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Morning of October 9, 2017. Monday.



Zsuzsanna and I are sleeping in our bed in our present home, the bed being of the same orientation as in reality, though I perceive the house as somewhat different. It seems to be early morning.

Looking to my left, I see a tiger in a cage. It is close to our bed and parallel and longways to our bed. The tiger is lying on its stomach and does not seem either agitated or threatening.

There are ambiguous thoughts that cause me to contemplate that the “cage” (with vertical bars) is actually a baby cot, as, in real life, the cot is in this location and also has vertical bars. After a short time, I feel movement. It takes me a few seconds to realize that our bed is moving westerly, head first, rather than the “cage” being towed away easterly as I first considered (as there was a vague thought that it was part of a train).

I see a tall shadow on the wall (the part of the wall where our last telephone was in real life). I first “realize” that it is my shadow, then I realize that the bodily proportions are wrong and it is probably our youngest son (even though his head’s silhouette almost reaches the ceiling). This makes me consider, in semi-lucidity, that he is awake (which was true). The setting is then back to normal. No tiger, no movement.

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Most of this dream is based on residual literal memory carried into the dream state. This is especially true of a bed scene, which is sometimes more of a result of a partial waking unless there is more distortion or a different location, though it is still not symbolic, simply the subliminal memory of having fallen asleep.

As already mentioned, we do have a “cage” (cot) to the left of our bed in reality. Additionally, there is a very large wall clock featuring a tiger in our lounge room, to the left of the door. The dream state confusion (basic thinking skills are not usually extant in non-lucid dreams) of a tiger image and the cot is unsurprising and not mysterious at all, especially as we have small stuffed tigers (of a somewhat realistic appearance) that had been in the cot at times in the past.

A telephone’s location (even if no longer relevant to where one is now) relates to the dream self’s subliminal awareness of communication with the conscious self identity or other factors outside of the dream state. A human shadow is usually my conscious self identity “looking into” (metaphorically) the dream state. In this case however, it was seemingly our youngest son. My dream self was perceiving his real physical essence as he was already awake.

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A wonderful dream. A place filled with big rich cities and the time to explore them. I found a girl and we went forth togethher, trying different foods and languages. I swam in the ocean and tried different things.

Met my old friends again, which I will call F and B. Or at least I considered them friends... Until for some reason they started hating me, the reasons mostly political. As the world grew more polarized, so did we. I'm a rationalist and centrist (from my point of view, I know), they were very much on the far-left of the spectrum. It didn't work.

So I met them again somewhere, and F talked about his time in university (which was ages ago in real life). He said they "at least banged the (forgot subject) teacher before the end of the year". I was a little... surprised he would speak of such explicit things, but I just said "really, cool!" or something like that. Then he said it was more of a gangbang, and the teacher was a dude. This really surprised me, as I realized this meant he was gay - a fact I didn't know about him. I don't recall what I said (it was a rhetorical question, out of surprise, not negative judgement), but he instantly interpreted as if I was being homophobic (they have always seen me as a Nazi, just for not buying into their radical leftist ideas) and offensive. The disgust on his face... summarized exactly how I feel my former friends feel about me. Clearly, I'm not over it. Then the other 'friend', B, suggested I was an antisemitist. Not sure how the conversation went that way. I defended myself and said I wasn't... because I'm not, the suggestion is ludicrous. He dismissed my defense, with that same look of disgust as the other friend from before. They hated me... for being something I am not! If only they could see through my eyes, or look into my mind, and see I am none of the things they think I am. Anyway, he pulled out his phone, opened Facebook and showed a comment I made on a picture as evidence of my "antisemitism". It was a pro-Israel post condemning atrocities committed against them. Despising hypocrisy, I replied something sarcastic, reminding them of how the atrocities they are committing themselves (in Palestine, presumably). And that was, from B's point of view, evidence I was a Jew-hating Nazi.

I felt miserable when I woke up. The world has gone insane. Or is it just me who has gone insane?

