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Dream - Lucid

I was on the computer in the living room of our apartment. It was nighttime and extremely dark in the room, save from the light of the computer. I was showing my husband a YouTube video that had a song playing in the background. The song had something to do with poverty (I was reading something about poverty before I went to bed). I had a feeling my husband was annoyed because I was making him watch the video. The screen on the computer then went black. I had a general feeling of unease. I clicked something and it came back up on a different screen. I then clicked the YouTube tab that the video was open in, but it went black again. Now, the room was even darker.

Then, I was sitting on the floor, and my husband on the couch. I was sitting right below him; I could see his legs. The feeling of unease was worse now. It was so dark...and something just didn't feel right. I could still sense the annoyance of my husband too. I was scared to look at his face, thinking the face of the devil would flash in front of my eyes instead of his. I climbed up onto the couch with him. I had my sleeping mask on now? I was "sensing" what he looked like without looking at him with my eyes. I could "see" his body, but when it got to his face, it was like I had heat vision, and it looked red. I couldn't see any details of his face. I then bravely took off my sleeping mask.
"Dallas?" I said. I slowly looked towards his face.

I did not see anything scary, but the feeling of unease came to a climax. I partially realized I was dreaming, and started to scream, trying to wake myself up. I then heard this terrible noise; the best way I can describe it is screeching, but that isn't accurate. It didn't sound like anything I've ever heard before. It was horrible and unearthly. I struggled trying to move my limbs as the dream faded to black; I wanted to wake the fuck up.

I then woke up and was wide awake for awhile. I was only asleep for about 15-20 minutes for this nightmare.

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I was with this guy I "dated" when I was 11 years old (IWL he is gay now). I was with him, but I realized I couldn't be with him. So I had to break his heart, and he was very sad. He looked different too; he had blonde hair and a different looking face in the dream than in IWL, though I knew it was the same person.

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I was playing a video game. It was like Mario 64 but with something else in it. I was trying to beat Bowser, but the fight was a multi-stage fight that if you died on the last stage of, you'd have to start over again. I had played this boss many times trying to beat it, but I kept dying. Then, I figured out something about the fireballs coming out of the lava around the platforms, and when I would do a certain move with them, Bowser would get hit twice. There were two bosses here as well, not just Bowser. I remember pausing the game at some point.

This dream was quite long, but the rest of the details evade me.

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My husband and I were shopping at Kohl's. We had split up to pick some things out. A lady then was going through our things and adding up the prices, but not at the cash register. Dallas had gotten lots of things, like peach-colored women's nightgowns, men's and women's shorts, and men's pants. We were racking up a bill of $555 before we were done going through everything, so I had to lay down the law and decide what we needed and what we didn't need. We didn't need the nightgowns, nor did I need new shorts, but he definitely did, so we held onto those. He had also picked out some nice short-sleeved button-ups that didn't look like anything he'd actually wear, but he said he needed them. I kept some jeans too that he wanted, and asked if they were size 32. He said no, they were 36x30. I asked if they fit better, and he said yes, so much better.

I then saw that Dallas was dressed in one of the nightgowns. I was having trouble discerning whether or not the nightgown was supposed to be for a man or woman, though, looking back, it was obviously a woman's nightgown. He was being silly, making the nightgown sway at the bottom.

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Yeah, another mostly sleepless night. I was dog-tired last night too; I stayed over at work to help out because there was a call out, and we were very busy. Also, the night before I didn't get much sleep, so I thought for sure I would tonight. Guess again. Ugh, body, you are not cooperating with my brain. I want to have more LDs! Can't do that if I can't sleep.

But I suppose I should be more patient about it. This happens to me from time to time, especially during times of stress. Things will calm down again soon, and I will have more LDs. Hopefully will be able to accomplish some of my goals as well, such as more dream sharing, and delving into past lives. Can't wait to tell you guys about these things when they happen!

