It was a short lucid event...as mine tend to be...but encouraging nevertheless (and anticipated). Yesterday, for the first time during the day, I managed to jerk out of my daytime “dream” on about 10 occasions (the “dream” that isn't “awareness”) I usually get so caught up in daytime living that I only manage a few. I only practiced the awareness for a few minutes each time...looking around, thinking “this is a dream,” noting body sensations (particularly the feet) but the real breakthrough was the fact that the “trigger” occurred much more frequently. Maybe reading about the brain is helping...”use it or lose it” as the book says and I'm much more aware how neurons, axons and dendrites work and how critical it is to stimulate the brain by repetition. I think I really pushed my brain sections when I first learned the dream routines. I remember how tired I often felt, how sometimes I awoke feeling really ill and (what I called) the “flashing” in my eyes. I now know that neurons were being frantically sequestered from other tasks to cope with my new demands. The basics are now firmly implanted so hopefully, when health problems etc are resolved I'll be even more back on track. I was dreaming about a town and I had somehow entered a place where I sensed I shouldn't be and I was poking about in some equipment and I broke a piece off. I retreated apparently still clutching a bar of metal and decided to return to the (hall?) and replace it but I couldn't find the place again. That's a major DS for me and might have started the LD process. The dream was more vivid than usual and I remember tossing the metal into a nearby bush then thinking “I'm dreaming!” By now, I can keep the excitement at a reasonable level and I resolved to look around and not dash off (another first really). Then I thought “RC” (good) and decided to levitate. I had resolved to try 2 or 3 RC's and maybe suddenly change the order (further validating the lucidity) but I'm happy that I full-filled most of my training. I rose cautiously but started to go out of control a bit so I abandoned that and focussed on a nearby pub. It was beautifully clad in small bright green tiles and all there was a small war memorial alongside it. Then I felt the dream ending. Damn! I have same old 2 problems...the shortness of my LD's and the fact that they are generally at the top of the night (usually after at least 7 hours sleep + a WBTB). I assumed it was lack of melatonin but I now have 1.9mg tablets which I've occasionally taken at various times throughout the night with no effect so far. I'm going to try 2 tabs one night (although the Spanish chemist was apparently shocked when asked for 4mg tabs and, knowing how even Spanish painkillers are at higher strengths than allowed in the UK, I'm understandably cautious) Hopefully, the “awareness” trigger is here to stay and I can further extend the periods of awareness. So...a good result for me and maybe a sign of more to come P.S. I had a “romantic” dream 2 nights ago...not sex...but hey! that's over-rated (I can afford to say that at my age) But, I'd rather have a romance with a good plot than a quick “wham bam thank you DC” but can I have it lucid next time?
Non-dream Non-lucid Lucid Dream 1: Tiny captives A girl (my gf?) and I are tiny creatures held captive by a regular sized person I believe. We think he's a real asshole. He keeps us in what looks like a sort of small fridge. We meet another small creature there. We plan our escape. The girl and I go first. I cup my hands and am holding an orange gooyie liquid. Part of our escape. The guy that's keeping us captive (not sure but I think a white guy with a stubble beard and black nerdy plastic glasses) looks at me. I stay still for a moment. He ignores me. Ok on to the next room. We can't manage to continue there. I have to accomplish something on a macbook, but I'm fighting to correctly size the window. In the mean time the guy notices our escape. We have written a letter or something alike on the macbook, which needs to be finished. Remotely, the guy deletes a portion of the 2 page document. I delete a portion of him, hampering his attempt to catch us. Why do we always have bad luck. I open my black backpack. It's filled with a clear