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Non lucid shop dream ---

One of my staff was holding a wee baby. This made me mad, so I telt her to desist. I then went and spoke to another employee and telt her the same. It was her baby and it was now a funny wee shrivelled thing in a cage. She looked a bit startled and said;
'I suppose I could leave him at the Barber's'
Then the lights were off and we were away to leave. I then remembered I'd forgotten my keys. I had to go and put (some of) the lights back on. I ran up the back, it was quite dark and I was scared there might be monsters or suchlike. I ran back down and there was a very tall English man in a black suit standing. He said I was going to show him all the lights. We went to the switches and he flicked every one, including a few tiny wee red buttons and a couple of blue things....

Brief bit of rubbish-

A narrator talking about mammoths (I don't recall any visuals) He stated that the biggest mammoth ever found had a head so big he would have to walk backwards.

Which makes perfect sense

Tonight i'll be trying it for the first time. Anyone try it before?

Thoughts/comments?

This one's from December 05, 2014:

On several planes, taking someone's bf back to her to Hawaii. Passed through my home city at one point and kept going anyway. Ate food samples in airport (everyone was selling food, like kiosks of food at every stop). The couple had a baby I think, and I knew them from a forum. The bf was supposed to be away temporarily (went to visit parents or something like that), but he decided to stay longer and just mess around. At one point he turned blind for some reason, and fell down the plane stairs. (Like the seating of the plane was like theatre seating). I ended up giving him a smoothie to fix him.

This one's from December 01, 2014:

Have Mexican parents (I'm not Mexican IRL). I'm a kid about 10 years old or so. The dad drives a truck (like a tractor-trailer). I climb on top of it like on top of a train and ride it there, hanging on to bars up there, as the dad drives it. The mom is probably in the front seat. This truck also flies, kind of like a plane, but at a lot lower altitude. It doesn't transform or anything, just starts driving then keeps flying then lands and drives again. The truck went mostly through/above country roads instead of interstates. We run out of gas & money and stop in a town. We have relatives there but we want to pretend to be rich or something, so we go hang out with this random rich lady who's got two dogs and a kid. At first we pretend just fine and make friends, but then she finds out that we're super poor and end up doing work for her. I'm not sure what the parents did, but I did a lot of cleaning. For some reason both of her dogs and her kid piss all over the house, and I have to take care of it. The lady likes me, and I also do some more personal assistant stuff for her, and organize things.

Speaking with Jareth, I end a sentence with "god!" A general exclamation, but that's not how he takes it. He replies, entirely serious, "Don't call me that." I didn't, but good to know your arrogance has some limits.

I'm singing the title role of Don Giovanni, wearing a mask that covers my entire face, even my mouth. Reminds me of the McKittrick. While on stage, I switch places with someone else, identically dressed.

(Woke up. Back to sleep.)

I'm swimming in a pool with a woman who's offered to grant me a wish. To do so, she tells me I must go to Thailand and walk into the jungle in a certain place until I reach an abandoned building. Here, I must draw one of two specific symbols in the dirt. It doesn't matter which one I choose, what matters is the reasoning behind my choice. Whichever I choose, she'll draw the other. She'll stand at my back, using those two symbols in some way, during which time I must not turn to look at her or communicate with her in any way. Success depends on her understanding why I made the choice I did.

A young man runs out of a house, pursued by several women wearing black and red. Shortly afterward, inside that building, I come across three young men, and I ask, "Which one of you sprinted out of here looking like Orpheus with the Bacchae on his heels?"

I'm looking over some photos of the new cast at the McKittrick. (Side note - last time I dreamed of Orpheus, he was in the McKittrick-as-underworld.) A new storyline has been added in. The photo I'm looking at now shows the woman at the center of that new storyline, sitting on a stool at a diner counter - sad expression, short wavy blonde wig, purple dress, purple purse on the counter. The character's female but always played by a male actor. In the background behind her, there's a man in a suit slouched in one of the booths, watching her. He's a sort of sycophant character, sleazy, untrustworthy, but entirely loyal to her in his own way.

(Woke up. Back to sleep.)

