just ate the sandwhich with a sad face. After that I recall a DC who was supposedly my mom's friend saying that I had to leave the house quickly to look for some ingredient that will cure a imperfection in the blood. They opened the front door and to my dismay there were lots of zombies walking outside and moaning.I was aware it was a dream at that time but hearing all the zombies moaning and vivid scenery made me want to stay inside. The DC started begging me to go out before it was too late but I said " It's already too late. The zombies are right in front of us." Than I just layed on the ground waiting for the zombies.

However, the zombies soon dissapeared and a lady who was supposedly my mom's friend came in. She said If I continued to lay on the floor I wouldn't win a free juice or candy. I got up and went to a table where I saw a bag and thought my mom bought me hair accessories. I was eager to try them but when I called my mom she wasn't answering me back. The scene than changed after that and I was in a hospital or the place where they take care of old people. There was a blonde nurse saying her temples and head hurt real bad as they were trying to get the old people to another room. When they were done me and a group of people around my age walked into a room where we could hang out and play games. There was a guy who looked Asian holding a deck of cards. I told him to let me try giving out the cards and he gave it to me. A girl than asked me if I knew how to shuffle. I said no. It didn't matter though because the Asian guy just started talking to a Asian girl and the whole group separated from me and left me alone. I think one of the African girls came to taunt me and a guy who was her boyfriend after they saw me alone. They were speaking another language and I asked if that was a language that started with a P? The girl paused for a moment than said no. I noticed the group of people around me was closer and out of no where it was like I got knocked out. I saw a beautiful forest scenery than woke up.

Dream 2

I was at my house and screamed at my cousin and my brother's friends for making too much noise at night. Than I went back to bed.I woke up on a bed downstairs and new it was a dream but I felt sort of sick. I went upstairs and saw a anime boy walking around and my parakeets flying. My birds were guiding me somewhere but than I appeared in the same bed I was in again. I bit my finger to see if it was a dream and it was. I went through the window, jumped the fence and started walking but than turned around to see a white van drive into my backyard. I pulled a bystander DC as a barrier and saw a cop running in slow motion in front of me. A guy with two guns was about to shoot me so I grabbed the cop's gun and shot him. His last words were " Do you know why I shot you in the left and the right?" Than I woke up

Dream 3

I was at my house and my younger brother was having a party because he was coming back home from school. I was annoyed though cause I had to do a lot of stuff for it even though I did not want to. I found a computer and started to message to my brother how stupid he was instead. I walked to a store to get something after that and a old lady started to beg me to buy something. She showed me a juice but I said I was going to get granola bars instead. I took it but than started looking at a statue of a iguana and jewels that were called the raspberry jewels. But than thieves came and started shooting at innocent people. They wanted to steal the jewels. I think the cops got them in time and I woke up after that.

I found myself in a lucid dream with cream pies in front of me, and then I thought about what I had read on Dreamviews about how good food tastes when dreaming. Licking my lips, I grabbed a piece of pie and took a bite. Holy smokes, this tasted great! It was cool, sweet, and creamy, with lightly flaked crust. When I swallowed I could feel the food going down my throat. It was the same as waking world pie. I proceeded to eat piece after piece until two pies were gone. I was about to eat a third pie, but I became worried. What if I was actually eating my bed sheets! This sounds crazy, but I once ate my house coat belt while sleeping, and I didn’t want a repeat.

I wake around 4:30 and induce. I am with my father on his porch. Suddenly, a Winnebago pulls up to the porch, and some guys get out and begin stripping his tomato plants of fruit. Then then get into the camper and drive off. I run out into the driveway to record a tag number. The tag has been removed, but their "camper tag," which is as large as a billboard, has the tag number (can't remember it now). I run back and tell my dad I have the number. I recite it once incorrectly, then correct myself. We get into his truck and give chase.

While driving, he is not paying attention. A woman's car, pulling a trailer behind her, is sitting in the road. My father smashes into her, knocking her little car out of the way. I think this is hilarious in the dream and laugh. My dad looks at me.

"Do you remember who I am?" he ask.

"Of course," I say. "You're my dad."

He nods, as though he is satisfied. "Son, you're dreaming this dream."

