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Two nights ago I had three dreams. I think the first dream I had was I was in some kind of store. I was looking at something (don't remember what but it was on those kind of store racks which can be spinned (like the ones you might found sunglasses, or gift cards). Two "kids" (Teens) -one was a boy and one was a a girl and I think they're wearing sunglasses with blue frames. We talked I can't remember about once, and I'm not sure what happened next but it had to do with a watch and the store's glass window got broken. All I remember is that I ended up going through the glass window, and I do remember I was in kind of a human ball while doing it. I don't think I stole a watch, but maybe I was chasing after the two kids who were?.

This dream was pretty short due to the fact I had to get up to go to the bathroom. I was a new kid in the classroom and I was talking at front about where I came,etc. And I took myself and nothing else happened (I don't remember what the teacher said or anything) due to having to wake-up for bathroom use

Last dream:
I was in a school again and they're serving hot breakfast in one of the other classrooms. When I got there (and the classroom was kind of set up like a resturuant) and I got the breakfast and it was little pancakes and huge sausages on the plate. End of dream

Spoiler upahead!

Last week I had a dream.. I don't remember all of it. But I remember in the dream, I was waking up kind of fuzzy or blurry? All I know is I could only see the outline of people around me and could hear their voices. And they're mostly men and not just any men but superheroes from Phrase 1-3 of MCU. Oh and I should mention they were "Suited up" as well so that basically was what I was seeing an outline of. But because of whom was there I could also tell I went back in time as well. But then the next part of the dream, I was in some kind of "Tony Stark Villa" (even though as I hinted, Tony is

Spoiler for spoiler Avengers:Endgame:

still alive

in my dream). The villa was kind of in the the style (but just a lot bigger and with a lot more rooms I mean when you had to fit ALL of the Avengers into it) of the "Fisher Price Original Little People A-Frame" House". Anyway, I don't know what was in the room, but I'm looking out the slidding-doors (which is what gave me the content of the A-Frame House) and the villa (or at least the part I'm in) is on a hill and it appears to be spring time (mid-spring maybe) and like not too far away from where I'm looking out and there's a sign on the hill which says something like "pregnancy ward" or something. I believe I cross the room (in the opposite direction to the sliding doors) and opened up the room's door which goes into the rest of the building. I'm not sure whom opened first, but I'm ending up staring at another Avenger (the only woman Avenger I seen in y dream) and It's Wanda (aka Scarlet Witch) across the hall.

dreams end

the A-Frame house looks like this:

non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid FA / AP

Watching a James Bond movie with Daniel Craig and feeling excited because it feels so real. I am wondering why these Bond movies feel so relatable and then realize it's how we immerse with the characters and become part of it. And I literally do and start hovering over a character who is friend of James. James is contacted by a dude and this character/me joins him on the street to meet such dude. The dude tells him "walk with me" and as they both walk a few steps ahead of me, I listen to their conversation. So the dude talks about the development of some kind of paper that can be stretched infinitely. He takes James to a bar and they sit on the counter. I sit by their side. He hands him a small pamphlet and tells James how to expand it. Just like a window on a tablet, James pulls the corners outwards to enlarge it and becomes a full A3 paper. It's a neat trick but why is this so top secret dangerous? Then he says we have to go for a walk again. Meanwhile the lady bartender flirts with James and he flirts back, but does not intend to pursue a romance with her. Yet she says she'll call him. He is like "How?" and recalls he handed a business card to the other guy and maybe got distracted for a second and she reached out and took another one for herself.
Anyway, once outside I get detached from the character I was immersed in and become my own self and a friend of said character. We again walk behind James and the other dude and we listen to them talking. So the dude says the big deal is that they managed to reproduce and apply that same technology to virtually anything besides paper. So imagine unlimited food and unlimited oil. Anything physical can be replicated and grown indefinitely from one sample or specimen. Then we start to see why he is in danger and why this is so dangerous. They cross the street and head for the entrance of some high security property and we lose them cause they don't wait for us and the sliding door shut behind them and the stone walls around are high as fuck.

