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2/16/2016

I was at my neighbours house at my summer cottage. I knew that my cottage was behind me but I did not go over there. I was sitting there thinking about something. Then I am in a bathroom and there are two people in the shower. They are clothed. But I only know one of them from school. It end.

I was boarding a train with my dad and brother. We are out in the middle of nowhere, I think South Dakota. It’s a freight train with freight. I am worried as to why we are boarding this train. It’s an open top when I board and when, later in the trip, it is suddenly closed and there is someone else in there. It was very weird. While riding, there is now a top, and there is someone in there telling us about something that I don’t know. Then, it transitions to where we are waiting for a train to go by. I tell my dad that the red light means that we have to stop and we are on the side track to wait for a train to go by. Then the train goes by and there are many gas tanks on it. I tell him that the orange light means to be ready to stop and we go on. Then, when we slow down for an intersection. I get out of the now open car, and it seems as though we are in a desert. With a small town by us. I walk in the small town for a few steps and then suddenly I am in a car, driving into the town. It is now dusk. I am now in this little apartment of some sorts and it is dark. There are two people that I know from school there and they like having me there. It ends.

No LD’s tonight.

16/2/16:
I woke up at about 2 am with 5 or 6 little fragments but I didn't write them down and promptly forgot them haha. Anyway when I woke up again I had a couple of dreams.

Dream 1: I was playing some sort of tcg. There were 6 classes and one of them had just gotten a new hero and some new rare cards, so I was taking a look at all that. I think I played a game of it and was going to lose but I had some special power which saved my ass.

Dream 2: I was at an athletics competition like when I was younger when I ran into a girl who used to do it ages ago (supposedly according to my dream hah) I ran over to her and talked to her, we got to walking around the field together talking. Some people pointed at us and laughed but I didn't really car. We eventually got to the other side of the track where she said goodbye and left.

Fragment about basketball I think.

I'm riding a horse, pushing it to run through an old, decaying city of stones. It's build over water, and we have to jump over water canals to reach my objective. It's a tower of crumbling stones, half covered with wines. I get off my horse and get in.
It's not abandonned; in fact, there are people here, a family. They furnished the house with drapes, flowing veils and scattered cushions, all very colorful and standing out again the gray stones. It does little to protect us from the damp, chilly atmosphere, but it's cheerful. I get up some crumbling stairs, ending up in a bedroom with one of the wall destroyed, opening into a breath taking vista of the lake the city is build on. I feel tired, and lay down on some cushions.
I wake up from the panicked call of the mother of the house, begging me to take her daughter and flee. I get up and slip on a bright blue t-shirt big enough to dress a lumberjack and pull the girl with me to the fallen wall. She doesn't thing twice and jump in the lake. I take a more safe approch and climb down the wall before getting into the water. My plan is to swim discreetly to the border of the town, where my horse is waiting.

Ritual: Yesterday was full of work and stress, conditions that I have previously correlated to vivid dreaming. I worked until going to bed at 2am. Woke at 5am to feed the cat, then again at 6am after a dream that culminated in an experience of intense frustration, vivid enough that I spent around 45 minutes writing it down—an unintended but useful WBTB. Since today will also be very busy I did not do any other lucid practices, however, I had primed myself a little by reading the list of TOTYs last night. Apart from those conditions, the following dream was spontaneous, and I woke from it at around 8:45am.

DILD: I am at my mother's house, but it is unlike any WL house. I am in a long room with high ceilings, very spacious and sparsely furnished, with no modern accoutrements. Maybe it is the medieval look of the interior that reminds me of the TOTYs, and I become lucid. Which would be a good one to do? Fairy would be easier to do outdoors. I could turn into a dragon but then I'd have to destroy everything and I don't want to wreck my mother's house. Phoenix? That would be a good one. I try to remember the details. I can't just summon it directly, I have to burn something, right? I look around the room for something suitable.

On the far end of the room is a table under a shuttered window. The table is covered with a white cloth, and spread across it is an assortment of jewels and precious stones. These look ideal. I select a faceted gem and place it in my left palm. It is small, only about six millimeters across, transparent with cobalt blue striations, like a combination of diamond and sapphire. It is faceted into what I think of as a classic gem shape. [According to online sources, this is simply called a "round" cut.] I walk slowly across the room back toward the couch where my mom is sitting, concentrating on the stone and willing it to catch fire. The stone feels inert in my hand, and I feel that I have chosen the wrong one. From the coloring, this stone is clearly attuned with ice, not fire. I should go back and pick a different one.

I return to the table and find a small stone of matte earthy red color. This is more a mineral than a gem, and it is shaped like a narrow lozenge, almost a centimeter long, pointed at the ends, and only a few millimeters wide in the middle. I begin to will it into flame, but immediately have second thoughts. The stone is so skinny and small, it would probably make a scrawny phoenix. I go back to the table to look for a better one.

