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    1. Dirty Dishes

      by , 02-15-2019 at 10:02 PM (Re-entry: The Atmosphere)
      With many things happening in my life currently, my attention has strayed from lucid dreaming.
      It comes and goes in cycles, and I accept that. For the sake of diligence, here is my entry for today.

      It felt like one of the very first dreams of the night. I dreamed one of my roommates, who is usually not so straight forward and blunt, came into my room saying I was keeping too many dishes up here that it needed to stop. Embarrassingly, when I woke up this morning I took what I had down to the kitchen sink.

      Whatever, subconscious!
    2. Overflowing Shelves // Wrong Orientation

      by , 02-13-2019 at 11:17 PM (Re-entry: The Atmosphere)
      I dreamed of being in a Walmart. I walked quickly to an overstocked section. The shelves were packed beyond overflowing with work clothes and gloves. There was barely any room to walk in this incredibly cramped aisle. So much so that everyone had to be single file and carts would barely make it through. Here I took my time, as were others in front of and behind me. I grabbed a pair of gloves off the shelf, noticing a familiar face in my peripheral vision. I glanced at the couple behind me and saw Ronnie, a guy I used to work with at a pizza shop when I lived in another town. As an act of friendliness, I said hello. His response was nothing but gibberish, but I knew he was saying hello back.

      I rushed out the door and tried to find my way to an outdoor class at a vocational school.

      Late, I found a seat. I sat on a metal folding chair in the grass, dozens others around me doing the same. A professor walks onto a platform with a pull down projector screen flamboyantly announces "Welcome to radio broadcasting class!!!" Half hearted cheers echo amongst the people sitting around me. I was definitely in the wrong place. The professor continued with his orientation presentation, but something caught my attention. A man driving a very large fork lift truck down the curving road about a hundred feet away. He probably came where I wanted to be, I thought. I immediately got up and started towards that road. I was going to go where he came from and hope I was going to get to the correct class orientation.
    3. Vague Bad Memories

      by , 02-13-2019 at 05:10 AM (Re-entry: The Atmosphere)
      Last night's dreams are fractured and faded to me now.

      I remember missing the bus AGAIN. This has to be something my subconscious is trying to get across to me, but I can't pinpoint it for the life of me. I was in a rather nice house, and I was female. Not the first time dreaming of being female, but it doesn't happen often.I was changing my shirt, putting on a sky blue t shirt instead of the red/orange one I was wearing. And just like the several times before, I didn't feel missing the bus to be too incredibly urgent. I should investigate further.


      I dreamed of being with one of my friends, L. It seemed like we were in the wrong place at the wrong time. A dangerous asian gang arrived and came into the building where we just happened to be. They took everyone hostage. I remember seeing a could of child slaves, no older than 2. One took off running down the street. I silently wished her luck as she rounded the corner. L and I caught glances. Non-verbally, we said "Well, this is happening... how inconvenient."

      There was more that happened before and maybe after that point but I can't remember. I remember waking up feeling particularly distressed, so I know whatever happened wasn't pleasant.
    4. Megalodon // Parachuter // Ice Mtn

      by , 02-11-2019 at 05:17 PM (Re-entry: The Atmosphere)
      I dreamed of being with Jonah Hill and James Franco. We were all in a canoe in the ocean, about 20ft away from a very small island. I remember the water being so incredibly clear and calm. They jumped out and were swimming while I tossed Ritz crackers into the water. Small fish would come up and eat. Then eventually small sharks came and ate the crackers. I joked about there being sharks in the water, but the guys just joked back calmly.

      I tossed one of my last crackers in and noticed the water below us was quickly becoming darker and darker, almost like something was casting a shadow. Then it started coming into focus. A giant mouth as wide as the canoe full of teeth seemed to materialize below me. This was the biggest shark I had ever seen. The teeth scraped against the metal briefly before sinking back down into the depths, unseen.

