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    1. Line out of Time

      by , 02-16-2018 at 10:49 PM (The Fourth Factor)
      The dream begins with a line floating in midair, semitransparent with a pinkish fringe to it—a little like an ostrich feather. I compress it down to a point and store it away somehow. This thing has a long history behind it: back in the 14th century—there was a precise date, but I can no longer remember it—any number of these things were deliberately left out of an important document, like a charter, maybe. This was a political maneuver against the aristocracy: they were traditionally associated with it, and leaving them out rendered them invisible.

      That was 400 years ago—as my dream self reckons it—and nobody cares about any of that stuff anymore, but all those things have been floating around invisibly ever since. But I’ve just found this one. It’s nothing important—maybe some quirk or mannerism is all—but the workmen seem happy that it’s been brought to light again.

      They’re working on the garage door: that’s where we are, a garage—one that could pass for the garage in my current house, other than not having any junk in it. It’s time to see if the door is fixed: I press the button. The door comes down—a surprisingly complicated process—but in the end, some parts of it have come out of alignment. It looks like it still needs some work.

      15.2.18
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    2. greens

      by , 02-16-2018 at 07:33 PM
      Dreamt I found out I had missed a work deadline. I found two boxes of old green printer paper which I was supposed to fill out my work on. I bunked off work trying to avoid the boss and secretly worked on completing the deadline.

      Note: Seems to be a reminder that I should be doing some work during my time off and not just resting?
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    3. Finally had a good, decent fight against another bearer!

      by , 02-16-2018 at 03:38 PM (The world of Lyseno)
      Thursday February 15th 2018

      The first few dreams are not important, so summary!
      I was at school with my husband, we were talking about making our shop come over here and make profit by selling our goods at this school.

      Back to sleep.

      Was going to a big building, ended up taking a bus and getting bored in there, so started to create random shit and throwing it at people and watching them fight each other, made myself invisible to make it better.

      Back to sleep.

      Was inside a big room, waiting for someone. Got bored and lucid, so just teleported to another location, ended up with my husband and made a lot of meals for him as well as for myself, we were having a lot of fun and I tried to explain that this was a dream and we should do crazy shit but he was against it, meh.

      Back to sleep.

      Was talking to someone over the phone, get lucid and then realize I am talking to get a job. The people at the other side tell me that I am not needed so get mad and mindfuck them into getting me the job, and then to make me the CEO. Don’t take the right decisions however and make them go bankrupt pretty quickly yep.

      Back to sleep.

      Since the last dream, feel pretty safe going to another job place and getting myself in without having to mindfuck everyone, so do that.

      When I arrive people stare at me weird since the policemen at the entrance just let me in, I play as if I was one of them and some play along but some others spot me. End up running away to not get into trouble… failed. Could mindfuck everyone but not sure that will feel as satisfactory… so will try again!

      Back to sleep.

      Basically me giving another shot at taking over a company without manipulating everyone and failing again… got fed up with myself and went to the bathroom in one of the places while playing tricks on everyone because yeah, was going to succeed even if I had to cheat.

      By the end of the whole thing, several people tried to hit on me since I was the “ceo” and I didn’t dislike it one bit, but couldn’t do anything with any of them because yeah… married. At least had fun giving them weird orders and watching them perform them.

      Back to sleep.

      I’m talking to someone over the phone, get lucid and then stop it, why should I waste anymore lucid time doing this shit, other than it been fun at times.

      Anyways, remember about Edat and want to fight him, so ofc will try to do something about it. He is a pain to find, because there seem to be seals around him so this time instead of trying to find him, knowing that he has a shit load of seals find the strongest being with the most amount of seals around themselves.

      When I locate the being, quickly try to teleport but there is some kind of barrier… what? No, break the barrier and force my way over to their location.

      When I arrive see there are 8 other people along with me, they feel somewhat different from normal DCs, are they dreamers? Alrighty I don’t really care, will just do my thing.

      Look around some more and see that we are just floating on empty space, I fix myself so I don’t need to breathe, everyone however seems to be perfectly ok with this? What the hell.

      At the “top” so to speak, or more likely where everyone is staring at are two figures. One of them is Edat, the other is one of his friends.

