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00:07 bedtime

Lots of dreams during the night -- just interested in catching up on sleep, and it got really cold (-12C) during the night, so with the exception of the below dream which I particularly spent effort on recalling they all evaporated . But this was a pretty awesome dream with fun flying so it's OK.

08:40

+ (mini-epic) flying speed control lessons with superman (fists [medium], flat hands [top speed], arms down [slow]) then lots of practice

I'm (DO?) following cars down a highway, they're testing steering control during heavy ABS usage, how well the cars and veer left and right under full ABS heavy breaking, and how fast they can stop. I feel like I've forgotten something at home so I tell the others I'm going to fly home to get it.

I turn to the right and take off into the air. I decide to try flying this time with my arms at my sides, it works fine. I'm heading up in to the (B?) hills and there are a fairly large group of people at the top of the hill, I do no want to give away my presence/flying ability to them so I bank to the left, there are still some people there but fewer.

I'm on the (back steps of my childhood home by the top near the garage?) I'm standing with two (?) people, one is a girl, I'm talking about a (different?) girl and I'm feeling a bit leery about giving away my identify (as superman?). As we're talking I'm doing something with (putting a shoe in and out?) a (tree stump? / hole?)

I go up to the street and start flying, superman is with me and I ask him about speed control. He shows me that you can modify your speed setting by the gesture you make with your hands. I wonder about punching the arm forwards but he doesn't mention that.

Closed fists mean medium sped, open flat hands mean full high speed, and (arms at the side?) means low speed. I try both fists and open hands and do experience a speed difference.

We're flying very low over the roofs of the neighbor's houses (G and M's house probably) in face my waist bag/belt buckle is scraping along the roof of one house, and we (land/appear) on the lawn. There's some contractor there complaining that we busted the <something>. I know our guy can build a better <something> and I see him working on it. It ends up being a small square (about 1 foot square) piece of wood with smaller pieces of wood that have been attached perpendicularly to the plane of the square piece and sawed off and sanded down.

As we're walking away from this area we pass a table with a lot of muffins on them. My attention is grabbed by a quite large "strawberry muffin" that has different cake colors on it but most importantly a section with pink cake with red chunks like a red velvet muffin and I reach for this and so does some body else, and I yell "Get the FUCK off my strawberry muffin!"

We do some more flying and and up in an open outdoor area. I've lost track of superman and say "OK, where's flyboy?"

I look over a railing down a hill and think about flying down there.

Lots of flying moments with fists and open flat hands working on speed control.

Went to bed at about 23:15, stayed conscious for quite some time looking at HI and then drifted. At 05:00, WBTB for 15 min and again, stayed conscious by observing the random HI. I didn't sleep well and at some point around 06:30 I was again awake and observing HI. I noticed that images were steady and quite clear - one particular image (a glass) was crystal clear and steady as I looked at it for a few seconds. Still I felt quite clearly my body in bed. At that point, I imagined lifting-flying, and I felt a strong pushing sensation and I was thrown out of bed in my dream body - standing but without sight. I am amazed - I finally did it again- and I opened my eyes with my hands - knowing that I am in fact in bed - so these must be my dream eyes. It felt as if I opened my real eyes and I am now in a room. My eyes still have some black texture but I imagine it go and it dissolves!
My wife is there and tries to get me back to sleep but I kiss her and go to another room. I try to lock the door but the key is at the wall side and it is useless.

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It's an old aristocratic house and I go out to the balcony - opening the door normally without any problem. Now I am at the balcony with seats and a table - like a Cafè - and the dream is very stable and clear. I am so happy! My wife comes out and tries to convince me that if I fly I will fall! I try to levitate at the balcony without much success. Nevertheless I wait patiently - according to my plan - for levitation to happen. Now there is a green grass field just below the balcony (a few seconds before there was a street) and it's day and nice, sunny weather.

(Without the buildings in the back)

I jump down at the grass, run and jump high and try to fly. My jump is quite big but I fall back to the grass - on my back. I then feel being pulled and I am pulled backwards - my feet touching the grass. The idea strikes me that a square parachute is pulling me, so I grab the imaginary controls and I take of - always backwards - with ease! Nothing appeared in my hands, nevertheless the control was real and very accurate! I easily floated up - backwards - and flew with perfectly clear view of the ground, maneuvering easily my flight - backwards. I was over an old town with lots of grass and a castle.
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I flew towards the castle and at some point I pulled hard on one of the controls and turned around - flying straight now! I now enjoy my flight very much, because using the parachute controls, I have near-perfect control over my flight! I fly low between the houses over the street, gain altitude again and enjoy flying over the rooftops with perfect clarity, making dives and gaining height again! It's SO cool and nice! Best flight of my lucid life!

