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Hi guys, this morning I went back to bed after eating breakfast and it resulted in an LD.
I used the LD to test some things that I was discussing with other oneironauts in this thread.

1. For science!* (DILD)

I'm walking around in a city with my family, there are very wide plaza's everywhere and the sky is grey probably raining soon. We seem to be the only people her and decide to leave, then I remember we forgot a small dark bag at the place we just came from. As I tell them to go back I snap lucid and try Climbing up a small tower we just walked by. When I got up the tower/building I wanted my family to leave so they wouldn't distract me, I noticed the dream getting weaker so I shout "CLARITY!" which boosted the vividness of the dream. As I stood on the roof I thought of the thread on DV in which I discussed a possible new RC/inducer. Basicly opening or closing your ear-channels in the same way as when you yawn. I tried it several times but I didn't feel any change of pressure in my ears nor did I hear any pop or air. After probably 10 attempts I noticed a small yet sharp sting in my right ear so I decided to stop. I got back on the ground where suddenly my bed was, the dream was slowly falling apart and I tried stabilizing by hugging the side of the bed but it was too late and resulted in the following FA.

2. How late is it?

I wake up in my bed and I notice it's dark, after checking my alarm clock it shows 23:20 which confuses me slightly. I roll over and notice my father's old alarm clock between the two pillows on my bed, I don't think it showed a time but it did have a heart rate monitor. I tested my own heart which looked normal on the scan.

3. Mediëval sabotage

I'm looking down on a large mediëval city, I hear someone suddenly tell me sabotage is going on after which my view is focused on a large soap-factory. Then I get a warning and see a person sneak into my house somewhere in the city, it looks like he wants to sabotage my house now. Then I'm in a barn and see the person walking in, another person waits for him behind a door and begins throwing tomatoes at him. The thief tries to get on the second floor of the barn but can't reach it because of the constant impacts of the tomatoes against him.

I became lucid in this dream, but then did not wake up and transitioned into the next period of sleep. I have a very vague recollection of events:

I am on a boardwalk above(?) or on top of(?) a building. I nose pinchand can breathe. I now proceed to continue with the dream plot (I think) though I do phase through a wall. My hand is having difficulties phasing through, so I phase my head through first, and the rest of my body absorbs easily through the wall.

And that's about it. Recall has not been stellar this week due to lack of sleep and overall large changes to sleep schedule. Lucidity has been sporadic but overall occurring every 3-4 days. Hoping for some schedule stability soon, as well as a return to my previous induction rate and recall. Looking forward to tonight

#355 - DILD - Time unknown

This is lucid from Thursday night/ Friday morning is one of those that I lost lucidity in and didn't wake up right away. I was extremely lucky to remember this.

I am at work. Someone from a friendship that ended badly shows up. A co-worker starts freaking out telling me he is here. I shush and telling not to worry and don't even fucking care anymore. I just act normal and do my thing. Then the ex-friend starts talking to my brother. None of this makes sense and I remember that I was trying to WILD. This sends me into a fake transition and I just get out of bed. I am in a mixture of my current house and the childhood house. I feel some mild fear as I exit the house.

I recall my Hogwarts goal, fly there in a car and summon a Patronus. There are two cars in the street. One looks like the one from my last lucid and the other is a grey truck with red pinstripes and looks like and old Ford Ranger or S10. The driver side door is open and the dome light lights the night. I hop in and try to start it with a pretend key but the engine have a hard time turning over. Knowing this is a dream, I push the gas anyway expecting it to drive. The truck obeys and I speed down the street engine roaring. After a few seconds I pull up on the wheel and raise to a low altitude flight. I veer in the direction of the university and look around. I see a few street lights and dark tree tops. I realize that I haven't set a visual base for flying to Hogwarts. I have no land marks and the darkness overcomes me.

I focus on lucidity as I peer into the black. I see a bright light then a scene forming. I try to hold on and wait but thats all I can recall.

Much later I wake from this dream:

I am playing dodge ball in some underground facility that looks like a laser tag set-up. Our dodge balls look like they are hard, heavy sponges soaked in a light gray paint. A tough looking old man throws a ball at me and it bounces and rolls in front of me. I scoop it up and he yells, "Out!" I spend some time arguing that I am not out because it hit the floor first. After some time I give up diplomacy and start pelting him with balls as hard as I can. Then I find some cantaloupes and start hitting him with those.

Just the one bit of a dream.

