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Time Dilation Failed Attempt

I became Lucid flying somewhere. I wanted to try time Dilation right away since most of my lucids last only a minute or so. I flew down until i felt my hand on the ground. I looked at my hand and a space in between my fingers. I didn't count the spaces but I closed one eye. I stared at one spot where my hand was and started counting. Right away I noticed a difference. Water poured from my sleeve all over my hand as I counted. At around 16 water was covering my eyes and everything was going black. When that happened I grabbed again for the ground with my hand and felt it briefly before i drifted off to somewhere else.

Note: I should be incorporating DEILD here. As for time Dilation I will try closing one eye and resume counting up the spaces between my fingers. If that doesn't work I'll put my hand on a clock and try

Dog Walking

I leave my house with my dog on a leash. I am almost lucid but two native guys distract me. They are on my street asking Passerbys for smokes. I don't want to give any away so i keep walking. Two other guys say they can't give any away but they can sell a pack right now. The other guy is like, "screw that I don't wanna pay for smokes just give me one." but the other guys keep walking. I turn the corner and tell my dog buddy to run. We run quick and turn into an alleyway which leads to a park.

Halfway through the park i can hear the bums talking loudly, It sounds like they are still looking and I am trying to avoid them. It sounds like they are entering the park from the main street so i Quickly walk to the end of the park where a paved walkway is that leads to another park. The other entrance is obscured by boards. On the other side a tall woman with brown hair is playing with her baby. she looks at me and kind of smiles. Me and Buddy can't get past the boards and I can hear the bums coming up from behind. It's here the dream ends.

City

I'm with a group of people. We are supposed to board a transit train or something, many people are dressed up in some jerseys, maybe for a race or something. We are in a bathroom I am doing my thing and some lady comes in and yells that the train is leaving NOW. I leave right away and seemed to have kind of pissed on myself, but not much.

Then I am on a train with my brother. Some guy is also there and a brown haired girl. Some other woman was there who seemed familiar maybe raven. We are talking about the city and she was saying that we should get off at a certain stop, There's a mall there but it's not much populated, so it's asy to get around and do things. I say good idea.

I forgot where I got off but the girl with short brown hair and her boyfriend run off. My brother says i have to get them to come back before we leave, because he has to drive us somewhere. Somehow I am in a wierd vehicle of my own a small sled? dunno but it goes pretty fast. I wind up in an apartment area near night time still following the people. I hear the girl call my name, and she says She is not coming with us. She starts to talk more but I have no time for that so I take off in my eird vehicle which is a string i am holding which somehow slides across snow. It doesn't seem to work after a while and I ewake up.

EXT. HARBOUR - DAY

I'm riding alone in a small ferry boat (like an Aquabus plying the waters of False Creek in Vancouver). The boat is travelling very fast; its motor races. I know without being told that the boat is under remote control--controlled by a pirate. He is kidnapping me and bringing me to the cove where he is hiding.

For no particular reason that I remember, I gain lucidity and look around at my surroundings. A firetruck is being transported--upside-down--in a barge on flimsy scaffolding.

My boat runs aground but continues racing in a straight line, its speed unchecked, on the land parallel to the water line. People are on the beach. I begin to plan how, if need be, I will defend myself from ruffians when the ferry reaches its destination.

Two months ago:

In a room, wooden. Seemed like it was up high, on a mountain side. Something about the light. Golden sunlight beams passing through windows in the far wall opening.
A man, a man I read many books of and visited his grave stands and looks to his left, my right.

Adjacent to him is what must be at large table yet it is full of overflowing plants. Thick, bushy with sage green leaves over the sides.
The plants are covered in small white flowers. Slightly yellow, yet very soft colours.

He just stands, points and smiles and looks again at the flowers.

We walk a while by them, looking.

Nothing is said.

