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This cabin had cool properties. It was always locked, unless it wasn't. Plenty of Truckers and Vagabonds had slept there over night and been just fine. That's how it got you, it didn't kill everyone, it wasn't guaranteed.

But after you sleep there once, it sneaks inside you. Only place in town that was safe was this sacred native american patch of snow.

The dream started out like a few cabins in the woods, my friends and I had been staying at the haunted one a while, and we never knew it was haunted. There was an episodic element to the dream, too, and I'd seen the series before I just couldn't exactly remember who lived and died. I was a character in the episode, but also viewing the episode, so when shit hit the fan and one woman could be seen shrieking with a mangled arm hanging over a cliff just outside the cabin, we knew it was time to escape. A little boy, one I was certain would live, got hit in the face with a bloody cowl. I wanted to get my cell phone, laptop and backpack before I took off, but I was too scared the ghost would kill me if I went back in so I sort of skipped through the part of me going back in the cabin. I kept thinking my character would certainly survive, only to realize he wasn't the main character. I was so intent on whether or not he lived I started skipping through the series. Besides, I seen it before.

Then I realized my character doesn't make it, it was someone else who survived. By this part of the dream, though, the town had become something reminiscent of a halloween town rather than just a couple cabins in the woods, and death wasn't such a permanent thing. There was some sort of suit I tried entering in spirit form (through some cool technology) to take the evil spirit out but it got to my body while I was in the suit, meaning I was dead. I wanted to just close the window I was viewing the show from, I didn't want to watch anymore. This woman friend of mine had donned the suit and explained how she could make it work. She ended with "But then a suit gets too hot" and the suit fell and then she said "And that's why I died," showing she knew how it worked too, like we both tied to fate, both our ideas failed. We knew someone would succeed, but not us.

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These are non lucid dream

1° dream: I'm at acquapark.. there' is My friend father and i ask him "is too deep the water?" he said to me "no go and have fun this pool has different water flush & even hi-fi stereo" i watch with perplexity first but the environment carry away my attention and when i jump in the water i began to float in the water. e the different spectacular waterflush go in my eyes... i was in proximity of realizing to be in the dream cause of the double consciousness.. eye dream-phisical dream... but then...TaDa.. false awakening in the next dream...

2°dream: i'm in my bedroom at grandma's home liying in bed. i'm going (for no known reason) to do split.. at the begin i was inable but few second later the leg split completely and i feel a freedom in the body.. & then i difficult wake up cause of the inability ofopening eyes.... Mmmhhh probably i have to adjust my mental predisposition to do DEILD.....

Yeah for me that's enough i am trying to do ADA these days and i can definitely says that work very well cause i have did this 1yrs ago and have plenty of dreams & lucid.

So I am not sure why I even got lucid last night. I went to bed around 10pm. I was quite restless and took sleeping stuff but still couldn't sleep. Finally at about 2 I took some more sleeping stuff and fell asleep. At 4 I woke with this.

Supps at 10pm: 1000 mg valerian, 100 mg 5htp, 3mg melatonin
Supps at 2am: 500mg valerian, 3mg melatonin

I was at an intersection in a car. For some reason I just knew I was dreaming and I drove my car into another car. This seemed very real so I did a reality check (hands) LUCID: I pulled away from the car I just hit and drove for a bit. I decided I could do anything I want so I wanted to fly in the car. I hit the nearest bank/hill I could find and took off in the air. I could feel the jerk backwards as the car sped up to flying speed and I was now flying the car. I was controlling the vehicle nicely. The landscape was green and hilly with green trees all around. After flying for a short bit I decided do something else and took the car underground. As I decided this I found a cave opening and flew right into it. Through a cave in the ground. I was looking for a money/rich area not sure how to describe it but I found myself flying around water and in cool caves and then it all became gold and I decided this is where I wanted to surface. This is the point I realized I could do anything so decided to just go straight up through the rock. I pulled up and went through layers of rock. Now this wasn't normal rock, it looked like that game or whatever it is Minecraft, big gold blocks in layers. I don't remember reaching the top but I began to think what I should do next. This is when the dream ended.

I was very confused that I even had a lucid dream since I took so much melatonin and I thought it suppressed REM. I had a good solid lucid dream only 2 hours after a second dose.

Night of February 4, 2014. Tuesday.



