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I have been having issues with the physical aspect of lucid dreams lately. I feel like I'm wading through mud as I try to move against what the dream wants me to do. Does anyone else have that problem? It's horrible and I feel trapped.

That said, I had a horrible nightmare last night. As I try to rationalize it, I'm thinking that it's just because I have a bad cold and it was messing with my head.

What's odd is that in the middle of the nightmare, like a beacon, I saw my aunt and one of her daughters (as a child). I called out to them, but they didn't really see me. When I woke up I got information at breakfast that my uncle had died. How weird!

08/16/14 Four DILDs. I had about 4 nice long DILDs last night. In one of them I just interacted with many DC's. I would create a topless female DC and 'interact' a bit, then "move down the line." The breasts where very realistic and the DCs mostly life like. Some times DCs can be overly robitic, but this was not an issue. I kept this up for awhile, perhaps interating with 6-8 Dcs.
In one DILD I was at a party and just enjoyed myself while showing of my TK ability, as the DCs seemed impressed.
In another after a building exploded, I hurried away as I could hear sirens (IRL, but put them in the dream to avoid waking), I went by another party and attempted to transform my sister's body into a much healthier version of herself. It only worked while I focused on it and reverted back afterwards.

One good moment was using my trick to avoid waking by placing external sounds in the dream. A water pump in the AC unit was very noisy and threatened to wake me. I tried to imagine what it could be in context of the dream. I came up with air swirling around inside a soda pop can held near my ears. I summoned a empty can and placed it by my ear and pictured the noise coming from the air flow, like a sea shell. It was not realistic as both ears were hearing the AC. I summoned another and had one by both ears. That seemed to prevent the instinct to wake from external noise. The cans started having colored smoke come out of them. I went through a few minutes of the dream walking down a street with a can up to each ear, lol.

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Some long and vivid dreams this night, for some reason I also met a lot of (in)famous people.
I'm trying to think of a personal technique because just copying the tutorials from the forum doesn't seem to work that well.

1. Rewriting history

I'm an elite allied soldier somewhere in Italy, it's a lovely Sunny day and I'm infiltrating a large palace located near the sea. I'm equiped with 2 spring wire mines, a sniper rifle and a pistol if I can remember, my mission is to kill Hilter! I evade the guard patrol and take one down quietly on the wall surrounding the palace, left of me is the sea and right of me is the palace's garden with behind that the palace itself. Hitler is standing on a balcony and I ready myself on the wall to take the shot. Before I do that though I quickly place the 2 spring wire mines on the stair leading up to my position buying me more time if I get spotted. After I set up the two mines the dream suddenly changes and I'm in my bathroom with my mother sitting on the edge of the bath. Hitler is there too talking about random stuff and I'm really young, probably 11 or something.

2. Just weird stuff

I'm in looking around the gardens of a royal palace and there's a show going on about the most amazing and impossible abilities people have. It's a top 10 list but I only the remember the last 3, third place is someone who can hold his breath for 25 minutes I think. Second place is the ability to lucid dream, which I think should've been on the first place while I was in the dream. First place was someone that could hold his breath and swim through the air like it's water. Then I notice it's getting dark and I leave the royal garden, now I'm on a long street that I remember from IRL. I jog about 100 meters to the left and see a gang waiting at a wall, I'm slightly worried because there's a phone booth next to them and I plan on calling someone to come pick me up. I look at how much a call costs and it says 4 euros which I think was ridiculously much, fortunatly I had two notes of five so I put one in and took the 1 euro that fell back out. My mother was on the line and I told her where I was, she didn't seem to understand and I gave up after some time thinking it ain't that far to walk. After some walking I pass through a narrow street and see my mother and sister walking towards me, they're holding crutches for some reason but overall I'm glad to see them... Then my sister smashes the crutch against my throat, it hurts a lot and I decide to act like I'm dying to take revenge. I lay there for 20 seconds making crackling noises but they don't seem to care and lay down on a parking lot. Then I walk up to them and notice a girl I know from school who thinks my attempt to act like I'm dying was funny. After all of this I start to feel really tired and just annoyed, I walk home and finally reach it completely exhausted from the hours of walking, it's probably midnight by now. I enter the kitchen where Koen Wouters (A popular singer/rally driver from Belgium) welcomes me, I'm like "Oh really, that's it I'm sick of this shit." I nearly get lucid because it's all just so random.