Two days ago:

After eating organic forest honey and drinking apple juice, sparse diet all day, rice, raisins, honey. Deeper meditation than normal. Very potent Attention maintained, almost painful, into sleep as was intention. Corpse posture and apple juice before going to sleep and some water. Solitude for six hours before retiring. Candles and quiet.

Undefined dream. Massive realisation. I awoke not remembering what I had just seen although I knew, somewhere, somehow what I had experienced. Very,very unusual.. Highly energised coming out of sleep. More so than normal. Main reason for seeking lucid dreaming experiences or developing this talent.

I am standing above a courtyard in a small village with white washed stone walls. Central, in the courtyard stands a very large oak tree.
On the ground below a huge, jet black gorilla is roaming about, agitated. Around 2.5 metres tall, stocky, square shaped.

I feel there should be fear yet I shrug it off as it is unnecessary. Consider levitating down into the branches of the tree yet think it will be both showing off and revealing too much, so I jump.

My feet land in the tree extremely solidly without any imbalance onto a thick branch in the middle. I look around and walk off, floating to the floor softly, with a quiet chuckle.

I know the gorilla is about yet am unconcerned and walk to the houses surrounding the courtyard. The people I find are all, heads down and busy, yet looking very troubled and disturbed. One is an old friend,
hunched over, possibly washing or mending something. She just shakes her head and I don't want to push anything. I feel a wave of sadness, briefly.
I leave them alone. Although wish to notify them of the gorilla yet there is no point doing so.

Walking down a narrow corridor with paint falling off of the walls in patches. Pink and grey. Litter and bits of wood are on the floor. I feel slightly claustrophobic and again throw the feeling off.

Passing into sunlight, I finally stand on a balcony where I started, sit and watch the tree.

I'm in the world of Game of Thrones. I'm a young girl with very long blonde hair. I follow Ned Stark. We are on an island and some weird cult is giving us a tour. There's a place of worship, some sort of crypt. We are not allowed to go underground into the crypt, since their goddess is buried there. We pray outside, or the cult people do. The group moves on, but I stay behind with Ned. Ned takes his sword and hits a small effigy. It violently bursts into flames when Ned's greatsword, Ice, strikes it. This confirms Ned's fears. His sword burns the unholy and corrupt. Ned gently touches the banners of the cult that are on the side of the path. They burn away too.

We join the other group at a large building. We are led into a building. I'm starting to panic a bit. We have to get out of there somehow, and fast. The building is full of guards and we are ordered to strip and go into cages. I can barely fit into the cage. I feel extremely uncomfortable and I know I'm walking to my death, but there doesn't seem to be any way out at the moment.

Scene changes. I'm in a city that reminds me of Aladdin. The cult's guards ambush me and my friends. They are massive dark blue constructs. Their entire bodies are metal, puppets of some necromancer maybe? They spin incredibly fast and hit us with their bodies. I barely avoid their attacks. My friends have no way to fight. A sword breaks against their armor. I want to fight and alter the dream to make it possible. Armor appears around me. I make it durable, but elastic so it can absorb hits from these guards. Small spikes appear on the armor. I think about the power fist in Fallout games and give my armor similar gas powered punches. Time to fight. I throw a punch and the armor works. It protects me, but the spinning construct doesn't seem hurt. More guards show up. These are just normal men, but they have lightning spears. I don't have time to adapt and they take me down.

Morning of March 19, 2017. Sunday.

Dream #: 18,353-03. Reading Time: 1 min 38 sec.



Ben Walton (as from the fifth or sixth season of “The Waltons”) finds a litter of bulldog puppies in a large basket near the end of an alley. There is a male that has unusual markings. I am not sure if someone else is still looking after them (though Ben may have bought the puppy).

Before getting the puppy, Ben performed calculations and concluded that once an adult, it would produce offspring, possibly with the same markings, with a pedigree, even though it would technically be a mongrel. It will supposedly make him rich.