block of ice. Not a neatly cut one, but more natural. There are also 2 or 3 pairs of shoes in there. Ours and the basterd. Lets keep those and sell them. Or give them to a homeless person and make a picture. Dream 2: Taekwondo I have taught a girl some taekwondo moves. I specifically recall teaching her about backside and frontside kicks. At the end, she has a match. She doesn't implement my techniques perfectly, but it's not bad. Not black belt material though. Her moves have in actuality not that much to do with taekwondo Dream 3: Dreadful dreads I'm with a guy who is having a look at my dreads. He tells me that the person who does my dreads has messed them up real bad. It looks horrible. He tells me I should be selective in who I allow to do my dreads. I tell him I looked for the best back in Indonesia and that my friend recommended that person. He retouches a few dreads at the front, to show me what he can do. Ideally he'd cut them off and start over. He tells me to let him know if I wanna continue with him. We're on the bus. He walks to the front to exit. It's only now that I really have a look at him. A dark skinned guy (reminds me of Alfredo from the serie Elementary) with dreads that are very long, but he's got them in a bundle with a hairtie. My girlfriend is next to me. I tell her I should go to a lot of different guys to ask them to demonstrate their skills. In the end: free dreads! Fragment » I'm at a trainstation with my girlfriend. Not sure where we're going. The system is unlike any I've ever seen. I have to make sure we take the right train. Normally I don't analyse my dreams that much, but the dreads and the train seem connected to me. As in having to make a choice about what to do with them. I've been doubting about what to do with them for a while now. » The setting looks a bit Indonesian. It's daytime and I'm not taking part, I'm just witnessing this as if I'm watching tv. A brown skinned, muscular young guy surprises a bit of an older woman by giving her a hug from behind. This is his preschool and he's come by for a visit, or he ended up here by accident. Dream 4: Contacts I'm going through my phone, through my contact list. I'm surprised to see that I have the number of a girl I met in Indonesia, who I didn't talk to that much. I look at her (Whatsapp?) picture. She is wearing skates. It feels like the picture expands 1 or 2 times or changes a bit to give me more info. There's a low wall next to her, with a rail. She grinded the rail and just landed. That's why she is in this weird position so low to the ground. A girl who I don't recognise makes fun of me for looking at the picture. I continue. There's the name of a girl I went out with once. Holy shit she looks amazing. She has a thin black.. Shirt, top? Upperbody covering fabric, let's keep it at that. She's sitting on I think a barstool, holding her hands above her head. It causes her boobs to have a weird shape, cause she is not wearing a bra. But holy shit are they big!
Was trying to OBE/AP suddenly i wake up in other bed (like a soldier lol) where everyone has to get up and go for their duties... i wake up slowly... look abit around and go somewhere... i was like what the H is this drean? couldnt see everything nicely but i was on a Boat or something.. then i went around to see whats up and found nothing interesting, looked for any female and woke up.. tried to LD then, i had another LD but i forgot it totally.. then i had some vivid weird dreams .
Another lucid last night. Went in and out of full and semi lucidity, but maintained a thread of awareness throughout. I became lucid while looking in a mirror in a hallway. That is a common thing for me. Mirrors always induce lucidity. They're one of the absolutely fool-proof things for me. The mirror turned out to be in the hallway of one of my home bases, so I started off with the advantage that I was already at least partially anchored. I don't really remember, I think the mirror was near the door to the outside, because I believe that's the door that I opened later on. I should have paid more attention. Anyway, I immediately tested my suspicion that I was dreaming by attempting to push my arm through the surface of the mirror. There was slight resistance on