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I remember dreaming that I was in the kitchen of my house. I let loose a bunch of cuss words for no real reason. I then became semi lucid and I was worried that I was talking in my sleep.

I remember forum user MasterMind was my college roommate. We also had this really nice dorm with two large beds that had red sheets with golden embroidery. We were talking about our lucid dreams. He told me that he was having trouble remembering his dreams. I asked him what he had dreamed about last night.

"Do you know of Janet and Jane Milleen? [false memory that these were actors/real people] Twin asian actresses. I had a dream that they were my dream guides. I don't know. My dreams are not usually that vivid. What did you dream about?"

"[false memory] I had a dream I was painting rockets orange... because orange is my favorite color."

I then found myself in a field. I wasn't on earth. There were rockets and buckets of orange paint everywhere. I realized I had gone backwards from telling him about the dream to actually dreaming the dream. I then became partially lucid. I for some reason wanted to get rid of all the rockets because I dream too much of spaceships and stuff. I started ripping them apart with my bare hands. I remember vividly throwing broken rocket parts around the grassy field.

I remember I climbed to the top of one, ripping off bits all the way. When I got to the top there was this statue of two girls dancing with one another. I thought it might be the twin actresses that MasterMind was talking about. The statue had a little wind-up key in the round base that I turned and it made them dance while music played.

I became fully lucid.

A computer error appeared. It read "Lucid dream.exe has stopped working. Would you like to wake up?" with a yes or no button. It clicked the 'yes' button without my consent and the dream changed to this big glowing purple and blue electricity orb.

I was trying to use autosuggestion to gain control of the situation.

"I am a master lucid dreamer. In a few moments, I will arrive in a new location..."

Nuts.

7.11.15

slept from 2 pm few hours, WBTB

day before talked to ophelia about how to open dream eyes

[23:28] <@OpheliaBlue|BRB> so what I do to combat that, is to just assume that when I open my eyes at all, it MUST be a dream
[23:29] <@OpheliaBlue|BRB> i'd rather be wrong and be awake and assume I'm dreaming, than have a FA and miss my chance at being lucid
[23:29] <@OpheliaBlue|BRB> so far, I've never opened my eyes, assuming I was dreaming, and been wrong
.....
[22:48] <@gab> omg OpheliaBlue
[22:48] <@gab> I did what yo told me, to the letter
[22:48] <@gab> didn't get me lucid, but anyway, I did lucid things and was telling people I am
[22:55] <@gab> took them flying around, they were amazed
[22:55] <@gab> so was I
[22:56] <@gab> I opened my eyes or otherwise came to, said this is a dream because YOU said so, decided to count my fingers
[22:56] <@gab> 6
[22:56] <@gab> wth, again
[22:56] <@gab> more
[22:56] <@gab> wooo
[22:57] <@gab> hrm, maybe it was lucid, because just before that as falling asleep I realized I have "that" feeling in back of my head
[22:57] <@gab> that I have when entering WILD
[22:58] <@gab> so thank you, OpheliaBlue

Dream 1
I was driving in my new car. I was on a ramp like those fancy highway ramps that go different places. I reached down to try and grab something, maybe my phone? and wasn't really watching the road. I noticed that I had my foot on the accelerator all the way down, and was going way to fast. I tried to slow down, but couldn't, and hit the side rail. My car went over that, and flew and hit another ramp. It then started to fall down. It was like a parking garage underneath, and the car kept falling down. I also didn't have my seatbelt, and the thought went through my head, "No one even saw this crash so am I just going to be down here forever?". Eventually the car got stuck between another ramp and a pole.

Dream 2
I was in a house, which I guess was mine even though it wasn't my waking life house. I explored around and found this room. It had all of my dads old stuff in it. There were old computers and all kinds of stuff. The computers were really cool and I wanted to keep one. My dad came in and started acting all weird and was like, "These are mine you can't have them!" I walked away and found my sister. I looked in this trashcan, and there was a big chunk of diamond sitting in there. Apparently my dad kept it there to keep it safe. I showed my sister and she took it and ran away with it. I told her that it was my dads and she couldn't steal it. Eventually I got it back and went to drop it back in to the trash can where I found it, but when I dropped it, it disappeared. I dug around trying to find it. I found some really cool magnetic rock things, but I didn't find the diamond. Then I woke up.

