I forget how this situation arose, but I find myself being held captive in my own house by a group of people I can't remember. The thing is, no one is pointing a gun to my head or anything. I could leave, but for some reason I'm afraid to. There's some real psychological issues to unravel in this one. I become lucid when I meet a woman who I have seen in the past as a hypnotherapist - only she doesn't look or sound like her. It is night, and she tells me that we should just get up and leave. I know this is a slightly nightmarish dream by now, so I decide to go with her, just to see what would happen. Despite knowing this is a dream, I am still hesitant to leave. Like I'm not supposed to do this or something. We just walk out of the door without any opposition and get in her car. She drives us away and chats to me as she does so. The streets are empty. I'm really nervous for some reason. I look into the rear view mirror and I see the silhouette of a man in the road behind us in the distance. He seems to flit in and out of view. He looks like he is wearing some tribal headdress - like a bear-skin or something. The hypnotherapist notices that I'm staring into the mirror and has a look herself. 'Oh yeah,' she says, 'it looks like there is a man behind us.' This was the point where I woke up.
It's been a while since I've put up an entry and I think it's time to make the decision wether maintaining this DJ is archievable and still nescesarry or if I can do it in a less intense way. I found myself using up most of the time after school doing work or just relaxing and seem to have lost the motivation to write down my dreams in detail up here. I still note them in my tag-book which is sufficient at keeping my DR high (+-4 dreams a night) and I seem to have found my golden technique after more than 3 months of non-stop research, testing and tweaking. It seems my work here is done and if I keep practising I will probably archieve atleast several lucids per night with this technique. I will probably post all my LDs on this forum so I can do the TOTM stuff and all, I just don't know if I will do it the day itself or at the end of the week in a large overview entry. I plan on writing a tutorial of the technique on here in the future but for now a small description is: 1. Set alarm to wake you up after 6 hours of sleep. 2. Relax and use this sleepy state you're in to auto-suggest waking up after every dream for the remaining 2 hours of sleep. (That is if you have to wake up for work or school after a night of 8 hours.) 3. You will probably wake up atleast 6 times in the following 2 hours which gives plenty of room for trial and error. 4. Use every natural awakening to use a seperation technique of your liking (inducing vibrations, rotation or just any movement you can think of while your body remains still.), personally I think of a song I like and after some time I feel my body pulsating with the rythem of the music in my head. This also helps me stay awake in this drowsy state. 5. Once the pulses become very noticable I know I'm actually asleep but still in my real body. 6. At this point I think of rolling out of my bed not using any muscles, this should be extremely easy and you will probably know if you're rolling for real or if you're just rolling your dream body. (If you move your dream body you won't feel any resistance from your sheets laying on top of you. 7. Next step: brace for impact, believe it or not but the first time I did this I actually thought I fell out of my bed for real. I was in my room sitting on the ground next to my bed, it was dark and my head was hurting but a nose plug RC confirmed I was in a dream. I've had 2 chances of doing this technique and both were succesfull, my main problem now is usually falling asleep in time so I have atleast 5 hours of prior sleep. If I have trouble falling asleep and lay awake for 2 hours I cancel the attempt and make sure I get enough sleep for the next day. You should always prioritise your health above anything, even lucid dreaming! I'd like to thank everyone who has supported me (replying to the DJ, giving advice and just being friendly) in my lucid comeback, the last 3 months will remain a very important turning point for the rest of my life.
