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I'll start with the LD's I've had, then just post any dream I have from now on.
Black=non lucid
Blue=lucid
Red=nightmare

What a ride. I forgot most because of how fucked up the ending was. My parents were on vacation, and I was keeping the house. The back of the house was in an alleyway, and our neighbour across the alley was a great dude. I kept talking to him, helping him with chores and stuff. On the last day of my parent's vacation I was really busy and extremely flustered. I burned my dinner, left food outside (??) and fucked up remembering to grab my keys that the neighbor left for me in his back garden. When he came out to find me, he saw how stressed I was. He said it was fine I fucked up, and suddenly I was in the water. We lived near a small island, and he'd taken me here to swim in the waves and unwind. Two cute girls were in the water ahead of me, and I started facetiming my parents to talk to them about my day. They felt bad and said that they would be home soon. Dad said I should take the family credit card and go buy myself an expensive dinner to relax. I said sure, and on the way home to get it, my mind dropped.

My mom was in her pajamas on the back porch, checking the hot tub water. She wasn't really doing anything, just staring at it. I talked and she didn't respond. I facetime mom. She picks up. This mother creature stares long and intently, curious, at my mother's face on the phone. My parents exclaim shock and interest, like they're seeing a deer. I am seeing a demon 3 feet away from me. I scream and teleport onto the plane with my parents. The cute girls from the beach are sitting with us, and I nap on one of their shoulders.

Morning of December 23, 2016. Friday.



I seem to be on Loomis Street, with my sister Marilyn still being alive though appearing as she was in the 1960s. However, her house’s layout is more like the Barolin Street house (in Australia), though the (Barolin Street) lounge room is a bedroom in my dream. In the last segment, the veranda implied to be at the front of her house is not familiar other than vaguely like the front porch of our present home.

There is a focus on beds (most obvious dream sign ever) and Marilyn is talking about a special purchase she made in buying beds at a local secondhand store. Her husband is also present but mostly remains in another room. Marilyn seems very happy and seems to think the beds are like a treasure or very valuable antiques.

I lie down to go to sleep on my “new” bed, but I am somewhat confused by its nature. It is actually only a set of elevated golden bed springs. Still, I am not nearly as uncomfortable in my dream as I would be in real life would this be the case. There is a period where I actually seem to be “asleep”, though there is still a level of awareness of my dream’s environment. I do find it somewhat odd that the beds are not complete but I consider that the rest may be delivered later.

At another point, I am looking out from the high (fictional) veranda, though it is more like an outer mezzanine combined with the porch of our present home. I also look through a west window and there is some confusion regarding the neighbors (unknown man, woman, and at least one child) looking out through their window at the same time and seeming annoyed that I am looking out the window (though I have no interest in what they might be doing). They close the curtains of their window.

There is soon an unknown male present (whom I have no association of being imposing in any way) who had found the neighbors’ act of closing their curtains as an amusing event. From the veranda, I watch a number of butterflies moving around, mostly downward. They (or at least some of them) seem oddly squarish (almost reminiscent of a postage stamp, as the wings of at least a couple of them seem perforated like a postage stamp) and almost as if they are made of orange paper. I get the impression that they may not even be alive, but there is ambiguity. Some of them must be alive or they would not be able to fly around. I watch one moving downwards, soon landing on an unrealistically located top of an implied apartment building roof (which would be an impossible perspective based on where I am) and consider that it had not been alive.

The unknown male seems to think they are all alive. I mention to him how they do not seem to be fluttering or moving their wings at all for the most part.

“They are oracular butterflies,” he says, which supposedly explains why they are not moving their wings even though some are flying back upwards at times. I do not understand the correct meaning of the word “oracular” and confuse it with it meaning something that is circular (even though the butterflies are squarish) though I also consider it might be the name of a species. I feel very peaceful and, although I find the scene puzzling, feel quite comfortable and continue to watch more and more of them move about above the street.

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• Most of the butterflies were pale orange although a few were white or cream-colored. Orange establishes medium waking priority (biologically) and is analogous to sunrise associations (the patterns of emergent daylight being linked to bands of emergent consciousness).
• Butterflies are a first-level flight symbol, which makes up at least twenty percent of all dreams I have had in the fifty years I have closely studied them. Return flight factors (including falling or rising), analogous to the consciousness shift of the waking experience, are often within or near liminal space (as here, rendered as the veranda).
• The personified preconscious most often is the most present in liminal space (as well as almost always being the last and most dominant character), which is here, the usual porch-like middle point between sleeping and waking. He tells me that the butterflies are “oracular” which is associated with dreams being potentially precognitive though was not confrontational here as is often the case.
• The butterflies being somewhat reminiscent of postage stamps relates to the communication between synthetic temporary dream self identity and emergent conscious self identity.

