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ugghhhh I finally managed to figure out how to get some sleep... I was somehow becoming convinced that actually getting deep, restful sleep was impossible, or that I needed to do something strange and bizarrely specific like only blanket my midriff and leave my legs/upper torso exposed, or idk it was very strange. Finally I started forcing myself to remember that falling asleep is not some kind of voodoo magic, which was apparently all I needed to get SOME sleep, though probably not enough. I'll sleep more after this.

buuuuuuut I had another lucid dream which is strange. no idea why being sick is making me a natural lucid dreamer for now. tbh i just have no idea what's going on and I wanna stop being sick so I can think clearly again :U

Lucid #10 - Lucid Roaming
so the dream started off with Mom and Ben and I going to some homeschooling thing in some mother's basement. thinking on it now, it was a lot like another dream I've had; sort of nostalgic. first we were walking along this forest road, then we got to the lady's house and headed into the basement, and saw how she had two kitchens (one on the first floor and one in the basement) and some dogs and junk.

We sat down on a couch in the basement, facing the kitchen, and I started wanting to talk and Ben started shushing me. This happened two or three times; I had the feeling I was definitely being the one in the wrong, and Ben was being the responsible one, but it still irked me enough that I got up off the couch and left. Seconds later, it became apparent that this was a dream, and I left the house feeling a sort of joyful mix of apology towards Ben for being so hard to handle, and un-repentance, since having a lucid dream was much more important.

I tried to remember what it was I wanted to do in a dream, and recalled that I wanted to try out a more efficient flying technique than repeated flapping. But I couldn't quite remember what technique I wanted to use instead and lifted into the air IronMan style, not realizing I was using the wrong technique. But it was still a lot of fun.

I started wandering, looking for something interesting, and came across a large house. It had an exposed second floor with baddies in it, and I spent some time trying to summon a gun, but my hand remained empty. Nevertheless, I flew up and attacked the three of em. I ended up pinning down this one punk girl and bein' kind of a creeper. Huh.

NOTES:

Had an interesting dream this afternoon after drinking a cup of coffee (instant cappuccino). I went to sleep meditating — focusing on breathing, but I let the playlist continue. I did not expect it will loop, so when I woke up hearing it, I just flowed into meditating again.
I set the alarm for 1 hour and 50 minutes. 90 minutes (1.5 hours) for the REM cycle, 14 minutes for the time it takes to fall asleep, and 6 minutes to set up the meditation sound, adjust bed, whatever.

DREAM:

I dreamed I was in a mental asylum for gifted children. I saw an adult patient trying to choke another with a pillow. It was dark or shadowy. Not night, but it's like the blinds are down. "I" ran, I think trying to escape.

I ended up in something like World of Warcraft location, facing a crossroad where skeletal beings and wraiths go back and forth on the road that goes towards and away from me, while on the road crossing it are cars speeding from right to left, seemingly unaware of the creatures. There's a hut a little to my right with some people in it. Once in a while, one creature would walk almost right to the hut, but only stay outside the window.

I climbed on the roof and watched while a couple of creatures attacked, telling one person/kid on the ground to go around the hut, not realizing until then that there were two creatures attacking.

We climbed up the building nearby with exterior ladders and ended up in a large dorm room for the gifted. "I" (because it's more like I was looking through the kid's eyes) tried talking to them that night when they're asleep because I was too shy.

We "escaped". It seems like it was an experiment, and the guy who tried to kill another was an actor. I met him outside the "walls" but I still felt the shock. I moved on eventually, with me and a friend taking a huge 10-wheeler-like truck, but with 4 huge tires (reaches up to the roof of the truck) instead of 10 small tires. We crossed a bridge.

Just forget it. Sleep will never be an option for me, so there's no point in keeping a dream journal.

Relic bats and horses (dislike horses) are telling me about a music festival......im there, music is everyware but im struggling to hear it.
im told to find your own music and theme.......everyone must WORK down the tunnel themselves to find their own ways.....