Later, there is a scene where Erin and Ben Walton are playing a game at a small table. They appear to be gambling with boxes of drinking straws. Ben has about six straws (which seems to mean he is losing), and Erin has two.

Erin finds some notebook paper with Ben’s writing and somehow understands that he was using a calculation to gain an unfair advantage (even though he was losing in this case) regarding the supposedly special puppy. She starts complaining about his selfishness and supposed cheating.

He reminds her of the supposed proverb “Visit yourself before you visit someone else.“ It supposedly means that you should look at your faults or limitations before finding fault with others. It turns out that his calculations were incorrect and the puppy will not make him rich after all.

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My dream changes into an unrelated scene. Nancy (with Ronald) Reagan (July 6, 1921-March 6, 2016) is on an airplane flight to California, traveling from somewhere west, going over the Pacific Ocean. She is going to have and raise two of our babies (possibly male and female). I do not consider how outrageous that is. I believe that Zsuzsanna and I will be able to meet them one day (when they will only then learn that we are their real parents).

I watch a monitor near the top of a wall in an unfamiliar building. It has four digits in an LED display that require reading from right to left. The original value is “0 0 3 1” at one point (to be read as “1 3 0 0”). I wait in anticipation because it is supposed to read as “1 1 0 0”, which it soon does. It means that she had one baby, and then two hours later, the other one. (There is skewed logic whereby “two hours” is subtracted from the three to read as one baby.)

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I was in a salon either doing hair or hanging out- pretty sure I was doing hair.
There was a small group of women. I was talking to one about the Chiefs. For some reason The Chiefs and college football was both playing on Saturday. The woman started talking about college football and how she lives in Kansas so people assume she's for their team they have there but really she likes Missouri's she said to me "people will see me and say: how about the KU... But they don't know I'm a MU fan, I need to move back in Missouri"

Later in the dream my son was there and he was older but I can't remember anything about the dream after that.



Kinda funny.

D1 - Faye is hugging me and wanting me to go with her somewhere, when I realise that there is a queue inside snaking up and down, past white internal partitions.
I decide I really do not want to wait and try to depart via a window, someone tries to stop me but I fly out anyway (repeated dream sign).

D2 - At the bottom of my parents garden someone erects a church by literally pulling it up and into place. I am not happy about the tall church spire and use my powers to pushing my hands out together sending a powerful blast that knocks it down.

I'll just skip the earlier, NSFW lucid...

6-7.45am
(WILD)
Feel whole body shaking sensations and my face being crushed into the pillow. After this fades I can see the bookshelf next to the bed clearly, in a presumably identical state to real life. I stand up and phase through the curtains to get outside. The phasing results in black shapes obscuring part of my vision. It takes several attempts to clear it - cleaning an imaginary visor/lifting a visor, rubbing my eyes.


At this point the last Task of the Year comes to mind - the saucer one. So I hum a song that an Italian work colleague shared with me yesterday - a cover by an Italian singer of It's the End of the World as we Know it by REM. The sky fills with fighter jets involved in aerial battles with smaller, round, saucer-like alien vessels.

I spot a small round drone which looks like a smaller version of the alien saucers. Leaping high into the air I grab it and disassemble it, making the battery run low so it will return to the mother ship and take me with it. Sure enough the drone flies off and me with it.

We reach an empty warehouse. There are other people inside, moving around the wreckage of various space ships. All sort of weird aliens start arriving, but there doesn't seem to be a usable saucer here.

The dream destabilises and dumps me back in bed. I don't fall for it and remain lucid. This time I use the door to exit the bedroom. Four guys, room-mates - are making breakfast. One is holding a frying pan. The other side of the kitchen there is an open window. I climb outside and start looking around for another alien space ship.

A silver saucer swoops down and lands on the lawn. It is large enough to stand on, so I just jump on top and surf it. Controlling the saucer with my mind, I make us fly higher and higher through the skyscraper buildings around us, looking for empty sky. Then, up through the clouds, we emerge into space.

