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    1. Vertigo

      by , 11-17-2020 at 08:24 PM
      Faded into another dream this morning after a WBTB. It started with the sensation of motion; of moving forward. Ran around inside a building from an assailant. Exited through two doors to find the building was 30,000 feet in the air. I knew I was dreaming; yet, the feeling of being so high in the air and the gravity was enough to dissuade me from jumping out the building and attempting to fly. I knew that if I jumped, the feeling of falling would wake me up immediately. Kind of like Inception, no?
    2. 17 Nov: I am Trump's daughter, robbing a train and fascist underground world

      by , 11-17-2020 at 04:31 PM (Lucid-schizo-dreamer)
      non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid FA / AP

      Turns out I am a lost daughter of Trump. Because of that, I am spending some time with his lunatic family and entourage. He has gone full bananas and now wears some hippy tunics and is all "peace on earth". He says he learned from me how to become more like a human being and loving animals and so on. Tells me a story about some horses he saw being mistreated and how he felt compassion for them and suddenly became a better person, but as always, he is just inflating his ego even more with the fake notion he now has empathy. I later tell this story to my group of friends and we laugh and laugh of his lack of notion.
      He later brings me 3 pairs of used shoes he got second hand somewhere, thinks I might like them and wants to impress me with his low waste, humble attitude. I do like the shoes, but then he also says if I am going to be part of his family and get my part of his inheritance, I need to go through a makeover and become more fancy. I wonder what inheritance, as he is broke and full of debts. He says more hilarious things that I share with my friends again, but they are too busy to keep paying attention to what I say. They are trying to get us inside a studio where some children show with karaoke singing is being taped. Since they can't get us officially in, we break in and literally mingle with the kids that are dancing in front of camera. No one seems to notice or care and they just keep taping. Then one of my friends joins a group of kids singing the opening music on and she messes up. That's when they decide to kick us out but she complains they had the notes all wrong and isn't her fault. They start getting pissed. But what takes them over the top is when I acidentally spill ans ashtray full of ashes over the director's snacks that are on a table.

      I'm going back home and a neighbor and friend of mine is kicking out her boyfriend from her house, who happens to be the son of a Mayor or something, so he has a bunch of heavily armed bodyguards all the time around him. She not only is throwing out all his clothes and stuff, but the most hilarious is how she also throws away the security dudes out of the window as if they are pieces of trash.

      Some friend of mine, who works on trains, finds out a secret hideout where they keep money during commutes. It is a cabinet somehow embedded in a wall behind the door mechanism. It is only acessible when train stops and the doors open, and to access it, one has to hve very slender arms. He somehow convinces me to steal the money so I try and reach the money, but then notice a camera pointed at that spot. I then see a chance to access it from as opposite (much harder) position, where only my arm will be on camera. I retrieve the money, it is a very nice pile of 20€ bills, žut I put it back, because if we steal it now and they go check the secutiry footage, they'll see my face. I tell my friend we have to do it some other time, on a different train and schedule, so when the money goes missing, they don't eventually identify us when checking older videos.

      At some event, I don't know what it i,s but aome of my friends and old colleagues from school are there. At the end of it, Melania Trump grabs a mic and starts singing a Whitney Houston song with an angel voice. Everybody gets up in ovation and even those who dislike her comment how amazing it is that she had this hidden talent. But I don't buy it. I clap unenthusiastically and I am sure there is some guy hiding and playing a recording. She is a liar all the way, she can only be scamming us all to buy some admiration. But I fail to prove it. When leaving this party I get stranded from my friends and end up watching a kid playing a videogame. It is about a fantasy world and characters are a couple amphibian elf-like beings who live in undergroung caves. They live away from humans, in caves filled with water, but they enconter a small group of humans also inhabiting an underground world that can only be acessed through an underground river, so they are very much isolated from the world. I become one of those elvish beings and start living the story in their own skin. We encounter these humans when we reach a cave that is semi empty of water and has a stairway carved in the rocks where we spot some humans. We engage with each other. They welcome us to their world, they show us their caves. We ask if they ever go outside and they show us an access they have to a greenhouse on the surface, that is inside what looks like a zoo. The greenhouse is inside an enclosure where aupposedly should be animals but there are none. The place also seems abandoned so they go there to see sunlight and some outdoor greenery but they never venture outside, and they avoid being seen by outside humans, I don't know why.
      Then I start understanding they are some kind of fascist group with some weird flags that look very similar to nazi flags and I meet their leader and realize they are hiding because the rest of humanity thinks they went extinct and doesn't know of their existence and hideout. I feel very uncomfortable and tell my partner we should go.