the surface, and then my arm sank in. The mirror looked like quicksilver as I pushed my arm through it. Satisfied with the knowledge that I was dreaming, I spent a while playing with my appearance and examining myself in the mirror. I eventually managed to turn myself into more of a caricature of myself than my actual appearance, which I found very entertaining. While I was playing around with my eyes - moving them around, changing the size and shape, etc - I could hear my brother's voice narrating in the background that he at least liked this current character design better than the last (implying that he really didn't like either). I waved it off and kept playing around. I was really satisfied by my handiwork because I had trouble with this before. I then spent a little bit more time dressing myself up as a sort of elven-looking sorcerer. Just as fun as cosplay, and several hundred dollars cheaper! After spending some time tweaking my heroic cloak/cape thing (I settled on something asymmetrical and held up on one side by a nice brooch that I own in real life), I decided to meet up with some friends at a tavern. I opened the door to go outside, and The Blackness happened. Some people call it The Void. Instead of the outdoors or the tavern that I wanted, everything beyond the door was pitch black. I stepped through the door into The Blackness, hoping it would dissipate. Instead, it enveloped me, and everything went dark. I tried vividly imagining my hands and moving them around in front of me. I briefly saw them appear before they faded back into the darkness. Waving them around some more didn't make them reappear. I decided to try something I have never tried before. Instead of trying to make it go away, I would condense The Darkness into a form where it could no longer impede me. I held out my hands and tried drawing it into a form in my hands. It didn't work, possibly because I was unable to see my hands. I then put my hands behind my back and focused on trying to summon it that way. I felt fur and a small warm body. The Darkness disappeared as it was channeled into the form of a cat. I brought the cat around to the front. It was skinny, with soft shiny black fur and gold eyes. I petted it and set it on the ground, and it ran off. Now I could see, through the open door, not blackness but the brightly lit inside of the tavern. It had polished wooden floors and brightly burning candles and torches. I rushed to the booth everybody was sitting in and scooted in. The booths were tall, made of dark stained wood, and seats were made of leather. While we were waiting for our server, I lost the thread of lucidity and the dream faded. I don't really remember the rest of what I dreamed about that night. ____ I'm pleased that I finally solved a long-standing problem and completed a successful completely-controlled scene change. I've felt so stupid about struggling with these basic things after even several years and the ability to WILD with regular success. I'm looking forward to honing my skills further, as this has been a serious road-block for me. One thing I can say is that my ability to maintain dream stability and my thread of awareness has gotten SIGNIFICANTLY better.
I've been super stressed over school work and such that I haven't been able to get lucid or even have great dream recall. The following are some dream fragments of which I can recall over the past few nights. - My brother kept insulting me and making me upset, to the point that I was in tears and I wanted to make him stop. I was so frustrated and angry with him. - Having a concerto competition but remembering that I had not memorized all of my music yet, and having a panic attack about performing - I was a gun slinger, and I had acquired a one-handed, sawed off shot gun, and my friend said to try it out on her (as in actually shoot her) I did, and when she got upset that she was hurt she started spreading lies about how I did it intentionally to kill her, nevermind the fact that she had asked me to do it. -There was one moment I had actually mentioned that I was in a dream, yet my mind didn't let me trigger myself into lucidity. *Hopefully I can get over my stress to have some lucid dreams again, and get to lucid city.
