I'm not sure how I knew I was dreaming, but I was aware. It was dark; night time. I was in some sort of landscape that was quite pretty, in a bit of a desert area. I looked up to the sky and said, "SHOW ME SOMETHING BEAUTIFUL!" and got a rainbow. A rainbow at night was unusual and strange, but I would not call it beautiful, so I asked for the same thing. Behind me there was a butterfly, glowing a white-yellow color, fluttering in the breeze: it was beautiful. I rose in the air as well and followed it around.
1. I was inside of a class. It was a Japanese class, but I'm not sure what about. I took my seat and as I did, noticed that Patrick and Brittany had this class with me too. They both came and sat next to me. I looked around and realized that I didn't know anybody else in the room. The majority of the class was of some Asian decent. I was one of the only caucasian males in there. Class went on for a while, but the teacher never really talked. I walk out of the class room to go to the restroom. As I do I see that I am not in any average school. This place is huge; it's a university. The floor was covered in carpet with a unique blue, yellow, and black pattern. Right as I walked back in the classroom I saw that there was now a huge table in the front of it. It was a regular fold-able brown wooden table. On it was a vast selection of all kinds of frozen vegetables and juices. I went to go grab one, but as I did a girl grabbed it at the same time as me. "Oh no I really wanted that one!" she whined. "Hey you can have it. I don't even know what these things really are anyways." Then she told me plainly how they were juices and frozen vegetables, but kinds that I had never seen on planet Earth ever before. I looked around some more and saw a red bag of frozen green beans. I picked it up. It was cold and wet to say the least. Suddenly the bell rang and class ended. Everyone started to pack up and leave. The teacher finally spoke, "Everyone put your project in the class folder for now". Everyone did except for me; I had no idea what project he was talking about. I didn't even work on anything the entire class. "Also, put a few of your names on the class folder as well so I know what class they are from." I walked over to my desk and to my surprise, saw that I had "my project" on it. I picked it up and walked over to the class folder. I looked at the names on the folder and saw Patricks, Brittanys, and mine on there even though I never signed it. The rest of the names was everyone else that I didn't know. I got my stuff after that and on my way out I noticed a japanese girl with red hair. She looked pretty. She had on a red track jacket and light blue skinny jeans that were partially bleached. Her eyes were blue as well as all of her eye makeup. I continued on my way out and some other Japanese girl walked out at the same time as me. We started talking and upon leaving the classroom I was once again amazed by the whole architecture of the university. "So is this the only japanese class you have?" she asked me. "Yeah, and honestly I don't even know why I'm in it or what it's for" I told her. She laughed and we talked some more until suddenly some jealous big Asian guy came up and started walking between us and cutted me out. I knew immediately that this guy had a thing for this girl, but I wasn't gonna take that. "Excuse me, what the fuck was that? Have some respect" I told him before pushing him back in his place and resuming talking to the girl. I guess this really mad him mad. He put his hands up, but they weren't in fists but more like a karate chop form. He started trying to chop my nose, but I blocked him. He did this multiple times and I blocked it every time, but I still felt the force of his karate chop hand move through my wrist as he hit me. In the middle of all this I realized that I was wearing a fully black jacket, but it was not of my style and looked horrible.
11/14/15 I had a night off last night. Slept from 11pm or so - 8am DR: I am in Asia, perhaps Vietnam. In some kind of a run-down hotel. Something about bathrooms. A chef makes scrumptious looking asian meals, like General Tso's and some pork belly. I'm stocking some chocolate cake. Now I'm in the office of US envoy in this asian country. He is telling me that there is no escape for us, we are gonna be all killed no matter if we are trying to escape on a bus, or oter way, or stay in his office. So I ask him if it's ok to eat that chocolate cake. He says sure. I go back and eat the whole damn thing. First I only take a chunk of the frosting and want to cut it up so nobody notices, but then I say srew it and eat it all. But before that I make me a plate of that asian food and add some mustard that my friend is asking for. I remembered after I woke up how it all tasted. Just before this I'm watching an opposite wall in this hotel, where on top part mice start to pour out of an invisible opening. There is hundreds of them. They stay on this short ledge on top of the wall. I tell this to the envoy and I tell him that good chunk of the wall is missing there. (Just before bed I watched the movie Chef where he was cooking these awesome looking dishes. This is the food part of my dream. The mice - I saw a roach farm on tv that same day.)
