Oh ow I’m in my room, texting a girl called Mel. I think it’s my room at my mom’s house. I’m not sure whose idea it is, but we want to meet up. I tell her she can come by. I chill for a moment, knowing fully well that I will regret chilling, as I still have a lot of cleaning up to do before she arrives. She suddenly texts me that she is already on the way and will be there in a few minutes. Fuck. See! I gotta make this room presentable. I dash all over the place to make it happen. Meanwhile she also texts me that she has had a beer or 2 and not to take advantage of it. Ok. I’m standing in an elevator with a girl that went to the same elementary school as me. I kinda pretend I don’t recognise her so I don’t have to talk. She strikes up a conversation about how much we have (not) changed. I’m casually leaning against the wall, facing the door. I turn around to look into the mirror to have a look at us both. The door opens. I let her get out first. (Interesting intermezzo?) The setting is different. I’m at a university building. It’s more of a bar type of setting though. This is supposed to be (or look like) one of the buildings of the uni of Amsterdam. Mel texts me to ask for the location. I tell her something, though I can’t remember what. I assume to tell her where I am. After a bit my ex girlfriend shows up, looking a bit sad. Fuck! What’s she doing here? She should be halfway around the world. I feel an urge to talk to her to check how she’s doing, but I fear I’m the last person she wants to talk to right now. I try to avoid her, make it so she doesn’t see me. Then Mel shows up. Really?! This close to each other. Come on man. Mel tells me that she came here by riding my ex girlfriend’s bicycle. The two of them know each other? Just perfect. Eventually my ex does spot me. I’m not entirely sure what happened anymore, but I do remember that I imagine doing something to her. Driving her into a corner and.. slapping her with my shoe? Not sure anymore. Damn son I’m watching a police stop go down. It’s inside the porch of a building. There’s a suspect in the left corner on the ground, whom I can barely see. There’s a male police officer (black guy I think) and one or two more other people. There’s an animal that’s supposed to help the police, sorta like a police dog, but more like a police.. rat? The main cop, which is the black guy, picks it up and orders another younger white guy to take care of it. The animal is way too vicious towards the suspect, can’t have that. The suspect starts heading towards the opening of the porch slowly under some false pretence and eventually makes a run for it towards his car 20 metres down and gets in on the right side. He does something with the dashboard, don’t remember what. Whatever he did, me and someone else are cheering him on. Well played. Whatever charge the cops had has just become invalid and they now need another reason to arrest him. His car was already neatly parked but for some reason he re-parks it, actually doing a shitty job now. He’s partially parked on a spot where you’re not allowed to park. Also his car is much bigger now. Like he went from a Volkswagen to a SUV. Both black models. The cop is now Ice Cube. I’m a neutral bystander, but we give each other a smirk cause we both know the guy is fucked once he exits.. which he does. Ice Cube immediately attempts to arrest him, but the guy resists. Eventually the suspect is Ice Cube’s son. There’s some shooting. Ice Cube gets on the driver side of a white truck to get some cover. He gets shot at from inside the truck it seems.. though it also seems fake. He takes a lot of shots without getting hurt. This happens two times. By now his son thinks we’re messing with him. Eventually his son gets into a police or ambulance car and drives off. I run along the passenger side and manage to open the rear door. Just barely, as the vehicle was speeding up and getting away from me. It’s ‘miracle’ that I managed to get it. I lean over. I consider pulling the handbrake but that seems foolish. I pull out the key instead. The suspect gets out a gun and I feel like I’m fucked. A few seconds later he’s got his hands on the roof of a car cause he’s getting arrested by Ice Cube and.. Kevin Hart? The gun is also on the roof though and he’s getting close. I stab him through the arm, just off his hand, with the key, while quoting a Cube lyric. I get a “damn son” look. I just turned from nerdy to having proven myself, in the same way that a nerdy white character proves himself to black gangsters in a comedy. Keyboard motorcycle I’m riding a motorcycle. The controls are pretty messed up. It’s a manual and instead of kicking up, I switch gears by pressing buttons on a sort of keyboard. I have to hold control and another button. I think at least, cause I’m not sure what I’m doing. I also have to then type the number of the gear I want to go into, meaning I have to remember which gear I’m in at all times. I pull up at a traffic light.