#363 - WILD - 7:47AM I wake fully now and use the toilet. I am feeling really pissed off that I didn't get a real lucid this time. I actually start feeling sorry for myself. It's after 7am and I know the alarm will go off at 8am. I decide to chill myself out and really focus hard on WILD. I enter vibrations. Oh God here we go again. Just like last time, I can't break past SP. My wife coughs and rolls over waking me some. I re-focus on body relaxation and slip back in fairly quickly. I struggle some more. I recall a semi lucid moment from earlier where I was going on about having too much negative energy lately and I need to meditate more. I may as well try that. I'm not getting anyplace like this. I clear my mind and I start to feel myself roll. Rather than try to stop it, I focus on the sensation as I meditate keeping my mind clear of all thought. I have some interesting HI but I gently push it away as thoughts. I watch a full scene form. I am walking outside and can hear my foot steps crunch on some gravel. Is this more HI or a full dream? I look around and see that I am in a bright summer day near a Half Round Barn. It looks like the one I pass by all the time just outside of town in waking life. I look at my hands and they seem solid but a little video-game-ish. I become super happy and relieved to have finally made it into a a solid lucid. I immediately start back on my goals for the night. As I walk around the barn, I use expectation to find Robin Williams. I notice how dry the ground is but there are high weeds along the side of the barn. Robin isn't there. I begin to call out for him as I walk. I notice how loud and full my voice sounds. I become excited again about being lucid but I push the emotions away. You don't want to wake yourself. On the other side of the barn, I come to familiar street near my workplace. Some cars pass and I think Robin may be in one. Then, I spot some men working on a house in the distance. I shout for Robin and one of them looks. He appears to be a little too large and has a red shirt on. I wave exaggeratedly and motion for him to come to me. He stops what he is doing and beings running toward me. As he gets closer he looks nothing like Robin. I decide to try to force it with belief and expectation. I look way for a moment and really concentrate on Robin Williams face. I see it in my mind (irony) and look back at the man. He looks a lot like John Pennett now (Wrong dead comic). Oh well. Just go with it. I say, "Hey you're Robin Williams!" The man doesn't say anything but his body language says he's confused and he disagrees. I give up on Robin and decide to move on. I respond, "So OK you're not Robin but you do have my fortune cookie." The man must be a mute, because he lets out a soundless, "Ah" and throws his head back in silent laughter. I see his red shirt is a "pocket tee" and the pocket is right at my eye-level. I spy a bulge in it the shape of what I am hoping for. I look up at his face and the man now looks a little like Wreck-it Ralph. Of course, this doesn't register with me at the time, because I really want that fortune cookie. The man reaches in his pocket with index and thumb and plucks out the cookie with his huge meaty hand. I greedily take the cookie. I notice there is no wrapper on it and at first I am a little turned off by that. Well, I'm not going to eat it and it's not like it matters here anyway. The cookie seems a little large as I crack it open. I pull the paper out and let the broken peices fall out of existence. I try to read it but everything is blurry at first. I focus hard. First I see some oddly spaced numbers. Then I notice the random characters above that. Then a word under the numbers. En.. Ensl... En... Encaved? I want to make sense of this word but instead I tuck it way to mull over later when I am wake. Then, for some reason I try to read out the numbers to the man, "Threeee? Two?" I can't seem to read what I am seeing. The man seems really impatient with me and I decide he's right; there's no time for this. I study the paper a second more while wordlessly committing as much as possible to memory. Basically, the paper reads something like this: ------------------------------------------------------------- %**& 2 3 4 3 5 6 3 5 4 2 E N C A V E D ------------------------------------------------------------- I turn to the man forgetting about the paper, "OK hold on... Hey, I am going to perform a Patronus now. You can stay an watch if you'd like." I turn to hold up a wand but everything has gone dark now. I try to hold on an focus but I feel my body in bed so I let it go.