Notes: - Is it normal to feel skeptical of a lucid dream after you’ve had it? The past couple of times I’ve wondered. - Is it normal to feel less “awake” once you’ve stabilized a dream? I certainly felt that way this time. [Fragments, fragnments] [Change setting; plot 1 begins]: I’m in this rather huge house (40+ rooms I’d say) and there’s this gala/party going on in the main living space. I’m just wandering around as the dreaming mind does, lookin through all the foodstuffs. I find myself in a supply closet nearby, with microwaves and stuff. Then, I remember that I wanted to try and have a lucid dream. At this moment, I became aware. I was thinking “OH CRAP HOLY CRAP I’M LUCID IM LUCID YAYYYY” but then I realized that I needed to stabilize, so I just tried focusing on the microwave in front of me, taking in every detail. That really helped a lot. It came to my mind to use dream control, and I tried spawning someone but I couldn’t do it without starting to wake up. Instead, I decided I’d try to explore the dream world a bit, focusing on everything on the way, since I’m still a newb. And so I walked into the living/kitchen area. I looked at everything closely: the countertop, the donuts, the snack stand, everything. The donut was especially vivid; I could see all the little bubbles in it and everything. For some reason, there was a bite out of it, and someone had put it back… eww… it was still on the stand (a metal, rotating stand) for anyone to take. I noticed after I woke up that there weren’t any visible DC’s in the dream. I wander over to this hallway and realize I’m losing lucidity, and immediately start focusing on things to retain it. There’s an elevator, and I decide to take it (I didn't actually touch it or physically go in it though). [Change setting]: I’m in my high school chemistry teacher’s room (or at least a permutation of it). I’m in there at my own lab bench, and behind me are two other kids, one of whom I know. Obviously, they’re in detention or something and aren’t taking it seriously. I, on the other hand, was trying to figure a way out of there to continue my lucid adventure, but here I would be trapped for the rest of the dream. So these kids are just kinda messing around with some water in a dish, and I’m getting impatient. From here on, i think I lost lucidity. My teacher was talking about his lifetime goals, one of which was to get $9000 in a day. <- (I think he mentioned it as his “task of the month” ) The kids were messing around, and I wanted them to pay attention, so I figured I’d shut them up by knocking over their stupid dish into the sink. I do so, then my teacher yells at me, saying "What? You think that's ok? Really? In front of me? What do you think you're doing?" and it was rather laughable really. [The dream fragments... ]
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🌠 A Dild runs in to 3 Deild's 🌈 Spend time today really giving time to my Mild daytime work - regularly stopping and RRC and then RC & looking for a few things to focus on in the space around me to hone in on and see what my space would look like as a dream - Got my flash visualisation of me riding a giant wave as a water bender going through a tunnel and out the other side inorder to be at the very top of the wave and STOP and look and take in my surroundings- awesomeness 🌊 Any way did some Mild befor bed too- 10 mins and went to sleep with Mantra " I am Lucid now - I am Lucid dreaming " Woke up a few times in the night and set my app for monitoring sleep too - which woke me up Wonderfully and as I hit the snooze button gave me such joy to listen to the relaxing music - DILD 🌸 Talking to someone- I was suddenly thinking " Hey I was in bed just a little time ago...but this couldn't be .... NO Wow- is this a dream?" I walked towards a table and reached out to touch something on it almost scared as this was obviously WL- but wow I couldn't believe it - THIS IS A DREAM! I was the most shocked and stoked ever that it was a dream coz it felt so much like my usual WL reality... Lay still and went back to the dream space - kissing out of the corner of my eye I saw my dad walked by it doesn't matter as I am dreaming Lay still and Kissing again 🌸 Z kissed me and said " Hallelujah " then we laughed! Lay still and ina dream where a white bug thing is trying to get in to our room - its a dream so I am gonna go fly outside - I go and jump into the sky superwoman style 🌺 I pick a point on the horizon to fly to - I fly towards it but the place seems to keep morphing into different places - like first it's a beautiful grassy place then it's a lake then it's some other place - darkness starts to surround it and in my vision the place becomes a small circle with all black around it - oh well - not this time - it seems I witnessed some kind of implosion. Something to work in seeing through on my next
