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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.

July 19, 2014

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I woke up super early and remembered a dream or two, but didn't feel like writing them down, and had forgotten them by the time I woke up for reals. All I remembered is that Dizzy (my stuffed dog) had become GIANT.

July 18, 2014

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I was in a house with a few other people, but I don't remember who they were. The house was falling apart because of a huge tornado that had come through and almost killed us. The stairs, which had been completely ripped out during the storm, leaving splintered boards in the wall, were replaced with a ladder (I blame this on a book I had one of my students read to me. It was about going up and down stairs and ladders haha). The hall that the stairs had led to, which ran along the wall, was made of extremely weak boards placed across the opening where the floor had been. It looked a little bit like the side of the bathhouse in Spirited Away. I needed to get to a door at the end of those boards, and so I climbed the ladder just fine, but when I took a step out onto the weak boards, they broke and I fell through the the ground below. I stopped to think, and while I was contemplating strategies, I saw the man who had set up the ladder go up and walk across the board while holding the hand-rail. I had an idea, and tried again; I got up the ladder and stood at the start of the boards. I held the hand-rail and put most of my wheight on it while stepping on the boards. I made sure to keep my hands on the rail all the time, supporting just enough of my weight so that the boards could hold the rest. I finally made it to the door, opened it, and was in a kitchen-like room with a white linoleum floor. To my right was a hallway with about four doors on each side. I turned to my left and suddenly there was this creepy-ass woman standing right there, staring at me. She had on an apron, handkerchief around her hair, and held a ladle in her left hand.

"U-uhm. Hello..." I stammered.
"Who are you?" She demanded.
"I'm ---'s friend...!" (I said the name of someone who was downstairs, who had told me to come up here, though I forget who it was. I remember that it was a guy, though)
The woman was suddenly all peachy. "Ohh, a friend of his? Why didn't you say so?" She led me to a door on the other side of the room, which led to a loft-type thing looking over the living room, where my friend stood. He waved up to me and said, "Mom, are you bothering her?"
The woman waved the ladle and denied it. "I'm going to show her my ---s" (she called them something, but I can't remember hat they were called)
My friend laughed and said to me, "Oh, you're in for a treat! She only shows them to people she likes!"
I was still a little creeped out by the woman, but followed her back into the linoleum room, and she led me to what looks like a fridge that was right next to the door I'd come in through before. When I got closer, I realized it was a series of cages of some sort, and out of it the woman took a handful of these little creatures; about half the size of a hedgehog, and covered in what looked like little rocks and sticks. They were like a pokemon! I played with one of them for a while, and wanted to keep it, but gave it back to the woman when she put them all back into the cages. Apparently, these were prize-winning what-ever-they-weres. She took them to shows and they won Best In Show every time. I felt honored to have gotten to play with them. The woman told me that on Pine Day (a holiday for my street apparently) I could carry one around with me all day as a treat.

Supps G,C, L-theanine
About an hour after I went back to bed I finally fell asleep, had 2 non-ld and then I think a WILD.

I started having HI quite a bit and I could manipulate a little bit what I was seeing. I couldn't control anything, like I was just watching a show. I just had a speck of awareness I was holding onto. All of a sudden I was moving I was in a dream and in a dream body, I was on a road which I walked down for a bit and I came to an area which was like an autobody shop and I was walking next to a van. I felt I was in the dream enough where I could move my dream body myself. I reached out and touched the van I was walking by and bam the dream came into focus and I could see everything very clearly. I kept walking forward and I shouted, I don't remember what it was but it was a joyous shout, a couple DCs looked at me. I had the elevator task in mind and I walked to the back of the autobody shop and thought I could see one on the other side of some shelves, I saw lit up buttons. I got around the shelf and It was just a door to somewhere else or just a wall. for some reason I kept trying to will it to be an elevator and then I got frustrated and lost it.