#362 - DEILD - 4:14AM WBTB was tough! I tried staying up longer but only made it 5 or 10 minutes. I was super tired and didn't bother trying to WILD hoping to ride the galantamine out later in a DILD or DEILD. I wake from a non-lucid dream about putting up Christmas decorations in my old house. There are multiple people from parts of my life that don't mess. I feel confused and unsure what to do. I roll over throwing and arm up but it puts me in awkward position. I hit vibrations almost right away but I feel so uncomfortable at the same. I try to tough it out knowing that if I can get past this I wont even feel my physical body. I eventually have to break out of it and adjust myself. After a few minutes, vibrations start up again and I spend a lot of time trying to break into the dream. The paralysis is strong and I can't seem to transfer over to my dream body. All I can manage is some wiggling motions at first. Several minutes later I start making it out blind and can only feel along the wall and them get slammed back in my body. Much later I make it outside though I'm still a little unstable. I recall that I have been missing the feel of the air when I step out in my lucids so I check it. It feels really cold outside. Too cold for comfort. I shift my attention away from it and I notice it no more. I remember my goal is three part; find Robin Williams, ask for my fortune cookie, and make a patronus. I begin searching for Robin and I see a red SUV parked on the street. I punch the window and make a fist-sized hole but it really hurt and my hand didn't go through like I expected. I pause looking at my hand. "OUCH!" I shake away the pain and just open the car door. There's is a woman in a tan business suit at the wheel but she seems really drunk and disoriented. I shake her and she is barely able to look at before passing out. I cop a feel of her right breast before I walk away. I see other cars down the street with head lights on. One turns off and I get a direct hit from the lights blinding me. This disorients me and the dream crashes. I think I might DEILD but the thought of all that effort made me just roll over and give up for now.
(9/4/14) I'm standing in an old fashioned kitchen that looks like it was build in the 20s. In front of me on the counter are two knives lying side by side; one fat like a butcher knife, the other thin and small like a vegetable knife. I'm dressed in a pale, floral print dress as if I'm from the 20s too and all the colors in the room are washed out under the weak overhead light. Everything except the knives which glean bright and metallic from their spots on the counter. Slowly, I reach forward to pick up the butcher knife as though I'm not sure what I'm doing or why I'm here. And really, I'm not. But before I can grasp the cool metal in my palm a noise from my right distracts me. I spin quickly to face the sound and find Colin Ferguson (Eureka 2006) standing in my dining room on the far side of the table. Normally, I'm sure I would be absolutely stoked to have Colin Ferguson alone in my home, but the expression he's wearing says he's not here for coffee and sex. Rather, the look he's giving me says he has every intention to kill. He steps quickly, around the table, and directly toward me but I counter by scuttling sideways in an effort to keep the table between us, the knives now completely forgotten where they lay. He pauses, and his anger deepens as he realizes that I'm avoiding him. Then he tries, once more, to step around the table and I, once more, move to keep it between us. We continue this charade, back and forth, several times, and I know that this will never end. Frantically, I try to think of what I did to get Colin Ferguson so mad at me and I can't, for the life of me, think of what I could have done. Just yesterday my life was so boring, so normal, so... I freeze and on the other side of the table, Colin Ferguson does too. He doesn't understand what I'm doing and I think he's worried I've got some sort of plan. I don't have a plan, but it's just occurred to me that my life is never this exciting. My life is mundane, normal, and never in a million years would I be in a situation where a celebrity is trying to kill me. There's no other explanation--this must be a dream. As soon as the thought hits me, I'm lucid. I can hardly believe it! I take a deep breath and look around the room in wonder. It's taken me so long and, finally, here I am! I want to jump up and down for joy but from across the table Colin Ferguson has figured out that I've forgotten he's even there and that doesn't please him. With new gusto he makes to move around the table, his anger radiating from him like some sort of aura of death. In a panic, my dream looses some clarity and dims back to the muted colors it was before, but I'm still lucid and I remember something that Canis Lupis and Ophelia Blue mentioned in the podcast about what to do when your dream characters are trying to kill you. Concentrating as hard as I can, I tell myself the Colin Ferguson is only rushing around the table so that he can give me the best hug of my life because he's my best friend and I love him. It takes a moment, but I manage to turn my feelings of absolute terror into feelings of tentative love and I open my arms wide to him as he rounds the final corner of the table and powers straight into my embrace. The hug is weak, and Colin Ferguson's expression is still one of complete and utter hatred and death, but he's hugging me and I'm not dead! But then I think about how just a moment before, he was wearing that same expression and trying to ensure my certain demise and I wonder if this hug wasn't a bad idea after all. It's only a flicker, but in the millisecond that that thought occurs, the fear is back and I know Colin Ferguson felt it and I spoiled everything. He pulls away from our embrace at the same time I do, but I'm slightly faster and, with all the strength I can muster, I plant my palms on his chest and shove. He stumbles backwards giving me a few precious seconds, and I spin around to face the giant, pane glass window that's in the wall behind me. It's a nice window, probably my favorite one in the hole of my imaginary home, but I know I have no other choice as I sprint as fast as I can over the ten feet to that window, Colin Ferguson less than two steps behind me. I've never flown in my dreams before, but I hope I'm a natural because once I hit that glass, the ground is long way down. Pushing through the last few steps, I lift my forearm to protect my face and throw myself through the delicate panes... and wake up in bed.
