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    1. 4 rooms

      by , 06-15-2019 at 07:09 AM
      4 rooms

      I am walking into a big messy house.
      I'm going up stairs.
      The first floor is messy
      with white paper sheets with strips cut into them
      like children do to make Jack-o-lanterns.

      There are 4 doors in the corner
      and I shout out to someone
      "there are 4 bedrooms.
      Then I hold up the 4 fingers of my right hand
      and shout again "There are 4 bedrooms"

      Now I'm thinking that to afford the rent on this house
      I'd have to move in with another woman.

      Then I'm seeing a neat, casually dressed in brown man.
      He's talking to the man letting the house.

      I'm thinking, "maybe he'll get the house, not me"

      Next I'm in a car on the passenger's side.

      Every time the female driver stops the care and gets out
      the car begins to roll forward.
      I grab the steering wheel and steer the car right
      so it bumps into a wall or pole and stops.

      This happens 3 or 4 times (end of dream)
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    2. Fake WILD, Real LD

      by , 06-15-2019 at 04:31 AM (What Will Lisez Today?)
      I am at High School (where's my RC?!) on the second-to-last day of school. Band class has just ended and it's time for me to say goodbye to my longtime Band teacher. I walk up to him and try to shake his hand but find that my shirt sleeve is long and thin and that my hand is unusually moist, causing it to stick within the sleeve and making it nearly impossible to get my hand out far enough. IRL my hands are infamously bone-dry. I eventually manage and apologize for taking so long, but he dismisses the apology as unnecessary. Then someone starts playing "Jack in the Box" by Thomas S. Allen (piece written in 1900 -- I've listened to it a few times IWL) on a nearby piano.

      I leave the classroom thinking that it's the end of the school day while simultaneously heading towards French class because that's the next class I would normally have if the day weren't ending there. The fact that this is a contradiction escapes me, but I do get to thinking about what class I'll actually end the year on and find that it is Psychology. This thought was probably responsible for what happened next.


      I suddenly wake up sometime in the middle of the night -- though I think it might have been as late as 6:00 AM according to a dream-clock. I had set an intention before falling asleep at all to wake up at some point so I could try to WILD, and this seems to be my opportunity. I reposition myself in bed so that I'm the most relaxed I can possibly be, close my eyes, and wait for the HI, sort of getting sidetracked into SSILD somewhere along the way. The HI arrives startlingly quickly -- and soon my eyes are forced open as an unknown force pushes me involuntarily out of my bed, causing me to cry out in surprise, and dumps me on the floor. I somehow remember to do a noseplug RC just in case -- and it works!

      Now at this point I was only low-level lucid, and that was the most lucid I ever got. The dream immediately seemed unstable, so I felt the covers of my bed for a minute and it stabilized. However, my vision was still weirdly blurry and unfocused, a common attribute of the FAs I have in general -- I wear glasses IWL, and my brain probably thinks "I'm not wearing my glasses yet, so of course my vision must be blurry." Fortunately, my glasses were sitting on a table by my bed just as they usually are, so I put them on and the blurriness mostly subsided. The problem was that there was some sort of "tactical overlay" on the left lens of the glasses, and I started to think that a spy agency wanted me to do something. Would I follow the dream-narrative again and lose lucidity?

      Fortunately not -- I began to wonder if I could put my finger through the palm of my other hand, as is commonly suggested, and smacked them together at full speed expecting the finger to go through. It did not. I focused intently on the fact that my hand was now incorporeal and tried again. It still didn't work, but now I had trouble seeing my hands as well. Because my lucidity was so low, I couldn't actually remember any of my dream goals; instead, I stupidly decided to use my limited awareness to indulge a desire I've been trying very hard IWL to manage -- namely, to feel what being a girl would feel like. The main thrust behind this desire, so far as I've been able to determine, is autoerotic in nature.

      I was inexplicably naked now, which made my "task" easy. I pointed at a "certain part" of my body (the one that was doing all of the thinking at the moment) and willed it to collapse inwards, which it surprisingly did, but in an extremely slow and unrealistic "inverting" manner, leaving behind a cylindrical hole as it did so. This proved to be my downfall; the end of it rubbed against the interior of the hole as it moved inwards, arousing me sufficiently that I awoke for real, still very much aroused, at about 7:00 AM.


      The induction method was truly strange, but at least I was lucid... though it seems I'll have to work on achieving higher-level lucidity and remembering my dream goals before I can do much with that.
    3. Log 1507 - Guide Department Store Brawl and Other Assorted Storiesh

      by , 06-15-2019 at 12:21 AM (Dream Logs DWN-12)
      bbCreated Friday 14 June 2019

      Lots of things today, though a number of dreams have been reduced to fragments.

      Spoiler for Got too much to say again...:

      Updated 06-15-2019 at 03:37 AM by 89930

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