Hi everyone, I have been wondering for some time now if many people could simply chose to dream something in the afternoon and when they go to bed actual dream it. If you can do this how specific of a dream can you chose to have and how much time did it take you to learn how to do this. can you do this whenever you desire or just on random nights. Thank you for your response!
Two women are speaking. One of them, the only human in this dream, has made a deal to trade places with someone. But it's being explained to her now that the person she's traded places with was fated to die at a certain age; they were to be what's referred to as the tithe to hell. That's now her job. At 24, she's already past that age. The woman explaining this to her sounds amused at her situation, but she resents the tithe to hell itself - doesn't like having to submit to someplace else's authority. The human picks up on this resentment, and makes a suggestion. She believes that as a human, she can access the place they refer to as hell in a way that this woman can't; there's something stored there that allows that place to hold authority here. If she could reach it, there'd be no need for the tithe. It's unlikely to work, but still an intriguing offer. Scene change. The human's standing at the back of a line passing through a small gate in a rock tunnel. The other people here are goblin-like creatures, and she's wearing the same type of clothes as theirs for a disguise, along with an eyepatch - the eyepatch is important because the people here all bear wounds proudly. Although the guard at the gate is familiar with most of the people passing through, talking like they're old friends, he apparently isn't bothered by a stranger's presence; he waves her through without a second look. Listening to a song with the line, "I ran away from my vows."
I’m driving with my boss, driving a load of desktop computers to our next destination. For some reason my boss let me drive the van, even though I have no clue where I’m going. So when we get to an intersection, I don’t know which way to go. “Where am I going?” He says something, but the AC in the car is roaring too loudly for me to hear it. “What?” He doesn’t respond. I turn off the AC and ask again, but he still ignores me. I finally get to the intersection and drive straight, hoping for the best. My boss finally scolds me, “You were supposed to turn right!” “Well maybe I would’ve known that if you had spoken up!” We get into a bit of a heated argument. I don’t see, however, that the road I’m on takes a sharp right and turns into an entrance ramp to the interstate. To the left of the turn is a deep chasm that looks almost bottomless. It’s pitch black at the bottom, despite the sunny day that should be lighting it up. I don’t have much time to react, so I turn the wheel sharply to the right. The left two tires of the van go over the edge, and it looks like the rest of the van isn’t going to stop in time. I suddenly have an intense fear that I’m going to die. My life flashes before my eyes (if that’s possible in a dream), and I start screaming in panic. Luckily, in some miraculous act that looked like messed up video game physics, my front right tire stays at the top of the cliff and pulls the rest of the van up back to safety. I take a massive sigh of relief, while my boss continues to scold me for missing the turn, obviously not at all grateful to be alive. I was a little mad and confused myself. Where the heck is the guardrail? Why is there even a cliff in Florida? This seems weird enough to me that I quickly become lucid, but the scene is already disintegrating by this point, and I wake up in my bed. I try to DEILD back into the dream, but despite getting some strong vibrations, I can’t quite make it and decide to abort the attempt. --- I’m back at college, even though it takes place at my old high school building. The structure of my day is like it was back in high school - 8 periods of different classes with 4 minutes between each period. Basically the only thing collegiate about this dream is the difficulty of the classes. The only class I remember well is this higher level Spanish class. My friend talked me into taking it because it’d be easy credits. I took two years of Spanish back in high school, so I figure it can’t be that hard. The teacher hands us our first homework assignment: a 30-page excerpt from an English novel that we have to completely translate into Spanish by the next class. I quickly skim the contents of the assignment; a lot of the words are quite large, and some I don’t even know the definitions of in English. I was wrong. So horribly wrong. I turn to my friend who convinced me to sign up for this class. “I thought you said this was supposed to be easy!” “It is. I can finish this in like 5 minutes.” “What are you, half Mexican?” “Ah, quiet down, you bebé grande.” I stare blankly at my paper, hoping for some divine revelation to show me how to tackle this great feat. Looking around the classroom, I notice that all the students are using some big book that looks like an old White Pages directory to do their assignment. There’s one of these under my desk, so I pull it out to examine it. An English to Spanish dictionary, huh? I guess this will be pretty easy. I look back at the clock to see how much time I have left. It’s 11:30. Okay, this class gets out at 11:45, right? Wait no, today’s Friday, so classes get out at... The bell rings. ...11:30… I start panicking again, since this class seems way too hard to struggle through for a whole semester. Wait, it’s still the first week of classes, I can drop the class without any penalty. But then my credit hours would drop too low, and I’d lose my scholarship. So I have to find another class to replace this one. But how am I gonna find a replacement class and fill out the paperwork before 5pm when the offices close? Luckily, I don’t have to make that decision, as I wake up first.