I decide to find a gem that could pass for a phoenix egg, examine the options more carefully, and finally come across a good-sized stone around three centimeters across. It is also matte and reddish, but a generous oval in shape, and the top is composed of randomly assorted rounded protrusions, like bubbles. The bottom has been leveled off and already set into a metal frame. I decide that this one is ideal, put it in my left palm, and begin to invoke fire in earnest. Around this time my mom tries to talk to me about doing some household chore but I hush her: "Not now, I'm busy."

The stone resists at first, but I do not let myself doubt my ability to do this. I've summoned fire in my palm before. This time I'm just transmuting it from a substrate. I will a flame to emerge from the stone and soon it does—but I notice that in the process, the stone has transformed into a candle. The candle is larger than the stone, filling my hand. It is a 6cm tall cylinder and is conveniently fitted in a round container. Between the candle and the sides of the container is what looks like a filling of crumpled dry grass.

The flame is burning on the wick in the ordinary way, and I will it to expand and consume the whole candle, turning it into the phoenix I am trying to create. For a moment it burns quietly, but then the whole object transforms again. Briefly I seem to be holding a bundle of smoldering dried grass, around a foot in diameter, until the whole thing explodes and violently flies apart, patches landing in various places around the room. Failure? I'd better check the remains.

I wander around to a couple of the smoking remnants, but see nothing notable. I remember that I need to keep my expectations high, so as I walk toward a third, larger patch, I anticipate finding a baby phoenix. Sure enough, when I prod at the charred dried grass, underneath I discover a tiny, long-necked, bird-like creature! The phoenix has hatched! But it is it skinny and completely limp. What can I do to help? As a creature of fire, I reason, it must need heat. It is probably freezing to death.

I gently pick up the baby bird, which drapes across my hands with no sign of life, and take it to the fireplace. Luckily there is already a good fire burning. There is a kind of metal chain screen separating the fire from a metal grate on the hearth. Sprawled on the grate, soaking up the heat, is a long iguana-like lizard that I had previously noticed on the table when I was selecting jewels. I figure it must be a salamander, with the same need for warmth as my new phoenix. Should I place the phoenix in the fire directly, or on the grate? Since my hypothesis about the wisdom of putting the phoenix in the fire is as yet untested, I decide to lay it on the grate in case I need to remove it quickly.

The experiment goes well. As soon as I lay the baby phoenix next to the fire, its body begins to perk up and fill out. It grows until it resembles a toucan in shape and size, though red in color and with a sleeker bill. Success! But was there more to the task? I can't remember if we were also supposed to fight something, and figure I'd better do that as well as long as I can maintain dreamstate. "Let's go fight something!" I say to the newborn phoenix, and it hops up on my shoulder.

I head past the table with the jewels and open the window in the end wall. The window is a square aperture about three feet on a side, fastened with a single wooden shutter. The shutter is hinged on one side, flush with the wall when closed, and opens inward to the left. This truly resembles a medieval house in that there is no glass in the window, so it is easy to climb up and out. I pause on the sill and bid the phoenix to fly on ahead. Meanwhile, I hang up the long metal hook that I used to open the shutter so that I can grab it when I come in later, then use another device that resembles a hook attached to a wire loop to suspend myself from the sill and ease the drop to the ground, which is far enough below that it requires some precaution. I have the feeling that I have done this many times before.

Once on the ground, I look around for someone or something to fight. I am on a grassy lawn that extends between a number of different buildings. The buildings themselves don't leave a distinct architectural impression—I wish I had taken a closer look. Instead I was scanning the ground between them, but all I see are ordinary people walking about, none of whom seem like suitable opponents. I don't want to be an unprovoked aggressor.

The dream begins to fade. I worry that the abrupt transition to a different space might have unbalanced it, and I immediately take steps to stabilize, falling on my knees and examining the details of the grass while running my hands over it for texture. For a moment the grass turns grey and although I see all the usual plants among it, like clover, everything looks unusually small. But then a voice hails me from above and the dreamstate resumes its integrity: "Do you want to fight?" I promptly agree.

I am facing a man who is accompanied by a creature resembling a muscular, short-haired white dog. The man has a sword, and immediately begins to strike at me. Although I am unarmed, I find that I am able to parry his blows with my hands without too much discomfort. I suspect that I could turn the fight to my advantage if I want, but the whole point of this exercise was to fight in tandem with the phoenix. Where is that bird? "Phoenix? Phoenix!" I call anxiously.

The blade keeps falling, and I keep catching it and pushing it aside, but luckily the dog is hanging back for now. Suddenly to my relief the phoenix swoops in, aiming a stream of fire at the dog. More gouts of flame follow, consuming the man and dog, but they do not go down easily. I watch the phoenix, who has now taken human form, take a blade right through his stomach, angling up toward his chest. It is an unmistakably lethal blow, and I run over to him as he falls. I feel guilty for having put him in this predicament—but recall that for a phoenix, there should be a way to fix this.