DJ Log: September 7, 2014 – 9:45AM (USA Eastern) • NON-DREAM • NOTES • DREAM • LUCID • I am with my dad and brother, walking into an abandoned warehouse in which there are pallet racks loaded with boxes of what looks to be electrical materials. Some of the boxes are broken, spilling their contents onto the floor. One of the spilled boxes contained light switches which are now scattered across the floor. We walk to the end of the row and turn up an aisle, looking down the rows as we walk. In one row is an old forklift with a puddle of oil under it. At the end of the aisle, we stop at a dumpster and I can see several bags of colorful crimp-on electrical connectors that have been discarded. Liking the colors, and deciding that I must have these in my collection of junk, I lean into the dumpster and retrieve a box of bagged connectors and hand them to my brother to put in the car. I reach into the dumpster again and upright a spilled box and load it with several bags of colorful connectors, then hand it to my brother. Again, I lean in and start to load a spilled box when a couple of bees fly up from the right side of the dumpster, fighting each other. My dad is talking about the bees, stating that they do not sting, but they can bite really bad. I think nothing of it and continue to fill a box. One of the bees buzzes by my head and I swat it away. It bites my hand upon contact then flies off. I put another bag into the box, then the bee flies up and bites my back and I wake up.
Friday night - Fragment - two yellow boxes astride pram wheels rolling doon the road - Standing at the back of my house. My neighbour got out her car, her hair was very long and bushy. I was thinking it looked odd. I had a couple of boy ties to give her. She didn't know aboot it and seemed annoyed when I said her husband had ordered them. The package had some digits on it. She asked how much they were but I coudnt get the words out. sat night - Had a big pile of cheques written for my work. My friend appeared and I had one for him, but realised I had written the wrong total. - Just bought an old Sega Master System. It came with a lot of games. The boxes were very colourful and shiny and a long rectangular shape. I had Alex Kidd and Sonic the Hedgehog cartidges sans boxes and was a bit annoyed by this. - Some fragment regarding a man converting old gamebooks into computer games. rubbish stuff -
Dream - Lucid I was on a huge ship sailing on the ocean. It was nighttime. Something about a shower. The Powerpuff Girls were there. Bubbles broke off from the other girls for awhile because she believed a problem that was going on had no resolution, but towards the end of the dream, it got resolved. I was kind of disappointed that it got resolved for some reason. But what did I expect? The Powerpuff Girls TV show always had a resolution. ~ I felt myself falling back asleep after being awake for 4 hours. -_-' But anyway. I was lucid sitting up in my bed, but everything was so dim. I looked at my hands, trying to examine them and make the dream brighter and more stable, but it wasn't really working. I floated into the other room where my husband was sleeping (he got home at almost 5am IWL so he went to sleep in the other room so as not to wake me or keep me up). I started trying to talk to him. He started to get out of bed as I was doing so. "Dallas," I rasped. It was surprisingly difficult to talk right now. I kept on anyway. "I'm lucid reaming," I said, either I said that or something similar. I started to undo his pants, but I woke up. Similar scenarios kept happening over and over again. I'd feel myself going back to sleep, I'd enter a dream where I'd be in my bedroom, I'd sit up out of my body, but everything would be dim. I'd try to examine my hands to induce clarity, but it wouldn't work. I'd go try to have sex with my husband, but everything would always black out, and I'd start the whole damn cycle over again. Sometimes, I wouldn't even get as far as approaching my husband before I'd wake. I just kept thinking to myself every time before I'd black out that I must not be in a deep enough sleep. There was one where I was looking at my hands, and imagining that they were burned or dismembered. Some of my fingers would then look weird and grown together, but that's about it. ~ I was in my apartment in my kitchen, which had a brighter, more fluorescent lighting to it than IWL. A short black girl was living with me; she was my new