At some point, I reach the end of a cliff and I let myself free-fall there to see what will happen. I fall and just land normally at the bottom, between some old traditional homes. I walk down the road when I remember the fireworks ToTM. I imagine that after the road corner, there will be fireworks ready to be ignited. I imagine them vividly over a red car that is half-hidden at the corner and walk there to find some strange looking fireworks over the car hood. They looked rather like paper christmas trees, yellow in color - I have to say that they were just as I imagined them - my initial imagination was incorrect.

(Sort of... Actually all-paper and no texture)
Immediately they ignite and burn down without going in the air... I imagine some more in a box that I am holding and take out 2-3 more. I get some matches (they are broken) and I manage to lit them, but again they burn down without lifting in the air... At that point the dream becomes unstable, I am surrounded by some kids and the fireworks burn down attached to a wall - and not the red car. Then, I wake up feeling very very happy - I had a great flight!

P.s. The next day I went down with high fever and was barely able to move - until now, so I transfer this with 3 days delay!

Just two short fragments. I will not be able to post any dream for the next couple days as I am going on a short holiday, let's hope I have a lucid while I am over there. That would be cool .

Non-Lucid
Questioning
Lucid

Fragment One:
I am in a war, defending a castle. There are multiple waves of soldiers coming from trenches wearing gear that looked like it had to be from WW1. I was carrying a sniper and started shooting soldiers that were advancing to the final trench. I downed four of them and saw a cow that looked out of place (don't know why I didn't become lucid because of this.) It looked like it was out of a cartoon and I shot it four times before it fell. My view then completely changed and I was a soldier in the trenches running towards the cow's owner. He seemed very distressed and I told him we should cook and eat the cow to honour it's memory. I touched the cows corpse and some cooked steaks from minecraft appeared. We both began to eat the steaks before the dream faded.

Fragment Two:
I was at a university of some kind and carrying a project I hoped to impress some judges with. I'm not totally sure what I was but I somehow dropped it and began to chase after it as it bounced away. The scene changed and I was at a port where my project was about to fall into the ocean. Another student that was much faster than me began to chase it as well. He passed me and as the project dropped off into the water. The other student jumped off onto the ocean and began running on the water. I dived into the water and wondered mid-air how on earth this guy was not sinking. I hit the water but seemed to be ultra bouyant and bobbed right up again. The other person ran towards me and dragged me out of the water before I woke up.

- Have my second Lucid.
- Have a conversation with a DC.
- Fly.
- Find my Dream Guide.

I had a F.A. where I woke up next to Dreamer, I did an epiglottis check to see if I was actually still dreaming and some air got through. I remembered that Dreamer had told me before that if the RC even partially works then it's probably a dream. I made my body roll out of bed with telekinesis just to be sure. I rolled straight through a glass wall, into a factory world. There were giant, white machines everywhere with tubes stretching out in all directions. I flew around while saying excitedly, "I am lucid! I am powerful!" and then I changed it to, "I am lucid, I am calm, I am stable", so that I didn't have to worry about the dream ending. I then thought about what tasks I wanted to do. I remembered the crystal ball task and tried to manifest one in my hands, didn't work. I then saw one laying on the ground so I picked it up and asked what was going to happen in 2015. I saw purple smoke begin to swirl around inside the ball. Unsatisfied, I asked again. Purple smoke began to swirl around again but this time it turned into purple electricity. Arcs of purple light streaked across the interior of the ball. Yellow words began to slowly appear in fancy cursive writing. The words said, "Love over one self" Then a page appeared in the ball afterwards that said, "Wiktionary, By: Hopedoc", followed by the copyright symbol.

I was pretty satisfied with that so I began to fly around and explore some more while I tried to think of another task to do. I remembered the Freddy's at night one but woke up before I could.

Morning of January 20, 2015. Tuesday.



As my dream begins, I seem to be sitting on a bed (aligned along the west wall) in my father’s music room in Cubitis as it was around 1975. I have four cassette tapes. Two of them are in cases with seemingly commercial labeling and two seem created by an amateur outfit with store-bought blanks. Apparently, I am involved in my own dub recordings using these four cassette tapes as some sort of background audio.