Ive started taking some B6 and MELATONIN

dreams are still short as is recall but details are starting to be more precise,im starting to remember facial details etc

It's the big day. I'm marrying friend B's sister H today. A bunch of people stayed over at my parent's house last night, including most of her and my families. This morning I'm putting on my tux in the downstairs half bathroom. I'm trying to straighten my tie and attach some kind of self-tightening battery thing around my neck at the same time, but I end up loosening one as I tighten the other. Around my waist I've got a sash thing that has carrots and tomatoes in it. Finally I decide I look presentable enough and walk out to the kitchen. I wave to all of the family people sitting in the living room and thank them for coming. My mother and several others are cooking breakfast in the kitchen, and I decide to give them the carrots but not the tomatoes.

Now I'm at the climbing gym where the wedding is going to be. It's the climbing gym I always go to IRL, but the layout is completely wrong. I avoid the seating area where all the final preparations are occurring and instead walk around near the wall. A mother is teaching her son how to use an autobelay. I decide to go around them and go into the bathroom. The urinal is 5 feet wide and has an opening that goes through the wall into the loading dock area. When I come out, B is standing nearby holding a clipboard. He asks me if I want to help save the arcade cabinet games section, and I can't tell if he's joking or not. I reply that no, I'm going to go marry his sister instead. He just stares blankly at me.

I cannot believe it: a second lucid in one night! However this one was embarrassing and gross. My awareness and control were low.

I was in a hotel room with coworkers, and one of my coworkers was lounging on a bed with me - yikes. My boss was saying how he now gets 2 weeks off because of Obama, and while it does not apply to us contractors yet, but the rule may change, and we may even get all of December off.

Suddenly I realized I had made number two in my pants earlier without realizing it. And then I farted vehemently. Then farted a second time. Thoroughly embarrassed, I appologized to my coworker without looking at him. I thought "This can't be happening!" And that's when I realized that thankfully this is a dream.

However my awareness was so low that I still thought I had to dispose of my number two in a bathroom somewhere before doing anything else in this dream. I had wrapped it in a napkin. Luckily it was small and dry.

I thought, since this is a dream, I just need to walk into any door and expect there to be a bathroom on the other side. I picked a swinging door that was like a closet door sort of. It swung inward to reveal another door. And then another. An endless set of doors. I was a few doors in when I realized it was just door after door, so I turned around but even in the other direction it was just door after door. Luckily, I remembered that it is a dream, so I went into fast forward speed and quickly went through all the doors to escape this place.

I was in a resort of sort, still looking for the bathroom to dispose of my awkward package. The next door was labeled Gasthoff in German for a hotel with restaurant. I did not want to go into the restaurant for some reason (low awareness). I overheard someone say that there used to be more people in this resort but they disappeared under mysterious circumstances.

I decided to get out of here, and finally decided to fly. I was flying over the pool, when I realized I still was holding my package, and since this was a dream and no consequences and I really should not be carrying this around in a lucid dream, I just let it go. I listened for it and heard the sploosh as it went into the pool. It was a much bigger sploosh than a small package like this should cause. I was embarrassed again. The pool made me want to swim, so I swam in the air above the pool, but then thought that even though I had thrown it into the pool this was the air above the pool and thus still contaminated by association.

I woke up soon after, and realized that this was barely a lucid given how low my awareness was that I could not even make it pleasant and stuck to the gross theme.

The main redeeming factor of this lucid was the fast forward speed to escape the endless doors płace.

Wow, this was a long lucid dream. Unfortunately my dream recall is not the best right now, and I know I forgot a lot of this dream, including how it started. I do not remember how I became lucid. It was definitely a DILD not a WILD though, and a WBTB because I got up and drank a milk at night.

What I do remember:

I remember at some point while lucid remembering that I should fly and so I from that point on went everywhere by flying, not far off the ground by flying nonetheless.

I rember being indoors and wanting to go outdoors and there was a large balcony window and it was closed, and I decided to go through the solid glass with my eyes open. The sensation is hard to describe: kind of like passing through water but totally different, perhaps more like molted plastic but room temperature but not sticky?