Edwardian England, there's a heavyset, motherly woman gently pushing a sick young woman back down into her bed, over the young woman's protests - she's feeling much better but she's having a hard time thinking straight enough to make herself understood. At this point she's just saying, "No, no." The light from the window is hurting her head, it's much too bright. I'm sympathetic about that, but mostly I'm relieved to be able to see her like this at all, relieved that she's all right and that the connection that lets us see what the other's doing is now working. I haven't seen her in some time.

I see images representing all the other people I have those connections with, with an image representing this woman now added to the end of the line. There are maybe two dozen images here, older connections as I look back farther. The most recent image, aside from that Edwardian scene, represents someone I just saw recently in person, pleasant feelings. As I look farther back, there's one image that instantly brings up feelings of irritation - we don't keep in touch, we've never been able to understand each other, and just this brief visual reminder of her brings up that old frustration. There's a few places where an image should be there but isn't - the woman whose death I dreamed of recently, the roses that turned to ash. And at the other end of the line, the very first two: the first, a woman with a long red braid, a sword in her hand, standing in a snow-covered forest. The second, a more symbolic image - a variety of colorful butterflies hanging in the air against a dark background, two trees just barely visible in the darkness. And a little bit apart from the last of those images, a simple black image to represent me.

(Woke up. Back to sleep.)

I'm lying on my back in a field hospital in 20th century China. There's a young woman treating me, wearing a uniform, with her hair tied up in two braids. I've been enjoying speaking with her. I haven't been enjoying whatever's in that IV. I'm thinking about the woman mentioned in that previous scene, with the roses turning to ash.

Still in China, I'm in a small boat that a middle-aged man is steering by pole. I've hired him to take me and an old woman back to her hometown, though it's been flooded and abandoned for a very long time. The old woman doesn't live in the present anymore. Her hometown is the place where I last saw that woman with the roses, though that was a long time ago and I don't know if I'll be able to find anything useful there. I haven't been back to this part of the world since before this area was flooded. I focus on the ruins of a building I recognize, as the boat passes underneath.

Morning of December 9, 2014. Tuesday.



I had a typical semi-lucid “make everything crash and explode” dream of much the same nature as from childhood, though the childhood dreams mostly related to deliberately making cars slide around on a highway and crash into each other. Normally, I am never directly focused on the humanity involved in such disasters.

In the first part, from a distance, I deliberately (with telekinesis) cause a 747 to lose altitude and crash into the middle of a city (I guess influence from “The Medusa Touch” movie from 1978 never wore off). From there, I teleport to the location and then cause parts of the still-exploding-and-burning plane to hit a specific bus and then guide certain pieces of that bus (starting with the separated bottom, sides, and roof), to fly a fair distance through the streets of a residential neighborhood to wreak additional havoc. I have no concern of being hit by flying, exploding, and burning pieces even though they are fairly close to me at times. I feel much younger and am fast on my feet.

Later on, there is a scene with several unknown people, mostly males. One has what seems first like a toy flintlock pistol. Over time, after seeming mostly toy-like, I then have a closer look at it and it seems to be a real rifle in some ways, appearing much larger. I take aim with it in a realistically rendered manner but eventually give it back to the other male. It still seems somewhat distorted (toy-like) and with foil-covered plastic parts, including the hammer and trigger. Another unknown male on the other side of the street seems to be communicating particular sentences with me with facial expressions alone, though I do not recall any ideas from the “conversation”.

In an earlier dream, I am reading some sort of Internet-like screen, though it seems to be something different than the Internet. Apparently, it is some sort of forum-like communication but more indirect to where postal mail or something similar is implemented. An unknown female “talks” of a friend’s dream (with hand-printed writing) that featured a window and then asks what a window means in dreams.