Non-dream Non-lucid Lucid Dream fragment I remember some dream about being in my bed, I had woken up and was just pretty pent up from not 'doing the deed' because of the Brainbuddy app. Some stuff happened and I was annoyed because I convinced myself to do it despite knowing I didn't want to. I had watched Rick and Morty season 2 about a week ago which I think had some influence. When Little Rick is around and is like "a teenagers worst enemy is his own mind" or something along those lines - felt like I was under a similar influence. Yesterday was my first day doing ADA (and some more meditation), I felt like at the end of the day I had some intense mental fatigue. My head ached slightly whenever I brought my attention to focus on the things I was doing instead of slipping into autopilot. I slept pretty well, it didn't take too long to fall asleep (an hour I think, which is really good for me ). I think it was a combined effect of the mental fatigue from ADA and physical fatigue from running... But during the night I just had absolutely horrendous dream recall. My mind was just too exhausted to have the mental capacity needed to recalling a dream. I decided I'd like to write up a dream from my book when I first started, before I transitioned to posting online. Dream Journal Book #1 - Rugby Throwing around a rugby ball, I think with someone else? - the first dream I ever recorded I've come a long way lol #2 - First death in a dream / Shapeshifting weretigers Dream 1 - First death in a dream I was some kind of official who had acquired some information, and I had some friends who decide to protect me by confessing to my crime for me and taking the blame. They then weren't in the room (I had left before) that I returned to because I had a bucket that had my shoes in it or something... O_O? I left again and went up a flight of metal spiralling stairs. I waited there thinking for a bit and then a high ranking official in a military uniform (kind of reminds me of a Gestapo) walks in and shoots me right in the heart. I can feel the blood warming my chest.. I'm lying on the ground still. The man walks away. I reach around and touch the wound and I'm overwhelmed with disbelief. Some part of me seems to think that everything will be okay though. Dream 2 - Shapeshifting were-tigers Shapeshifting were-tigers take over the town in part of a conspiracy. It's a place to use these funny flying things to take over the world (I drew a picture here, it looks like a cross between a manatee and a puffer-fish that is 15 inches long with brown skin and spots on it. It looks really weird). Third-person style dream, it follows a kid who is a were-tiger that is shocked to see so many were-tigers killing the human townsfolk mercilessly. Then the view shifts to a bunch of campers in these large double-decker bus-sized vans, some of which have colour patched up blankets all over them. The main camper-van leader sees what's happening and tells his friends to run and his wife to start the van so she can take the kids and escape.. He plans to be a voluntary scapegoat. Were-tigers approach in a gang-like style, and by this point it has become first person with me as the camper dude standing his ground. I punch the biggest were-tiger straight in the nose and start brawling to divert attention so my family can escape. The boss were-tiger makes a comment to his friend like "Haha you got socked in the face!", to which I add "Yeah he's the biggest so I figured I'd start with him". I seem to realise that I won't live if I continue fighting (since I'm outnumbered and well.. They're were-tigers O_O). I decide to cool it down and hang with them, biding my time. They're apparently cool with this and maybe I earned their respect?
I'm in a movie theater with a friend and her family, the place is very baroque with red velvet drapes; it looks like it was used as a traditional theater before. We find a booth large enough for all of us, in front of the candy shop. I sit first, and by the time everyone is seated the place has completly changed; it's now some kind of fair, and we're sitting in a marquee sourronding a sandy area where the show is suppose to be. The sun is high in the sky and very harsh, we can see the dust moving in the hot breeze and every shadow is razor sharp. I realize that my frieand and her family are gone; I'm with a man. He got a mop of dark, curly, greased hair that enphasizes his tan, rugged face and light eyes. He's dressed like a ranch hand, in solid clothes and cowboy boots, but with silver and leather necklaces and a lot of rings. The actors of the show are finally here, but they start arguing immediatly and the show is cancelled. I'm in a dusty building that looks like a cement square, worn by wind and dust. It's big but lousy, with run down furnitures and dirty corner. I remember that's it's our QG, and we're a buch of bandits and desesperados. There is a very winded argument about some musicians coming in, I'm not sure if they want to come to play or just to repeat. Anyway our boss, the man that was with me at the fair is saying no, but the three girls (me, a sleek hispanic lady in a long leather coat and a big, burly and fat older lady) are pressing for the musicians to come. As I'm the boss' "pretty doll", I figure that nothing will get under his skin more that grabbing the front of another man shirt and kiss him. Say man is tall and broad shouldered, with tan skin and cropped short hair. He doesn't mind the kiss at all, and my boss do little more than grumbling. I push it by snuggling against my new friend large torso with a cheeking smile. I grab his neck to pull him down to my level and whisper in his ear, asking him if the guitars' room is open. I get a eager yes and grab his wrist to go there. I giggle while running through the old facility, made of interconnected buildings like the one we just left. My new beau start to get impatient and push me against a wall, pulling me up, the coarse cement scratching my back where my shirt is lifted. I scramble to catch his shoulders... And wake up. Well, damn.