      I am at the bottom at it seems he has yet to see me. Prepare to launch against him when the girl starts talking “Congratulations to you 8” she says, when someone says “9” she looks all the way to where I am and seems confused, then asks Edat who like always is too busy on his work to care, he just shrugs it and says it should be fine.

      “Well 9 humans it seems” “You all have worked hard to have a chat with us and to come over here, you managed to decipher the Erotic Poem of the Gods” she says, I look at everyone who is super attentive and wonder why the hell I am even here… didn’t do the stupid poem.

      It seems that the eight people know each other, while the girl is talking they are saying that they feel proud their 8 members could actually decipher the paradigm given to them by these superior beings.

      The girl keeps talking, she says that now they will fight against us “For that is the right you have earned” she says “And those of you who show us your worth will be able to asks us anything they so desire” she says, oh a fight!

      People seem to cringe at the thought but they also show confidence in their skills. “Will it be 1 on 1?” I ask, the girl however laughs and says that there is no way we can fight like that, it will be 4 and 5 vs 1 if not all vs 1.

      Edat recognizes my voice and says he will not fight me, then the girl is like “What?” and he tells her swiftly that he will take on the 8 that got there like should be and she has to fight me. She is mad and is telling him it is not fair, she will have the easy fight and he will have all the fun. I don’t mind as long as I get to fight a bearer properly.

      “I can give you more fun than these 8” tell the girl, she tells me to shut up and everyone else is preparing some kind of strategy to go up against Edat. He says again he will not fight ME and just flies over to the other 8 and teleports away with them.

      “So?” the girl looks at me irritated and then says “Fine… I will let you go with the first blow” she says. I take her word for it and attack serious from the get go, she dodges and flies a bit backwards “What happened?” I ask her, she is still mad and attacks me but I block easily.

      Tell her to fight me properly and she agrees and smiles, it may not be as boring as she thought?

      We start to exchange blows, I create swords around me when she attacks from behind and throw them in all directions, she grabs the swords and destroys them then grabs another two and uses them to fight me, when she is in front of me I make the swords grow spikes and hit her head with my own.

      She is sent flying backwards and then she is behind me, make a sun explode in front of her face but she absorbs the blow and punches me, throwing me off away.

      She wants to play now! She tells me that she will show me the “creation” of a universe so I take out a void eater and eat away her universe then teleport in front of her and make giant flares in front of her, she blocks them and then calmly makes some kind of hand motion.

      There is a giant swirl of energy in front of her that comes my way. I absorb it by twisting it inside my stomach and then shot it as a laser beam from my mouth at her, she blocks it and then says its time to finish this.

      She moves real fast at me and I block her attack “Time is a non-factor girl” tell her and then she moves even faster. I move at her same speed and block most of the attacks. Shot my hair against her and she grabs and pulls, make a black hole in there and she lets go then grab her head and smash it against a rock I just created, breaking it.

      She makes energy around herself and then tries to use another technique, I make particles form around myself out of water and shot the super pressurized swords at her then swirl myself around and destroy all the things she just created. Make a giant void pressure bomb around us but she just nullifies everything created, except for the spear that impales her back made of pulsating energy crystals.

      We continue flying and fighting around, she shots me some more energy balls and I keep on absorbing them, she seems to be losing her cool and finally stops midair then starts to move faster than light.

      I do the same and we exchange even more blows. Absorb her energy and shot a breath anti-her, she blocks it and then throws some kind of “spirit ball” from above me and a black one from below, I absorb them both and use them against her, then use all fiction on her next move to cancel it.

      She manages to reverse time and I time dilate her attack, which makes her miss me then time compress myself and eat away at her energy successfully making her fall down.

      I don’t know what she does, but she is mad. Edat appears before her and tells her that he is done defeating the others “How you doing?” she is mad as hell “WHY CAN’T I WIN” she says “Ah yeah, I’m going” says Edat and prepares to leave again.

      I want them to fight me both, and she gets even angrier, Edat just looks at me with a no way in hell face and then just lets the girl continue been mad.