After the other dream ends I wake up in Father room and my head was feeling very static , I got up and tried to turn on the lights but it didn't work I tried again but the same thing happen. I look at my hands and realize I was dreaming again, I had very good control this time I made a small white light appear now instead of the usual orange light. I began saying I'm dreaming again and felt very excited and shouted yes, my voice sounded as if it were digital. I started jumping all around in Father room I then try to phase through the wall again but it did not work as I wasn't focusing again. I then left Father room in to the living room and could tell the outside through the windows were gray and clouded. I told myself to remain calm and to focus on maintaining control over lucidity, I saw the back door and unlock it to go outside. I walk down in till I see a man who look frustrated with a knife in his hands approaching me I began to back up and that's when I realize the situation that was happening, I notice him arguing with another guy and claiming that the guy stole his truck. The guy in the truck drove off quickly almost running the man with the knife over as he shouts for the guy to come back. That's when he and his one of his partners who were hidden ran up a snowy cliff trying to catch up to the truck driver. I decided to walk on the front road thinking there's a lot of DC's here, that is when I was approach by a woman in a pink dress. She ask me how was I dream character? In my mind I was surprise she called me a DC but then I realize I am inside my mind right now. I said I am fine and add on that I was really liking this lucid dream, she smirk and ask me What am I? I began to feel different instead of feeling excited that I was lucid dreaming I felt much more determine , I could see the place changing into a college campus as we walk on the road. I told her I am who I am, after that I felt very relax and we both laugh as we see a lot of people panic and running about being late for school. She told me as we finish walking all of the front road that the two standing forward from us were her friends as they waited for us to arrive. We finally made it to where I notice one huge guy in a t shirt and 1 girl in a white dress. The girl seem happy to see her friend as they begin their conversation the dream begins break down and turning gray, they were all frozen as I could see the dream starting to fade. I rub both of my hands to try to prolong it but it was doing no good as it continue to fade. That's when I realize and knew I wouldn't let it end like this , I close my eyes I could feel the dream ending once it was all gone I only felt my actual body in waking life for one second and then I was back in another dream. Lucidity Time 5 minutes.

Color legend: Non-dream Dream Lucid

Lucid #221: The Singing Robot

I’m taking an unusually long time to fall asleep after WBTB and I sense a shift which makes me wonder whether the dream has begun. I will myself to roll out of bed and I find myself floating in the air about 3 feet above and to the left of where I normally sleep.

The sun shouldn’t be up yet but a trickle of daylight’s coming in through the shutters. I roll a couple of times, a little out of control. When I try to fly I wind up just heading straight downward, soon faceplanting in the floor. The scene goes dark and I hold on for DEILD. After a while I give up,I incorrectly thinking I’ve failed and have a false awakening, feeling disappointed that the dream was “so short”.

I log onto DV and see that Dreamer has left a series of comments on one of my DJ entries. Rather than text, these comments are a series of giant images that are larger than my screen, so I have to scroll around to see the entire picture. The first is one of Dreamer standing with one foot on a balcony railing, looking back at the “camera” and grinning. She’s holding her other foot over her head almost straight up in the air like some kind of crazy ballet move.

The next few pictures show different angles of a similar scene from a Japanese manga and I see that she’s just creating some favorite piece of a manga she likes. I think that this looks dangerous but I chuckle at her cleverness.

Soon the dream ends and I hold on for DEILD. I feel another shift and I once again roll out of bed into the air. This time I’m able to fly again but my dream body feels slight and insubstantial. It’s daytime, just as before, and I phase out through the shutters. The dream’s feeling really thin, and I try to rub my hands together but I can’t even manage that simple act. The dream soon falls into the void.

“I’m having a lucid dream,” I say, but my voice comes out very gargled and robotic. I don’t want to lose the dream, so I try singing. It works, but every word comes out in this strange, metallic robot voice:

This is a dreeeeeeam,
This is a dreeeeeeeeeeeam…
<pause> Dream dream dreeeeeeam…

The audio holds together for longer than I expect, but eventually I lose even this and wake up.

