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I did it yes wohooo woah omg yes! lucid every dream! omni

first dream was inside a house, #25? Or that neighbhor's house. I went downstairs my mom was cleaning. I was about to go outside but.... got lucid. I was just detached from the situation. There was some guy wearing a uniform coming to do delivery or something.

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I was in another house. This was really the house #25. But the stairs were weird. They went up in 4 directions. I noticed that my thought was manipulating the house structure earlier, playing and archetecht. This makes me lucid. Just looking around the house a little. Jumping down a spot without stairs from second floor to first.


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I was in a car, maybe it was a limo. In the back seat lucid. I noticed there was a control panel to the right side that stood for dream control. It went from

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level 1---------------------level 7

The dial was at level 1. i dialled it up to level 6. Thinking that Id leave the dream some control for fun.

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I'm walking what appears to be a very large hall. Looks like a mall with a path in the middle. People were blocking my way randomly though. Right of way! But some religious or cult fanatics began to talk about god and what not. I decided to try my dream control from previous here. I looked up the ceiling and raised my arms. Nothing but I started believing. I began to float up into the air. I saw the beautiful colored glasses in the sunroom windows above me. It was somewhat circle like a hexagon made of many small windows. Centerpiece was different color.

As I near the top I end up in a void... Darkness hard to tell what's up really. Maybe related to god stuff, felt like it. Spinning spinning spinning. My legs were spinning, tingly. Spining away from me.

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near some business building, perhaps the previous one. I see myself in mirror and saw that I was old. I kind knew it was off though. I saw my reflection a couple of times. Self reflection, in the head and the physical reflection. I try to head down home. A narrow road there lead to a mansion... Inherited it huh?


notes: stopped caring about everything and just meditated. just let go of all the thoughts. Just let it all come to me. Just let go of even being scared of meditating too long or whatever. Just meditated. and just meditated. Didn't even really think about ld but just meditated. Meditated on the stuff I tried to piece togther in words the previous day. Woke once with no dreams. Maybe slightly disappointed? But i let that go too. I just let it all go. It was like a echoed state of the meditation. Just kept it. Then just all the dreams became lucid. Maybe forgot a dream or two. But who cares it was cool. I felt great.

non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening

At a magic convention, meeting point is the base of some mountains. As we gather at what looks like a door carved in the rock, with images and writing on the tab around it, the rock starts glowing and bursting into flames and becomes a portal to an underground world. Those that do not deserve entering are crushed at the entrance by falling slabs. I and my friends, we enter without issues, by crossing the flaming rock and inside we follow a corridor leading to an underground city of Incan descendants. It basically consist of gigantic chambers, carved in the stone, connected to one another. Some look like temple rooms, with beautiful carved walls and ceilings and a giant empty space in the center, where people just gather. Others have buildings inside. Their rulers are considered demi-gods and they are white as snow, but the people are dark skinned, like the original incans. I actually understand the light skin on someone living for ages underground, I have more trouble understanding the people who retained their dark skin tone living there.
When they see us the first time, they look at us as invaders and become defensive, but then they notice we are white and I am particularly pale, so they think we must also be gods, so we are taken to their rulers, who welcome us in their chambers.
A baby comes out of nowhere crawling in my direction. He is quite big and heavy despite being an infant - has the size of a 3-4 year old. I pick him up and he wants mothers milk. I point it out to someone and they say he is the queen's son and they will call the queen. But she takes ages to come and the poor baby is desperate. I almost offer my breasts but I have no milk so makes no sense. Meanwhile he starts to poop on me. He makes a helluva pile of poop, about half his body size. But his poop is basically a large string of kefir like white substance, nothing dirty, just weird.
The queen finally arrives and picks him up. They organize us in different groups, according to age and gender and some guides/ chaperones are appointed to tour with us. They assign a group of three 20 year old girls to keep me company. We are close to a majestic building (looks very modern though, not ancient Inca) and they point out some handsome blond dude coming out of some kind of vehicle, being escorted to the building. I say he looks exactly like the actor Ryan Phillipe. They have no clue whom I am talking about. They tell me he is the crown prince and they sigh at just how dreamy they think he is.

Got lucid two nights past week. Maybe ~14. Most dreams were very uninteresting. I experimented with different dj style to see how recall would be affected.

I found that a strong intent was more crucial than a very detailed dj for immediate recall. However a finely detailed dj in itself is a good way to explore thoughts and catch things you've missed. Perhaps it serves as a good visualization process as you recall it.

Strong intent "I'll definitely remember the dream"

Failed though.

I needed to fail. Needed to fail to get better. Because sometimes the answer is right under your nose but you just want to get somewhere instead of smelling the roses right below you.

I guess I understand it better now that I failed some more.

Its like making a cake. You have to know the ingredients, mix it in the right amounts then bake it.

The rest is just practice probably. Practice until it's natural. If you can make the practice fun, even better.

The question is am I ready to bake that cake or do I feel like experimenting and failing a couple of times just to satisfy my ego? Do I even like cake?

I probably tried every technique now. And probably am following the footsteps of the wise one before me. Probably coming to the same conclusions.