The blackness is filled with distant stars and a collection of larger planets. I fly towards one of the planets and surf down into the atmosphere.

Strange buildings formed from orange clay surround an open square. The ground is also a reddish-orange colour. Two humanoid looking women walk past. They don't look that weird - tattoos on the sides of their heads but still pretty. "Hey! I'm a human. From planet Earth!"
"No way!" She replies.
"Yeah true story! I come in peace too. Teach me something!"
"Um, like what?"
"Well, uh, what's your name? Tell me about yourself."
"My name is Blancmange" She replies.
*cough* (trying not to laugh) "Neat."
She then introduces her friend by singing a song. She explains that in their culture everyone has a song that describes them. It changes over time. The two alien women take me on a tour of their city which is all made from the same red-orange clay.

Blancmange continues singing her friend's song. The other woman looks very unhappy at her 'private' song being sung and taught to me.

I'm inside a game that seems like Smite or Dota. Two teams fight with a set of magical abilities and items. I first see my character from 3rd person. I'm a gray alien or machine. The dream turns 1st person. I fight the other team. I'm way better than anyone attacking me. I kill them over and over again. Different hand movements cast different skills. Each of them devastate the attacking characters. The other team calls for help. A native american girl appears and walks towards me. I try to cast something big, but nothing seems to affect her. She comes close to me and fires a white pulse of energy at me. It hits and feels horrible. Like something cold crawling under my skin, making my arms stiff. I look at my hands. I can't move my arms at all. The other team moves closer. They are no longer scared of me. Without my arms, I can't attack. "I guess it's over." I say calmly. "I'm sorry." the girl says. They don't attack me, there's no need.

This dream happened after I went back to sleep from another frightening dream. In this second dream I was riding in a car. My coworker was in the passenger seat, her wife was driving, I was seated behind my coworker and my daughter was seated behind her wife. In the dream my co workers wife was another person claiming to be her wife and she couldn't see that it wasn't her wife. We were in Italy, which is where I want to be stationed once I join the air force soon. The person perpetrating to be her wife was driving her to work but she took us down the wrong street on purpose. We got to an intersection and looked around and there were people dressed in black robes and had on pointy black hoods similar to the KKK. And I could tell they were preparing for something. I kept telling the "wife" to drive off but she acted like there wasn't room for her to maneuver around the few people who were standing around the car. She just sat there saying she couldn't drive anywhere. All the people in black started a parade. And I knew they were trying to transfer demons into the people who watched the parade. I told my daughter not to look at anything or the people and they were playing demonic music during the parade too. I saw my daughter turning to look at the parade and I told her not to and she stated that she couldn't help it even though she knew she wasn't supposed to look. I was watching her look away and I yelled don't look and when she looked back at me her eyes were completely black for about 5 seconds. And I grabbed her close to me and put her face in my breasts because I knew the demons had gotten in her. I didn't look to see if my coworker or her wife were looking cause then I would see the parade. The parade was very short and seemed to kinda vanish. My daughter before the parade was like 6 or 7 and after the parade she was the age she is now, 13. The wife drove off and finished taking my coworker to work and my coworker still seemed "out of it"/in a trance. When we arrived at her job and she got out she didn't seem herself at all like she was still in a trance or not aware of anything she was doing. Once she walked to the job, we drove off and then I woke up.

** I felt weird all the morning and most of the day. I just felt a bad feeling and was scared every time I thought about the dreams which was most of the day.