Dream 3
This was about 5 hours after I went to sleep. I did a quick bathroom WBTB.

I was on some kind of trip with my classmates. We were standing by the ocean. The land around us was made of these orange, rough rocks, and the ocean was a bright, lovely blue. We had to get on this train, but instead of actually getting in it, like a normal passenger train, we had to jump on to the top of it and hold on. At first I was too far away from it so I ran to an area that was closer to the train and jumped. I landed in a cart thing that was full of coal. The train was moving really fast, and as we came around this corner, it started to tip. Then, my cart tipped in to the ocean. It was a really weird feeling. I didn't want to open my eyes because I was afraid my contacts would fall out under the water, so I kept them closed. I felt the train cart above me so I swam out of the way and up to the surface. I climbed up the cliffs, about 10 feet high, using this little path. I then walked up to a higher point and I saw that all of the carts had tipped in to the water, and all my classmates were swimming back to the shore. I decided to go cliff jumping, so I jumped in, which was pretty fun. When I came back up to the surface, I saw one of my friends and said hi. When I got back up to the top of the cliffs, I became lucid.

I didn't really do an RC or anything, I just realized I was dreaming and since the location was somewhere pretty weird, I knew for sure I was dreaming. I decided to jump off the cliffs again, but higher up. I think I jumped off one that was about 30 or 40 feet high. I tried to do a backflip, but stopped when I was upside down and fell in to the water head first. It wasn't very deep so I hit the bottom and scraped against the rocks, which hurt quite a bit. Okay, lets not do that again, I thought. When I got out of the water, the dream started fading out and it went black, but I could still feel the scene around me. I could feel the rocks on my feet and hand and could hear the ocean, so I stuck my hands up in front of my face and sort of willed myself to see them. In a little bit, my vision came back and I tried to notice the little wrinkles and stuff on my hands. This increased the vividness a bit.

I decided to try the have a conversation with an inanimate object task. I picked up a rock, and said very loudly, "Hello rock!". I sat there for a bit, but nothing happened, so I threw the rock in to the water and yelled, "See ya rock!" and climbed back up the cliffs. I noticed a small building and decided I would talk to that. I decided to try and be a little more casual and natural, like I was talking to a friend. I went up to the building and said, "Hey building, how's it going". I waited a little bit, and then the front started morphing. The two windows in the front turned in to eyes and a large dome thing spread out from the door. I noticed it looked a monkey face. I said, "What's up?" and moved a little closer. The dome that came out from the door lifted up in the air a bit and moved closer to me. It was like that game, Hungry Hungry Hippos, where you press the button thing and your hippos mouth lifts up and you have to try and eat the white marble things. I tried a couple more times to talk to it, and it did that motion every time. I gave up and walked away. I went behind the building, but as I was doing so, my dream faded.

#448 - DILD - 9:28AM

Just a short and sweet entry here... I got to get caught up on some sleep and hit on lucidity. I had actually woke up around 1am and tried sleeping in the recliner to induce lighters sleep, but I seemed to have been too tried to make and difference. Around 5AM the sunlight woke me and I moved back to bed with a sleep mask. I recalled several dreams throughout the night.

Summary:
I am on a bus trip. I see a hotel and stadium with the word "Floriday". I suddenly remember that I was dreaming and do the eye movements practice. The dream quickly falls apart and I try to stabilize. I am fooled by a FA that turns sexual.

I was on a bus ride with several other young men. I felt like I was in high school and recalled my mom said something about letting her know when I'll be back so she can pick me up. We ride through a down town area that I thought might be Madison, Wisconsin, but I become confused when I see a hotel with the word "Floriday" on it. Later we pass a stadium that reads: "Floriday Panthers" in purple and yellow. I wonder if I am in Floria and I try to take a quick picture of the stadium sign, but we are moving too fast. We then pass a city bus stopped on the road and the enter a more wooded area. I suddenly become lucid like I had briefly forgot that I was dreaming and came back. Oh yeah I was dreaming! I am not sure if I had been lucid, lost it, then recovered it, but it sure feels like it. The outside of the bus begins to darken and I quickly search my mind for goals. I recall the first thing was to practice eye movements for a later experiment. As I do it, I realize that I went right-left vs. left-right, but figure it doesn't matter. As I look both ways twice the dream severely distorts and I find myself in a bardo. I try not to wake up and begin clapping and rubbing my hands. After a while I am fooled by a false awakening.

