Two fragments of a really cool dream that I had, sadly I didn't become lucid but the dream itself was quite vivid so that's a good thing. I also did a WBTB at 3:20 after going to bed at 11pm but that didn't really help anything and I fell back to sleep to this dream. Non-Lucid Questioning Lucid Fragment One: I was in an undersea library with my dad and I somehow had gotten powers that could allow me to do anything that I wanted. We met a little girl who said it was her birthday and she wanted food and a boy to play with. My dad and I led her towards an elevator and when the doors opened I created some food. The doors closed and while we were in the elevator I noticed the little girl had a large carrot hat on. I looked to the food again and it was also filled with carrots. The elevator doors opened on the same floor we were on previously and I created a boy about my age to play with the little girl, she didn't seem the slightest bit interested and started playing on a laptop. I made the boy to be her age and he ran up to her, threw the laptop away, grabbed her hand and went off to play somewhere. Fragment Two: My dad and I exited the library before being approached by a fish/man who told us that we should keep quiet about what we were trying to find otherwise pirates could take advantage of us. My dad thanked him and I thought to myself that if we were caught I would be able to kill everyone with my new power. I then saw two of my friends that had left the school over by a cafe of sorts, they were wearing leather jackets with jeans and were also with another group of people that I assumed were their other friends. I approached the one on the left and asked him if he remembered me, in reply, he introduced me to the other one and told me I had met him in year 5. I found this slightly odd since I had met the guy much earlier than that but I got distracted when a lot of my other friends, who were also wearing leather jackets, began running down the street. I ran after them and as I vaulted over some railing and jumped a large flight of stairs I realised that I was wearing a leather jacket too. Every time I did a stunt I would hear J's voice telling me to be careful, I kept on trying to reassure her that everything was fine and that I was completely safe but she got really worried when I grazed my knee on some paving. I again wondered why I felt no pain but I wanted to focus on the supposed race that my friends and I were having. I told J again that it didn't hurt and proceeded to do a huge jump onto the top of a four story carpark roof, I began to float upwards mid-air but came back down and landed on the third story. The dream ended there. I really liked that dream, it was vivid and epic so I would like to do something like that again. Becoming lucid would make that dream more epic and I am begninning to question the dreams again so if I can do an RC it'll be as easy as that. I'm going to try the WBTB a little bit later in the morning or go to bed earlier because when light comes through the blinds I can't go back to sleep anymore so that's something to also take into account. - Have a third Lucid Dream. - Have a conversation with a DC. - Fly. - Find my Dream Guide. - Summon an an animal and ask it a question. [Dare]
A woman's just rescued two men and they're currently escaping through a series of underground tunnels. She's just shoved one of them up a ladder, to a manhole leading out of this tunnel, but apparently that's her limit - she collapses onto the floor, which is a sort of metal grate over water. I can see blood on her face. The other man says, teasing about the way she's been telling him to just let her handle things this whole time, "This is your plan? To lie here and bleed to death?" She says, "See, I knew you wouldn't be down with the plan." He picks her up and carries her up the ladder. I switch to first person, from the POV of the man she'd shoved up the ladder before; we've climbed up to the level of the subway tunnels that are currently in use. We walk along the tracks for a while, and just as we reach a platform - currently empty, though I'm aware people could show up at any moment - we hear a train in the distance. I have to help both of them up onto the platform, he's so tired from carrying her, and I'm thinking about how we each keep exhausting ourselves to pull the other two up. I climb up after them, and collapse on the stairs, exhausted, listening to the train.
an evole form humaliting a deevole form for thinking that it could withstand its prescenes the evole form toys with the being for not being able to understand that wen an evolve form plays it soley thier to destroy the prescence beneath it
I'm not sure now to describe this dream. It was very long and complex, but when I think about writing it down, I can't think of how to explain it, so it may be pretty short. Dream: I was in a sort of "time loop". It was like for years I had been doing the same thing. I had been going to the school and being with my sister who is a teacher and with Mrs L. I had a tradition of doing a storytelling presentation. Every time it was the same, because every time in the "time loop" the day started exactly the same. But then suddenly I was there and about to do my presentation and realized that something had happened, and everything was different. I remember going into Mrs. L's office and we were both feeling nervous about what was happening. ---- Wow, that was a terrible way to describe what felt like an epic dream.