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I go to get some drinks for my boss and I asked her if she wanted red or green pert and she picked red.

I had several dreams that were very peaceful and happy. I am just enjoying life in most of my dreams and exploring like a detective of my mind.
The dream that really stood out last night was one of me in the center of a sandy circle that had logs setting around the outside chopped like stumps to make seats. There were several people surrounding it and most of them were children. I was in the center doing a karate type dance (I get this karate type stuff often) when I became lucid and my self confidence started to dwindle because I am terrified of crowds I wondered how was I doing this karate lucid when I don't know karate and what was I doing? Is this a class or a competition? Whatever it was I decided I wanted to see where it was going because I am a curious soul lol. I continued to do what I was doing but I was watching myself from the outside again. Everyone was clapping and dancing to the bongo type drum sounds as I was doing this dance. It was nighttime and there was light from fires and I could see the little embers floating around. I was not wearing karate outfit but more a natural type outfit of grass skirt and leaves for my breasts. I was impressed watching myself. This lasted for a while.

21-Dec-2016 - ND - Warriors

ND: I fight two guys wearing nice clothes, one is wielding a big axe

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22-Dec-2016 - No written record

Several short ND and LD - Didn't write anything down so forgot them

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23-Dec-2016 - 1 ND + WILD - The Shadow world

WILD:
Many elements look influenced by Skyrim - environment, town, houses, Necromancer, skeletons
6:30AM, ~30-40 mins

HI, several short scenes, then stabilize LD in my tower, touching walls' stones and looking at objects
In the tower, on a shelf, I find an open matrioska, several pieces, the smallest is tiny, like a hair
I compose it, then look a it, take it with me and step into the portal

I am in a tundra, at night; see several bare trees, little snow, no grass. I choose a direction and walk
After a bit I find a small village, made up of some wooden houses. I also see couple of horses in a stable, very few people around.
I enter a house, meet a girl inside. We exchange few words, then I ask if I can help with anything
She mentions that lately, at night, some villagers have noticed dark creatures. They don't know what they are and have no clue where they come from
I tell her I could take care. Is she available to provide any reward for it ? She answers yes

I am clueless where to start looking for the dark creatures, hope for some guidance, and see a glimpse of a light path pointing NNW
I take a compass, walk following that direction, reach the woods again
The environment is very similar to where I ended up out of the portal

However, near some trees I notice some "bubbles" of darkness floating mid-air
I understand those are portals out of which the dark creatures are coming
The dark portal closest to me grows in size, and a shade comes out of it
It's looking very similar to some videogame monster I cannot identify during the LD, but which I recognize as Guild Wars 2 shades at wake-up LINK

I shoot a fireball to it, but it just passes through the shadow. Hmmm, no way the sword can do anything to it either.
I give up the chances of fighting with just DHL selected powers, and I invoke some sort of "light" power. A white light fills the blade of my sword, which now shines in the darkness. With this light-infused blade, I cut through the shade, which drops to the ground cut in half. Good !
I notice it's kinda solid inside.

I think this should already count as DHL mission, but I also feel there is more work to do. The portals are still there, threatening villagers.
I need to close them, understand the root cause so they won't open again.

I approach the portal, put my right arm through it, I get no harm from it. The arm is looking like immersed in a pool of dark, liquid smoke
I also put my left arm through it. Then I use both hands to enlarge it enough that I can pass through it with my entire body.

Then I cross the portal and reach a place I've never seen, dreamed or read before:

The Shadow world

It's a dark world, but its darkness is hard to describe
It has trees, made out of shadow, like a thick, solid black smoke shaped as a tree
I look up to the dark grey sky and see a totally black sun "shining" darkness
A thick fog is shielding my far sight

I start walking, then look back to see the portal I came through, shining bright light
Inside of it, I can see the forest I left before
I think it will make for a good reference point

After some walking I see a structure gradually emerging from the fog
It's a high, flat wall. I walk toward my right and see its side is open.
Approaching it, I notice it's built of the same substance of the trees, a thick shadow, although it looks more solid
I also see it's shaped as a tunnel, it has the two long walls, a roof, while the two short sides are open
I enter it and see the interior is covered in "stone" slabs, each engraved in characters I only partly know
It looks like a burial chamber. I exit it and walk some more

