Last night bed 10:30 pm GPC (600 mgs) - 3 am WBTB - 4 am - 4:45 am GM (8mgs) - 4:45 am - sofa time Got up at 5:15am to potty, then lay on my left side and WILD LD estimate - 40 min long Woke up from a 40 min lucid at 6:45. 1. Climbing In a huge, gymnasium size room. Climbing up on ropes, ledges, jumping from one to next with incredible ease. Feels great. 2. Phone TOTM I decide to see if anybody is calling, so I pull out my phone from my pants pocket, same as in last dream. I'm thinking about holding it to my ear with my shoulder, but don't want to drop it while climbing that high. I couldn't make it ring, so another TOTM fail. 3. Tell me a story TOTM In a room with tons of DCs. I remember the "Ask a DC to tell you a story" TOTM. I walk up to a young asian woman. I ask her to tell me a story. She says "NO". I'm like "wut?" So I walk up to another woman to my right, standing with group of friends. I again ask her to tell me a story. She is obviously looking for words, but I sense a rejection. While I wait, I lose interest and move on, and possibly lose lucidity here for a bit. 4. Smoke monsters Probably same building. Someone says something about some monsters outside. I look outside peeking through the door and there is a huge smoke figure. Looks like a tornado reaching from ground to high into the skies, in faint shape of a humanoid figure. It's all moving, you can see the dark smoke swirl and move. We try to run, but as I look behind next corner, another smoke figure is coming from there, and another one from third direction. We kinda run around a bit in a panicked chaos. 5. Your mind is a room - take the elevator to the deepest levels TOTM - success I find myself in a medium sized, almost empty room. Something like a lobby, but on upper levels. I remember this TOTM and say out loud, very clearly and articulately: This room is my mind. I repeat it once more. When I'm satisfied that it's so, I say "there is an elevator behind me". (When reading this TOTM and one attempt during the WBTB, I decided that UP is the way to go to the deepest/highest levels of my mind. Plus I don't like to go down, because of the negative association with that.) I turn and walk to the barely visible door in the wall. I open it and walk into another, much smaller room, but it's not the elevator. I walk through another door and I force it to be an elevator by walking to the wall and looking for controls until I see them. They are the regular 1-9 numerals. I can't decide if it should be 1 or 2, and while another person presses some number, I look for an arrow UP and when I find it, I press it. The controls are barely visible. They are same shiny metallic as the rest of the wall, and flush with the wall. Hard to see. I make it to the top floor. The door opens into a busy, bustling room which looks like produce section of a grocery store. There are tables with fruits and vegetables and people taking care of them. (ok, so now my real life job is my subC?) Anyway, I'm surprised by this. 6. Yeah, there was sex ofc. I did a lot of hovering, flying up with ease, and when it started to be hard, I just forced it to be easy again by not forcing it, just by knowing it's easy.