I turn around to look behind us at the wreckage, and realize that this is a very odd scenario to be in. I nose pinch. Can't breath entirely, but can breathe somewhat. Am worried about leaping from the vehicle if it really isn't a dream.Can't remember how I prove it to myself, but the next thing I know I am waving goodbye to my dad, telling him to be careful. I then leap from the vehicle. I try flying a bit, and can't, so I settle on climbing a tree near me. It is basically just a tall, bent over trunk, with no branches. I wrap my arms around it and lift myself into the air. It is hard work (harder than it should be!) but I am able to climb much better than in real life. I get a pretty good distance up befor dropping to the ground. The dream begins to fade, so I strip off my gloves (wtf) and begin rubbing my hands against the asphalt to stabilize. Oops, the dream is fading out anyway.

I "wake up," and am reading FryingMan's DJ. It is interactive, and the POV (1st, 2nd, 3rd) begins changing to indicate whether or not he was lucid. For some reason, this makes me think that perhaps I have not woken up at all, but am still dreaming. I nose pinch.Lucid. However, something catches my eyeand I lose lucidity before finallywaking up.

After a short WBTB with wife (it's about 7 when I get up), I induce and return to sleep. Long semi-lucid. A psychiatrist is talking to me about my dreams, and investigating my dream recall and lucidity. She slowly turns into a very cute psychiatrist wearing glasses. She is mostly naked, and is arching her back very provocatively. For some reason I don't jump on her, but the dream continues. Next thing I know, I am in a boat house and being assailed by faceless men with boners. Yep. I have a pole-axe type weapon, and am fending them off. However, during the dream I have the distinct impression that none of this is real at all. I jump around the building, avoiding the water in the center, and chopping people up as I go. Don't catch me, you dicks!

I manage to climb outside onto the roof of the boathouse. The roof is flimsy and made of plastic, and I feel that I might collapse it easily, or that it might topple over as I move towards the edge. I know if I can just jump into this water, I'll be OK. I leap in. The water feels amazingly real, and but it is totally dark beneath. I suddenly think, "It's a dream!" and open my WL eyes.I can see the room barely, and can also see my sleep mask, so am satisfied. I close my eyes and lie still. Eventually, my dream hands and arms settle back beside me, and another dream begins: some stage curtain draws back to reveal a cartoon singing chicken. The chicken is singing to itself. I watch, waiting for the dream to fully settle. Unfortunately, something distracts me and I wake up.

Wake up around 2-ish, decide to induce. I practice MILD, then follow it up with SSILD. I suddenly "come back to myself," as though I had been in deep thought. Am I dreaming? I nose pinch and can breathe easily. Lucid. I get up off of the floor and fly up to the ceiling. I pass right through and into darkness. I fly through darkness for a bit, before imagining that things are brightening up around me--things do begin to brighten up. I realize I am flying over snow. I see the snow and think it would be fun to transform into an arctic fox (in dream remember sivason talking about this in his DJ). I touch down on the snow and begin running on all fours. I then attempt my transformation. I do feel some sensation in my body, and think it might be working, so I life a hand up out of the snow to check. Nope, still a hand! I wake up.

I sit like this for some time, and finally settle for lying supine. I notice the clock reads 3:00, which isn't as early as I thought. I feel some relief. I notice, however, that this guy wants to come into the upstairs bedroom with me:



No thanks. I manage to shut the door on him, though he does try to open the knob. I lock it, then examine the wooden door. It is flimsy wood, but I feel confident he can not get through. It then occurs to me that I might be dreaming. I nose pinch. Lucid. I open the same door (the xenomorph is gone) and I try flying down into the kitchen; however, I just fall. Some DCs are here but I ignore them, and head towards the front door. The house has become my house growing up. I think about phasing through a window, but then decide not to. I think decide to phase through the front door. I am having difficulties so I just open it and go out. I continue to try to fly, with minimal to no success. A dog runs up to me and I befriend him. I try to remember the TotMs but cannot. I wake up, and DEILD, but can't remember the dream later.

