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I had a semi-lucid dream running around this office building behaving like a child, messing around with people. There was someone with me and it was like we knew something that nobody else did and we thought it was hilarious. We found these little cookies in the shape of stickmen/stickwoman and they would make you shrink or grow. I grabbed the shrinking one and took a big bite and shrunk so small. It was too much so I had to eat a bit of the other one.....

RANT

I think I had a semi-lucid when I realized that no, this bitch didn't really just snap brand my brand-new music CD in half. But that is not the point. The point is I am another step closer to mastering lucid dream induction.

I have a seriously had habit of honing in a technique that yields consistent results but then due to excitement, I try to hard to make that technique work again and it doesn't. My number one principle of lucid dreaming is this:

You can not 'brute force' your way into a lucid dream. It doesn't matter if you say a mantra 10,000 times in one day or if you listen to the loudest binaural audio before sleep. Lucid dreaming - at least WILD - is a delicate craft that must be approached with a delicate mindset.

Last night, I dead set on having a DEILD. Long story short, it didn't work out the way I planned. I missed two attempts to get lucid which led to me frantically scouring the internet for tutorials on how to MILD. BAD. So I went back to dream journal and carefully reviewed what worked the first time:

MINDFULNESS.

It was that simple. Mindfulness is simply, and gently, being in the present moment. Watching the now; watching the breath. So that's what I did, I sat in meditation for 30 minutes. JUST RELAX and MEDITATE.

Then I went back to bed for a morning nap. The focus? RELAX AND STAY PRESENT. THATS IT. There is no trying for anything. There is no watching for anything. Let go of the desperate need to lucid dream and just relax and be present. Mind wandering? Bring it back to presence. After a while those distracting thoughts were actually Hypnagogia in both the visual form and the auditory form. I knew that much but I did not know how to transition them into a lucid dream. From here on out, I need to work on catching myself to notice I am entering a dream without the disturbing the hypnagogia.

I had a vivid non-lucid dream nevertheless.

I awoke in a room with three doors(I have been having WILD's and DEILD's all night, cause I have woken up at least 5 times tonight and have successfully chained together dreams! it was AWESOME. This is the fifth dream.), One huge, like a blast door, the other two were normal. The Blast door had a window on it so I could see out, and it lead to a beach. The two normal doors had windows too, but I couldn't see anything beyond the one to the left, and the right door lead to what looked like an excision concert. Naturally I tried that door immediately lol. But it was locked, and something was preventing me from using powers, immediately making me think it was a shared dream or my dream entity that's been giving me issues. I see no way to open the big door so I try the one on the left and it's open. As it opens it turns into my elementary school cafeteria and I recognize several people from highschool. One moreso, my Ex. I go to investigate her, look at her and decide it's nothing, and fly towards a door behind me to leave. Then she STOPS me mid-air. I've now realized this is most likely a shared dream and I have been pulled into her dream, would explain why I couldn't do certain things. Only thing is, Whoever this was wasn't my Ex. She just used a mirror to change her appearance to LOOK like my ex, but she didn't know how to ACT like my Ex. And unfortunately for this woman I pay attention to women I like... Especially this one. Her mouth gaped as I turned around, and she began walking away. I could tell from her exasperated look and the way she walked it was not who she wanted me to believe it was. Then she fucked up and gave me attitude, a very specific attitude. This woman was not my Ex at all, but someone I've missed for a long time. She sat at a different table in the lunchroom and I sat a few seats down, watching her. She spoke of a few words that only I will know, and then from a sitting position began to pinch the table into an upside down U until it snapped in front of us. She flew off and I followed... And so did DC's. She changes her appearance... She's wearing a black dress now, and it solidifies who I thought it was cause this woman appeared to me before in that same dress... But she wouldn't make eye contact with me now, nor let me see her face. I turn around to close doors behind us to stop the DC's, then I turn around and she's using a door as a teleport and shuts it behind me. As I reach the door and try to follow, I wake up.

Morning of March 4, 2017. Saturday.



I am on the Loomis Street porch and there are soon a number of unfamiliar people, most of whom are closer to the porch door. We are on the north end of the porch. There is a point at which one of the others talks about smoking. There are a few different types of plants in small transparent plastic bags and I am not certain if some are meant to contain marijuana or tobacco but I assume they may have marijuana. I also have a braided section of sweetgrass. I light it and deliberately breathe in the smoke for some reason.

An unknown girl wants me to roll a cigarette and seems to think I have better tobacco or marijuana than her. I tell her that I do not have any papers. After a pause, I ask her if I can use one of hers. I go over and see that there is a large sheet of thin paper she has on her lap (which is atop a book), a little bigger than a sheet of notebook paper. It seems unlikely that someone would roll such a large cigarette. I reason that doing so would require a number of folds before rolling. I ask her if I should use only half the paper by tearing it across the width and she says no with a tone of annoyance in her voice.

I take it to the other side of the porch (the right of the living room entrance) and put it on top of a closed turntable that is sitting on a high-set table. I then ask her if she wants to do it. She gets up, seemingly somewhat annoyed. She takes out a large plastic bag and begins to drop a large amount of dried leaves on the paper. Pieces are falling everywhere, much of it outside of the paper. My dream becomes a little more vivid at this point.

My mother (appearing for the first time in this dream) looks out through the doorway as if puzzled by what is going on and asks her what she is doing. I also ask her what she is doing since I get the impression she is wasting much of it as only some is going onto the paper, much of it going over the table and floor.

