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Someone was in a bus he was being drove to erea 51
To meet these aliens the word aliens was written in sand
and then the dream changed i flew trew a window
and broke into a house i boiled water in a kettle
i must have being makin tea i was lucid for a bit in the dream
then lost lucidity but i will lucid dream again tonight
someone dared me to go to erea 51 and i did so task of month
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non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening

I am attending my guru's teachings and one afternoon session is cancelled due to some couple who objects something very strongly. I hear them saying something about cruelty and dead animals. I don't know what's going on, but what they say doesn't make sense. Next day we're back in and the guru makes us watch some footage of a horrible tv show (apparently) in which puppies are squashed on stage by big machines. I want to vomit with the horror and I don't understand what I am seeing. I cry but I keep watching, because ignoring it won't undo it. I understand that I must go beyond my suffering and make it about their suffering. Also, I must develop compassion for the sick bastards who're behind this "thing". That's not so easy.

#457 - DILD - 3:02AM

My recall was pretty poor, but I managed to remember one of the two from last night.

I am at work eating some muffins that someone brought. I guess I remember that I was trying to get lucid because I suddenly become lucid without any real reason. The dream goes dark, but I already have a bite of muffin in my mouth. I notice the chocolate chips and just focus on the taste and the act of eating. As I wait, someone starts talking to me in the bardo (void) and I respond something random before I wake up.

The other LD I wont count because all I can recall is noticing an FA and doing a nose plug, then getting out of bed. I remember being way to tired to try to recall and record and end up trying to record in a dream. I wake again and decide that I am just too tired to care.


I remember another super vivid non lucid dream about Wurlman. I go visit him in his house in the middle of a field. I look around and only see treeless farm in all directions. My wife and I are drinking with Wurlman and his wife and having a good time. I need to pee and for some reason do it outside next to my car. As soon as I start peeing all these random people show up and I have to make extra efforts to hide myself. People bring more beer and pizza and I join in but I can't get over the fact that P.P. is there. I don't like this guy and I don't understand why Wurlman invited him. I keep trying to ask Wurlman about this, but everything is too crazy and chaotic to be able to have a conversation until I wake up.

I feel like now i am able to recall my dreams at will, i always know how it will happen and what I have to do. I just lay in bed and ask myself what my dreams were, and they COME to me. Even when I'm sure I didn't have any, they will always come.

I could remember two dreams, they were both pretty vivid and LONG, I remember the first one in most detail and can't recall a lot of the second one.


I don't remember who I was, but I'm pretty sure I wasn't myself. I had recently out of the blue decided to escape wherever I was and run away. I was in this giant forest where there was a scientific facility. When there was no one around, I started running into the forest. I walked for a little bit, then the slope began to get higher and the foliage thicker. That was when I came to this huge ravine; the drop below was like a bottomless pit. It was all very beautiful however. When I was there, this helicopter flew over me and it was carrying this large what looked like white panel that was probably going to be used for construction. It fell off of the helicopter and came crashing down, taking a couple trees with it and went down into the ravine. I was scared the helicopter would see me, so I hide low among the trees. When the helicopter was gone, I ran, following the edge ravine and in the general direction of where I believed another facility to be. I eventually came to a building where there were lots of people. I managed to sneak in. At some points I had to fight people but I kept running towards the exit. Fast-forward after I pretty much escaped, I was in this Target (the store) and that was where I met this girl who must've been around 20ish, I was around the same age as her although as I previously stated, I wasn't the one having this dream. Anyway for some reason I asked her if she wanted to join me on the run and she said yes. It was decided, we did some things together for a little bit, then the dream fades.

Another dream I had that I was just remembering now; I was at this village with my father and it was getting to be nighttime, I went for a walk for some reason and my dad told me to be careful, I think he was warning me about werewolves and some other evil creatures. There was ALOT more to this dream but I simply can't remember it.

Back To School
I arrive at my home town football oval. I can see my brother in the distance kicking to the football. It's pretty packed and the cricket nets are full also. I see dad is here in his car. He may have dropped me off. I walk into the club rooms where there's quite a few people. It looks to be the first day of school because they're sorting out who goes it what class. I hear my name called out and I try to get their attention. Eventually they hear me and I walk over to the table where they called my name. It's a lady I'm talking to, and I ask her a serious but stupid question. I ask what year I completed last year. I think it was either 10 or 11. I feel lucky to be completing school as I know how important it is to work hard at it. I feel mature and willing to do so.

I get a phone call from someone that works for welfare. I explain a bit of my situation to her and she tells me that she may be able to get me on some sort of help. I break down, as I don't expect to hear that someone is willing to help. I explain how hard it is for me.

I'm back at the footy ground and I'm surfing behind the goals. There's a few levels where people sit, which have turned into sets of waves. I'm with a few people I know. I struggle to get onto some of the waves, as I can't find the right one to ride.