Buying a fan I'm at Home Depot shopping for a new ceiling fan. I decide on what I want and go to find a cart. As I'm getting the cart, I see a guy I know who's also getting a cart. We greet each other but end up going to different places in the store. Now I have the fan box in my cart. The supporting hardware I need for it is upstairs, so I head towards an escalator. Now I'm upstairs with the escalator at my back and electrical in front of me. The ceiling is probably 50 feet up, and the electrical hardware is hanging around two large columns. There's some automated mechanism to try out the fans, so I use it. Now my new fan is mounted at ceiling height between the columns, so I have to look straight up to see it. I realize that, even though I thought it was a three-bladed fan, it's actually a four-bladed fan with one blade missing. Also, the other blades are attached to the motor by some kind of swivel mount, so as the thing is rotating, it's wobbling all over the place. I find a rotary switch nearby and play with the speed of the fan, trying to get it into a stable configuration. I know I'm just wasting my time since I'll be putting this fan back and getting one without a missing blade, but it's a fun challenge. Now I'm looking at the switches for sale. I see three that would fit my needs: a paddle switch with no ornamentation, a paddle switch with a kind of "bunch of grapes" design molded onto the top and bottom, and something else. I kind of like the grapes one. Fragment I'm in a motel room with Keira getting both of us ready to go to the beach while we wait for the rest of the family to get back from their outing.
I've just become lucid, not sure how, and I'm walking into a restaurant. Sadly, this does not remind me of the 5-star restaurant totm. For some reason I think that the totm is to perform a card trick on some DCs (guess I was remembering the magic show one from last month..). I walk through the front of the place, heading towards the back, and I see my friend J sitting alone at a round table. I am determined to stay lucid, so when she says hi I return it quickly and keep walking right on past. She has distracted me before. I reach the back of the room and there are many more DCs. The hum of conversation fills the air. 3 or 4 people are sitting around another round table laughing and playing cards. A very large deck of neat-looking cards are spread haphazardly in the middle of the table. I approach and stand to the right of the dealer, a red-headed character I'm not sure is male or female. He/she explains to the player across the table that the next card he/she deals will be an "anti-cabbage" or "no cabbage" card and that he should not worry. I decide that I'm gonna replace it with a cabbage card! Muahahahaaa.. So, the dealer shuffles a big chunk of the deck (most of it is still lying all over the table), holds it forward and prepares to hand the top card to the player. I hold up my two fingers in front of me as if I'm holding a card. I see nothing, but kind of feel something and have confidence that it will work. I quickly slide my invisible cabbage card under the dealer's fingers and watch as the player receives and looks at the card. His face registers shock and a bit of anger at the "lying" dealer. I laugh and run off. The front of the restaurant has become a grocery store and I'm navigating through the shelves. My lucidity and recall takes a downward turn and all I remember is someone is chasing me and I'm running away with a strange mix of excitement and fear.
Morning of July 1, 2015. Wednesday. Notes: Ever since I was young, I found out (at least for me) that a fulfilling session of intimacy always brought me into the state of blissful sleep paralysis. In fact, sometimes this changeover was so immediate and primarily passive, I sometimes did not move into my long-acknowledged self-as-dream-maker role. I would almost always start to hear loud hypnagogic audio before the beginning of sleep paralysis (though not directly related to the state in my experience - though everyone seems different). Imagine my immense surprise as I got older, when people wrote of hypnagogia as being a problematic “condition” (often regarding some sort of “disorder”) and almost always wrote of sleep paralysis as mostly a negative experience of “shadow people” or a dark presence (a load of nonsense in my case - I discovered that the shadow was my conscious mind becoming less-defined as I was then more into the dream state - the opposite of what most people seem to believe). No one could be more baffled than I am over the things I have seen in typical dream literature (especially idiotic “interpreter” sites), none of which has resonated with me throughout my life. I mention this in somewhat of a prologue here, as I entered the first dreamscape this time at a passive level. (My first dream of the night is almost always vivid and lucid as I remain in a “carryover” self-as-dream-maker state. I do not usually document such dreams online, especially as they are often very similar and mostly without any plot or theme.) After fulfilling intimacy, I almost immediately heard an imaginary sound pulse as I remained on my back for a time (though I do not typically sleep all night on my back). It was three loud knocks (seemingly on a fictional “dream floor” I was lying on - or rather, a typical state of perceptual bilocation in this state), moving from my right to my left; that is, first knock on my right, second knock right “above” me, and third knock on my left. It does not surprise me at all that there is an actual superstition related to this. Of course, I do not buy it any more than the “shadow people” story. Save