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I woke up repeatedly throughout the night but not with eyes shut. Didn't have too much time to set my intention perhaps. After my initial successes, a part of me is also afraid of failure because this is a promising technique that I would like to work for me, and now I'm somehow expecting it as a result. But I will focus on the progress, the successes, and remember that it is about training over time. I will get this. I will try meditating for relaxation immediately prior to my next attempts, and see if this helps. A part of me suspects that confidence in success is a huge part of whether or not it actually works.

After a wake back to bed of 45 mins I try to WILD. I took an attitude of: anything that occurs is an experience happening to me, I don't control it, so I will just let it happen and observe whatever it is, even if that experience is me becoming too excited and things coming to a halt. I tried FILD on my back and became quite relaxed, body numb, and I noticed the swirls and blobs of light becoming more and more frequent. They became more intense than usual probably due to my mindset, and I felt my eyes starting to open automatically, and I struggled to keep them shut, but unfortunately they fluttered open a little bit. Switching to my front, I was on the brink of sleep and was sometimes forgetting what I was trying to do, and would then revert back to the FILD practice. I let myself forget about lucid dreaming, and just let myself sleep, but also remembering the finger practice without consciously thinking about the WILD attempt. Re-interpreting it as something I do to help me sleep normally, so that I wasn't so focused on lucid dreaming, which tends to keep me excited and too alert. I noticed rapidly flashing lights and the sensation that something had just happened to my body, like a heaviness or something. My alarm went off shortly.

Later noon attempt: body became very relaxed and numb, and there were swirls of light, but I was drifting off less often than earlier. The excitement/heart rate was high and I was having trouble mindfully/gently allowing thoughts and metacognition to come and go, returning attention the task. Mindful breathing did help somewhat but improvements and dedicated mindfulness practice may pay dividends.

Edit: Afternoon attempt (3pm): When had some HI and it felt like my view of it was zooming in, my eyes just automatically started to open. How frustrating!!

Dream (from night before waking)

I am in England with my girlfriend (I think), and am driving over what looks like a Scottish countryside road, replete with rolling hills overlooking beautiful small lakes. There are old stone buildings on the hill tops and elsewhere along the road, and the day is a cloud one, but still the scene is picturesque. I am sitting in an airport terminal with some people, KZ included. We discuss driving to Cape Cod (USA) before leaving England, because this is one of my favorite places and I would like to go. I think that KZ leaves today to go back to work, but he says that he is leaving in the morning and can go out on the town tonight.

I am at work now, and there is a toy remote control helicopter similar to the one my girlfriend's brother owns. I play with it and fly it around the office. I almost crash it a number of times but manage to salvage the mini flight. The lights are off in the other end of the office, because I decided to save power and only turn on the ones that I would need. I am completely alone here, nobody else is at work. I am disembodied and flying a helicopter in the third person now, and am hovering above three warehouses below me. There is someone in one of them, communicating with me via radio or walkie talkie when I am hovering about them directly. This is some sort of drug bust, and they are perhaps undercover.

*Messed up title. It was a plant but with no flowers.

I was non lucid at first but became lucid in my old room.There I looked at the window and hopped up to fly through it. However, when I managed to get through I felt myself turn upside down and I was now in the beach water.At first I heard zombie noises like moaning but than it stopped and I just enjoyed feeling the waves of the water passing around me and pushing back.For a bit I stayed like that and tried calling Dawn but than the ocean dissipated and became a mountainous area where I was attacked by not very visible lions and wild dogs. As I pushed them back and felt them bite me I thought about how prey animals feel when attacked. Eventually I decided to make them leave by calling Dawn. They ended up running away after I did.

When I got up I noticed I was now in a city that was becoming flooded. That's when a violet red book flew past me with japanese hiragana and kanji. I could read the hiragana which said "sakaru" and something else. Which is not a real word but I dismissed it and as I looked around it felt like I was going to wake up.

