Bedtime TOO LATE again, argh! Started reading Holecek again from the beginning. + I'm outdoors in an unknown place and I'm calling/screaming out for my son S2 to answer me, I'm looking for him. "S2! S2!" I hear an answer and I'm trying to triangulate his location from the voice. I come upon a house and I see my wife standing on a level platform above street level, she's holding the leash to our old dog L and she says something + I'm in a house, walking around, in one room the floor is caved in in places, and I'm afraid I might fall through. I probe those places with my foot and the floor collapses entirely revealing some open wooden beams and a guy or two crawling around in the area under the floor, they're talking about the floor with me. Something about moving a heavy object.
My first lucid dream I remember was weird. I was 4-7 years old.While I was walking with my mother, she met a friend of her and stopped to talk with her. There was a tiger near us but nobody was frightened. I realized that I was dreamming and asked the tiger to eat me to prove my mum that I am dreamming . My mum didn't pay attention and it seemed like nobody cares about that the tiger is eating me . As the tiger was eating me I woke up .
Morning of March 13, 2017. Monday. The first scene involves wandering around in a mostly empty circus tent that is connected to at least one other one. We had apparently bought two-dollar tickets (for all the members of our family) to see some sort of comedic monologue and perhaps something else, but it appears that there is going to be no event as such when the time approaches. There are not that many people around. I am very annoyed that they are not going to honor our tickets. It seems like very bad business practice. The ringmaster walks into a different featureless area and talks about random subjects unrelated to their original plans and even seems annoyed by people expecting them to do a show. I get the impression that he does not care at all about honoring any of the tickets ever sold at any time in the various locations they travel to. My family and I leave and soon find some sort of odd Halloween display at a park. There is a scene where Zsuzsanna is sitting in a swing on one end of a swing set (to my left as I am at a distance, though walking closer to the situation, approaching from behind them). Our youngest son is in the middle swing but there is an unknown boy (slightly older than our son) who is bullying our son (and to his right) and grabbing at the chain of his swing. Our son is trying to push him away. The unruly boy has bruises and scratches on his face and arms (though likely not caused by our son). As I approach, I tell him to leave and he does. I then comment, “Some parents sure do not know how to watch their kids or teach them anything”. Oddly, an unknown female who I first thought was the unruly boy’s mother unexpectedly agrees with me. (She had been sitting on the ground on the opposite side of the swing set, facing my direction) However, she turns out to not be the boy’s mother after all and has her own son nearby (to her left). There is an unusual scenario where (stereotypical) Halloween witches are running around and randomly screaming at people. There is a short time where I decide to take on this role myself (and put on a Halloween witch outfit and wig) but I soon become bored of it as I cannot seem to scream correctly. It comes out rather course and not that loud. The patrons just look at me with slight amusement. There is an unusual scene where an unfamiliar younger male in minimal Halloween makeup is playing two alternating notes on an electronic keyboard. It sounds similar to the “Jaws” theme. At the same time he is playing this motif, a set of French doors on the opposite side of the playground area open and close in perfect time to the note patterns. I do not find this scary but it does seem a bit curious. It is almost as if he is trying to give me some sort of clue about something (likely the preconscious indicating that I can leave the dream by going through the doors - or perhaps cause it to shift, even though I am not lucid). There is a scene of a tall cylindrical structure that seems to be somewhat like an enclosed pile driver. A small metal structure comes down as our youngest son goes inside the building when he seems curious of it. It is just big enough for one person to stand inside in the center. The lowering structure pushes on him but does not seem that heavy or forceful even though I was wary of it at first. Still, he seems to have difficulty with his legs in attempting to get out, but does not seem injured and gets out on his own. (It almost seems like an unlikely composite of pile driver, elevator, farm silo, and a circus strength tester where the bell is rung. It may be loosely based on the playground rocket I sometimes explored as a child in La Crosse.) In the last scene, I feel very cheerful. It seems to be nighttime. I am with Zsuzsanna and I eventually notice a huge object towering in the sky about a block away. It looks like the underside of a giant microscope with about eight objective lenses. However, I consider that it is some sort of movie equipment for recording a crowd of people. I find it awe-inspiring and try to get Zsuzsanna’s attention for her to look at it, but there seems to be something that is somehow blocking her view of it. The second-from-last scene is an obvious but distorted waking precursor. It is like an incomplete elevator, and of course an elevator serves as a waking precursor or sometimes induction (just as in guided meditation and certain types of hypnosis). Still, the last segment indicated the consciousness shift (and a higher clarity) and a curious subliminal association with my conscious self in the habit of examining my dreams and dream self (as if with a giant microscope).