      "Guys... GUYS WE NEED TO GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE." I started screaming at them to get out of the water. We all panicked, thrashing through the water until we got to the short, steep beach. A wooden fence blocked our path, but we managed to find footholes and use the branches of a tree on the other side to make climbing over easy.

      "Wait, I need to go back." James Franco said. "What, why??" James jumped down from the fence and grabbed the canoe, pulling it higher up on the shore, where it would definitely be safe from high tides. Good thinking.

      On land was an abandoned mansion. The inside was crumbling and full of old junk. I felt like we had been here before, and I knew there was nothing good to loot. At least not what I wanted. I vaguely remember a small hyena like animal jumping out from behind a pile of junk and biting my ankle. I swatted at it with a broken piece of wood, managing to shoo it away. I walked over to the pile and grabbed and even bigger piece, breaking it in half and letting out a ferocious roar that echoed through the building. I was letting every inhabitant know I was not to be messed with.

      I dreamed of being at my house I lived in through high school. It was one of the coldest days of the year; snow covered the ground but the roads were clean. I was avoiding talking to one of my neighbors because I knew they were the type that wouldn't stop talking. I walked around their house and back towards mine as I heard their garage door open.

      Looking across the street, I saw someone wearing a parachute. They were riding the brutally icy winds no more than 50 or 60ft in the air above someone's house. I was incredibly curious, but thought they were kind of dumb to be doing this on such a cold day. It must be miserable.

      I dreamed of being in a mountainous region in the winter time. I was on top of a cliff that had a rope bridge leading to another cliff on the other side of a 15ft gap. The valley below was only about 30ft down sheer cliffside, and was made into a walking path. I had my camera bag with me and was looking to take a landscape shot. I noticed Native America looking people in nothing but deer skin loin cloths walking across the snowscape.

      For some reason I was considering moving out here. Maybe it was because I liked the seclusive aspects. But knowing that tribes were nearby was a turn off. I didn't want to encroach on their space, and I didn't want any kind of hostility in any form. I packed up and started looking for a way to get off this cliff.
    5. My Ex is Upset *rolls eyes*

      by , 02-06-2019 at 11:45 PM (Re-entry: The Atmosphere)
      Strange dream about my ex. Random details that aren't important, but for the sake of being a diligent journaller, I will write my entry.

      I dreamed of being in a house where someone had just started a girl scout party. I had no idea who they were and I was about to leave, because why would I be at someone else's girl scout party? I don't even like their cookies. That's when I ran into my ex.

      She was visibly upset about something. Still being civil, I asked what was making her sad. She said she heard a rumor about me moving. Typical of her to be upset over a rumor, and such an unimportant one at that. But I clarified. I was just moving to a different room inside my house.

      Just then, a friend of a friend named Tyler came out of nowhere. Apparently he wanted to take my old room and claimed it right then and there on the spot. Which was perfect because we were looking for someone. Strange that it happened so quickly, but I wasn't arguing. I liked the guy.

      I was suddenly in a military hospital. My ex had talked to a doctor and walked off to go to a private room where she had an appointment. For some reason I had a red balloon I wanted to give her. I don't think it was even mine, just something that I knew she would appreciate. She turned the corner and I lost her. I fast-walked down the hall after her, dodging military personnel, nurses and doctors. I ended up putting the balloon in a paper bag for zero reason other than I had it already. I woke before I could manage to find her.

      That's two dreams that involved my ex in the past week now. The relationship ended for a reason, but we have a need to keep things civil between us. I dunno. Left over emotion I suppose. NEXT!
    6. The Shade is a Tool, a Device, a Savior

      by , 02-06-2019 at 01:01 AM (Re-entry: The Atmosphere)
      I asked my subconscious to let me meet the devil in the other night's nightmare. I wanted to make amends and understand more. Maybe I didn't really want to, but I ended up dreaming this instead.

      It was a warm, bright summer day. I stood on the top of a hill under the shade of tropical trees. I overlooked an empty beach with several small islands the size of basketball courts nearby in the gorgeously clear water. The one closest to the beach looked to be in the shape of a sea horse. It almost seemed man made, as it was translucent. The water surrounding it looked sectioned off by plexiglass. Live sea horses were being raised in square sections. The other islands looked natural, untouched by human hands.