roommate. We were talking about something else too, and I knew she'd be a great roommate. "We're going to get along just fine," I said, but she was on the phone. She acknowledged what I said, however, by looking at me and smiling while she was on the phone. She then started to tell me why she used a Keurig to make her coffee. I then saw an orange Keurig on the counter making a cup of coffee. I thought about how Dallas and I had gotten an off-brand one-cup coffee maker as a wedding gift, but we still hadn't opened it. I guess there was no use for it now. The Keurig then started to malfunction. Water was going everywhere out of the top of it. I was trying to hold the water back. I then noticed how clear and vivid all of this was, and more water started to come out. I realized I was dreaming, but woke soon after. ~ I had just gotten to work. It was my last week there. Kaitlin was going home for the day; it was two o'clock, and I was coming in to relieve her. I then was by myself, and was trying to think of why I quit, and how I wouldn't be rehiriable. I started to regret my decision. I couldn't go back to Kohl's, and now I couldn't go back here. What had I done? I actually really like this job. Where would I go now? I had no back-up plan. I then had a customer who wanted a deli sandwich. I went to the sandwich bar and got some bread. The deli was on the opposite side of the bakery than it usually is. I also had never made a deli sandwich before, but the person working at the deli was already helping another customer. The customer, a female, was telling me what she wanted on the sandwich. I was having a hard time remembering what she was saying. I was also waiting for the sandwich bar to clear up so I'd have room; there were a couple of deli employees there already making sandwiches for customers. I put her sandwich on the end of the bar. I then saw Judy, a lady I used to work with at Kohl's, run up to the sandwich bar to help the deli really quick. I don't recall what else happened with that customer. I then had another customer, a younger man, probably in his 30's or so. He ordered some "garlic cheesy bread". I had never done this before, so I tried to repeat his order back to him so I knew I was going to give him the right thing. I had thought he said he wanted a lot of garlic, and I picked up a shaker of garlic salt. I asked him if he wanted lots of garlic, and he said no. So I put a moderate amount on there, and asked if that was ok. He said "It's fine," but he didn't seem happy that I had put any garlic on there at all. I don't remember anything else about this encounter. A lady then came to the counter and asked if Kaitlin was working. I said no, she left at 2. I then was cleaning up a mess on the floor. It looked like some small sprinkles of flour had gotten on the floor. There was water all over the floor for me to squeegee up, but there were a couple of long rugs on the ground as well. I kept trying to not get the rugs wet, but I'd always accidentally dip the squeegee into a puddle and it would soak the rug. I was trying to squeegee all the spots of flour up, but I was having a hard time with the rugs and all. I then noticed that water was now pouring all over the floor. I looked over and saw that the clear hose that drained water from something that ran the mixer into the drain was dislodged from the drain and getting water all over the floor. Ugh. I went over and lodged the hose back into the drain. I let it go, and saw it move a little, and thought it may come back out. I tried to adjust it a bit more. I then left it alone. Water and bread dough then sputtered out of something in the mixer as the hose started to function normally again. I then started to feel how full my belly was. I had eaten a big breakfast. I burped and puked a little bit in my mouth. Instead of swallowing it though, it came out of my mouth as little red, chunky-looking salsa bits. They landed on the ground, only about three or four of them though. I had eaten some kind of Spanish omlette with salsa for breakfast. I kept going on as if nothing happened; I didn't think any customers saw me, even though there were a lot by the sandwich bar. I then saw someone walk away from the bar who hadn't been helped yet. I guess maybe they had seen the vomit. ~ Just a side note...IWL I have not quit my bakery job. I haven't even considered it. This is the second dream I've had about it, however, the other one being a couple of nights ago.