I write a long paragraph of what windows (when as a dominant feature or main focus) in dreams have meant for me. I explain how a window can represent a portal between different levels of consciousness or focused awareness. I reflect on one dream where I seemed to be “stuck” in a window, half in and half out, and was semi-lucid at the same time, but in an uncomfortable frame of mind, both unable to wake when I wanted yet unable to enter back into deeper sleep. In another dream I had crawled through a window and became far more lucid than I had been prior to that - a lucidity more defined than some waking states. I relate how looking through a window in some dreams seems akin to watching television in reality. Finally, in a dream from childhood, having jumped from a bridge (while pursued by a brontosaurus), I landed on a window, breaking it, thus “breaking” my dream (I could no longer look up and back into the previous dream scene and see any sign of the brontosaurus) and setting about the waking process by then picking parts of the “broken dream” out of my feet and path.

At any rate, my hand-printed message, in ink, takes up about half a page. There are other things on the paper, which look to be similar to an order form or application of some kind. I plan to scan it and then send the scan digitally, I think.

Dream 1

I don't recall what it was about. All i remember is there was a guy with white bandage all around him like a mummy. But he didn't seem dead or dirty.

Dream 2

I think there was something but my mom woke me up and I didn't pay attention to it. I just tried to go back to sleep.

Dream 3

After two fails I managed to get a dream I could remember.
I began to slowly appear on my bed into the dream world. When I felt like I was 100% in the dream I decided to summon Dawn.I focused on Dawn and slowly he began to appear in the dream. He wasn't in his anime form but I was happy and decided to try focusing on my senses to make the dream more vivid.

After I was done focusing i noticed everything was starting to feel and look a lot more real. I told him that we could leave the room now and he said okay. When we got into the living room Dawn went straight into the kitchen and said he wanted a drink of water. He took the water out the fridge, took a cup and took ice out of the fridge and put it into the cup.

Looking at Dawn I asked him why he wasn't in his anime form. As he was pouring water into the cup or washing it i started to imagine Dawn in his anime form. But only his long white hair appeared. I felt his hair and told him it was better this way cause it was nice and long. He said he knew i liked it or something like that.

After I saw him drinking some water I said I wanted water too and asked him if I could drink his water than took it. I started drinking it and he asked me why didn't I just get my own cup. I said I could have but I didn't see the other cup and that drinking from his cup was better. I than looked at the water and ice in the cup and noticed a red dot moving in it. I changed my mind about drinking it and gave it back to him.

We than left the house into a place that seemed like a classroom or school. I was holding onto Dawns back and noticed there was a shorter boy that was his buddy walking with him. When ever this DC that claims to know Dawn appears in my dream sometimes he looks kind of crippled but hes kind, understanding and friendly. He was able to move more now though.

I got curious and felt like asking Dawn if past lives was a real thing what would his name be. He ignored my question though and kept walking and talking to his friend. I asked him again than asked him if we have been together in the past a lot. He said "yeah, lots of times" than went through a small hole into a really small room that had words on the walls. I pointed out the words on the wall and his friend said the words on the wall were very motivational.

Than Dawn opened the door and jumped into a medium size school/Principal office room with me on his back. There was a little bear running around the room and Dawn and his buddy was running around, laughing trying to keep the bear cub from catching them. Dawn was like " Dang! This little guy kind of scared me when he jumped out!" but in a playful way. Than his friend was like " Yeah, he surprised me too!" As they were running around like crazy I kept telling Dawn to stop running around, but than Dawn made a big jump and I fell off him. The weird thing about this is that when he jumped I was upside down trying to hold onto him before I fell off.

I was mad at Dawn and noticed I was in a empty classroom now. I started calling for Dawn again and he came back. I shouted at him that I was mad at him for ignoring me and I didn't want to talk to him anymore. He said " Fine! I don't care! Do whatever you want to do!" so I ran out of the classroom and tried to go to a different scenery.I didn't feel like going anywhere anymore though and just lay on the ground on my stomach feeling like I didn't really care about the dream anymore. Dawn's friend than walked into my view and sat on the ground. He looked more crippled this time and smiled as if he was saying it was going to be okay. I took his hand and held it in my own and felt better. Than I woke up.

Dream 4

I was going to the store for my family.Somehow i realized it was a dream though. I wanted to read some dream books and found a couple of books on the floor. The place started to change into a library too. But as i was trying to read i saw so many words and thought about how i didn't feel like reading nonsense so i closed the book. After thinking of what to do next for a bit i woke up.