First thing I remember is that I'm at the beach. Don't ask me how I know it was the beach, I didn't see any ocean or anything, but I was in a house with some people and I feel like it was a vacation. Then things got weird. The people I was in the house with were drug addicts and they needed money or else something bad would happen. What exactly, I'm not sure, but the mood was hostile and very tense. I had a trapper keeper that held those clear pages that keep documents safe and each page had a dollar bill in it, lots of different denominations. And then my co-worker Angad was there. I'm not sure what his role was but he commented on the money. There was more to this, but I don't remember very well. I remember stepping out of the house, but nothing after that. I think I got up to go to the bathroom, went back to sleep, and dreamed up this next part - Now I'm in what feels like an elementary school auditorium that is broken up into lots of different sections, like at a craft fair. I'm with my wife and we're looking around when we stumble upon a booth that is very large and contains a lot of mid-century modern furniture and knick knacks. I find a super cool jewelry... box...? it's got lots of different drawers in it, some of them are different sizes, and some do different things when you open them. I pushed down on a section on the top and a drawer popped out, and another drawer, when you pulled it open, something inside was rotating so that a section inside it with a place to hold different earrings rotated upwards and displayed them. I absolutely had to have this. It had a lamp on top and when I investigated it further, I saw that it was also a radio!!!! in the back there was hookups for more speakers, it had an internal speaker, and you could pull the rdio module out in order to fix it or replace it easily. I asked how much it was and someone said $180. I thought about it and said thank you and walked away planning how I could negotiate it down to $150 or maybe even $120. I popped out the radio part and noticed that it had black mold on it. Maybe I could use that as leverage... Then I walked to the next room when I heard a song on the radio (not the radio from the jewelry box lamp) and it was familiar, and a song I even liked, but the words were different. It's like a parody song that radio hosts make up. So I hear someone say to change the song. I'm in the next room and I see above me on two walls in a corner all the canvas photos that are like 2 feet by three feet. A lot of them have the Chemical Brothers logo in the bottom right corner. I was thinking they would look great in my office. There were some pictures of people but I didn't recognize them as music artists. It was maybe cover art, but it wasn't familiar. They were $20 each. Someone was talking about the song that was on the radio and I started talking to them about it. They said that it sounded very similar to the previous one, and I said that yeah, it's the same genre, and that previous one wasn't even the original, intended version. I was having trouble talking because I had food in my mouth. I apologized for this. I couldn't even see who it was that I was talking to. I walked into the next room and I saw a wonderful marble coffee table. it was round and upon closer inspection, somehow the marble formed a pattern that looked like the name Oprah Winfrey. I was fascinated. Then, sadly, I woke up. Take aways - the other day my mom asked me what I want for my birthday and I completely forgot that I really have been wanting a jewelry box. I really want to have a conversation with someone about music. I haven't talked music with anyone in a very very long time. I just realized how sad this makes me.
It has been a month and a half since I had my last LD (I only had a couple so far), I do the "How did I end up here?" RC sometimes, and recently I try to fly or change things. This morning, in the dream, I was in a closed room, and I suddenly found someone with me there. I thought "How did you get here? the door is closed, did you walk through the door?" and I realized I was dreaming knowing this happens only in dreams. I woke up into an SP, and I tried to imagine a scene to fall asleep again and get an LD, but then eventually I could move, and I heard music coming from my phone which I always put in this spot next to my bed. I picked up the phone, and paused the music, but it still went on. I thought maybe it came from a different application, and left bed. I got out of the room, and talked to my family a little then I woke up. I guess that was a false awakening. Everything was in place and kinda realistic after I thought I woke up, except I felt a little foggy. I wonder why our minds play this trick .