Ok so I tried sleeping 8 hours without WBTB messing me up, and also a colder room and it had positive results. My dream recall did improve a bit. I had a few other dream fragments which I forgot but I did remember some others. 1st dream: I was just looking at some website on a computer, browsing down a webpage. It looked like a silver laptop from the outline and the web page was just links with a pretty simple set up. 2nd dream: There was some sort of party going on and my friend Todd (clothed) was dancing with a kind of curvy nude woman on a dance floor in a crowd of other people. His parents were watching from around 20 feet away and I was thinking "how embarrassing". So I somehow photoshopped a muscular clothed man on top of the woman and that was somehow less embarrassing. This next fragment I feel was from the same dream. There were two people on what seemed like hospital beds but with sheets on them? So they were comfy hospital beds. There appeared to be a nude boy and girl. They boy asked the girl something sexually which she replied positively, I forget what they actually said. So then the guy gets on top of her, and I can see hes wearing a man thong lmao. The girl starts screaming and it turns out hes just reaching for his cell phone. At this point the girl realizes she was screaming and she didn't really want to reject him I guess so she starts saying nooooo. Then the guy reaches over again and hes on top of the girl and she starts screaming again and he just turns off the light then gets back in his bed and go to sleep. The girl starts saying nooo again and from the point of view I'm looking I can only see one boob from a weird angle.... heh yea then I woke up.
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I hardly recall anything. I was with... er whatever the heck this thing was. I thought it better to draw it rather than try and explain it. It was a strange creature. It's body looked as hard as stone, but it was still able to move and flex in a bubbly, cartoonish way. It was leading me through what felt like a city, though some of the buildings were floating, and the sky was black. The place was very blurry and everything looked to be a bluish-grey color. The creature spoke, though it had no mouth. It had a disc where it's head should have been with three 'eyes'. The disc was always rotating slowly clockwise. And the five colored circles going up its body seemed to glow. On a final note, the creature was not very large. Perhaps three or four feet tall. I woke up not remembering much. My lucidity was not very clear. I was on a date with some girl. She asked me to order her five foot-long hotdogs with mustard from a nearby hotdog stand.
9/7/14 Last night bed 8pm - 4:40am Going home with mom on a bus. We are going to catch a train later, that leaves at 30 min of the hour. It's already 20 min till. I say to her we need to get a cab to make it on time. Then I realize we have not only 20 min, but 1 hr and 20 min. We get off the bus. Walking to the cab, but stop to make hamburgers on some hotplate. Not a good feeling from this dream.
Last night the wife went off to babysit our grand-daughter so the night was mine. Whether to really go for LD or maybe get a woman in? I chose the marginally less difficult option and retired slightly earlier, read some LD stuff and went to sleep at midnight as per usual. 1.20 Somewhere in the Middle East and there was a palpable air of impending unrest...it seemed to be labour organizations v Government. A local well respected and moderate man had disappeared. "Why him?" someone said. OK short, sad but early...a good sign...one fish in the net...then it slowly fell apart. I decided to set my alarm for 5.30 am in time to WBTB and catch the REM happy hours. It took me at least 2½ hours to get to sleep...I lay there and heard the woman next door idle her engine for at least 5 mins before setting off for her boot fair. Her daughter's friend rolled up then waited as the daughter thundered back down the alleyway to get something she'd forgotten...amazing how one slightly-built girl can sound like a rampaging water-buffalo. Bang! door shut...Voom! off they went. Then the wife got home and I decided to WBTB again. 