NON LUCID
*I am driving around thinking what shall I eat? I see a whataburger and pull over. The inside is very strange unlike a whataburger in the waking state. Then my friends start to walk in unexpectedly. They all have been smoking cannabis so everyone is happy lol. My friend gives me some good telling me to just pay him back later.

Something to do with a new music building being added to my high school. It has all of this wood paneling and all of this bamboo growing out around the sides.


There was some crazy war going on where two armies were fighting over a supply of peanut butter.

The battlefield is this huge open meadow, surrounded by thick woods. There are a couple of mountains in the distance. The area sort of has a minecraft feel to it, though nothing appears to be made of blocks. I also recall seeing a cartoon drawing that was a map of the battlefield and contained the tactics used by the armies with drawings of cartoon soldiers killing one another. The map was drawn on very high quality parchment paper.

The battle began. One army was clad mostly in steel armor and used swords. All of the men in this army looked really short, and they all looked the same. They appeared to be the more formal army. [Dream Logic]They also had trebuchets that were launching large jars of peanut butter at the enemies that would explode on impact. The peanut butter was sticky and supposedly would slow down the advance of the enemy. [/Dream Logic]

The other army was a small band of tribal men with long dark hair who rode on horseback. They had a very native-american feel to them. They fought with spears and bows mostly. Although they seemed inferior in numbers their tactics and skill in combat was impressive.

Somehow I got into the fight. A group of the steel clad men came after me. I became partially lucid. I started fighting with them; running at them and disarming one. I took his sword and used it to cut down a couple of others. One ran at me from behind, yet somehow I could sense him coming. (Partial lucidity?) I threw him over my left side, both stabbing him and taking his sword. Dual wield. I turned to see what looked like a lieutenant of the steel army readying a bow. (His armor was fancier, I assumed he was important.) I threw one of the swords and it stuck right in his face impaling him.

I then see a couple of the tribe men charging at me on horseback. I throw the other sword, that for some reason becomes a spear when I throw it. It strikes the leader in the leg and also injures his horse who falls over and the whole group trips over him and falls down on him in an almost comedic fashion. A couple of guys manage to get out of the confused pile of horses and charge me. I pick up another sword and get ready to fight when the dream changes.

...

Somehow or other I found myself in my living room. Manei was there, laying on the couch. And for some reason or other I didn't quite grasp that I was dreaming. I thought for some reason that I was awake and imagining that she was there. Something was amiss.

For some reason I still had a spear on me from the previous dream. I was examining it a little, and spinning it around like a bo staff. (Not sure how, though, the living room in our house is tiny.)

She told me that she was upset because she had gotten in trouble with her guide, and that she overall wasn't feeling well. I did my best to be understanding, but I don't think I've ever seen her not all happy and bubbly like she usually is until now. Not having the best grasp of dream/reality didn't help either. I didn't really know what to do, so I dropped the spear and sat down on the other couch across from her, and the dream faded out.

I wonder if I could find Manei's guide and talk to him/her. That's either a really good or really bad idea. The bottom line is: I'm getting somewhere, albeit slowly.

Color legend: Non-dream Dream Lucid

Lucid #260: The Prancing Pied Piper

A false awakening takes me downstairs where I putter around for a bit doing silly "chores" like moving chairs around. Then I head back upstairs, totally focused on having a lucid dream when I “return to bed”. Just so that I’ll get in the right mindset, I do a nose pinch reality check and oh hey, check it out, I’m already having a lucid dream! I hold the nose pinch and start leaping and prancing about, waving my other hand in the air. I sing about lucid dreaming while I do this.

I head into my youngest son R’s room, but instead of R, I find my 5-year-old son E sleeping on his bed. “Daddy, what are you doing?” he asks getting out of bed.

I keep singing, prancing, nose-pinching, and waving one arm. I sing, “Lucid dream, lucid dream, lucid dreeeeee-eeeeeeam!” E laughs and says, “Daddyyy!” I think about returning to the master bedroom in the hopes of finding Wife and enjoying some sexytime. But those plans fall through when E gets out of bed, and starts following me around, prancing the same way that I am.