I'm looking out the window and into the backyard. I see all the trees in the back of my property in the dark of night and say to myself 'I wish I was lucid'. It hit's me and I say excitedly to myself 'I'm Lucid!' with the realization I'm in a dream. I remember my dream goal right away: studying how my own gravity works in dreams. I make a slight movement upward and completely resist all gravity, and float upward easily. I come down and go for a second very easy jump with very low gravity. On my decent, I phase through the wall to my right and sink partway into the ground, slowly. My visual go into white and I remind myself to stabilize and hold until the next scene. I rub my hands and hold in this white-out for a couple minutes.
For the following reason I did not even try to remember my dreams.........Yesterday we brought in our outside table which doubles as a dining room table for the indoor season of holidays. It's a nice table w/ granite tiles. And one of my daughters came by to pick up a crib mattress. After this, Meesha Cat went missing. Meesha cat never came home even to eat. I was up until 3:30 waiting on her & took 2 xanax to finally sleep. When I woke up she had missed her morning breakfast & daily mauling of my head by many hours. I scoured the neighborhood & prayed. I even fell in my garage which is actually an old barn packed full of dangerous, mostly useless shit & cut myself up. So I asked my neighbor & nothing. I then noticed her cat was outside which was odd. Meesha scares the hell out of that cat, lol & it stays clear of her & stays mostly in her house. I asked the cat where Meesha was, yup I really did that. And low & behold the cat went still & her eyes bugged out in fear. She froze. I turned around & you guessed it, Meesha was right there. She didn't want to go into the house. She let her pick her up, which is something she usually shies away from for some reason & brought her inside. She inspected the table & I basically gave her a kitty cat 4 course meal. She's exhausted but she did eventually play for a while. All I can figure is what we always thought about her is that she may have thought we were moving & that her last owner may have left her behind. She's a thoroughbred Maine Coon cat that ended up at the Humane Society which is unheard of.
Lately I've been changing up my sleeping routine and just not setting my alarm. It seems to be helping with recall...so far. I was in a little house that rested on top of the clouds. The house wasn't any that I recognized, but the sight outside was beautiful. Strangely, our house was the only one like this; no others were in sight, just an endless sea of clouds. In the house with me were my dad and my aunt. We were all gearing up to ride on some airships to this festival that would be taking place down on the surface, beneath the clouds. While we were preparing, multiple people I knew IRL also came to visit, popping up through the clouds on their own airships. The airships themselves looked like motorcycles without wheels. One guy who I didn't recognize popped up and laughed loudly, cupping his hands around his mouth and shouting towards us, "ARE YOU GUYS READY YET??" Eventually my grandpa appeared on his own airship, parking it on the house's balcony and coming in to chat with the lot of us. Unfortunately, if we did go to that festival, I certainly don't remember it. The next dream recalled was much smaller, and I think I had it after going back to sleep when I woke up to write the previous one. Me and my friend AJ were in this strange place that looked like a combination between my high school and a shopping mall. /for some reason, quite a few of my dreams feature warped or weird versions of shopping centers or my high school. I don't recall much from this dream, just that AJ was trying to lead me to some place, but I ignored him, as I had a bad feeling about it. Instead, I went upstairs to check the lockers, for some reason expecting to find something in them that was apparently very important.
I meditated for 30 minutes during my WBTB period then when back to sleep. During the period of falling asleep, I still tried to do a light meditation and not lose the mind frame I had minutes ago. I felt the shift which unmistakably meant I was in a dream. I could not move however; I feared that trying too hard to move would ruin lucidity.