non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid FA / AP


I am in a small dark room, white walls, old furniture. There is a table and two chairs and Riverstone is sitting behind the table, against the wall, with his head pending down and acting bizarre. I am lucid and try to figure if he is real or a shady DC. I say something but he is unresponsive. I tell him I know he is not real, so I am going to play with him a little bit. He then reacts, but I still can tell he is not really Riverstone and I actually feel he is becoming threatening to me. So I shrink him to the size of a bug and pick him from the floor. Now he is putting on a fight. I put him on the table and tell him it will be fine, I'll bring him back to normal size, but as I do it, he turns into a black snake and I stop resizing him, because I don't wanna face a giant black snake.
I turn away to the door and just leave. At the next room I see my dog Hachi, but also Bernardo and some other stranger dog. Hachi is happy to see me, but then the other two start fighting in the background and instead of him defending Bernardo, he joins in attacking him. I scream in horror, but then tell myself it is just a nightmare and turn away. I plunge into the wall, I wander through darkness for a while and then come out at another dark room, very much the style of the previous two. I hear noise outside the door and open it. Looks like a cprridor of some vintage looking hostel. Some kid from another room to my left is also peaking out, sleepy. Tells me something as if I am supposed to know what he is talking about. I go to the lobby and from there goes a stairway to a living room in the basement, which is full of youngsters having fun, just like som hostel I stayed in Japan once. I am not interested, so I choose to go out to the street. There is a street market, which reminds me somewhere I have been in Germany. I recognize the memory, love reliving the details. Then hear some guys talking about getting laid and whose lady from the hostel tourists they are going to bang. They spot me and start acting menacing, like they are considering to rape me, so I try to get away from them by climbing a rope that is hanging with clothes from the top of a passageway over the street, and I run up a hill. End up in another strange house, that looks abandoned, almost like a windmill, but it is inhabited by 3 girls. One looks like Natalie Portman. They are nice and invite me in. They are having like a slumber party, all lounging over a bed and sharing chocolates while talking about this and that. They offer me chocolate, I say no and they find strange. So then I go on and on explaining my aversion to choclate since I was little.

This dream felt more real than the other fake lucids - although it still wasn’t real, I feel like my subconscious sparked for a second as I was about to turn lucid. It started with me sitting or laying down on a couch, I can’t remember - then I counted my fingers and I saw 6, 7, or 8 (can’t remember again, lol,)
But when I counted my fingers, like I said, I felt like I almost became lucid, though I didn’t, so I will continue to try.

Jamie dreams

Think I had 3. all short flashes. First was she was feeling bad about last weeks dream I had, Felt apologetic. Second she is reading a message I sent to her, and she is thinking and remembering things I was thinking about, as if we both felt the same about each situation??? 3rd dream was her showing concern. I had right shoulder pain last night. I made the mistake of web md'ing it last night and it set me on a huge panic spree. But it went away. In any case I'll be checking in with my doctor soon. but maybe that's what Jamie was sensing.

Dad

I was driving my yellow Neon. And my dad wanted to make use of it. I found that annoying.

This started out when i found a small ferret outside a store like it was a discount rack. It was in a plastic bag. I also found two baby skunks. I figured they would be thirsty but then the ferret's bag was half full of water and had a goldfish in it. I realized it must be a dream and did an RC by trying to levitate. Sure enough I floated up and became highly lucid.
Later on in the dream I ran into a DC of my mom and she was driving a van. I went for a ride with her. I told her that this is a dream and we could actually fly the van to where ever she was going. It worked well and I created imagery from 3rd person of the van floating off the ground and go flying. Then back in 1st person I was flying the van from inside of it. We had a scene change and were on the ground in a park. She mentioned that the van was gone. I assured her that no problem existed and just pretended the van was still there and was about to levitate us knowing the van would just reappear if I refused to acknowledge the lack of the van.
The DC who was now my wife said she refused to go flying in an imaginary van as it was too silly. I asked her what she wanted to do and she said "summon us each a Tomcat Jet Fighter and we can race them." I decided to use basic summoning (aid from a plot element) rather than try to instantly create that much detailed imagery. She asks where they are and I say "here they come, see the com trails," knowing there would be com trails and I could then slowly develop the imagery as they landed. Sure enough I look up and there are 2 com trails but I am floored, as my brain created a vivid space scene with stars and such and a line of 3 giant satellites bigger in image than low flying blimps. "Right there behind those satellites," I say surprised. the trails get close and when in view it is some sci-fi double engine passenger jet/hover craft with fun exciting detail and apparently a whole flight crew. I decide not to fight this and just say, "this is better than Tomcats as we can land it anywhere." We go to get on and the flight crew leads us up a boarding platform and wants to ask us Covid-19 related screening questions and discusses if we still need everyone to ware masks. they ask me to take a pill that will prevent spread of Covid. I feel like forcing the dream forward but am working on o trying to control every aspect of my dreams, so I just let the scene play out. We went up on a observation deck made out of metal mesh.
That was the end of the sequence.