I reflect on the joy of being lucid and this emotion takes me to a desire to hear beautiful music. (I’d chained these feelings together using Dreamer’s goal memory technique.) This is in pursuit of Jenkees’ dare to do cool stuff to a lucid orchestral soundtrack. E and I go prancing into the master bedroom as I realize that I need to stop singing if I’m going to get a new soundtrack.

The lights are on in the bedroom and instead of me or Wife, my friend KS is lying in bed next to some blonde guy with surfer hair. KS gets out of bed and rubs her eyes like it’s the morning. I ignore her and surfer guy, instead phasing my face through the shutters so I can look out into the night. I start creating an orchestral soundtrack in my head.

It sounds nice, but I realize that I’m forcing every note manually and composing it as an act of will. I want it to emerge organically instead. Maybe if I go do something outside. I phase through the window and leap out into the night with a yell. As I’m preparing to take flight, the dream ends.

I was in the city at night, indoors. It was a building. I was working on the computer or something. I was with two unknown guys. We went out, but there were slippery steps. Something about basketball. We went back.

1. I was inside of a classroom somewhere with a lot of other students. The class seemed pretty chill, and my teacher Mr. Hoffman, who teaches Law Enforcement, was in the classroom. I was sitting right up front, in the very front row. I noticed that a seat away from me there was a gorgeous girl. She had brown hair, and that's about all I can describe about her. As Mr. Hoffman was talking to the class she would continually input some of her observations and comments about the lesson. Mr. Hoffman had no problem with this at all, whereas if this were class IWL he would be pretty mad.
I thought about going after this girl that sat in front, but something told me she was 4 or 5 years older than me. Somehow I got the intention she was a student teacher and that she was 21, so I knew my chances were slim. Soon class ended, and I found out that my classroom was located in a skyscraper, on the very top floor. Before I left class I saw my friend Andrew, so I went over to him and we talked. Now somehow we were both sitting on the ledge of our skyscraper classroom, nothing was separating us from the ground except for air.
As we both sat on the edge Andrew brought up the idea, "What if we could play GTA from right here dude? That'd be crazy". I figured it would be kind of hard considering where we are sitting and I can't really see much of the streets below me in detail because of how high up we are. I look over the edge and realize just how high we are. I then get up and walk to where I was sitting in class. I look in front of my desk and I see a picture of a girl in a bikini. It turns out the girl in the bikini was a girl that I had been wanting to bang for a while. Oddly enough, I got really turned on and started jerking it off right there in class(lmao, thats gross). I just did it right there out in the open.
I didn't finish though. I walked out of my class a few minutes after that and walked to my next class. Once I got here the same gorgeous student teacher was already there sitting down in whatever seat she chose. Class started, but there was no teacher to teach class. The student teacher wrote something on the board and a student commented on it. The comment must've been negative because another student, Alexis, told the other student to shut up. Suddenly the environment around me turned into a gym. I then got up out of my seat and looked around.
I make eye contact with two other guys across the gym, not meaning to, and they come over to me. "Dude how long have you been working out?" one of them asked. "A few months dude, but I'm just now trying to get bulked up." I said. He then asked me about my family and if they worked out. I told him that when my grandpa was in his prime he did Power lifting and could lift 500 lbs, and that he still did the hobby well into his 40s and even later than that. They seemed pretty impressed, but I wasn't really going for that. I then told them about my dad and how he was a drill instructor in the Army.
For some reason I added the fact that my dad was a player back then, and that that was in my genes. I took another look around me and I noticed that for some reason, there were alot of classroom desks all around the gym at random points. Usually people were sitting in them and just socializing with whoever was near them.

December 08, 2014

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I was walking with my dad and brothers into a sort of huge playground on a river bordering a vast desert. There was an island in the river (it widened at this spot) that was tropical looking. My brothers and I went to a very large swing-set, and they both started swinging. Dad was going to snowboard down a sand dune, so I went back to the giant swing set, only to find that the only two available swings were just about to be taken by other people. I sighed, and went to find something else to do. I approached the island, and inspected it.

