I'm someone who's investigating a woman, and my partner and I are searching her apartment. I'm going through old chat logs on her computer. As we leave, walking down the stairwell, we talk about something I found in those logs. I'm saying to her something about "the desire to feel someone else can understand your experience, your point of view. The internet can be great for that." I'm thinking that I'm starting to understand this woman we're investigating, to know how she thinks; I can relate to her. I'm also thinking that the internet's never worked out that way for me - but then I think, feeling alone in something is a universal human experience in itself. Connecting directly to that feeling-alone-in-something thought - we get to the bottom of the stairwell and walk out the door, and outside, we're in the ruins of an apartment building where I used to live. Everything I can see is covered in debris. We're standing in front of what used to be the indoor pool on the first floor - there's no water, there's a layer of debris at the bottom, and there's no wall or ceiling, the pool is the only recognizable part of the building left. This is a memory of where I was when my wife and daughter died. I climb down to the pool ladder, trying to recreate the moment. But I'm shorter now than I was then, the perspective's wrong. Getting the right eye level means putting my feet on a different rung of the ladder than before. It's not quite right. Looking around, I find something in the debris. It looks like a cartridge for an old video game console; from the pictures and words on it, I get the impression it's not a game itself, but a soundtrack. My partner takes it from me and looks it over and says, yeah, if you don't know what you're doing it'll just be a soundtrack - but this contains a hidden emulator. (Woke up. Back to sleep.) Fantasy setting loosely based on ancient China. As a disembodied observer, I'm watching a man teleport into a large tunnel or cave, only to immediately crumble into dust. I'm thinking, whoops. Let's retry that. Earlier, a woman showed that man a dark green and glittering substance kept in a small, rectangular, light green bottle, and explained that to use it you simply rub it over the palms of your hands and clap them together. Having seen him crumble into dust, I can tell she was tricking him, deliberately leading him to his death, but I'm also aware that this substance really is something of value - this man only asked her about it because he's seen her use it before. There's an old man listening to their conversation, and when she's left that old man catches the younger man's eye and takes the bottle himself, tucking it into his sleeve. The scene skips ahead to a moment when those two men are surrounded and need to escape in a hurry; the old man produces that bottle, rubs the contents over his hands - which causes them to look claw-like - and claps his hands together. Both men are teleported to that tunnel - this time around, the original teleporter lives, and the old man crumbles into dust.
10:30 pm Last night I listened to this to try out dream yoga. I knew it would be better if I tried to do it in the middle of the night, but I couldn't sleep and I wanted to try it out. It was super relaxing and I fell asleep probably less than half way into it. 2:15 am I woke up to find that the video was still up on my ipad because I didn't turn it off. This got me thinking about LDing again and I had a DILD. The dream began with me and a girl walking down a hallway of a school. She asked me if I was pregnant (this is one of my dream signs because I always have really strange dreams where I am pregnant) so I knew that I was dreaming right away! I was excited to explore the dream environment so I ran down the hallway with the girl. My vision was clear at first, but it began to become very blurry. I stopped to look at my hands and I asked the girl to wait for me. She turned around and said, "not a chance." Anyways, I looked at my hands and that improved my vision. I went on exploring the school looking for a DC because I wanted to complete a TOTM. I came across a room full of people and I nicely asked a girl who my soul mate was. She was furious. She got in my face and said, "YOU THINK THAT I WOULD KNOW WHO YOU'RE SOUL MATE IS? NO. I DON'T. ALL I KNOW IS THAT YOU SLEPT WITH MY BOYFRIEND." This was not the response I was looking for haha so I walked away. (These DCs really weren't fond of me ) I left the school and outside of it there was a neighborhood. I wanted to change my surroundings so I laying down on the ground, closed my eyes, and expected to wake up on a beach. Instead, I woke up the lawn of my own house. Sometime after this I lost lucidity because I actually thought that I had woken up on my lawn.