5th July 2021

Fragment:

I'm looking at my profile on one of the art sites? I notice I have an unread PM and click to check it. It's from a site moderator I think and I check to see if it really is one, by looking for a certain symbol or something? The message reads at first something like "Dear user, as it is so rare to come across individuals like yourself", going on for a short bit and then asking further down if I'd like to become a moderator, myself.

There's still some kind of special application process and scrolling through the, actually somewhat long, message, I see some red hyperlink buttons with white text. They have something to do with answering some questions for the application. At the start of these is also a green one and I perceive green as bad? The green one is for saying that you're not interested in this or something.

I think about this and consider the responsibilities, the kind of things I might have to deal with, potentially unpleasant. And also the fact that it's not a paid role or position, it's voluntary even with the application and so on. Despite all this I still consider applying. Rest of recall faded.

Fragment:

In a game world of some kind, with H. It feels like DOOM, Quake or UT. The zone feels a bit void of anything at all, very empty. There's an orange-purple atmospheric effect? The only things that seem to exist around here are some kind of simple and white geometric structures that we walk across. I do some jumping tricks and get up on top of what is supposed to be like a small building. There's a "BFG 9000" here on the flat rooftop, it's a secret pick-up. This BFG has a unique design and is really quite big, as I pick it up I visually note that H gets it too.

The weapon's design is chunky at the start, then it becomes tri-pronged kind of and extends almost two yards in front. These bits sticking out are like electro-magnetic rails and they are a silvery metal but with a light blue electric glow. The rest of the design is primarily green, the green tone I associate with DOOM.

Anyway, then a boss or elite enemy appears or something. I consider whether or not we should use our new BFGs on it and end up deciding not and that we should just use regular rocket launchers to fight it. I think about the fact that the BFG has very limited ammo and sooner or later we'll end up firing at the same time anyway in combat situations, effectively wasting shots.

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Notes:
- On waking and trying to draw the weapon in its most basic form I realised I couldn't imagine what the grip for it could be like. I then realised I've never really paid attention to this detail on BFG designs.

- The first dream may relate to how I have sometimes done things freely for others because I felt that it was important enough to do as a voluntary thing. The issue has often been for me that I have not been either rewarded nor recognised for it and not even getting some recognition for helping makes it feel like I've been used for my eagerness, ultimately making me feel naive and cynical about such things.

Notes: I’ve been in the Swedish mountains for a week walking with some cousins. Had some pleasant dreams during the time.

Dream— I’m walking in the woods and become semi-lucid. I start to fly up a hill and try to understand how the dream is able to generate new landscape as I fly over the hill. I focus on how rocks and flowers move past me and feel blessed to be able to feel calm and enjoy nature.

Dream — I’m walking in the mountains and summon water balls that travel forward without gravity affecting them. As they move forward they increase in size so that they always appear to be the same size for me. When they hit a mountain I realize how big they have become as they splash and create a big water explosion on the mountain. An old man appears and he asks what powers I have. I shoot six water balls against the mountains and wait until they collide. The old man becomes very impressed with the power of the water and asks if I can summon tornadoes. I try to but does not succeed. He shows me a special grip with his hands and creates some kind of circle with his hands. As he blows through the circle white clouds begin to create a mini tornado. I do the same and succeed this time. A big tornado sweeps over the landscape and hits a house but the house is strong enough to withstand the tornado. I’m in the city and see some people in my age that talk about school and I think about how I don’t need to do school because I’m a superhero. Someone needs help and there is a teleporter next to me but I decide to fly instead. I fly over some waters and my flying is really fast but I can’t fully control it. An old man on an island awaits me but he doesn’t need any help. He talks about a rabbit and a carrot. I leave and I’m suddenly in an apartment with two girls. The are about to leave but I ask if they can stay for some more time.

New dream — I’m by the big road leading in to town and there is a class writing an exam there. I feel happy because I have already completed that exam. I am about to do a side flip because I feel happy but remember that they have an exam and slow down which makes it so that my side flip fails. I am about to fall into the water but I am able to grab the edge and try to go up again. It takes a lot of effort and I can’t do it.