While it wasn't much of a lucid dream working up to it with the HIs was very interesting. I am getting more comfortable with just letting the images come to me and knowing when to take over.

Dream Fragments

Recorded at 8:30am

1. I read a Facebook message. Dave Clarke comments about the size of his dick in a way of that you kind of had to put together certain things he was saying to get the correct answer.

2. I'm playing Battlefield 4 on one of my favourite maps. I'm killing the enemy. I get injured and make a run for it so I can regain health. I'm hoping that I don't get flanked. [i notice that the map is not identical and has certain things that are different]

3. I'm at my house and hear of someone slept in their clothes, due to being cold [i think it was Dave]

Side notes:

Struggling to remember to recall dreams. Will try and sleep without sleep mask to see if that helps.

#339 - DILD - 6:53AM

This was another one of those LDs where I somehow believe a false reality. I guess lucidity was low here.

I am playing a side scrolling video game where I am playing as The Roadrunner in a sonic game. Then, it morphs into Mario. Grey stone blocks fall down and I have to hit them to get a bunch of strange power ups. I get several 1UPs and "health" until one turns him into a fish and another turns him into a majestic Owl on a floating throne surrounded my magical light.

I have a false awakening and find out that my younger daughter had the same dream with just a few variations. This my not be a shared dream but this is something I want to document. I begin writing her dream and mine on some xeroxed flyer with a black sharpie. The writing looks rough but at least I got it down. I take the paper to put it up someplace leaving the kids behind.

I come to hallway in the apartment. I think of this as my parents place. I haven't seen this part of the apartment before. I thought I saw my dad in go in here and now I wish to speak to him. I wonder down to the end and enter a small room with a dining table in it. The walls are painted a dark brown and the small light bulb in the center of the ceiling isn't doing much for it. I call out for my dad but he's not here. It seem really quite and secluded in this room save for the window unit. I think that I should try doing the podcast in here rather than the basement. It's becoming increasing difficult to see and I decide we should repaint.

I step into the hallway again thinking how dream like that room was. This triggers lucidity. I have a moment of slight instability but it clears up.Curious, I step back in there and find the walls are now white. The room is bright and I can see well. My dad is there. Thinking that this place really exists, I say, "See dad. This is what a couple coats of paint could do for the place, especially if you plan to sell it. Wait can that happen? Yeah sure. Why not?
My mom appears, "Why stop there?"
I reply, "Yeah. Why not. I could repaint the hallway too. It's just that dark brown is so bad that is just suck your soul." I wonder if there is irony here say this in a dream as I walk out.

I make my way into a living room with an open kitchen. Everything looks super nice and new. See this place could be awesome if we just fix it up. I see a patio door that leads to a back deck. There is a stone tile path beyond. Yeah I like that. We'll buy some stone title later. Suddenly, I see many different types of stone all over the yard on palettes. My parents are staining there engaged in conversation. I ignore this as dream glitch and walk around some.

I am holding a board. I drop it in confusion. I tiredly ask my mom, "Mom am I awake or am I dreaming?"
She smiles, "Of course you're awake."
I am laying in the grass now feeling really tired. I can't move like sleep paralysis. I lazily say, "Oh. Can you just touch my face?" I hope that a touch will break this spell I'm under but she never does it or says anything. I realize what the feeling of SP really means."No. I'm not awake am I. No I'm not." I wake up.

#338 - DEILD - 5:47AM

Another failed WILD. I DEILD from some dream I can't recall.

I feel myself subtly transition from wake to dream to wake. I know the feeling and worry my excitement is ruining my DEILD. My heart is racing but I manage to calm myself while I focus on my body awareness. After a few seconds I am back in. I don't hesitate and get up rather quickly.

