My experience with lucid dreaming has been a difficult one. I was able to lucid dream as far back as I can remember (I guess around 3), but I am always unable to control them, I just realize I'm dreaming. Also, anytime I attempt to purposely induce a lucid dream, it doesn't work, but if I just go to sleep as normal, I will often have them. It's really confusing. So, what would be a good technique to induce lucid dreaming? Most methods that I have tried, failed. Also, does anyone have advice to better control my dream when I become lucid? Because they often go like this: I realize I'm dreaming and think, "oh cool, I finally had a lucid dream", then things go bad (more on that in a minute), OR I'm in the middle of an extremely surreal dream and suddenly become conscious of everything being so over the top, I know I must be dreaming, and become lucid. Now, when I say "things go bad", every time upon becoming lucid, my dream takes a turn for the worse. It will turn into a scary dream of some sort either with a psycho murderer suddenly appearing in my dream and trying to kill me, zombies chasing me, or a demonic entity attacking me. I will repeat to myself repeatedly "this is just a dream" or "I'm in complete control" and will attempt to change the dream, but to no avail. So I end up becoming so freaked out by my dream induced "monster" and try to "wake myself up". It's a never ending cycle that I have tried for years to break and it's beyond frustrating, so any advice on why this is happening or ways to change it will be GREATLY APPRECIATED. Thanks for reading.
fell asleep at 23:45, with the mantra "I have lucid dreams every night" I don't know If i woke up at my 6:10 alarm, but when i woke up at the 7:00 alarm, I remembered an FA: Attempted WILD, FA: I remember lying on my bed, at night. It was very dark, but I was watching a video on my laptop: "An intro to WILDs" I tried one of the exercises, and successfully created a dreamlet, but reawoke in the same FA when i attempted to do an RC. I try again, this time successfuly doing the RC, but fail to realize I'm dreaming because I feel so happy that I succeeded at WILDing. The dream fades. I wake up at 8:15, remembering some fragments about running down a hallway, calling out to a friend to "get on his plane". I also vaguely remember being a WWII fighter pilot and having a superior who was bent on destroying me. I also recall a small visual fragment of showing my then-girlfriend a gift I got her: a Christmas-themed manual photocopier. I give it a quick look-over to figure out how it works, but am interrupted when she says it's worthless. I don't remember anything after that. At 8:30, i decide to experiment with WILD. I use laberge's 61 point relaxation, hitting vivid dreamlets at the 10th point. They get deeper and deeper, and I remain aware even though I'm not using any anchors or anything(), and as I approach entry-depth dreamlets, I am awoken by a dog. I notice, to my surprise, that 30 minutes have passed. I wake up for the day.
06/26/2015 - PETER X ROMAN I’m in a huge gothic house, it’s night. I’m there with ROMAN GODFREY (Hemlock Grove). Peter Rumancek (Also HEMLOCK GROVE) steals something. He has this cart, his parents’ bodies are in it. There’s something else I can’t remember. Something powerful. Peter is hiding his identity, he’s being hunted. A wolf attacks the Gothic House. Roman thinks it might be Peter… and IT IS. Peter and Roman fight. Peter runs. He is confronted by his sister, also a werewolf. They both turn into wolves they try to escape going through a cemetary, but one session is filled with snakes. Apparently that is a calling card of a werewolf hunter, and Peter reliazes Roman must have hired them. They try to circle back, but they run into two tigers and they’re trying to get inside a catedral. Peter and his sister attack one of the tigers and kill it. The other is about to attack when I wake up. 06/26/2015 - THE NEW HOUSE I’m with my girlfriend. We’re going to my mother’s new house. She’s complaining that she doesn’t want to sleep on the second floor because my cousin Chico has returned from the dad and he’s been super weird. There’s no arguing with her, so I say we can stay in the garage. We get to the house and it’s fucking huge. There’s a weird ‘sliding stairs’ thing. The second floor has a small common room, the first floor is huge and it has a pool table. My Girlfriend says that that is not very practical. I meet my family and we sit down to have dinner. I look at Chico, he looks so much better than he did the last time I saw him before he died. He’s gained weight and his hair grew back. I eat some chocolate cake and then- 06/26/2015 - THE AMERICAN JOB I’m somewhere in the United States. Ana Cristina, a colleague of mine is there and she’s american in the dream. I’m talking about Soccer and the US. How the sport is becoming more popular here, and how I think the US can become one of the strongest teams in the near future. While Ana agrees with me, some guy doesn’t. I leave them, now I’m with friends. I recognize one of them at least, it’s my friend RAPHAEL. We break into an airport and we’re loading some barrels into this plane. Apparently we were hired to do this job. We’re surprised by security guards. There’s a gunfight. 06/26/2015 - THE FIRST LUCID I wake up in my bed. The room is dark as fuck. As per usual I check my hands and BOOM: Seven fingers. I pinch my nose and BOOM: I can breath. I’m lucid! I stip up. Everything is sort of dark. I start yelling ‘CLARITY NOW!’ Over and over until it does clear. I try to make a Superman costume appear in my closet, but no dice. I walk to the living room and run into my sister who’s making breakfast. “ANDIE, Guess what, I’m dreaming!” I announce. “Yeah, right. Prove it.” I try to fly and I manage to get a few feet of the floor. She doesn’t look impressed. “Anyone can fly these days.” I decide to leave the apartment, but I use the elevator instead of flying. I had a fucking plan. I was going to pick a random floor and knock on a door and fuck the first hot chick who appeared. Inside the elevator there’s a dad and his daughter. He starts telling me how they almost died because they were camping and there was a huge storm and I get so caught up in their tale that I forget thta I’m lucid. Fuck. Me.