Being meticulous in my dream state at times, sometimes to the point of over-thinking in several layers at once, I verified something that caught me by surprise in a sort of sudden realization. While working on the foundation of a new track which I do plan on eventually finishing, I ended up confirming a dream concept to an extent, anyway. By chance, I used a filter that produces a supposed “swirly” effect - and in this case, I am not even sure if it uses the source audio when rendering, as it mostly sounds the same in every case for a particular setting regardless of the supposed source (then again, it depends on the perimeters or intent of the effect). I say this because some functions do use the source audio for certain - which can vary to quite an extreme - yet always sounds the same in each case, or at least hard to distinguish.

In this case I was playing with an effects VST for no intended reasons other than to see the images that were produced by the frequency bands at different speeds and pitches and such, and by which I integrated the first 1.71 seconds of the audio of the hybrid dubstep foundation. What resulted verified my dream - that is, the image that almost looks like an om symbol repeating throughout. This is not a very good image of what actually comes out, though, I wanted to post a better image - but its difficult when being in lower formats. It is also true that an image of a word or symbol can be deliberately translated into sound, but such does not seem the case here, as the perimeters are far too extensive for me to have just coincidentally put in the perimeters that just happened to make the symbol appear - there are 362,880 variations relating to “shaping” forms in this particular way - as well as the functions being programmed rather than stored as audio information as with some VSTs. (This is true and can be verified by the fact that the editor is one hundred percent manual with no additional waveforms or audio information stored anywhere - therefore the om symbol was not intended at all by the original programmer who could not have possibly known all the thousands of potential variations in settings - unless he knew the actual functions for it and buried it among thousands of other potentials - which, frankly, seems unlikely and unrealistic, even a bit unreasonable and pointless, though not impossible).

However, and it is a very big “however”, it seems that the function actually did use the source audio here upon realistic examination - and it is fairly obvious that it did from the visual details in some areas. In that case, there is no way the programmer could have known what would result in this instance. The missing bands in the larger image near the higher ranges are not my mistake, but it was like this in the original percussive track. I used an exciter to make it less problematic as well as having to additionally notch out more bands from horrid metallic “ringing” in the original audio that threw off the average dB (spike-wise) in a rather ridiculous way as I have seen a lot in tracks on the Internet.

I do know of so-called producer packs with deliberate images in the sound (although it is fairly rare), but this was not the case as, again, it is an effect-only manifestation. Obviously, the majority of people would not even “hear” the om symbol image, as unless you are familiar with something like this, it might as well not even exist. This is obviously true even for dreams for millions of people, who remember nothing in many cases.

I inset the actual om symbol for comparison - but as I said, this image is not all that precise or even very visible - as it is a lower resolution with a different rate and detail than the original event (which I did not try to duplicate until today - so probably “lost” a perimeter somewhere).

I was non lucid, shopping around with my mom, and Brian from work. He sold 2 of his lamps that I wanted to a member on DV in the dream, on a side note. Anyway, in the car on the way back from the store, a dream sign that I can't freaking recall, was kinda tickling my mind. I remember looking out the car window thinking about it, wondering if I was lucid. The dream was so boring and uninteresting at this point, that first I convinced myself that it was real life. Then something snapped in my brain and I realized I WAS in fact dreaming. Wish I could remember what it was.

Anyway, I asked mom to slow down the car. It took a while for her to stop, which annoyed me. I even closed my eyes for some reason. I felt the car stop, then I opened my eyes and we were parked in a garage of some house. I got out and went inside, and mom and Brian followed me. All 3 of us were in the livingroom, which only had a large mirror and curtains, and wasn't very well lit. Told you I wanted those lamps BRIAN. I was frantically trying to remember the basic tasks, but I couldn't. I asked mom and Brian, they shrugged. I even pondered for a moment if I would have luck getting on DV on my phone in a lucid lol. But no use, the only task I could remember was the one I didn't really want to do: take out my heart and give it to a DC. I stood in front of the mirror, and I was wearing a red, lowcut shirt. I just stuck my thumb and first 2 fingers into the flesh just above my heart, and pushed. I didn't actually break the skin, just my fingers were phasing through the layers of skin, fat, muscle and bone, just above my left boob. It didn't hurt and there was no blood (which is customary in these types of LDs for me). After a few inches, I felt a medium sized organ, which felt appropriately shaped like a human heart. It was warm, and gooey, and suspended in warm goo. I gently wrapped my thumb and fingers around it, and slowly pulled it out of my chest. There was a long slit in my chest left behind, but again, no blood. I went to hand it to my mom, but only Brian was still there. When I went to hand it to him, he didn't want to have anything to do with it lol. He actually looked panicked. I just said "Hey man, this is just for a task. Just hold it for a second and then give it back if you want." I thought I would just spend the rest of the lucid trying to put it back in my chest. So he held it for one second and gave it right back. I don't think he even looked at it. I looked back to the mirror, and pushed my heart back into the crevice that was left behind. And that was about it. I remember feeling accomplished after that, then I woke up maybe 2 seconds later.

