I haven't had good luck w/ recall for the last few days. I finally had to shut my door again to keep Meesha Cat from abruptly waking me up & messing up my recall. She's all kinds of needy lately, even w/ Mike. Sorry to disappoint.
I saw a bunch of computers playing minesweeper and Tetris and wanted to play, I played some sort of Tetris fighting game and wanted to play more, I tried to type Tetris in the computer but I kept making typos then I walk away from the computer and shout "This is a dream" and start launching Tetrominoes at people, then I start dancing.
COMMENTARY NON-LUCID DREAM LUCID DREAM Asleep: 11:30 WBTB: 5:30, 6:30, 7:00 Awake: 7:55 Techs: Autosuggestion, WBTB + MILD NLDs: 0 Lucids: 2 1. I woke up to my alarm at 6:30 and laid down. I didn't notice falling asleep. I'm laying in bed. I see an alarm clock on my nightstand that says it's 7:13. That's weird, because I feel like I just woke up to my 6:30 alarm a few minutes ago. But its happened before where you wake up and feel like you've just blinked and suddenly an hour has passed. So I reach over to grab my phone to turn off my 7:30 alarm. I press the 'home' button on my phone repeatedly but the screen won't turn on. That is weird. I do a nose-plug RC and become lucid. Instantly, I start floating up toward the ceiling! I will myself to stop before I go through the ceiling. While floating, I remember FryingMan's advice to pat down my body. I start at my chest and go down. Then I rub my hands together. The feeling is different than waking life. Very rough, almost like sand paper. Then I will myself to float out of the bedroom and down the hall. There is a bathroom that I float into. Then I turn around and float down the hall some more. Then I wake up. 2. I'm on a bus sitting next to one of my co-workers. I think we are driving back to school/dorms but I'm not sure. I hear two girls in the seats in front of us talking about one of my other co-workers stand-up comedy routine that they are listening to on their phone/ipod. This co-worker doesn't do stand-up IWL but is really funny. At some point, I do a nose-plug RC. I don't know why, I can't remember anything causing me to. I can breathe slightly through plugged nose, but I'm so convinced that I'm awake that I don't believe it. I do the action several more times, struggling harder each time to successfully close off my nostrils. I keep thinking that I'm somehow not pinching my nose all the way shut. But after all that, I can still breathe. I'm becoming VERY suspicious that I'm dreaming. I look at my hands. There's no doubt now. I'm lucid. My hands are mutated and fingers are missing. Just for fun, I see if I can count my fingers. I can; I count 4 on one hand with one finger missing. I remember someone on DV saying that as they counted their fingers, an extra finger would grow. As soon as I thought that, instantly another finger started to grow. Anyways, I look to my left and now I'm sitting next to T instead of my co-worker. We start to kiss and the bus pulls up to wherever we're going. I want to have sex right there, but I guess I'm still a little shy about doing that on a crowded bus. I remember thinking how weirdly quiet/silent it was as we were getting off the bus. As though I would have to consciously put effort into creating the appropriate sounds for this mental model. And I also felt some sort of pain in my mouth that I told myself I would ask about on DV later. As I was walking off the bus, I woke up. I laid completely still as I was exiting the dream and found myself in bed on my side. I didn't move, and after 20 seconds it felt as if my legs had shifted position even though I didn't move them. Then I felt pulsing/vibrating as well as a "rigidity" that I associate with SP. I got freaked out and broke it then did a RC and confirmed I was truly awake. Notes - I was very tired after not getting as much sleep last night due to insomnia. I slept VERY deeply, and didn't wake up till T left for work at 5:30. I went instantly right back to sleep and woke up to my alarm at 6:30. All I did was repeat my MILD mantra, "I want to remember to recognize when I'm dreaming" a few times before falling asleep. That is when I had the 1st lucid. After the 1st one, I repeated the same mantra and visualized the 1st lucid several times. Then went back to sleep and had the 2nd.
Last night bed at 9pm - 4:30am but couldn't fall asleep till well into 11 pm DREAM I'm at work. We need to move boxes and fix things. Director asks me to do stuff so I'm running around with a small black shopping cart, putting boxes in their right places. DREAM YESTERDAY I'm going to school on my bicycle. Ground is covered in deep snow, with tracks left by cars. It's a bit melted and so hard to go through. I see people cutting through a walkway between tall buildings, but I keep going, then turn left to my school. But the road is blocked by police with some K-bars. Now I know why everybody was cutting through the other way. I find a place where I can lift my bike over and I continue. At school, a very common theme is not being able to find my class. I'm wandering the building, up and down the stairs, asking everybody, checking the rooms, but I cant find where they are. It's already into second lesson, and I'm still not in the class.