I was at My Middle School it was a little different anyway, I was in my classes I forgot what was going on anyway school was over. I went upstairs "I forgot grumpy cat, Shit!" I screamed outloud (IRL I have a Grumpy Cat plushie, I will never bring it to school.) Some fat Black Lady (She looks like the lady that worked at my Middle School she is a Lunch Supervisor.) started to talk to me. Anyway for somereason I ran out these doors down the hall. I ran to my bus but it was too late I sticked my middle finger up. "F___ you Tim!" I yelled, (That was my Bus Drivers real name.) anyway I ran into the school as fast as I could but I still didn't get to my locker.
Change Scene
I was like some Water Shark thingy and this thing was sucking my "blood" but I spreaded fire across the room and, killed him. I had infinite Power Source for my Element powers.
Change Scene
I remember someone watching a Video about me and someother thing and I was a experement I was swimming in like a Fishtank I don't even know if it was me or nah.
And, I woke up.

Not a lot of interesting stuff happened this night, some small fragments of me smoking a cuban cigar and getting in elevators.

non-lucid, lucid, false awakening

.../I see a group of drunk people gathering in a park, one of them is going to help a porcupine to get rid off some spines it has nailed in its body. I go to my house which now it's a cabin and it's a mess inside. It's night and I walk to the kitchen. The whole house is lit by the street lighting that gets through the windows. I find a door in a strange position on the upper corner of its doorframe. I think it has happened again. I use telekinesis to rotate it in the right position. I go to do something in the living room, when I come back to the kitchen, I find the door is back in its strange position. Once again I'm going to use telekinesis when I realize it must be a dream. I'm exited to do it again. I rise my hand and command the door to move back to it's normal position. I got to do it with some difficulty. Now I turn and go to the living room, feeling exited. I want to do something else. The first thing that pop in my mind, flying! I'm not outside the cabin, but I think I can do something here inside, thinking it's all about confidence. I see the shadows of the room, and I jump face down on them to start the flight. I think I may fly inside the house. But in stead, I don't even crash to the floor, on the contrary it's like diving into the void. I'm fascinated with the experience, I turn surrounded by darkness to slightly fall on my bed. It's on the room of the cabin, I open my eyes completely amazed by the previous flight into darkness, and realize I haven't change my outerwear for something more comfortable, I have even my shoes on! I feel to tired to stand up, so I try to take my clothes out on the bed. It's getting complicated to do so. I give up, and start thinking in my previous experience. I have to take note of this before I forget about it while slowly I start to feel the transition.

* And I wake up for real in the same position on my bed noticing it was the end of my first sleep cycle of the night

I had terrible recall last night. When I woke up I didn't remember anything, but I remembered a small fragment after I thought about it for a while.


I was in my math class. There were 12 people total and we were on one side of the room while another class was on the other side. I sat down next to my friend and started doing some work.

In my previous dream I had just gotten shot in the head, I told the person to do it. I laid still afterwards and waited for the whooshing to start. I visualized myself in a parking lot and that is where I ended up.
I felt everything around me, stabilized and looked at the fine hairs on my arm. It was raining a little bit I think and was a little windy. I had a really weird feeling in my legs, kind of tingly. I tried to summon somebody but they looked really weird. Like half of the normal face then half the face of Arya Stark from GoT. So I tried somebody else to summon and they had their head on a horse. The horse chased after me and kept nudging me and woke me up.