Dream started in the living room where my Mother explain to me that Father and her would be in my Brothers play. My Mother and Father showed me the camera in the house and inside the garage however when I was in the garage I couldn't find any. I then went out in the living room and realize my Father was dying when he left America, I tried to hurry to prevent it however I was too late, I look at my brother who could've prevented it but instead he allow it. I grab a plant seed that's suppose to represent my Father now , I ask Mother for a bag to bury him in. She drops one bag down from upstairs as I catch it and went back in to Fathers room. As I seat there thinking what am I going to do, the door opens with Mother asking for me as I approach the door I see my Brother seems angry and was claiming I took his pink pencil so he couldn't draw and that he couldn't find it. I didn't know what he was talking about but then I look down and saw a pink pencil and realize this must be what he was looking for. I gave him his pink pencil but he was still mad and assume I took it so he tries to attack as I dodge his first hook, then he tackles me so I ended up kicking him in the face but very fast he grabs me with his arm and lifts me up and starts choking me. I was shock how incredibly strong he was and that's when I started thinking no way this can't be real , no one is this strong as if it were arms of steel. That's when I became lucid and realize I was dreaming I kick my brother which knock him back and I continue to remain up in the air , my Brother spiral in to nothing and my Mother disappear as well. I then tried to go through the walls but kept getting push back as I chose not to focus. That's when the lights went off and soon I couldn't see anything. I lost lucidity when another dream began to start. Lucidity Time 58 Seconds.

Surfing

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I am going on a surfing trip with my mom. We take a boat to the island we are planning to go to. We enter it in a little bay and start driving. On the right I see a lot of big, expensive houses. From time to time the water colour changes from almost white to a nice blue where it gets a little deeper. A whale jumps out of the water and makes a huge jump. We arrive to a little island with a beach. I take my board and surf to the man whos supposed to show us everything. I dont wanna touch the ground because I am scared of animals trying to hurt me.There are 3 other people, two women and another guy. All look very surfer like.
It gets later and theres a party going on. A guy is handing out pills. I take five. I start freaking out and try talking to a friend but I cant. When I am sober again I tell my friend how weird that was and he tells me it was just sugar in the pills.

The Aquarium

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I am in an Aquarium with my american friends, friends of the family and my friends family. It doesnt look like a normal aquarium, its more like a big industry hall with pits of water. i see some fish who look like tuna. My friends mom falls into one of the tanks and seasnakes come at her. When I am home again my friend sits behind the washing machine and jumps out to scare me. I act like I am scared to make him feel good about his joke. I go into my room.

There were multiple little scenes, ill just write what i remember from each

Forest scene, first person with a friend DC. We were running from or looking for something in the forest

Family vacation to a tropical area. I can remember weird stuff going down i just cant remember what

I had a shower in my washroom and got out. I had my bathroom window open with no blinds and my neighbor across the street was on his roof with binoculars. i remember communicating with him somehow and then him transforming into another character before i woke up.

Just trying to get some dreams down to help my recollection

Moose Rider

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I am in Canada flying on a moose. My friend is next to me on a moose of his own, although his one runs in the air and my one rotates his antlers to fly. I dodge some wires but eventually fall off. I have a jetpack and can save myself. My friends next to me again and we fly onto a little shed. We climb down and find ourselfes infront of an old house.
We go in and find one of those things where you put oxes to power a machine. We find out it was used for slaves back in the day. We look arround and find a weird turtle thingy. I break it and it gets angry. I get scared and flee out of the window.

During a WBTB I found myself thinking "What can I find to prove that I am dreaming" and before I knew it I was. I found myself in a large palace type room with gold walls and waterfalls. I floated over to a waterfall and realized that the water was still and not flowing. Thinking about it for a while I remembered that I had a plan for my first lucid that lasted more than a couple seconds and I had attempted to go for it. I thought up a large portal in the middle of the room to take me back to my home and it looked like a rippling blue electric field that I had walked in. After going into it and arriving at what was supposed to be my home I had lost a lot of clarity. My vision was about as clear as my wake imagination where details just didn't exist. I soon lost control of the dream and remember nothing more.

After months of trying it feels pretty good to have something last longer than a couple seconds. I'll be there soon.

Morning of July 21, 2014. Monday.



In this dream, my wife Zsuzsanna and our children and I (as we appear now) seem to be living in a distorted version of my (deceased) brother Earl’s house on St. Cloud Street (though the furniture is in different places), though not with viable memory of my brother having ever lived there; a place I had not been in for over twenty years. (This house does not appear either on its own or as part of a composite as much as other houses I have been in in real life.)