I move to the front door and see how vividly a light from the other room is. I feel some physical sensation like my eyes are really opening. I worry that I am about to wake up. I almost close my eye but say "Screw it" and open them fully. This made the dream seem more clear and vivid than my normal AP style dreams. Feeling happy, I step out into the night. I shout out something, "WELL. HERE WE ARE AGAIN." The feel and sound of my voice is like waking life and I am pleased with the high amount of lucidity and vividness in this dream

In my yard I look up and see a uniform blanket of tiny dim stars. Some lettering starts to overlay the sky. I look away not wanting to get sucked into some crazy randomness but when I do the ground tilts and wavers causing some momentary destabilization. I quickly correct this my focusing my vision on one point of grass.

It's too dark for my liking and I try various voice commands to get some light but give up after a while. Instead, I decide to try out my new found ice powers. I do the same as the last LD but this time I only see a fain orb that quickly vanishes. I try again to the same effect. Now I change techniques that I thought of in waking life. I do some over exaggerated hand motions and shout some random fake Japanese words to build up emotions and energy. I release a blue orb the looks much better. Suddenly, I notice there is some traffic down the street. The cars seem to be entering some sort of energy field that I had inadvertently created. The field is creating a electrical light spectrum causing the cars to catch fire and explode.

As I walk over to check it out, a huge fireball erupts and permanently creates some daylight. I wonder if I can cause another explosion by thinking about it but nothing happens. I begin to hear shouts and screams as people panic in the streets. I step into the street in front of a strange but fancy looking blue Chrysler. They slow and come to a stop just before me. I decide some TK would be fun and I lit the car high into the air and then fling it into a brick building. The explosion could have been better. I let out a powerful yell and begin to do some more damage but the dream suddenly crashes.

I am startled to find myself at work. I feel like I was in a deep daydream and something has startled me. I realize I have been chewing on a plastic probe and I have bits of hard plastic in my mouth and throat. I start to choke as I wake up.

#337 - DEILD chain - 4:41AM

My goal in this dream was to find some Alchemy symbols and use them as a confidence trick to boost my magical abilities, much like Full Metal Alchemist. I wanted to find rather than create the symbols to practice for project I have coming up next month. This is what I recall..


I'm in and out of small dreamlets but I am too focused on the AP sensations to get a hold of any dream scene. I have several confusing mini LDs but don't quite recall them because I am just going with the flow of the dream. Some of them are slightly disturbing.

The dream is more solid now but I am in a confused state. I had a goal in mind. What was it? I am on a street. I see a man sleeping on a park bench. I think I recall the goal now. Kill twice. I kick the man's head off and watch it sail into the night. I turn and see his ghost. I rip its head off and it deflates like a balloon and vanishes. Wait. What am I doing? This can't be right at all.

DEILD

I recall the correct goal now. Alchemy. I find myself in a hedge maze at night. There are many blue, glowing alchemy symbols on the ground all around me. I am still trying to get my bearings as I am trashing around. I settle myself and focus. I take a closer look at the nearest symbol but it is rotating and changing quickly. I find this disorienting. There is a cartoony blond kid near my that I assume to be Edward Elric. He's leading me around waiting for me to do what I came to do. I go ahead and put my hands on the symbol and focus energy. My hands turn red and feel warm and tingly. I release with my hands out to shoot lightning like some Sith Lord but there are several dream glitches that ruins the effect.

DEILD

I am now in a stone room like a castle keep. Everything looks very much like something straight out of Elder Scrolls. There is a Nord mage woman before me with fist up and circling. I focus energy in my hands like before and throw with my right. A pale blue orb of energy hits the woman. It looks like ice magic from the game. I hear the sounds of if. The ice slows her down and half paralyzes her so I do it again and again. I suddenly remember a non lucid dream where I was doing this. Maybe ice is my thing. She seems affected but she is still coming. I take a chance and try a Superman move by inhaling deep and blowing out. A large amount of blue energy flows out and strikes the woman turning her into a rectangular block of ice. I laugh hysterically like a madman, glad that I am finally able to do this and a little surprise how I froze the woman. I wake up.