      I go back to the outside world and Donald Trump won election after recount with about 6000 votes. I say it is not possible as he was losing by 5 million, but networks are all confirming it and I say in despair that I want to get out of this horror alternative universe.
    3. 4 Lucid Dreams

      by , 11-17-2020 at 03:04 PM (Inner World حلم Gamma Waves)
      I had 4 lucid dreams and one false awakening where I tried my best to wake up.
    4. How would I?

      by , 11-17-2020 at 12:18 AM
      new format
      excessive->laziest way

      I was thinking maybe a new format of DJing could be better. Categorizing them by a past/present/future or recall/lucidity/goal format. This way the past/recall part would be recalling dreams, the lucidity/present part would be the parts that analyzes times if I stayed present, and reasonings as to why I didn't get lucid sort of thing. And the Future/Goal would be the parts where I would put down dream goals I have or things I want to improve. I was thinking this might work better maybe.

      I'm doing it because I feel like I lack goals in lucid dreaming overall and this might help. I'll experiment a little and see how it goes.

      dream: I remember in some sort of office building and there were about 3-4 people there. I remembered more right when I woke up in the middle of the night but I didn't write it down.

      It's funny because my recall is worse the 2 days since I started writing more in detail. You could chalk it up to the less sleep from last night but I can't really go around blaming that. I suppose I'll try to go in more details about the dreams I had a few days ago just to get some exercise on that recall part of my brain.

      I remember being in a bedroom I haven't been in before. It was smal and dark and I was facing North? There was a small bed there, not sure if it's twin or single but I think ti was a twim size. It was dark since it was in the afternoon, a sort of sunset lit up through the tiny creaks from the dark brown curtains. I'm just looking forward. I look back at the door to the left and then I immediately feel a sort of wetness. I feel a hand rubbing some kind of oil or lubrication on me. It was like a massage or a prelude to a massage. It felt kind of nice and I wondered who was doing this. So I decided to look behind me and it was the grandma next door. Interesting.

      -I think I saw the next door grandma outside doing yard work few days ago. That might be the source of this dream.

      Dreams from a few days ago
      It was a young brother and sister duo. They were transported to another world. I forgot who I was but I saw through their eyes. The ground was made of dirt and there were some folks around dressed in sorto f clothing you find in fatansy stories in villages. It was In like an outskirt of the town without and buildings and whatnot. I wasn't sure why we were transported here but some of our belongings or keepsakes. Like little stuff or accessories we had gained some sort of unique magical abilities. People wanted it and they fought over it. With swords and spears. It was like medieval style dull steel armors and bits of leather, a rounded skullcap. We ran. We ran away and tried to find one of our belongings. Iforget what it was but it was something like an earring- an accessory of sorts. This particular artifact had the power to likely transport us back to our regular world and we wre looking for it.

      We entered a dark abandoned looking building. It was some sort of a hideout of this group. With an evil sorcerer as the leader who kept our artifact. He was an old man, with a bald head and wore some dark colored robe with some kind of staff. I can't remember exactly how the staff looked like but the bottom part was wood. He sent the soldier after us and we ran past them in the narrow corridors until we got to the sorcerer. I'm pretty sure there was some sort of magic going on. The sister cast some sort of magic that shook the people around us and we grabbed our artifact and we got back. I think it was maybe a stuffed rabbit. A keychain stuff rabbit.

      Oh I remember just now that, after they went back home, they were on some kind of a tour bus for field trip or something like that.

      A boy and a girl again. Third person? This took place inside a school. Looked like a middle school in Japan. The two were friends and I they were trying to decide on what club to take starting their freshman year. They left their homeroom and headed to their left, my right, east? To the ends of one side of the school. I think it was on the third floor and they ended up in a smaller classroom about the half the size of their homeroom. It was like a book club room. A sort of a manga club? But that was just a facade they put up. They were a secret martial arts occult training club and the boy... I should give them a name just so it's easier to type. The boy we'll call him Shou, and her Sakura. I'll give them Japanese names since it appears fitting for this location.