I notice our baby daughter has a skin condition similar to our oldest son’s though “bubbly” and more raised. Oddly, this seems to be because she has eaten a lot of chocolate recently. (A part of this thread might be precognitive, though I would not know until years from now as in many other cases. For example, I saw exact imagery relating to our oldest son’s condition many years before it developed.)

Other people that do not all live there seem to be in the area but are outside near the mailbox (a precursory emergent conscious factor, though may also relate to mental communication with someone else). They are having a conversation near the front porch (the main door is open; only the screen door is closed) regarding the receiving of letters (possibly medical bills) about “cluster phobia”, and apparently one of them or someone they know had “cluster phobia”, which seems to be something about a cluster of different events at once. This sounds a bit like “claustrophobia” of course, but I have never had it, so it may just be typical dream state gibberish due to the lack of language skills while unconscious.

A diatryma (which is only as big here as a larger emu and similar in movement) comes into the living room where my family and I are and this does not surprise me at all. I seem to remember it is our pet (and I consider that we may have others like it). It is not threatening. However, I decide I will literally sacrifice myself to make sure my family has better health and a good life when I am gone (as well as to cure our youngest daughter from her supposed allergy). I find myself with a normal chicken egg and throw it to break it on the wall and the diatryma eats it from two different areas; where it hit the wall and cracked open, and the rest from the floor near what looks like part of a broken chair or table leg lying on the floor. There is a very vague awareness in the back of my mind that I had been certain it was a chicken egg and not one of the diatryma’s eggs.

I move forward and bow down to sacrifice myself with the focus of my intent precise and expectant. However, the bird mostly only pecks me hard on the head (as if in an attempt to make me more alert to its presence) and then acts like a dog or cat and rubs against me, walking about on each side of me. It then seems to leave the scene. I sense that it sees me as an important human companion and would never harm me, despite my willingness to sacrifice myself to it.

Later, my dream takes on a recurring familiar scenario (which I suspect has something to do with both my visits to haylofts when very young and how I never went all the way to the top of the Copeland Park rocket slide as a child due to my distinct perception of its assumed precarious nature). The others (both relatives and unknown people) are going to be going upstairs to the second storey. I decide to go up first but the way to get up is by ladder and then through a small doorway I cannot quite fit through. This annoys me because it means I will not be able to live upstairs as I am “supposed” to. I tell them it is not possible to be upstairs and walk around to the back of the house. Once I go into the house through the back (of which is a backyard similar to that of our present home), I realize that there is a normal staircase that goes up to the second floor and so I will be using that one. At that point my dream fades. (At this point, the layout is perceived as much like our present home, though there is no second floor in reality. The staircase would be oriented south to north on the east side of our kitchen.) This validates the linear logic of the waking transition. That is, the St. Cloud Street house transforms to where we live now as I am closer to waking (emergent consciousness factor).

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This is an unusual type of sustained return flight waking symbolism (otherwise my most common type, at least once per sleeping period since early childhood), which changes into another form with the same meaning (staircase as waking precursor, representing the return to consciousness). The prehistoric bird cannot fly. My dream self, in having at least some of my conscious self identity, somehow understands the nature of RAS and actually wants to activate it by “sacrificing” my fictional dream self to the understanding that my physical body cannot fly on its own in reality. This is also why I throw the egg to destroy it to prevent other potential flight symbolism (even though chickens cannot really fly very well). This denotes a type of non-lucid dream control (not active lucidity where I am consciously aware I am dreaming). This is an unusual case where my dream is sustaining my sleep with its clearer symbolism rather than creating typical conflict with the preconscious.

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From the TOTM-thread:

Soo - I had a lucid elevator dream!
If I was as serious as fogelbise - I shouldn't bring it on to be counted, because the elevator brought me in the void and I woke up from that.
But I found one this time and I rode it - so I guess it counts.