I am next to some alternate version of my wife clapping my hands. I have woke her up and she asks what I am doing. I tell her that I did it (the lucid task). She begins to talk a lot and I tell her to let me try to reenter the dream. She gets quiet, but cuddles to me and I realize she is naked waste down. I'm really focused on DEILD, but she quickly convinces me to have sex. I wake up just as we get started.

I was a superhero's partner. under a bridge was our cool hangout with tons of guns.
many bad guys wanted to take over this base we had but we always stopped them.
there was tons of weird stuff going on, there was this bush with a fence so u could not reach to it.
so if u tried to take the bushs berries a black being would appear and try to take you over the fence.
when this bush thing happend i was also on a party close to our base and more closer to that bush.
after the party was trashed by bad guys my partner died.
so i returned to the base to hide under a bed but the bad guys found me.
one of the bad guys told me that if ill give her oral sex she will join me.
feeling desperate i did.
then we ran out to a road and i'd notice that we are not in sweden(where i live)
so it hit me that im sleeping.
i tried to summon a car but failed.
i thought to mysel that im doing something wrong.
then i tried to fly and i thought dont just think fly try to imagine the feeling of flying.
and there i was floating a meter above the ground.
but i felt like someone was carrying me so i'd feel scared and stop.

Well in this dream I was lucid and non lucid. It was a very stressful dream for me when i woke up but i have a feeling it could have been from stress. If not then my dreaming mind just really hates me and maybe the thought of it once just happen to trigger it.

Anyways the dream started with me walking around my house to downstairs where I was talking to a dream character. Suddenly Rose Quartz from Steven Universe popped up dressed as a maid. Noticing the change of the setting into a restaurant, I made a joke about how i was going to look like her and serve people their food and drinks in a silly manner. That's when i started acting silly than out of no where i think the guy with me or another guy came up to me and poked me in my stomach area than pushed it inward. I couldn't see their face just noticed the silhouette. I told it to stop but when it wasn't stopping i ran around.

I think i appeared upstairs than ran downstairs again and when i was about to enter a room the character slid holding its hands out in front of me. I felt like it was a ticking bomb of fear and dread and ran the other way. I also have a feeling it was dressed in ragged clothes. Like a grey/navy blue sweater with baggy jean pants or something like that. Anyways I ran away than appeared on my mom's bed thinking i was awake. I got up than looked in the living room and the character appeared. Couldn't see how it looked but i could feel it there.

I was afraid it was with my dad than reappeared on the bed and felt someone putting their finger on my belly button like they were trying to go through me. It hurt a lot so i prayed about it. Even though I thought it might be a demon in the dream that was obviously not the case. I kept feeling the pain and tried to move the finger but it was no use. It kept positioning back to the same spot. It ended up vanishing when i got the feeling that i sent it away but than my eyes were force closing and i reappeared on the bed again with the same pain. I let it hurt me till I woke up trembling.

:/ Hmm.....Guess it could be a stress sign or just random dream pain from the thought of how it happened before.

Early Evening of July 11, 2015. Saturday.



I had been working on a project with a large set of new music tracks and got stuck at trying to create the rather low-pitched cuíca-like sound from Peter Tosh’s “Rock With Me” (though I was able to copy most of the percussion rhythms otherwise in the way I wanted) and have become frustrated since nothing I can find, no sample, no actual instrumentation attempts, sounds anything quite like it. I lower the pitch of the MIDI cuíca (as my main otherwise very realistic drum kit in SFZ sounds nothing like a proper cuíca sound and is too smooth - and there is no feasible way to control note lengths, up or down stroke, pitch variation, or other important dynamics - thus a cuíca sample or MIDI format or even an audio loop for that matter, is mostly useless) and sequence it to match the organ bubble rhythm, but it just is not suitable and does not have a viable feel in the track. I have it set to exactly 86 bpm and do not feel like taking the sound out of the actual track, which is probably not very feasible because of how much it blends in. (In my dream, it seems that a yellow grape tomato is also called a “cuíca” for some reason.)