Some things I don't really understand fully but I do kind of get it.

Maybe I'll try to compile my thoughts once I can fully comprehend everything. Maybe that'll help people who want to ld a bit.

Well the simple answer I've found is that you do master this stuff eventually one way or another if you keep at it. Only difference is how long it takes.

Gotta burn the ships if you want to get better faster I guess. Like apply yourself fully without a drop of doubt.

Gotta notice things more. And to notice things more you gotta be in the present. Keep the goal in mind though otherwise you don't know your destination. Reflect on your mistakes sometimes so you can get better, but back to the present. Because you'll stop noticing if you keep wandering around.

Just relax and enjoy

Morning of December 3, 2019. Tuesday.

Dream #: 19,342-02. Reading time: 1 min 40 sec.



My dream begins with the instinctual anticipation of wall mediation, the usual maneuvering between dream space and waking space. There is no imaginary proprioception as cognitive arousal dominates my transition in this case. I sit on a bed in an unknown location without my waking-life identity. I read details in a newspaper for two television shows. I am to participate in the filming of a new series that involves a casual conversation with a celebrity. The “gatekeeper” (personified preconscious) between dream space and waking space is an unfamiliar Australian actor.

I stand up when I see the word “EXCITE” flashing in midair (an instinctual association with cortical arousal). Even though I am in an indoor setting, the whole wall is open directly to the street, and an oncoming jeep is carrying the actor to my location. The preconscious simulacrum is a passive rendering. He sits on the bed as we talk about the conditions of his environment. “What is it like to live in such a hot, dry climate,” I ask him - as if I live in a different region. He talks about himself and his status. At this point, I notice a big cardboard box near the bed (compartmentalization of the process) that contains outdoor features such as grass, rocks, and small shrubs. There is also a seemingly tame Australian possum running around in the box. This feature is meant to induce recall of my waking life, as Zsuzsanna had a pet possum while we were writing to each other, but the heat (in real life) makes cortical arousal sluggish. Instead, I ask the man if all possums are as tame as this one. He answers in the negative. He seems slightly impatient.

The processing changes back to cognitive. The simulacrum subsides for a time. I read about the actor in his fictitious television series from years previously, though the preconscious process heightens to the imaginary inference of intrusion. I read the name of the show as “Bryant’s Bandits” (typical redundant dream state phonetics like “Tony Karoni” from years ago).

I instinctually try to reinduce my dream with water reinduction as virtual melatonin mediation. I teleport to a big lake. The actor is seemingly filming a new episode of “Bryant’s Bandits,” which is about men on a submarine with him as the captain, though they are not criminals but military. He stands atop the submarine while his men stand on the shore. The sleep-wake mediation becomes preconsciously authoritative, so I let myself wake into another hot day.

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First DILD since a very long time, I have been listening to lucid dreaming audiobooks and doing reality checks for a few last days, truly the daily practice is the most important thing in lucid dreaming, and not a particular technique, especially considering that I was trying WILD's unsuccessfully for a few months without much day-light practice..

The dream was too personal to relate, but I'll just add that I slept listening to LaBerge's ETWLD, woke up at 4:00AM and went back to sleep at 5:30, during the dream I just realized that something was wrong in the scenario and became lucid, I used that opportunity to truly connect with someone, I really needed this, it felt so good.

Only recalled 2 dreams this week.


Dream 1

Was walking in a strange town and got home. I was with some nerdy guy who claimed to be Jamie's new boyfriend. He kept going on about her and had a book where he was writing her as a character. The guy was more weaselly and cringy than me. It's almost like she gravitated towards a replacement for me. He seemed friendly though. At some point we transitioned to my house and I sat down with him. I was leafing through his book to skip to the parts about Jamie. The "new boyfriend," then mentioned that Jamie suddenly had stopped talking to him for some time. I was like, "yeah... She does that."

Jamie then stormed into the house followed by Asuka and Data. She was glaring at me in anger and maybe a little hurt. Nonetheless in my mind it was years since I had seen her and I was overjoyed just to see her. I had a big smile which she probably took as something negative but I was just happy to see her. Asuka rushed Jamie into another room probably for some healing of the dark cloud that was over her and maybe a talk about why she's so upset (I still don't know why.).

suddenly Bill Hodges was in the house looking for something. The guy from ,"Mr. Mercedes." a show I've been watching on Amazon Prime. He was yapping about something but I don't know what. I kept making fun of his accent to the new guy and we gad a laugh over it. For some reason I started loudly saying, "How Dare you." making fun of Greta tunburg... honestly that's a bit of a meme now. I thought it best to give Jamie and asuka privacy in the house So I Invited the guy to go out to get some drinks and a Pub burger or something. He seemed to like the idea when I woke up.

Honestly, I miss the big dream hugs from Jamie.


Strange bugs

I went in my backyard for a smoke. I saw a bunch of giant hammerhead ants crawling around so I went inside and went out the front door. Some woman in the house said my dad had left a bunch of strange bugs around. I went out the front and encountered hundreds of tiny bugs where the heads of them were the head of my dog... WTF. They all jumped on my leg. Time to give up smoking.