I was staring at a wall with a poster on it. the poster was all aboot mountains. Right at the top there was a mountain from Indonesia which it said had only been climbed the once. I looked for Everest and it had been climbed 3110 times. I remarked to my wife (who was behindme) that pople should climb mountains that have hardly ever been climbed.

Further doon the poster was a bit on English 'mountains'. It said Scafell Pike was made safe in 1931. It also listed some other 'peaks' in England some were the dizzy heights of 800 feet!

There's this pair of vampires in an apartment, a young white girl and a tall black man, and today slavery has officially ended. There's celebrations in the street, fireworks. But the sense of time's a bit off - although the vampires and the apartment look like the 1800s, at some point in the conversation it's mentioned that this is 1933, and the view outside the window looks it. The girl turned him a long time ago and they've been traveling together since. It's been a good deal for both of them - since she looks like a kid, she needed someone who looks like an adult to get by in the world; and under slavery, he needed someone to pretend to belong to. Now that's over, he intends to leave. The kid was surprised by this, hadn't expected it at all - they're close, it's not just a convenient arrangement for survival, so it hadn't occurred to her that he'd want to be on his own if he could. They went straight from celebrating to fighting.

He's saying, "You don't think I prefer another kind of life for-" I'm not certain which pronoun he used then - I wrote it down as 'you', and I think he'd been talking about his concern for her at this point, but she responds as if he'd said 'myself.' She went cold and distant before answering. By another kind of life, he'd meant as opposed to vampirism, and she doesn't take that well. So after a long pause, she says, "But you've got mine."

(Woke up. Back to sleep.)

I'm Howl, a version with black feathers cropping up - a patch of it at my throat at all times, and mixed in with my hair - speaking English throughout the scene, but no Welsh accent. I speak very mildly and seem distant - it's an affectation, particularly when I'm annoyed, and at the moment I'm very annoyed.

Sophie got fed up with me and left after a day or so in the castle. But now my spells have alerted me that she's back in town - just sitting there, inexplicably, not coming home. I'm seeing an image of her sitting down on a low stone wall somewhere, grumbling to herself. Since she's gone to the trouble of coming back to town, we both know she'll be back at my door eventually, she's got nowhere else to go - I'm convinced she's just refusing to come back now out of sheer stubbornness. So I spell her back, have the winds scoop her up and carry her through town, into the house, and drop her in a chair at the table. She complains about this of course, but now that I see her up close, it occurs to me that possibly she couldn't physically walk back to the house - she looks tired and sore.

I'd been in the middle of making dinner when she turned up, and I bring her a plate while she complains at me. Talking about dinner and ridiculous stubbornness, at some point I compare her to my brothers, and she looks aghast at the thought of me having brothers. Did she think I sprang from the ether? "Monstrous. How many of you are there?" I have quite a few brothers actually. Our mother's immortal, like myself - I've visited her just recently as a matter of fact. Sophie says, "You're like rats in a field."

When someone characterizes me as a monster, my habitual response is to prove them right, so I'm leaning into her from across the table in a way that's not physically humanly possible. "Our father's place is human," I say, very mildly. And in response to something else I know she'd been wondering about, I add, "And I'm a married man." I retract back to my side of the table. The point there was less a reference to my wife, who's out of the picture, and more a reference to the existence of my son, confirming that the boy whose pictures she'd been looking at earlier is my son.

(Woke up. Side note: It's been ages since I've had a Howl dream, so when I saw the HMC task of the month I'd hoped it would spark something like this. Success! Not a success at the TOTM of course - this wasn't the task, or lucid at all - but a non-lucid dream with the plot I wanted is even better.)

And a quick dream from yesterday: As Rumpelstiltskin, I'd been following someone who'd stolen something from me. I used a spell to keep the light from falling on me, and then another for shadows to hide me. Then I'd walked myself off the road and left my body hidden among the fallen leaves while the rest of me went on. Finally I tried some spell that failed - I lit up with golden light from within with the effort of it, shining through the lines in my skin, but I was unable to succeed. Giving up for now, I call Belle. She asks, "What has (some name) got on you that-" I interrupt her. "My dagger." She goes silent. It's not the thing they stole at this moment, and they don't know how to use it, but they have it; they're a threat to be taken seriously.

I'm wondering to what extent the character I identify as "me" in a dream is sometimes not really me, but something more like a video game NPC (non-player-character), or better, like the player's character in a VG, but during a cut-scene, where the character does things and the player has no control. Anyway, here's the full version:

I'm in a studio apartment with my wife (we actually live in a house). There is a person who we know, and make plans for her tom come over the next day. But when this person came over, my wife was really tired and wanted to sleep instead. So she took a nap. The guest came over and I wanted to convince her to come back another time, but I didn't want to be rude. Then 2 of her friends came over, and I was trying to keep them quiet. They ere on a back patio behind a glass door.