Later on I had a non lucid where I explained to my son what I had done. I went through the whole thing again, but with him instead of Brian. Even took my heart out again, to demonstrate. It didn't occur to me once that this might be a dream. It was a very well made retelling of the story haha.

I remember someone picking my nose... and an ice skating area that was inside some place. On the ice skating area was this device to put people in... there were many... no I dont do drugs...

I remember someone picking my nose... and an ice skating area that was inside some place. On the ice skating area was this device to put people in... there were many... no I dont do drugs...

Will be another quick entry. "Possible" WILD because I am not sure that I maintained awareness all of the way to the entry. Mostly data for myself...so those easily bored, beware. Go to bathroom after 4 hours, hmm...usually 90 minute increments (though 120 minute increments seem more common if less sleep the night before, but not enough data recorded to support that yet...previous night didn't sleep great though). Woke up recalling a dream about lucid dreaming and relaying them in two different ways. Back to bed quickly. Woke up from the actual LD about 25 minutes after laying back down so also supports the idea that I might have woken up to go to the bathroom in the middle of REM since I got back to REM so quickly...or REM rebound...Anyway no big plans tonight but did the old mantra that never seemed to be consistent: "The next time I am dreaming, I will realize I am dreaming" maybe 5 times but I think this was not the key. I think it was a combination of nightmarish SP-like HH's raising my awareness just before the vibrations hit. I don't remember the "villain" but I remember thinking it was based off of a paranormal movie. Regardless, I recognized it as not being a real threat, felt the vibrations and nudged them on. I felt myself being carried into the air but I flew back to the floor and happened upon a sexy DC woman. I removed her pants to reveal white cotton underwear bunched up in places as if it wasn't the right size. I removed those and was awe-struck once again at how realistic a DC's skin could feel. I removed her bra and for was surprised that the breasts were not larger but they were just right and so realistic to the touch. At some point during all of this sensuality I heard a DC of my wife waking up across the room and I went over to her and she said that she was dreaming of silk purses and silk dresses. I wondered if this was some form of a false awakening for me but clearly still a dream since I was in a studio apartment nothing like my house with a kitchen and bedroom adjoined with no wall between. I had been getting busy with the sexy DC woman in between the futon(?) where my wife was and the kitchen but she had disappeared. Thinking about FAs I started actually waking up and I attempted my idea of what I think BB's awakening test/teleport technique must be or at least what I think an effective one would be for me but apparently I was too awake to go back in despite staying calm and still...probably finished up that REM cycle..? 104

Dreamed of Steven segal maybe since he was a familiar face that I had recently seen on the web. He opened his hand and was handing over a pill for me to take. A pill colored half in red the other in yellow. At this point I didn't feel hesitant in taking it since he mentioned that it would only bring me understanding of some type of natural force within me. And so with this and not having negative feelings, I took it! All of a sudden I was in a different setting where I had a sword in my right hand. Now it felt as if I was a protecting myself and others from evil. I tried going at this human like monster with my sword but My first attempt to kill was unsuccessful since I lacked enough strength and energy because I wasn't confident enough. Now worrying that I could not defeat this monster, I heard a voice tell me to use more strength! So I gave it another shot and with more effort and force, it was done! Right into the flesh of this human monster. I felt so powerful, like a warrior!

Then I woke up....

Color legend: Non-dream Dream Lucid

Lucid #184: Be Still My Beating Heart

I’m walking through a parking lot into a mall, recalling an earlier dream where Dad had brawled with some pellet gun-wielding high school kid in a parking lot just like this one. As I enter the mall, I recall my intent to have a lucid dream, and one begins.

I walk past a set of red metallic benches, taking in the detail and comparing it to waking life. I marvel at how completely realistic it looks. As I continue down the walkway, I turn toward a woman walking with her two young daughters and half-shout, “Can you believe this is all a dream?” They smile politely and scurry away.

I take a brief detour through a clothing store, walk past a few more places, and then exit onto some kind of outdoor boardwalk area. There’s a tattoo parlor to my left with a wood-carved sign overhead which depicts two attractive, dark-haired, pale-skinned women with intricate sleeve tattoos. The place is called “Nutjob”. I think how cool it’d be to get tatted up in a dream and start to head inside. It looks a bit more like a boutique when I get closer and I suddenly get this irrational fear that things will turn sexy in this place and that I’d better avoid it.