In the first dream, I remember going to J's house on his computer and constantly forgetting whether or not I was awake. I asked my aunt for some dream recall pills and she said no. I also remembe being in my art class for a short time, and then I remember being on a forum of people talking about satanic movies. In this same thread, we were making a poster of a guy who resembled Marilyn Manson with a bunch of signs on him that had quotes from satanic media.

In another dream, I was leaving school through the MP room. This MP room resembled the one from my elementary school. Shortly after attempting to leave the MP room, I was forced to play soccer or something. I protested against this, saying that I was an atheist or something. After that happened, I finally left. The exit resembled the one from my current school.

I was messaging someone on an old fashioned tv, so between doing that I could switcvh channels. It was early morning in a big ass house, still dark outside. I got up not disturbing my daughter I thought and found it was like a mansion. There was room after room and even a guy delivering chopped wood coming out of a cellar. I wanted to nose at the rest of the house but was compelled by a notion that I was late for work. (Apparently there had been something about me getting married in a prior dream that I started thinking about realising I had not invited people).
There were toys strewn everywhere from my daughter (who was about 3 as usual) and other children were playing. On leaving I looked up at the house, onto a tree lined leafy street. It was green and victorian mansion like, above was a green tower to the left. And when the few rays of sunlight hit it I saw it was then kind of stripy being half glass and have green stone at the top.

Getting carried away with my powers I was teleporting around short distances instead of speed running but noticed that there was an after image of where I had just been.
The after image started lasting for longer each time, then it started looking different from me.
It seemed to be a paradoxical principal that if the "clone" image was there for to long it became dissimilar from me and could not be reincorporated back into me. So they just became people, independent of me. This craziness continued and ended up with having back clones and good clones all over the place.

Extended lucid dream sequence (I manage to stabilise the dream, And get laid!)

I'm on the top of a buss that's hurtling down a muddy road,that's slippery and filled with water at points. We're hurtling down, and I'm right on top of the bus. Hanging on precariously, yet stably.

The driver has to press his brakes at various times, but appears to be driving safe enough not to hit people.

Then I see gorgeous giant (naked?) women. Walking past. They all look exactly the same.

The next scene I remember is I'm in what looks like a classroom with all these ladies who look exactly the same. The story comes out that they were one person, condemned to death and are now stuck on our world, and have slit into dozens of clones in the process.

The next scene goes back to another place, where a friend of mine named Adam has seen one of these clones as he was walking up. Adam's a player and I wonder, probably assume, he's already slept with her.

Then something shakes. Adam, who's now me, go to look for it. It's a tiny black package that we had packed a dead doll into. It breaks open and this super hot clone pops out. It's like we already know each other, and we begin to take each others clothes off. This is when I get LUCID.

I don't want to make any sudden movement. It's somehow more important to me to have the dream stabilised, than to have sex. Of course, being me, I want the dream stabilised so I can have sex. Instead of trying to have sex, get excited and lose the dream.

So in previous dreams, I didn't look at the details, thinking if I looked too closely, the dream would dissolve. But I looked at a few dream stabilisation techniques yesterday, and they said feel everything, smell everything, engage your senses so you get fully immersed in the dream world.

I'm amazed at the level of detail. I see one of my blue shirts hanging on the wall, and can see the interweaving threads. I can feel every nuance in the fabric.

I go back to the Undead Zombie Alien Hottie (Uzah). I lie back on the bed, and she takes her clothes off. I'm in a hurry. I'm afraid I'll wake up before popping my lucid dream virginity. She takes her clothes off and slides onto me. It feels amazing, as good, or even better than real sex. We get jiggy for a while and I think, hey, lets have dream bum love. I put my finger up her bum, and it just feels so real. She seems to be agreeable to the bum love. So I turn her over doggy style and am about to enter her, when I get soft, and can't do it.

I don't stick around, and keep exploring the dream environment. I go into the next room, and see my friend with his wife and kid. And I start to take my clothes off - getting a bit crazy in a dream to see where it goes. But I think, nope dont go too crazy in case the dream dissolves, dont go ahead with it.