Updated 05-02-2017 at 11:03 PM by 50242
8/1/13 (L) Value: 0 | Generic Lucid 2 I became lucid in my dream room, where I stabilized the dream. I rubbed my hands together and followed them with my eyes. That caused my real body to start to wake up, so I stopped for a second, then tried again. This time, I constantly moved around to keep the dream stabilized. I don’t remember anything after that. Time: 30-50 seconds 8/2/13 | EMP, Blue Light in the Sky I had to eat an EMP, which was actually a stamp with a cruise ship on it. It was to stop a missile that was going to kill Sarah. When it almost exploded, I saw it dropping out of the sky. It shined a blue light for a second. 8/6/13 (L) Value: 0 | Blue Magnetic Tornadoes, Leather Jacket, Changing the Main Male (L)-These magnetic tornadoes were all around a city me and my dream friends were in. A police officer drove up to the house we were taking refuge in as the blue one closed in on us. Somehow, the police car had flipped over, and the guy inside was killed by the tornado as it passed next to him. We all ran upstairs just as it hit us. When it hit us, all the metal stuff went flying, and then it dissipated. So we went back downstairs, and that is when the thought of dreaming crossed my mind. We walked out a door, and I woke up from forgetting to stabilize. -Dad and I walked into somewhere in a forest with shotguns and suddenly were sitting on a bench without them. The guns were now in a shed protected by a huge hornet nest barely 20ft away from it. I pulled on the rope connected to it, and ran onto the road leading out. Of course, and as usual, it’s hard to run in dreams for the most part, so when I tried to run, I was slow and floaty. Suddenly, I was wearing a leather jacket and a useless nerf gun, and I was suddenly at my house. [New Scene] I was in a video game and playing it at the same time with Ocarina of Time’s graphics. I was Link when I was playing it. When I tried to open a door, some text said, “You can’t open this door, but you can change the main male.” I went over to and talked to a Kokori dude with blue clothes, and he said something about his brothers being goofy and bringing that goofiness and irrational stuff to the kingdom. Time: 6-10 seconds
7/14/13 (L) Value: 1 | “I’m Safe” There was one scene lucid, but it was a new way to fight nightmares. I can remind myself that I’m safe over and over again. Time: 15-30 seconds 7/25/13 (L)x2 Value: 0 | Dream Sign: Large Animals I can’t remember the beginning, but the world looked similar to Minecraft. I became lucid right near the beginning, and I stabilized the dream. There was some disaster simulator. I hit the flood button, and some water came onto the beach. Then there were some giant animals running onto the land from the water. Every time I saw one, I told myself that I was lucid. I don’t remember anything after that. Time: 20-40 seconds 7/29/13 | Lake Shack, Driving Off a Cliff Some cool stuff. West of green mountain (had this in a previous dream) there was a lake and a shack. I remember part of the road to it. It had snow, very thing, and drove the truck down. Don’t remember much here. [New Scene] Dad, Grandpa and I were driving up some cascade mountains (imaginary scenery, but amazing). As we were driving alongside a cliff, I thought to myself, “I don’t want to go off the edge.” Turned a corner at high speed, barely missed a pile of wood. Next corner, too high of a speed, and we drove straight off a cliff, with me flying into the air outside the truck, plummeting to the ground. Then I died. Dad came out and locked on to my tricorder signal. He said, “Yeah, he’s dead.” [Skip][Back at Home] I looked west, and saw smoke from a fire that I previously saw at the shack at the lake. I woke up here.
I was in a large university building, in which I supposedly lived, there were a few dorm rooms. At first I was just hanging around, I think a few family members were there at some point, although my memories of the first portion of the dream are hazy at best. One thing I do remember is that I heard a guy, slightly younger than myself (early 20's) read something he had written out loud, from inside of his dorm room (the door was open). He had made a factual mistake and I went into his room and told him so. After that I didn't know whether or not to stay in there, he didn't ask me to leave or anything but I barely knew him so I felt there was no point in me staying, and so I went out. I laughed a little about my actions - entering someone's room just to correct them, and then immediately leaving, and how "mansplainy" it felt (although he appreciated my correction). Later on, I was with my past self (which I, for the sake of simplicity, will refer to as "she"), aged two or three or so, based on her appearance I'd say this was before she went into daycare. I felt very protective, the same way I am in real life with my younger siblings, I was carrying her the whole time. She had some rashes on her face, nothing dramatic, but honestly it was a bit off-putting to me, although it went away after a while. I wanted her to know that I, her future self, is a boy, because I thought that even though she might not understand it at this point, perhaps remembering that if only in the back of her head would help her realize this sooner in life than I did (I'm not sure how this worked - whether she was myself from an alternative timeline, or if she