      She finally screams at me and says that I know more than the other guys and she will not tolerate this any longer “So fight me seriously then!” scream back at her; she looks a bit surprised and then calms down, places her hair in shape since she was looking a bit desperate there and says there is no need.

      She is about to attack me like normal when I use nightmare mode and eat her hand and half her hair because she moved her head with void eater “Fine then, take me for a joke” take out vector hands when she is flying away and smash her with everything I have and when she is trying to fly back teleport behind her and stab her with my claws then drop down a giant ball of flaring energy in plasma form, she tries to block it and then gets met by a song that stops her movement and then a void eater to the stomach.
      She finally starts to be serious and grabs the void eater, but more eaters come out of it. She destroys it by disrupting space and time and then compressing it and making it explode.

      I teleport next to her and punch her in the face then feel something grow from below. There is some weird heat and she starts to move super fast again. All of a sudden I am the one that is been cornered and start to use my all to evade her attacks.

      Since we are moving again faster than light there is no time to think. Random spurs of light, heat or energy come from nowhere and I create at first a shield of swords, which she uses to try and take off my arm, but fails to.

      Then block with layered shields and when she uses the opportunity to come on close the shields as if they were shards of sharp glass and stab her with it. Energy swirls from her and starts to protect her.

      Another wave comes, this time from behind. I scream and clap then let out a song and start to try and talk to her. She keeps screaming but because of our speed I can’t tell what she is saying from sound and the visuals do not keep up our pace, I am using other senses to fight and from her mouth movement she says she cannot hear me.

      I continue doing this of talking, slowly and more slowly every time. Keep blocking. Use heat energy to block her heat energy and absorb and shot it back. Light is a lot easier to block than everything else at the beginning since it has a fixed movement and speed rate, when she realizes this the light she shots becomes like a giant wave and like tendrils.

      I fly through the tendrils and use my own vector tendrils to block as much as possible, but it feels like she is luring me in.

      I keep going at her whenever she gets closer and her tendrils keep on extending, but it still feels like I am going towards a trap. Before long we are in a more open space and tendrils come from every direction. I become light and escape the tendrils just to find she had made a trap around us.

      I tell her to stop and she is pretty happy, she didn’t realize however that she could hear me and the song play by. When she is about to attack me the song finally reaches and all her old wounds start to open, she finally stops to think why she can hear the song and I take my sweet time beating the shit out of her.

      That single moment was good enough for me, use claws, vectors, songs, fire, void, water, pulsating energy, void eaters, black holes, bangs and crunches and as many skill as I can compress before she regains her normal pulse. I get enough hits in that when she comes out she is filled with scars and tries to attack back with a pretty strong energy pulse.

      I go through it while absorbing it with a new song and let it out in a “stage” in front of her. She seems to be badly injured now and doesn’t knows what happened “Psychology is a bitch” I tell her and continue to attack.

      Now she is the one defending. She is creating tendrils like before to block my attacks. This keeps going for a few minutes when Edat shows up and wants us to stop. I try to finish the fight before waking up but can already hear the alarm outside the dream, can not stay there for longer and end up waking up before I can do anything else, but I feel content enough with this fight.
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    4. Sudden LD - There's someone in the house

      by , 02-16-2018 at 02:15 PM (Nef's dream journal)
      Low recall

      I fell asleep, void , nothing. Then suddenly, I am infront of the door of the living room. I open the door , and there's someone sitting there, in front of my computer. I'm really surprised and shocked and realize that this is a dream, for first; I was asleep, and second ; I locked the door so theres no way anybody could come in.
      My vision was largely impaired , I had do stop moving many times for the dream to come back.
      Then I asked who is this guy, he said he's me , that was wierd. Then we started to talk about me and stuff I dont remember. At a point I asked "can you show me where is N" but he didn't show me the way,he vanished and shortly after that , I woke up.
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    5. orange creme sunset

      by , 02-16-2018 at 02:14 PM
      it was very cold the breeze was a deep chain of being crucified in the wilderness I felt as if I been here before or the place same like a familiar setting I start running as I was running the cold pressure got more intense I was frozen in a staring photo as I try to open my eyes I see a pinch black sunset arise from the clouds into a orange crème as the orange took control of the sky I see a pinch dull of blue getting ready to take the sky over as the creamy orange was settling in
    6. Adventures through the RAS Gate

      by , 02-16-2018 at 01:27 PM
      Afternoon of February 16, 2018. Friday.