Updated 05-02-2017 at 11:31 AM by 1390
At the first attempt i didn't mad the tea so I tried again last night. While falling asleep in the middle of the night I'm thinking about mountains in dreams. That leads me to a dream in a mountain area. There is a red/green temple. I'm going to take a closer look. Some people there destroy the temple. They are Nazis, or they destroy it because of the Nazis. I become lucid and remember the TOTM. I see a restaurant and go there to make a tea. Inside is only an old man sitting at a table. I take a glass and fill it with hot tap water. Close to the tap is a shelf where I'm looking for tea. I only find a juniper berry and put it in my glass. The berry transforms into a dried chili. Then I see some thyme and lavender. I mix everything in the glass. The old man throws more chili in the glass. I stop him and drink it. It's almost cold and has a very weak taste. I'm leaving the restaurant. I'm in a mountains area. Most of them look like a mountain where I live. I fly to the highest one, which is behind me.On the top is a big house in surrounded by trees and some bush with yellow flowers. The mountain top changes into a little planet by night. The stars are very bright. I can see only one cloud. It has a huge shoe imprint. The grip looks like lava. I decide to call a dragon, to see if I can do the TOTY (I know that I can do only one task at once). A tiny dragon appears. I try to make it bigger but that doesn't work. I call a bigger one. This one has the sizes of a car. I sit on it. A friend of my comes and sit in front of me. We fly together and land at a castle. Then I lose lucidity and hunt spiders.
I had seven of dreams after 5 am, waking from each to write them down. The last one was about lucid dreaming (I've been geeking out on the topic lately, in hopes it will stir something up- it did) In the dream I was having a conversation with an experienced lucid dreamer. He had made some new discovery and was getting ready to publish his findings. He said something like, "Lucid dreaming 701 just became lucid dreaming 801." I responded somehow, and he said and also wrote "Spock's hero", except that when I read the text it said "hock's spero". This made me aware that I was dreaming. Unfortunately, my 2 year old sone burst in and jumped up on the bed, waking me at that moment. Oh, well, success is encouraging.
Wonky bedtimes again. Must. Stop. This! last night: 2017-03-12: ----------------------------- More dreaming than the recall indicates. Need to return to voice recording upon waking. 3am bedtime must stop! It really suppresses dreaming. +(f) I'm DO observing my head up close. Lots of bald spots where thinning hair exposes my scalp. Odd shaped of head at the back (a big fold?) and I start pulling on it . + I'm with a group of young people and I want to get with some of the girls so I say to each one in turn "OK, it's you and me..." but each one had an excuse to decline. Previous night: 2017-03-11: ---------------------------------- Very vivid dreams tonight. Probably because of the better (1am) bedtime. Before midnight (and even 11pm) is the goal. + At CH on the deck I'm with unknown girl we vault over the deck railing and I'm trying to climb down a bit before letting go and falling to the back lawn. We're trying to get away (from being seen? [DS]), so we run through the adjoining neighbor's back yards. I'm sort of jump-flloating and know that I can fly, I'm wondering if I should show her that I can fly. I do a particularly long jump/float/fly and say "well it's the most effective way to move!" + I'm getting out of a car on GPB near AV in BH near CH, near the old mansion (MB, fast kid bully, indoor pool). I'm talking to someone (across the street?) whom I don't see about the weather. I feel the temperature, I know it is morning, and it's already fairly warm. I say "it's probably going to get quite hot today!". I recognize the location and look up to see the expected mansion on the hill. + I enter a house. I grab up a long fairly thick shiny metallic jewelry chain and carry it out. I know this is somewhat dicey but I feel I'm right to do this. I'm trying to avoid detection but there are guy following me. Eventually they confront me and I say "OK, FINE!" and plop the chain down on a table/counter. + I'm standing looking at a young man, early 20's, short brown hair, and I feel a strong sense of deja vu. I'm talking with him and saying "it's seems that we've met before..." He asks me "Are you one of the guys who was sampling my brother's pee?" I feel embarrassed right away because I "remember" [FALSE] that I am. But I had good reasons and feel like explaining them to him. + Walking outside with some guys, I'm in a really large pit/quarry with sandy sides. I'm walking on a ledge about 6-7 feet below the lip of the pit to the edge is just above head level. I'm trying to get out. I come up on a section there there is a very large outcropping hanging over the ledge I'm on. I stop and I"m leery of it. The material of the pit wall is a sort of large sized pebbles of sand. I think it is unstable and could fall. Right then the promontory teeters and falls down into the pit. Then the walls are all collapsing and I jump down onto the floor of the pit to avoid being buried. The mini-avalanche is still coming towards me, and I back up against the far wall/corner of the pit to avoid being buried. As it still approaches me I yell out "HELP!" to the guys. I don't get buried and to back to the street-side of the pit. Climbing up now the top of the pit is covered in paneled glass like in a geodesic dome. I'm carrying something heavy and am trying to break my way out.
