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Last night bed 9pm - 2:50 am

2x300 alpha GPC 2:57 am
2x4 pure Galantamine 4:05 am

Had some breakfast, read the TOTM thread, poked around the forum and chat.

Went on a sofa right after taking GM at 4:05 am

1hr30 min long lucid. Had 3 distinct breaks in it when I felt my whole head be cold and buzzing, instead of the usual top back of the head.

Fell asleep immediatelly. Had a lucid even lasting till 5:49 when I decided to wake up to remember it better. But I didn't get up, went back to sleep.

Didn't do anything major, so I'm just gonna write some bullet points.

1. All 3-4 parts of the lucid event were in same part of the town where my gramma lived. At night. Not very inviting place, I wanted to get out of there badly.

2. Lots of looking up at the stars realizing that I never do it so happy that I finally did. It was beautiful with lots of stars.

3. Looking for the moon wanting to fly there. I was hoping that having a target will make it easier to fly, because I was having trouble flying.

First I only flew at hight of some small trees. Hitting the branches as going through them. Remembering another lucid when it felt more real. Grabbing on to branches, climbing up higher, then doing the same at the next tree to go higher again.

Then I blew up a weather balloon and it was helping me to float a little bit.

4. Major breakthrough - when it was dark either during the transition or after, I "opened my eyes" first time sucessfully and actually saw. Once I wished I was flying by a nebula, but I don't think I saw a nebula. I was opening my eyes slowly but without much resistance.

5. I remembered what sageous said about higher level lucids and memory. So I told myself where I live, town I grew up in and that I am at home sleeping on a sofa. When I woke up, town names were correct.

6. I remembered the TOTM. I wanted to find the olympic couldron but the lucid was ending and I didn't remember it in the next one.

I don't remember any more. Last 20 or so minutes before I woke up were spent looking for sex, but I don't think it was lucid. I remember me wanting to test how touch feels differently in a lucid, so I asked a girl if I can feel her boobies. She said yes and I did.

I will add more if I remember it.

The non-lucid part after I went back to sleep. I was in small cafeteria of my old school, again looking for sex. Ended up talking to some girl students and being nostalgic after my old school. Then I was telling a group of them about lucid dreaming, but they were more interested in listening to someone who had zero experience but he had some fantastic claims about something related. I let them be.

My dream was long and varied, but the one thing I'd love to talk about was a videogame that I created last night. The game was an RTS that was based entirely around drawing lines into the ground. The game starts just like any RTS with a home area with some resources, and the first thing you do is trance a line around an area of resources that will immediately sprout castle walls once you complete the line to itself. An auto algorithm puts the front door, parapets and windows in, and makes a cool castle based on your shape. Then the building spawns workers that work the resource inside. If you trace lines around the castle, it makes walls. Soon after doing this there are enough resources to start buying units. They will emerge from the first castle (you can keep making them) and there are many classes of them. You control them by right clicking instead of left clicking, which draws lines of command instead of building. The lines control their paths and behavior and are very subtle yet complex.

Then you fight the other guy.

Morning of September 22, 2016. Thursday.



I am in Africa on a long expedition. My wife Zsuzsanna and our children and some unknown people are on the journey. Curiously, the “vehicle” we are using to travel in is only a tent that is somehow moving over the savanna without any apparent explanation (as it does not seem to have wheels; it somehow slides slowly over the ground). I have seven pet lions, at least three being male. They walk along with us on our journey without incident.

A male lion is inside the tent at one point but is not a threat. I am also in the tent for a time to “sleep” and also to look at a treasure map. As we travel over the savanna, I watch the scene from above for a time but I am eventually back in my physical form. We are seeking some sort of magical or at least special material, a roll or piece of cloth with special properties, the location of which is apparently indicated on the map.

We reach an isolated outdoor market where there are several African cashiers, at least three of them females around forty years of age. They seem to be selling the special cloth we had been seeking. There are two counters set up on each side of an outside area I enter. I examine a cloth which I first feel may be what we are seeking. A cashier tells me that it is a thousand dollars for a yard of it. I am not so sure this situation will work out. I go to the opposite counter to look around a bit.

One male lion walks around near the counters, being as tame as a dog, and I pat its head. Other people do not seem to be at all concerned about my lions.