Looking around frantically, I am pleased to discover a fireplace in my immediate vicinity. Nevermind the unlikelihood of finding a fireplace outdoors; it is just what I need so I don't question it. I drag the phoenix, currently in the form of a slim Asian boy, over to the hearth and dump him directly onto the flames. I expect the fire to heal him; instead he begins screaming as his skin burns and chars. It is horrifying, but I hold him down as he struggles—he was dying already, this is the only thing that might help. Maybe this is how it is supposed to work. A phoenix has to die to be reborn, right? The human body blackens and burns away. Sure enough, in its place I find a little baby bird, looking much like it did initially but yellow instead of red this time. I wonder if its pale color means it needs to eat. The bird pecks at some morsel of food near the fire and I try to tempt it with something better. "Here, eat a hot one." I pluck an olive-sized piece from a row of snacks baking in the fireplace (I don't feel the heat, just as I didn't feel pain from the sword earlier) and offer it directly. The little bird compliantly swallows the morsel, growing in size and turning red again.

I feel that I have completed the task to satisfaction, so even before I wake up I begin reviewing the details, making sure I commit them to memory. There is a moment when I am back in the same house as the beginning of the dream and ask someone to remind me the name of the guy I fought. "Ziggy Starduster and the Hoarfrost," comes the reply. I note that they definitely said "Starduster," not "Stardust." Since I only hear rather than see the names, I briefly wonder if the dog's name is spelled "Whorefrost" or "Hoarfrost," but decide that the latter is more appropriate on a number of levels.

Bed @ 2315 /w half melatonin
Woke @ 0350 (~4.5 hours)

Taking a cruise
I'm on a cruise, sitting at a table with Chris and two other guys I know (no idea who). Chris is recounting one of the doctrinal rabbit hole discussions I recently took him down. Now I'm in the next room over refilling my plate. I don't want to miss the conversation, but I'm really hungry, and I should be able to be quick enough to not miss much. I realize there's some event I'm supposed to be at that starts at 10:30, and it's almost 10:30 now; but since Chris is running the event, and since Chris is still sitting and talking, I should be OK. Most of the food is already gone, but I'm able to grab some wedges of cheese and some lettuce. The lettuce won't do me much good, but cheese is good and filling. Now I'm back at the table eating my lettuce. The ribs are a bit browned, so I'm tearing the tender part of the leaf off of the rib before eating it and discarding the rib. I feel a bit silly eating whole lettuce leaves by themselves, but no one notices, and I'm so hungry that I just don't care.

Now the ship is back in port, and I'm standing on deck talking to someone about how the trip went. I tell him that the trip was generally pretty good, but there were some rough parts - especially a nasty storm in which we actually lost a mast. I only heard about the mast falling third hand, but the guy I'm talking to actually saw it happen.


Falling tree
A large crowd of adults and children from church is walking along a sidewalk. Up ahead, a few people have already reached the crosswalk and are waiting to cross. I hear a loud crack and somehow know that a tall tree across the road is the one that broke, despite seeing no obvious sign. Sure enough, it comes crashing down across the road, stopping mere inches from Clayton and Rebecca. She looks very shaken up and starts walking home with her sons. I notice that she's wearing a colored long-sleeved shirt and some fairly tight jeans.


Fragment: I'm thinking about how hard it would be to take the kids to visit England. I "remember" being in a trans-Atlantic plane and having to go through a narrow tunnel to reach the "pod" in which I spent the flight and consider that our kids couldn't be alone in pods, that we'd have to be with them, but that they're so small that we'd be curled up with no space to move. I'd probably have to read stories for 7 hours, and there's no way my voice would last that long.

BTB @ 0400 /w half melatonin
Woke @ 0600 (alarm). No recall.


Nap time (1400-1530):

Driving with my daughter
I'm in the gray van with my oldest daughter, doing some kind of maintenance. Now the car is rolling along the road, and she's behind the wheel. I reach over to start the engine, but she's already pressing the gas pedal. I tell her to stop pressing it and am surprised when the sound of the car changes - I guess it's like the A/C or the vent, that even with the engine off the car can move itself, but it probably drains the batteries really quickly. With the gas pedal no longer depressed, I start the engine, and my daughter resumes driving. I hadn't planned to teach her to drive so early (she's only 10), but she's doing a great job. I wonder what my wife will say when we get home.

Now I'm sitting on the second row, and she's sitting in the passenger seat. I can't understand why she would have moved over to leave the car out of control, but she says that she's doing <something> and that everything's OK, she still has control.