Finally out of my dry period! I tried some WILDs during a nap I had with some success. I was lying in bed thinking that I must fall asleep consciously. While I was thinking about this I noticed that I was walking around in my house, and thought “this has to be a dream”. I did a RC, but it failed. This was obviously a dream so I didn’t care. I was walking back and forth in my living room and couldn’t come up with something to do. Finally I decided to make a portal in the ground with my hands, which would take me somewhere cool. I lay on the ground to make the portal, but nothing happened. I thought to myself that whilst I am lying there I might as well try to levitate off the ground. Once again it failed and I ended up just sliding on the ground as if there was no friction at all. I did this for the rest of my dream, and having a great time doing it. I think that I had this dream because I have been watching curling on the Olympics lately. Now I finally know how it is to be a curling stone!
today i dreamt i was on bathroom, i was rubbing my hands. then i landed my hands on the washbasin balcony. i felt the solid material made of rock. and for a few seconds i thought i was on the dream. Dream elements: -bathroom -my home Technique used: ---------- hours slept: 9/10 hours hours
I use the DILD technique, as at the start of this dream, I was unaware I'm dreaming, but then I become lucid. This is also my first lucid since coming back to dreamviews and it was very short and not that vivid. So I'm in my real life town, Romford, and I'm down the road I walk down every day, I'm with my two friends, Sam and Charlie, I recall us missing a couple of buses, even though we're right next to the bus stop. Anyway, we're standing outside a shop, in real life the shop is a bathroom store, so I suppose it's the same in the dream. This shop has windows where you can see your reflection in them, it's almost a mirror. At this point, I realise I could be dreaming, I see my reaction in the mirror, I was shocked and my heart dropped. I then do a RC to check, I plug my nose and sure enough, I breath right through my fingers. I look right to my friend, Charlie, and think "should I punch him?" Just to see how it feels, but I stop myself and then attempt to fly, I go to the curb of the road, and right then I feel lucidity drifting away, I open my eyes and I'm in my bed, legs weirdly tingling as if it's SP. I check if it's a false awakening, but it's not.
i was in my high school english teachers garage reaing the great gatsby. to taker notes i wrote them on his wall but realized that might not be the bset thing so i tred to erae them. then his phone rang and i answered it but the person hung up so now it was jus my teacher and him on the line, i invited him over to the house whenn he woke up and dgot outa bed. well wen i went home this asian family asked to park in my drive way and i was like no but i fetlt lbad so i said okay, but then theey ran over my dads porche so i kicked the lady outa the car and bacaked it out myself. then i picked up the car and threw it accross the street on there front door steps. the dad was a lil distraught then my english teacher came over and i explained what happened
*This is from two days ago I was in my childhood house eating dinner in the laundry room on top of the washing machine. I was standing on the ground but the food was spread out on top of the machine. My sister tells me I need to hurry up and finish cause I have a fight at 7pm in the UFC Octo-ring my sister and her fiancé were watching tv in the family room which was adjacent to the laundry room. I am still eating but out of my peripheral vision I can see a man and a boy walking up the steps our house. I hear my dad speaking so I run outside and look in the car and say "who is that little boy you are with?" I look up only to see that it is not my dad and I am completely caught off guard. I tell him he sounds just like my dad and he says that he hears that all the time. The man and his son are holding fishing equipment and they are looking for my dad to go on a trip. I am very jealous, or is it envious, cause I feel like I should be with my dad not them. Then I see different visions of the fight I am going to be doing. I am going to be fighting an extremely strong man and I am pretty scared. So I go over the different scenarios. I think I could run away from him but I am scared people will laugh. Then I watch him fight another guy and beat crap out of him and I am certain I have no chance in hell to win this fight.