After a very long period of doing close to nothing but lurk on this website, I've been inspired to start being more diligent and active in this community. What sparked this notion is my first recalled truly lucid dream! I went to sleep a little late last night, admittedly, and I did not do anything particularly different than usual. I took my usual bedtime dose of a B-100 complex vitamin and 100mg of 5-HTP (which I don't take primarily for lucid dreaming, but the vividness it brings is a nice side effect). The night before, I listened to about 15 minutes of a binaural lucid dreaming track, but I don't see how it could have an effect over 24 hours later... Could it? I don't recall any dreams prior to waking up at 6AM to my cat licking my face and purring. After getting up and feeding him, I returned to bed. Upon 'waking up' a second time, I noticed that I wasn't in my apartment anymore, but a house painted in deep blues and vivid golden-yellows. It looked like a magician's house. I thought, "I can't remember how I came to be here... Maybe I'm dreaming?" and decided to do the standard "finger through the opposite palm" reality check. My finger did not penetrate my other hand, but I was convinced that this wasn't a dream. Things became slightly more vivid and a little shaky, so I stayed very still until it stabilized for me. I decided to walk to the window and noticed that it was facing a sunlit ocean, like that of my former home. I was quite happy to see the familiar body of water. I now live on the mainland of my country, so I knew for certain that I was dreaming. My first thought was typical - "I'll try to fly!". It quickly resulted in my jumping up and landing on the floor with a thud. Oddly, my mind proceeded to the idea that I simply didn't have control over the proper elements (air, fire) for flying just yet, a concept that is reminiscent of those in a book series about modern witches that I loved. Thinking along the same lines, I realized that if I had any power at all, it would be that of earth and water. To test my theory, I went to a shelf with several wilted potted plants on it. I placed my hands above the pots, and in sequence they began to come back to life as green light poured forth. I was very excited by this, to the point where I changed a nearly-dead rubber plant into a spectacular bright blue and tall amaryllis. I was greatly enjoying this. I then thought that I would once again try to fly, and did my best to call on the other elements. I managed to hover above the ground, and then departed the small cottage by the sea to fly for some time. Unfortunately, things became kind of foggy as I flew above the ocean, and the scene changed. With this transition, I also lost my lucidity, though I recall the dream remaining fairly vivid (though not as pleasant). Interestingly enough, there were no dream characters in any of the lucid portion of my dreams... I'm very excited to have had such a fascinating dream, and I feel it was truly a lucid dream as opposed to some very vivid ones I've had in the past. I hope to build on this experience by being more diligent with journalling, reality checks, etc.
Date: 1/26/2015 Method: MILD, Mantra Total Sleep time: 8 hours WBTB Time: 15-20 minutes I remember three fragments: 1. I was writing a letter to GOD and asking him when I will see him and/or what will it take to see him 2. I was riding in the car with with Beyonce and Solange (this should have been a dream sign for me...never ever will happen in my lifetime) 3. False Awakening: I was writing in my dream journal about riding in the car with Beyonce and Solange 4. I was making coffee in my walk in closet and someone was trying to turn on the stereo (also in my closet) and we couldn't figure out how to turn it on. I LUCID DREAM TONIGHT!!!