I'm standing in a circle with ca. 15 people. Among them is Harry Potter, Ron, Malfoy and a minister. We all use a spell and 3 of us are using the dathspell (which is a part of the howl thing and I think no one dies). Some dark, thick, shiny liquid appears. I see the liquid flowing over there faces. I know they day. Again I see the liquid in another dimension. There faces appear and they start living. It's kind of like yin and yang. If they die in one dimension they will live in another. Again everyone's standing in a circle. Malfoy is getting nervous. He kills the minister with a spell. Telling us that the bond was to strong. Now he's getting really nervous because he realizes what it means to die in this dimension. Ron tells him that it's his fault.
I'm someone else, a wandering adventurer, and I'm in a medieval world. A Queen that I was close with a long time ago is on a war path. Her army is massive and arrives to the small town where I'm staying. I walk out of a tavern to see the thousands of soldiers waiting. Their orders are to bring me to the Queen and they are ready to fight. Scared villagers are behind me, also surrounded by soldiers. A fight here would end in a lot of collateral damage. "I'll come with you, if you promise these villagers won't be hurt." A knight steps forward and swears they won't be harmed. They escort me to the castle, where I meet the young commander of this army, the Queen. She couldn't have been older than 30. False memories told me I was very close with her once. We had differences now, due to the wars she started, but she still respected me. I stood in front of her desk, where she was doing some paperwork. The room was majestic looking. Red was clearly the theme. Warm red wooden tables and pillars with red fabrics etc. I can't recall the end of our discussion, but we talked about my imprisonment. I guess I tried to talk her out of it.
I'm in a Forrest, surrounded by huge trees. I cut down some bark, to make a jacket. Then I walk to my old school. A woman drives to me on a bike. She tells me something of a ritual. I realize that it is a dream, but still follow the dream story. I see a market and ask a woman to make me a jacket out of the bark. Then I remember the TOTM. I see a thermos jug at one of the stalls. When I open it a cup appeared. The tea tastes fruity and has a purple color. It's hot but good to drink. There is a bay taste and in the cup appears a bay leaf. Then I leave the market to find a skateboard.
Updated 03-11-2017 at 03:07 PM by 90590
I was at an event in a huge stadium and there was some kind of a show going on. The stadium was packed. I am guessing during the breaks they had people in stadium doing little skits in between. There was a guy carrying a little baby walking all up and down and through seating area which seemed like bleachers. I wasn't paying much attention to his act when all of a sudden he leans over and hands the baby to me so he can do something. He flips backwards down the bleachers and everyone cheers. Then he tries doing the same going up the bleacher seats when he falls through and it is a long drop down. No chance he could have survived that fall and here I am holding this baby that I have no idea where it came from. It was happy and smiling and I would guess about 3 months old. I spent a long time looking around and asking everyone, trying to find out who it belonged to. It started crying and fussing and I could feel my nipples tingling. Then it started pulling at my breasts. I new I couldn't have milk because it was so many years ago that I nursed yet I tried and somehow I was successfully nursing this baby. It felt so nurturing and I was happy. I must have been in a very deep sleep because it felt like I was trying to get lucid and somewhat aware yet I was never able to be fully lucid. I knew I had to find the parents of this child yet I felt I was very closely bonding with it and had thought if I couldn't find it's parents I had hoped I could keep it for myself.
So after a lot of reading up on the subject I've decided to get into the wonderful world of lucid dreams. I'm beyond excited Just a little background... I have had a number of Lucid Dreams in the past, but I never really understood them. After doing some reading and lurking on the forums, I've decided to take it to the next level(I don't know why anyone wouldn't ) With that being said welcome to my first dream journal. I plan to update daily for anyone who's interested in a first timers experience. With that said, peace and love to all of you... and happy dreams.