New dream — I’m the leader of a freak gang. I ask a man with a face like the joker’s why he dresses like that and he intimidates me. I try to stay tough but he scares me. The punk girl and I have some kind of romantic relationship but when I leave the room I see her naked jumping on another man in the room. I leave the room feeling a bit hurt. I enter a new room and a normal boy about 13 years old greet me.

New dream — A girl with character in my age invites her family over to my house 09.30 the next day. I forget it and go for a walk. The next day the family is angry with me because I forgot to tell my family and didn’t even show up. My parents are there but they don’t have emotions. The mom of the other family takes the responsibility to tell me how I need to take more responsibility and that I need to do better. She has some kind of kindness towards me too. The girl and I have a relationship and I am attracted to her. She invites me to a party and I accept. Some blonde guys in nice suits in my age are riding motorbikes and ask me if I want to ride with them.

New dream — Eni and I play football on a small grass field and he wins. I feel bad because I’m so bad at football.

New dream — Mom and I are hiding in a bush and it’s dark outside. Some gangsters walk past us and drop some plastic blue, yellow and red coins. Mom picks them up.

Notes: We walked a whole day in the forest with lots of mosquitos and put up our camps 01.00 am. Everyone was tired and felt bad. I had a lot of worried dreams which made it hard to sleep. They were about walking tired and a lot of mosquitos.

I am in Dream-Prague with Saimi, showing her some parts of the city I like. She and I have both just recently arrived there, although it seems as if we’re here for entirely different reasons, and the visits just happened to coincide. We seem to be in the northwest region of the city.

The place I’m showing her now is one that not many people know about, a neighborhood of winding streets on a hill, neat rows of houses on either side of the streets – a quiet, peaceful place. The houses are covered with what look like enormous cobwebs, large enough to completely cover most of the roofs. I tell Saimi that in the early morning, when it’s misty, they shine like silver.

We then head down to the tram stop together. This, unlike the webbed streets, is a location that’s familiar to me from a previous iteration of Dream-Prague, although it doesn’t correspond to any waking-life location. On that occasion, the whole area had a much rougher vibe and was also undergoing construction. Perhaps with this in mind, I pull out my cell phone to show Saimi a couple pictures of how it used to look.

I input the password first, which isn’t my waking-life password. This one is also six digits long, and the numbers signify a personally important date – there’s a charged quality to the memories the date pulls along with it. The date is December 22, I think (although I can’t remember the year now, or precisely what the date’s significance was). When I find the pictures, I notice strings of triangular orange flags in some of them, which tells me that I must have taken them during the protests.

The wait at the tram stop is rather long (justified in-dream, I think, by it being a weekend). There’s a whole little scene here with a man who’s decided to teach his dog another song (it already knows two). It’s a large dog, but friendly: it puts its paws on me, almost knocking me over. The song he’s chosen is one of those old, popular ones most people know: it has kind of a jazz standard feel to it, lots of seventh chords and a melancholy tone. The lyrics are in German. I don’t remember what all of them are, though, and nobody there seems to know them all offhand, so I get my phone back out to look them up. While I do, a man in a red shirt sings a version of them in English – although I have the impression he only remembers about half of them and is making the rest up as he goes, and he also starts at the chorus for some reason.

Once the tram arrives, I get my ticket punched – I just have a one-use one since I haven’t been here long. The tram heads straight east, neither turning or changing height so that, as the ground level falls, we’re positioned high enough to see most of the city from above. I look out over it. I’m glad to be back here, and I’m already looking forward to walking around all these places again.

Eventually, the landscape changes. We now seem to be going through a park, which is also familiar to me. I’m puzzled at first – I don’t remember the tram going here. But I do remember seeing the tracks back when I worked in this place, and so it does make sense that it would go here.

The plot seems to have changed now, with the dream partly drawing on memories of the old wildlife hospital, a different time and place. I still used to work here, although in the dream, it seems to be mostly a long-time crew instead of short-term volunteers. It seems as if this iteration also suffers from financial issues and is staffed at about half the level it should be to run it properly. This is currently relevant since the people on the tram are now coming to work here as well, which brings it about to where it should be – in fact, it seems as if I’m taking them here for that purpose.

As we walk through the park, I lead the way. I find everybody together out back behind a building, where they're seated in rows on the ground. As I walk between the rows, I happen to glance down at my own legs and notice I’m wearing brown leather sandals and khaki pants that are cut off at the knee. Not far off is the man who’s in charge of this place, who’s grateful to have so many people coming. There’s a sense that there was once some kind of past tension between us that was wrapped up in why I left, and he’d since come to recognize was his fault. But that all seems to be over now.