Standing in front of the old house bathroom mirror now I was doing my hair but kept aware of how I felt and the possibility that I was still dreaming.
That's when I remembered that I wasn't living there anymore and went into the room. Curious I looked through the window to see the yard and saw a lot of green plants with a huge white plant in the center. I felt like it represented something pure. It was nice to look at but than my thoughts ended up changing it into a carnivorous plant that growled. I looked away from it than thought of Dawn
Dawn didn't come but i began to be pulled away as the room darkened and thinking I would wake up, I woke up.


pic does not belong to me.

-1-This LD lasted less than 10 seconds and took place at my old house.
-2-The next LD in this group happened after a lengthy scene of odd questioning in a hyper-realistic mesh between my old house and another house. Even the shower was near perfect. Later, I finally did realize I was dreaming. Samus appeared in a turquoise drag racer while her Sm4sh victory theme played. I lost lucidity shortly after. The scene was a busy-ish road with trees and small buildings. There was an intersection to the north.
-3-I regained lucidity for a while as I jumped on top of trucks and buildings.
-4-(DEILD) I spawned on the northbound side of the same road, looking west. I tried to take over a large, red thing that resembled a semi truck, but I couldn't open the door. Seconds later, I approached the intersection from the southbound side, and was immediately surrounded by cops. On one side were Americans, and on the other were Chinese.
"The Chinese are quick to secure their target." --a text in a book
-5-(DEILD) I spawned in a tall building east of the parking lot, which was north of the intersection by a half-block. I look to my right and see a room with FNAF characters in it.
"Oh, look at that," I said, slightly annoyed. I was not a fan in the slightest. As I continued east inside, one of the characters followed me and acted like a hyperactive child with ADHD. Looking up, I saw that the ceiling of this wide, concrete-floored hallway was about 5 stories high. The character then turned into Pinkie Pie, so I shoved her off a convenient ledge.
Lucid Time: 4m5s--6m25s

Date of Dream: SAT 24 MAR - 2018



Dream No. 299 - Sharing Photos

I don't remember much of this dream. I was in my bedroom on my phone, just browsing on the internet. I decided to open up my Instagram account and when I went over to the real WB's page, it was public after it was set to private for a very long time. After studying the page for long enough, I logged onto my Facebook and found out that I actually had three messages from her. Within the first one, she apologised for “hurting me”.

In all the three messages, she then said that she had all these photos of her me and she uploaded them within the messages. The first message was just general photos. The second message, she said, were “photos of when we were in Dandenong”; and I forgot what photos she put in the third message. There were heaps of photos, like hundreds, so it's weird how they were compressed into just three messages; it was like a gallery. That's all I can seem to remember for that dream.



Dream Trophies Achieved:
- None



Type of Dream: Non-Lucid
Dream Guide: None
Emergency Team: None
Eligible For Competition Points: Yes

Points:
Non-Lucid Fragment (0.5)

Total Points:
17.0

Morning of March 24, 2018. Saturday.



I find myself on my own in the middle of a shopping excursion. The shopping mall is of an unfamiliar layout. I wander around for a time until I am more focused on my dream’s dynamics. Although I am not lucid, there is still a vaguely discernible summoning factor as with the majority of my dreams. I remember that I am married and have children, but no other conscious threads are present such as knowledge of my age or location.

I am thinking of getting a tackle box, mostly for our sons for when they go fishing. I go to a lower shelf and pick one up and decide I will get it. Even though I perceive it as a tackle box, its appearance is that of a white Styrofoam egg carton. I consider that its design is as such to keep individual fishing lures from getting entangled by their hooks.

From here, I look at a display wall featuring various types of fishing tackle. I consider getting one of my favorite and useful types from years ago; a yellow jig. A couple are near the bottom. I study the many other types, virtually every kind of fishing tackle I have ever used, including various plug lures and spoons. I absentmindedly carry the tackle box and jigs out of the store to the parking lot without paying, though I realize I will pay for everything I get after shopping longer. I put the items into the back seat of a car, from the left side.