[FONT=Tahoma][COLOR=#0000cd][SIZE=4][CENTER]Failed Summoning[/CENTER] [/SIZE][/COLOR][SIZE=4][CENTER][/CENTER] [/SIZE][B][CENTER][/CENTER] [/B] I find myself in my house, and a sudden impulse to RC kicks in. I count my fingers. [COLOR=#0000cd]"This is a dream, isn't it?" I said to myself.[/COLOR][COLOR=#000000] I moved on into the act of stabilizing and the stuff along.. I focused on my vision and it got close to my RL vision. Sound and touch were present and unusually vivid, but i don't remember actually focusing on them a lot. After this, i tried to regain my memory by remembering where i'm and what i'm doing. "I'm in bed dreaming and this is my dream" Is all i recovered before stopping the memory recovery process. That's all i did to make the dream somewhat stable, but there was something missing and i'm not sure what. Maybe it's because i was very worried during the dream that it would be short, that's probably it. There were sudden moments in the dream in which i found myself back in bed (probably FA). But they lasted a few seconds then i found myself back where i was. Weird thing to be honest. Whatever the case was, the dream was enjoyable because i was somewhat immersed with my environment.. Something that i lacked all these times i got lucid. Moving on into the main things i did in the dream. I didn't try to meet my DG or fly, because to me this was a test of stability and control and that this LD came out of nowhere. I tried to summon my thought-up magical weapon that would cut through anything. And i had thought of a way to summon it but the process is very hard if control is not fully present. I guess the difficulty came from my slightly-lacking memory. Whatever, i remember being in front of the double doors that lead to the guest halls, where i was standing, i would be able to see the door of my house and slightly see the street. I proceeded into the summoning process. The flashy method of summoning i had in mind: I close my right hand and leave my left hand open. I would then create friction by moving my left hand accross my right fist. Which would make my fist be set on painless-fire. This fire would then create smoke, the smoke would stay still in mid-air. Essentially acting as a portal to "the dark dimension" that i can pull items from. Of course, what i got was nothing like what i imagined. First i did the act of moving my left hand over the closed fist of my right hand violently enough to generate friction. I got fire, but it was very weak. And if that wasn't enough, there was no smoke to use as a portal. I guess the process failed. I resorted to another process of making the item appear from thin air by quickly waving my hand accross the air. This one was a failure, as that i got a knife version of the supposed long-sword i wanted. I let the knife vanish and went on with the dream. I entered through the doors that were to my back this whole time. Inside, there was a door nearby so i realized that i could put my hand inside without looking, and then obtain the weapon! Unfortunately enough, i don't remember what happened after this - I either woke up or lost lucidity. I put my hand inside and was able to grab a large object that felt like a sword, but i remember enough that it wasn't the thing i was looking for.[/COLOR][COLOR=#B22222] [/COLOR][/FONT]
Updated 02-21-2016 at 04:35 PM by 85813
Hi My gosh this dream i had was really deep,crazy,nice,interesting,thrilling,exciting,wei rd etc. I first started with 4-5 people going to some place... was a river if i remember right, and something happened and they got splitted and went along alone, and i had to go from another way to catch them.. i couldnt... i think the country was Israel lol, i really remember this dream somewhere i had it before, so it was like replay of the dream... then i went to some building like a church or whatever it was where i had to enter some doors and go down down to get inside the place where we normally had to be, untill a israel squad caught me and be like what u doin here etc etc i didnt know what to say so i pretend to be just there as a visitor etc and they told me not to go in the doors etc, they started taking showers and what so ever.. after they send me somewhere, they thought i am lost, which i did lol, to some guy in some other place i dont really remember what we did but he helped me u know live for that day, and slowly the dream started changing... started getting crazy lol, it was like i was viewing other's ppl dreams, where some people got stuck into some punishment stuff like they had to participate through some crazy things.... torturements or whatever u call it, then i had to ride a car and win someone lol, then there was this crazy room water room on the bottom where all people dead and someone was with me i forgot who who went through it and i was following... so wha happened we went up slowly (the room was really cubic with fancy green/blue color only) energetic room or something and we went to the top which was the end of the building, sounds weird i dont even understand what this was ... then i dont really remember, i keept waking up and gettin back to sleep to continue the dream, so yeah at the end i remember even being wit hmy mom on some building, and we were talking and on the edge of the building it had that feature (same from that water room) where the gravity holds you up (on the air lol) and we jumped from one building to another and could get to any window we like or at the top of it.... i dont know what happened to those 4-5 people i was with, if i was Lucid i could get there, but i wasnt.. so yeah end of dream was a kind of REPLY of the dream again, just from different perspect of view.... dats it!