It was quite convenient to get lucid in the hall of a hotel - it worked again by noticing that I wore almost nothing, definitively not enough for this rather posh place. The TOTM came to my mind and I just needed to turn around to stand in front of an elevator with mirrored doors, which distracted me a bit. I found I can play with the reflection of me as if I could curve the mirrors - like these varieté ones, where you get fat or slim or twisted. But only the reflection changed - the doors stayed straight. That was nice. I still didn't try to blur the surface of things in the dream and paint into them and such things. I had a dress then without putting it on at some point. Yeah - so I press a button - the doors open, I go in and already I feel visuals fading but I get a button pressed and the elevator goes down - and yeah - not sure if a door actually opened or not, but I end up in the void and wake up.
I really need to work on stability, esp. optics and duration - my motivation is seriously hampered by lack of quality...

Rather funny - in a later dream somebody turns up stark naked and I say to a friend - look at this guy, he is naked in public, he must be a dreamer!
I even thought about telling him so he can lucid dream, but then something else happened - shame!


By the way - there were several instances where I became lucid by seeing our old house, which doesn't stand any more, but I dreamt of it a lot.
But now I don't any more - seems my dreaming self found out for good - maybe one day I will always be clothed appropriately not to notice that?
Tricky bastard of an un-con...

A man catches a female intruder on his property, and then she kisses him, and he kisses back, until her boss hits him on the head with a shovel. He falls unconscious to the ground. She says that he would not have been kissing me if he knew I worked for his business competitor.

A second sun suddenly appeared in the sky one day. Outside a village were some abandoned ruins. Nobody ever entered the ruins, but they stood as a reminder for the great nation that used to exist there. It was all dark, as if evil magic was practiced there too.
I got word that something bad was coming. I was to warn what was called the locals of what was to come. The locals were the descendants of the previous civilization. They were Hawaiian and there was no anger between the locals and the townspeople.
After some time there came these servants from the sun. They were all black and came in many forms. They seemed to be good-hearted, and the people trusted them as faithful servants, but I knew something wasn't right. There seemed to be a constant flow of them appearing. I stayed away from them for a while, because I wanted nothing to do with them. The military saw the second sun as a bad omen and shot a rocket at the second sun. When the rocket hit it caused many explosions and spewed a black ink all over the place. The ground soaked it up really well and left some discoloration all over. I was in a car when it happened, and I remember the entire thing being covered in this black substance. It went away pretty quick, but it was thick. You could not see anything out of it.
When I finally saw these things, my first instinct was to kill them all, and at first I did. After killing quite a few, I found that the longer they were on the earth, the more sentient they got, and I had great remorse for killing one that could speak.
I think this dream was influenced by the Doctor Who episode Army of Ghosts. In that episode the cybermen were phasing in from a parallel Earth.

Today I was exhausted and went to sleep at around 7 pm.

First dream. I am in a supermarket. I am looking for things to buy/ eat. And I end up in the frozen food aisle looking at frozen burritos while simultaneously looking over my shoulder. I am married. I am looking over my shoulder to see if my husband is spying on me. I see a small but sure glance of him. I go away from the aisle knowing he would be mad if I spent money on a burrito. Instead I go to the produce section. I know he will be pleased because my husband invented the slim down drink. It is sitting with the other refrigerated fruit drinks. And it looks like pink lemonade. For some reason the dream has changed slightly and I am no longer worried about my husband following me, but someone else. I am still in the produce but near the deli now. I am leaning over looking at my husbands "lemonade like" drink. My mother comes up to me and tells me a man is following me and I must go with him. I know why she wants me to. She needs money and she thinks I am the answer. But I tell her no numerous times and run out the store without any groceries. I am all of the sudden running up a building with hard, cold, and ugly grey stairs. They look so modern and sharp. I keep running and am in a library type place but it is set up more like a store. I feel like I do not belong there, but then my "significant" shows up, and I feel sure about myself again. The library has very warm lighting and very tall shelves. It looks like it would be in a Harry Potter movie. We look at different games and then sit down to a table that has some mystical looking thing, in which you can play games with. Now that I am recalling my dream it is difficult to remember exactly what this "mystical" thing does. But it is a sphere and it is important. I know this because the table next to where we are sitting wont stop staring and asks if we are going to take it. We do. And then we run away together. And that is the end of this dream.