As I was falling asleep last night, at one point I became aware that I was just below the waking threshold and was able to take some control over the hypnagogic imagery. I wanted to try a TOTY and decided to attempt sledding again. I figured my problem last time was that I had gotten fixated on looking for a mountain to sled down... wouldn't it be more sensible to establish that I was on the mountain to start with? Then all I would have to do is go downhill. And find snow, of course. I successfully turned the hypnagogic imagery into a scene of sliding down a mountain slope. Initially it felt more like imagining than dreaming, in part because I was not yet fully embodied in the scene, only seeing it in my mind's eye. But already it was manifesting some of the ornery characteristics of dream and resisting my attempts to imagine snow, so I was sliding over bare earth. I let the scene play along and pretty soon I started to feel physical sensations: the bumps along the ground (I thought wistfully how snow would smooth out the ride!) and the surprisingly realistic smack of low hanging leaves against my face as I passed under trees. I was on a round metal saucer sled, barely big enough to seat me, but by concentrating I could prevent it from spinning out of control (unlike the similar sled I have in WL!) Before long it started to feel like a real dream with physical embodiment, but I was still lucid enough that I was not concerned when my sled went over a steep embankment and into freefall: I just applied some mental "brakes" and came down gently, landing in the yard of someone's farm. The farmer was there, so I realized this would be a perfect opportunity to coax some snow into existence. "Can you believe the weather we're having?" I asked the farmer. "Such thick snow! Hey, where is the snow the deepest?" I tried to make my tone convincing, despite the fact that there was still no snow in sight. Apparently this worked, because the farmer pointed into the distance, and when I sledded off in that direction, soon I was surrounded by snow everywhere! I was back in the mountain forest, but there was a slight problem. I looked around and saw no way down but steep rocky cliffs, rather than slopes that looked suitable for sledding. I figured I should just pick a cliff and sled off it anyway, since freefalling posed no real danger. But at that moment, for no good reason, I felt a subtle pang of anxiety about completing the task, and this woke me up. Dreams are a wonderful laboratory for discovering all the ways that our own minds can get in the way of our intentions!
Updated 01-13-2019 at 07:44 AM by 34973
I don't plan to record every dream here, just the ones I refer to in posts. I'm kind of private about some stuff, and don't want to clutter up threads with descriptions of my own dreams. If I refer to a dream in a post, I'll copy it here from my private dream journal, so folks can read it if they want.
Morning of March 10, 2017. Friday. I am swimming under the ocean (and I can breathe underwater as in many previous dreams since early childhood). I am near the ocean bottom. The imagery is beautiful. A shark swims toward me but turns and swims to my left as we move past each other and I am not threatened or even acknowledged in any way. There are other fish, including sharks, here and there. I soon notice a submerged bus on the ocean floor. It appears to be empty but I decide to explore. Eventually, covering the bus, is what I assume to be long equidistant strands of some sort of seaweed, and yet oddly, it looks more like green Christmas tinsel garlands arranged vertically around the perimeter of the bus, each about a foot apart. They sway with the ocean current and actually seem to “reach out” at times. They establish a sense of joy though I remain puzzled about this seeming setting distortion. Curiously, my dream temporarily becomes a dream within a dream, of viewing sparkling Christmas ornaments and swaying garlands. I seem to circle intricately decorated Christmas trees and look deep within their branches and feel intense joy. Soon though, I am back under the ocean in the original setting. I swim into the bus through the open doors at the front right side. The driver’s seat is empty and it looks like the whole bus may be empty. I swim towards the back. I notice a human body (female) wrapped up in transparent plastic, in a middle seat on the right, wrapped with a cord around the middle. For a short time, a potential (flight symbol) waking prompt distorts the scene and the inside of the bus seems more like the inside of an airplane where men would line up on each side to be ready to parachute (and all the singular one-person seats face outwards now instead of towards the front of the bus). I try to focus more and the bus temporarily becomes a separating construct of giant ribs after an impression of thin white splitting plastic, pieces of the seats floating outwards and upwards. However, I am soon back in the original setting. I look at the girl’s face through the plastic. She is unfamiliar but alive. Her eyes glow brightly as she smiles. There is something I do with my mind that I do not recall ever doing before (which also occurred in another dream of this date). I think it has something to do with a dream of May 18, 2015 (“Unusual Bird”), except in that dream, I was watching the event happening to someone else from a distance. It has something to do with deliberately superimposing the essence of your face onto a dream character’s face (almost like forcing a three-dimensional “mirror” around the person’s head, yet internally and externally at the same time). There is an