      This is a compilation entry, though simplified, based on many key dreams which designate a door or doorway as neural gating of a specific type, typically under the subconscious self’s choice in both non-lucid events to apex lucidity (though in apex lucidity, the true conscious self identity is far more extant and viable). A door as rendered in either a non-lucid dream or lucid dream has always solely served as either the exit point of the dream state or, in some cases, to augment and stabilize the precursor to apex lucidity. Note that the summary for each dream does not reflect the entire dream.

      Dogpile, from February 19, 1972. I had entered apex lucidity (in my final dream of this date) with my dream rendering the correct time; early morning after sunrise. I see the bony remains of a dead dog halfway between the railroad tracks and the edge of our backyard. I notice that a smaller dog seems to be guarding the remains. The dog (of which is facing me, though at a distance) soon notices me and begins to growl menacingly. The ghost of the other dog rises up from the bones and seems to pose a threat as well. They both run toward me. My position had been the easternmost end of the Cubitis carport. I deliberately run and jump through the doorway of the Cubitis house to wake myself.

      Both RAS and the emergent consciousness factor “chase” me into consciousness. As my lucid dream self, I recognize this common autosymbolic event and its meaning while still in the dream state but I do not attempt to contest it. Instead, I choose to find a doorway to jump through to purposely leave the dream state. I manage to jump and fall halfway through the doorway, anticipating the sensation of the dogs biting my heels (anticipating the common hypnopompic kick as a result), though there is no sense of pain in liminal space. RAS was often rendered as an aggressive dog of which challenged my will to control the dream state as a child. This is based on two factors, my dream potentially “obeying” my lucid dream self’s will and a dog being the closest analogy to that, and the RAS factor being influenced by having seen “The Hound of the Baskervilles” (1959 version) a few times, which designated a dog as being an attack factor. (I had no fear or concern of dogs in waking life, as much of what occurs in a dream is based on the dream state itself in its autosymbolic transitions, not waking life unless prescient or “received” from loved ones.)

      The emergent consciousness factor as the ghost dog, as divided from RAS, is based on known dynamics. The remains were where we had bonfires in real life, thus designate the recurring Phoenix Factor as symbolizing re-emergence into full consciousness via biological RAS gating. Additionally, it appeared as a ghost due to the dream self identity not being the complete conscious self identity.

      Catlike Shadow Creature and Shopping, from September 10, 2016. A non-lucid but vivid sequence features a cat shadow as my emergent consciousness precursor (not a waking factor of which the common checkout autosymbolism was eventually rendered as the waking transition in this dream). Upon approaching it, it leaps impossibly into the top of the closed door and somehow slides through the narrow gap between door and door frame. The Shadow is my conscious self identity. As the conscious self identity cannot exist within unconsciousness, it has often been rendered as either a cat or shadow (or in this case, both) in my dreams since early childhood. As such, it is a liminal space denizen for several reasons. One, it is associated with “always landing on its feet” relating to the falling sensation that occurs as a result of vestibular system ambiguity, a biological factor of the waking transition. Two, its being associated with sitting on a fence, a fence as autosymbolism for liminal space division (between dream self and conscious self). Thirdly, a cat by popular myth “having nine lives”, is like the Phoenix Factor of returning to whole consciousness. There is an additional very curious factor which had been influenced by the ending scene of “The Flintstones”, which I am even aware of in this particular dream in the specific movement of the cat creature. This is where Fred picks up the sabretooth cat, puts it outside, and the cat goes back in through the window and then puts Fred out. There have been a number of endings of various television shows that were borrowed for RAS mediation (typically only as dream state end markers and waking precursors or at least transitions of levels of unconsciousness).