Color legend: Non-dream Dream Lucid Lucid #264: The Lone and Level Sands I’m walking near the corner of our house with my 5-year-old son E, inspecting some kind of odd, muddy buildup that’s caked all along the side of the house. It looks like it was sprayed there. For some reason I think that my next door neighbor sprayed this mud from his yard onto the side of my house. I become fretful that our relationship has soured somehow and wonder whether there was some conflict that I’ve forgotten about. As I think more about all of this, I realized that I have to be dreaming. I turn to the east, looking toward my neighbor’s house. But everything to the east is a vast, quiet desert. Where my neighbor’s house would be is just the skeletal frame of a house, long abandoned. And now when I turn back to where my house was moments ago, there’s nothing but a ruined frame. E is still beside me. The desert sun is bearing down on us now. I feel like we’ve just witnessed the passing of centuries, and that everything we know is long gone. I want to be someplace else, so I take a step forward and suddenly we’re in a stone chamber looking out through a long, horizontal window at the desert scene. “Daddy, what happened to the house?” asks E. I don’t answer, but just tell him (and myself) that this is a dream. The view through the window grows brighter and brighter, and I’m drawn into and through it, back outside, but this time into a quiet, unspoiled grassland. I sense that this is my neighborhood again, but now centuries before humans arrived in North America. I expect to see bison, and of course I see a lone bison off in the distance. I walk with E through this quiet paradise for just a moment before the dream ends.
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I am working at a restaurant as a server with a two top. I then get sat with a 12 top and greet them. They start off with a lot of alcohol and then begin to order food. They take forever to order and every single person gets 5 modifications on there food. This continues in for a long time and I get super stressed because I haven't even put their drinks in and my two top has been waiting forever. I run to my two top and Nadia says it's okay but I started crying for some reason. Before that dream I am doing a professional magic show. I have a huge audience at a venue and my grandpa is there. I feel pretty confident with my magic tricks and then I take a break. Baskin is up next but nobody really laughs at his jokes at first. Finally they warm up a bit and I go back on. At the end of the show grandpa tips me 4000 dollars on his 2000 dollar show which was super cool.
I am in Germany working at a restaurant kitchen where they have a guest speaker. She is a super cute girl with an Australian accent and after I do most of my work I talk to her about living in Germany and how it's hard to speak English after so much German time. I accidentally spill water on her notes and I hoped that she wouldn't notice. I wish her good luck and then start leaving the restaurant which then turns into a target type store.
1.26.15 Last night bed around 8 pm. DR: I'm leavin a managers apartment, after me and some kids with me slept over there for some reason. As I'm leaving, 3 men are coming to her place. I recognize one of them as a famos actor, but I can't remember his name. He looks like a cross between Liam Neesen and James Franco. He recognizes me as an actress and he is kinda happy to see me. He is telling everybody inside about me. I'm telling him to stop, because I didn't tell anybody about me being an actor and he is embarrasing me. But he continues doing it. (this is from me convo with OpheliaBlue in irc last night, when we talked about my other job and I didn't wanna say too much. And Ophelia was saying that I play in the movies). I'm looking for the manager now to thank her that she let us sleep over there. I see her few times but she disappears. I fnaly find her and she doesnt want to look at me and she tells me she has chicken pox, and she is not happy I stayed there, I should have asked, because she doesn't want us getting sick. I'm walking through some rooms now, looking for kids that came with me, so we can leave. The place is dirty and as I look at my shoe, I see a tiny white inchworm. (This is from the gif OpheliaBlue either posted or commented on in irc - Inchworm Boy). DR: I walk into a movie theater. It's rather small, and it's bright. The screen is blank, for some reason, the movie is not playing. There is some technical issues people are saying. They start leaving.
I was driving down this street where most of the houses were decorated up for Halloween, even though it wasn't the time for Halloween. It seemed like the house owners were in competition with one another trying to make the best looking haunted house. The decorations were really good, and some houses had facelifts even, where the wall itself was re-crafted into scary looking designs. You could tell a lot of work was put into getting these houses looking this way.