I wake up and DEILD again, into a blackness. I wait for the dream to appear. Suddenly, a cartoon bobble-head pops into existence, along with an interactive computer screen. I click a button with my finger, and make a "click-click" sound with my mouth before realizing that sounds stupid. The screen adjusts to show characters talking with each other. I try to focus on the action. Some bobble-headed kids hanging out by a trash can (?) or maybe in a kitchen, discussing something. I realize, however, that I would like to be in the cartoon, so begin stretching the screen with my finger. I manage to make the screen surround me almost entirely, but am still not able to merge with the cartoon. I then notice there are viewing options. An interactive porno would be just the thing, I think, and begin searching through the selections. I find a good one but then I wake up. Try to DEILD again, and seem to have transitioned, but when I check, I am fully awake. I get up and start the day (yuck).

looked for gold

My dad and I decided to go up on a mountain to search for gems and precious metals. The mountain was covered in leaves, and looked like it could have been a granite Corey at one time. We came upon a small enterance In a cliff. For some reason some other people were with now. We all went In and took a the left passage. After walking for some time everyone came upon a large chamber that was shaped like a hollow pyramid. There was a thick line of gold going along the roof of it. I forgot what happened after that, but soon we headed up at our house and my dad was holding a large Quartz crystal.

wrote a book

I wrote 2 books that both looked like they could have been 100 pages. One was blue and the other was red. Eventually my family and I were in the car going on a camping trip. I gave a coppy of the bok to everyone, except for my parents. I'm not sure why I did this, but everyone was proud of me including my parents. Then we ended up In a park, with a lake in the center that was surrounded with a field and trees. My sister invited some friends over, but they looked just like people from school . What was also weird was that there was a older coppy of everyone. However I didn't catch this as a dream.

I fall asleep with the aid of melatonin (due to being "tired" but not falling under as quickly as I would like. I am in darkness, though I am not lucidly aware of being asleep. I have no body, but I am aware of myself--or aware of whatever is there. I am struck by the sudden realization that I will die--or rather, that this awareness will end-- (though this is not doing the realization credit). I attempt to verbalize this realization several times in thought: I am going to die. Not satisfying. I am dying. That is also not "it." I am already dead. Closer, but still not it. My words are unable to grasp the fundamental reality of the matter. I wake up a few moments later; I have been asleep for approximately five or ten minutes.

I was up until 1:30 and went to bed with no intention of lucid dreaming.

Some old 8-bit game involving a rocket scientist who goes back in time to claim a rocket engine that he invented from another scientist who stole his idea. He travels back to 1929 or 1934 (Can't recall but those years were important to the story somehow.) In the end, he travels back to the present.
There was something to do with this huge fuel silo.
He then designs this weird asymmetric spaceship that falls apart before it even launches. He starts re-designing it.

The end.

1. I was inside of some sort of mall that I had never been to before, the walls were pink and the ground was made of white marble. I had just walked in from an alternate entrance to this mall, not the main entrance, so I knew that this was some kind of store. As I continued walking I noticed a cute girl to the left of me not far ahead, and she was checking out clothes with her mother. I decided that it wouldn't be a good time to hit on her considering her mom was right there, so I kept on walking. Suddenly the girl that I was checking out comes closer to me and whispers, "Hey do you wanna be my friend?". Suddenly I became lucid, but I decided to stay with the dream scene. At this point I'm kind of weirded out, but I keep the conversation going anyways, "Sure, yea, why not."
I then walked up to her to actually have a full conversation with her, and it seemed her mom didn't care at all. The girl then told me what she was doing tonight and asked if I wanted to have sex. I declined her offer because she looked as if she were 14 years old, and I'm not into the kind of stuff. We still became friends though, but I noticed something weird about this girl. She seemed like she was kind of nuts or something, I don't really know. It wasn't quite nuts, but more of she was like a control freak or something. I tell her we can talk later and then I walk off. Shortly after doing so, I run into a few of my friends, specifically Dylan, Patrick, and Trey.
We chill for a bit, just walking around and talking. At one point we came up to a place in the mall, in the same store, that was like a private room. We couldnt see inside, the only thing that was visible was yellow and pink strobe lights. Fortunately, my friends and I are no fools, so we knew that this was a party. We knocked on the door and open it up to let people know that we were coming in. Once we get a view of the inside, I notice that the girl I just became friends with earlier is in there, and we notice each other. Then, me, Patrick, Dylan, and Trey all walk into the party room and see whats going on, to see if its live or not.
Suddenly all of the strobe lights shut off and now the normal lights are on in this room. Suddenly some guy asks us, "Who are you guys, and what are you doing here?!?!". We tell him that we came to join the party and turn up. For some reason he gets really mad. To settle our dispute I declare, "You know what, lets settle this with a dance-off. If I win, me and my crew get to stay and you have to suck it up". He accepts my challenge, and now the entire room is quiet and everyone is watching me. I tell somebody to put on the music.
The music comes on, and I get my groove done. The song that's playing is an EDM song, so its fairly easy to dance to, and theres also a drop in the song where you can really get done and blow peoples minds. As I'm dancing, Im thinking about how much of a retard I look like, but I keep going anyway because I know that we need to stay in this party. Now I can feel the beat building up, and I can tell that the song is about to drop. Seconds later it drops and I release full beast mode. I start popping and locking and doing all these different dance moves, but for some reason, during all of this I make farting noises with my mouth, not sure why.
(will finish later)