There’s conversation now, and something about a ceremony that’s going to take place soon, where Rae, NC and KD’s daughter, will break a staff in two and then remake it.

3.7.21

Metapsychology
I am in some sort of doctor's office. There are multiple patients. Some seem to be suffering from some form of psychosis or schizophrenia, others I am not sure about. There is a doctor there, male and of older age, and he needs my assistance to perform a sort of metapsychological technique to help or cure them of their disease, though he does not explicitly label it as such.

He puts me and the patients into a sort of dream state. In this state, we sort of float about in the room in a sort of OBE. He communicates with me by just talking into the room. The patients are invisible to me and him, so he just gives them instructions. He systematically cures their fears by putting them in such a fearful situation and then making them simply float out and show them that their fears can't hurt them. At one point, I somehow follow a patient exactly in their movements, and we fall into something like a golden vase. This time, the patient can't really do it, so the doctor panics a little but I somehow grab the patient and we float out, and I tell the doctor, who is relieved. Later it is shown that the doctor used something like game discs to activate the fear scenarios, which are on illuminated pedestals. Next up is a deep ocean scenario, which I try to delay because I have thallassophobia.

Disappointing lucid
After shortly waking up, I find myself in a dream. I am at home and wonder what happened in the last few hours. I remember the previous dream and wonder if that could've really happened, so I do a nose plug RC. I was surprised to see that I could breathe through my plugged nose, but, because I forgot to stabilize the dream, as I was thinking of what to do now, the dream collapsed and I woke up.

3rd July 2021

Fragment:

(long dreams, recall was good at first, but didn't make enough of an effort to start noting them down)

Some kind of RPG shooter, maybe a mix of Borderlands and something else, in which I'm helping two other people with a boss. I change to the highest difficulty and also to my best character, on the fly. I become aware that the gear drops will now possibly come with requirements the other players I'm helping won't be able to meet, but I consider that it really shouldn't matter in the long run and should actually be beneficial. It's a small and kind of dark room, can't remember much else about the location.

(recall faded too much) I'm in a dropship of some kind and I'm next to a tank-like vehicle. We're dropping into a small combat zone, feels like some kind of last-effort push kind of thing? The tank feels like the DRG 'dozer in terms of shape, but bigger, wider. More like a SC Fatboy, but smaller in overall scale.

Some bit later in a sea rig, also with the dropship or the tank, some family there too?

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4th July 2021

Fragment:

Some bit about WoW. At first I'm playing a warrior and I have a huge two-handed weapon, looks very much like Sul'Thraze, but although my character isn't one, the attack animations are that of a troll character.

It's an unfamiliar and novel area, completely original to the dream as far as I can recall. There's some bit later on, taking place on a small natural incline, grassy and a bit rocky. The colours are all very muted and towards purple hues all the way throughout, there are a few stone ruins. At this last point I'm playing an underleveled warlock and trying to help in a high level group fight.

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Notes:
- Before bed on the first night, I read the Dreamgates parts in the centre of the book about creativity and read the exercise there again too also while in bed.
-- I have really enjoyed this part so far and it has been motivating to read and re-read it, especially since I feel I've been accomplishing so little lately.

- The WoW dream was mostly residue of actual feelings while playing the game, but the troll thing felt a bit different, perhaps because WoW trolls have this tribal aspect associated to them and because of Dreamgates making me think about Shaman-related things

- Not sure if I've ever had a dream take place in a sea rig before, but possibly.

2nd July 2021

Fragment:

In Outland. Some alternate version of Helfire I've dreamed of before, years ago I think. It's a mix of Netherstorm in terms of landscape features but looks like Helfire. Something about me trying to get to level seventy but I find out that eighty is actually the maximum level, through seeing other players I think.

There's a back-and-forth mix of D3 and WoW. I'm both trying to create a level twenty or so questline involving dragons, for the zone I'm in, I think; but also trying to work on an art project about an erotica comic in a M/M theme.

(recall started fading at this point) At one point, I'm working on this comic project and alt-tabbing between games and drawings for reference and then H comes in to this odd office room I'm in and starts talking to me. The room is very wooden? A dark-ish stain, probably? H is kind of having a go at me for "not doing much". I feel annoyed and partly insulted, since I try as much as I can. Constant interruptions occur (not just or only from H but something else) while I'm trying to work on this questline thing.

The dream eventually deviates into some other bit in a town.