I head back through a door into the mall and encounter a grinning, friendly-looking British woman in her late 20s. I remember Task of the Month and ask her, “Who is my true love?” She says some stream of hilarious nonsense about waffles, and we both start laughing. I think she is super cool. “I’m not going to be able to remember that. Can you answer again?”

She laughs even harder and then starts singing “Polly Wolly Doodle” in a British Donald Duck voice. (The kids have an Easter toy that does this, but not with a British accent.) I can’t stop laughing and I try not to think about whether you can laugh yourself awake from a lucid dream.

I start thinking about what the other tasks were and she wanders off as I do so. I remember something about your heart, and then spy Wife walking in the mall about twenty feet in front of me. Still in an incredibly good mood, I run up to her, get her attention, and after she says, “Hey!” I make out with her for a little bit. This is fun, but okay, back to tasks! I’m supposed to pull my still-beating heart from my chest and give it to a loved one.

“Here, watch this!” Wife keeps looking at the nearby stores instead of me. “You really need to watch. I’m only going to do this once.” She looks back and I reach my hand inside my body. I feel something about the size of a softball pulsing very softly. The movement is a bit too weak for a heart muscle, but whatever. I pull it from my chest and when I present it to her… my hand is empty!

“What are you trying to do?” asks Wife. I explain the task and she furrows her brow. “You really don't need to do that for me,” she says before wandering away into a nearby store.

I wander through the mall some more, baffled by how long and stable this LD is. I pass through a busy arcade area where I see a mom busily taking care of 10-12 girls shouting demands during a birthday party. There’s cake being passed around which I sort of want to try but I feel like I am at enough kid birthday parties in waking life.

As I’m heading back into the hallway, an attractive Asian woman with waist-length hair passes by. We look at one another and the guy she’s with, some generic dude in his late 40s with thinning hair, seems to jealously take notice. He kind of freaks out, storming around and I say, “You want to go to the parking lot.” He obediently leaves. But when I turn back to the woman, blood’s pouring out of her nose like he just hit her. I’m confused because I didn’t notice him do this. I worry that my confusion means the dream is ending.

I pass my hand in front of her face and she’s healed. When I glance over my shoulder, the guy is back, glaring at us. “You’re not coming back here again,” I say, and again he leaves. I say something to the woman about how this is a dream and she agrees. The dream is definitely fading now but we still manage a bit of sexytime before the dream ends.

My recall is quite okay - I start analysing the stuff a bit for my personal reference - and that is not for here.
It's a bit of a balance - makes sense to journal for myself only, and not censor myself - but then again I know, that posting here keeps getting necessary again, because I let that slip otherwise.

Enough excuses - I had two unfortunately short LD sequences last night.
Instead of pondering the implications of lucidity as planned - both times I simply took flight and lost it in the process somewhere and dreamt on.
I wanted to get somewhere - and both times it somehow came to me, that since this is a dream - I can simply fly.
So I did - and that was it..

1. [Non-Lucid]
I assume its Valentines day as I have received 3 cards in the mail just as I was leaving the house, first card was the the 1 I get every year (I really don't know who lol), 2nd 1 was from Emily, I opened it and there is really big bad handwriting on the left page (like a child had written it), never got to the 3rd 1.

Other things:
Open front door, Eric?, Mother, Pink card

Journal Entry non-lucid #25 Dream, non-dream (Comments)
Background: My cousin was telling me about his first LD. I was happy for his fast success, btw he did it with WILD. He doesn't have to do reality checks. For some reason he has SP with imagery at the beginning of sleep. I wish somebody told me about LD when I was a kid.

Dream fragment 1, 5:01am-6:10am."": Me, another girl and another boy were trying to change the school system. We confronted one teacher. We changed the thermostat. We walked up or down these stairs. It was the weirdest stairs ever. It was an illusion of going up but we were actually going down. As we were going through the stairs, an Asian kid pops up and starts telling me about the mistreatment of black people along time ago. As he was telling me this I thought yes that is true but the mistreatment of fellow Asian is unspoken of. The kid started changing back and forth between Asian and black. We tried to navigate around the weird school. We saw stairs that led to more stairs, particularly smaller stairs. I saw stairs coming out of the wall. I lost the two other people with me, but I finally came outside of the school. I saw this guy throwing food at these workers. I warned him if he throws something at me we will have problems. I walked up to a table and I saw really old friends from middle school. I said, whats up and named them. I was spot on in the dream.