Even though it is rather low-pitched, I somehow am able to duplicate the sound in-dream with a small yellow grape tomato (“Sun Drop”) by holding it between my index and middle fingers and rubbing it with my thumb. This seems a bit unusual to get a low-pitched cuíca sound by rubbing a small tomato as such, but it works. I become aware of the plan to integrate it into a musical recording. More than one little yellow tomato is required, as once the eighth snare hit occurs on some verses, it needs to be popped to create the very light splashy cymbal sound, which is almost inaudible in the original track other than the intro pattern of the kick, snare, and cymbal prior to the start of the song. At one point, I eventually seem to be in a classroom setting (though no one else is around) with relevant algorithms written on the green chalkboard. This is the kind of rather ridiculous non-lucid dream I get when taking a nap earlier in the evening, especially when eating something I am mildly allergic to (in this case, chicken and peanut butter sandwiches, one of my favorite snacks, though an older brother was more allergic to peanut butter than I am). I still have not solved the cuíca issue, even after watching about a dozen videos with experts and performers, mostly in Spanish and Brazilian Portuguese. It is probably something in the back of my mind but has yet to emerge. I also seem to recall a “Fat Boys” cassette from the 1980s where they copied a very similar low-pitched cuíca rhythm, though vocally.

By some strange coincidence, “cuíca” is Portuguese for a type of small opossum which is known to make a high-pitched sound. How amusing.

A cat jumped on my bed in the morning and woke me up. I couldn't recall anything.

I’m at a friend’s house. He and his friends are talking about some new musical that he wrote. I say it’s fine as long as he’s not singing it too, he can’t sing a lick. I walk around his house for a bit, until I realize I’m in my old living room. Wait, this doesn’t seem right. I instantly become lucid. I was now the only person in the house, so I decided to do some tasks. There’s a plant in a pot next to me in the living room with a couple seeds on it. I go to grab one. OUCH FREAKING HECK. The seeds are incredibly sharp to the touch, almost like a large sand spur. I try to find a less sharp one on the plant to no avail. I just decide to pull a seed out of my pocket, and sure enough, I find a small orange-seed-looking seed. I plant it in this small corner of my living room that is made of dirt. I turn around and back again to find a small tree in its place. It’s very short, but the trunk is very big around. A small stem with 3 leaves stuck out the top. I figured that was good enough.

I next wanted to talk to an inanimate object. I flew up to the attic for some reason, but had no luck talking to anything there. I tried a couple different objects around the house, but still nothing. I kind of forget what all happened next, but I ended up with a fairly heavy trash bag of something (I vaguely remember that it might have been the chopped down tree, but it could have been something worse like a body). I walked a bit out the front door and tossed the trash bag to this large tree with a face that was growing in my front yard. As it landed at the base of the tree, I shouted out at it.
“Thanks, tree!”
“No problem, boss.”



I wake up in my bed back in my present home. I have this weird feeling that I usually have after waking up from a nap - it’s like I can’t feel the sheets or bed, so I feel like I’m floating just above the bed. I can usually break this feeling without much effort (though it usually feels so pleasant that I don’t bother). However, for some reason I feel fairly paralyzed and can’t move. On top of that, my legs are actually floating higher than the rest of my body. They continue to rise as I inhale, eventually pointing up to the ceiling, and then lower themselves back down to the bed as I exhale. I hear footsteps coming down the hallway, and I start to panic a bit, wondering what my parents will think when they see me floating with my legs pointed up in a strange position. I exhale and try to keep from breathing, and I slowly lower back into to the bed, finally able to move. I sit up as my mom walks in. We head out to this elevator to go downstairs.