Morning of September 12, 2016. Monday. The most obvious dream sign in a dream is being in a bed (which is not typically a “dream symbol” at all - it is usually just a subliminal memory of having gone to sleep, just as being undressed in public is) and such is the case here. However, it is not my real bed at some points even though the orientation falsely feels exactly the same. I find myself sleeping in Leonard’s bed in the King Street boarding house; a location I have not been to in over twenty years. Leonard’s room is arranged so that there are three beds; two to the east wall and one from the west wall somewhat in the middle on that side. Although Leonard (born August 1945) is only present briefly, there are also two malcontent disaffected college students sharing his room. They are probably only around twenty years of age. The bed I had been sleeping in is in the northeast area of his room (head to the east windows), where a bed had not only never been in reality, but had appeared as such in previous dreams, which causes me to yet again question why dreams “get everything wrong” so consistently like this in regards to layout, locations, and settings in general (even combining settings from two different countries), more especially as my dream self never takes notice of such an overt “mistake” that seems almost intentional as a type of tertiary dream sign which has been a facet of the majority of my dreams since earliest memory. I seem to be ostracized (by the two other males) for sleeping in Leonard’s bed due to the fact that I am not an actual tenant who pays rent at this boarding house at this time. I do not really care. Even though I am not lucid, I decide to get out of bed, allow myself to float up to the ceiling and hover there, facing downwards while very slowly turning about much like a large ceiling fan that is coming to a stop until my head faces east. The sensation and momentum feels perfect and very harmonious. Still, they do not seem amused, continuing to only glare up at me (which I find somewhat amusing), but they do not say much. I contemplate the idea of sleeping up here from now on while hovering downwards as such in the center of the room near the ceiling, slowly turning like a ceiling fan as if in an environment without gravity. Of the tens of thousands of dreams I have documented and closely studied (including with comparing and contrasting similar dreams), there seem to be three types of dream lucidity (not including scripted lucid dreams of which there is no point in posting online) that are nothing at all like typical lucid and semi-lucid dreams (which otherwise come into full control by spoken phrases, or including lately, the written word), and in fact, are so different from “ordinary” dreams as to be “something else”, especially apex lucidity, where full automatic control is manifest for as long as desired (or until the dream colorfully breaks up from needing to wake relative to the biological need to wake). Instinctual dreaming seems to be the most common type of dream for me since earliest memory (and is similar in clarity and mood to a typical non-lucid dream); that is, shaping at least part of my dream with background expectations (which is how some people create nightmares for themselves by focusing on and amplifying their own fearful expectations, without understanding that it is their conscious mind creating this, not the unconscious - which of course has no sentience or awareness) without at all having any level of actual lucidity or questioning my status or perspective in any way regardless of any wrongness or otherwise surreal nature of the setting or events. Two, pretense-based dreams, where whatever I say to another dream character or imply in a dream changes it perfectly based on my pretense even though there is no facet of lucidity at all. For example, I will say that I have valid identification to enter a secret military base (even though I “know” I do not) and it will simply manifest in my dream as such. Three, apex lucidity, something I cannot begin to understand due to its state being so utterly different than other dreams. Fully in-body, perfect clarity and sense of physical weight and momentum, solidity and incredibly realistic ambiance, and full ongoing “automatic” control based on any conscious desire (though conscious expectation is the dominating factor in most dreams anyway). The state is different from scripted lucid dreams (which often end after the last scripted event with the falling jolt waking mechanism as is to be expected) in that no practiced meditative sequence seems required and whole consciousness (though somehow shifted into liminal space) takes over completely (and the perception remaining at this level potentially indefinitely), with all the senses augmented.
Updated 09-09-2019 at 07:36 AM by 1390
Dream that involved a train or subway station. It was a long and creepy dream, but I recall no details. Another faux-lucid dream. I was restrained by a former colleague (don't recall which one), who had put chains around my wrists. He knew I could easily break them if he used just one normal chain, so he used several, made from very thick metal. So, he was aware of my lucid powers, and so was I, even though I don't think I was lucid! I was keen on showing the bastard he couldn't stop me, the dreamer, and tried to break the chains. The first time, I couldn't. Then I focused, convincing my mind the chains aren't real (there is no spoon!) - and this time they broke. I remember menacingly walking after an older man who worked there as well, scaring the hell out of him. He fled in terror, and I felt somewhat bad for him. I yelled after him that he should retire (???). I also (for the umpteenth time) learned to levitate and then fly, which I used during my attempts to terrorize my ex-colleagues.
Updated 09-20-2016 at 11:09 PM by 17412
1) Walked into reception and started looking through some papers looking for death certificates I commented that I had 3 today but could only find 2, and I had just seen the body of the third. Walked out of the office, a group of young girls was in my way I pushed through them. Outside there was another group of girls and they seemed to be being taught something. I saw one of my cats stood with them and went to give it some attention. 2) A watched a farmer plough a field. He was also planting some seeds. At the edge of the field I saw him cut a branch of a tree back becasue it was in the way.