1. I didn't write my first dream down because I was lazy and knew for sure I wouldn't forget it. I forgot it! Darn it! 2. I was putting something (no idea what) together in the garage and I found the bag that came with it and emptied it on the ground. OMG! There was like a thousand white vinyl screws of all sizes, washers, spacers, little washer looking things with teeth, parts that I never saw IWL. I was trying to sort them and organize them to figure out how to start building whatever it was. 3. I was just watching with no control in this dream and felt helpless. It was very stressful to have no control and understand that. I was watching a man beating up a woman with a small boy about 2 screaming nearby. He punched her straight in the face and she flopped down to the ground knocked out cold. The little boy was laying on her shaking her. Next scene is police the talking to the woman and child and the guy was gone. I heard them tell her there was nothing they could do if she didn't want to press charges. I was watching in disbelief that the woman didn't want to. Next scene is her husband coming home and they start walking up the stair and he grabbed her hair and asked what she told the police, then flung her down the stairs. Yikes! That was very vivid. (I have a feeling this is because I saw that Ray Rice elevator scene replayed on the tv)
Morning of February 21, 2017. Tuesday. Although many of my dreams begin with water induction (which includes water sometimes flowing from a wall or ceiling), I do not bother to include that detail unless atypical or unusual, or in this case, sustained, with no main dream body or waking prompt that I can recall and already in the dream state indicator phase (being in bed). I am in a very relaxed state. Zsuzsanna is sleeping with me to my left. I focus on the wall to my right. It is of a light teal color. I notice that there are “fringes” at three different heights on the wall. I reason that these “fringes” (similar to an association with a hippie fringe jacket) might indicate that the paint is peeling off in an unusual uniform manner. (Still, the bedroom we are in has only a bed. I eventually confirm that water is slowly flowing out from each height of the fringe feature (each of which is horizontal along the entire length of the wall), but not enough to cause actual flooding, only minimal depth on the floor of only about an inch. I try to focus and consider if this is presently because of rain or perhaps some of the pipes leaking. It does not bother me at all; I remain only slightly curious (probably because water induction and reinduction triggers some degree of liminal dream state awareness). A wall is autosymbolism for the division of liminal space, that is, the barrier between the incomplete dream self (the very limited subconscious self, typically rendered in a fictitious scenario and without viable memory from either the unconscious or conscious self) and the conscious self identity. This is a correlation with RAS mediation that otherwise renders a door or doorway as an exit point out of the dream state. I liminally am in control in this case, and I am using water to reinduce and sustain my dream (validated by the waking autosymbolism being to my right). Interestingly though, this dream became literally prescient, when an unexpected storm tore our roof of in November of 2017 and paint actually did peel in an unusual way as here, proof that liminal dream control can correlate with literally prescient threads, which is very unusual to say the least. (In other cases, I mentally paint a wall to initiate dream state reinduction to “freshen” and sustain the dream state. Additionally, although the room was mostly featureless otherwise, it had an atypical feeling of being in our real home. At any rate, this dream is a composite of water reinduction and wall reinduction.) I had thought (for no particular reason) about an unusual model kit I built as a child just prior to this. It was a show car with fringes around the bottom and bullhorns on the front; the AMT “Hero” Lincoln Continental kit. (I had many model kits when growing up.) Last reviewed on Friday, 18 May 2018.
Medium recall night. Glass of champagne right before bed, hindered rather than helped this time. About 8 hours in bed. First couple of wakings had no recall come to mind, later wakings had some I think delayed recall. Early recall has faded, didn't record during the night. + driving school with mom and dad there's a small traffic jam and the other guy honks at us but we're waiting for a particular spot, dad is driving and shoots forward over the curb into the parking space which is delineated by think green pain on the asphalt. We pull in to the space which is right in front of the driving school. Mom gets out and goes up the ramp into the place, I come too, I notice lemon trees [emerging DS], the driving instructor is inside standing at a counter, and I'm thinking how did my mom manage to live so long without learning how to drive? + in friend's [FALSE] house's kitchen, bathroom, mopping up the juice spill on the table and squeezing it back out, walking through the house with the daughter of the family + [vivid, present] examining the color on the driveway: gray, green, and grey-on-green: in the grey-on-green, is the green really there or is it a reflection from the fully green section or even from the green grass down by the curb? + [short] I see a picture of my bro-in-law on a sailing trip in a sailing boat, then riding on a rapids river with his daughter (my niece), "parked" in the middle of the river for a while + visiting a family and an older daughter and I go off to find a place to read, I have a book and she's holding on to me and I'm going to read to her, I see a spot on the floor against a couch and sit there and I'm flipping forwards and backwards through the book I know exactly what I want to read to her but I can't find it now in the book. + [short] at a fancy bar, slightly floating above it, watching while the wait staff are placing a bottle of beer at every place with a chair + [short] at a pool, it's not open yet, some women say "OH, hurry it's opening get our spots" I'm standing by a fence watching some girls in swim suits lounging near the pool.
I'm in my brother's old room. My brother is in the backyard with three women about to have sex. My mom is hanging from the roof and throwing rice on them. I start to question reality. This can't be real. I focus on my state and what I feel. Slowly I start to feel my real body and I stop there, don't want to wake up. My brother is no longer outside, but one of the girls is. She has long blond hair and nice curves. She wants to talk to me and attempts to write something on the glass with her finger. I know it's not going to work and she realizes it too. I quickly get to the backdoor and let her in. Her body is no longer as curvy, sad day. "Having sex would wake me up. Lets not wake up immediately." I think. And so we talk. She's energetic and likes me. We talk about music and dancing. We go to my room and I ask her to phase her hand through a lamp that I summoned out of thin air. She acts like she's doing it, but she really isn't. I show her how. With a little effort, I manage to phase my hand through the lampshade made of glass. I think my hand fused with the glass as it went through. I feel the glass squeezing my arm. We listen to music and I try to show her how I dance, but I struggle with it. Why is dancing so hard in dreams for me? After that I go to bed and ask her to join. Her body is pressed against mine and it's like lava. Not literally, but her warmth is intense. Shortly after I wake up, you can guess why.
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