I laid on my right side and waited for the noises, like the whooshing and tinnitus kind of things. Then I focus on them and make them louder, and then I visualized myself in to the dream and it worked. Was after around 8 hours of sleep and I had a dream right before it.
I feel like I can enter into this phase really easily now after some sleep, going to keep working on it.

Morning of August 17, 2014. Sunday.



I am in a seemingly unknown in-dream city that does not look like any region I have ever actually been in in my life, though it may have subtle aspects of Brisbane (Australia) and La Crosse (America). The mood is rather clear and the dream is quite long and seemingly purposeful in that tasks must be accomplished over time under my guidance and participation in a larger group. I am actually partly responsible for the survival of many people in the area. This is apparently because of the supposed apocalyptic events, including no more electricity and the infrastructure somehow vanishing or rendered no longer feasible (this being rather illogical from my perspective, as my family lived without electricity for some time when I was a young child, in the middle of a dense swamp).

There does not seem to be any evidence of natural disaster - or disease or even conflict; just some sort of total lack of business activity and government presence, including police, and all known personages of any level of any previous authority - though their absence is not addressed or questioned. I and about five or six others are the ones to seek and bring back supplies to where the people that are still around have gathered. Curiously, Josh Holloway (the actor from “Lost” and “Intelligence”) is one of the in-dream team. (This is probably because “Intelligence” is one of the only newer television shows I have watched in recent years.) We are getting together food supplies (from various abandoned grocery stores and such) to bring back in a large semitrailer, even though there is not much fuel left (probably just enough for one longer trip back to where we had journeyed from).

There is a longer period of time spent talking with Josh, who works under my command. He has an extraordinarily pessimistic attitude towards life in general and cannot seem to understand my positive focus on my survival skills and general ways of thinking. He does not even understand my happy outlook or the joy I have often experienced in life. Oddly, he even questions me on ideas about how to talk to people as if he had never communicated with anyone in his life before. This attitude may be partly based on our present and ongoing situation, but it seems as if that has always been his nature. We are packing cardboard boxes with mostly canned goods and boxed food items.

For some reason, at one point, we are moving a refrigerator full of food down from what seems like an upper walkway from a dam control room (again, unsure of the region or location). There does not seem to be much logic to this act, as the pulley gets jammed for a short time and I think it would make more sense to put the food in different containers than to move the entire clumsy heavy refrigerator, but it is one of our last tasks before we return to feed the people and sustain them for a time.

We are then ready to return to the group of people to have the food stored in their chosen locations. I am driving the semi for a time, but things start to change before I begin. I notice loud music being played from a house (in the direction behind us) that was presumed to be empty, just as we are leaving. This seems unusual in that there is not supposed to be any electricity (though it does not come to mind that it could be a battery-operated portable stereo - though it does seem a bit too loud for that possibility anyway). Mostly, other members of the team look back only briefly and we just ignore it and focus on the job of getting back to the others. We do not actually see anyone else around at first.

Eventually though, and surprisingly, there are suddenly police all around (even though police supposedly no longer existed), and a lot of other people just appearing in the streets “out of nowhere”, some of them politicians. It turns out that this was some kind of “experiment” or government project (similar to fake prostitute setups and other fake setups created by the authorities as if there was not enough real crime to act against) to see what people would do in a survival situation (or after the disappearance of government) - and apparently it was “wrong” for us to get food and other supplies from abandoned stores to help other people survive - a few people are being marched to a prison, apparently, just for taking discarded food items from the back of a store, from a dumpster. Instead of driving a semi at this point, I then seem to be on a large adult tricycle made of cheap plastic, but still determined to get the trailer of supplies back to the people, as many of them have not eaten for a time. A siren is going the whole time from here (this was actually caused by my youngest son playing a computer game in the kitchen - though the siren sound is somewhat different in-dream).