Ritual: Lately I haven't been dreaming much because I've been staying up too late (after 3am usually) playing computer games late at night. I've noticed that the later I go to bed, the less awareness I have in my dreams. Tonight for RL reasons I went to bed two hours earlier than usual, at 1am, and wondered if it might cause me to LD naturally. Sure enough, without any special intention or practices, I woke at 6am with the following... DILD: I was moving through a grocery store, picking up some items and observing what else I might want to gather, until I reached a row of cash registers and knew I was in the last room. I had already picked up a bag of assorted stuffed animals from a whole bin of them. I recall making the same kind of obsessive comparisons I do in WL to decide which bag to pick. There were slight variations in all the stuffed animals so I was looking for the set I found the most appealing. I decided relatively quickly, the decisive factor being a stuffed bat I liked, and was carrying the bag with me. I turned around and walked back through the store to pick up some remaining things I hadn't fully decided on the first time through. I was considering getting some food, and glanced at what was on offer in the seafood section. I think I ended up going back out the front door at this point and found myself at a bus stop. The bus came and I didn't think I wanted to leave yet because I wasn't finished in the store. I was planning take the next bus if it were going to come in an hour, but I know sometimes the schedule is slower on Sundays. I asked the ticket seller when the next bus would be, and she said, "1:40." This startled me because it was already around 3:30pm in the afternoon. The next bus couldn't come earlier than this one... did she mean the next one wouldn't be here until the middle of the night? I asked about this and she nodded. I decided I'd better scrap my plans and leave on this bus, because I didn't have enough I wanted to do here to occupy a whole evening. I yelled at the driver not to leave yet and quickly slipped the ticket-seller a twenty dollar bill, which I figured should be enough, though I didn't know the exact price. I grabbed the change without counting it and jumped on the bus. But then I remembered I would also need a ticket for the guy I was with... there had actually been no guy with me earlier in the store scene but now the scene shifted. I was sitting next to a really hot guy and trying out a computer game he was showing me. This is how my mind accounted for the scene shift: I had been playing a game. Now I was distracted by our conversation. The guy was trying to figure out if he should go to—I think he was calling it "Burning Man," but I knew he meant a big festive parade through the city. After talking to him a few minutes I realized that I hadn't been paying attention to the game. I looked back at the screen and didn't recognize where my character was. Fortunately it was easy to restart from a save. But then my conversation with the guy took an even more distracting turn when I noticed how hot he was, felt an attraction that was apparently mutual, and started kissing him. After a few minutes of that I remembered the game I was playing and worried my character would have gotten killed, but I looked back at the screen and everything was fine... my character was actually going around doing things on his own. "This game plays itself!" I commented in surprise. But I didn't want to miss any part of the story, so I restarted again, only this time I was disappointed to see that the game had apparently been creating its own saves too, and now even the save point was well past the spot where I had gotten distracted. I wondered if I should just stop playing for now and start over from the beginning later. The scene shift at this point is vague, but the next thing I knew I was bodily in the game, back at the grocery store—though it looked different than the first one—this time with two companions, a guy and a girl. We were engaged in combat with the store employees, and everyone was throwing bottles. I didn't like this, so I called a halt to the bottle-throwing and my friends and I went outside. I was trying to explain to them what my objections were. "Too much broken glass," I complained. Even out here, the ground was littered with it, and on looking at it I felt a tiny sharp pang in the sole of my left foot. It seemed like I might really be feeling this with my physical body, so I continued my explanation: "The problem is, when there's too much broken glass, then you can feel it in the real world. Some kind of psycho-physical complex." The pang in my foot, which I could still feel, seemed like a great example: here I was in virtual reality, but stepping on broken glass made my real foot twinge. (Interestingly, I think a sensation in my physical foot was actually bleeding into, because I thought I could still feel it faintly when I woke up.) Up to this point I was not lucid, rather I was convinced that I was bodily immersed in a computer game (I think my brain often explains dreaming this way to itself), but as the pang in my foot made me contemplate the connection between my VR body and my physical body, I realized that I was actually dreaming. I was about to walk off with my friends, but it occurred to me, "If I'm lucid, I should do something useful." I remembered the wine TOTM. I'd just been in a store where we were smashing