Dream fragment 2, 5:01am-6:10am I was playing some music on my computer. Their was some white kid in my house. Well their was two but I met one of them first. I wast telling him about LD. I told him how it is much easier to master if you are a child. One child seemed very interested and wanted to learn more the other one started rolling his eyes. I told him about how my cousin, after me badgering him to try LD, tried it and had a LD in a day's time. I then searched something on the internet and found a Russian cat video. The cat was about 5 ft in the video. I then had a cat in my house and I was trying to give it a bath. It got scared and hid under my bed.

February 2, 2014

Review: dreamt rude guests prevent me from falling asleep. I finally 'fall asleep' and dream within a dream. About an evil salesman.

Rude Guests
Two random dudes are staying over, mom's treat. I'm trying to go to sleep, but its now past 3am and the two dudes are still being loud and annoying in the living room. I interupt their gaming several times but I was never able to tell them to just shut up and go to sleep.

It seems like a couple of more hours pass, meanadering through the house, waiting for some peace and quiet. Finally, its past 5am, the sun is rising and the two go to sleep. And when I went to the kitchen to grab some water they acted like I was now the rude one preventing their sleep.

I use the restroom and my little cousin harrasses me. And then finally, I crawl into bed and fall asleep.

Evil Salesman
A naive salesman is being shown the ropes. He's shown that he's really serious about this new gig, which looks like a pyramid scheme to me. His managers show him, or rather, pitch to him, how awesome this reward is if he makes all of his sales.

A brand new car! His managers must have repeated this lame ass pitch a hundred times before. I'm checking out this car reward. It's a total fake. Viewed from another angle you can see the car is a wreck. But whatever, the idiot is sold on his new sales gig.

The boss shows up and shows the new guy the other rewards and merchandise, just right behind the car. Some of this merchandise were perscription drugs being sold for a quarter of the price. But they were left outside to the elements and have spoiled rotten.

Finally I get pissed off and say "You can't sell these meds! They've gone bad! You'll kill someone!"

The boss didn't like me questioning him. But since I wasn't one of his lackies he just asks me to leave this private affair. Fine, whatever.

I walking away when my friend, Kitd, pulls me aside. She got into this business and but needs help getting out, it's a total mafia she explains. For talking to me in private like this, the big boss threatens her.

He curses and curses and threatens to kill her!

"Hey, you can't talk to my friend like that!"

But before I could fight the boss my friend insists we should make a run for it. Is she fast! I couldn't keep up. I try flying instead. We run/fly to an elevator. The boss was right behind us and catches the next elevator. The two elevators had a window so we can see each other. His eyes were murderous.

I slam on the window and threaten him back "If you lay a finger on her, I will kill you!"

From the elevator we make way to an airport. This was a futuristic airport, only the size of a room. The security here is fierce. My friend had an instant pass and I just flew over the security guards heads. But the boss couldn't get through so easily and the guards stopped him at the gates to see some proper ID. It bought us a few minutes.

We sit down at a strange terminal. My friend types in an address. Rather than a plane, this machine teleports you. In an instant, we are teleported to safety.

I go out the house door. I see my niece running around screaming and crying and I see my family and neighbors crowding around something across the street. So I walk over there to see what the fucks happening. I walk passed people and see new born kittens and two adult kittens. I hear someone say it's dying. I automatically think kittens are dying, but then I see the mother lying there motionless. My grandma picks up the mother cat and blood is shooting out of its chest like a squirt gun. The blood hit a few of my family members and they bitch. My grandma takes the cat all the way back to in front my door, my uncle tells her to just throw it away as it's already losing too much blood. She almost does but I get pissed and grab the cat from her hands and put my palm over the little hole on her chest and apply great pressure. Then I give them one final dirty look before I take her into the house and take her to my sisters room. I sit on my sisters bed and my sister watches. I now have a wet napkin and I clean the blood off her, and apply pressure with the wet napkin. I see that the hole has blood clotted a bit, and that relieves me. And the cats seems to be more lively and she even walks about on my sisters bed, but then I accidentally knocked the scab off the cats chest and blood starts shooting out the cats chest again full force, So I grab the cat and apply pressure again and yell at my self. I feel bad that I hurt the cat. Then I walk with the cat in my arms out my sisters room and the hole in the cats chest is scabbed again and I let the cat walk around the entirety of the house and when my family try to touch her I smack their hands away. They wanted to throw her away anyways.