Eventually, I notice a piece of cloth that I expect is the one we need. It is uneven though and is not quite a yard. The cashier tells me this one is also a thousand dollars if I want it. I almost express my annoyance to her but I do not. I take out my wallet and pull out one fifty-dollar bill after another, materializing the money out of thin air just at the point my hand is in the wallet, deliberately doing this and realizing this, but without dream state lucidity. I assertively hand her the money which I just mentally willed out of my wallet, twenty fifty-dollar notes, which I know is exactly a thousand dollars. She happily gives me the material.

The cloth’s design shows a repeating pattern (in mostly bright orange, yellow, and sepia saturated hues) of a scene of two lions (male and female) lying in the savanna in front of a boulder and a tree and the sun on the horizon in the background at their left. I pick up the supposed special cloth from the counter and we are on our way. Of course, this represents Zsuzsanna and I sleeping together during the sunrise, the cloth being a literal association with bed sheets and pillow cases.

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Lion autosymbolism has already been explained in many of my past entries, but here is a brief rundown: Factor one is coalescence (potentially being “swallowed” back into whole consciousness) and factor two is the augmented domestic cat association as being a “witness” to the dream state and the nature of liminal space (that is, the autosymbolic waking process). This dream is based on a partial association with “The Sleeping Gypsy”, an 1897 oil painting by French Naïve artist Henri Rousseau. The association transforms into the ending autosymbolism of this dream of which also represents art and the nature of sleeping and dreaming, as dreams are autosymbolic of the nature of the dream state and waking process itself. The cashiers and the checkout scenario are autosymbolic of the dream state’s implied exit point.

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I run an art academy for troubled kids. One boy of 15 is scarily talented and destined for fame. He promises the students that if he becomes a big artist he will come back and wisk them all away.

But in walks my cousin. She seduces the boy. He loses all interest in art. We all know he now will never amount to anything more than a sex slave for an old nympho lady. My cousin and the boy hop into a car and peel out of the academy.

The other students and I refuse to let her steal him. We can’t give chase because we have no vehicles. We do have a few little red toy jeeps. Standing in the yard it very slowly dawns that this whole situation could be a dream. I look at the students worried faces and decide that if this is a dream I will do everything in my lucid power to rescue our artist.

I take a plastic toy car and place the palms of my hands on the door. I slowly slide my hands in opposite directions along the vehicle and it lengthens. I smile and think, “we ARE dreaming”. I continue to enlarge the vehicle until a bunch of students can fit inside. I do the same to the second toy car. Another batch of students climb into it. They all leave.

But I have no vehicle. “I need a car.” I say to the dream. Another toy vehicle appears but it looks like a miniaturized child’s car bed instead of a battery operated toy car. It’ll do. I lengthen the toy just enough for me to sit on it. I think for it to move forward. It goes, jerkily at first, then smooths out the faster I go. I catch up to the other two vehicles. We see the artist far ahead of us pull into driveway.

We all pull into the drive and are met by a giant black bear that will not let us pass. The bear is chained up. The students will be safe. I super leap into a tree to see where my cousin went. She has turned into a crusty old farmer who drags the boy toward the barn. I look down and see the grass is cut into C shapes and they slide and shift into curvy patterns. They mean something but I don’t have time to decipher.

I jump down to the bear. It rears and is a good 4 feet higher than me. I leap up and hover before its face, place my hand on its forhead and sing, “All is well, all is well, all is well, to you I tell.” The bear calms and flops lazily onto the ground. Some kids stay with the bear. Others come to rescue the artist.

We get to the barn just in time to see a pick up truck speed across the field. The students run back for their car. I pick up a stick and hold it in both hands behind and across my butt. I sit on the stick and lift into the air as if on a swing. I fly along in this manner close behind the truck. The students in the car catch up. They want a flying swing as well. I tell them to hop on a stick and fly along. They do, but ride theirs as a witch will ride a broomstick.