A police officer in some sort of odd-looking helmet and pastel fake-looking “riot gear” keeps telling me to pull over but I ignore him and much of what he is saying sounds like gibberish, so I very loudly keep saying that I do not understand him and just keep driving, or rather peddling. The other people are still with me (in the semitrailer) and it is my intent to get back to my group - because really, it still seems like a survival situation - in some ways, even more now. Even though he stands in front of the vehicle a few times, I just keep going and he eventually moves to safety each time, but continuing to shout gibberish, some of the phrases fairly long.

There is a very clear and focused awareness that this is really the end of society (or at least the present system of authority) because of what the government has done, so thus the public will eventually act upon this fiasco. I inform a few people during our trip back that, because of this trick that the government has played, there really will be an apocalypse now within a few days, where it will be much the same as when they were pretending with their “experiment”. Realistically though, I doubt this would ever happen no matter what is done to the public by any source.

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Dream - Lucid

There was a girl with glasses that a very deformed neck. It looked like a huge mass of melted skin was on the back of it. She had to have it on this thing with wheels, kind of like a walker, to get around it was so big. She had a tattoo on it. She was showing it to us.

I was in high school marching band again. I remember saying something to someone about it, telling them I couldn't wait until I didn't have to be in it anymore. We were on the asphalt practicing. The sun was setting.

~

I was living in a neighborhood instead of an apartment complex. Two people I know IWL, Meg and Alicia, were moving into these tiny, studio apartment-type houses. Alicia's husband was also moving in with her. The houses were right next door to one another. I saw them moving in, and the apartment was so small, when you opened the front door, you could see the bed right there. Alicia's sister and her husband, Andrew, were somehow involved in this as well.

I knew they both smoked weed, and I knew that now that they lived there, the second we hung out again, I'd be smoking again too. I wasn't worried about it though. I thought that I could control my habits now. In the back of my head, I knew that I wouldn't be able to in reality, but I didn't care. I just didn't want Dallas to find out. I was really excited about smoking and having such easy access to it.

I was then hanging about with Alicia. Her husband wasn't there. I don't remember where we were, but we were just chatting, when she asked if I wanted to smoke. Hell yeah! I really wanted to. She went and grabbed a bong from somewhere inside I think. She then was asking me about having sex while high. High sex is good, but I'd never done it with a girl. I thought about doing it with Dallas, but didn't know if I would be able to get away with it without him knowing I was high.

I think we smoked, but the only thing I remember about that is thinking that my eyes were red. I was hoping we wouldn't get caught smoking since the house was so small. I didn't want to get arrested or in trouble in any way.

Then, I was talking to someone else about weed. She pulled some weed out that was a light green with white on it. She said it was hydroponic. I smelled it. It smelled good, but not like super good weed. She then was talking about putting it on chapstick and rubbing it in your eye to get high. I then thought that if I did that, my eyes would be really red.

~

I was outside of some store at nighttime. I was writing to my first crush/first kiss, Nick. It was nighttime outside. I typed him a letter, and put three fingerprints on it. It told him to email me at a new email address, and also told him to listen to a particular song. I think my mom helped me type it. I read it over to make sure there were no mistakes. Instead of "Dear Nick," it said "Dear D____", with the spaces being something I can't remember, but it looked like the new email address that I gave to him. The fingerprints were below that, shaped like a pyramid, with two on the bottom and one on top.

After it was sent, I wondered whether or not he would even acknowledge my new email, or if he would just write back saying he had already heard the song. The point wasn't whether or not he'd heard the song, it was the lyrics that I wanted him to listen to.

I was then sitting outside of a public bathroom. It felt like I was at Disney. It was still nighttime. There was a little blonde girl of about 5 and her mom also sitting outside the bathroom on a bench attached to the wall. The blonde girl then started to talk to me. She said
"In my country (she said the name of the country but I can't remember), we can play in the bathroom."
She then was asking me if there were things in the bathroom she could play with while she went. At her feet, there were many children's books. I told her she could take a book in the bathroom to read, and she got excited. She went in and forgot the book. I went over to the stall, which was unusually short, and handed it to her over top of the door.