I look into his fridge and I try to remember what I see to see if it coincides with his kitchen in RL. But thinking about it now, it looks nothing like his kitchen or house at all.

I'm still using all my senses, touching the items in the fridge, feeling them, breathing the air in.

I go back into the bedroom and see Uzah, and she looks so beautiful lying in bed, that I think about having intimate cuddle sex with her. She's super tall and I think about our limbs entwining. But another friend of mine comes into the room wanting, of all things toothpaste. I walk over into the bathroom and find some toothpaste to give him.

I come back into the room and look out of the window and I see a huge lawn with people, and a flying pyramid shaped cage just floats in and sits on the grass. I walk down to the lawn and among the people. I already want to have dream sex again, but there's no one attractive enough. I walk around the lawn, feeling the grass, and then look up to see where my room is where i came from and wonder if I'll be able to get back in there.

I think I'll enter the hotel rooms and find a beautiful girl to flirt and bonk.

They say this is what you start doing when you lucid dream. Attempt to have a lot of dream sex and I think it's just a waste of time. Then again, I popped my lucid dream cherry and almost had dream bum love and doesn't honestly feel like a waste of lucid dream time to me, when I was just exploring my dream environment in my previous ones.

I attempt to climb the stairs, and instead of going the long way around (which I will in future dreams, as controlling dream limbs is sometimes difficult and the dream can easily dissolve).

I'm climbing up the garden and it gets precarious, and its hard to control my dream limbs. But I remember previously, that it was hard to control my dream limbs and I woke up. So this time, I feel the grass, the mud, the flowers, to immerse myself in the 'reality'\ of the dream environment.

I then take a step that seems pretty daring to me (in terms of risk of dream dissolving terms) as I roll down the muddy garden steps instead of walking down them.

The dream is stable enough. I go on, up the stairs into the first floor. The domestic doesn't want me there and points me towards the reception desk. I wait for him to move and then start peeking into rooms. I see couples, a beautiful brown skinned girl who looks like she thinks I'm cute, bashfully lifts her shoulders as she runs past me, I see another room where a couple are having sex with each other, and theres another guy in there having a conversation with the guy in the couple. Both the guys look at me as I stand outside the door. I walk on into the end of the corridor, and see a filthy room that has a guy sleeping on the bed, and another guy standing in the corner.

I wonder about where to go next, and as I'm vacillating the dream dissolves. Lesson learnt to always keep moving in dreams.

So yep, despite my intention not to try school night lucid dream attempts, I still set a reminder to go off at 2am saying 'You are dreaming', and it worked as I was repeatedly checking all through my dreams if I really was dreaming.

My goals of stabilsing a dream (really look into every sensory element of the dream, touch, taste, smell, even temperature), having dream sex, and an extended lucid dream, re-stabilising the dream at times when I thought it would get shaky were all met.

Now to explore other aspects like dream control, contacting my shadow self and doing some inner depth work with my sub/unconscious.

If people do want to get into lucid dreaming - I'd highly recommend a dream journal. At worst, you can analyse your dreams, and at best, you can enter a different world that you can slowly begin to control, almost every night.

Dreams from night of October seventh to eighth, 2017

I was too tired to get up after my first dream, but then I realized the dream memory was slipping away. I didn't used to be able to think through the dream. I used to have to get up and write. Now, though, I can play it through in my mind. I am not sure how that happened.

After I wrote about the feelings of laying there, realizing I had forgotten the dream, the details began to come to me. So I guess that is like working backwards.

I am in the passenger seat. Meg is driving. We are on the highway. She is loading a pistol type of gun, but with what looks like shot gun shells. The gun holds four shells. The shells load straight in. I offer to load the gun while she drives. I am loading a gun as well.

In another scene, R from a fellowship is there. Something about an enemy.

Next round of dreams.