Then, I had to go to the bathroom in the dream. Good news!! This is a DS, and I've been RCing every time I go to the bathroom IRL. And I've been making a point of RCing seriously. I do at least 3 things each time (read text/look at clocks, try to breath with nose plugged, and at least 1 more depending on what is around). I take it really seriously, because I don't want to get into a dream and half-ass the RC.

But that is exactly what happened. It was a totally weak RC unlike anything I'd do IRL. More on this in a second.

The dream continued with my wife waking up, and asking me who these people were. She then remembered that we invited one of them over. I asked her if she was OK to hang out. She said yes, and so she got up. We got ready to make some snacks for the guests. That's when I woke up.

OK, here's the thing. The way that the RC was done in my dream was completely unlike the way I do it IRL. It was kind of frustrated initially when I woke up because of the failed RC. What was frustrating is that the decision making that "I" was doing really wasn't like me at all. It is making me wonder to what extent, in some dreams at least, or maybe in all dreams at some times, there is a character that we identify as ourselves, but isn't really us. This character is more like a DC, or a video game NPC (non-player character).

Then I realized that the best analogy is a video game cut scene. In video games usually the player controls their character. But from time to time there are "cut scenes" where the player has no control. Some event happens but is pre-scripted. That's what the RC felt like. Whatever is 'me' wasn't really controlling that.

Anyway, apart from questions about what makes something oneself, as opposed to someone else, aside, I decided not to get too frustrated by it. The good news is that I recognized a DS in a dream, and performed an RC. So what I'm doing during the day is having the right effect. Just need to do what I can to ensure that the next time it happens the RC actually tips me off.

Just started to record my dream journals again, lets hope I keep this up.

I just had one large dream last night, it started at a place I have dreamt before. It was kind of a big castle where you could get innertubes and go into big groups with a giant lake below it. You could descend unto this gateway ramp that would lead you straight into the river. Most of my family was there and also some of my friends. Apparentlly we had just finished something and my friend and I wanted to go innertubing but I told my friend maybe next time because we were heading to go do something else. I do remember from the last dream that the place was a ton of fun, maybe I will have to try it out in my next lucid.

Anyways the next place we went to was a huge banquet room and we were eating a meal. Towards the end of the meal there was some game we were playing with a red button that flashed at each persons table and when you pressed it someone else had to answer a question. My uncle pressed the button and someone else far away had to answer a question, then somehow I guess the game was rigged and my uncle had to answer the next question. He said something sarcastic about Barack Obama (even though in real life he is pretty liberal) and everyone in the banquet laughed and I felt kind of bad for him. Then after the meal was over we went outside and someone in my family told me two guys wanted to talk to me about a prosecution or something. They said "and we will be investigating" and so I said investigating what? they would not respond and talked about something else then left.

At this point I went back to the room at the table where to help the man clean up from the meal, but I saw that he had it under control. I then realized I was naked and looked for a towel to wrap around myself but there was none. So I just decided there was nothing I could do so I just did not conceal myself whatsoever and walked proudly (lol) through the hall, the rest of the area looked like a movie theatre and not that many people actually saw me until I walked to the nearest bathroom, where as I was walking into the bathroom a cleaning lady (who was rather attractive for a cleaning lady) told me I should be dressed lol, and I went into the bathroom and found a towel. I don't think I remember much after that.

Okay so two nights ago I a very short lucid dream. I all recall is becoming lucid, trying to do something, having a false awakening, and then becoming lucid again, and then having another false awakening and then waking up. I think I'm only going to count this as one lucid dream, because I never actually woke up.

I used MILD, as I fell asleep I saw green floating shapes and, I repeated "I am Lucid." over and over. I only got one lucid which was this and it was a epic expierence.
I walk into the kitchen in the kitchen which is from my house of course I see a clock. I didn't know what it said but I blink and, it is now +1 minute all of the sudden the clocks minutes go up really really fast I didn't know what was going on the clock -2 Hours. I was suppisous so I look at my hands and have more than 5 fingers...I realize i'm dreaming and, I get excited as I walk into my living room thinking about what to do I think 'I'm post to stay calm.' I calm down...then my eyes close and I wake up. I wake up, I tried to think about what just happened. I perform nose RC and look at my hands and they are normal this expierence was really intense.
(My past "Lucids" in my Dream Journal are all dreams I dreamt about being Lucid. This one for sure is Lucid It felt surreal.)