I'm experimenting again. I recorded the phrase "This is a dream" on my mobile then fed it into my music file set on a loop and on small headphones at low volume. I can talk watch TV with that constantly in the background.

Rather than just making it subliminal I mentally connect back to it regularly and recall where I was 5-10 mins ago with occasional RC's It also reminds me to be aware in all other things. When I'm not listening to that my constant background tinnitus serves the same purpose

So, overall I'm finding ADA reasonably easy to do (of course being retired helps as well)

17/8 5.00 pm
Woke after an apparently barren night and got up for an hour. Used the headphones and had a glass of red wine before going BTB OK it muddies the experimental waters (headphones AND wine?) but, frankly it gave me a buzz so who cares?

7.30 AM
Night time and me walking around outside what was (an approximation) of a former home There's a large area of green outside and it was full of strange apparatus and each one had apparently some sort of foghorns mounted on top of them? These were blaring but someone had apparently stolen the horns and substituted blue plastic bags (which seemed to work just the same)

I had a sudden urge to fly and I rose up, then felt ecstatic...and woke up

Totally ridiculous but so vivid. Despite the strangeness I never actually questioned it all but I take comfort in the vividness of the dream and the fact it seemed to be in real time rather than a faint recollection after I woke... and the fact that I'm pretty sure that I DECIDED to fly (again forgot to RC before opening my eyes)

OK the wine may have caused it but a glass of red wine in moderation is a health boon and adds melatonin and I shall certainly try that again...bring it on!

Lessons to be applied - RC before getting up - KEEP THE EXCITEMENT LEVEL DOWN...it tips me out of my dreams...and a little of what you fancy does you good....

tired all day, 100mg b6, 2mg melatonin, 1 scoop UYM muscle-builder, noticed no effects
B6 for better memory/recall, didn't notice any difference. Muscle-builder addiitonally for night-time energy since was quite hungry at bed-time. Woke up with a bit of a sort of stuffy head feeling.

00:00 Sunday 2014-08-17

(early morning recall, frustrating, almost nothing but fragments and I *know* there was a lot more there, nothing other than first impressions would come in at all despite diligent effort)

06:30

+(f) I've come up with a guaranteed way to make money, it's so simple I can't believe everybody doesn't do it, based on real estate

+(f) I'm at a table tasting two different Chardonnays, I can't tell the difference, I hear a wine-snob type says one of the wines isn't ready, the other one has "hints of Acacia."

+(f) I'm surfing on water apologizing for the complexity of something I've prepared

+(f) gathering the opinion of colleagues on some work I've done, I'm describing it a bit

+ in a garage full of toys I inspect a bicycle that's just come out of the washing machine and is dripping wet, I look at its small transparent seat, I'm sitting on a child's bike the handle bars are loose and not aligned with the front wheel, an Indian father is looking at a 1-foot tall robot toy and talking on a cell phone talking to his kid(s) saying "they're willing to trade, but there's no guarantees"

(late morning, got back to sleep, yay)

09:15

+ (near lucid) flying through a series of glass-windowed walls, a new wall appears before me every time I fly through the next one, I can't break the cycle with expectation, I think this is ridiculous I've never had this issue before when flying, I see a city scape in the distance with night-time city lights, the tinted walls of windows has controllable-polarizing where the level of darkness is controllable. I fly out the first time through the glass expecting to pass through easily but get a bit stuck. Second wall I encounter I choose a section that is open with a screen that is not connected on the right side, expecting to pass through easily but I hit the screen and need to push it aside slightly. Looking ahead I see each glass wall fading in to appear farther in front of me just before I fly through one more.

(This was noteworthy in that my dreams usually do not troll me so obviously, putting me into an unescapable loop like that, that may be the first time I recall it happening.)