We catch the old farmer and the boy going into a concert hall but they escape when security confronts us. I have no time for this and push them backwards. They blink out of existence with a strange bwooping sound like defeated video game baddies. We rush into the concert and split up to find the artist. I’m far too impatient to search so sit and whisper, “Find me.” The artist steps out of the crowd and sits by my side. I tell him this is a dream and I demand he tell me what he really is. He only ever gives me cryptic replies like, “I am somewhere.” Or “I am dark matter.” When he asks who I really am I tell him, “I am the Walrus.” We both laugh.

He never tells me who he is and eventually we get lost in the concert music.

Dream from Sept 21st
7 hours sleep

Baby Kennel: I go visit my niece in the hospital. Incubators with malformed and sick babies line the halls. The incubators are stacked three high. Some of the babies wake and stare at me. I should acknowledge them all but if I do I will never get to visit my niece. Perhaps on the way out I will talk with the babies. I get to my niece and my sister tells us the hospital has changed to a sick baby kennel.

Unplugged: Noise in my basement leads me down to it. The lights won’t come on. The whole basement is pitch black except for a single beam of light shining through the window onto a very old Kurt Cobain. He sits wearily in the old armchair. I ask why he is in my basement and he answers with songs from the unplugged album. I sit and sing with him.

Fat Gibson: At a gala and people gather around a celebrity. It's Mel Gibson. He is very fat, his belly literally looks as if a giant beach ball is stuffed inside it. The shirt has jumbled flags, stars, and stripes all over it. He acts like a pig.

Star Search: I spend too much time with my telescope trying to find an elusive comet in a night sky overly packed with stars.

Dreams for Sept 21st
7 hours sleep

Last night bed 9pm - 2:50 am

2x300 alpha GPC 2:57 am

Dream before 2:50am

There was something with an old arab. He was rich and people were kinda scared of him, he was like a "boss" of the neighborhood. We go there through lots of hallways with some bodyguards. The room we get to is huge, lots of sofas and pillows.

Leaving through stairs on a wall. It's a solid rock wall of a mountain, perfectly vertical. There are only somy protrusions like stair rungs. Somebody is leading me. I stop to take a picture with my camera phone. The person looks back so I show him the picture later that he is in it too, if it's ok with him.

DR2
Walking by some hills that people use for picknicks. We have a spot there too, thinking about exchanging it for another one.

DR2
Walking through a new neighborhood looking for a house we are suppose to move into. Somebody lived there before. Their neghbors are suppose to help us with taking our boy to school, since we are new. I'm trying to talk to this woman who is getting her son dressed. She is the one who is suppose to help. I keep saying Hi, but as if she didn't hear me. Somebody finally taps her on the shoulder and she lifts her head. Her face looks beat up, eyelid swollen, tears in her eyes.

Recall was for the most part bad. Too much waking life crap going on which I'm having trouble keeping off my mind during the night.

Lots of sex scenes spread over the night after a fairly long absence. So I'll just make the rest of this entire DJ entry into a spoiler.

Spoiler for many sexual scenes:

+(f) sex outside by a river? Then a scene of a girl pulling stuff out of her mouth?

+ close up view of the process of a sword being sharpened by laying it on a bed of fist-sized rocks and rubbing rocks and things on top of it. Sitting at a table and I want the guys at the table to take a look at my sister's (instrument) and I pull it out and hold it in my hands and look at the strings and try to figure out which string it was I wanted adjusted/replaced, I want to pass it around the table but I know my sister would probably hate that, I ask her and she says "Oh, so they can ruin it like they did with <some other thing>?"

+(f) <perform an impossible sexual stunt>

+ I'm in a dark bedroom, my friend MR has brought a girl for sex? I get a brief glimpse of her, I close my laptop (which has pictures displaying on the top of the closed cover? 2nd time that's happened), I'm standing in the dark bedroom and turn around and the bed is empty, I believe that I can will the girl to return simply by expecting it, I open the covers and get into the bed but she never returns

+(f) outside daylight suburban street scene: I see some odd animals and insects. Some "bunny" is on the road with people around it and they're goading it to do something? I see some small thing like a mouse in its mouth and the rabbit is shaking its head vigorously.