Two of the cassette tapes have something to do with Captain Kirk (of “Star Trek”) though I am not certain if it is music, talking (such as interviews with the cast), the reading of a “Star Trek” novel, or sound effects from the show, or perhaps a random bit of everything. These two tapes have a cover with the same picture of a very young William Shatner as Kirk (sitting at a table with his hands clasped), with different label coloring on each as if part of a set or series. The other two tapes, or at least one of them, is an amateur fan fiction tape which also contains other things such as unusual sections of music and possibly a couple interviews or even unrelated random talking from a radio (or even just the static at times). I am not sure if the tapes are ninety minutes or an hour each, or perhaps much shorter, though I do eventually maintain the overall impression that they each are at least an hour long or half-hour per side.

Unlike many dreams of this nature, the tapes are not eaten by the cassette player and no other mechanical problems ensue. What I hear is actually not very unusual. It seems I do listen to the entire side of one cassette, at least, by which the last section is a shorter pad-like sound with dull and lower frequency dynamics. I hear it very clearly in-dream. Prior to this was two males talking in some sort of (possibly political) interview and there was also a speech by a male “Star Trek” fan and his work in an amateur “Star Trek” movie where he plays Captain Kirk. However, much of it seems like non-rhythmic electronic music and other sounds, including sound effects from the original “Star Trek” series. I am thinking on how I have yet to “filter” and compress the entire length of audio of that side of the tape and then add my own music over the top of it - by which it will then all sound completely different. I get the impression the first step will give the tapes a much better “silky” dynamic (with no tape noise or hiss whatsoever), but I am not thinking about low quality MP3s - which often have an overly silky sound as well as an irritating chorus-like funnel effect on high-hats and higher frequencies in general. It seems my “album” will only be on cassette tapes and oddly, I have no clearer memory of my work in digital audio at all.

Part of this is likely based on real-life memories of my father having bought “blank” cassette tapes at flea markets which had a variety of people already having recorded various random things on them, including cussing soliloquies and various incomplete radio “experiments”, with someone continuously changing the stations as they were recording.

Dream, Non-Dream

This one really interested me. You see, I have a significant abdominal scar that I've had all my life, due to surgery when I was an infant. While I hardly notice it anymore, a small part of me has always wondered what it's like to be...unmarred.

I don't remember the beginning. The dream picks up in the middle, I'm standing in a small room. It's little more than a closet and they have brought me to Consider. I have applied to undergo a surgery that will result in a kind of decorative scarring. They show me the results, and the process. There's a woman who is famously beautiful because of her scars, she looks like Scarlett Johannson (Of course. Scar. haha subconscious, very funny.) as Black Widow. Short red hair. Tattoos on either shoulder.
She is hanging on the wall, this is supposed to be a kind of deterrent, and I understand why. I regard her, curiously. All of her scars are bloody wounds, all ripped open. There was a whirl of ragged flesh around her left eye, and intricate patterns down her neck, chest and arms. She looks miserable.
I feel inferior when I stare at her, a lesser being because I am unmarred. I think about how beautiful I'll be with scars.
I wonder if I could endure the pain it takes to create them. There is another woman nearby, also Considering. None of us think she'd be strong enough to survive, and seeing Widow's fresh wounds makes her turn tail and run. Seems she didn't have the stomach for it.
Later I see Widow healed, she is telling me to reconsider the undergoing the procedure, that beauty isn't worth the cost. I want to ask her if they restitched the wounds so that the scar lines would be more fine but I don't because I feel it would be rude.

This dream happened some time between 2003 and 2013 though I think it was closer to 2008 or 2009.

In waking life, I often went to a junky building (honestly it was in dilapidated shape in the last few years before it closed) which was a store; this transferred to the dream. In one of the dreams I somehow destroyed this store and the owner thanked me. (You're welcome.)

01/18/15 I had been having a DILD that involved me and my D.G. wondering through Indiana Jones type settings complete with crocodiles, wooden bridges and traps. We got out of that building and I found myself in a hotel room I knew somehow that this room was set up for people to view and rate TV shows. My wife was lounging on the bed fully clothed, and other people were in the room. Actor Micheal Fox was in the room and started talking about getting into their traditional TV watching position, and begins to manipulate my wife's body so that he can cuddle her spoon like from behind.

I suddenly get very angry, and tell him that I will punch him if he keeps doing that, and that i my wife lets him, I might feel like slapping her, if I was willing to do such a thing. I feel a lot of real emotional anger and it seems like pent up emotion from a past real life event. I decide that the whole scene is stupid and disrupt the entire dream.