I'm in a mix of Daryl's old house and the top of where the waves were. Ronda Rousey offers me some cake that's been shaped into a picture of her. I say I only want a small piece and cut her head off the cake. She finds this ballsy and a sign of someone that really backs themselves.

I was back in high school, with my old spanish teacher. We were planning to have some kind of party or lunch together to celebrate the end of the year. I remember my high school crush was there (even though she wasn't in my class or never even took spanish in the first place.) Only, her name was different. I started talking with her.

I remember the teacher asked me to get some chips and salsa from the store and bring it in tomorrow. I told her I would. We went out in the hallway and everyone was waiting outside of the principals office because we needed to request to use the space.

I remember I started hoping that I would lucid dream. Once my crush left, I had nobody to talk to. I started to get really bored. I began to think about lucid dreaming and remembered my goals. I then hoped that I would get lucid when I went to bed that night.

I decided I should do reality checks. I did a mental reality check. I asked myself how I got here, and had a false memory that my dad drove me to school so I could help out with the spanish class lunch. False memories barricaded the traditional route. I then did a nose pinch, but I don't think I paid close attention. I then decided to look at my wrists to see if my bracelets were there, since that was what got me lucid before. They were.

"Great. I know i'm lucid now. But this isn't a dream."

Edit: Some other part that I forgot to mention while I first wrote this. I had come home, from school. Marcus was there, but in the dream he was my dad. He told me he was very happy because he had just printed out a the circuit board for his new project. He showed me a brown PCB with two large computer chips and many other components soldered onto it.

I wanted to see what he was working on. On the kitchen table of my house he had all these wires and computer parts layed out. In the middle was this big glass bubble with two copper coils on either side of it and some kind of energy in the middle.

My dad was talking during the night and this woke me up. I decided I would do a wake back to bed.

I kind of have to kind of censor/rewrite the first part of this dream because it has major spoilers for a story that I am writing.

Anyways, I was in a dark alley with my friends S and C. I felt like we were somewhere on my college campus. But we were also inside of the world of my old comic strip (something I don't mind spoiling, though this dream gives me nothing to spoil. Also, being in the world of a story, that's a dream sign.) S was concerned about being in the dark, but was relieved when I told him we were in the world of my old comic.

I remember telling him that my old comic and my new story actually exist in the same world. (Not actually true) And that my new story has horror elements. (True). We kind of got into a panic and started to run out of the dark, because we thought that some kind of monster would show up.

I remember looking into a grassy area and there were a ton of dead trees. I faintly saw ghosts moving between the trees and started to get more scared. We started to run up a ramp heading to the 'english complex', a fictional part of the college campus that the dream had created.

I remember this face floated down in front of me. That of a girl, but she had snakes coming out from behind her head, and had no eyes. I was scared, but I felt like it was something that was just "trying to be scary" and just pictured it fading away, and it did.

We got up into the daylight at the english campus. My friends left, and I 'remembered' (yet another false memory) that I had a painting project. I 'remembered' that we had to practice our paints just a little bit. I got out my paints and sat at a table. This other person (I can't remember if it was a boy or girl, but they had black hair.) sat with me.

I remember telling them about the project and that I wanted to paint Cyborg from Teen Titans. I remember I painted a bust shot of him that looked pretty decent but I messed up on the shoulder and there was a big black blob. The paint behaved like watercolor and was quite hard to control. I remember telling the person that I was sitting with that I didn't think it mattered because I was going to wake up in a minute.

I think I may have had my bracelets in this one too. I vaguely remember having them on early in the dream, when we were in the dark/scary area.

Lots of semi lucidity. Lots of false memories. Lots of those bracelets. I wonder if I can use those bracelets for consistent lucidity.

Morning of July 27, 2015. Monday.



After spending intimate time with Zsuzsanna in reality, I then enter the usual “portal” of apex lucidity with the lighter form of sleep paralysis (this being always effortless and automatic but different than the other type, which has sound and augmented touch but no imagery at all and a completely different awareness than the other form), the thin white lines (always starting with a “spark” that seems to “fall”, creating a door or impression of a door) quickly forming a fairly bright and highly detailed outdoor setting, rapidly changing several times (mostly in the background) but then stabilizing. My setting comes as an alternate version and fictional perspective of where the alley behind our house is implied to be (and looking due north). Even though I am blissfully looking into our backyard (and clearly recognize it as such), everything is different. For example, the tall dark wooden fence is a much shorter picket fence and our shed is not here at all. Additionally, the fence squares off and seems to divide the area of where the central line (longways) of the shed would be in reality. This is somewhat amusing (though perhaps I am somehow “seeing” another time period; would not be the first time - for example, after our shed is finished being eaten by termites and new shorter fences are added one day, perhaps). I know exactly what I am looking at…except that it is not really how it looks. I find this familiarity yet typical “wrongness” of rendering quite enjoyable, particularly as it was created so quickly. I have no idea how that is possible, or how it can seem so realistic, but I go with it.