+ LD#204 LUCIDD (<- my new DV-search-friendly keyword for finding lucid dreams in my DJ) #204 I'm about to try doing an <impossible sexual stunt> and, remember that I did this earlier in a dream, If I can do this, that means I'm dreaming... and it works, and I get lucid, and I continue for a bit. I stop and get up and there are people at the door (a man?). I'm in my CH sister's bedroom. Then a woman enters and her top is open and and she gets down and continues the fun. I first try to stabilize by noticing the surroundings, the floor is littered with clothing, I look at it and touch it there is a pile of red cloth there (a shirt?), but I soon wake up once she starts.

+(f) I see a line up of girls who will be participating in the porn shoot in the next room? I go to the next room and some people direct the girls to get into position there in the scene

It’s daytime and I’m driving a white motorcycle in what appears to be an Indonesian city. I’m driving on the left side of the road. I decide to stop my bike on the side of the road. I think I may be dreaming, but I’m not sure yet and I don’t want to take any chances, considering that I’m driving a motorcycle. I try to push my fingers through my palm and it works. I instantly realise that I am indeed dreaming. I decide to get up from the bike. The whole steering section has just vanished, allowing me to dismount very easily. I continuously re-push my finger through my palm and keep telling myself that I’m dreaming. I think of other things that I can do to stabilise the dream. I’m doing good so far. I might even win the challenge with werty52 to have a 5 minute long lucid. I decide to strengthen the dream by focusing on my senses. I drop to the ground and run my hands over the sand that’s on the ground. The sense of touch is very realistic. It feels awesome. Throughout the dream I feel some excitement, but I contain it.

I am in a room somewhere inside. I have the feeling it’s an Indonesian room somehow. I feel the need to RC (perhaps because I feel like I’ve had a FA, though I’m not sure anymore) so I try to push my finger through my palm and it works. I realise I’m dreaming again. I consider what to do for a moment. I don’t have any real goals, any actions to undertake. I walk over close to a wall. Then I crouch down on the ground, placing my hands on the ground as well. I decide to let myself phase through the ground. I know that normally this is done with the wall, but ah, whatever. Without putting any conscious effort into it, I slowly start sinking into the ground. I wonder what will await me on the other side. I get about halfway through when I hear a sound that throws me off guard. I assume it to be from the waking world, though I’m not certain. It’s the sound of a mobile food vendor coming by.

I’m in a similar, or perhaps the same room again. I’m seated in a comfy chair. I’m already considering that I might be dreaming again and perform the finger through palm technique. I’m not fully convinced by the results, because my finger goes through at the edge of my palm, making me doubt whether it really went through or just along the side. For some reason I can’t make it out very clearly. A bit in the distance are two white people, a guy and a girl my age. They come over to talk. I’ve never met before. Now I’m performing the same RC over and over, while trying to have a conversation with 2 strangers and trying to make a good first impression. The guy is German and has me using my very limited vocabulary. The girl is from Australia. We talk for a bit more. Eventually I want to get this RC right so I ask the guy to touch index finger tips with me. I figure that this way I won’t be attempting to smash my finger through my hand like an idiot and if my finger passes through his, I’m dreaming. Yeah.. totally normal request to make. So much for a good first impression.

Morning of September 22, 2016. Thursday.



It seems to be late at night and I am walking with Zsuzsanna in an unfamiliar small town. Somehow I get distracted and find myself on my own in an area vaguely similar in some ways to an area near a church in Bundaberg (though I do not consider my location or have any concern about being in an unknown place). Even though I am not lucid I try to focus on a large stone water fountain as if I am subliminally aware of the nature of water induction to increase the depth and clarity of the dream state.

An unfamiliar priest approaches and seems to want me to move on or is there to tell me what to do as perhaps he does not like me being here so late at night. He tries to impress me by causing a moonbeam to create a glowing circle on the surface of the water. In a way, it seems rather eerie to me, though I vaguely recall it as a circadian rhythms factor (again, even though I am not lucid) and relative to moon or moonlight induction.

“So what,” I say. “I can make the sun come out in the middle of the night.” (I say this without realizing that the sun represents consciousness or the conscious identity within the dream state and thus I am actually talking about lucid dreaming without being lucid.) The area that the priest and I are standing now seems to be a storefront. I move my hands with a level of mental certainty and expectation that the sun will rise at my command, though again not being lucid at this point. Instead, a small sunbeam reaches my feet. At least I accomplished something based on my claim.