Because you were not "present" enough. Generally you need to practice recall and awareness. It seems like if you are thinking about lding enough to have it in your dreams, you are aware enough of lucid dreaming, but you are not aware enough in the dream. When we lucid dream our higher brain functions are shut down, so reasoning is gone. When we realize we are dreaming or talk about dreaming inside a dream, they don't just magically light up. The more recall you have, usually, the more you are present and making realistic decisions. Yeah, I might be fighting a bagel army, but I am the using all of my recent experience and making decisions based on that. When your presence in a dream is low, youbare more of watching rather than making the decisions. Examples of dreams with high awareness of lucid dreaming, but not enough presence: Park car, walk inside, walk back out car is gone. "No biggie, that happens when I am dreaming, I really need to get that paperwork to that ostrich though or he will fire me." house starts melting "Noe my house is melting. Thanks Obama. Melting my house in my dream! I need to get to that paperwork!" Example dreams with high presence, but not enough awareness of dreams: Park car, walk inside, walk back out, car is gone. What the crap? I just parked my car outside and I turned around and it is gone? Now my house is melting, what is happening to me?" House starts melting "I think I am going to take a walk." Or fake memories can start kicking in Park car, walk inside, walk back out, car is gone. "I just parked my car outside where did it go? Oh yeah! Wife said she would pick it up." House starts melting. "I forgot that they scheduled this for today!" High both awareness and presence: Park car, go inside, come back out, car is gone. "Oh! This is a dream! I guess I don't need to worry about that. What were my dream goals?" Really high awareness and presence: Dream starts, park car, realize I am dreaming, think for goals. Really low both: Park car, walk inside, walk back out, car is gone but you don't notice. The house is melting and you don't notice. You just keep doing your thang.
I'm walking in a city, it's a summer afternoon, the sun is high and bright, it's by some water. In the shade of a large building, I'm walking and I see up ahead some people who are a little too happy and cheerful, they must be religious or something. I see to woman, their backs are turned to me. I want to walk by and ignore them, but I know they are going to come up and talk to me anyway, so I slow down and wait for them to turn. I assume they are Mormon. They smile and start to talk to me, they are dressed in old-timey Amish like clothes. They point out that I'm wearing nice religious robes. (Did I secretly want them to talk to me after all?) An Indian man with robes and a turban comes up to us and pulls me away, saving me from a long and awkward conversation on religion, saying he's never really been into the stuff. He knows me and I know him apparently. He says he has a headache and I go to find a pharmacy to get something for it. I go up to people sitting by the water, I'm a bit awkward and don't know who to ask. I end up talking to some Asian tourist, realizing as I talk to them that they are not going to know where a local pharmacy is. Next to them is a group of guys. They tell me one is around the corner. One of them is a celebrity known for his travel shows. I pretend to be unimpressed. Inside, I play a game of Hearthstone. I'm playing a game where there are an impossible amount of minions in play, my opponent, playing a Priest, has 1111 life. I take a screenshot, no one is going to believe this. I spill some ink from a pen on the floor of the kitchen. I try to clean it up but it just spreads it further around.
Sorry I've been inactive the last couple weeks, I've been super busy with school so the stress of it has made my dream recall poor, and my lucidity even worse. However, I managed to recall a bit of a dream I had last night... I remember being in a two story building, almost like a warehouse, with very high ceilings, large windows used for the walls, and you could see the outlining infrastructure of the building. This was were my work was (while IRL my work is a small business in a one story building), my boss was getting upset with me because there was an overflow of cardboard boxes, and I guess it was solely my job to clean them up. He kept getting pissed that I wasn't working hard or fast enough and even threatened to fire me if I didn't work faster. (Luckily, IRL my boss is nowhere near that demanding or rude). What's funny is that this morning I had a rehearsal for a gig in a church that looked a lot like my work in the dream. This church is modern so it had high ceilings, large windows acting as the walls, and exposed infrastructure. And later today, while I was at work, I realized there was a lot of cardboard needing to be taken out.
Okay so i was hanging out with my buddies and sam at a house and we were staying the night it was a pretty nice house. I went to bed and woke up to a girl coming into my room with everyone else in there and she was trying to kiss me. I was like whow slow it down and she had something on her face and it ended up getting on me. Anyway everyone except her and me left the room and she was butt naked in the morning and I must have been to because I saw my brother coming so I started throwing clothes on and instructed her to do the same. she didn't and then my dad was looking around for me (no idea why he was there) and then she threw on a shirt and then he stepped on the blanket that was covering her bottom half and exposed its nakedness haa. I took off to the bathroom so I didn't have to answer his strict catholic questions and while I was in there I forgot about the situation outside and started trying to get the cream (it was like shaving cream kind of) off my face and it wasn't working out. I then started peeing (I think) or I just closed my eyes and thought of the spacious feeling I had felt during my meditation the day before and I started floating, Then I opened my eyes and to my great joy I had started levitating! then I started running up invisible stairs all around the bathroom to get higher I was so excited to have discovered how humans can fly! then it hit me "this has to be a dream" and I hit the ground and the room was getting dark and I opened the door to stimulate more senses. I swung the door open and headed to the girl, as I was walking though the rooms to get to here I couldn't believe for a moment that it was a dream then I remembered going back to bed after recording my first dream and I stopped wondering. I got to her and kissed her then I felt my night guard in my mouth so I took it out and there was some sticky spit on it (ewww) and I didn't care because it was a dream, I was going to tell this beautiful girl then it started destabilizing and pop i was awake in bed.