      The beach curved to my right and I saw a restaurant made from a brown, two story house. I ducked out from my cover and ran for the building. The sun was so bright and hot if I stayed in it for too long, my skin would burn. I wanted sunscreen, because I wanted so badly to go swimming in the crystal clear water. Dashing inside the restaurant, my eyes took a second to adjust to the dim interior.

      I didn't see a single soul. The tables and booths in the main dining area were all empty. The staircase to my right lead to the second floor indoor balcony that was also empty. Behind the bar counter I finally found someone. A nerdy high school girl greeted me. She seemed to be the only one working. I didn't see any sun screen (or anything other than food and drink), disappointingly. I picked up a menu and began looking through. I saw a picture of what looked like a pizza rolled into a giant burrito, but I didn't know what you would call it. The girl kept talking on and on about how her school runs this restaurant and how they're doing a terrible job at it. Without me uttering a word, she answered the question I was thinking.

      "That's called a hoagie, I think."

      "Oh, thanks..." I muttered.
    7. The Devil Wants Me

      by , 02-05-2019 at 01:17 AM (Re-entry: The Atmosphere)
      I dreamed of the apocalypse again.

      I was over at my ex's parent's house. It was this big, lush mansion with tall ceilings, red velvet carpet and white walls with pillars in the corner. I heard something that caught my attention. I can't remember if it was over a radio or TV, but some weather channel was calling for very extreme and sudden weather. So much so that word spread like wild fire. People were running on foot, cars were end to end. I jumped in my car and sped off down the driveway and made my way into the city as quickly as I could.

      I felt very late to the party. The stores had mostly been cleaned out of supplies. Shelves were empty and bare with the exception of a few plastic packages of mini-weenies. I grabbed them and headed to the counter. No one was there so I opted to just leave instead.

      Many people were running frantically in all directions. As I stepped outside, I heard a telepathic message broadcasted into everyone's mind. Everyone froze, rooted where they stood in pure fear. The demonic voice said "This is the end of everything you know. I'm coming after you especially, James." (My names not James, but I know it was meant for me.) I looked up and saw bolts of electricity spark from a small point high up near the glass of a tall building. A human sized red devil with the bottom half of a goat and tall horns on his head spawned.

      People began screaming in terror, some cowering in the fetal position on the ground, some tried running. The devil spawned large trucks and bulldozers, driving at very high speeds. He sent them in different directions, crushing anyone in their path. One came speeding down the road towards me, but I side stepped it and felt nothing but the gust of wind it carried behind.

      The wave of vehicles ended. I took off running, but then small storms began spawning at head level. They were no more than 8ft by 8ft big, but I knew I would die if I got too close to one. I saw a small thunderstorm and a small tornado blocking my path. I carefully moved around them and kept running, knowing I was being watched.

      I made it to my friend's house nearby. He was in the basement having a panic attack. I knew I was being followed so I frantically tried looking for an escape from this hideout. Looking out the basement window, I saw the devil no less than 15ft from the house, charging full tilt, pitch fork in hand. He slams into the chimney viciously and relentlessly breaking apart the brick with the pitchfork. He had a very evil smile across his face.

      I knew this was it. There was no escaping. I did the only thing I could think of with my last remaining moments. I turned to my friend and began to console him. I told him everything was going to be alright. No matter how futile it all seemed right now, no matter how wrong it was, I hugged him and continually consoled him.

      I woke up.

      I've dreamed of devils before, and they have to be one of the few but worst kind of nightmares I have recently. They're these unstoppable forces of death and destruction that kill everyone around me and follow me until they get to kill me and drag me to hell with them. I'm not religious in the slightest. I should get lucid and fight one. Devil dreams don't happen often, but they always leave me feeling shaken.
      non-lucid , nightmare
    8. The Underground

      by , 02-04-2019 at 02:22 AM (Re-entry: The Atmosphere)
      I dreamed of being in an underground subway system.