+ In my home living room, I'm looking in to the top freezer section of our fridge, I see some ice cream bars there I try to pick one up but it's quite soft, I see several more and realize they're all soft, I look at the freezer box and notice it can't close properly there is a lot of ice/debris in the way so I try to clear out the door area and around the side so that it will close. I step back and look at it and realize part of the front door and side wall are entirely missing, that's why the ice cream is soft, I tell my wife the freezer is broken, (I think someone in particular [a woman] has done this).

I then see my son S2 at a cute young age and lie with my back on the floor and put him on top of my bent knees (on his stomach) and play motorcycle with him several times, raising my legs and flipping him head over heels onto my chest. I realize I didn't do the whole game properly and so repeat it. I want to experience this time with him at this age for a long time, I think it's really important to value this time with young children. When finished, I reach over to S1 lying near me on the floor (present age) and pull him to me by his hand but nothing then happens. I'm still lying on my back and an older unrelated girl (JG I think) wearing PJs lies on my legs which are still in motorcycle-game-position and wants to play too, I feel her heavier weight, feel her body a bit through the PJs on my leg, and think we should stop before someone sees.

I'm walking through some outdoor small area around tables looking for my young-age S2 again, I think about summoning him, it doesn't work, there are other small kids running around and a parent watching over them.

+ abstract/weird "dream-like" huge amusement area/slide, riding balloon falling on cartoon spikes. This slide/area is in the distance, then it's in front of me, I look down the white slide to see various rides/attractions on it including a water-spraying game in the distance.

+ I receive a memo / email at work, I read it but am a bit confused about its meaning. At first I think an "MP" (VP probably) wants to meet with me to commend me on my excellent work and offer me a continuation of my contract or maybe a permanent position. Then reading it again I think it says he's meeting with underperforming empoyees to diagnose the problem. I'm in a meeting room but it's filled with empty-headed marketing types, it's not my meeting. I'm walking around and am carrying two bottles filled with lucid dreaming supplement capsules, I take some capsules and a bunch of them spill on the carpet, I'm trying to pick them up but they keep spilling (DREAM SIGN!), I want to put them into a drawer so they're not seen, I don't want them to think I'm a drug addict, they won't understand about LD supplements. One of the bottles has written around the rim next to the cap "National Steroids", so I know they'll think I'm a druggie. (Something about coins?) I'm looking for the meeting I enter a room and see people in elegant black evening wear it's a celebration of the company's success, there's a beautiful marketing woman in black sleeveless evening dress, she lifts her arm and I see a glistening spot on her armipt and think this is a patch of deodorant.

I walk to the end of this narrow room turn the corner and head right back the same way I just came in the new room which is also narrow it has hair-dressers cooing over an infant, I think the meeting room is off to the left at the end of this room.

+(f) leaving a diner I get a splinter in my bare foot, I try scaping it off on something, I must have left my sandals in the diner.

Think two nights on the trot attempting WILD knackered me, a pretty sound sleep with one boring snippet;

Man in tracksuit comes into the shop - asks to hire a pair of brogues for himself. I ask what size and he says 3. I stare at his feet thinking that they don't look that small, and am about to head up the back to get a pair when he decides he might buy instead. I clearly mind having my hands on a pair of 3 and a halfs. Then I woke up...

08/14/14 Too strange. I was enjoining a semilucid sexy scene with an old girlfriend. At some point I went for a stroll and ran into the same ex girlfriend, but as a new DC. We fooled around and then I could see the house from the first dream was a back yard neighbor with this one. I felt embarrassed and was suddenly naked with just a towel. I though that I had cheated on one DC with another DC despite them both being DCs of the same exgirlfriend.
Well, that was odd and I decided to pull full lucidity in to the dream. I became aware and listened to see how much background noise I could hear. It was life like, which is uncommon. I reclined back on the air and floated. Now in high lucidity I found I was unable to remember my real life beyond what would have mattered in the time the dream had been set in. No recall of the last 20 years. Then the alarm woke me up