extraordinary sensation and skewed awareness that cannot be accurately described. (I also get a vague impression that this may be the supposed “new” entity or “contact” from a few other dreams.) For a moment, her head becomes that of a shark (though somewhat anthropomorphic as it looks directly outward from the otherwise vertical body), but changes back, seemingly implying a playful sense to demonstrate an ability to quickly change. I carry her out of the bus (though still with the plastic around her) and swim up to an underwater cliff. Perhaps she is a shark but I still think she should be rescued. I carry her over my left shoulder as I swim. From here, there is intense and vivid fractal imagery which flashes and turns. I am still seemingly underwater though and continue to “swim” through the surreal patterns. I also see flashing Mandelbrot patterns. I watch an orange octopus (which seems ambiguously entwined within the spiraling fractal imagery for a time). There is more than one at times. Looking from underneath the octopus at one point, I get the impression of a billowing and waving skirt, which temporary becomes such an image for a short time. The octopus imagery is very detailed and correct at first. However, there is one point where I see an “octopus” that seems to have virtually endless tentacles. It sits on the cliff. My dream shifts into more fractal images and impressions of the shiny patterns inside oyster shells. As I wake, I experience the most unusual hypnic jerk I have ever had. It feels like numerous small tendrils of electricity grabbing my foot and lower leg and lifting it up. My entire leg moves upward as I wake before it drops back onto our bed. (I had been sleeping in a position where part of my right side and much of my stomach is on the mattress.) Typically, hypnic jerks and other waking muscle movement (other than my nightly back spasm) are not this sustained (though my leg usually does jump a bit) and I do not recall feeling individual tendrils of energy “grabbing me” or “attempting to lift me” like this before. It was very strange and interesting…and something new and appreciated (regardless of it being somewhat startling, although because the effect is similar to a dream I had in America where the energy of Zsuzsanna’s essence was fully felt upon me, it did seem external - though I am not sure of the source - if it was Zsuzsanna, who was sleeping near me at the time, I do not recall her “sending” this way before).
Okay so the dream started out as me in a high school bus, I was sitting in the middle of the bus, sort of standing and sitting at the same time. I knew we were on a field trip even though no one told me, so the bus kept going down this dirt road. I looked out the windows and saw tropical everywhere; we were on a massive island. The bus kept driving down the dirt road until it turned to the left and we saw the beach, everyone including me was in awe. The bus driver then looked at all of us and told us to get off but in a nice way. I stood up and left, my bare feet hitting the soft sand below. The sand was so white it looked like snow. I was so happy and thrilled to be here, I don’t know why but I felt like this was my home. I was so happy that I decided to run down the beach, which I did, and jumped into the water. I started giggling and splashing water at people, soon my classmates joined in. Some of my friends started splashing water on me too. It was almost as if someone suddenly turned on music because I literally heard music in the background but didn’t see any devices. That was when I suddenly thought about my crush, which I usually do in my dreams, and walked back to the sand. I started asking my classmates and other people if they’ve seen her, let’s call her Julie, anyway they all said no. That went on until I came across my best friend and they said that she was around here but further down the beach. This was when I started to become really lucid so I thought about flying and I so I did. I flew further down the beach but still couldn’t find her; I gave up and went back to the crowded beach but when I returned everyone was gone. I checked the time and realized that I missed the bus back home; I became really depressed and started walking down the beach by myself until I encountered a middle-aged woman who was cleaning up the beach. She asked me what was wrong and I told her that I missed my bus back home and that I couldn’t find my crush. The lady just laughed at me and pointed up the hills of the island, she told me to go there and that I could stay there. I said sure because I had nowhere to go and so I flew to the hills and found thousands of houses, I chose a random house and stayed there until I realized that it was a restaurant. A waitress went to my table and asked me if I wanted anything, I told her that I wanted some soup. She went into the kitchen and came back two seconds later with a bowl of soup in her hands, roller skating back to me. I started eating my soup which tasted like nothing (btw I hate eating food in my dreams because they taste like nothing). I don’t know why but I was really angry for some reason so I flew out of the restaurant and to my surprise was still in the same dream, still at the island. That was when I flew to the ledge of the restaurant which showed the whole island (btw it was beautiful to see the whole island from that high up). This was when I was about to fly off the ledge when the same middle aged woman came behind me telling me to not fly away. I didn’t listen to her and instead fell off the ledge which made me wake up.
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