Outside I was with my older son and I was telling him this is a dream, but could not get him excited or doing anything.

I remembered two of my goals: my goal to make chocolate appear in my pocket and taste it, and my goal to go to the Taj Mahal. I did not pursue the Taj Mahal out of some reason. I checked my pocket for chocolate, but it was not there! My pocket was empty. I tried to imagine I was eating a non-existant chocolate anyway, but failed to convince myself.

I tried to recall the DV tasks of the month, but all I recalled was that one of them was Easter related somehow, but did not recall more.

I remember I a couple of times at least almost lost lucidity or briefly lost it. Once I found myself washing dishes, but then remembered it is a dream, so why am I doing dishes? Then at another time I think I had a false awakening: I was in bed, but then realized I was still dreaming an levitated.

I remember at some point trying to operate or look at my iPhone, but all it did was emit a slightly ominous sound and show what looked like a heartbeat or something. I but it down face down to not look at it anymore.

I also recall at some point being bothered by not enough vividness, and saying "Clarity now!" Out loud. And one of my eye's vision got more vivid, but not the other one yet. So I wiped my other eye, and that cleared my vision to very vivid, but only briefly - most of this dream was only so so vividness.

I also remember a part of my dream where I was exploring my dream home while holding my younger son while I was flying. He was about doll sized and only marginally more interactive than a doll though. I tried to get his interest in stuff. Among other things my dream home had this gorgeous grandfather clock that I got over to for us to check out, and parts of it seemed to be made of gold. In general my home was nothing like my real home.

I also do not quite remember what happened just before I woke up, and I have the feeling my husband and perhaps my parents may have been in this dream at some point, but not sure. In general this dream seemed to go on for a very long time, and I was lucid for much/most of it. I remember worrying inside the dream already that I might not manage to recall all of it upon waking up!

My favorite part was flying through the solid glass. Oh and I think but not sure that I actually did that another time later in the dream because I liked it so much.

I am surprised that I had this lucid now. I have not been good at reality checking, my awareness and recall have been low, my memory is not good now. And still a lucid! I'll take it. So glad to have one, and to not just wake up right away as well. Yay

I'm standing what seems dead center of this endless crowd. I see an old Victorian looking street lamp about 5 feet to the left of me possibly indicating I'm near a side walk. There's just too many people to tell. I see this girl walking through the crowd, when she makes eye contact with me she gets this look of fear or worry in her eyes, then puts her head down and tries to hurry past me. Seeing this, I become paranoid. I wonder why she reacted this way to me, I become compelled and consumed into her and what she's thinking that I whip around to see how far she's passed me and I chase after her. She only runs a little ways, more like speed walks with a slouch. I grab her shoulders then tell her I'm going to take her some where tranquil so I can ask her why she seemed to fear me, but then all of the entire surrounding crowd becomes overwhelmingly quiet and focus their attention on me with anger and suspicion. I know, I can feel it that they think I'm kidnapping her, so I tell them "I'm not going to trapezoid her in a prism", and then the entire crowd makes noises of disappointment, like a boxing match without a knockout. I was some what disappointed that that was all it took to get a crowd to submit. Then I woke up.

Dangers of jet engines
I'm using my tablet to watch a short documentary on the dangers of jet engines. It's about three and a half minutes long. In the video, I see an airliner in a hanger with one jet engine firing. A huge orange plume is coming out the back, and (maybe due to misalignment?) it's coming into contact with the fuselage. The metal of the fuselage is turning orange and melting away, leaving a huge gaping hole. Oddly, it seems to be melting the outside of the circle first and working its way inwards. I briefly wonder what's holding up the material in the middle, but i don't give it much thought. I can see into the plane to the seats.
Now I'm sitting on my bed next to my wife, showing her the same video. Normally I wouldn't say "Here, watch this" - I'd just send her the link - but I'm sufficiently amazed by this that I feel she has to see it now.

Fragment
Something about camping.

I was walking up my street on what looked like a particularly bright and sunny day when a group of people i used to hang out with invited me to chill. I agreed, went home and washed up. When I returned outside they were partying in my driveway, making noise and quite a mess which I, of course, got into trouble for.