Morning of November 15, 2014. Saturday.



An unknown male is present and doing something in our yard farther from our house. However, my wife and I seem to be living in a new variation of my sister’s Loomis Street house. The shed is oriented like the shed of our present home (perpendicular to our back door instead of in line with it as with the Loomis Street house) but our actual house is one house over from the shed (relative to the lot and due north) than it would be in reality. The land area (front, side, and backyards) is unrealistically large for a residential urban area, though my dream also features the alley through Loomis Street, but missing many other features, the houses being much farther away from each other in the neighborhood than in reality (likely reflecting my dislike of living in populated areas).

I investigate and become annoyed that the man seems to be cutting down a very large and old tree which had grown very close to the shed (but without the tree having damaged the shed in any way). However, when I look more closely, I see that the tree is already completely gone and he is trying to fix the eaves by separating a small piece of wood attached near the roof. At first, I think of punching or hurting him somehow, as I feel he is doing damage to our home and invading our privacy (common dream theme). This is all going on to my left. My wife appears and does not like this stranger being near our home. Somehow, I find myself holding five swords of various styles and hand one to the man with a very vague awareness that he may hurt me, though he does not. Instead, he uses the sword to chop away the extraneous piece of wood from the eaves of the shed.

Somehow, the concept of using swords to chop down trees or “chisel” extraneous parts of buildings seems a bit “off” but I do not realize I am dreaming. Swords have seemingly held slightly different meanings, but other than assumed spiritual protection, I think in each case that it is related to severing any residual ties or more prevalent memories with someone relative to family, in this case, a brother-in-law, as the Loomis Street shed is a representation of him for the most part.

This may relate to my frustration of my brother-in-law being illiterate and needing someone to help him (with documents and such) after my sister died (in the USA), which resulted in a lot of my family photos and most of his wife’s (my sister’s) belongings and such being discarded with no consideration for anyone else in the family.

I wasn't feeling well so I took a nap. Usually when I have false awakenings, I become lucid and get annoyed by them. This time they were almost seamless but no less frustrating and very confusing. Of course they were also...leaning towards horrific, but at least it was interesting horror. Most of it anyway. The waking bits will be in this color.