I decide to turn around and use whatever sunlight there is to mock the priest by making various shadow forms on the outer wall of the store. A circle of light (almost like a spotlight on a stage) of about a foot and a half in diameter appears on the concrete block outer wall. I lift my left hand up and make an incredibly realistic monkey shadow (after a few false starts with rabbit and dog heads), complete with legs, arms, and a tail, and moving about like a real monkey, almost as if suspended on its own. “Chee-chee-chee-chee,” I utter, happily making my version of a monkey sound. The priest seems to feel insulted as well as outdone by my miraculous abilities and thus he walks off. Even though I am still not at the lucid stage, shadow play is fairly common in certain vivid lucid dream types. Typically, the shadow symbolizes the dream self as “casting” conscious self identity into the dream state (at least when it is a human “duplicate” of the dream self though here, my dawning consciousness is apparently very playful), though this situation does not yet trigger my lucidity.

As I walk, the sun finally rises fully at my subtle command and with no “glitches”. As a result, my consciousness becomes more fully integrated into the dream state in a lucid sense, though not quite apex lucidity (full automatic control with enhanced senses and full body awareness even with full weight and momentum discernment). Just as I turn left around a corner I am at full conscious clarity, which I immediately find very thrilling. I notice a young version of Zsuzsanna (probably as she was a few years before we first wrote) standing on a garden wall of about four feet high, though I do not question this oddity. Several others (all unfamiliar) are standing around, possibly waiting for a bus. Zsuzsanna may also be waiting for the bus even being up on this wall. I hover and move up to stand on the wall with her. She does not seem to recognize me yet and takes on the essence of the preconscious personification.

“This is my dream, so we will get together and have some fun,” I boldly state. “I don’t care about these other people standing around.” She seems to slowly agree or at least lets me hug and kiss her passionately for a long time. Becoming more and more stimulated I indulge in various sensual events (the sense of touch augmented), though meanwhile, three times, for no particular reason, I decide to shoot large masses of spiderweb out of my right hand. One car becomes fully covered in my web, the imagery of which I find amusing when I look back. A couple people are swept back and stuck onto buildings but are not harmed.

Eventually, I notice a large unusual-looking airplane flying in the sky (from right to left). Its wings are up and back almost like a butterfly form and I feel a sense of beauty. Curiously, I do not mentally register it as the “return flight” waking transition symbol even though I have experienced the same metaphor thousands of times in various dream types (though not in the majority of lucid dreams). I notice a very unusual bookshelf-like structure on the other side of town and which seems to be atop a mountain. I focus on this. Although it vaguely reminds me of “Hollywood Squares”, the platforms (or seating areas) are at different levels. There are at least nine demigods in yellow Tibetan monk robes sitting and standing within the structure. I assume they are perhaps thirty feet tall or more. The visible forward edges of the skewed “Hollywood Squares” structure are mostly cream-colored, orange, and yellow. The demigods begin singing to Zsuzsanna and me very loudly and with love and happiness. The music is very clear and rhythmic and very enjoyable (though of an unfamiliar melody which I may record at a future date). They are singing something about tilling and gardening, something like, “In the morning when you wake up, till the soil with love…” and another phrase with “tilling” in it and something about “the next morning you will find”. It goes on for several minutes and as I hold Zsuzsanna, I slip into a less vivid and non-lucid false awakening as the airplane reaches the midpoint of my perspective, over the seemingly divine structure. (Of course, this structure symbolizes the sunrise and waking as non-lucid dreams typically do in the last segment - even though I am still semi-lucid - and a cheerful conscious coloring of my day ensues.)

In the false awakening I am with Zsuzsanna sitting on the floor of our present home. Our youngest son is present. He seems to have gathered seven unusual creatures (there are seven in our family). They seem to be some sort of unlikely composite of seashell, caterpillar, beetle, and chrysalis. For some reason, I point out to Zsuzsanna that they are “brains”, although I add to their number (starting with three, I think) as I notice more and more of them (though still a total of seven). Their shells are very complex in coloring, with mostly thin bands and paisley-like patterns of browns, yellows, and cream colors. There are two different shapes, the two largest being somewhat cylindrical and the others like trapezoidal prisms.