that for the people who believe in “dream dictionaries” and the syndicated Wishing Well newspaper feature. In my dream, I and my family are living in a large unfamiliar house (though it also seems like a composite in afterthought - one which includes the Loomis Street house and my old Cubitis home). I am involved in sorting things out; mostly a large number of paperback books. For some reason, I have glued at least three paperback books to the otherwise featureless wall covering their back cover with glue and pressing them up. They remain just above my head, though the third one (farthest right) is slightly lower. They are all the same title but different editions. I clearly see the differences on each cover. Two of the covers show the heads and upper shoulders of two ship captains (one with a thick beard, one without) on each in a diagonal layout, but one cover of those two has an embossed tessellated flame design over mostly blue while the other cover is flat (though with otherwise mostly the same imagery), which distinguishes it from the other edition. The other book (first one from my left) looks of an older style of painted cover art (perhaps late 1960s) in mostly darker greens, blues, and grays, and displays a warship and a submarine underneath. I no longer recall the title, though. I know it had “captain and the” in it, possibly “The Submarine Captain and the Warship Captain”. For several minutes, I think about what I am doing, wondering if the books will just eventually fall off the wall, the glue not being strong enough to hold over time. This does not happen though and I go into a dream within a dream - though only for a short time before returning to my main dream setting. In this one, I am at a book store seeking a particular edition of this title, asking if they have the “thirteenth edition” (my wife was born on a Friday the thirteenth - though I do not link this association in-dream), but then I realize that the book store owner may not have a clue which edition is which, especially in a secondhand store. I will likely have to do everything on my own, as usual. This is a rather strange reflection, as I have the mind of a passionate book collector in-dream, something I have never been in reality and could not care less about having several copies of the same title in different paperback editions. Even so, I am puzzled over my actions in both layers of my dream, though mainly the “why” of gluing the books on the wall in the first place. I cannot quite work out why I am doing this - especially in my vague concern about the longevity of the setup. I am thinking that we should turn our house into a bookstore, though mostly using the porch for patrons. I think that I will mention this to Zsuzsanna and we can start running our bookstore as soon as possible. I notice a young girl lying on the couch (opposite the wall where the books are glued). My youngest son is also there but slightly older than in reality. I sit down near them and “remember” that the girl is my daughter, though for some reason I cannot remember her name at all. I am thinking it may be something like Rebecca. I am vividly aware of small grains of sand on the couch, which has been opened out into a single bed that reminds me clearly of my couch/bed in Cubitis for a time (of the kind of couch where the back just drops down in contrast to the one we now have in reality that opens out into a larger bed from a compartment underneath). Even the texture and color looks like the one I had as a teen (for about two years or so). Feeling quite strange over not remembering my own daughter’s name I begin to develop an idea on how to get it without being seen as uncaring. I ask her “What is it you like to be called?”. She calmly answers with “Belly”. Oddly enough, this fictional nickname is somewhat an unlikely form of my real daughter’s name (Isabelle) and strikes me as such (“returning” my memory) that my dream is fractured and I very slowly wake. However, I would hope that this is not the name she will use any more than “Izzy” (which I also do not personally care for that much, no offense to the Izzys of the world).
Epic! Wow what a night, 20 minutes of accumulated voice notes. Vivid, present, weird, somewhat sexy, too involved with the plot to get lucid + it's night, trying to find restaurant, only a Whole Foods is open, go in, talk with guy there, leave, see fancy Japanese restaurants, don't want, on bike, return, soldiers sitting at tables confront me outside, enter, I'm part of a two-man team of invincible military AI. + (epic!) night, urge to fly slowly up to observe shifting night-time perspectives, see rows of houses on hills, see old Mission, a force repels me from flying over cemetery and causes heart pain, fly through utility area, meet the inventor of the Commodore 64 and start conversation but he's busy, business renamed from "Big" to "Bigger", guy shows me new big exotic/erotic huge mall/bordello, enter, gay sex glitches the alien AI (room cold, like Italy), enter my room, "ding dong" to summon my girl, hang bag, cell phone glitched, wander massively long hallways on skates ("not allowed!"), enter and leave store, see sports store 2nd level, cant find room, leave to parking lot, encounter 2 girls from bordello, they talk to me and multiply into crowd of about 10, founder talks about girl allocation algorithm +(f) see my mother + "tennis" match with older woman, racquet selection, she double faults, I'm ahead 3-0, I ask how many games per set repeatedly but she never answers + chocolate chip cookies for the homeless kids floating on the lake, covered pond building where nothing will grow, that's ok, start the plants elsewhere then transplant them here. + food counter with girlfriend and a guy friend, she eats my shrimp, huge tasty looking ribbon of omelet laced with salami, eating with fingers with friends, leave, return, skipping /sliding on pavement I'm cheating by levitating, kiss her hand and hold it, back inside she's sad because the staff wouldn't give her toilet paper, guy friend cracks a joke. + walking down crowded bleachers, women and daughters geared for event, walk along front of bleachers to another group with female leader, I climb stairs and see tons of guitars, must be guitar playing clinic, I plan to sneak back and crash the classes, see apAnthony Soprano Jr. With lining-bolt shaped guitar, invite him to crash the class with me but he says I'm way better than him I disagree