had time-travelled and making something that would alter her future would in its turn rewrite our collective history, i.e change my past). So I mentioned it, in a low voice, because there were people around and I was scared that if they heard what I was talking about they would think I was trying to indoctrinate her or something. I then asked her if she wanted to be a boy. She said "no". Even though I don't remember actively thinking that as a kid, it surprised me, although I couldn't be sure she really understood the question (especially since, if I recall correctly, children don't really form a sense of gender identity until age 3-4 or so). We continued walking around (or I was walking around, carrying her) around the building, but suddenly I realized she was gone. I had no idea whatsoever when and how this could have happened, I may be a bit of a scatterbrain and prone to lose things, but a child?! I panicked, and was very frustrated with myself, to say the least. This is precisely why it's better for everyone that I don't plan on having any children, I thought, but I also realized the irony of the situation: "how the hell do you lose yourself?". I, of course, started searching for the kid. Running around the building and looking. I noticed the university was holding an election for school president or something of the sorts. A primary school teacher of mine was a candidate, she had a table advertising her party, it was focused on feminism, with the aesthetics of wealthy grown-up girl power: lots and lots of shocking pink, shiny fabric. I thought it suited her. She is, or at least was when I knew her, a very prim and proper lady with a bit of sass. In a hallway I ran past the guy whose writing mistake I had corrected earlier, I accidentally bumped into him, and stopped and apologize. He stopped as well, then he smacked my ass. This obviously upset me, and I also felt uncomfortable realizing, in such an icky way to boot, that he saw me as a woman. I started yelling at him, and said that my daughter was missing (I felt that "daughter" would warrant less explanation than "myself as a kid"), and then I kicked him in the crotch. It didn't feel like I kicked very hard, but he fell down on the floor, crying. I walked away and kept looking for myself. I called out to her, the unisex nickname for her name, which is now my actual name. I wasn't sure whether I had actually been called that at that age, but using its feminine form felt wrong to me. And sure enough, I heard her answer, in a singsong tone: "You ca-an't find mee". "Yes-I-can", I replied in the same manner, this call-and-response went on for a little as I was trying to locate her voice. I eventually located it to a closed door on my right, at some sort of meeting spot in the end of a corridor. Only half-jokingly, I thought to myself that if I hadn't found her, she would get lost in the woods, and become some sort of hermit, thus rewriting my entire past and just like that I would disappear from this university and find myself in a cabin in the woods. (I didn't think anything about the time-paradox this would create, but on the other hand I got distracted right after having thought that.) As I was approaching the door, it opened, and out came kiddy-me, along with a handful of other kids. She seemed happy. I was relieved, and considered picking her up again, but then I had the feeling she wouldn't want that, and even if I had been really worried and wanted to keep her close to me, I had to respect that. So instead I took her hand, and we walked.
Walking on a slope with some other people, and one of them starts throwing fireballs, pretty much like Super Mario, on his friends who are walking on the ground down beside the slope just to get their attention. I think: "Out of its context, this sounds like the premise for an ugly dream".
A really popular new game of sorts. With walls as like a maze in the ceiling and further walls and walls that you go through. A bunch of nomads reached the deepest of the deep levels and the game got darker and darker. Which spectrum-like Death-knight ghostlike walls. Very riddick-like. Someone said: Wow this is amazing isn't it. Eating cakes, stealing chocolate. Cashier: hahahah
Morning of May 2, 2017. Tuesday. I am in an unfamiliar classroom (or perhaps at a seminar), where the students are mostly adults in their thirties. (In real life, I still have a cold, so my sleep cycle is apart from the usual.) I am the speaker. The subject is a childhood dream that I had originally titled “When the Moon is in the Seventh House” to poke fun at astrology. It was about the moon changing into a giant crow and falling through the roof of my Cubitis home into the large closet, becoming somewhat cartoon-like in appearance. (I had gone over the full decoding of this dream a few times when much younger.) Over time, I explain how my dream (from February 4, 1972) was designed and rendered. Originally, there were about five notebook pages regarding this somewhat short dream that I wrote at age eleven. (I never post the full text of my dream data online as it would be far too long and the format is not possible to post online other than in a large image which is not really feasible.) I explain that it was partly influenced by hearing about the January 30, 1972 lunar eclipse. I explain how many dreams are premonitory of biological waking mechanism factors and that a crow is