Non-dream Non-lucid Lucid Dream 1: Lecture I'm sitting in a lecture hall. It's one of those classrooms where the rows to the back are way higher than the rows in the front. I think the lecture was already over. There are just a few people left. I myself am somewhere halfway to the back, perhaps a little bit further. I remember a girl sitting a bit further to the back. Also a classmate whom I rarely talk to because I don't care for her too much is there. She asks me how I'm doing with the final assignment. Ow man.. I'm too busy with the exams right now to do the assignment. I walk with her a bit, down the steps. She mentions that the assignment is already due this week Thursday. Wait what?! Isn't it the week after? I'm fucked. I realise that I need to go back to my seat instead of walk out with her, cause I'm barefooted and my shoes are still at my seat. I end up having the attention of the girl in the back for just a split second, while I'm standing in a row that's further to the back than hers. I do a diveroll [parkour move] over a row of seats. Dream 2: Car It's daytime and I'm sitting in the car, back row to the right. On the left is my girlfriend. The driver's seat is on the left side of the car. Cas, someone who I haven't talked to in years, is driving. In the passenger seat is at one point his ex-girlfriend and at one point a different girl. We are driving to the airport of Jakarta. I've got a sort of comfortable foetal position going on. At one point it feels like I kinda pretend to be asleep, but eventually I actually do fade in and out of sleep [in the dream only, I didn't really wake up]. I think about having to spend 14 hours on the airplane back to Amsterdam. So long... I don't really remember the conversation, if any. At one point we were just there. I do remember being able to look at the girl in front of me as if there was no chair between us. I also remember an oddly shaped part of the car, underneath the dashboard. Indonesian cars have a steering wheel on the right. Also, this car [kinda beat up] is definitely not Cas' real life car. Dream 3: Languages I'm chilling with my housemate and Indonesian classmate, both girls. We're at one point at 'home' [it doesn't resemble our home] and at one point standing in front of it. My housemate has a lot of thick fantasy books, which were left behind by the last person who occupied the room. Nice for her. She has some stuff to use to her liking, or just sell or whatever. We're outside, but it feels like we're just sitting.. on the ground perhaps. My housemate spends about 90% of the time talking in Dutch to me, which I think is mean to my classmate who barely understands Dutch. I try to talk mostly in English. I don't remember my classmate talking at all. My housemate justifies talking in Dutch by saying that there's no need to talk in English if my classmate doesn't participate in the conversation. I explain that it's a vicious cycle that I've experienced myself in Indonesia: because people speak a language you don't understand, you don't participate. Because you don't participate, they continue using a language you don't understand. Dream 4: Boring sunset I'm in what's supposed to be one of the rooms I lived in during my time in Indonesia, except it's much more luxurious, with a balcony and such. There is ok-ish scenery with a sunset that is supposed to be beautiful, but right now [while writing] I don't think of it as such. I remember I promised to give my friend pictures that I made from my window. There's another guy in the room with me.. and a baby, a boy. I film the baby, who does some funny stuff.
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