*I had a dream that my grandmother was dying and she practiced roots/witchcraft. She had demons inside of her and she knew she was dying so she wanted to take the demons out of her and put them inside either me or my kids. So she was trying to do anything she could to get me to bring my kids over to her house. As me and my kids neared her house, the sky kept getting darker and darker as though it was nightime but it was day time. The main street I had to turn off to get to her house was blocked by the police and they were turning people around telling them not to go down the street towards my grandmothers street. And as I looked down the street every street closer to hers was darker and darker and I could feel an evil presence. As I turned down the street towards my grandmother's, I felt worse and worse about the evil presence so I turned around. When I came back to the main street the police officer stopped me and asked me "didn't you hear me tell you not to turn down the street" and I told her no I thought she was talking to the other cars. The officer then says "you're special cause every other car that went down there after we told them not to didn't come back" and then she walked off. I drove off in my dream going back home and then I woke up.

I am at my old childhood home in South Florida. I am there with two other people. The three of us are wearing Army uniforms and it is dark outside. In the dream I hear Bob Dylan's Just Like Tom Thumb Blues start to play. When it gets to the part "...and the cops don't need you, and man, they expect the same..", I feel a foreboding sense of danger in the air. It appears we are barricaded and trapped in this house. Something evil is lurking around outside in the darkness. When I go up to a window to look outside, someone shouts at me, "I wouldn't go near the windows. There's a sniper out there!" I quickly jump back and huddle with the other two soldiers behind a partition by a wall closet. I realize we are in a very dangerous situation, as the light coming from inside the house illuminates the windows, making it very easy for someone outside to peer in at us. The two people with me (a man and woman), tell me they've already been shot at. Now, they say, "It's your turn."

I suddenly start running around the house. Each time I run past the windows, I expect to get shot at from the sniper outside. I continue to run in circles around the house, faster and faster. Everything's a blur, like how a whirlwind would look through a kaleidoscope. Dreamt 2/16/2017

A few thoughts before I tell this crazy dream.
I had a lot of dreaming going on and so I found this forum, love it! Then I stopped remembering my dreams, I read about makrame and I did that before I feel asleep I said "I will remember my dreams" it worked and I remembered but then I forgot in the same night so before sleeping I said "I will remember my dreams when I wake up" and so I had 2 dreams in one sleep I remembered.
The thing that sucked is this ant dream I had to sort out and make it mentally in my head and by the time I remeberd everything in the right order I couldn't go back to sleep Caz I woke up enough to not drifT off.


Heres my dream:

I was at my elementary school in the appropriate age of being in elementary school. I was 10 years old or younger. My brother was there too and he looked young as well.
Everybody in the school was outside in the front. It seemed as if something was wrong which is why we were all outside.

Me and my brother decided to walk home since we weren't going back to class.
All of a sudden my step dad, Mike, came up to the side of the school and parked
He is a doctor, he was driving the current white sports car he has now. He mentioned to us that he needed to be there but didn't give a reason.
For some reason I had some cleaning products with me- I decided to put them in Mike's car. Windex and something else. My brother and I continued to walk home.

As we got on our street we saw in the driveway 3 cars- a cop looking small suv- white, not 100% sure it was a cop car. Then in the middle my mom's white van she had when we were little, to the other side another small white suv- car but this one was a cop car, it had the lights on top and that's how I knew.
I remember thinking it was odd to see all the big cars in the driveway and it kind of freaked me out Caz I again felt like something was wrong but Now at my child hood house.