Updated 02-13-2014 at 03:13 PM by 67330
I was back in my old highschool walking the halls in circles. I felt really rushed and i would bump into old teachers and they would say hi but I would just walk past them. I remember my home ec teacher in particular because she seemed so sad I didn't take her class again. Oh ya I forgot to mention I was my age now, 23, which is pretty strange. Anyways I was going to the the library and I realized I was suppose to be in class I looked at my timetable and it said u had co-ed gym. I went to the gym and my old gym teacher was there she said I had to get dressed in order to participate. I ran out of the classroom panicked cause now I was late and also I was pretty sure I didn't have gym clothes. I never found my locker but instead went into a classroom. Then things got fuzzy cause my parents were out in the street and it was snowing. Something about a parade or the beatles and a car and I had to join in
In my last entry (not on all sites, only on two main ones I use), I explored how pitiful and unfortunate it was for someone to attempt to “revise” someone else’s life experiences in a contemptible, jealous way and pretend to understand dreaming with absolutely no real understanding at all. That is usually a sign (other than just the common trolling mentality) of mental breakdown and boredom, as well as a number of lifelong personal issues, I would guess. I digress… In this entry, I will be taking an honest look at polarity reversal in dream “interpretation” regarding the “Yin books” (my own “personal mythology” and validated path). I have written on all of this before, but not in a polarized sense, so here we go - it takes a curious and honest, open mind to see “both sides” in most cases (although there are more than two sides to a many-layered construct). 96, as it stands, is a form of Yin Yang (there is also a funny play on “sex” and “none”). Normally, this would be Sagittarius and Virgo, Corona Borealis and Corona Australis, the eagle and the condor, Motel 6 and National 9 Inn (take your Illuminati views elsewhere if you will), and numerous other confirmations of this present “cycle” of the universe. This can be seen in two opposite ways, though. It can be seen as Yin and Yang in conflict (in facing away from each other)…or…it can be seen as Yin and Yang back to back and “protecting each other”. See what I mean about polarity? Keep reading. 22, as it stands, or twos when mirrored back to back to make the “waves moving apart” can be negative to indicate Yang moving away from Yin. However, it could also represent the parting of the Red Sea by Moses (or was it the Dead Sea? I forget); I suppose, thus relating to the miraculous nature of using your own mind and legitimate experience and endless evidence to “cut through the crap” so to speak of those negative human forces in one’s life that are oh-so-common - in a world full of disillusioned skeptics and trolls. Or, as some prefer, wear dark glasses and not see anything including your own destiny…or is that destination? Well, it stands to reason if you are on a train going somewhere, you should not be surprised if it stops at the place you bought your ticket for even if you got on the “train” twenty-two years prior. 22 as the pawn (mirrored, superimposed construct) can be either positive or negative in that “pawn” is usually a negative connotation. However, what if you win the chess game? Would you be angry and sad if you won a chess game? 22 as the medicine bag or pouch (superimposed and upside-down). It could be either empty of full. Let us take a brief detour and look at snakes. If you do not want to look at snakes, skip to the next paragraph. People are oh-so-clever in saying snakes are always a phallic symbol. (I often “see” them as relating to the human intestine.) Sometimes when I think of snakes I think of Johnny Cash singing about being “swallowed” by the boa constrictor. What does that make me think of? A certain female part. The sensual way a rattlesnake coils is could be “seen” as feminine. It is very good to be ambidextrous (though many people say “amma-dext-tree-us”). That means being able to write with both hands equally as I and many others can (and my oldest daughter is also this way). Instead of saying “Hey, I only write with my right hand - my left hand does not exist - how about using all parts of the mind in unison? What a nice idea! That was primarily a metaphor. Somehow, sometimes, in this society, being able to harmonize with the Source or even the self is equivalent to being deceptive or hypocritical. Look up "ambidextrous” - some dictionaries have the listing: “1. equally expert with each hand…2. highly skilled or adept…3. underhanded; deceitful." Strange ambiguity in being said to be ambidextrous. "Kids who are ambidextrous are more likely to have mental health, language and learning problems, says a study.” (they left out the usual “especially if not of western European descent”) This seems to mean that the government (or whomever came up with this nonsense) does not want people who can use “both sides of their brain”. I guess if you can see with both eyes you are more likely to not see anything by their logic and reading both English and Hebrew would cause a psychological breakdown since they are read in reverse to each other. This is the same pathetic propaganda machine that promotes that older fathers have problematic “less intelligent children” (the truth being the opposite) or that that all gypsies, aborigines, blacks, (insert random ethnic group here) are all more at risk (abuse, alcohol issues, divorce, insert favorite social problem here) and others are not. I am not a conspiracy theorist, but I see mindless baloney on a regular basis, especially on the nightly news - it is hard for me to believe that people are as dumb as they are pretending to be in their writing (even trolls) or ridiculous “news machines”. However, put the elite lies out there, and the public will believe it. They do not want competition or truth-mongering. This is why honest and unyielding dream-work is so important, enhanced by other skills. “Studies” by the