      The Old Shack, from August 24, 1970. As with Dogpile, I use a virtual doorway to deliberately “escape” the dream state. In this case, threatening flight as a vestibular system ambiguity dynamic, a pterodactyl, chases me across a field. As I dive through the “doorway”, in this case the ruins of an outdoor rose trellis linked to an old fence on each side, I see the pterodactyl that I was concerned about turn back into a sparrow, as it falls upside-down from the sky. In this case, I perceived my emergent consciousness (the shadow on the ground, of which the pterodactyl cast) as somewhat ominous, a viewpoint that rarely occurs as an adult due to having learned so much about the dream state.

      Ocean Beyond the Doorway (with Kenneth Hill), from February 9, 1975. In this dream, I want to find my “dream girl” (the precognitive form of Zsuzsanna long before we met in reality). My dream ends with me standing on Kenneth’s left. (RAS usually modulates from the right side of my dream self in dream self to conscious self mediation due to me sleeping on my left side with my right side more exposed to my real environment). I sadly tell Kenneth that “It didn’t work” when opening a fictional door in the Cubitis hallway (west side) and seeing the ocean in afternoon light. Although the ocean also represents the transpersonal nature of unconsciousness, in this case, it was also a rendering of the fact that Zsuzsanna lived across the ocean from me in real life at the time. There were a number of other dreams where I was “blocked” by the ocean. The ocean usually only occurs in my last dream of a sleeping period (due to it also representing circadian rhythms dynamics and the nature of sleep in relationship to consciousness as an analogy to the tidal factors of the world), whereas lakes and rivers occur in all stages of sleep until water lowering waking symbolism becomes a key factor.

      Batwing Doors, from October 22, 2017. In this dream’s final scene, Zsuzsanna is eventually standing directly behind fancy batwing doors. The doorway waking symbolism included the RAS hybrid factor of vestibular system associations (“return flight”, a factor of over one in five of my dreams).

      A door as the potential exit point of a dream (in fact, the main symbol for this precursory event) differs only slightly from the fence feature. That can be seen in the following dream:

      Through the Fence, from April 17, 2014. In this dream, I move between a narrow gap in the high wooden fence (in our present backyard or what resembles it) as if it was a door. A group of Aboriginal Australian girls move from near the front of their house, coming to talk to me (perhaps because I am seen by them as trespassing). The final scene involves an older Aboriginal female of about seventy, with white hair, asking me if I have seen her husband. In this case, the RAS gating is rather curious. I suspect that I was “seeing” a much older version of Zsuzsanna, though rendered as an unknown RAS character, especially as she asks where her husband is, though it may also be seen as random transpersonal communication with someone else’s unconsciousness.

      Three Keys and the “Unfair Advantage”, from March 22, 2014. In this dream, I effortlessly transformed into a snake and back again, in other words, taking on the essence of RAS itself (very rare other than in apex lucidity at times). I eventually deliberately vivify my dream by opening a door; a large and difficult old wooden blue door, to such an extent that the vividness of the scene I stepped into seemed realistic beyond belief, even for me. It almost seemed as if I entered Alexander Siddig’s unconsciousness (though of course, unlike with Zsuzsanna, there is no way to validate this event). There have been other dreams with this implication.

      In a dream I had shortly after my brother-in-law Bob’s mother died, I found myself approaching a door. I willed it open and was looking into an unfamiliar room. After time passed, I became aware that I might be intruding upon someone else’s privacy. Bob’s mother is sitting in an armchair, talking with her husband, who had also died. She approached the door while looking annoyed and slammed it in my face. (I had rarely ever even seen her in real life and this was my only dream of her.)

      There are thousands of other dreams in which RAS mediation as a doorway scenario was a key factor of the waking precursor. Sometimes there is audio, including the knocking on a door or a door closing, depending upon which level of unconsciousness I am entering or leaving.


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    7. The Gift of Rain and the Inexplicable Nature of RAS

      by , 02-16-2018 at 08:16 AM
      Morning of February 16, 2018. Friday.



      In my dream, the most vivid scenario of the waking transition involves my dream self (personified subconscious) being on a bus with my wife Zsuzsanna and our youngest children. I remain in a passive and thankful mood. The location is unknown. It does not seem familiar, though the bus driver is on the left side, so it seems to be implied to be in America (though I have not lived there since 1994 and Zsuzsanna has never been there).