We got inside. My mom was talking to the cop in the kitchen but he wasn't wearing a cop uniform he was wearing a grey suit. And my mom told us she needed us to start cleaning. I told her I put my cleaning supplies in Mike's car. She got kind of annoyed.
I thought to myself I can just clean the counter tops with water instead. I wanted to get to it to be helpful.
My brother went to his room to clean.
At about that time another guy came from out the hallway and he was a repair man so now I knew who the other car was from.
He had a ladder and said something to me about being there. I didn't know what he was repairing however.
I think he said hello and that he was repaiR a few things.
Anyways Got a white hand towel , got it wet under the sink water. And cleaned the counter. I saw that it wasn't getting clean with water so as I went back to the sink and the hand towel turned into a paper towel,
I wadded it and threw it in the sink that now had water in it. I looked at the hand towel unravel in the water.
I went and got another white hand towel and this time I got it wet and put orange dish soap on it. I went to the table that had a dark green table cloth on it- a small square one so some of the table was visible. I cleaned the parts of the table that was visible. My mom got kind of annoyed again and came and took off the table cloth. She told me the table cloth can come off so I can clean the whole table.
So I was washing the table and there was a lot of soap on the table and I kept scrubbing to try o get the soap to go away but it only created more soap on the table.
I was going to go get a dry hand towel (all these hand towels are kitchen towels btw).
And as I was leaving the table I saw a huge ant about the size of 2 manly fists. It body was dark read and swollen, it's head brown. I freaked out. It was so big I was afraid to kill it.
I swapped it with the towel and found out it was a sticky ant Caz as the towel came off the body , the body slowly parted from the towel and his body stretched a little.
I started yelling for someone to help me get rid of it.
It started to follow me, my voice was raised a bit more and I screamed a little, I ran to the middle of the family room.

The people that were there (the cop and I guess there was a few more people in the house now) started laughing and I was upset Caz no one helped and now the ant was chasing me.
I remember I was afraid it would get on me, and then all of a sudden it was on my back.
The people laughed more, my mom was mad and told me to be quite Caz I was screaming and really freaking out.
She might have said someone needs to help.
The ant was on my back and made its way to my sholder, people were still laughing and I was still freaking out.

Then after a while the repair man came and took the ant off me. I remember as he helped me he felt familar- his energy- like I knew him from somewhere, one of my friends. But in the dream he wasn't. Around that time my brother came back in the room and watched everything.
The repair man took the ant and didn't kill it or put it outside.
Instead he went back in the kitchen and put it down where I found it.

I was kind of upset he did that Caz I thought he should kill it or get rid of it. I didn't ask why he did that.

Then I went back to the table and looked at the soapy table. I went by the ant that was now just staying in the one spot.
I was going to step on him to kill him, as I got ready to kill him I realized he was too big and my foot would just make the guts come out or something, I didn't want that so I decided not to kill it.

I then asked my mom when Mike would be back and she said she didn't know. I told her I wanted to get the cleaning supplies and I didn't want to wait around for him.

So I decided to leave back for the school to his car.

As I was a few houses down. Looked back at my house and thought about how weird it was to see the 3 cars- in the driveway and remembering I still didn't know what was going on.
I turned back around and woke up.



Sometime in the night before this dream I had a dream I was falling asleep and my body felt heavy and I I did a RC - plugged my nose and breathed in. It worked (my arm had a hard time getting to my nose though). I was excited and decided to leave my body, I got up and from where I was laying I saw my spirit. I then woke up- either in my dream or for real I can't remember. I then wanted to do that again so I relaxed and felt the heaviness and proceeded to get up and I woke up. Once again-a second time- I either woke up in my dream or in real life, I can't remember. Then I just went to sleep.

It was weird, I know it had to have been a dream though, not really happening.

I've AP once so I know what it feels like kind of, plus, seeing my spirit from my bodies eyes- it was a dream. I read a lot on this website the day before so that might have been why I had a dream like that.




And now I've been on my DJ for like 2 hours (darn typing, but it's better than hand writing Caz I get bad writers cramp and have to stop to rest lol)

All for now!

D1 - I'm on top of a bus trying to escape a horde of zombies, with some other people. While we are deciding how best to proceed time passes. When I look down again the bus is moving and there is a serious horde of zombies climbing up the buss/hanging on. We have spades to try and knock them off. I think of jumping off but feel I will be to badly injured.

D2- Two managers from work in inside a barn where there is a big oven thing with a load of kids heaped in it. They are deciding which to eat.

D3 - I am escaping but am Lilliputian and all the plants in the way are enormous.

D4 - Inside something like a tube train there are loads of green and blue alien looking things. we are trying to catch the monstrous one among all the others. When the doors slide open we try and catch it before it escapes.