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I was at a dinner table with some family and people I don't even know, when out of no where I became lucid. I noticed that the room looked foggy and blurry, but I didn't stabilize for some reason. I then went to eat some food, but the only thing I was able to taste were the oranges. Then for some reason I started to blink a lot when I went to do something, which woke me up.

Morning of December 5, 2014. Friday.



This was a very long dream but which was not all that meandering, as the events seemed related to the main theme for the most part.

My older (half) brother Earl (deceased) is around, but not of a main focus. He has not appeared in that many of my dreams - my guess is that because I was looking at a much older dream (from July 2, 1976 - “Rocket Science”), he was in my stream of consciousness in a minor way. This has happened often before with reviewing older dream work and there are usually other similarities that clarify this. This of course would be evidence that dreams do not always have present significance (which I came to learn many years ago anyway - especially long-term precognitive dreams).

My dream’s setting is not fully familiar, although the Cubitis backyard seems to be a facet of the apparent composite location. There seem to be apartments lining a northerly side of a back road, where the perimeter of the orange grove would have been in reality. The road is vaguely reminiscent of the “eternity bridge” (going on to the east), a recurring locational association that took over the location of the real-life large shed, and is coming to establish a particular symbolic link over my lifetime. I find this interesting and may do an entry on it and the transitions.

My family and I are digging near the roadside as some sort of Halloween game or “treasure hunt” based on some sort of contest involving about three families (this being vaguely related to a real-life Halloween party at the library my two youngest sons also were in). I dig up a colorless pumpkin mask (I first think is a real skull) and show it to my youngest son. There are several other times when I reflect on the likelihood of human remains being nearby due to it also having been a graveyard in the past - although this may only be an assumption. Still, we mostly only find broken pieces of old plastic toys and such. (At this point I almost become lucid. However, I still seem to be aware I am making my own dream but from a subliminal level of self-awareness - hard to explain. It often involves trying to mentally force debris into transforming into human remains solely for the dramatic in-dream impact.)

An older female in the northwest apartment comes out for a short time and seems to wonder what we are doing there but does not speak to us. The time is not quite defined and changes a couple times.

A main vivid and very correctly rendered scene is focused on finding an old glass soda pop bottle which I then put clusters of larger nails into that I find in the same general area, most of which are rusty. I may be putting all the nails into the bottle so no one steps on them later, but there seems to be an additional unknown reason in the back of my mind.

I also dig up a brand new plastic-wrapped A4-sized package that turns out to be an ELA (English Language Arts) worksheet set for a learning module for possibly grade two. I decide to unwrap it and look at the various pages (it is about half an inch thick) - there is very clear detail - it seems to be tied in with spelling and vocabulary for the most part (and may be connected to a CD or other recording type), the pages divided into about four separate task panels, such as letter fill-ins and shorter word lists, including with draw-a-line match-up tasks. I decide that this will be given to my youngest son.

One other major scene begins with what seems like a male and female arguing southeast of our location. The arguing is fairly clear and goes on for several minutes (although the voices are not familiar at all - it may be “scripting” from someone actually arguing on the street outside our house while I am sleeping). They then walk northerly to where we are, continuing to yell at each other. The man is saying something about choking - perhaps relevant to a medical condition - he seems about ten years older than I. My brother Earl punches him in the left side of his face several times, knocking him over each time, near a circular wooden picnic table fairly close to the railroad tracks (which was actually the one in Wisconsin in my sister’s backyard, not ever in Florida).

Soon, the unknown male and his female partner become giant snakes, towering over everyone (by about ten feet). This seems to be based on a particular time expectancy, as some sort of seasonal ritual. Their “job” is to move down upon people to “kiss” them to instigate some sort of seasonal transformation (in the person they “kiss”). I hold a large circular couch pillow (the one we have in real life) over my head and am easily able to ward off the snake by doing this. My dream is not that well-rendered at this time and I eventually wake.

What I find interesting about this last part is that I was semi-aware that I was creating this “attack” upon myself (apparently for the dramatic effect) - thus discounting the theory that entities or “God” influences all dreams (although I have had extremely vivid lucid dreams where I sensed another presence). It seems the older I get, the more I become aware that I am making my dreams on another level even though I am not at all lucid at any point. I have had these realizations often in the past (even as an infant not yet able to walk), which are entirely different from in-dream lucidity. It seems to conflict with popular ideas about dreams.

Additional important note: The giant snake scene seems directly borrowed from a “Pinocchio” View-Master pack (not the Disney version but the Carlo-Collodi version I got for Christmas many years ago and which tied in to many personal associations). Additionally, the reels are round and both the cushion I was holding up and the out-of-place picnic table were round. In fact, there seems to be a vague association with the two notches on a View-Master reel and the potential damage to the pillow caused by the snake’s two fangs; rather ambiguous and nebulous, but very curious.

10/4/14

Last night bed around 9 coz soming down with something.

Woken up at 3am, spent 30 min on comp, then bed. Woke up at 5:30 from LDs.