I approach a tree, and stop thinking that my mind has built all of this
I take some time to be appropriately amazed at this impressive fact
Then, the tree grabs me with its branches. I take some time to look down at the ground
Then think I had enough sightseeing, so I take my light-infused sword and swing it a couple of times
A diagonal cut to the tree trunk makes the top slide down, allowing me to touch the ground again
Then I examine the tree roots and branches, but after some interaction, it dissolves to a thick, shape-less black fog

I understand I again need some direction. I raise my sword, which shoots a straight ray of light towards a certain direction, ending up between some rocks
I walk that way, pass a river made out of flowing black water, thanks to a black wooden bridge
After some more walking, I reach a wooden house. It looks like solid wood, although very dark, definitely man-made

I enter the house. Ground floor looks empty and uninteresting. Looking better I notice a staircase going to the upper floor
I climb it and explore the first floor. The last rooms contains a bed, a man with a dark robe is sleeping in it
I point my sword to him, he quickly gets up
I ask him who he is, he answers he's the Necromancer Antonius
I also question him if he's responsible for the shades invasion, he says of course, shows me an amulet he's wearing, which allows him controlling the shades

I would like to avoid killing him, if possible
He attacks me summoning two shades, which hold me by my arms, I cut them with my sword
I prepare a fireball in my left hand, feel the fuzziness / warmth in that hand, then launch it towards the Necromancer
The fireball hits him, he goes up in flames, suffers a short time, but then summons at sort of shower, which extuingishes the flames

At this point, recall is kinda messy

He orders his helper, which I had not seen before, to do something that would hurt me (what?)
She's a girl, walking at a table, after his order she looks at me
She's dressed with drab clothes, an old ankle long gown
I ask her not to hurt me because I want to help her, she seem not to hear me
I telepathically ask her if she's deaf, she answers yes
I ask her name, she answers "Autière"
I tell her if she's captive here against her will, I will save her, she accepts my offer

I summon a skeleton behind me, he's got a greatsword in his hands
Don't know why I think about this, but I take some time for fun, exploring the space among his bones
I put my finger among his ribs, then my arm inside its rib cage
I put a hand inside its mouth, it bites it, I feel a mild sting in my hand

After that, it's time to be serious again; I summon a second skeleton and focus Necromancer Antonius again
I quickly approach him with my sword drawn, and point it to his chest
I tell him not to move otherwise I will not hesitate to kill him
I take the amulet from his neck
It looks like a bronze clock, opens as a shell
When I open it, dark shades flows out like a fog
I close it back and store it

I tell Antonius I will abandon him here without his amulet, guarded by my skeletons, he will never have the chance to come back to Earth
He protests, I tell him the only other option is dying right now by the sword
Then I take Autière with me, we walk down the stairs and exit the house

While walking to the portal I ask her if Autière is her real name, she tells me no
I provide her paper and a chalk, she starts writing some letters, I clearly read "VELE", then I understand my mind is making up the rest
I try to let my mind go of the control in some way
I ask her to write while I give her my back, but I still feel I'm making it up
Anyhow I read a name, I memorize it, will look it up in the morning

We reach the portal, then the town. I go to girl's house I was before, we enter it.
I tell the girl I managed to take care about the shades, they will never be a problem anymore
Then I ask her for the reward, which she dutifully provides - no details
I summon my tower again and store the amulet there

Then I return to my body, gradually move it and wake up

I am in a retreat setting. There is a guy who has arrived back to meet both me and Louise but also of course continue with his meditation. He has climbed to the highest mountain in Spain and is prepared to put all his differences aside and get back to the thorough job of meditation. He is so joyful and full of respect for us even though he is so much older than us. We are in a small flat like area that is not the usual setting I am use to in retreat. There is an office out the back and a social area in the middle.

We move to an actual retreat and we are sharing about different aspects of our life. We eventually get into a meditation and and after a short session there is a chance to look at some of items on display. I am helping out with the displays and as I get some of the items ready a lady my friend Bernie Jeffrys notices the pain or trapped nerves in my shoulder. She puts a healing hand on it and I go into meditation. I can feel my breathing lightly in a one-pointed way and even when one of the retreatants come up to me asking me about the products I do not answer as the focus and the healing seems so important. The pain moves further up in my shoulder. It has shifted and Bernie looks at me with soft eyes and I say that really helped the pain has moved on to a new stage.


Brian is explaining to me about all these different ritual items. I think he is just talking to me one to one. He starts also explaining the Christmas tree which should be a dream sign but he does it so convincingly I believe it. There is something really magical about the tree as he explains it. When a look back there are lots of other Sangha members at the meeting.