06/26/2015 - THE SLASHER We’re driving on this hill, near where I am. Myself, my sister ANDIE and my aunt VERA. We’re being chased by this JASON VOORHEES type of guy. Except he can drive. I stop the car. There’s a vehicle on the middle of the road. Someone on the ground. I go check it out. My sister tells me to go back. I see Jason dude coming in his car so I run back into mine and drive away. Next thing I remember is being in my own neighborhood. Jason dude is still chasing us. Now Vera isn’t in the car anymore, instead is my friend ALEXANDRE. We manage to lose him when we pull up in front of a cop’s car. We stop by a book store. We all go in. They have loads of french books. Andie wants to buy something for someone. Alexandre knows someone in the bookshop. I wait. My sister decides on a book. When we’re heading out I run into a bunch of guys who manage this soccer club I support in Rio. IRL I hate them, but I’m awfully friendly towards them in the dream. When I leave the bookshop I’m alone. I don’t see Alexandre or Andie. I go down some stairs. Where I meet the two of them. We meet two girls, both Andie and Alexandre know them. I do not. They’re exchanging currency, because one of them is dating a foreign guy. We talk about the economy and how everything is so fucked up. From there we go to a gallery, they’re buying some clothes. When we’re leaving the store we run into Jason Dude, who seems more human. Almost afraid. I figure the cops must have done something. He steps out of our way and we leave.
To bed late again. I'm half-way through the 5th season of Sopranos with my binge-rewatch. I hope I can finish it soon so that I can eventually get to bed at an early hour for better dreaming. Only about 6 hours of sleep altogether, didn't feel tired in the morning and couldn't go back to sleep, I slept about 10 hours the day before. + at former work place, talking about the product and how late it is, trying to find my desk on a map I'm wondering how the product can be competitive when it is so late, the hardware companies have a regular schedule and if you miss the produce decision time you're out for the whole rest of the year. I see the map, I'm thinking of the number "20" for my room. + get a ride home (childhood home) from colleagues it's night time, the car comes down S. Ave stopping on F across from HC, there is the driver and one other colleague (PS from R?). I have a vision of a desk with a tall circular ornamental object, about 1 meter tall with a circular base, it's heavy. We're talking about desk (paperweights?) and I think of and mention this object. I see in the distance a HUGE construction (built by a titan?), a massive dome like on the congressional building, and huge beams, a hundred feet or longer, poking up at an angle all around the dome in a circle like a crown. I'm on HC near F, daytime. I'm looking at a car parked up against (through?) the neighbor L's brick front yard fence. Something's wrong with the car, it looks a bit beat up. Some trim is out of shape, the more I look, the more wrong I see. The car now looks bashed up, like something smashed into it. Who's going to take care of this, the rental insurance? I think now that some huge crane smashed the car and the L's fence, it looks all bashed in. See childhood home from the street, it looks dark, I'm sad, I think there's nobody in there. To the right over the G's house is another one of those massive dome/crown things being built, it's not finished yet. (A massive titan is building it? I exchange a few frustrated words with it about how it will ruin our house?) Inside my childhood home at the dining room table, seated with back to kitchen, my dad is to my left (but don't see him). On the table is a white porcelain coffee set [false memory] from my mother that my sister chose to take, I'm upset that I didn't get a shot at this set. My sister has also taken my mother's favorite cookbook, with all of her hand-written recipes stuck in between the pages. I tell my sister (she's not there) that if she takes that book, she should scan and email all the recipes to me. I flip through the pages and see some pages with my mom's neat handwriting and get sad. I look up and see a painting that my mother painted hanging on the wall. I look for her signature and see her full name written out on the lower left corner of the frame in black marker. I see (another, the same?) painting set in a free-standing floor frame on top of a (chest / bureaus?) made out of fancy marble. I don't know how I could possibly take one of these paintings back home with me. I'm thinking about what inheritance items I should claim, it's my turn now.