Context: before going to bed I watched Trancendence. I was wandering whjat would happen if I try to build an AI, what would happen if the AI was able to reproduce, maybe a little mathmatical nonsense to this and the idea of all possible thoughts. Here is how it turned out:

Once in the dream I tried shaping a small unit, like a singele neuron, only difference: I tried to model it so big, that I could see it. I used a „thin tube“ as input and several larger tubes an an output, different thickness, being a higher prabability of conducting something like water poured into it. Concept seemed to work, constructs of larger size were able to solve „simple“ tasks like the TSP pretty well. Problem is, this modelling in RL would be a heck of work, slow, unpractical. Conclusion: I need to model more neural networks of different kinds, maybe one is RL applicable… well so much for this result of my dream.
Second I imagined a world where I supposed about every 6th part oft he soil was usable for constucting the robot I tried to set free. Only task: gather recources, reproduce. Given a slow circle to reproduce, the whole plain I was standing on was destroyed in a few minutes.
Memo to myelf: never ever let a robot build itself from corbon, oxigon or silicon… bad idea.
Next one I tried the Banach-Tarski-paradox. This enables you (in theory) to duplicate points in the 3rd dimension. It actually is quite fun to watch in a LD how it specifically works. Sad thing, this is not possible in RL…
Last one: the idea of the ending for Trancendence. I spend some time working out the details. The end is, (stop reading if you wanna avoid spoilers) yes, we can in the best case destroy an all powerful singularity, but maybe that’s not even the smartest thing to do. Sometimes external things know what’s best for us, better than we ever could. Like in politics, really:
We always cry, as soon as change hppens. Maybe we need to get a little more open minded.
With this I do not mean, we should accept everything, heck no, but we should try to see the good intentions, we should try to see the persons long term motivations, we should see what it has as consequences. For example, though this is arguably my personal püreference: we should see, that some things are unpleasent, but still must be brought through, taxes for example. Great medical applications like stem cells research. Some times you need to take a leap of faith. The world ahead can be a pleasent one… I think.

02-15-2016 -- [Many wakings, long dreams I can't remember, cool stuff I've lost, and then finally this dream with a lot missing, but also a lot of details I manage to remember. Vaguely nightmarish, and woke to even more nightmarish stuff.] There are these people on TV that are giving orders, and somehow there are hints that they can see the future or something, but there's something weird about them. I don't know what, but I can just kind of sense that something is a bit off.

As I really concentrate, and look, while watching them, I begin to kind of see it. In some way, over the TV, they are hiding their real faces, and they look perfectly normal, but when I really stare, I begin to see through that facade, and begin to barely catch a glimpse of their real faces. It isn't at all clear, at first, but I start to see square white patches where their eyes should be. And somehow for the moment, it is really spooky and creepy.

I come to know that they have had their eyes gouged out, which somehow allows them to see into another time or dimension or something, which may be helpful, and allow them to provide some good directions, but when you suddenly see through the disguises, it's also kind of spooky. The ones on TV are disguised really well, and it is really hard to see through it, but the ones around me in person are a lot easier, and moment by moment I can see through the disguises at a glance, and in a scene hugely reminiscent of 'They Live,' I'm walking down the street, pointing out people, going "You're normal." "You're OK." "Ewwww ... that's disgusting!" The ones who realize I can see through their disguises go running off in horror.

Anyway, one guy has given me instructions that I have to go see somebody in the hospital, and that it's vitally important that I talk to him and check on him ... then the guy goes running off. Another is to drive me there, and he must have had his eyes gouged out a long time ago, because he has done away with the linen bandages, and it looks like his eye sockets have almost entirely grown over, which is somehow less creepy ... until I remind myself that I am riding in the cab of a person who is blind.

Suddenly I find myself walking past a large, fading, decrepit old house, spooky, tall grass. I'm moving carefully, pushing branches out of the way, and trying to avoid the snakes I don't quite see, but know are there. I'm not me, but someone else that I'm just kind of watching over. He's gotten to the upper rear corner of the property, and is kind of hiding behind some rotting old steps, and he 'knows' the timing is just right for the summoning of a powerful, demonic 'god,' but doesn't really believe in such things, so he starts to chant the words he's been told to speak, the idiot.

So with a bang and a lot of brimstone, this huge, powerful demon appears, and stalks around pontificating about finally being free to terrorize, and tossing aside a basic 'thanks' to the idiot that summoned him, before he stalks off through the grass. Meanwhile I am with this thin, trembling scared teen who is more and more resembling Shaggy, who is done with this, and is about to bolt, but still reminds me I have to go see the kid in the hospital, which it turns out is the rotting, decrepit old building.

This isn't the guy who was driving me. He was older, a lot bigger, bulkier, and not nearly so terrified ... and yet, he might be the same guy, because it is weird and dreams are like that. I tear off the information about the person I am supposed to be seeing from out of the guy's notebook, and step through the rubble and debris as I start to make my way into the hospital, and the sound of me feet in the gravel are very loud and clear. In fact, they seem more real than anything else ... in fact ....