(recall gap)

I'm in a subway starting at my home town and I'm sort of composing a train run schedule that will go from a yellow line to the blue line? Stations seem dark and unfamiliar, not to mention cramped, they seem more like my vague memory of the London underground and some other generic subways I've seen.

I'm alone in this train with the conductor, I'm just in the passenger area at first looking at the maps. Then I knock on the door to the cabin or something and I tell him about what I'll be doing. I can see through the front glass that we are arriving at a station full of people, mostly university students or something, people in school uniforms. I tell the conductor that we can't stop here for now because "that's too many gamers" and that I'll add this station later on into the schedule.

And I think about how they'd probably end up giving this new route I'm making a very bad reputation and causes issues later on. So I think to myself that they'll just have to catch a different train for now.

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Notes:
- Feels like it's been a while since a proper subway dream, though I suppose I have had a few not that long ago, that come to mind.
-- As always this should be enough of a cue to question reality, but it never seems to be enough, nothing seems to be enough.

- Again, dragons. Dragons are rarely the central topic in my dreams. This time they weren't the focus of eroticism but seems there was still a loose link since I was working on both their questline and the erotic comic.
-- This thematic could relate both to my difficulty in sticking to a single project and to the fact that I always want to do really involved things. Doing either a comic or a full questline are projects that require a lot of time and attention. Relating to the difficulty in sticking to a project, I often lose track of myself and my attention to things when things start feeling long.

- Unusually, the train was symbolically under my control though indirect influence of its compliant conductor, maybe a metaphor about navigation, guidance or inability to lead action directly.
-- Relating to this, I have found that I am much calmer and more able to work effectively if I'm not directly in charge of something. If I am in advisory or assisting role, I tend to be able to remain emotionally detached for better results. Thinking further about this, ironically this is not the case when it comes to doing artwork for others, since that's still primarily based on my own ability to lead artistically (since I'm not being asked to emulate another artists' style).

- When in the dream H has a go at me, I think this is actually a metaphor for me having a go at myself. I do sometimes think I'm not trying as hard as I could be. I often think about how it feels like I'm not leading myself anywhere but also about how it feels so hard without anyone guiding me.
-- The irony to me feels like even under guidance I still feel like I'm not getting guidance, which makes me feel like it's a problem relating to myself only and not to others and their interactions with me.

The guiding lights
25/06/20
Lucid# 5 - DILD

I’m walking along a large, open courtyard surrounded by grass. There are people all around and walking past me. I then notice a woman who catches my eye. I’m not sure if it’s her that makes me become lucid but the next thing I remember I’m aware I’m dreaming.
Things feel a little unstable though and I worry I will wake up so I decide to take it slow and look around to make sure it really is a dream.

The scene has turned to night now and I’m on the grass. I look left and right and admire the detail and realism of the grass. I then see small lights dotted in two lines in front of me like a runway. It’s clear I am to follow them and I start moving towards them. Things feel eerily quiet now, all the people have disappeared and once again I feel that sensation that something powerful is present and guiding me. I look to the dark sky and yell “Unconsciousness?!” Playing with the idea that he is behind this. He doesn’t respond and the dream begins to fade, fade, fade and goes grey. “Damn I’ve lost it” I think to myself and expect to wake up but I don’t… (To be continued)

Waking Notes:

Stability: Low
Control: Low
Clarity: Medium
Awareness: Medium
Length: Low

Trigger: Spontaneous
Reality check: None
Length: 1 minute (approx.)
Goals: none
Techniques: WBTB
Time: 6 - 7am
Lucid count: 5

Meeting with the dream guide
25/06/20
Lucid #6 - DEILD/ WILD

Everything goes black and I’m left consciously aware in a dark void. I know I’m still asleep and begin to hear a strange electronic sound? “zwoo, zwoo, zwoo” it goes in iterations like a muffled, vibrating machine. I feel like it’s the sound of my mind buffering and even see a swirling circle in the distance like a Mac loading symbol. There is a moment of fear as I wonder if I’m trapped here but I remain calm and know a dream is coming. Sure enough I begin to feel that rushing sensation I felt last time. “Here we go!” I tell myself with excitement. I then feel my consciousness sucked downwards, really fast like I’m been pulled into a black hole and I hear a loud, screeching sound as if I’m a jet flying. “Whooooa!” I yell but not in fear but in exhilaration at the sensation. I then see ghost like shapes forming and swirling in front of me and know the dream is about to form.