I shift restlessly in bed, my head hurts and I'm just warm enough to feel cozy. I sit up, startled by a noise, and toss the blankets aside. My dog has decided to poop on the bed. It keeps getting lost in the blankets at the foot of the bed before falling to the floor.
From where I'm laying I can see the computer screen clearly. Frustratingly my queue into WoW still reads 5055 in queue with a wait time of 641 minutes.
The screen blurs and I refocus my eyes, the message now says I've been disconnected. I hear my boyfriend talking to me from the other room and I express my dismay at being disconnected and punted to the tail end of a ridiculous queue.
I focus again and it becomes the queue screen once more.
I get out of bed, and my room is suddenly without furniture and the bed stripped bare. When I turn to look at it from the door, the mattress is laying at an angle having been tossed off the boxspring. I look down at my left hand and realize there is blue glitter all over three of my fingers. I wonder where the hell it came from and when I look around the room in confusion, I see that there is blue glitter everywhere. I stomp out of the room and into the kitchen. My boyfriend is standing in the laundry room. He asks what the hell is on my hand, and I ask him why there's glitter covering my room. He insists there isn't any glitter in my room. I pivot on my heel...shifting in bed, uncomfortable. My head pounding... I crawl out of bed at the behest of my boyfriend who is calling me into the other room. I pass by the mirror on my wall and it's like I'm looking at my sleeping body, my eyes flutter, I can barely keep them open. I make my way, slowly, into the other room. On my knees. I stand behind his computer chair. He keeps talking about how much fun he's having playing the expansion, I'm irritated because I can't even log in. He eventually asks what's wrong with me, I say that I think I'm still asleep. The world tilts and I'm laying in bed. I get up and go into the kitchen, thinking I'll make a cup of coffee. All the lights are off. Nothing feels right. Then the section of counter behind the coffee machine splits, peeling away from the wall. A sudden gout of water sprays from misplaced plumbing and I scowl, realizing I'm still dreaming. Dream logic interferes and I throw my coffee cup onto the ground, shattering it. My boyfriend enters the kitchen, asking what's going on then immediately ignores me in favor of making a milkshake...he opens the freezer, and sets the blender inside. He thinks better of that for a moment, and sets it inside the refrigerator part, and sets a command for the refrigerator to make a lot of ice for the shake. Then it's back in the freezer, full of ice cream and ice, and blending.
"You know what would taste awesome in there?" I ask, reaching into the freezer to grab a container of ice cream I bought in WL a week ago. The lid falls of and apparently the contents have melted because it all just spills out while I'm trying to retrieve it for him. I step back, confused. I'm still dreaming. I know it. The evidence is clear now, my dog doesn't look like my dog, the laundry room is now a dining room with a long table piled high with junk and small animals, one of which is a white chihuahua with red hearts dyed on its coat.
....I'm suddenly laying in bed after a moment of vertigo. I'm sleepily clutching the blender bowl in one hand and fishing around inside for ice chips, which I eat. I'm half asleep, I feel so lazy and gross. I drift further into sleep.
....I'm laying on the edge of the bed. M is a girl from work. In WL I'm incredibly straight, as far as I know she is too, but that for some reason doesn't always transfer to my dreams. Especially this fuckin' weird thing that just happened in my subconscious. Anyway. She is suddenly there and naked, telling me to scooch over so she can lay beside me. I'm at least still wearing my clothes. I turn on my side and she spoons behind me. She runs one hand down the front of my body, complimenting my figure. Then she slides her other arm under my body, and I don't even know what the hell she did here. It was like she strung a cloth rope around my upper body, between my shoulderblades...like a cinch? And then she quite suddenly wrenched it tight with an utterance of extremely mean words, causing me bend backward like a bow with sudden agony. I cry out and writhe, begging her to stop, wondering if I'm saying any of this out loud and if my boyfriend is going to come into the room to find me acting all crazy.
There's a fragment about watching a horrifying cartoon. It is vaguely reminiscent of Spongebob, but there's a talking snail and another creature I can't remember. They are underwater, staring out into a seaweed field. Something terrible is happening, but they don't fully comprehend the ramifications until the snail says, "I'm bleeding from my pores!" and immediately I see red welling up through his skin and his cartoony expression of horror.
I am once more, in bed. My boyfriend comments on the random dog feces at the bed's foot. I may also have stepped in it.
I am laying on some sort of chair dressed only in my undergarments, there's some sort of tray or table over my abdomen, like a dentist's chair. My boyfriend is hovering over me. I can't recall why. I look down at my right leg and see a livid vein from my knee to almost my pelvis. I comment aloud that it doesn't look normal. My skin starts to...ripple and bubble and then I am shaking, then convulsing. I gasp that something is wrong. For a moment I think my boyfriend is going to call an ambulance for help...instead he just forces me to the hard surface of the chair, restraining me while I thrash.

This part actually has a story. I see a young woman with dark hair in a hallway, she's carrying two bowls of food. One for herself, and one for her roommate. Before they bunked together, they hadn't known each other, but they were both from the same country and had similar interests, and were both foreigners here. She knocks on the door, seeing a weight set in the corner. Her roommate is supposed to be a workout junkie, but this set is pristine, appearing completely unused. It feels like this is supposed to mean something, but I can't figure out what. Roomie opens the door and I find her, predictably, with a local boy. This feels like an introduction to a horror movie, the turning point where the viewer can tell that the story will twist into something terrible. For a moment I see the room over her shoulder, then I am her again.

Everything is dark, I have lost my chance to change my path. I have made too many mistakes and I have somehow resurrected without my memories. I have one last option. A last resort. I am newly made into the dark haired girl, having died and been sent here to another layer of existence. Without my memories, there's no point. In one violent, desperate motion, I kill myself. I see her from the outside, her/my spirit standing over the corpse, taking the head between her/my hands. The scalp opens revealing the brain. She lowers her mouth to a metallic, rectangular slot. I am horrified for her, but it is the only way and there is so little time. She speaks the name of her previous incarnation and fixes the ghost of that person into her mind. "Mina." She says, then draws a breath, closing her mouth over the slot...sucking.