I had thought originally that it was just a bunch of tall trees, but as I got closer, I realized it was all one massive tree, and that there were some sort of structures in he branches. It looked like a huge, awesome jungle gym.

So naturally, I went to find a way onto the island. Before long, I found a large root from the tree that extended to just within jumping distance of the bank. I leapt on over, and made my way through the vines that hung down from the tree until I reached a ladder up to another branch. I looked up, and there was a whole series of rope ladders, bridges, and huts in the tree. I was so excited, and started my climb. At some point I spotted a red wallet with black dots. I picked it up, and someone nearby said it was theirs. I asked them to describe it if it was theirs, and they said it was all red. I narrowed my eyes, but when I looked back down at the wallet, it was indeed all red. (should have gotten lucid! But ah well). I habded them the wallet and continued upwards.

The further up I got, the more different plots I would encounter. It was like every hut was a story in itself. At some point there was a story about a king and queen who were going to leave to save the realm. They asked me if I would join them, but I woke up.

My ToC (Table of Contents)

While I did dabble about AJ in my other journal, I decided I'd post a more *scientific* one and my thoughts on using Apple juice to increase your chances of becoming lucid, as well as, improving dream recall (DR). I will warn you though, I've only used AJ once in an effort to increase DR. I AM a Diabetic, so consuming any juice late into the night runs into risks with blood sugar levels and does not fit into my daily regimen. The outcome I post here MIGHT not be the same one you'll receive from trying it out. Everyone is different.

The idea behind trying apple juice came to me when I was actually using the forums search feature to look into a lucid aid called vitamin b-6, which I also have a pretty extensive journal on. The original thread that gave me the idea is HERE.

That night I gave myself extra insulin and prepared to wake up at 3:45 AM to chug 450ml of Apple Juice. I fell asleep at around 12:00am. When my alarm went off, I instantly shut it off and drank back the AJ. I had high expectations at this point for it to work, and it didn't.

The apple juice did not improve my recall, it did not make me have any vivid dreams, but it did make me pee.
** Please note, some users who TRIED AJ during a WBTB did have more vivid and better dreams. Consider trying it out for yourself.

If I wasn't diabetic and wasn't restricted, I would try a bunch of other tests by drinking more apple juice and having some throughout the day - but it just simply doesn't work for me.

Why Apple Juice? Whats so special about it?

Apple juice ingested either before bed or during the night is said to stimulate dreams for SOME people. What it really does is increase the amount of Acetylcholine (ACh) in the brain. ACh is one of the first neurotransmitters to have been identified. ACh carries messages between brain cells, and most of our dreams occur during REM sleep when ACh levels are high. The neurotransmitter is linked to sleeping, dreaming, learning, and memory.

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In the end, AJ didn't work for me (probably because I drink it EVERYDAY!) but consider giving it a shot if you wish and see if it'll work for you.

I use an app called Awoken to collect all my dreams.
I write my first dream in my dream journal on 22 of july of the present year. I keep practicing MILD technique for two weeks since that day, but I have to stop practicing it because I was not feeling too good in university.

Two days ago I decide that I have to continue trying to gain my lucidity, so now im practicing DILD, that is pretty much the same as MILD.
This is what i dream two nights ago:

I remember two dreams in that night, but I dont really rember the second one.
First one
I was in my house, then I went outside my house and I saw a really weird looking guy, I didn't know him, but I was able to feel that his intentions were not good. He was just there, in front of the principal door of the house with a creepy smile, I ask him to leave, so he just go a few steps away, but that was ok with me so I close the door, then I proced to check in a tiny hole if he was still there, and he was, but he was getting closer to my house door again.

Then someone was knocking the door, and I knew it was the creepy guy, but I have to answer to the call (I dont know why), so I open the door and there was no one in the street... I was really surprised because I think the guy I saw before was going to appear, but the when I step out of the house to look if someone was outside, the creepy guy came out of no were so my only reaction was to punch him in the face 3 times.

I'd punch many people in my dreams, but this was the first time in a dream I feel strength in the hits I gave, because whenever I punch someone in a dream, I feel powerless, like my arm and fist has no power.