Just when I'm getting back into the swing of things I'm off out for a few days again, it's going to completely throw me off my efforts to lucid dream, but that's the price I'll have to pay! My recall suffered these last few days as a result of being away from home for a few days before that. I managed to recall one dream last night... I remember it being more vivid then now as I write it up, I didn't invest a lot of effort in remembering. Damn it.

Time I went to sleep: 2:00am
First awakening: 7:00am (Natural)

Dream 1
The dream starts with a bridge to some town being divided, Brad Pitt is the protagonist for some reason and I watch him scurry off into the town that has been blocked off. No one in this town has access to the other side of the bridge now. It seems I'm in a zombie infested land of infected peoples. I can't remember much but suddenly I am walking through a wooded area covered in snow, it's getting dark and there is a group of savages by a fire about to eat a baby, and I go over and end them all. Then Walter White is my new persona, and I'm overlooking a vast scene of hills, various fires around in the distance (I think the ending of the new Game of Thrones episode influenced this scene). Now I'm in a pub, and some old friends are around, specifically one that I haven't thought about for a long time (but she posted a status on Facebook last night and I remember it standing out). All my friends were drinking. Then that scene merged into a new scene where there was a tent set up with a ladder inside it going underground, and I remember watching my nan (what the hell, dreams) climbing up and out of the tent, then Brienne of Tarth came and climbed down into the lower area. I went down and there was a lot of sexual activity going on, mostly homosexual stuff, I remember seeing it but thinking it wasn't for me. This underground area was like a dodgy brothel, you could see inside different doors and various things were going on. I moved through the halls and suddenly I was in a strange version of my cousins bedroom, with my cousin, and we attempted to make a huge joint, this joint was like half a meter long. Attempting to roll it together we eventually gave up, and he rolled a smaller (but still quite long by joint standards, I'd say about 15cm). I remembered being angry about this joint, but then the dream faded off into nothing.

Time of final awakening: 11:00am (Snoozed 5 times until 12 however, I really need to stop doing that)
Time slept: Roughly 9 hours
Total awakenings: 3 (1st - Natural with recalled Dream | 2nd - Went back to sleep with no recall or logged time | 3rd - Alarm to get up)
Did I do my waking journal the night before? Yes
Did I do my awareness techniques throughout the day and before bed? Yes

Been pretty sick since yesterday. Just the flu but I'm pretty miserable. I couldn't sleep very well for a while last night, but once I'd taken some food and ibuprofen at 3 AM I was able to get about four hours of sleep, maybe? On top of the three I spent tossing and turning in a fever-induced mental fog. Soyeh.

But on the bright side I had a pretty cool dream. Still kinda off-the-wall 'cause of me being sick I think, but it was also in HD! Exciting~

Dream - ¿¿???/ im sick
so let's see here, I'd fallen asleep in relative semi-comfort and it felt like I went right into a dream, which was cool 'cause normally I'm not aware of when a dream starts. It was about this one Indian religious teacher guy who was on a frickin' long giant zip line thing. I'm not sure what they're called but basically it was these wires suspended and (unrealistically) curving in mid-air, and these car things, sort of like ferris wheel cars, were hung on 'em and just drifted down the wires thanks to gravity. I was either in the car with him or maybe I was him? It was sort of hard to tell.

Anyway I was pretty much lucid right then, and thinking (as myself) about how in real life I'd only been on something like this once, and how this had to be a dream. And then I just spent the rest of the ride looking around at everything and saying "Wow" out loud over and over. It was a very bright, sunny day, and we were a ridiculous distance up in the air; the trees below us were like frickin lil bushes. So I was pretty much just takin' in a spectacular amount of sunlit scenery. And I was totally amazed by how detailed and realistic everything was, and happy that I was able to have this experience again~ :3

and yeah then there was other non-lucid stuff about Dad and I goin' to get food after he met me at the zip line landing platform and I totes remember seeing and eating Fruit Loops and I could taste 'em and everything yayyy

This dream takes place at night time, on what appears to be an empty airstrip, with a row of tal floodlights erected upon tripods which 100s of people gather around.