      Everything was dark and run down. Trash, twisted and torn scrap metal littered the area, pushed up against the walls. I felt like I was seeking refuge from something or someone. Maybe some authority figure. I ran into an old friend/acquaintance who was a veteran at being homeless and has lived in these parts of the subway for a while. He agreed to set me up and invited me into his converted train car.

      It was trashed. The car was somehow wedged between an opening that bridged two tunnels. My friend went outside to his barrel fire and began cooking a can of beans while I made myself at home. There were trashed couches and a broken wooden chair up against the wall. Windows were barred shut. I heard the door slam behind me and lock. He was in on it! He wanted the bounty that was on my head! I began smelling gasoline and hair spray coming from beneath the car. The floors were rotted out but covered with mismatched panels of plywood. I looked around for another opening and found an unlocked door that lead out to the other subway tunnel. It opened easily and I began running over the dirt and gravel bare footed.

      Pfft, idiot. He didn't even think to lock the other door to the train car he tried to trap me in.
    9. The Conversation with my Subconscious

      by , 02-01-2019 at 12:03 AM (Re-entry: The Atmosphere)
      This was by far one of the clearest and most vivid lucid dreams I've had in a long time.

      I dreamed of walking with two of my close friends, L and D, to a nearby gas station for drinks/snacks. It was a mild, clear night. The gas station had a bright fluorescent glow that illuminated everything nearby where it rested under the high way overpass. As we approached, we saw two squirrely looking guys hanging out on a nearby sidewalk. As we walked past they began talking to us, but our responses were short and hurried so we didn't seem rude as we weren't very interested in getting to know them.

      I don't remember much of being inside, but we got what we wanted and left in a timely manner. We walked down a dark street that lead to my childhood home. There were two other guys, different guys, with us. DCs I didn't recognize. They were friends to us. I was walking 20 feet or so ahead of the group, listening to them carry on and laugh (specifically L's laughter is always nice to hear).

      Looking at the sheen cast by the street light on the dark, sloping road before me, I thought to myself. "I doubt it, but what if I were dreaming? Hmm... Maybe I should just check." I took a couple steps and jumped into the air. In typical dream fashion, I began gliding as if in low gravity. "Ohh! Ooooh!!! I'm dreaming!!!" I looked back at the group to see they were walking towards a building close to the road. I jumped again and soared through the air, landing gracefully on the flat 3rd story roof. I opened the door and went inside.

      I found everyone was already here, keeping the light and friendly mood. My friends sat on couches and bean bag chairs. D was behind his drumset looking happy as ever, talking enthusiastically with a DC. I walked over and sat on the couch. I turned to ask a DC something, but I forget what it was. He seemed distracted by another conversation he was having.

      Observing and enjoying the general mood of the room, I looked around and really took in the detail of my environment. I thought to myself, "This dream is really vivid... I wonder how long this is going to last. I could be here forever if it were possible." I noticed some of the "Dream Fabric" ripple as I absorbed my surroundings in this highly lucid state.

      To my left I saw another DC. She wasn't talking with anyone. She sat on a pillow behind a small alter that had two lit candles sitting on either side. She looked to be my age. Short brown hair, loose and comfortable looking clothing, dangling earrings. I got up from my seat and approached. I sat front of her cross legged, the room still buzzing with good feelings and warm energy.

      "Why don't you just tell me when I'm in a dream?" I asked, not taking much time for the usual greetings. I felt I already knew who she was.

      She smirked. "Isn't it much more satisfying when you become lucid by yourself? Besides, there would be so many situations where all we'd get would be blank stares in return, or you just wouldn't believe us."

      This was a truthful smack in the face, but I retorted.

      "Pfft, it's so not about my ego, you know this. I would be much happier to be lucid much more often if you guys just told me."