Writing this down a few hours later. Think it would've made a memorable dream if I had written it down immediately. I'm in a room. It's the studio of an artist. A painter of sorts I think. He is... eccentric. He also runs a weed business from within this room. He has just hired his girlfriend to help him, but he's complaining about everything she does. He's giving her instructions: this joint you light before handing it over, this one you just hand over, this particular weed you give this much of, and so on. He's complaining that his previous employee was great. I feel bad for his girlfriend. This artist has made an art work on a canvas for me. Not entirely sure if everything was painted on. He just finished and is now taking a break, relaxing on some beanie bag type of thing. The artist can still edit the art work, but he's put so much effort into it that I feel bad about it. He's also hinting strongly that it would be a lot of work. I'm not really satisfied with the work though. A second painting will come after his break. I show the first one (or the second one?) to my non-existent girlfriend. I think it's a painting of her, but she doesn't recognise it and I'm kinda shy to tell her for some reason. Not sure what happened, but I think she got mad and it was the final straw. We broke up on the spot. She stayed inside with the artist and I went outside. The girlfriend also went outside. Outside the door is the first time I really take a look at her. She's wearing short heels and something with bare legs. She's pasty white. Somewhere along the dream some chemistry starts evolving between us.
I'm talking with mismagius. There are lines of text appearing, like in chat. We are discussing something. DR 2: I am walking with few others outside. There is nothing there, just some fields and trees. But that path was leading somewhere. It was getting dark and I realized we left too late and we need a flashlight. I was a bit mad at myself how come I don't have one on me. I look back and we already walked a good distance, so going back for a flashlight was not really possible. I pulled out some small gadget that had a small very bright light on it. It was not enough to light the way, but at least alerted others not to bump into us.
This dream was awhile ago, but it made no sense to me. The time period was probably in the 60's or something. Me and my siblings and a bunch of other kids went to school in the same room. We were dressed in dresses and the guys were in pants and shirts. I could see myself as around eight years old asking the teacher something. Then i was back in my body. I asked where my desk was, and a student led me to a desk whose name tag said "Lemontine". I could feel i was the omega. When the lunch bell rang, all the staff and students changed into today's clothes. We played many sports. I was shunned a bit in kickball. The teachers played with us. Any ideas?
Updated 09-12-2016 at 01:33 AM by 91562
My dream was about getting married. I was apparently getting married but it wasn't any traditional type of wedding scene. It was more like a before thing like food & entertainment. Some of it was like a bachelor/bachelorette party. I was looking through a bin of supposed party favors but they were like bits & pieces from children's toys. You know the kind that has a million little pieces & cardboard backgrounds. Then I was up at the counter where food was being served behind the glass & there were kinds of fish & really big crabs & I asked if they had lobster. The guy laughed & said Lobster?! He thinks this is really funny & opens a curtain up next to the food bar. He says, if it's lobster you want, you ought to be in here! There were men stripping w/ a full audience & stage. This wasn't your low rate strip show, there were very muscular talented dancers that weren't ugly! I knew this was most certainly a dream at this point & tried to become lucid but I had had more than enough sleep & started to wake up. I tried really hard to lay back down but it just wasn't meant to be.
11.09.2016 (DEILD) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I woke up from a dream and decided to do a RC. I was dreaming. I tried to get out of bed but I couldn't. I waited a bit and tried again. I landed on the floor. I couldn't get up, my body felt extremely heavy. I tried stabilizing by rubbing my hands but it didn't work, I couldn't feel my hands. I fell on my back. I thought of MadMonkey's Stability Potion. I spawned a stability candy, it was yellow. I ate it and gained momentary stability, but the heaviness came back right away. I was back in bed, did another RC, still dreaming. I tried to get up but I couldn't. I levitated and reached the stairs. I tried to stand up but fell down the stairs. I was back in bed. One eye was closed. I opened it and thought I was opening it IRL, as I was facing the same way on my bed in both the dream and IRL it was hard to tell. I teleported to the stairs. My mom was organizing the closet. I opened the door, it was dark outside. I closed the door and opened it again, it was a bit lighter. I tried to get outside but I couldn't. I heard someone falling through the stairs. I turned around and there was nothing. I was afraid it had been my dog IRL, but then thought there was no way I would have heard that. My DEILD alarm woke me up (oh the irony). I stayed still. I plugged my nose and I was dreaming surprisingly. I couldn't out of bed. I spun around really fast and ended up watching a game. I was controlling one of the characters, I was in a plaza in the middle of the day. I went into my character so I could have a body. I started running while rubbing my hands. I tried to take off but I fell. I had a few more FAs/DEILD Chains and they were all crappy. I woke up a bit mad that I couldn't enjoy any of these.