I start to picture where I want to go and what I want to do. I remember I wanted to fly through the clouds like the birds I saw last night. I wonder if I could embody a bird as well but then consider that may be too advanced. I begin to see the clouds forming below me with a pink, sunset light. I reach out and try to imagine what the clouds would feel like to make it solidify. I think it’s working but then things become fuzzy and instead of flying through the clouds I appear in an old wooden house that seems devoid of furniture. I have a body again and have entered a dream.

I move through the empty room and come out on top of some old creaky wooden stairs. I remember I was trying to speak to my unconsciousness in my last dream and look up for the sky but of course there is no sky only the ceiling. I see a window to the right and know I need to get outside and talk to the sky like I had done before. I may not have much time so I hurry down the stairs hoping to find a way out of the house. the room below is similar, the walls are wooden and the room looks abandoned and decaying.

I’m then distracted as I remember one of my dream goals. To speak to a dream guide. I turn to the wall and say to myself with great excitement, “When I turn around I will see my dream guide” I say this twice and hope it works. I’m a little nervous to turn around though and hope I haven’t manifested something scary. I turn around and to my delight a man is stood there smiling at the other end of the room. It worked! I try to focus and wonder if he looks like the wise old master I pictured he would. He doesn’t, not at all. He is a 30 something year old man with a hard face and a shaved head. He is wearing a white vest and jeans and looks a bit like a thug. “You!?” I say now feeling like I recognise the man from an earlier dream. “Yeah” he says with an accent, possibly Brooklyn? I walk up to him in disbelief and I’m a little disappointed and wonder if this is just a random dream character super imposed as a guide. I ask him anyway what I wanted to ask “How do I get better at lucid dreaming?” He smiles and looks away with a shake of his head as if he gets asked that all the time and it’s a pointless question. “Look, you don’t need to ring that bell anymore” he says in his pally yet gruff, tough guy voice. I don’t know quite what he means but take it as he’s saying I don’t need to ask anymore as I already know the answer.

We walk together into another room to the left. It has the same decaying interior and wooden walls but some furniture is scattered about and a fire place is at the front of the room and a window to my left. “What do you mean?” I ask him again. He shrugs and can’t seem to find a way to explain it to me. “I don’t know, you just don’t need to do that anymore” he says just as vague. “Yes but what do you mean?” I ask hoping he will be clearer, he just smiles.

I then register there is loud music playing in the room and other people are around me. I look to my right and see two people dancing in a silly way. One is on a unicycle and has a big umbrella and a top hat. “Don’t look at them, they’re trying to distract you” the guide says. I quickly turn back to him thinking the dream is trying to snap me out of lucidity. I remember my mission and now crouch down and grab a small wooden stool and place it in front of me and begin to feel the smooth polished top. I knod at the guide as if saying “I got ya” and know I have to keep interacting with the dream physically for it to stay stable.

Im ready to listen to him again and notice another man has joined us as well. Another guide perhaps? I can’t remember getting a good look at him. They’re both here to advise me but I’m distracted and start feeling a thick carpet below me. I rub my hand through it and can feel every thick clump of carpet rub against my fingers. It’s all so real but I notice there is some sort of frame disrupting my vision slightly. I think it may be my glasses and so I take them off. It was glasses and I hold my pair in my hand. Everything is now even clearer and I admire how real it all is. It feels so stable as well as if I could stay here for hours.

I then remember I wanted to try dream food and decide to manifest something. I close my hand and look away, I shut my eyes and say “when I look back at my hand I will see a piece of cheese”. I open my eyes but now my vision has blurred as if there’s mud in my eyes. I realise it’s because I shut my eyes and feel stupid now for doing so. I look at my hand and there’s no cheese either! I look away again and repeat the same but keep my eyes open this time. I look back and there’s still no cheese. My dream guides look at each other and snigger as if saying “Newbie!” The dream then fades and ends.

I awake again in darkness and wonder if another dream is coming. I can hear the electronic noise again in my ears, “zwoo, zwoo, zwoo” and think I must be dreaming still. I try to move my fingers to find out if I’m awake and I manage to move them and now open my eyes. I appear to be awake in bed but I can still hear the noise? I wonder if this is a realistic false awakening but then I realise the noise is coming from my bedside fan and as I focus on the sound it fades into a regular fan whirling sound. I am awake.