Not sure how I got lucid, if WILD or DILD, but proly DILD. Next thing I know, I'm walking down the street, happy as can be and singing and old song, one of my favorites. I realize I can sing nice and loud so I start really singing from top of my lungs. It feels GREAT. I have the lyrics right and I carry a tune.

The dream fades, I see my hands and I realize I'm still dreaming, because a thought crosses my mind that I always am. No transition.

I'm ourside, between 2 buildings. I want to fly up, but there are boards like a scaffolding. I'm pushing them aside and telling myself its easy.

I'm on the street again I think and I manage half of the same song, again happy as fuq, before dream fades.

Not sure if still lucid here or not, proly kinda aware but not lucid. So I go look for OpheliaBlue which I know she is in that corridor. I find her and I'm all excited telling her that I just had a DILD and a DEILD.

Woke up ecstatic.

Why can I sing in dreams but not IWL?

I'm in the living room and somehow I could see a man in another house wearing a brown fedora that shadow his face well. He was wearing a brown trench coat with brown pants. That's when I open the back door and was in a different place. The man was 80 feet away from me, the sky was dark brown and very cloudy. I was in a house with no lights standing at the open back door, noticing that ahead of me lies nothing but an ocean. My focus change and that's when it began. The man started running on water but in such a formal way. His legs would go up after the other at a quick pace. I to was also able to walk on the ocean.

It would not let me sink down, I however was unable to go at the constant pace he was excelling at. I was having trouble moving due to my legs seeming to be much heavier and felt like gravity would keep pulling them together, making it difficult to get through. I can tell the man was getting farther away. That's when we both cross the entire ocean and made it to the next house. I open the next back door to see the rest of the ocean. I look far to the distance and can see the man marching on water even faster than before, with his hands crossed behind his back. Watching him this time made me become lucid.

I look at the water and plunge in to catch up. However this time the water didn't allow me to stay above it. I began sinking down while hearing the sounds of the water passing through my ears, thinking of how long will I not be able to breath. Eventually I drown due to my body feeling like it was filled with led. I woke up gasping for air and I quickly reacted to the dream being a false awakening. The time stated 7:11 PM but I couldn't stop gasping for air and began to lose focus. I then lost lucidity and woke up soon after. Lucidity Time: 1 minute

Okay so first off i'd like to say, i haven't posted lately because i got back into to work (vacation over). It's not that work is affecting my recall per say, (though maybe a little) it's merely the fact i just don't have time in the morning to write my ridiculous dreams down.

Moving on, i DID have a dream last night, though i can't really remember it. Something about a new apartment, fighting a clown using DoA moves, and some girl.... *cough* yeah... ANYWAYS. What i would like to share, is what happened after i woke up from that dream, around 2:30 AM. If you don't believe in Astral Projection, and spirits that reside there, and that dreams and the astral Plane are interchangable, then you probably won't be interested in this. Or maybe you'll read it to call me crazy. Whatevs Yo.



So, i woke u pfro mthat dream, wondered why i woke up (i never really wake up in the middle of the night) and jsut kidna sat there for a minute. i looked around my room (it's very dimly lit from compter LEDs) and didn't really see or hear anything. I figured i would try a WILD-sort-of-thing since i was in a pretty good position to do so. I put my arm over my eyes and imagined laying in my bed in the room i grew up in. Eventaully, i WAS laying in that bed. Though i could tell it was a little more than dream by the level of clarity. I didn't give it much thought though. Most things don't fuck with me. I was laying my bed, forcing the cieling and walls to warp and bend in rythme to music i was creating in the dream. everything was fine, just doin my thing when my vision was snapped directly to my front Forcefully. "oh." i thought. Somethign tried to jumpscare me. My vision was forced to face fowards while some giant white skull/face screamed at me, though the scream was 'in my head' if that makes sense. I managed to turn my head to the right, and break the possesion, and then i forced myself awake. As i thought, i looked over in the corner and there was a spirit sitting over there. I told it "i'm not gonna force you out but if you fuck with me again i will. Let me sleep." and then layed down. I could feel it's emotion filling the room. It was angry, but also intrigued. I guess no one ever stood up to it before? Dunno. So i layed back down and tried to sleep again, but i coud feel him leaning right over me and breathing down the back of my neck. (what a creep) so I releashed a splash of energy that *should have knocked him back then said, "do that again and ill banish you." So i laid back down and put a shield around me began trying to sleep again. Obviously the closer i got to sleep the shield would get weaker, cus my consciosness is switching over etc. So when the shield would get weak he would kind of poke through the shield, forcing me to wake up a little bit to strengthen it again. Honestly, he probably could have broke it but i think he was just messing with me, or was to oafraid to actually break it, knowing it would invoke my wrath. cus he stopped doing it and i went to sleep. Today i've felt his presence around but i can't confirm if it's him yet..... though i did see something that looked exactly like him at work today. Maybe tonight ill try and talk to him see what he wants. Maybe it's an old friend....