Second dream. I am being chased again. And it feels like it is my mother looking for me. I feel like she is evil in a way and I should not let her catch up to me. I am running on the side of a dirt road in the pitch black of the night. I keep looking back behind me to check if she is on my trail. Up ahead I see what looks like a rickety shack, almost like a cheap motel. I go in and there are some "characters" that I do not wish to ever converse with. There is drinking and the fog of cigarette smoke all around me, making it hard to see. I have a knife in my hand all of the sudden. And it turns out I wasn't just running from something but looking for someone. I am looking for a white light. All of the sudden I fall through the floor. And it turns out there are multiple floors here. My eyes deceive me, for I keep seeing many white lights, and I keep going after people. The white light is simply people wearing white under the black light. I keep falling down many floors until I am on the right one. I know because I feel threatened. He has the white light on his forehead. And I realized I no longer want to stab him because he takes my breath away when I look at him. He is familiar but isn't. I still go to lunge for him and then he takes me away. I cannot recall the rest of the dream. But this is the end for me consciously.

This was completed for Dreamer's DV Challenge!

Finding Fris
I am trying to lead meditation for my mom and sister. My mom criticizes me for laying out the cushions incorrectly. I have already had to interrupt my own meditation to help them, so I am not pleased. My sister is taking a very long time to get here! I finally say f*** this and get into my car and drive off.

I am driving through my hometown, and suddenly appear in the city where I live. I am driving through a college campus. I know I need to get to work soon, but realize I did not tell my wife where I was going. I reach for the phone to call her, but realize I have my old phone from college, and that I will not be able to contact her on this. I also realize I've brought my cat along by mistake, and that when I open the car door she will probably get out, and not be able to defend herself. I am starting to get stressed out by current events!

I find myself now walking in a mall that also happens to be a college campus, and it occurs to me that I might be dreaming. I do a nose pinch and can breathe. Lucid. I pause for a moment to just breathe and look around. Everything becomes strikingly vivid. I try to remember my tasks. At first, nothing comes, but then . . . Find Fris! I set off. I am very happy to have remembered the goal! I try to call Fris on my old phone, but this does not work. The phone only has one large green button in the center, and when I press this, I hear a voice come out, but for whatever reason (can't remember now) I am not satisfied with what I hear. I think I toss the phone away.

I begin running around calling out, "Where's Fris? Where's Fris?" A DC stops me and says he's found him. He points to a storefront ad for cigarettes. The add has a silhouette of a cartoon character on the front. I tell the DC that this is not good enough and continue my search. Different DCs stop me, either with rumors or reports, or just false information. As I am making my way down the thoroughfare, I notice an extremely beautiful DC -- maybe the most beautiful woman I've ever seen -- walking past me. I almost lost the objective and run after her, but then wrench my eyes away and continue on. Other male DCs were looking at her as well!

A friend from WL finally stops me as I am ascending some stairs and points me in another direction. "I just saw Fris over there, but watch out, because there is a crowd." I'm like, "Wtf, a crowd?" I run over to this spot and have to shove some DCs out of the way to get to the inner circle. Fris is sitting on a brick bench. He is a rapper, and all of the people are his fans. I ask him if he is really Fris, and he says, "Yeah, yeah." I wonder if I have to do anything else to meet the task. I ask Fris for his autograph (I mean, he is a famous rapper, right?). Fris agrees and is signing my paper when he sees my ring. He asks me if I am a mason. I say yes, I am. We talk about Freemasonry! Fris has all of these interesting skull rings on. He then asks me if he can hold my ring. I say certainly. He tries to work the ring off of my finger, but he is going so slowly. "Just pull it off," I say, "You're being too gentle." He finally gets it off and is examining it. By this time the crowd has dispersed (they walk away as we are talking). He takes out a lock-smithing tool kit and begins fiddling with my ring. I realize that he is trying to resize the ring to his own finger! I get kind of pissed about this, but then remember I am dreaming and that he can't do anything to my ring. I just shrug and watch. He is very meticulous. I then contemplate whether or not I've removed my ring in WL, and seem to feel my WL hand holding my ring. At this point the dream destabilizes and I wake up.