The elevator is really small and has not many features other than its cold metal walls and the red screen to show what floor we are at. I start to get a bit panicked, since usually in my dreams elevators tend to break and plummet. Wait, in my dreams… Of course, I’m an idiot. The elevator jerks to a halt, but before its inevitable fall to the ground, I quickly shove open the doors and get out.



I’m now in this large hotel conference room. I have no idea what’s going on. It looks like as big of an event as Comic-Con, but there’s not anyone dressed up or anything. I grab a flyer and take a look. “Fourth Annual Nerd Convention.” The convention’s literally a large gathering of incredibly smart people. I feel kinda out of place in this large crowd of nerds, so I make a break for the exit. Instead, I find myself in another room of the nerd convention. I walk through several rooms, each time finding another section of this massive Nerd-Con. I get incredibly frustrated, and in a fit of desperation, I shout “NERDS!” angrily at the top of my lungs. Everyone turns to me and happily shouts “NERDS!” as well. Soon, a chant of “NERDS!” starts sweeping across the convention center.

I wake up again. This time my laptop is in my lap, and I’m now on DreamViews Chat, talking with Mismagius. “Woah, that’s a pretty crazy dream. ^O^”
I try to type, “Pretty much, yeah”, but the words keep coming out wrong, and I have to try to retype it several times. Wait a minute, I didn’t even tell him my dream yet. Oh, I’m still dreaming, dang it. I now try to type out, “Oh wait, I’m still dreaming”, but the keys still aren’t quite working right. Wait, why am I even bothering to type? I’m freaking dreaming! I throw my laptop on the bed and get up to try some more stuff.

I recently read this thread on transformation, and since I’ve always struggled with transformation in dreams, I figured I’d give it a shot. The guide suggests starting out small and getting used to the feeling of controlling new body parts, by growing extra fingers and feeling how you can still control them individually. I look down at my hands to find that I only have 4 fingers at the moment. I grabbed my pinky and stretched it out towards the end of my hand, forming a fifth finger and returning my hand to (relatively) normal. I continue to do this until I have about seven fingers, and then I try bending each one individually. I shake my hand to return it to normal, but instead this just mixes up my hand even more. I have fingers sticking out of other fingers, and eventually I even have a finger that stretched across my other fingers, holding them all together. I pull this finger off my hand completely, but I don’t know what to do with it. I make sure no one’s looking, and then toss it in one of the laundry hampers. Shortly after this, however, I wake up for real.

Morning of July 11, 2015. Saturday.



It seems that my family and I are at an unfamiliar and unknown campground (and no name is perceived that I remember). Over time, some sort of unusual phrase seems to dominate the back of my mind in this possibly fictional location. It is something like “dust comes from the dirt weasel” or something similar. It does not seem to relate to an actual weasel or any other animal. At one level, it may relate to the link between “dust devil” and “Tasmanian devil” (cartoon version when relevant to spinning and creating a miniature tornado) and my association with my childhood “Wild Weasel” dream.

Mostly, there are two males that seem imposing. I am not certain of their intent. I somehow control movements of wind and dust (at some points, as an actual dust devil) to keep them back. One man seems particularly intent on possibly getting to us, and his motives are likely destructive or at least problematic, but I manage to hold and control whatever forces (which control the wind and air-blown “streams” of dust) are pushing him back. He never gets past this implied barrier, though the forces vary from strong to very strong to light enough so that he is able to move one step forward (though always moves back a step). Wind and dust both usually relate to the passage of time.

Fragment 1: The dream took place in a grassy area with some hills and trees. Was more like a movie than an interactive dream. A single being (I don't remember if they were human) went into a opening at the side of a cave and by doing so it changed the area somehow. (I don't remember how)

Fragment 1: Something about cats. Not sure what happened exactly. It took place in a fancy restaurant.

Fragment 2: A nightmare about having too much homework over the summer. (My mom gave me homework over the summer in a workbook.) It seemed the book had a lot more pages than before.

Fragment 3: I had to cross many rope bridges which were connected by tree-house-like structures. The first bridge I crossed was very shaky. There was somebody behind me supporting me (I'm not sure who). There were food stands after I crossed all the bridges. It took place in a forest during the day.