There's a lapse. I am a new incarnation and I am Elsewhere, in a room full of tall patina-covered copper statues. It is a temple. There's a man speaking, the statues come to life and all head in opposite directions, taking different exits. I know I am supposed to choose one who will lead me through this...nameless Elsewhere. One of them is a particularly roguish man. I follow him outside, rushing to catch up. He flashes a self-assured smirk as he rounds the corner. I call for him to wait up.
"How could I possibly have predicted that you would choose me. Again." He says.
"No one knows the Elsewhere like you do." Flattery will get me into his good graces, I know. He does too.
"That is so very true. Come along."
The outside of the temple is bright and airy, the pathway is zigzaggy without any sort of walls or railings, and we are very high up so it would be very easy to fall off. A confused spirit confronts us, demanding for us to answer a question. I don't recall what she says to me, only that she is unsettling and she is only really intent on waylaying me, my guide is not so affected by spirits and has no concern for my well-being. I know how I'm supposed to deal with her, and I can't let her touch me or I'll be sent back to the beginning of the maze, and all the guides will be gone.

8:30pm zonk out, yes I'm weak, very tired, couldn't hold out for "normal" bedtime. Melatonin production starts around 5pm now, it's dark and cold and will be this way for the next 5 months....I love it! Excellent for long stays in bed, dreaming

10:30pm family comes home, have to get up a few times, had some recall here but forgot

early batch:

+ missed the concert! I'm trying to find the time, it's 7:30 already, the concert is beginning, I can hear the music (on the radio), this is terrible I've only ever missed one concert before in my life, maybe if I hurry I can get there in time for the 2nd piece, I'll have to walk on stage all by myself. I put on a gaudy purple lapelled tux. Lying down on the ground a cute girl walks over some of us she's wearing a white billowing dress and I notice she's panty-free and get a clear view of her (ahem).

+ semi/short lucid watch a plane explode, break apart and crash right outside my window, the roof of the fuselage is blown off and the edges are glowing red hot, I see the rows of seats and perhaps some people, I say "no way this is waking" and I think I do a nose pinch but forget about being lucid, after the crash I go to the left to see if there are people, I see some weird strange cartoony guy

+ enemy base infiltration in darkness, the doors are open I see, I must take advantage of this while I can, I enter a long dark hallway and I see the outlines of guards down at the end of the hallway, they're looking my way, I get down on my stomach on the floor and glide/slide forwards slowly, this will make he harder to see, then send a toy train sensor down the hallway to search for intruders, it runs right by me on the right, I hear them saying "caught another programmer," it's like now, I stand up and wait to be discovered

+ held prisoner, leader asks me how the treatment is, I say (one guard) shoots some prisoners in the head, he says "yeah have to do something about (him)." writes a note for me but shouldn't be needed if existing s laws were enforced

+ teaching a little girl how to bind together little toy rings made out of thatched straw, her dad is watching

+ dinner with the T family, drinking? I only have a few days left before the end of this trip so I'd better hurry to wrap up my project goals

+ trying to find a cab?

3am wife comes to bed? do some mental recall of the above

later:

+ JG is standing naked at the top of the stairs, I climb up behind her admiring the view, one "feature" is exposed clearly and I make a note of her shaving practices

+ meeting with some guys in a club, exchange contact information, someone's complaining about short palestinians in leather jackets who are self-proclaimed law enforcement

+ I'm chasing a little spider that I have to catch with another guy, it will allow me to do something. Can't catch it. We're in some crawlspace. I look up and see a large crack open area extending up with tons and tons of spider webs and dead spiders, I see a live one. I continue looking on the low ceiling further and I start to see larger and larger and juicier/thicker live spiders with stripes and dots, "ugh!" I think and just get the heck out of the there in a hurry

+ 1st person shooter base assault. I'm at the enemy base and view one of (our guys?) the strikers flying / jumping in. We attack the generators, and the turrets, the enemies are dismayed that we're making progress on trashing their base. We put a special marker on an enemy target and one of our guys follows the signal in a flying craft and torches it with a flamethrower.