[I start to come awake in the real world, and can still clearly hear what are sounding like footprints in the gravel outside my windows, like somebody is walking around just outside. I lay in bed, motionless, just listening to the sound, and wondering what is going on, and as I come more awake, I realize I don't have any gravel outside by the windows, and I am starting to suspect another palmetto bug has gotten in, and is crawling around in the bits of paper on the floor, except as I shift and turn the light on, I can not hear anything moving around, even after several minutes, which seems very unlikely, and I'm eventually forced to conclude that I was lying is just the right position with my ears bent by my sleeping in just the right way that a sound of the pillow brushing against the headboard or something was producing a slight brushing sound that was amplified absurdly, combined with the nightmarish setting to wake me with heart palpitations. (Figuratively.)]

Im at my high school with my old friend logan and i ask him if he wants to smoke some weed for the first time and he says sure why not. So we go to the bathroom in the school and it looks like my bathroom at home and i smoke a bowl and then give it to logan. I tell him i have to go but ill be back. So i leave and come back a few minutes later and as im walking towards the bathroom i see the principal there because the bathroom is filled with smoke because logan didnt blow the smoke out the window.

1/10 LDs for remainder of Feb. accomplished

earlier:

+ driving around the area, hills, freeways. Stop on a very steep hill. It's so steep that if you walk on it you may sleep and slide down it. My mother gets out of the car across the street, and I'm telling her "careful!" but she walks towards me. I'm concerned a car may come down the street. She comes over and squats down to pee on the side of the road. I'm looking for people approaching and I think I see some so I stand in front of her, I feel a bit of her pee splashing up on to me.

+ water slide
I'm on the top of the steep hill near the LH museum in the B hills. They've built slides down the hill. I go on them. I think that they could make loop-de-loops because the speed would allow it. On the bottom of the hill there is a sort of club, the place that manages the slides. I'm looking for a bathroom. There is a sign of a sort of shower bench displayed outside a small building, I think this means "toilet" because old people could down on that bench and stick their butts out the other side and use the toilet that way. I walk in that direction. There is a business meeting of the developers of this slide complex there, a bunch of men standing around a table under a canopy. One man is talking authoritatively and using a lot of big fancy words and jargon, and someone says "that means he doesn't really know what he's saying." I start to climb up the slides for another ride, but I realize part-way up I wouldn't have to pay if I just started sliding down from
the middle, so I do that.

+ childhood home
I'm in my sister's room, wishing I had some good NSFW magazines, there is a black satin sheet on one of the twin beds with a suspicious dollop of liquid on it and I wipe it off. I know my dad's around so I head for my room. There are what appear to be muddy footprints on the ground I think from my climbing around the slide hills earlier, and I reach down the pick them up, then I realize they're flat dried animal turds. I want to wash my hands. I hear a radio show featuring a bunch of angry young SJW's, and among the shouting I near a voice yell, "yeah! Throw the f^&*ers in the river!"

later:

+ kitchen, sex planned, guy in the bedroom, little dog with key in its mouth opens the safe and out ride the toy firetrucks which can sound the alarm

+ with a girl in a "house of ill repute", not doing anything, I see advertisements written on the mirror that say things like "sex" and "hardcore". I notice I have fuzzy hair covering all my fingertips, I head to the bathroom to wash this off. The girl leans over and she's wearing a very loose top with no sleeves and nothing underneath and I get a good look at her right breast.
I ask her tentatively if there are "additional" services available, thinking about what was written on the mirror. She says "Yes, with two guys at once, with a banana and a tomato." I can't imagine where the tomato would go. I say "uh, ew, with another guy is not interesting."
I hear the doorbell ring. I guess it's the next customer. I'm scrambling to get my clothes on when some people come in. "I'm still getting dressed!" I say. I rush to put on my belt and I see that my belt is inside-out, oh well.

Then two young boys are snickering at me and saying "his pants are inside out!" I look down an indeed that explains my belt: I put on my jeans inside out, they look white and I can see the seams. I run to the bathroom to fix my pants while the people come in and make themselves comfortable.

I'm led to a small bathroom, the man who showed me the room says be careful the floor is slippery, I look down and there are a couple of amber-colored (vitamin-E, fish oil looking) capsules on the ground. There is also an open curtain to a tiny bedroom with a made-up double bed in there, part of the business operation I imagine.

A guy is singing near me (in a shower?). He has a good voice, and sounds like Frank Sinatra I think. Then I'm getting sprayed with water from this guy via a shower head and I say "HEY! I need to go outside in these clothes!" He says "you're doing it yourself". While not strictly true, I see I am also holding a shower head which is spraying water so I hang it up.