11.09.2016 (DILD) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I was travelling with my Physio class to a conference. The first part of the trip was on train, the second one on plane. During the liftoff we were told to decompress due to the change of atmospheric pressure. I plugged my nose, thought of doing a RC, but instead blew air through my nose and felt my ears pop. We arrived at the city and I went to the hotel I would be staying at. Mt dad and brother were there. We went for lunch and then back to the hotel. The next day I went to the conference; we were all really excited about it. We listened to a few talks and then played games. I went back to the hotel, and I was flying back the next morning. My brother and dad were going to be driving back. They dropped me off at the airport and left. My class was there; we were going to be using a more advanced plane which we had to board mid-flight. We were each in a capsule that would launch towards the plane. I got in mine and waited. I heard the capsules being sent one at a time, then followed by silence, then commotion. Someone opened my capsule. They told me they had terrible news. Something had gone wrong; everyone in my class was dead. My dad heard the news and came to pick me up. He was happy nothing had happened to me, but I felt guilty. We went back to the hotel, I couldn't stop crying. My dad explained that they had made a stupid mistake in one of the calculations and that he could have done it better himself. I went to bed and my brother told me that he had heard that it was done on purpose; someone wanted us dead. He then said there was also a theory that we were being haunted by a ghost or something; I said that if that was the case I would probably be dead by tomorrow. The next morning I was alone in the hotel room. I started hearing loud bangs at the door and decided to hide. I went through different rooms and reached a huge washroom with different showers. I hid in one and tried to remain calm. This can't be happening, I thought. I plugged my nose and took a deep breath. I did it again just to make sure I was dreaming. I was extremely relieved to know it was a dream. I thought about continuing the dream plot, but then thought it was such a shitty dream that I decided to do my own thing. I went through the wall and found myself in the town. I looked up and got ready to take off when the dream crashed.
More radio silence for an entirely different reason this time around. These past handful of days, I've been recalling little fragments. Although they were little, however, they held important significance. Each one dealt with a pretty symbolic subject matter corresponding to stuff that's been going on in my life lately. A shame more detail for them wasn't recalled. Which leads me to how things have been IRL these past few days. Lately, I've been undergoing a change in attitude. It was a busy week for me and my family, as we had my aunt and cousin over and we never see them since we moved, so we did a lot of stuff. One thing of note we did was go to the beach. The beach holds a lot of meaning to me, when it comes to lucid dreaming anyways. First and foremost, it's a relaxing place. Everything about it; the sounds, the breeze, the vastness of it all. It helps that we went at dusk. It also holds meaning due to my use of it in my lucid dreaming story Dream Gazers, as a meet-up place for the protagonists' shared lucid dreams. I find myself thinking about lucid dreaming a lot whenever I go to the beach anymore, and sometimes it can bring on strong, vivid dreams. In this case, it didn't, but that's okay. Since that night at the beach, I've sort of been re-analyzing my path in life and what I'm doing, where I'm going, what I want to do now. My life got turned upside down last year, and I've been scrambling to piece it together since then, barely able to grasp hold of something concrete. It's just difficult, sometimes, figuring yourself out, y'know? I've had to re-adjust all my expectations, all my feelings, all my views after losing someone special, and now, I think I'm starting to gain a foothold. Multiple plans of action have been laid out before me, and in thinking hard about these things, I've felt a lot more happy and clear headed these past few days than I have in a while. I've been doing my standard LDing practices in the course of that time, but I haven't been 100% going at it, as I've busied my mind so much with the future. In any case, that's done nothing to throw me off the track, and I'm thankful for it. To cap all of these thoughts up, I remembered (and wrote down) a non-lucid this morning, with moderate detail. ^^ I was visiting my friend's house (call him A) and hanging out with the girl (K) from my prior dream (I'm starting to think she may be a dream sign) where she asked me to that dance. IRL this girl is A's niece, and I'm good friends with both of them. Strangely, A appeared to be absent. K said he was upstairs, but while we hung out down in the kitchen eating breakfast, he was no where to be seen, and we certainly couldn't hear him upstairs. What was strange about the setting of this dream was that it was shot like a movie. I could see myself in third person, and multiple dramatic effects and music scores would play when certain things happened. At one point later in the dream, I rushed back into the house, my mom and aunt following closely behind me. We were running from something outside, but I don't recall what it was, or if we even knew what it was. Also later on in the dream, K appeared on the news. Nothing bad had happened, thankfully, but I don't remember why she was on the news or what they were talking about, yet she was sitting right across from me still. She looked at the TV with an amused expression, and we resumed our daily activities. So that's been me these past few days. Life's just being life.
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