I am walking down a black hill, driveway in front of a white church. Then I see that it slopes up. The pavement suddenly is pulled up like a sheet. I wake up and talk about it. laying on my front, I have some visuals that I can control. I realize that I am half asleep, but my neck is bothering me. So, I turn to sleep on my side. We are having cooler WILD-ish types of techniques now. And if we momentarily wake up we can use WILD again.

I'm a bit lucid again. A guy and a dog are going down a road. The dog seems to want to attack me. The guy straddles the dog to hold it down. I think it wants to attack me. The guy has long whitish hair.

Like in waking life, I wouldn't mind the dog coming to me. The guy wants to restrain the dog, but the dog doesn't want to be restrained.

I am working in a restaurant. My hands are messy as I go to the chef about the food. I am ignoring my messy hands to keep working. For me to stop and clean up, it has to be an order from someone else. Chef Jose asks me to go get him towels. I say "Yes sir" to him. Then, I think, "Did I really just yes sir him?"

There are a lot of Spanish guys downstairs. I look in the bottom right of the fridge for avocados, but there are only pits left.

I am on a phone meeting.

Am I near a jeddy? I am late. A woman is sharing. I am just signing on. Something about. I am pretty star six but its not un muting me. I start to panic.

I just think it is so cool that I have had a lucid, dream, no matter what the content is.

I woke up from that around there, really tired. I thought it through a little, but wanted to go back to sleep. I got up to write, anyway. I found I had already forgotten some, so it was good that I got up to write as soon as I did. It used to be that my dream memories couldn't flow unless I wrote, but now I can stay still and just think about them. I still need to record them before I go back to sleep though.

Dreams round 3

I am sitting at my black desk. What am I doing? I pee under my desk. It gets the bottom of the desk all wet. I clean it up!

Under the desk, there is a little note on some paper. The desk is dripping. A door slams behind me. There is a dark building, but I realize I am dreaming. Maybe the noise comes from outside. Maybe it is from the dream.

At the end of a hallway, two guys are being mean to me. Why are they being mean to me? Anyway, I still go in. I feel like I have done something wrong.

The clock keeps saying its between 9 and 10 A M but I know its later. It's actually almost lunch, and people are eating at tables in a restaurant. I am sitting alone, next to a booth with 4 guys in it.

This girl goes to one bathroom, to the left. So, I go to one on the right.

I judge my apathetic tone. Now its my turn in the bathroom. Something about giving birth, too.

I'm using a Fii Write type thing, with many colors. A guy wants to use it. I share it, but I try to tell him, to only use the Stylus. He is wearing a white rubber glove on one hand, and no glove on the other. The glove is on his right hand, which is the one he is mainly using. I am so worried about scratching my screen. He says to get stylus gloves and I try to "be nice".

Game of green Decepticon heads Versus Red Maximal heads. All Green heads except for one, on bottom left. The next part of the game has pyramids. I wake up and lay there some more. Maybe I'll sleep again and dream deeper. No luck. I get up to write, to salvage what little memory I can.

4 back to back (albeit short) lucid dreams.

Prepwork: Daily dream journaling, daily 'Am I dreaming'
check ins, and probably most importantly - setting a reminder to go off a couple of hours after I fall asleep saying 'you are in a dream'.

Whilst I haven't been dreaming when that reminder has gone off, it does stay in my consciousness for the next couple of hours. My goal: No sudden movements. Just work on stabilising the dream environment.

1. I'm in a pub across different levels. I'm trying to get to an upper level, when I realise I'm dreaming and get Lucid. I walk across the stairs, but when there's rungs, I can't use my legs in the dream to climb up. I try using my hands for support to pull me up, but this doesn't work either. The dream dissolves.

2. I'm in a car with two famous actresses on either side of me in car, and one of them's driving. And I think hey, doctor/psychiatrist in the day, and the two hottest actresses in the world on either side by night. 'Almost sounds like a dream', I say to my companions, and then realise it is a dream and get Lucid. I tell them to chill out even if it is a dream, as I want the dream to stay stable. We drive to the top of the hill, and I can crane my head all the way around and see the road drop away by the hillside probably into the ocean. We reach the top of the hill, and there's a bar called 6 pack, but the dream dissolves before we can enter it.