9.15 Walking in a large town for quite a while (although I don't remember much about it) I passed one guy who I thought was laughing at my age and I boldly challenged him. He said he was merely sweating because he'd just come from the gym??? Then he started DC speak about some girl and I reversed direction. When I felt I'd gone far enough I ran really hard (DS = impossible to run hard) back to the town centre. On the way I passed a really amazing landscaped hill, with beautiful plants, statues and waterfalls. I couldn't resist climbing the hill then somehow decided it was somebody's front garden and I stopped climbing. By standing on tiptoe I could just see a large mansion at the top of the hill So...it occurs to me that if I had pushed the lorry over the cliff edge on my dream of 4/9 I would have seen a really amazing vista and if I had climbed the hill last night....why so inhibited? 11.00 I'm a space (trooper?) with an automatic rifle and I'm pursuing aliens (who looked a lot like the Mangalores, from the film "The Fifth Element") on a planet that looked suspiciously like 20th century suburban London. They moved unfairly quickly and I never managed to hit one...I also threw grenades but never actually saw explosions. Then they disappeared and I spent what seemed like ages looking for them (the mega mega mega dream sign) Then I'm closely followed by a young male (noooo...not again!) But he merely wanted to know what I was doing. I went all show-offy and I explained that the aliens were "Karjons" (good name...wonder if it's been used before?) and I was hunting them. Then he launched into DC babble and I woke up. I wish I could condition myself to RC before I get up as well as I seem to be primed to wake at the sound of DC chatter. All that was left to do was explain to my incredulous wife that I hadn't slept for 11 hours "if you take off the time I was up + the time I was sleepless I doubt if I slept for more than 8 hours" (well...I'm convinced)
07.09.2014Expecto Patronum at Downtown (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I had a False Awakening and noticed that my wife was waking up. It was morning, but it was still dark outside. My wife went to the living room, and she appeared to be complaining because none of the lights worked. I asked her what was going on and she said that the lights wont turn on. I figured it was the classic light fail from dreams and double checked with a failed reality check. I jumped out of bed and I planned to go outside and fly away to make the dream stable. As I was about to leave my house I recalled the Basic ToTM to put some shoes on. So I just grabbed a pair of shoes from the entrance and put them on. Easy. I recalled that if they had laces and I tied them both, it was bonus, but my shoes had no laces, as they were the same shoes I am using in waking: As I looked up, I visualized some laces spawning and be able to tie them, but the shoes did not change, and I did not feel wasting my time staring at my shoes, so I just flew away. As I was flying, I tried to recall the advanced Tasks but I was not luckt at it. I demanded a few things to make the dream stable, such as, "Clarity now!" When the dream was clear enough, I tried, "Remember Advanced ToTM" but I had no lucky. I recalled the Robin Williams one, but I do not care at all for Celebrities and I did not feel like it. So I kept flying to downtown and landed in a busy street. Still trying to remember the advanced task of the month, I recalled Dreamer's Dare so I planned to teleport myself to the blue world. As I was focusing on this, I heard some background voice saying, "Percy is a psychic, so he ain't no muggle!" As I heard that, I instantly recalled that I needed to cast the Expecto Patronum spell. I was going to cast it but I believed I needed a wand or I would fail the task. I tried to look for a wand and to spawn one myself with little luck, but then, I found a branch laying on the ground and I grabbed it and I would pretend it was a wand. As I held it for a few moments, the branch turned into a black wand: So, as lifted the wand and chanted, "Expecto Patronum!" Lucky me, a white mist started to form and what appeared to be the face of an Elephant started to spawn. It floated around me for a while until it vanished. Not a very exciting thing, but oh well, task is done. No one around me seemed to noticed this spell. As I centered myself into working on Dreamer's Dare, I woke up.
07.09.2014September, 7th 2014 Fragments (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID - I found one of my cats outside my house, about to cross the street. - A dream with my wife. - Something related to Voldermort's Snake (from Dream Incubation for this months ToTM) - Something related to driving.