such a symbol as the emergent consciousness event, especially as the same event has occurred many times in different ways since early childhood. (Also, since very early childhood, a bird’s beak was sometimes such a factor, but only in dreams relating to the lower back spasm waking event such as “The Buzzard’s Beak” from October 4,1969, though which the factor was proven to have some suggested level of control as in dreams such as “The Elongated Beak” from from September 8, 1968. These days, now that I am much older, there does seem to be an unexplainable liminal space in half-sleep where the back and shoulder spasm events can be lessened to an extent as well as somehow subliminally activated.) I explain that the falling giant crow additionally is a staging phrase of “night is falling” (since a crow is black and is also a specific circadian rhythms symbol for me, though I have not captured or recorded all the specific clock times it is rendered as such as I have with cats in some cases, though date markers are more obvious). I explain that the “failed flight waking transition”, one of my most common dream sequences since early childhood, is not necessarily of negative implications. It simply describes the type of dream that renders a falling event that is biologically linked to the natural consciousness shift that occurs upon waking. I explain how the actual meaning of my dream’s outcome, is that the emergent consciousness factor lands in the closet due to it being the first place I go to to get my clothes to get dressed for school after waking up. The moon had been the induction factor, which transmutes into the waking transition during my dream’s natural ending. The moon becoming the giant crow represents the unconscious (moon, or “night self” as akin to “dream self”) becoming the conscious self waking precursor. I add how “When the Moon is in the Seventh House” is especially fitting as a title, as ours was the seventh house along our stretch of highway. My dream amused me and colored my mood in a very cheerful way concerning my otherwise tedious task of getting ready for school, so thus my dream was useful in that way. (A specific dream often serves more than one purpose.) In the last scene, I actually “play” my childhood dream (as if it was a holographic movie over my dream’s main environment), as it originally occurred, although there are differences. The ceiling of the classroom disappears and the moon is present overhead. The full moon (though in reality was waning gibbous and only 85% visible in regard to the original dream) changes into a giant crow and begins falling toward the building. Soon, I “become” the giant crow as I am also my dream self’s human body (though at this point, the giant crow is only about three feet from the floor) as it coalesces into my dream self as the emergent consciousness factor. I bend one knee down with my arms up and out at this moment in a sort of dramatic presentation. I awake with the soft abdominal jolt (with a slight kick), which is not unpleasant (rather than the natural falling sensation), as the giant crow’s belly is touching the floor, and I am very surprised that I had not been lucid at any point. This is the second time I have recently non-lucidly dreamt of explaining the meaning of a childhood dream in front of an audience (the other being about “The Tadpole’s Ghost” from December 21, 1970). It is probably due to my lifelong study of my own dreams while realizing that much of what is published about dreams is a sham (especially the irritating myths that dominate dream lore). My dream also related to thinking about mapping more dreams more specifically, though only on the two main sites I post where the present count is about 3,500 (which is less than one-tenth of my total number of records and study data - though I do hope to have about 10,000 in a few years at least on tumblr if it is still there).
Last night, I only slept about 6 hours because I had to leave at 4:45 AM to catch a 7 AM plane flight. So the only dream I remember was some guy asking about tuplae. I also took a nap for pretty much the entire plane flight in order to make up for lost sleep. I had a (not particularly vivid, but ok) dream that I was going through airport security again. I realized that I had already gone through security, so I had to be dreaming! I then tried my new telekinesis reality check suggested by someone on here, and it worked quite well. I think I walked through security without finishing, saying something like "screw you" to the guard (I promise I'm a nice person irl c: ) and then used telekinesis to throw some random toy guns around. It worked great!
New definition of tooth dream. I was sitting somewhere in a house. I was over a bucket and my teeth were falling into it. But something else was wrong... Too many teeth were falling out. When I looked closer it wasn't teeth falling out of my mouth. but crystals!. I wasn't exactly puking them for they seemed to form from my mouth. And when they landed in the bucket, they fell apart like crystal sand. I filled the bucket. When it stopped, Raven Knight emerged from a different room with a very large bucket of crystal sand. She also had a disturbed look on her face. "Well I'm glad that's over with." She said. I wondered if this was a by product of something we had been doing in earlier dreams.
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