3. Another where I'm at a lucid dreaming workshop and leave it, I then become Lucid, only to return to speak to people, but wake up on my way back. Okay, to be honest. I saw a couple of hotties in the other room and went back to find them, but hey, overexcitement caused the dream to dissolve.

4. Another dream where I get lucid in a closed room. I walk around the room, closely examining everything but feel my feet touching each other on the bed, and my feet touch each other in the dream and I stumble.

- the reason I'm sharing pretty trivial details is not so much the details, but the process I'm working through and what is working, doesn't work if there are people trying to replicate it. Changes of scenery, not being able to control my body for complex movements in dreams, getting excited, running are all ways that end up dissolving the dream.

I think to stabilise my dreams, I should say 'dream stabilise!' or some other command, and better meditations so I'm more grounded in my dreams.

Setting a reminder to go off a couple of hours into sleep is a boss move to be constantly aware to check if I'm dreaming. This helps me get back to back lucid dreams. Daily dream journaling is a must tho'.

I wouldn't recommend trying to lucid dream in the week, as it eats into precious school night sleeps. But A-OK to try it on weekends.

For this lucid I will use a purplish color since the dreams were eerie and like a nightmare.

Strange

I was lucid crawling in a long narrow blue tunnel that represented my mind. As I crawled in there I saw my mother pass by and quickly followed her. I lost her for a moment but I chose which path to go through, ready for whatever came. The last thing I saw was a small hole on the side of the tunnel. A red/yellow eye filled the hole and peered at me as I looked. The scene changes to my room next.Someone is positioning me in the right place but I move away than wake up

Strange, Strange Place

I was non lucid trying to find my way out of a preschool. The principal was trying to make me stay because I found out about them abusing children.Somehow I managed to get away though.

Next I recall being with a group of guys in a different place that felt like the Caribbean.I was given a empty gallon holding pill drugs. Apparently it was our source of power and would keep us away from the cops and people who wanted to get rid of us. But as we were walking outside a group of cops were called in and they were searching for those with our power. I quickly took the drug in an attempt to get away but ended up in the same place with time turned back. It felt like I died many times before that so I asked my friend next to me "how much longer do we have to do this before we find our home?". He said he wasn't sure but to follow him. I followed him, hoping this rick and morty dimension jumping thing would stop. (I don't watch the show but did see a few scenes on youtube before).After following him we spread out cause of the cops again. I ended up running into a crowd of cannibals."Stay back or taste my fire!"I shouted than burned them all. They didn't burn completely but it was enough to get away.

The scene changed after that and I was watching a video of my mom's old friends on vacation in a Caribbean water park. I than stopped watching the video, saw a image of a bloody scene and turned away to notice I was by myself in a small wooden house. It felt like I was in Africa alone and I could feel a presence waiting to jump out from the dark room.

I quickly ran out and held the phone trying to message my father but I noticed I was now in a huge parking lot where people were selling and buying things from swindlers or those trying to make a living."I better hide this before someone steals it and I'm left on my own". I put the phone under my shirt and pretended to have a hurt stomach as I walked. A tall, slim dark skinned man sees me and approaches. "What do you have in there? Take it out right now".I dont take it out and reply "It's a box with ice inside. I have a stomach ache". He doesn't believe and continues to follow me. "Look at the shape of it. You going to tell me that's a box?Take it out right now" he said. I didn't trust him so I still didn't. Than suddenly a chubby pale boy wearing orange takes out a huge gun and begins arguing with his mother near a crowd. The mother pleads with him not to shoot but he starts shooting her and those in the crowd. I run away to behind a fence than look quickly. After that I crawl quickly on the ground to get further away without being noticed. The guy who was pestering managed to get away as well.

Last thing that happened was I ended up in a hotel trying to call my dad on the phone and wondering
how much more distance would I have to run to get away from the danger.