Everything vibrates and the scene is gone. I can now partly feel my body and the scene is grey. However, a great deal of anger still is there. I decide that the healthiest thing I can do is get out the anger in the form of a dream, as it must be something repressed from life. I get out of bed (dream body) and start smashing holes in the walls. I smash a hole out side of the house. I remember the fire work tube from an earlier WILD and summon it into my hand. It starts shooting of sparks like a 4th of July fountain. I put my anger into it and it is now almost a flame thrower of silver and gold sparks and flame. I start burning everything around me. It does not take long to exhaust my anger and I eventually wake up.

1.19.15

Last night bed round 11pm - 7:40am, then 11am.

DR from day before:

I'm in someones house. Looking at the map, trying to find a way out of there. It's a new place, never been there before, and I don't know how to get back home from there. We are turning the map all kinds of ways, but it still doesn't show what we need.

So I go out on the balcony, which now looks like my mom's place. I'm talking to someone below. I'm naming streets like Moldon or Moulten, and Beltway. Now I know at least first few streets and I should be ok.

I'm going down to the garage and my car is blocked by things. Some people there make some stupid remarks. I first let it go, but then I reply to them and I immediately regret it. I should have let it go.

(I was looking at google maps that day and before, and those are real street names, or very close to them)

DR Last night:

I'm in a huge apartment building, that looks like that superstructure in latest Dredd movie. Lots of corridors, doors, people. But friendly athmosphere. I have a feeling we are all new there, just came there from some other place.

There is a rumor that president Obama is coming to visit us and welcome us. His people are already there. Some lady is showing us how to set our phones so we can take pictures. She wants to do it on my phone, but I tell her I can do it.

I see a room with tables in long lines, white tablecloth, plates and glasses, flower centerpieces. I had no idea they had prepared it.

Now we see 3 black cars coming by ar hight rate of speed. It's him. The car door opens and I'm hoping it will take him a second to get out, while his security guys check it out outside, so I have time to pull out my camera.

Now he is walking, I can see him clearly. He looks very focused, in black suit.

He is suppose to talk to all of us individually. It's my turn. So I go and sit at a table opposite to him. He looks so real. His face, body, voice, manners. He is asking me some questions and I'm answering. I'm not nervous, I know it's a good thing to talk to him. Then he takes off his jacket and he is rolling up his sleeves on a white dress shirt. I know my "interview" is over and I say thank you for the conversation. He is ready to talk to the public. Some video is shown, and he takes that time to talk to some other people, which now is my mom's turn. I know she is asking him to help me. I'm like whoa, not embarrasing at all.

(Obama dream, because I saw his twitter on Ophelia's twitter account)

01/18/15 I was trying to WILD and succeeded in getting out of bed and walking down my hall, then was back in my body. I got that far a second time. I realized I could hear the ferrets (5 pets) in the bedroom next door playing, so the noise was likely pulling me back. I decided to incorporate the ferrets into the WILD so my brain would think the noises were inside the dream. This time I got up (dream body) and walked down the hall intending on seeing what the ferrets were up too.

I got down the hall to their door and opened it. There is a baby gate across the door way. Suddenly the dream became fairly vivid, and I see dozens of ferrets running out of my room and up the hall towards me. They are stampeding over the baby gate to get into the ferret room. I step over the gate and see that now cats are coming. I find this all delightful and start laughing. The ferrets were running from the cats, I think, so I toss the cats out into the hall. Then a mid sized boxer dog is coming. I am having fun and take the cute dog and toss him out the window onto the lawn. A voice asks, "that is not nice, what if you hurt him?" I just chuckle knowing this is a dream.

I now leave the ferrets behind and try to think of TOTM. The only one I had planned on doing was fireworks, and I remember it. I go outside and my wife is now with me. I tell her I am going to shoot off fireworks. The neighbor boys are near by and come over to watch. I summon a large cardboard tube into my hands and point it skyward. I plan on it making a sound and jarring my hand a bit. It does not so I pretend that it did and summon a noise "phoof". I am now staring up and expecting an explosion in the air. Nothing happens, and one of the boys says "it is not working." I decide to believe it is working. I say, "No, it is just travelling up really far before going off, it is a huge firework."

Suddenly it goes off, but instead of the normal pattern it makes some psychedelic electrical pattern that branches across the sky. It is intense green and a bit like fractal art. I am very impressed as it covers about 1/4 of the sky. I repeat this and now the tube does make the sound and slightly jar my hand. This time it is faster and the pattern is bigger and bright red. I do this two more times.

I then went off and did other things, but did not pay too much attention after that.