I was a girl who'd been forced to pretend I was a boy by my family for some reason. I always wore a wig that hid my long hair, a t-shirt and shorts. One day I ran away from home. The weather was pouring down with rain, and I came across this lady. I asked her if she knew a place that I could stay, and she told me there was a police station I could stay in. So I went, and found the place. The police were taking in people from the street as a way to amuse themselves, and have sex with them. Upon finding out that I was a girl and not a boy more crowded around me, and started to rip my clothes off..! Then I woke up..!
Morning of November 14, 2015. Saturday. I am not sure of the setting. There is a generic one-storey house I think, with a front porch. In this first part of my dream, I am outside on a bed and looking at the front of the house from the right of it. There are large tree branches coming out of the house from an area that had seemingly been a vent (above the porch) as well as from a couple windows. The tree probably takes up a lot of space inside the house but I do not go in. (The later room setting does not seem like a part of this house, though it is possible it is implied to be - there is no tree visible at that point though.) There is also a tree just outside the house. I get the impression of one of our cats (Franco) moving in the branches of both trees. I am recording something important on a cassette recorder feature (while lying on my side on my bed outside the house), some sort of singing or chanting from an unknown source. The voices are feminine and possibly related to spiritual growth or empowerment. I have slight difficulty (but not that annoying as I do not become angry) with the portable stereo’s cassette player relative to the record and play buttons, which must both be pressed at the same time with the same speed and pressure. There is a “pause” button between “record” and “play”, “record” being the last in the row and it is a bit problematic (counter-intuitive) to use as such. This is not a typical cassette player design (of the few different layouts I have used in real life), yet the highly illogical nature of the layout does not trigger lucidity. I accidentally press rewind a couple times, but it does not matter as long as I eventually record the sounds, since they apparently repeat anyway (though I am not sure how long they will continue). During this time there is something about interesting magazines (relating to either science-fiction or satire or both) coming out of nowhere, possibly based on particular sound patterns. This makes me more optimistic and cheerful for whatever reason. Later, after being with my wife for a time, my dream shifts to me seemingly being a teenager again, possibly around sixteen. I am in a room with my mother though cannot be certain of the setting’s location (as it seems only vaguely reminiscent of the southwest room in Cubitis though also vaguely reminds me of a motel room my family stayed in on our way to Florida when I was six years old and she was surprised by an unlikely tarantula on the wall). There are a few large green spiny caterpillars crawling about (mostly on the wall), a couple much longer than they would be in reality. These are supposedly the most venomous in the world and are called “Slaughterhead” caterpillars (of which I have absolutely no memory of ever having heard this term before). (In real life, it was “puss caterpillars” or wooly slugs we had to put up with - also called “saddle socks” by a few locals but that name cannot be found on the Internet and is possibly wrong as one local ridiculously called oleander caterpillars “centipedes" and warned my mother about them - my father had been stung by a puss caterpillar by accidentally putting his forearm down on one on a table in June 1978, but amazingly rode out the pain and did not want to go to the hospital.) After a time, there is a caterpillar on me, near my shoulder. My mother bravely takes it off without being stung (as if she was used to doing this - though she did check me for ticks when we lived in Chipmunk Coulee). Later, one crawls on her and she takes it off. Another one, nearly a foot long, is crawling on her side, but my dream shifts to where my gaze is fixed on beaded curtains. (There is also a point where I study my mother’s facial profile and contemplate her being very old. I find it slightly disconcerting but not that emotional - with no memory she died in 2002). I stare at the beaded curtain and notice that most of the beads are either the number three or the number four (each bead in the shape of the number I think, as the depth perception is fairly discernible), seemingly arranged randomly. I very clearly see each (of many) number three and number four figures (all identical in size - no distortion in any number or feature) in each long vertical beaded string of about a dozen hanging down across a part of the room (seemingly not in a doorway but as a room divider). (Although there are various styles of number beads in real life, I am vaguely puzzled over this feature.)
I was drawing some comic books, and painting them only with red and blue colours.