I can hear rave music, very generic, as i walk along this airstrip, and i can also see others behind a fence waiting to get in. I then get flashbacks of actual flyers that once advertised these rave parties waaaaay back in the early 90's.

The dream suddenly shifts a bit, i now find myself indoors, in an almost white room, with grass on the floor, UV lights which makes everything glow brightly, and there is one lone raver on the dancefloor waving his arms about but not moving his feet. There is an opening and i go through it, and naturally i see pigs, real pigs, snuffling about on the floor, but the pigs look strange, their actually covered in orange "cow like" markings.

Now i am outside again and it is an early summers evening, another airstrip, this time one i actually recognize from the waking world as a place where i once had a fab night out partying til the sun came up.

As the dream continues, i find myself milling with 1000s of other ravers waiting patiently for the party to begin. There seems to be cars driving about with no wheels on them, not only that but i soon find myself in a car at this dream location, just looking for somewhere to park.

I do not recall much more of this, aside from the fact that it felt so real, specially the first and last parts that i can remember, among the floodlights on an airstrip, as i did go to many parties on airstrips/airfields/hangers from 1989 onwards, the last one being 1993, a Perception all nighter on an airstrip, this was the last part of my dream.

In reality myself and my friend Arfur, arrived at like 5pm, joining about 50 or so others to wait, it was a lovely summers day on april 30th, so we head towards the marquees and sit on the grass to smoke some reefer before the party began. Some hours later this is rumour that the rave had been cancelled, and a little later more, we ran towards the marquees and had a gib party anyway.

In the dream i only dream about waiting during the early evening, when more and more were gathering for the same reasons as us. Its a shame that dream didnt go all the way to the actual party, as my memories of that night are fading fast now anyway.

I dont know what the cow marked pigs represented, maybe the police, thats what we call the police sometimes, which is wrong i know, pigs are sensitive and intelligent animals whereas the police...

Anyway, not a bad dream in all, quite vivid, id say 11/15 for vividness, but i have no idea how long this dream lasted.

I also had fragments of american wrestler The Ultimate Warrior appear, not surprising as i read before bed that he had sadly passed away, i briefly watched american wrestling in the early 90s and he was my favourite, he just looked so powerful and striking, the best mullet in the business. RIP you giant.

Two friends and I dress up as nurses and persuade the concierge at Benedict Cumberbatch's hotel that we're here to take him to a private clinic for treatment. As we're waiting for Benedict to come downstairs, I try to sign the register using the name "Kit," which is obviously a fake name. Benedict quizzed me on whether or not Kit was short for something, and I came up with "Katherine Isabelle," which he told me was a very pretty name.

We went to sit down in an adjacent lounge while the other girls got our van-turned-fake-ambulance ready. I felt like something was off with one of my shoes. Looking down, I noticed that I was wearing combat boots that weren't fully laced. I took the boot off and discovered I also had an ankle brace underneath it, but it was also unlaced. I removed the brace to re-lace it, and found yet another ankle brace underneath that one.

Somehow, I find myself outside to see my parents getting into a cable car. I join them, but then a set of glass doors close over the sides of the cable car. They're inside the glass and I'm left outside, clinging to the car so I don't fall off. The cable car takes us to the airport. Dad and I talk about how complicated it is that I'm flying to one city with them and then taking a second flight home. We stop at the ticket agent to see if we can get me booked on a direct flight home. There are all sorts of complications and I'm not sure it can be done. Not sure of where I'll be flying to after all, I head for security. I put my suitcase on the belt to be x-rayed. On the other side, there are glasses of champagne coming out of the x-ray, but the belt does not stop when the glasses reach the end. I'm frantically trying to catch each one.

Fragment: I'm in a large open area or room, when someone comes up to me and says "Hi". Then they ask me a question, but I get woken up.

FUck. I get woken up every goddamn day. Just kills my recall to hear stomping and creaking as soon as I wake up. Can't focus.