      So Shou was pretty excited about this and wanted to join. Maybe this was an occult club or something. I forget. But he was pretty stoked and ended up shooting like a energy blast from his hand after following the instructions in the texts disguised within the books. Now Sakura wasn't interested at all, and she wanted to leave. But Shou wanted her to try it out too and she was pressured into it. While His energy blast was some kind of yellow ball, the size of his fist, hers was a magnificent beam that was much more powerful. She was just a genius at this.

      A bunch of stuff happens. You know. Some evil group wanting to take over the world sort of thing. And she ended up saving the world. It was some great evil like a demon that led a group of followers that had similar powers.

      Anywho our club member and our protagonists end up saving the world. I remmber the ending scene was also a classroom. I think it was sort of cut in half so you could see the outside. But the last episode of this story took place in their homeroom I think. The world was saved, the end.

      Only time rewinds. Shou gets sent back in time. Or goes back in time? We're back at the beginning of the story, right before all this happens. They still go to the club, but this time he wanted to be the main hero instead, he just wasn't satisfied that Sakura and not he was the main source of power that saved the world. He tried harder this time. I recall a scene where he fought one of these energy users. Maybe we'll call them spirit users. The spirit user had a sort of book open and he floated. He was some sort of summoner or necromancer. This was in the middle of the city at a night time. I gues it wasn't the big city, but rather something closer to suburbs. Because Although there were tall glass business highrises, they were lit up at night with vibrant colors like the big city. He chased us through the city streets and to some small park I think.

      I think I just woke after that

      The next one was a story about a young boy in a small village. Much like tha fantasy setting before. But it was a much more brighter tone story kind of a world. A young village boy we'll call him... Bow. So Bow was a young village boy about the age of 9 or so. He was a sort of a troublemaker, running around and causing trouble for his grandpa. Most things in this town was made of wood. Infrastructures made of just huge pieces of whole lumber. I think they were like the outer walls of the village made to protect them or something. He'd climb up and run across those high spots and no one could catch him. I forget what but something happened. Something to his grandpa. It turns out though his grandpa was a hero that saved the world apparently. I think he found this out when he found some sorta old sword inside the house.

      Anyways now the great evil has come upon us again and it was up to him to save the world this time. Sort of foggy memory from here.

      I was on some sort of an adventure. I summoned a familiar or something like that and she formed a contract with me. We knew each other in the beginning of the dream apparently but I'm still recalling them. She had glistening smooth white hair and pair of tiny jetblack horns out of the top of her head slightly above her temples. A striking beauty, beyond the measure of mere mortals carrying the kindest loving eyes that warmed your heart. 4 Jet black wings? or something like that. And she said with this, now we can be together forever!


      Didn't get lucid. Because I decided to get back to sleep after I awoke once. I wanted more sleep really, not much else. I could blame the fact that I only got like 40 minutes of sleep yesterday, but I can only blame myself really. I wasn't even that tired and it was due to my own laziness that I didn't have good recall, nor lucidity. Maybe that's getting lucid in a nutshell; The always striving to break out of auto-pilot. Staying aware, and not getting lazy.


      My feelings tell me that maybe very detailed Djs everyday might be excessive. Should I just convert it into detailed Djs only weekly? Like short stuff daily. With Weekly review of the most exciting dreams in more detail. Or monthly? Or maybe even just jotting daily, and doing the detailed DJ only once weekly? I feel like maybe that's a good idea. Either way I'll still stick with daily DJ until the 23rd.

      My Goal is to do it all in the most fun and effortless way. The best way to do it should be the most effortless and lazy way right? Because planning for the long term, anything too excessive or too much effort can't last forever. Sure, they might make you get better in the short term, but what if you stop because you don't have the time to practice them anymore? The most fun and lazy way and effective way , because then even with time constraints, you'd be able to do it masterfully.

      The question is not "how do I do it?" or "how can I do it?" Instead, "how would I do it?"

      Because the first question implies I'm asking for something unknown. Like asking someone else how to do something. But the second implies that it's something that's a part of me. Because if I "would" do something, I'd do it slightly different from others. My "own" optimal way, not the way someone else does it. And while it might be very similar indeed in external appearances, yet it feels and differs ever so differently from my own perspective.

      And that may be the difference between wanting and being. Wanting implying that which you don't have, while being would mean you doing it your own best way that is in true resonance with who you are.

      So go imagine what that's like.