I notice that there is a round wooden card table near the west side of the backyard, a bit closer to the house, as well as at least three bentwood chairs (though I only focus on one of them). I “explode” the chair and table into splinters after playing around with them for awhile, spinning them in the air and such with in-dream telekinesis. Then I reintegrate them back to normal. Breathe in, reintegrate, breath out, explode, and so on. It vaguely reminds me of the motions of bits of straw moving on the surface of a pond. The chair noiselessly (well perhaps with a soft subtle “puff”) explodes into splinters, the splinters spin around…breath in…the chair is perfect again. I decide to let it hover in the air about seven feet above the ground at a tipped forward angle of about thirty degrees while the table continues to float about a foot from the ground.

The environment shifts slightly as I enter a more dynamic state (this is a specific type of dream state that seems to be “between worlds”). Everything is sand falling and holes opening up. I watch the incredible beauty of the transitions. At one point, it looks like concrete blocks have been placed sideways (longways north and south) all across where the parking lot across the street is in reality, each recess originally meant to be a place for an exotic plant, but sand is falling continuously; beautifully. This seems to shift into a new dynamic. Breathe in…miniature waterfalls everywhere; breath out, “sandfalls”. I reach my hand down to check the texture. It shifts between water molecules and grains of sand continuously and evenly with my breathing. I see very clear imagery of small white stones in potted plants. Miniature cycad palms emerge and sink back in at times.

After awhile, in this blissful appreciation of sand falling everywhere and moving and sliding downward (in different colors and textures) over various implied forms and with a slight granular “rustling sound” everywhere in the world, my dream shifts to another type of state and goes “Fantasia” on me. I am aware that instead of the parking lot, it is a very large mandrake garden. The mandrakes (all about four inches high) are ready to crawl up out of the ground and dance, a composite of the brooms moving about from “The Sorcerer’s Apprentice” and the guards marching about outside the witch’s castle in “The Wizard of Oz”, though it becomes more like ballet after a time, all uniform, all smooth, all in harmony…except…

One mandrake seems to be struggling with his presumed partner (in trying to pull “her” from the ground). I go over and look and see him in a shallow hole pulling on something, which turns out to be a limp, lifeless carrot, only partially anthropomorphic. He looks up at me curiously. He has a face about the size of my thumb that looks much like a miniature old chimpanzee.

“That’s a carrot!” I shout gleefully.

He blinks and looks worried. “Oh?” he squeaks, with a raspy puzzled voice. He turns and walks away dejectedly as the hundreds of other paired mandrakes dance “perfectly”.

From here, I am in a fairly dark and seemingly undefined “void”. Some sort of “creatures” which are like giant luminous dandelion seeds (about five of them, about a foot and a half tall) lightly brush over the backs of my hands. There is an implied communication. At times, their luminosity changes slightly, becoming dimmer or brighter, mostly at the central area of the span of “tendrils”.

It was a warm morning. I went out of my bed, took some clothes and went to a kitchen. Looking through the window, I saw a black car parked in the middle of backyard. I saw that someone was coming out from the car: a pretty, blonde woman in early thirties - my previous teacher. She was wearing only short trousers and her brea. She was holding flowers in her hands, she looked at me and smiled.

Black: non-dream
Blue: non-lucid
Red: lucid

Dream
I managed to get lucid last night, not a great deal happened as it was my first real attempt in a long time. I get out of my bed and think 'hey, this is a dream' despite the fact that I was in my room and in my bed with nothing out of the ordinary. I'm actually a little skeptical, like maybe I sleep-walked out of my window? But surely not... Anyways, I decide to go outside which proved pretty easy, I clambered out and walked down the path towards the clothing-line. As I do this I decide to do a reality check, I was still so skeptical of the dream... I bring up the palm of my right hand and push a finger into it, my skin stretches in the way it shouldn't
"So it IS a dream..." I thought to myself
A few seconds later I decide that I had to make sure though, and redid the reality check, this time pushing even harder to be certain that it wasn't just my eyes playing tricks on me while I was in a sleepy state. Raising my right hand, I push my finger straight through it. Deciding this was convincing enough I think of a dream goal, I knew that I had one but I couldn't recall it... I think of trying to see that girl again but decide that it isn't the RIGHT dream goal, but before I can think of anything else I wake up.

Not bad for a lucid, it feels so much more natural now compared to when I started... Like I know right buttons to push on a playstation game to get a cheat to work . Now I need to focus on clarity and stability in these lucids, along with overall recall.