forever elusive “someone out there” are always funny, though. I wonder what would happen if all these absurd “dream dictionaries” (including so-called analysis by pretended “studies”) were to stop publication to be replaced by what dreams really are and how to work with them? I do not think it could happen. Authority would not like that at all. This is why astrology is actually legal (even printed in newspapers) in modern times in many locations, though rather hard to believe. It is because it means nothing. Authority does not like it when your life has meaning or when you read anything that has personal meaning. I know this one hundred percent. Why use the Source, the holographic and infinite universe inside of you when you can use a “system” to “dumb yourself down”? I guess you need a book to show you, each and every time, what a cornstalk will look like each time you plant corn; in other words, life is far more patterned and predictable (even in hidden layers) than people want to believe. They fear patterns. They fear the known in some ways more than the unknown. Cause and effect requires human will, though. You are not going to crash your car unless you drive a car. Too hard? For example, you are not going to win a basketball game unless you play it. You are not going to have meaningful dreams or “see” past/present/future (that is, the potential or best possible outcome) unless you cross the threshold of knowing what they are for. Otherwise, they are just vestigial mental energies, which I have said many times before - but pay attention and learn, and anything becomes possible - and from my experiences - I do mean anything. On doors…Are doors symbolic, or just doors? Obviously the Blue Door is very important, at least to me - and the Blue Pearl event - which is a physical manifestation that others have actually seen “on” (“in”?) me in real life (people that did not know anything about it being more likely to see it than those that “knew” about it - odd - but very good for validation - after all, I would trust someone saying they saw something that they were not told to see other than someone who sees something they expected to - hope that makes sense). I cannot tell you what that means - though other people have experienced it with the same associations (I assume such people are like me in certain ways but I have not really made an effort to speak to them much online as I sense too many “aspects of humanity” in them - so usually go on with my own path). I can say that a door can be an entrance, an exit, or locked (or even both an exit or entrance in a transient or tentative “testing” way, I suppose). It can be positive or negative - a door to opportunity or a door to disaster - for me, blue is always best. Dreams can flip doors around to where they would not be (physically) in real life and it takes study to see how they blend with known locations. As I have said before, even in dreams of composite locations, I try to “trace” where I would have been in real life relative to the (fictional) orientation in the dream. This could be an interesting eyeopener for others assuming they are able to pinpoint such aspects, as it is not always easy, especially when the composites imply contradicting compass points as they sometimes do - only when the composites are based on houses you have lived where the two front doors in real life were facing different directions, yet in the dream, have the features of both houses integrated. I have already written quite a bit on the K-seal. This can also be positive or negative. When letter K is in the more obvious “envelope” symbolism mode, it can be positive or negative depending on the message or “letter” you receive (though “K” is also a play on “key” meaning you could end up marrying your pen pal I suppose, oh wait…). These days, a lot of people do not write actual letters on paper (probably a good thing to save the forests at least to a point - too bad too many rubbish books are still being printed) and only use the Internet - but the envelope still holds meaning and obviously will until people forget what the post office is - then Kevin Costner as the postman will come along and…whoops, got sidetracked for a second. When upside-down, the “K as envelope” (that is the “K” on its side as the envelope, but then going on to turn the “envelope” upside-down) could represent negative forces in the sense of the arrow going up but being stopped by the horizontal line. Mirrored to its face, it is the “diamond on the path” which I cannot think of in an opposite way, other then perhaps falling into a diamond-shaped hole. Letter “K” (half of Yin and Yang due to it being the eleventh letter along with hundreds of other layered elements) and number 3 together are also “full” Yin and Yang as I have written of before. (Then there is some sort of play on K9 relating to K3 + K3 + K3 = Cerberus, the “hell-hound” which is not very nice, is it?) Three can be negative when seen as a threatening “fork” or trident as with “Hot Stuff” if you go with devils being this or that, which I do not, other than as fun reading material. Oh…K? Okay. Me too. Literally. I mean, my surname (historically speaking) can mean “The two”, “the god” or “the sweet” (or “the soft”) depending on the anglicizing mashing of choice when one cannot read or write another language. Try the following spellings of part of the surname variations from French to English in Bing Translate: Doux. Deux. Dieu. As I have already written, even flying dreams can have negative associations. I know this from direct experience. Although usually, flying dreams are positive and relate to accomplishments in real life. Homeless people seem to have more flying dreams in some regions and this is because “they have no visible means of support” - a very precise and obvious way to describe hovering or flying (at least in negative connotation). I have written this same material previously, but people have short memories, it seems. I may write more on polarity in so-called symbolism in the near future. It is an important concept and “awakening” to people that can only see one side of the same coin.