I'm heading up the stairs to the garage (in CH), the people including the wise-ass kids are at the table. Narrator or me or someone ways "I never expected to see someone like them in a place like this." Then the kids say to me, "Yeah, but we *did* expect to find a person like *you* in a place like *this*." Wrecked. I feel like cursing at them and giving them the finger. I turn around and head up the stairs and say "wait until you've walked a mile in my shoes."

Up on the street outside CH, there's a large (moving?) truck at the intersection, and a middle-aged woman standing in front of the L's house. She asks me in a very thick German accent, "Do you have any cash?" I think she's moving into the neighborhood but I'm confused about what she wants with the cash.

a BTS victory after about 8 hours in bed, yay.

+ LD#175
I'm walking by an indoor basketball court. A short blonde man is playing with somebody else, they're playing one-on-one full-court. The SBM makes a layup on the far basket. Then they play coming towards the basket I'm standing under, and the SBM makes a reverse layup right in front of me. "You really like layups don't you?" I say. And I say how I was pretty good at layups. I dribble the ball towards the opposite basket. I dribble the ball onto my foot and it goes shooting off to the side and I scramble after it and bring it back. "I was never very good at dribbling, however. I was pretty good at making shots, though, see: " and I try to make a basket from about 3 feet away and can't get anyway near the hoop. The ball just bounces right back off the backboard. Hmm, I'm having trouble. Maybe it would be easier without the basket? And the basket vanishes.

Then I'm sitting down near a glass wall [DREAM SIGN] to the outdoors, and I'm leaning forwards on something and falling asleep. A scary female figure comes and stands up next to the wall and I feel a tingling of fear, but I ignore it as I'm trying to fall asleep and then make the transition to the dream state. I feel a kind of shift and decide to try the advice of 'if you think you're dreaming, try to roll out of your body', so I sort of roll over and sit up in bed and I'm lucid. I have something partially obscuring my vision and I'm having a bit of trouble getting up off the bed, it's fairly dark in the room. I rub my hands together a little bit. I manage to get up from the bed and decide right away it's time to find some girls [sigh]. SG and ST come to mind immediately. I leave the living room and head down the hallway, now I'm in my previous adult home, I head for the bedrooms, the doors are closed, and I say SG, you're going to be behind this door! I open the door and look in the room: empty, with a futon on the floor, and a large sliding glass door which is open and heading to the back yard [false]. I then go into the other bedroom and call out for ST, but it is likewise empty. I then head to the master bathroom, ponder a moment, and head back to the 2nd bedroom and say "OK, come out of hiding now, here i am!" and I hear some voices say something like "here we are!" and the dream fades...

Hello there, and welcome to my Dream Journal!

If you happen to be on the search for my actual DJ, maybe filled with action, stories or texts about how I learn to earn to
Lucid Dream, sorry buddy, you'll either have to look a page further and see if you are pleased with the results of my "mindscape", "thought palace", "dream world" or whatever you may call it. Maybe you'll find amusement, maybe not.

Either way, I don't care and won't care what you think (I'm already dropping some info on my psychology, so deal with hat I serve).
A teacher of mine, that I discussed dreams with, once told me: "Never show your dreams to other people, they'll rip your life into pieces, it happened to me."
I seem to be good at ignoring advice... what the heck let's just get to it:

So, if you didn't already skip this page alltogether, what can you expect here in the future (if I happen to find the time to write down my findings...):

1. annual tasks
2. monthly tasks
3. weird dreams when I got bored
4. expect deadly doses of ponies for anti-bronies
5. the study of the dream realm itself, so to speak:
6. is science possible in dreams
7. what about poetry or music?
8. how can you write a story while taking part in it?
9. philosophy (if I get bored)
10. how large can a city you build in your dreams get?

If this does not scare you away I do invite you to my journey, be my guest!

With good wishes for pleasent dreams
WhiteCosmoz/ Corona
"And remember kids: Reality is an illusion, the universe is a hologram, buy gold, bye!

I recall only short fragment. I was in school, wandering crowded corridors. Suddenly a man wearing a black suit appeared. He had bright hair and was clean shaven. Everyone started at him. He wanted to talk with me, but I can't recall why.

1) On a coach siting at the back, my granny is driving, we set off at great speed. I realise it's cold and I have forgotten a coat. Then I'm flying in the air with all the other people on the coach and I notice they are all wearing just T shirts and realise it's actually quite warm. Next I have a cat sitting on my legs and it's quite enjoying being thrown around and sleeping soundly on me.

2) There are hundreds of peolple wearing hard hats preparing for a wedding, I'm wandering around amonst them. I'm outside the marquee and surrounded by scouts who are going to camp in the same area I walk with them back towards the wedding marquee and reach the entrance, say goodbye, there are a few people now stood around wearing formal clothing.

3) On a camping trip. Then I'm a long way from the tent naked and I run back trying to avoid the thistles on the ground.