bottles of wine, what a waste! And we left on such bad terms, they might not like me going back in there... not to mention all that broken glass... but I guess I'd better hazard it. I turned around and half-opened the door, but then I realized there might be an easier way. I turned back to my friends. "Does anyone have any wine?" The girl immediately pulled a bottle from her backpack and gave it to me. Then I realized there might be another hitch. "Do you have an opener?" I asked her dubiously. She actually did! She pulled out a corkscrew and was waving it in the air at me, but I had already realized that I might be making things more complicated than necessary. I glanced at the bottle of wine and saw that although it was still sealed, the top covered in light blue foil, under the foil the cork seemed to be protruding three-quarters of the way out of the bottle. I tried to pull it out manually and was able to do so easily. There was still a small piece of cork in the neck of the bottle, but this shouldn't be a problem. My other friend was holding a butter knife, so I grabbed it from his hand without ceremony and used the handle (as the blade was smeared with butter) to push the cork inside. Lest it bob up and block the flow of the wine, I kept the knife handle in the neck to hold the cork to one side as I lifted the bottle toward my mouth to drink. "You guys don't mind if I drink the whole bottle, do you? I'm supposed to for my task." Without waiting for a reply, I tilted my head back and chugged. I was finished in seconds. Fortunately, even though the bottle had been full, it didn't feel like I drank any more than a glassful. My immediate reaction was surprise—that it tasted so convincingly like real wine. "It's actually a decent chardonnay," I commented to the girl who had given me the bottle. I focused my attention on the taste that lingered in my mouth: very buttery, rich, even ambrosial, with a hint of something sour around the edges but not strong enough to be off-putting. As I thought about what words I should use to describe it, I felt myself waking up.
Pre-lucid, I was in a retail store near the check-out counter when I spotted a wooden toy that enthralled me in my youth. It was a wooden propeller on a stick that you could spin in your palms and then release, whereupon it would fly into the air then gracefully descend. Just before leaving the store, I put it back and did not buy it. I leave the store in the company of others. We arrive at the crossing light on Old Country Road in my ancestral home town. When the light changes so we can cross, I run into the street. Mid-way across I jump into the air more out of happiness and youthful exuberance than any other reason. When I do so, I am shocked to fly into the air! I immediately realize I am dreaming and go 100% lucid. I am thrilled at seeing my old neighborhood from the air! I can see down the block, and spy my mother standing on the stoop of our home, and then walking down the driveway away from me. My forward motion while flying is quite slow. I feel like I'm moving through jello. I ascend up to a power line and lean back against it, intending to slingshot myself forwards so I can hail my mother. This works, but I eventually slow down again to about twice walking speed. When I am close enough, I yell "Look Ma, I'm flying!!" First time she does not hear me, second time she and several others do, and I'm thrilled that someone has actually seen me fly like I'd told them so many times I could. I am aware that this is all a dream and that my real life body is home in bed. Unfortunately, this thought causes me to wake.
I was in a room. It was dark. I watched a guy hunt for pokeballs. I went next. I went under the table and chairs, but it was too dark I couldn't see. Then I wondered, why am I hunting for pokeballs in the dark? I remembered I went to sleep because of the blackout. I became partially awake, but not completely. I was just aware I had my eyes open but can't see anything. I can vaguely see the window and curtains but it was hazy. Maybe it was just my imagination and I was still in a dream. I was a bit scared because I might have vision problem. I closed my eyes, hoping I'll be aware in my next dream. In my dream, I was in a mall. I was looking for something or someone. I can't remember the rest clearly, but I wasn't aware.
Morning of January 26, 2015. Monday. This was a type of typical “gadget dream” where most of my dream’s details are rendered fairly close to my perspective with the in-dream environment not being that clearly rendered or defined. I am looking at a toy that I think belongs to my youngest son. I think it may need to be repaired or at least taken apart and checked. I am not sure what it is meant to do. It is like a large plastic device that resembles a suitcase in some ways or perhaps an older toy movie projector. Inside one part is a VHS tape but which functions as a timing indicator perhaps. There also seems to be an 8mm film of Donald Duck which goes all the way around the VHS tape (closer to the outer edges of the containing section) when the device is working, although I have removed and apparently changed certain parts. Over time, the device just seems to serve as a container for some sort of View-Master-like toys in different compartments. The general appearance and inside changes quite dramatically by the end of my dream.
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