I look at a magazine page that Zsuzsanna is looking at. At first, I see the same airplane as from my previous dream, though as a silhouette in a full page sky photograph. As I tell Zsuzsanna about the dream I just had (the most common false awakening scenario for me other than actually attempting to write it out and soon seeing that my writing changes or that I had written nothing), I tell her how this looks just like the airplane from my dream. I find that unusual but when I look again, I see that it is an upside-down helicopter silhouette (a second “return flight” transition that actually represents my false awakening and how one of the first things I ever heard Zsuzsanna say on her first cassette which she mailed to me being “so if it sounds a bit upside-down, it’s from down-under), which I find rather curious - and from here I actually wake.

I was working in Amsterdam (never did in real life). The place was a district full of old Dutch buildings in any of which there was an IT department with mine, in accordance with real life, being Java development). There was a canal in the middle, in perfect Amsterdamse stijl. Among the few weird things, there was a woman crying silently that didn't want to speak about it with me, and a girl being stalked by a creepy guy, protected by her brother and me.

I woke many and many times tonight and every single time I did a reality check. Unfortunately I was always awake for real.

Church Monster: A friend and I zip line over a very old street and to its end. The walk back is a very long one and I am missing a shoe. I walk carefully. We find an abandoned church and break into it. The zip liners who came behind us follow us into the church. Deep within we encounter an alien like creature that is white with compound eyes. It chases us out but I need to go back to try talk to the thing. The others won’t let me.

Grave Message: Continuation of above just not with the same dream characters? I'm barefoot in a weedy graveyard and looking for something. Two other people appear. They are barefoot as well. We find a tipped tomb stone nearly swallowed up by weeds. When it is cleaned off we stand around attempting to decipher the message. We take photos of it then leave. We walk extra carefully because the street is covered in broken glass.

Tenant: I rent out my extra bedroom to a twenty something year old guy. All is fine until night comes. The guy is afraid to sleep in a room by himself in the dark. He asks to sleep on the floor in my room. I shrug a "go ahead" and he camps out on my floor. I can't sleep. I suspect he might be up to no good.

Aprox 8 hours sleep. Way too much.

This dream started as a nightmare. A pretty terrifying one. There was a person in bed, in a dark bedroom. She (I think it was a girl) started "changing" into a horrific monster, like in "The Thing". I think it attacked me. Next thing I remember, we're in a supermarket, and the thing is attacking me. I gained courage somehow, and remember getting pretty savage. I think I poked its eyes out with my fingers, and shoved my hand in its maw (it had a humanoid head, but slimy grey skin and huge teeth). I didn't feel pain, despite obviously being bitten, and I didn't expect to feel it, either. A subconscious sliver of realization that this was a dream? I rammed the creature into a glass... what do you call it... the glass doors of a refrigerated cabinet where you have all the meat products and whatever are on display. Next thing I know, the "creature" is on the ground, defeated... and it turns out it's a girl on stilts, wearing a silly suit! She's crying, and people are rushing to help her. I think they blamed me, and said I hurt her.

I was in some kind of "survival game", played in an outdoor arena. There were ruins, bushes and some open spaces. It started with scavenging for weapons and gear, and then staying alive. I remember wearing body armor in one session, and a backpack in a later one (I suddenly felt my armor was now a backpack). I also had an intense standoff with a woman. She had a ponytail, and a pistol, and I had a pretty semi-automatic rifle. Not an AR-15, but longer and with a smaller magazine. We aimed at each other, kind of daring each other to shoot. She back away slowly, never letting me out of her sights. I wanted to kill her, by slowly pulling the trigger. I figured if I pulled it slowly enough, she wouldn't notice. The gun fired... but not really, because I had no ammo... luckily, she didn't notice it, and disappeared. I think I discarded the empty gun, and started scavenging some random parts to build a new gun.

Definite flu. The puking has begun. I was able to write down my dreams but now I only have time to write this short excerpt. I'll post it tomorrow. Non-lucids but really colorful & interesting. Stay tuned.

No luck recalling anything this day - I woke up too quickly.

Dreamed that I was build a computer that had these super loud fans everywhere like on the monitor and inside the tower. The computer felt like one giant box fan. That's really what I remember mostly.