Dream - Lucid

I was watching someone play a harder version of Super Mario 64. He was talking as he was playing.

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Something about some kind of loan approval, but it was at Kohl's? I don't think I got approved for one. I was talking to some lady about it.

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Something about boxes of glazed doughnuts. I was at work at the bakery.

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Fragments due to drinking yesterday. This is what alcohol does to my sleep. -_-' Oh well, I at least know I"ll sleep good tonight.

Dream 1 - 4:34AM

I'm outside of a shopping center. I'm laying out money on a bench, and seem to be struggling to count properly. I have to count it multiple times to confirm it's correct. I leave the money on the bench and walk away from it, but can still keep an eye on it. Daryl walks over towards it and pretends to be suspect, and acts as if he's about to steal the money.

I think my Brother and Dad at one point.

I'm now down the street I take my dog, and it's night time. I see an Indian man on the side walk and he seems a little bothered by something. I try and act cool, and not make him feel as uncomfortable. I start to ride my bike, except it's majorly over sized. I find this odd. I begin to worry, as I have forgotten a helmet and didn't want another fine (got fined earlier this year :X). I am now seeing a scene of a 2 Collingwood players in a tackle. One is a rookie and the other is Scott Pendlebury. The tackle ends with the rookies neck getting cranked into a weird position. At first the rookie means to put his head in an awkward position but eventually it becomes a bit more serious. Scott gets off the rookie and he pats the rookie on the head.

Dream 2 - 8:15AM

I'm in a house with Kayley. Someone mentions about grandfather (pop) being angry? pop enters the room and complains about something in particular.

I leave the house with Kayley. We're outside and Kayley is getting attacked by two birds (one of them is a lot more persistent then the other). It starts to bother me and I pick up and pillow and through it at the bird.

I'm now in different location. I'm holding a baby which weighs a lot more then it looks. It like I have a led blanket strapped onto me. I look at the baby and it looks ugly as hell. I think its Kayley's child and I have the nerve to tell her.

I'm outside and I see a baby in the pram, I think it's the baby from earlier. The bird that attacked earlier is now human, a female. She tells me she wants Kayley's boyfriend. I don't mention anything to Kayley, in case it would get her jealous or stressed out.

I'm at another house, which is missing half its roof and walls. The bird is still attacking Kayley.

I think I have a False Awakening, and notice that my Dad and Kayley are in the house. Kayley comes into my room.

Dream 3 - 9:30AM

I'm at a house and I see a Collingwood AFL Player, it's Tyson Goldsack. He's getting interviewed via video link. I see bunch of males sitting on plastic chairs. They're watching the interview and smiling. I expect Tyson to mention about distilled water and the amount of health benefits it gives you, so it can convince a few people I know. I begin to realize he wouldn't bring it up as in why would he?

I think I'm in my estate and I see a massive photo in the sky. It's a picture of Jayde. It's showing 3 separate photos of her side by side. The picture on the left is extremely cute, she has short hair. The middle is kinda fugly as her hair is abnormally long, and the right is an average photo.

23/8/2014

2230-0630

I was in a foresty suburb area. I remember everyone from That 70's Show. Hyde got rich and moved into a new big house with Jackie. He didn't stay friends with any of the gang.

Friday ,22nd August 2014

Moon Cycle: 10% illuminated Waning cresent moving from Cancer to Leo (27) Days Old

Tarot Card of the Day: 6 of Wands

Mayan Calender: Yellow Planetary Wind

Right nostril more open upon awakening(Masculine,logical,analytical left brain)

Dream

I find myself in a long,wide,sterile and empty corridor.
I somehow instinctively know that its a hospital, after passing a parallel corridor that is more populated with people that appear to be patients.
The walls are purple and the windows are encased in a grey concrete frame.e i
Standing in the empty corridor i become lucid. I figure i must have just completed a habitual reality check,as nothing seemed seemed to extra-ordinary for me to come to this realization otherwise.

The usual rush of butterflies and excitement floods my system and i managed to hold on as the initial incline lucidity high passes.
I look at my hands and rub them to stabilize the lucidity,shouting out "I am aware" to anchor.

Having no DC's around to test the task of the month on (asking them to tell you a word in another language and its meaning),I begin to run to the more populated corridor that I was in before my lucidity struck.