      The bus driver is an unknown chubby female of whom reminds me of my crossing guard from when I lived at 901 Rose Street (near the intersection in a second floor apartment of a building which is no longer there).

      It seems to be late morning, though the perceived time seems to change a few times (of which is very common in my dreams, as my subconscious self has no viable sense of time or continuity). There is an intersection up ahead. I am aware that it had been raining. An interesting mood develops. I realize that rain makes human life possible and that without it, the world would have no life. I have a vague awareness that the bus driver had telepathically caused me to realize this.

      There had been a flood in one part of the street (from the rain), but the water has lowered. As we near the intersection, I have the typical focus on whether or not the bus driver is competent (this being a long-term carryover from waking life thought since childhood, though this thought does not dominate or seem problematic and I ultimately trust the driver to get us home safely).

      The bus stops, but we are apparently not at our destination yet (though my dream self has no focus on where I presently live as is often the case). The bus is on the right side of the street, its back close to the perpendicular street it just turned from. The bus driver says, “I have to find something”. I am standing in the front stairwell of the bus watching her. She puts her hands down into the murky water near the curb. Soon, she pulls out a small tennis racket that is slightly muddy (though with very light-colored tan sand). I am uncertain if this is what she had been looking for, but she gives it to my youngest son. My dream fades from here.



      Zsuzsanna, in real life, had been looking at, and thinking about, small tennis rackets made for dolls while at a Kmart store on the previous day (Our Generation dolls and accessories). There is no explicable way I could have known this or for it to influence the main event in my final dream of the sleeping period. Not only this, she said her thought processes were “stronger” than usual during this event. Additionally, after my dream, she told me of how she had won a tennis racket at age twelve by reaching into water and pulling out a toy duck (relating to a matching number for the prize at a Brisbane show). This is not unusual in my experience, as at least one dream per sleeping period is based on something Zsuzsanna had thought about (or said to someone else) of which I could not have possibly known about. This was validated to have been going on, continuously, long before we met, and additionally, Zsuzsanna is the “mystery girl” who had been in my dreams since childhood (and of whom I even saw in my dreams as an adult while she was still very young).



      The scenario of this dream, a bus approaching an intersection and stopping or bumping into a curb before turning right (sometimes in the event of water lowering waking symbolism as here), has recurred since early childhood, though always with different dynamics. This is based on neural gating. It signifies whether or not the dream state will terminate or continue. (However, there are also inexplicable dynamics of which I will describe below.) As here, the bus turns right and my dream soon ends after the RAS to emergent consciousness factor, additionally validated by the water lowering waking symbolism, which occurs in at least one dream during every sleeping period (water symbolizing sleep in autosymbolism, its dynamics relevant to the specific aspect of REM).

      RAS as the personified preconscious is a bus driver here. The biological function of RAS (Reticular Activating System) is for sleep-wake transitions (though again, there are inexplicable dynamics). This is why a dream is primarily autosymbolic of the dream state and waking transition itself, which is why “interpretation” as most commonly propagated is not a real concept despite the Barnum effect.

      There is evidence that the side the bus driver is on in a dream correlates with what side I am sleeping on, especially as buses and cars often symbolize (or are an autosymbolic extension of) the human body. (This is also true for boats, airplanes, and trains when vestibular system ambiguity is more extant in REM. In fact, there has even been a dream where a bus I was on rolled over after I rolled over to sleep on my opposite side. However, the content of a dream must be looked at closely, as autosymbolism is based on the specific level of unconsciousness and varies from state to state through the waking transition.)



      I know that RAS mediation and modulation as a dream’s final event, when it utilizes personification as the preconscious as here, is often transpersonal (inherently unrelated to both the dream self and the conscious self by its very nature and purpose, as its purpose is to ignite enough emotion to trigger waking, including by way of dominance or perceived conflict, real or not, though some of this “conflict” is caused by muscle tension in unconsciousness as well as vestibular system ambiguity or subliminal concern over unknown environmental noise). This tells me that RAS is not simply the biological factor of the neural gating of the dream state in REM, but transpersonal neural gating that also occurs when I am conscious. However, the dynamics are puzzling. Sometimes these events have happened in real time (during my nap while Zsuzsanna was elsewhere and “sending” in real time) and sometimes based on recent thoughts that Zsuzsanna had held in her mind but which later integrates into my dream.