Morning of February 16, 2016. Tuesday.



I am watching, while incorporeal, the adventures of two young males riding in a small boat in Loch Ness. There are other people around, but not as integrated into the events I am viewing. As the men travel over the lake, there is some sort of special imaging they are able to see which is related to a new kind of advanced technology. Other unseen characters are making this possible for them and they do not seem to be part of the research themselves. There is a sense of beauty as the bottom of Loch Ness is rendered in perfect detail, though all in one brighter color yet which seems to be different over time.

Soon, the flat fossilized remains of a huge pterodactyl are seen on the large screen. However, it seems as if I am moving over this rendered area (of the bottom of Loch Ness) in a bird’s eye view as well as with no implication of water, only the imagery of the lake bottom as I (or the imagery) slowly move ahead, somewhat like horizontal scrolling though with the seemingly correct size orientation (as if my incorporeal form is integrated into the technology itself or at least the end result of it). There is a vague awareness of the possibility of seeing the Loch Ness monster if it exists, but this does not occur. Over time, only unrealistically huge fossils are seen, mostly all of flying creatures. It seems amazing that mankind is now able to see everything at the bottom of Loch Ness and the two males are thrilled and grateful to the others who are making this possible (as, again, they seem like random members of the public who just happen to be in the right place at the right time).

A huge archaeopteryx fossil is also seen (possibly about a hundred times bigger than it would be in reality), and the focus probably remains on this section for the longest period. There are also a lot of similar fossils, one which is possibly the fossil of a giant (fictional) prehistoric flying snake. Curiously, again, there do not seem to be any fossils of swimming creatures anywhere on the lake bottom, or extinct lake denizens, mostly only the giant prehistoric birds and flying reptiles, some fossil sections touching mostly at wingtips. The mood remains very cheerful and satisfying even during the waking transition.

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Of course, this dream represents looking into the deepest recesses of memory at the deepest levels of mind to see things that were not as visible or detailed as before. The fact that they were only gigantic flying creatures relates to the “higher” ideas and memories (and with greater perspective) I think, which had originally “taken more in” from a more detailed “bird’s eye view” before becoming a part of my memories and dreams. This also fits in with my increased research of date-specific layers in dreams over time. On February 16, 1970, there was a dream of a living archaeopteryx (only about the size of a chicken in this case and remaining on the south side of my room) in my bedroom in Cubitis, which was influenced by an image in an old book (which my mother bought second-hand) on prehistoric animals.

6/30/15

Old dream here.
This dream was had in the span of approximately two hours, from 9:11 AM to 11:11 AM. It's worth noting that I fell asleep with a children's cartoon entitled “The Letter-factory” playing in the background; This probably had a hand in distorting my dreams.

I can't remember much about this dream, other than it seemed to take the events of a “Letter Factory” in a children's cartoon (In which the young protagonist proceeds down through levels of the factory, meeting talking letters and learning how to say them) and put them into reverse:
With me (possibly standing in as the protagonist?...) moving UP through the floors of the factory. But there was a twist: I think that the protagonist's guide (An anthropomorphic weasel scientist) had become evil and/or blighted (disfigured in appearance and speech) and as a result, I wanted to kill him and everything he had created; This included the letter-factory and the letters themselves, although this could have just as easily been motivated out of sheer annoyance of them.
I also think that a few of my family members assisted me, with my father (And possibly oldest brother) being one of the main... Helpers?

Anyway, we somehow managed to proceed up the levels of the factory, (which, if in the cartoon, would have proceeded from Z-to-A: It's worth noting that this is NOT how we proceeded, in fact, I believe that the “W” and “K” rooms were destroyed several times over, but this may have just been a dream loop.) obilerating every room and character we came across. (When the bottom floors were destroyed, the walls caved in to show us that there was nothing outside the factory, only a blank white expanse. More and more of this expanse would be revealed as the demolition progressed)

When the final room was destroyed, we proceeded into the heart of the factory, otherwise known as the surface, decorated for the final act of the original cartoon. I'm not sure exactly what happened here... Perhaps we destroyed the weasel, or got caught in the machinery.
But what I'm mostly sure of is the fact that this dream looped. Either that, or we were caught and “sent back” by the weasel to the lower levels, with the rooms rebuilt?... (This was probably caused by the cartoon in real life reaching its end and being played again) (Of some note is the fact that we were transported using large blue pipes with glass caps on their ends, much like a telescope; The transporting effect was similar to teleportation)

My recollection of what happened next is fairly fuzzy, but I think that we may have just repeated the same thing, only lingering in different rooms longer. But what I am mostly sure of was that, in the end, we erased almost all existence of the factory, beyond the “cube” that the heart had stood on (with some meager grass effects and part of the machinery and floor), and a few large earthy-colored blocks stacked below: I believe these to merely be what's left of the earth after it was shaped by the tunneling for the factory. And there we were, left in a void with nothing to do.
Except rebuild. And I think that's just what we did.