Morning of June 27, 2015. Saturday. In this atypical dream setup, I play two roles; I am a different character - an unknown unfamiliar male of about forty - as well as my dream-self from a different perspective much more like my real-self - though not disembodied (as is typical when I am more than one character or character’s perspective) and most often watching the action as if my dream’s scenario was part of an older and “recognized” movie. Until the ending scene, it mostly seems completely impersonal. My “arch-enemy” from school days, David K, is the leader of a group involved in organized crime. The gang is following my other character around a neighborhood in a small town. The “other me” is aware of this at times but there is no confrontation until the last scene. The “other me” has been doing gardening for the most part and does not seem to be involved in anything relating to any group of criminals or mafia associations. Finally, David is standing forward and center within a group of about nine men. The “other me” (who is shorter and stockier than I) looks at them while he is standing behind a small square “window” (just large enough to display his entire face but not much more than that) in a large tall hedge that borders a longer area of someone’s front yard. It seems that David has given the order to shoot this man (though this does not seem to bother me even though he is supposedly still the “other me” at this point). It seems a bit unusual that the man was just standing there looking at the others through the hedge’s “window” in this manner - though in some ways, seemingly caught by surprise as such (as if perhaps he had been thinking they would not notice him). Just as David’s men are preparing to shoot, most of them with rifles and soon lifting them, the man behind the hedge shoots all but two (David and one of his men behind him) with two unseen powerful guns he is apparently holding, one in each hand, which are hidden behind the hedge (which of course is highly unlikely, as he did not even have time to take aim). This comes as a sort of odd surprise even to me yet somehow also seems familiar as if from an actual movie. David is very startled and appears very worried (but is unharmed). Suddenly, the other male shoots the male who had still been standing behind David, who had been holding a pistol aimed at David’s head all that time (though I did not notice until this point). The other male comes out from behind the hedge and hugs David and David starts crying. At this point, David seems at least two feet shorter than the other male. The other male explains that he had been reading the hand signals of David’s man - and apparently David did not understand the system of hand signals his own men used, which were building up in planning to get rid of David. Around this time, my main dream-self becomes the other male and now sees from his perspective as my dream comes to a close. I am then, however, more like my actual real-self and David more reflective of his high school persona to some extent.
First dream I was walking on a highway to a big city. It was warm, summer morning. I wanted to see a nuclear power plant, and an Eiffel's Tower that was a clone of the one in Paris. Second dream I was in school. It was dark and cold autumn afternoon. I went into the cloackroom, but after a while of trying to move in the crowded, tight room I realised that I have nothing to take from my locker. I went outside, leaving everyone back, and went to a bus stop. After a while a bus appeared. I watched as two girls were entering it. One sat down, and was laughing for no reason. The other went to buy a ticket. I stood there, waiting for another bus that had better route, but when the doors started to close, I stopped them and went inside. To the laughing girl I said: "Changed my mind in the last moment." The bus arrived at the city shortly. It was midnight. The bus stopped at a dark alley. I went out of the bus with one of the girls and an old woman, and then I went on my way. Alone. I walked so slow that I thought about a better transportation way, and then I got an idea. I started to slide as if I was on ice skates, previous ice skating experiences helped me with it. I moved on the sidewalk with high speed, slided through a tunnel that wasn't there before, and decided to slide back home instead of waiting for a bus. On the road I slided past a cyclist, but he catched up with me. We both drove into a cultists lair, avoiding fireballs and ligtning bolts shot at us. Then we drove away.
Hi, figured having only listed orca dreams 2-4 was a bit confusing so better late than never, here is #1. Well, i cant really remember much. literally only one picture of seeing one orca on a concrete floor alongside a pool at likely a aquarium. not much, but now we have a source for #1 Note, these arent all the orca dreams ive had. ive had only like 2 that i can recall before june 2015. I probably had more but it was before my active involvement with my dream life. so I decided to start officially numbering them now, starting with #1 at the beginning of june 2015.
Rock Throwing I'm at the DVA with Luke Ray and one or so other guys. I see Luke swinging on a tree, so I decide to run over and do the same. It's only a small tree that has no leafs on it. It's located towards near the road near the drains. The guys are throwing rocks to one another from a long distance away. I decide to pick up and rock or brick and throw it back to Luke. I'm impressed by the power I have when I threw it. I felt good about myself. I think I was also catching them as they were thrown my way, and was worried about the rocks hurting my hands as I caught them. Im in a shed with one of the guys I was with. I'm searching for rocks with him. I point out a few, which end up being bricks. He says it's too big, so I bang the rock on something which chips away at the rock. I hand it back and his happy with it now. The rock was actually a brick. Side Notes: EFT didn't seem as effective tonight. Trying to perfect the language
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