      Updated 09-21-2019 at 03:15 PM by 1390

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    8. Day Three: Intensive Journaling

      by , 02-16-2018 at 05:29 AM (An Insomniac's Dream Journal)
      Fell asleep at: 10:30

      Woke up at: 7:10


      Missing: 75℅ Of Humanity

      The dream starts with me touring an apartment complex in some big city. A movie theater is directly in front of the apartments, and I'm reminded of a city in Mexico (Those on the border to be more exact).

      I look down into the city, and realize NOBODY is around. NOBODY. Not even a few civilians walking around, nope, nothing.

      Naturally, I freak out. I try to look up information on my phone, which makes reference to some biblical catastrophe which would wipe out 75% of the population. But, I didn't process all of that information, and thought it was zombies that did it. Yes.

      So, when my family came over, I proceeded to barricade the doors when it came time to sleep. I wake up in the early hours of the morning when a group of teen survivors (Two boys and one girl) come walking up the stairs and into the hallway.

      The lights are off, and all three of them are carrying candles, presumably because their phones died. I let them pass, and went back to bed.

      Me and my family had spent a couple of days surviving in those apartments, when my mom decided it was time to get out of there because of the cramped living situation. We gathered up our food supply, loaded all of our stuff into the trunk, and just before we left...

      Survivors.

      They weren't hostile or anything, but there were very few of them to speak of. Maybe 4 or 5 people were out in the open.

      My mom beckons me back into the car, and we went off to Tennessee.
    9. Shift

      by , 02-16-2018 at 04:50 AM (Xanous' Dream Journal)
      #519 - DILD - 5AM

      I have to make this entry short but there wasn't a much to the lucidity anyway. It was good to break such a long dry spell. I was focused on DEILD and had a few mini awakenings which triggered a DILD. This style has done well for me in the past and I think I'll stick to it even if it does hinder dream recall for non lucids.

      I am in some Colosseum in the desert. Some sport like soccer. It seems like we were driving cars. At the end the judges decided the score not based on number of goals. They declare a tie and many people complain. I chat to a woman about being in a foreign land. I leave the area through a huge crowd of people. Basil is walking with me. He photo bombs several people and even is dressed different to match at times. Suddenly, it becomes hard to walk. Basil makes a strange comment about it and all of it triggers lucidity. It gets easier to walk and I start yelling to hear my dream voice so loudly (always a favorite). I get Basil to yell too. I sort of believe he is really in my dream with me and I tell him we are dreaming hoping he will be lucid to. He seems to get it but them he leaves me. It get really hard to walk now and I drop to my hands and knees. I struggle against it but the feeling increases and it now feels like gravity has shifted so that instead of crawling I am climbing. I get outside and try to fly away. I watch the ground drop away but the dream is breaking up and I feel like I am about to wake. I relax and free-fall for a bit. I close my eyes and meditate for a little bit. I lose lucidity as I open my eyes and find myself sitting on the ledge of the rooftop. I jump down and find a document from work and hand it to the appropriate person. I wake up.
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    10. crucified computer boy

      by , 02-16-2018 at 03:39 AM
      I'm staring at a blinding white light trying to type words as the ink of black stain the white pre scene I get engulf in words that are meaningless if they have no purpose the intent of the dream fades as I'm staring upon the glass I close my eyes and start typing words in my dreams as I'm dreaming I cant understand anything that goes on I jus see a floating of words trying to memorize the event that never happen I try to write more yet its just black ink staining the ominous white color as the black ink stains the white I see myself transforming in letters of gesture I only have when my eyes are closed
    11. keep waking up in a dark alley

      by , 02-16-2018 at 03:27 AM
      this is a crucifixion dream I keep getting crucified in a dark alley when I'm laying in my bed
      I woke up seeing 3 fire spot that I had to stomp out when I try to stomp them out a fourth fire started then fading out after that I woke up in my bed