Analysis:
wowza! So a DILD and a DEILD! I think the first lucid may have been spontaneous but was rather short. Those lights were interesting. They were similar to the arrow I once saw in another Lucid but this time I followed it. Again I played with the idea that my unconsciousness was there and leading me somewhere.

When the dream faded I thought I’d blown it but then came the void. That was maybe the most interesting part. As it turned out the weird noise I was hearing was just the fan by the side of my bed but at the time it felt like I was hearing some noise from deep within my mind. Of course it wasn’t but it helped me stay aware as an anchor and lead me into a seamless DEILD. Once again I was sucked into the dream. It’s a strange sensation as if been pulled at light speed into another dimension. I then stayed completely aware and tried to form a dream of my choice. I was watching a flock of birds fly over my house before bed and came up with the idea of embodying a bird and flying through the clouds so I tried to make that happen and I feel I was close but then it all changed and I was in that random wooden house. I can remember the space so well as if it is a real location I have visited.

I was happy to remember to ask for a dream guide and it worked, I got one! He wasn’t at all what I was expecting but it was fun and surreal to meet him. I recognised him and was sure he was in a previous dream earlier on in the night that I don’t remember now. He seemed so real and had a personality but like all dream characters was vague and spoke in riddles as well. “You don’t have to ring that bell anymore” I didn’t understand this at the time but it seemed like a figure of speech. I think he was trying to tell me you don’t need to know how to get better at lucid dreaming, you know how, you’re doing it! I guess it was quite encouraging and the answer I needed upon waking.

Then there was that moment with the distracting dancers. He told me not to look at them. He was giving me real advice and it was as if he knew this dream world well and was helping me. It Was very surreal. The moment I took my glasses off was amazing as well. The clarity and vividness was unbelievable! Then I ruined it by trying the food thing and shutting my eyes! That was the moment I killed the dream and it all disappeared quickly after that. It Was a shame and I’m yet to try dream food! What a great experience though. I really need to master these DEILDs.

Waking Notes:

Stability: High
Control: Medium
Clarity: High
Awareness: High
Length: Medium

Trigger: Dream exit
Reality check: None
Length: 3-5 minutes (approx.)
Goals: Summon a dream guide
Techniques: DEILD, Sound Anchor
Time: 6 - 7:30am
Lucid count: 6

Dream From Oct 12 '14:
Despite not entering a comp, or even knowing what the comp is, i have won a CD from Rhema Newcastle.
Although i can or am due to collect the prize from the station, the CD seems to be in the right leg pocket of my cargo shorts already.
That's before or after i see the CD my hands.
It looks like the Killing Heidi ep cover, which is blue.
And, i see that im in Adamstown Heights along the Pacific Highway, because Ocean View Street is to my left, during the day (?)
Next, and daytime.
Am at the Nioke Place and Madison Drive intersection, there in Adamstown Heights.
Im on the south side of that intersection, being at Nioke Place.
Im standing on the corner of Nioke, looking at the road of the Pacific Highway, with Nioke to my right.
Im standing on that corner, ready to cross the road, over to Madison Drive.
In the path or kerb where i am, there is a dip, to use for a traffic light pedestrian crossing.
To my left, is the pole and button, to press, for pedestrians to use the crossing.
There are people over on the north side, at the Madison Drive corner, so i don't press the button to cross.
As for the Pacific Highway, there are two Newcastle bound lanes, of cars.
The cars have stopped at the traffic light, which i see on the west side, and are Newcastle bound.
One lead car, is a white sedan, which i see the driver side of.
Although the pedestrian crossing light is red, i see my former TAFE teacher, for carpentary, cross the road to halfway, from north to south, while its a red pedestrian light.
He is a Christian, with a moustache.
His car rego when he was my teacher, was his personalised number plate.
His name is David, but his surname starting with M, escapes me.
His car was a brown Volvo station wagon.
I step to my right, into the kerb gutter.
I would cross on the red, but i wait for the green, so i can cross "legally".
In my hands are one or two pages of a4 paper.
Its folded, with the paper edge in my hands and the fold part away from hands.
As i cross, i try to unfold it, but i either refrain, or simply can't unfold it.
Looking at the paper, there is some text typed on it.
One word near the fold is upside down and i can't quite read what it says.
Is it a prescription for headache tablets or other medication.
Is it a typed referral letter ?
I look at it as i cross and don't see Mr DM or other people.
The dream ends, when my alarm for church wakes me.

here is a link for the video.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iOJd2tJGgnU


any comments or questions ?