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Understanding dream dynamics:

• Although my mother was the one to wake me to get up for school for so many years, she does not usually appear as the emergent consciousness factor (or even the preconscious) in the final moments of a dream (threshold dream type - that is, when the waking metaphor is rendered as someone or something appearing in a doorway).
• The porch setting is usually only rendered at a specific level of consciousness in the final dream of a sleep cycle, as it links to a specific form of liminal space (both in dreams and in reality). This has been the case since early childhood.
• There have been a number of other dreams where smoke has appeared on a porch (not always the same source). Although smoke is a coalescence factor, it seems a no-brainer that it is associated with fire (which represents neuronal activity).
• Doing something in a dream that one would not do in real life is evidence of instinctual dreaming (and non-lucid dream control). (For example, I would never associate with drug users in real life.)

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Morning of March 4, 2017. Saturday.

Dream #: 18,338-01. Reading time (optimized): 1 min.



I am possibly in the Daintree Rainforest. There is a river nearby. It seems to be late at night or a few hours before dawn.

I am a young girl, and I have no discernible association with my waking life identity or any recall of it. I have full body awareness with a realistic perception of my small size.

After I walk into a clearing, an unknown man approaches me. He tells me to climb a particular vine and lifts me so I can hang on to it. The vividness of my movement is realistic. I feel the physical effort I use to climb higher, even tiring for a short time now and then. I am unsure why I need to climb the vine, but I obey the man, who soon runs off.

I climb higher and higher. In the distance, after I am near the top of the vine where it hangs from a tall tree, I see the heads of two dinosaurs, probably tyrannosaurs. They do not see me, but I am wary. (My distance from the ground may not be beyond their reach.) I crouch behind a couple of thicker branches. The dinosaurs do not approach the area I am in by the time I wake.

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Climbing represents trying to return to consciousness. This dream’s process is vestibular modulation (as exit point modulation) with a female simulacrum (me) though the male simulacrum initiates the process by placing me on the vine. The potential of being swallowed breaks the illusion.

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+(f) adventure, fairly long, mostly forgotten, involving a group of teens, and some place that is off-limits and I suggest we should go there. I (fight?) with one young guy

+ I'm walking on the sidewalk and I see my wife and I'm glad because I realize I've been looking for her for a while and haven't seen her. She is mad and slaps me across the face with the back of a hairbrush (more of a push, doesn't hurt, it's meant more to show her displeasure than to hurt me), she says "You left with a girl! A (S2) told me he saw you Monday leave with her!" I understand now why she's been gone, it's all a misunderstanding, and I "remember" I was indeed with ex-gf SB, but it was just a friends, and I say "it was just a friend!"

+ LUCIDD 227 LD#227
At some point I realize I'm dreaming. I'm standing outside at night near a large body of water and some woods. I'm on a small arched bridge. It's pretty dark and murky about, I decide I want to take off and fly towards the mountain across the lake. A take a few steps back and do a short super-man style takeoff, a I do I realize there's a (family?) nearby and a kid remarks about what I'm doing, I ignore and look ahead. It's pretty dark and murky but I know the mountain is up ahead, and I will myself to fly faster. Then I'm flying up the side of the mountain and will the process to go faster and reach the top, then I reach the top and I'm hovering about 30-50 feet above the top of the mountain. There is a collection of tightly-packed medium-height buildings there, like a research facility. I see a few guards on the ground. It is snowing, very large baseball-sized (but light and fluffy) balls of snow are thickly falling all around. I think I want to tell (fogelbise?) about this. I want to land so I point to the ground and will myself down there and I slowly float and gently land. I note the temperature is moderate to even a bit warm and think it should be colder if it's snowing, and I get a slight impression of a chillier temperature for a bit.

I walk a short distance to a cage-like area, there are a lot of closely-spaced vertical bars here, and inside is seated a team of young military types (guards? watchers?). It is a mix of guys and girls, all 20-something, mostly guys there. They're holding on to the bars for stability, as there is a precipitous drop right below them. I get a slight bit of vertigo and ask them if they don't get scared of the heights. I ask them their names, all the answers are like "Major Xyz.." and I keep thinking "Major Major, they're all named Major Major." I think about leaning over and kissing one of the girls but decide quickly not to since that could mess up the flow of the dream. I leave this area and come to a raised place nearby where there is a (lunch buffet?).

I lose lucidity at some point around here and the dream continues, the team from the cage has gone to lunch in the local cafeteria (should I join them?) and the large, fat guy is having a heart attack because he was a hog and ate too quickly, the food he's eaten is slowly coming up and out of his mouth, he's saying "I just ate too quickly."

I had another opportunity to go back to bed after getting people out the door in the morning at about 7:30. So I thought I would see if I could get a LD experience. I used a repeated mantra and imagined as much as possible the scene of the last dream.

The dream I entered had nothing to do with the previous one, and it took awhile before I realized and said to myself, “this is a dream, I’m lucid dreaming!!” And after a bit of action, the dream became non-lucid again, before I woke up again. The sleep period was at least 90 min, so a full sleep cycle. I’m not sure if I went right into dreaming or not.

The details are handwritten so I will not give a full account.

I was in a school basement corridor and returning down a hall where I had a little apt in one of the rooms. I was carrying a load of stuff. I don't remember why, but the thought popped into my head that this was a dream and I am lucid dreaming!

I immediately remembered the next task I was working on, of examining my surroundings more closely. I slid down the wall and sat down. I guess I put all the stuff I was carrying down too. I felt the floor. It was that normal floor coverings of schools I grew up in. It was white/gray small checkered pattern.

I looked up at the ceiling and it was acoustical tiles. The corridor was well-lit and bright, but I don't remember any lights on the ceiling. The walls were a cream or white color. The lockers were a light gray color. No one else was in the corridor but me. After being mindful of the place, I wanted to try flying again so I stood up and jumped. But no, the dream would not accommodate me. I could not fly. I continued walking around the school and shortly after this met up with some family but then I think the dream became non-lucid.