22:47 4mg melatonin 23:30? bedtime 00:00 Saturday 2014-09-07 03:45 alarm, 2x 4mg Galantamind, 2x 300mg Alpha-GPC, 2 rye crackers, glass of milk I have the feeling I had been dreaming. Then I recall the dreams -- interesting, 4mg melatonin is the most I've ever taken, and I had recall after only about 4 hours. + lying down outdoors on the ground/street which is a giant curving smooth piece of ice, either Winnie-the-pooh or Christopher Robin cannot deal with this road of ice, someone was hurt. It's very smooth, slippery, and hard, slightly curved, long and wide. + I'm sitting down to work in a large open room, there is a security bunker up above the room and to the right of me set into the wall at about 10 feet above the ground with several large windows/openings, it is plain concrete walls, I think "wow they have absolutely no decorations in there, I wonder how they like it,", I'm looking up at the 3 guys in the bunker, one of them, in the right-most window, looks back at me for a few seconds before looking away, they've decided I'm OK. They're talking amongst themselves. later these guys are talking about an employee who left to another company, and one who will probably not leave, pizza delivery -- "short stack" boxes which you get to eat all on your own I'm up on a roof, the security guys were talking about how "Leonid" was going to take a job in another country, but that "the French guys didn't get anybody." This may have been in a foreign language. Some pizza was delivered in "short boxes," which are not as tall as normal pizza boxes. If you get a short box you are allowed to eat the entire pizza yourself, one guy took one and I got one. + Walking buy a 2-story strip-mall, I see an attractive blonde woman well-dressed she's giving some pitch to nobody in particular, I think I've seen her before, I ask my wife "hey didn't we meet her in the airport in Europe somewhere?" Wife disagreed but I'm pretty sure I'm right, she's on the phone giving someone a sales pitch, her name is Lei or Leica and her name is outisde her office on a sign at the stripmall. +(f) I'm in a room, the maids are outside, I don't want them to see me. (mid-morning) reading for a while, trying to sleep. Try SSILD for a while and get distracting very bright fireworks-like HI: big bright blobs of colors and purple sparkly dots + diving down into deep murky water to save the drowning girl, there's little hope, I think I grasp her hand at last and try to bring her up 08:43 + self-pleasing impossible activity, I actually manage to do it a little bit. I'm thinking about naked pictures of a particular pose, it transforms to be gross. I'm sleeping but I hear people approaching, I wonder if I should check my laptop to see if the NSFW content is showing, I look at it and wow it's good that I did because there's a full-screen NSFW picture there, I clear it and try to lock the screen, but can't find the ALT key to hit ALT-L, someone's getting closer and closer and I finally hit it. + In my parent's living room, my wife is walking around by the window, and I think "maybe I should check to see if this is a dream, because I may not have been here before this" but I don't check.(ARGH! ). I'm sitting at a table full of gadgets, the piano is to my right, my mother hands me something and says "will you put this back, please?" and I answer "what is this from? I have no idea what this is." A man is near me to the left by the buffet doing something with a VCR which is down on the floor, I see some of the lights/words on the display panel, it turns out he's sending email from the VCR, I say "I had no idea you could send email from a VCR!" There's a second VCR on the buffet. I wonder if I shouldn't just let him use our normal internet device, that would be easier for him. I know he's the 2nd clarinet player, and I wonder what he's doing here, is he here for a carpool? I come around to the other side of the table in the center of the room looking back over this table and see that the guitar had been laid down on its back on top of a pile of things, I think someone has moved it out of the way to sit at the table. Then I realize that the thing my mom gave to me was the battery compartment cover located on the back of a charging device. I was happy to find what this thing was for. I pick up the main device and turn it around to look at its front. There were 3 old-style rotary telephones (I see the dials and the handsets) attached to this device, with modular plugs plugging into the housing of this device. I think this is a really convenient device, you can plug in all your phones to it. There is a phone list attached to the front of the device, the top part had handwritten notes, I recognized it as my mother's handwriting. One of the entries was for "the double-GUID" and I knew this was a computer tech support phone number, I fondly think about how my parent's always write down technical things in complete detail on sheets of paper. In the typed area I recognize the word "sexist." I have to charge this device so I cross the room and sit on the right-side of the couch by the TV, I think my dad is to my right, I think I could plug in batteries to this thing, and I look around me and see a dozen or more rechargable AA batteries strewn around the place, it's messy, sitting on the table in front of me, on the couch, and some plugged in to a charging unit with 1-2 batteries in it and about 8 empty slots. I think I'll have to plug this device into a wall, batteries will not have enough power to charge the device. --------------------- Then my wife shakes me awake to tell me where she's leaving the key
Updated 09-07-2014 at 09:36 AM by 65364
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