+ (lucid) I'm on an outdoor large patio that wraps around the corner of a building which is on my right, as I turn the corner and see the expanse of patio stretched out in front of me and the nature in the distance and I'm lucid and I think "FLY!" I take several steps and then a few running steps then take off superman-style. I want to fly to the ocean. I extend a hand forcefully forwards and I fly faster and higher, but no ocean yet, just more nature on the horizon. Another spurt of speed forwards and I catch a glimpse of water in the distance, "ah, there we go" I think. The trees are beautiful, and I fly down low to fly through the leaves of one tree, as I approach I feel the sensation of the leaves dragging on my left shoulder and back just before I actually fly through the tree, and think this timing mess-up is funny/interesting. Back up higher I notice the sunset is the purest orange that I've ever seen, it's amazing. I think that on the hills below me must be a house with a girl in it, I look for it and start to land and the dream fades.

I'm then talking with someone (a woman?) about how, yes, it's trite and everyone says it, but that was probably my best flying dream ever to date.

I remember I was on vacation and I came back to this hotel. Very vivid and semi-lucid. I lose lucidity and come back to the very orange hotel with one of the capacious foyers visible from space that recur in my dreams. Nevertheless I show up and my $200 room is 12 square feet. I'm calling the cops on these assholes now because I am angry, but feel calm (dream emotion?) I just leave and stop at a different hotel. It's surrounded by trees. The road pattern is similar to the development I live near.

The second building came right out of SC 2013. I walk in and go to the elevator, but my luggage is missing. I have to go back to floor one. That is very unpleasant. I am on floor 64 and the time the elevator moves is always the same. At this height, the elevator might as well be free-falling downward. It's slightly painful when I "land", (at least the dream is vivid, I guess). With that bad memory, I leave.

Skating down, the neighbourhood, I fall after a complex series of tricks. I'm on a bike, running from a blob eating away from existence behind me

Now I'm in a car driving away from a wall killing everything and moving along the road. Now it's a twisted BMW commercial where the driver needn't worry while carnage and screams of horror are emitted behind him. I point out eventually he'll die too.

I go to a third hotel, somewhere where I won't be scammed. You have to climb scaffolding not very sturdy, but it's a nice room. Yet again, it's the foyer that seals the deal. It's like they care more about attracting than returning customers. Everything's white or wooden brown. Not Mirror's edge white, a wood paint white easier on the eye. There are tables for a buffet and obligatory steak joint. New dream exposition. I visited a relative and I'm leaving now. I feel oddly satisfied.

#380 - DILD - 5:28AM

I woke from a dream about a girl fighting off bad men in the mountains. When I woke I used the toilet and failed a half-assed WILD attempt. I eventually had the the following dream.

I am visiting the doctor for multiple ailments. I had a sore throat as well as some other things I am worried about in waking life. I talk things over with my doctor and wife. I didn't think about it then but the doctor looks like Jeremy Crane from sleepy hollow.



I have a false awakening in some military style barracks with multiple bunk-beds. I understand this is a lucid dreaming study and I was supposed to have become lucid. I look around and see some oddities on the ceiling. I blurt out, "This is a dream." There it is. I got lucid. I didn't really know it was a dream at this point and was only pretending so that I didn't seem a total failure.

Erica (My sister's ex-husband's daughter) is in a bed a little ways down from me. She's speaking to some other people in the group saying she was lucid and begins to offer WILD advice. She tells us how she visualized the dream from scratch but went slowly building detail a little at a time. At first I think this is a bunch of nonsense, but the more I think about it, the more I realize this makes a lot of sense. I am mostly just annoyed she did it better than me. Taking her advice to heart, however begrudgingly, I lay back down and make another attempt at WILD.

I quickly see an orange car and zoom in on it. I focus on a side-view mirror and slowly add detail as I zoom out. The car begins to look like The General Lee parked in my driveway as the scene fills out. The sky seems extra vivid now and I look up. I stare at the clouds for a few seconds and have a feeling of entering the dream. Fully lucid now, I look back at the car and now it is an old, light blue Studebaker.