These are dreams of the past few days.

[SPOILER=spoiler to not crowd my dj page]Avatar shark croc against the stream downwards give up. i knew i was dreaming but not clearly, i could only spend extra effort and maybe only at the last moment.

in bus with selcuk dayi we crash. bear in car. ilknur tries to talk to me. huge beasts on road dayi says they should watch out. (rather than driving to the other side of the road to avoid them)

at school breakdance try to impress ym teacher with silly moves. Blac guys. i do turtle but have backpack so keep doing forward flip. take bag off do turtle then my elbow not touch belly so handstand. then dinner ready we hop skip over things because table is set and filled with foodplates.

here i have the lucid dream in which i did the totm.

standing guard. "you cant handle the truth" hearthstone. *wtf does this mean :P* it sounded exactly like this [URL="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9FnO3igOkOk&feature=youtu.be&t=44"]Youtube you cant handle the truth[/URL] i dont know why i heard this and what it has to do with hearthstone or standing guard

tall dutch girl 2.50 big chamber with statues. stairs. nose plug lucid. 1 min. float around cant land. help girl while worrying parents. airport. she needed help crossing street. duran abi gets close while driving by on motor. another car she almost didnt see.

"i am not your leader" necropost fa

basketball cant drible. breakdance impress people

swimming pool. jumping on top of the water without sinking. making front flip but theres no room coz too many kids. lot sof kids sleeping by the pool. another but on a beach. serkan on a boat. same dream? i ask if 3 meters is deep enough to dive. he says in the wedstrijdbad (with the duikplank) it is enough so its enough here.

at guney or enes. then i go away on bike. lars house is far. hes there smoking weed. i see daniek from tbl

i did the (nose plug) rc but nothing happened i did it multiple times and mentioned it. failed rc lars said do it again and i did and got lucid. mom in room, room is dark, i get a slight notion of maybe this is scary and she closes in on me with a slightly croaky voice and i get scared. i say "but i love you" maybe twice and the dream ends.

hearthstone. playing wolf team with david out and serdar, david has stronger armor but not to cheat us he just happened to have it. guney bora huseying amca. and guney abi and a girl in love.

rekt as priest in tavern brawl (where you create your deck by discovering and you get chickens and spare parts). someone house is turning inside. rotating and changing. david en mischa? turkey. middle part unchanging. im sleepy thinking is hard. im home late in köy.

on yt, saw daniela andrade (who was actually victoria justice from victorious) it said "voice demoted" kid says "i wasnt after the fuck" kripp says he should believe in himself and gets 4 random minions in a generals game and theyre tanks. kills 2 enemy tanks and goes on to destroy a building.[/SPOILER]

2 paper dj entries.

[SPOILER=number 8]fighting dad and protecting bro after fighting bro after he did something to me and i kicked his knee.

girl singing to me. she had light brown sweater. i was djing. it was hey there delilahs tune but different words. i think she was singing about what i was writing (asking what i was writing). it was beautiful. (now i just listened to it and the song sounds like crap, but when i woke up i had the impression that that was the music) occasionally we looekd into each others eyes and i looked into her eyes almost all the time. near the end i saw my dad there and i felt awkward by being touched by the music and expressing such enjoyment.

naruto fighting someone (i called hi naruto but hes a random here) fights then forgives him then cages him then takes his powers away (like avatar). both had spiderman powers. i found it cool and rewinded it/watched it/experienced it again. now im looking at it from a few meters away. kind old lady with sweet voice "why dont you take that lady out" and that was my mom. so i go with her and shes annoying and angry and isnt waiting for me to catch up. were both on the bicycle.[/SPOILER]


[SPOILER=number 7]this is all 1 dream with multiple paragraphs.
standing around near the house or walking outside, try to amuse kids by pulling something out of my pocket (by summoning) but hands are empty). friend told me about the prostitute graves, he went there and looked around (he wasnt interested in 96 past the hour) even when lucid i spent some tiem trying to cheer up my gf. she was disappointed or sad or angry at me about something. (not a waking life gf, only in this particular dream) her gf was there too. this was inside. my friend had dark hair. gf brown or dark.

when walking outside i thought i should summarize the dream so its easy to remember because lots of things happened. if i had remembered what happened inside and thought about it i would have remembered it after i woke up.

dojo. i suck and get owned they mistake me for one of them. (im not a martial artist).

i go outside and rub my hands a lot it really works feeling the dream and watching my hands

went outside with a friend and said "look my phone says its 96 past the hour but thats imposible, theres only 60 minutes in an hour" but he didnt care.

this is enough. typing is tiring and i just hope i wont lose the paper. this lucid was ~15 minutes.[/SPOILER]