Updated 06-20-2015 at 07:12 PM by 1390
1. [Non-Lucid] I'm with Emily and we figured we were going to be in this place for a while so she got out this box that kinda resembled a Christmas calendar (it was green or pink), this box is full of stuff to mess with, I don't quite remember what but I seemed to be able to attach certain things (plastic shapes kinda), so I attached some stuff and I think I made her laugh at 1 point. I'm in a building and notice I had become some sort of bronze stick figure with a white face, my eyes and mouth were black and robotic like, I went off to find Emily to show her. 2. [Non-Lucid] There's this king, and his son keeps wanting to get in trouble, so the son dresses up to become disguised, he keeps getting caught by the prosecutor, when the king finds out the prosecutor has caught him, he gives the prosecutor a kicking. Fragments: A guy dressed as a ghost being pulled backwards across a field away from a forest, the costume gets ripped off his face see who it is. ------------------------- Possible dream signs: Emily, Ellie, Mum, Step dad, Dad (I may write my other dreams down later)
Ok, I guess I'm going to start posting here so that I can keep track of my progress and you guys can help me out I've been using a dream journal for exactly 2 weeks and it's hugely helped me with my dream recall (which was very poor..now I remember 2-3 dreams per night) and with my dream signs. I have had 2 DILD's so far, the second one I had last night. You can find my first DILD here Anyway, enough talk. Yesterday I decided to implement a new mantra (I've been using "I remember my dreams" and "When I dream I recognize dream signs and do RC's"). This new mantra is "Lucid dreams are important". I hadn't had a LD in a week and considering that I had one immediately after using this mantra, I guess I'll stick to it ^^ Anyway, here is the dream: "I'm in a park and I'm wearing a strange pair of shoes. I see two friends of mine but I keep walking and go down some stairs. There is a wall in front of me and I jump over it, landing on the street below. I remain alive and realize I must be dreaming. I stabilize my dream repeating "I'm dreaming" (differently from my first LD, in this one I repeat the sentence out loud and I can actually hear each word). I keep walking, see some guys in the distance and decide to try the "Super speed" trick, which by the way is suuuper funny I stop and I see some friends of mine who tell me "Your girlfriend is not here", but I want to summon her anyway, so I start looking for her in some cars that were there. I don't find her, but then I remember I read here on DV that I have to "know", not "wish", for something to happen. So I assume she's behind me and I try to take her by the hand and pull her in front of me, but that doesn't work. Then I assume she's giving me a *you know what I mean* and I look down, but that doesn't work either I don't give up and I keep looking for her. At some point I feel someone touching my shoulder, I turn and see a friend of mine. I'm a little disappointed, but then I laugh at it and hear a voice, I reach the place the voice was coming from and there, finally, I find my GF trapped in 2 flying cubes and there were some people keeping her trapped there Trying to save her I lose a little bit of lucidity and when I finally succeed I take her in my arms and decide to end the dream in a nice way. So I teleport the 2 of us in my room, we get into my bed and I whisper her something, then I wake up."
The other night I had a dream I was walking to the store and I looked up at the sky to see daylight planets like fantasy earth pictures. I seen the Moon and Jupiter up close as if they weren't that far from the earth. I was amazing because I am interested in astronomy and to see that was just cool, then I heard the sound of jets flying above me as I watched them past by I turned around and seen a whole new place. It was a combination of many different places. There was my house, my high school, stores I never heard of before, medieval knights riding on horses, more jets flying in sync, and many cool things I cant recall. It was very cool and I wish I was Lucid but it was just a normal dream, a very vivid one.
The reason that this was just the date was that I could not think of a title for this dream. It came off as a very bland and boring dream. I am at my tech school, but it feels like my kindergarten school from way back when, but even that is a bad comparison. The school is surrounded by trees. Anyways, the same bully is there from the "drowning a bully" dream as part of yesterday's DJ entry. We got into some kind of conflict, but I cannot recall what it was about. After the teacher came to intervene, she wrote the bully up and took me over to the other building. (Because this dream was taking place in my Tech School-Kindergarten hybrid, the building was being modeled after my Kindergarten, that had two buildings.) The inside of other building looked less like my Tech school and more like a machine shop of some sort. There were a couple dream characters scattered about, working on various projects. The teacher leads me over to what looks like a drill press, and gives me a black and white photograph of the bully. The teacher explains to me that whenever there is a conflict in this school, the victim must preform a stress-relieving exercise to ensure that they do not attempt to exact revenge on the one that did them wrong. She continues to explain that the machine before me is not a drill press but in fact a high powered laser cutter. (And admittedly the one cool thing about this dream was the way that this laser cutter looked.) I am allowed to score and burn the photograph with the laser cutter to release my stress. I begin to do so, but the machine is pre-programmed and the laser automatically shuts off if I attempt to cut the photograph of the bully. I remark to the teacher that this is stupid and wake up.
Updated 08-27-2014 at 07:19 PM by 53527
Too lazy 2 write it today, so I will write it tomorrow.
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