I become excited and hope in through a sunroof into the driver seat. There's no need to start it up but I slap it into 1st gear and let of the clutch as I hit the gas. I shout, "Ooooooh stick shift. How I've missed driving a stick!" In fact this old Studebaker feels familiar like something I used to own a long time ago. I continue on down the street enjoying the labor of shifting gears as I accelerate. At some point I have a strange feeling of fatigue in my right leg; as if I am using my own energy to make the car move along. I ponder how I am going to talk about this new way of WILDing on the podcast. Ill recall the details later. I am sure that I have found the method.

This feeling is broken as I spy three young cheerleaders running across the street ahead of me. Having accomplished my first goal I quickly recall my secondary. I am not sure what my first goal even was. My fake WILD attempt? I know I want to ask a DC an important question, so without slowing down, I do the familiar phasing-out-of-the-car trick. I feel some physical resistance but have no real issue with it. I smile at the closest, yet youngest girl. She reminds me of my younger daughter with her long blond hair. They would be about the same age.

I ask, "Hey... What do you repre...." No not "represent". What was the question? Oh yeah. I try again, "What is the nature of reality?"
The girls body language suggest that she's a little flustered and stressed. She mumbles, "It's in the ashtray."
I chuckle thinking this is typical nonsense from a DC. Disappointed, I let it go and say, "That's ok. Thanks."
The girls now becomes very clear in her words now, with a sense of purpose, "No." She points at the car. "It's in the ashtray. Over there."
I perk up now excited, "Oh? The car?"
She nods and I rush back over to the abandoned Studebaker in the street. I am super scared that I will wake up now, not knowing the answer to my question. I focus on the little details in the road, particularly noting a river rock laying in the middle near the car. I reach inside and pull out an ashtray. It has a lid on it and I flip it open, revealing another lid. I open that to find yet another smaller one. I do this several times until I find a really small yet empty opening. Confused I remove the ashtray and take it to the girl. "It's empty", I say. "There's nothing. Is the nature of reality emptiness?" She gives me a look that conveys a message. I get it right away. I say, "OK It's a puzzle." I really worry that this will just end up being random garbage but I look again really trying to understand. I begin seeing random numbers on the inside of the lids. The numbers change from something chaotic into something with order. They start counting in a sequence from low to high. Something clicks. I ask, "The nature of reality is order?"
She smiles and says, "Well chaos from order..." She has that flustered look again.
Thinking she just got her words backwards, I reply, "Do you mean order from chaos?"
She answers, "Well that too."
I get the feeling that this is only the tip of iceberg and the actual answer is much deeper than this; it's the best short answer she can offer. I say, "Oh wow... that is... REALLY.... interesting." Feeling accomplished, I think that I should wake myself up but I really don't want this to end. I begin to feel a great sense of gratitude toward the girl and whatever part of my subconscious she has come from. I give her a side hug and say, "I love you." I kiss her on the forehead, but she doesn't react in anyway. It's as if she has lost all intelligence. The dream fades and I wake up.

Since it was almost time to wake up anyway, I spent some time letting my mind wander while pondering this dream. It seems like stoner talk but I took notes.

Chaos from order as well as order from chaos... Is this the nature of reality? Maybe she was just referring to the dream state. Order and chaos would surely intermingle there, but isn't that also true for waking life? It's like the Yin and the Yang.

Are the dream state and waking life really so different? Sure waking life is more consistent but that is only because so many minds share in the experience. The dream state is only my one mind. Waking life is billions. This is why dream control is easy but affecting waking life is more difficult. This could explain mass consciousness experiments as well as political and social change. It takes many acting as one to really make any lasting change in the waking world, but what happens when groups of many like minded people clash? War...chaos. Eventually there is order again and the cycle repeats.

Dream
Lucidity

I became aware I was in a dream and left the area I was in. I did a few things and increased my lucidity a few times. I lost awareness a few times but gained it back I gained awareness while getting hustled by some kids, who were bugging me so I decided to kill them. I said "Make this guy die of a heart attack" the kid fell and put his hand over his heart, grabbing his chest tightly. I looked at the other kid and said "Make his brain explode" he fell, and he put his hands on his forehead, obviously feeling pain. I kept walking and noticed I was on some sort of room. I worried about waking up, so I thought of a skyscraper. I said "Take me to a skyscraper." and I started to fly. I felt a rush of joy as I left the roof I was on and saw a huge city with beautiful lights, cars driving in the streets far below, and an ocean far away from where I was. I saw one of the twin towers and knew I wanted to go there. As I slowly started flying towards it, I woke up.