I was hanging out with Dreamer when I noticed that there were strange patches of hairs on my legs. Dreamer was on her phone but I was a bit worried about these patches so I asked her if she would have a look at them for me. Upon closer inspection, the patches looked like cauliflower and broccoli. I tried pulling them out and they we deeply rooted, all the way to the bone. Chunks of flesh and skin came out with the roots of the vegetables. The more I pulled out, the more vegetables there were. I thought to myself, this is getting to be a pretty common dream sign. After awhile there was a huge gaping wound about the size of my forearm that was filled with vegetable soup. I poured the liquid out and there were more vegetables still. I then thought to myself, "Ohhhhh this is a dream sign because this is a dream." I took Dreamer in my arms and started to walk outside. The door to get outside was locked, I felt for a key and turned it in the keyhole. The door opened and I walked outside. I began to fly with Dreamer while trying to remember the new tasks. I felt very insecure about my abilities and so I said, "I am calm, I am powerful, I am stable." I fell to the ground immediately and couldn't fly anymore. I started to panic and then I woke up soon after. Stayed still, waited to deild. The next dream started with me being in a car with my dad and Dreamer. My dad was trying to park but he was having trouble with the strange australian parking rules. Some pretty lady walked up to the car and asked us to roll down the window. I rolled mine down. She asked us to hand over any vegetables or fruits that we had. I handed her a bag filled with vegetables and started to explain how they came from my body. She looked unphased and threw them in the trash. My phone made a loud noise and woke both Dreamer and me up.
Updated 07-01-2015 at 05:21 AM by 66732
Black: non-dream Blue: non-lucid Red: lucid Dream - parrot and cat I'm in school, though it looks like my university building (19th century, really majestic as fuck, dark wood and nothing concrete, huge building), and I'm talking to my friend Olly in the hallways. I see something that says '9th of July' and absolutely just go into panic mode... My presentation is on the 10th so I was like "no way! It can't be! it has to be wrong!" turns out it was the 7th of July which is still wrong but it made me feel a bit better. Then I spotted a parrot inside and wondered "why is a parrot inside"... Me and Olly approached it and I told him how my neighbour used to have a parrot just like that one. We decide to take it outside, along with a black cat that had appeared. I carried the parrot and Olly carried the cat, Olly isn't the biggest fan of cats either . We open the doors to go outside and I throw the parrot into the air, it flutters its wings and flies away while the cat just walks off, Olly has a look of disgust on his face and wipes his hands on his shirt. I notice that the bird pooped on me too a bit on my arm and on my shirt but I wasn't too bothered. Me and Olly then went back inside and walked up a few flights of stairs, kind of just wandering around I guess. We end up on the top floor and discover that there's a martial arts class going on, there's a bunch of people swinging 'no dachi' swords around in practice and they're dressed up in black japanese garbs. I think I boasted that I was really good at using these swords and attempted to duel someone, but I woke up around this point too and it's all a bit blurry.
I went to take me wild nap around 7:50 o'clock and I got all relaxed and comfortable and placed my elbow over my eyes as a anchor (using BillyBobs wild guide) and to keep my eyes for fluttering open.. they just wont stay closed! After about 10 minutes I see patterns then a white patterned thing with circles in it (hard to describe sorry) and got excited for a moment and calmed down. It continued for a bit longer and then just darkness. The usually deep greenish and blue patterns are gone and I wonder if it worked. I open my eyes to see if it was a false awakening I went to do reality checks and I didn't make it into my dream unfortunately .
#445 - DILD - ??? OK I'll keep this entry super short and summarized because it was a total flop are far are lucid dreams go. I have a strange bathroom experience with the toilets flushing by themselves and the usual public restroom oddness I bounce from this to having repeated false awakenings over and over and eventually do a nose plug. I have a type of in-dream-WILD and get out of bed. The dream is extremely unstable and I do my best to stabilize. I eventually find myself admiring some super detailed but, very plastic, wood veneer before giving up on the dream totally thinking that I ran out of REM cycle. Of course, I go on to having some other super vivid and detailed non lucid dream soon after.
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