I almost forgot this gem. I just woke up from a nap and started playing a game in bed when it came back to me.

I was on another planet. I was scouting and came across a bunch of kids (teens) who were knocked out, sleeping on the ground. I knew it wasn’t natural. Then a group of them attack my party with bows and arrows. I told my party to use none lethal force because they were children under the influence of something.

Next thing I know, we,re at their base. I notice a secret access under the stairs after I spied several people coming out via it. I finally got it open and it’s an unfinished earthen tunnel littered with skulls. But I also see the remains of ?? What’s it called? Like stadium seating for football games and such. Then someone caught me looking and said he wouldn’t go in there if he were me.
I took his advice lol

The rest of the dream was trying convince people to leave their home. Their was something like a rabies or zombie virus going around.
After some debate and heartache over some who stayed behind, we finally fled.
Then I heard a small boy singing a song about his fathers (ancestors) as we passed the skeletal remains of a massive space station. I realized they had been stuck on the planet for generations.

At some point during that dream or another that followed, I dreamed of a deformed creature. He was upside down with his face and arms at his bottom. He bounced around eating sweets off the floor. Then he broke out a window to fight a few wolves and a bear.

The other dream linked into the first. We were at a trading station and I was looking at all the goods, hoping to afford some things.
Then we were on Earth, at a restaurant. There was a weird bug on me that looked like a cross between a spider and a blue lightning bug. I got up from our table to put him outside, then a noticed a second bug that was green and it looked like they were going to fight each other. I got lost on the way back inside.

Strange dreams lol

Dream recall has still been poor lately due to inconsistent sleep patterns. I'll get it down though.

First dream: A pale, strawberry blonde girl is flying, enveloped in a golden aura of light. Then the aura disappears, and she falls to her knees on the ground. Someone says "She is an angel, but all her light is gone."

That was rather depressing.

Second dream: I recall someone giving me a large pile of change, and I was excited because I wouldn't have to deal with trying to find quarters for the laundry machine for a while (because I hardly ever pay for anything in cash, so I don't have a lot of quarters IRL). Then I woke up and realized that I still don't have any quarters.

I was watching guitar hero youtuber randyladyman, who offered to help me fix my guitar (that I don't actually have yet). In the video, I was on a list of other people with the same problems. He said in the video that I needed to be more specific with the name of the file and some other things. That makes sense, because the of the file was literally just "file". I changed that, and then gave it to him because I idn't know how to fix the other things. I also remember playing the game. I'm sure I had this fragment because yesterday I beat guitar hero 3 on medium with a regular controller. I did it on medium because orange is registered as X on the controller and the rest are the shoulder buttons.

My alarm is going off. It's incredibly loud and annoying, and my hands are trembling as I try to shut it off. I'm swiping for all I'm worth, and the icons on the screen are sliding left and right, but that sound continues.

I realize that it's not my phone ringing at all. It's my wife's phone. I grab her phone from her and swipe ... swipe ... swipe! ...

The sound is piercing and persistent and annoying.

It goes on for about ten seconds, and I'm thinking about launching the phone at the wall when it dawns on me that this phone isn't ringing either. The ringtone is different.

I wake myself up, genuinely rising out of sleep, and I open my heavy eyes. Beside the bed, my wife's Kindle alarm is going off.

I reach over like a man clawing toward safety, grab the Kindle, swipe toward 'dismiss' or whatever it says.

Finally, It stops.

Should not have watched scenes of this movie, haha! I was in a gun battle with several other people. Two men were shooting at each other, and I was firing my pistol at one of them (he had his back to me). He had a health bar. He was down to 9% health, and my hits (I was definitely hitting him) did no damage, so I suspected "hax". Then at one point two more people attacked me from the left. I grabbed a shotgun and fired on them, but probably missed. Also typical, I found it very hard to pull the trigger of my pistol. This *always* happens in my gun dreams. Triggers are impossible to pull. I didn't get killed, but woke up nevertheless. Let's call it a draw?