In attempting to go back into the mall, there is now an unfamiliar male painting the foyer. It is a darker cyan, and the entire walls, ceiling, and floor appear to be covered and still wet. (Of course, my dream self does not question this impossible sudden event.) The coat of paint has somewhat of a folded appearance, like the wrinkles and minor folds of a bed sheet. The painter, in blue bib overalls, is on a step ladder and remains cheerful. I am somewhat annoyed by this challenge. I attempt to go in, but I soon consider that I am now partly covered in paint when getting halfway to the opposite door. I subliminally reset my dream and I am again back outside the store (as I was prior to the previous event), wondering how I can enter. I notice that there is now an additional foyer to the left of the first one, which two unfamiliar females walk through to go into the store, so I use this one.

I start thinking about getting some snacks for my family. Eventually, I approach a large table in the center of one store, which apparently is a bakery. There are several large butterfly cookies (about the size of my hand) with multicolored frosting of mostly yellow, cyan, pink, and blue. Each is wrapped in cellophane. First, I see what I think is the price of 95 cents on a very small label. I then notice that the price on a larger label is two dollars. I pick up two to purchase but begin to wake at this point.

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Return flight waking symbolism (RFWS) has occurred in at least one dream per sleeping period for over fifty years, but sometimes there are multiple diverse flight symbols in several different dreams in a shorter sleeping period. Their specific nature seems directly correlated with both my subliminally discerned level of unconsciousness and vestibular system dynamics. However, in this case, the autosymbolism seems a fairly obvious rendering of “butterflies in the stomach” in subliminal anticipation of RAS modulation (in the sometimes unexpected or jolting transition of dream self to conscious self). Because the butterflies were a static feature as cookies however, the waking was softer than usual. The imagery was also beautiful and even reassuring.

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To me, this was a nightmare in disguise.

The dream was going normally, meaning in my normal dreams I'm traveling to several places. I'm in a vehicle driving on a highway near my hometown going somewhere. It warps and now I'm in a small room which is in an airplane. The idea is my father is working his job. We're in this small airplane room and there's people sitting around the room. My dad has a small badge on his arm and he's showing me how he does his job. He's walking around checking everyone's tickets but he's stumbling around and I'm feeling a little bit sorry for him. My vision zooms out and we're in a small white airplane that's trying to take off. It's bunny hopping around and turning slowly towards different runways. I can hear my dad talking about how the runways aren't clear and the pilot is arguing with him. The pilot stops the takeoff and is frustrated.

The pilot says in the dream that my dad's arteries are clogged and he can't really see straight. I get this dreadful feeling. The idea is my dad is getting too old to take care of himself to the point where he can't work a job and it feels like now I have to take care of him and financially support him.

Nightmares are usually of ghosts or monsters but this to me is a very adult nightmare where I'm realizing I have to take care of my parents because they are getting too old to care for themselves. Give me pennywise the dancing clown, this was disturbing.

First there was something related to a violin lesson, and after that I was explaining something to someone which was very long and complex. However, as I reached the end, I realized it didn't make any sense...

Apparently someone enslaved an entire population and I had to get the help of dragons to save them...

Created Friday 23 March 2018

Was kinda KO'd this time. I did try a few meditation attempts, but drifted each time off.

Scrap Group 1
Driving around the city. My brother, Deo, was there. We go through a tunnel to merge in the highway, only to find a pile up of rubble and vehicles blocking the way. We could somehow clear a decent portion of it, lifting whole vehicle frames without effort. We could even do the same with our own vehicle, which felt like foam. But then, an entire demoloshed car tumbles down, and smacks Deo on his head. He was still standing, but bleeding badly, and requested an ambulance.

Driving around in a highway in a large van or minibus. Deo and several unknown people were there. Some lady in a coupe almost bumps into me. I likewise almost bumped into several people ahead of me.

I notice there is a new online mode for Garry’s Mod that is being sold as a limited physical release by, Dream Theater. I saw online that Jordan Rudess posted a video showing the disc and I see a product key on the video. I thought someone activated the key already, but I tried to figure out activating the product key on the video anyway. I couldn't find how to activate the online mode on Steam and I only find pirate videos on YouTube, I mean videos about sea pirates and a Rugrats video about mummies. I also tried buying a copy, but I end up not buying a copy. I don’t know if it was the price, or the waiting period, or both. The end.