+ talk in hallway at work, I look to my left again and see DeHo has appeared. DD, SC, walk hallways at company "S" empty desks, old computers, young woman prints me a badge, walk to "cube", company "B" president P is standing there, I'm holding 2-3 coffee mugs in hand, I say "it never fails, as soon as you leave your desk, the company president comes by for a visit" + (f) in a (space ship?) which flies at the speed of light, me and another guy are taking a trip to Paris, we should get a good view as we fly over the city + hippo swallowing thumb/hand, descend escalator (have to sneak on? Get called back several times to the top?) to below-ground, large, open casino, pockets of poker players, almost empty blackjack pit, players sitting at 1st base, do I want to sit at 3rd? watch BJ dealer deal a hand, he fumbles with the cards, I wonder if players mind that he mixes up the cards, dealer picks cards up off the table and declares this to floorman, dealer turns over a card (ace of spaces?) and verifies the markings on the card that it is genuine. + working concessions at a fair, being lazy, hawking the games when my manager comes up behind me, seeing the place I used to sit and work a repetitive boring job and glad I'm not doing that any more
I keep hearing this noise as I am trying to fall asleep. Eventually it gets too loud and appears to be coming from the TV. I pull the blankets off and said knock it off, my eyes caught a glimpse of slash marks surrounding the carpet floor despite having all the lights turn off. This TV has done strange things in the past before so I shrug it off and tried to go back to sleep. That's when I began feeling ill and felt heavy but only in my head general area. The pressure began getting too intense so I got up and decided I should try to focus on something else instead of sleep. I struggle getting off the bed and I struggle even more when my feet touch the ground. I could hardly walk, the pressure in my head began to sky rocket to the point where I heard a loud bang. I attempted to open the front door of the room to get some help but quickly got dizzy. I started having clarity that I am in a dream as I could feel someone taking over my control of the dream body. Moving it and even thinking in a different way, feeling confuse didn't take long for me to wake up. I appear on the bed in different position than I was in before, I had still gained some lucidity and could still hear a noise around me. Every time I attempted to move the blankets would tie all around my legs. I kept feeling a prickling sensation through out my lower body. This went on for 10 seconds, that's when I lost awareness. I wake up again thinking I must've had a lucid dreaming and disliking how I didn't get the time to do anything adventurous. I got up and saw the bathroom lights were on and had running water flooding the floor. It was turning in to a real mess, I turn shower off and got out. I could overhear my mother speaking to someone but didn't really care to listen. I tried putting my socks to prepare for the day. It was only once I wake up again that I realize I had a false awakening. Lucidity Time: 31 seconds
I'm laying down on a couch, in a recess of a bigger room, next to a open french window. The sun is streaming in between white drapes fluttering. Their is a garden behind the window, green lawn with a tall dark green hedge and a tree that looks like a mulberry tree. The couch is warm and made of buttery smooth brown leather, I can feel the fines stiches on the cushions. The wall above me is cream and the ceilling white. The corner of the wall behind my head and going into the house is is covered up to maybe one meter and a half with smooth, cold ceramic tiles, longer than larger. There are this beautiful, deep red of chinese lacquer, and contrast very nicely with the wooden floor. I tilting my head, I can see a open door, going inside another room shrouded in darkness. I start to wonder where I am, and try to get up. My body is incredibly heavy and inyelding, and I fall of the couch. I ended up on a thick cream carpet, just in front of the open window. I can feel the warmth of the sun and a soft breeze. A little blond haired boy in a school uniform comes in from the garden. His hair are wispy and almost white, falling on his shoulders and fluttering in the breeze like the drapes. I ask him to find Eli, and he runs back into the garden without a word. I try to lift my arm, but my body still doesn't respond. I turn my head to look outside, and I see a tall man in the garden with the boy. I call Eli and he turns his head to me, smiling. He walks to me and stop right next to my hips. From the floor he looks impossibly tall, with his eyes shining in the sun. He kneels and wrap his arms around me, pulling me into a tight hug. I feel engulfed, warm, and above all, safe. In a crystal clear instant, I can feel his warmth through his cotton tshirt, his belt buckle against me, the smell of his skin and the tickle of his light stubble. I'm in the garden now, standing up under the mulberry tree. It's still a beautiful sunny afternoon, the walls of the house are a textured cream with white borders around the windows. I'm looking over the corner of the house, to the open portal. A wolf run in, followed by a pack of barking dogs. I pick her up and recognize my totem animal. Her fur is all matted and dirty, and she's pantting, but at least I've scared the dogs away. I plan to bath her and ask her what she thinks about the name I'm picked for her, but I lose the dream before I can do that. finally, I'm in my sister bedroom, she picked up two small orange stripped kittens, a male and a female. The female one is boncy and adventurous and quikly desappear into the house; the male meows at me until I pick him up and scarry him around with his fronts paw over my arm like a stuffed toys, making him purrs loudly.
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