Suddenly I seel that everything is fading. I get a strange sensation that my astral body is being pried and pulled out of my dream body.

I decide to surrender to the peculiar phenomenon, thinking I may get another task if a False Awakening occurs.
I experience some vertigo/ washing machine effect and boom...I end up in my bed.

I figured that I may have lost lucidity in the surrender as i didn't bother to RC,and had no recollection thereafter.

Morning of August 23, 2014. Saturday.



I am back at the King Street boarding house (where I have not lived for over twenty years) as part of the recurring concept of being there “secretly” for the most part; that is, without the owners (who live downstairs), particularly the landlady, knowing I am there. This is usually due to not having lived there for awhile or not having paid rent for a month or more.

In this case though, it is a fictional room on the second floor. It is on the west side of the building, but immediately at the northwest corner, where the kitchen is in reality. It is also about twice the size of any of the real rooms. It seems very “real” in-dream though and does not seem like a mirror-image reversal (regarding the whole house being mirror-imaged in directional layout as dreams sometimes do) of the northeast room, as the northwest corner area seems like part of a normal room rather than part of a cupola (the corner being shaped as a partial polygon in reality) - and also as three windows go across the north wall in-dream. I do not notice any windows on the west wall. My brother Jim is alive again and visiting me. Dennis (still alive in reality) is also there. We are apparently watching television (which faces east and is somewhat near the center of the room) which seems to be an older episode of the original “Star Trek” series, but the picture is not that clear. After a time, I notice an antenna lead (the old flatter twin-lead type), somewhat coppery brown, going up and around the room and to the opposite corner and I am thinking it would be good if I was able to connect it to the television somehow. At this time, I notice that the room is very slightly L-shaped.

I also notice that, at the south wall, the antenna lead seems detached on one side but is also wrapped in packaging tape in the spliced area (thus, though the tape is holding the two leads together, one side is still detached under the tape). I am aware that this setup was done by the elderly landlord. (I do not remember in-dream that he had actually died over twenty years ago, as I had also gone to his funeral.) I cannot reach any of the lead, though, as most of it is attached along the highest parts of three walls near the ceiling.

I mention this idea about me connecting the lead somehow by placing a chair on the large table with metal legs (which is along the north wall) and Jim happily offers to do it instead. He places the chair on the table after climbing up on it and successfully pulls part of the lead down while standing on the chair (I am somewhat amazed by how strong the table is to support his weight without incident). I am able to get it to work, but “Star Trek” is ending and a different show comes on. It is an odd kid’s show called “Tellagogo” of which I vaguely seem to be aware of the spelling (though it might be better formed as “Telegogo” as a play on “television” - in fact, I have discovered this word actually exists but do not know anything about it). The dream soon loses cohesion after this.



It occurs to me that much of this dream may be symbolic to simply trying to “connect my senses” to wake up - as the television was on at the time in reality with my youngest son watching it. The lead being mostly disconnected on one side probably relates to my conscious mind still not “getting the signal” from the real world - the evidence is that the television show went from “Star Trek” (suggesting a fantasy world) to a kid’s show (which was actually on in the real world at the time - thus I was then waking from the dream successfully after more fully linking my conscious awareness).

This reminds me just a little of a dream of about twenty years ago where I had an audio loop going (on a digital sampler with a held down key by way of the cord over it and under the two opposite keys) that was designed to bring about lucidity in-dream. I became fully lucid in the resulting dream, but then spent the rest of the time trying to find the source of the sound to turn it off. I eventually found that it was behind a locked door in-dream (as part of a long hallway), and became so annoyed, I eventually woke up out of one of the more lucid dream states I have ever been in. Pure irony and hilarity.

A disappointing night ...only one dream albeit not a fragment.

4.40
Another form of hide and seek really. me and one other are moving through 30's/50's London's streets (in Summer because I remember ice cream being somehow involved) I felt anxious because we seemed to be followed by two men.

I constantly kept looking back and we eventually ended up at a mainline station and I continued to lookout.

I lay there recalling the dream and I must have dozed because it was gone...all I could remember was something about water. But I managed to get the dream back and I think the water bit was a fragment from when I dozed off.

I've upped the ante on recall. Instead of think "I was watching TV 5/10/15 minutes ago" I now have to explore in depth..."what programme...what happened?" If someone came to the door..."What were they wearing? What did they say exactly? etc

I think I might also try actually visualizing the events in my mind...the route I went if I walked anywhere etc. I can see the effectiveness because it's a lot more of a workload.

I wonder what flavour the ice cream was?