      She glanced away, gave me a smile and shrugged. The conversation and laughter in the room had become louder; D had started playing on his drumset a bit, adding to the cacaphony and signalling an end to my conversation.

      Just then, a DC approached me and tapped me on my shoulder. He said into my ear that he had something he created, a dream, that he wanted to show me. I said sure.

      The scene changed immediately. I was under the ocean looking at an underwater city/ship wreck. It was lit by wavering sunlight from the surface and covered in seaweed and rust amidst a natural state of decay. Bubbles rose from the wreckage. I floated upwards and away from this gorgeous sight. I spotted a tiny baby sea turtle with a stream of bubbles behind him as he swam by me. I rose higher and higher until I broke the surface of the water and woke up.

      This was one of the most interesting dreams I've had in a very, very long time. I think I've asked this question before, and have gotten the same answer. But it's probably been 10 years since. I have so much to think about, and much more I want to talk to this girl about. Having a conversation, especially with lucidity at such a level, has been a big goal of mine for a while. I'm so happy this happened!
      lucid , memorable
    10. College Dorm Experience

      by , 01-28-2019 at 11:51 PM (Re-entry: The Atmosphere)
      This was the result of night #2 trying 1g of Calea Z in capsules. I didn't try more like I said I was going to in my last entry, but the results were just about exactly the same as the night before. Read on, fair maiden.

      I dreamed of being at my childhood house. I was getting ready for the anticipated bus to arrive and take me to school. I was rummaging through a cardboard box of my clothes while brushing my teeth. I heard the familiar squealing brakes and release of pressurized air as the bus stopped in front of my house. I had second thoughts on the shirt I was wearing, as I had just found my pink shirt. The bus closed its doors and began driving away. Oh well, I'll just have to drive; it was college, anyways.

      I walk through the front doors of the dorm building and found my room number. It was incredibly small, but there were 5 or 6 other people there, all roommates. I had no idea how we were going to even find room to sleep, but I knew I was fine taking the floor so I let everyone else stress about that (they didn't seem worried). At the time of walking in, I was the only guy. I was very surprised to find out that this college didn't segregate their dorms by gender. I'm more comfortable around women anyways, so this didn't bother me either.

      I recognized two of my new roommates as people I've met in different points in my life. I found a small stack of folded note cards with pages of info on who was assigned to this room (Cue the typical 'reading in dreams' scenario; words were bouncing all over the place). One name in particular stuck out to me. For the sake of anonymity lets call him Scotty. Scotty was a friend of mine in highschool, someone I wish I had gotten to know better. I haven't seen or heard from him since so it got me all excited when I found out we were going to room together. Just as I put the note cards down, he walks through the door.

      We spend a little time catching up, but everyone else in the room seemed to get really bored. I thought to myself, "I'm not holding you guys here for any reason; you can go do whatever, yo." Just then it occurred to me this room was special. I looked out the window to see a bronze statue of a racist confederate general. Some guy who had this room a few years back made it famous by creating memes about this racist statue, dubbing it the "Monument Room". No one seemed as entertained about it as I was.

      I mentioned to Scotty that another guy we went to highschool, mostly my friend, was going to be rooming with us too. He hadn't shown up, unsurprisingly, and I had the feeling that he wasn't going to. The dream faded and I woke up.

      This was the first dream of the night. Just like the night before, I took the Calea Z about 30 minutes before laying down to sleep. It seems like this stuff takes about 90 minutes to kick in. I think tonight I'm going to set an alarm for 3 or 4 hours to try and time my digestion for one of my later, longer REM cycles. Stay tuned.
    11. Incredibly Detailed Piece of Prime Rib

      by , 01-28-2019 at 01:02 AM (Re-entry: The Atmosphere)
      Yesterday I finally found some of the empty capsules I've been wanting for my Calea Zacatechichi. I've been smoking it off and on for the past few weeks with less than satisfying results. Last night I packed two capsules with ~0.5g of plant material each and took them 30 minutes before hitting the sack. The results were tangible this time around.

      I dreamed of being at my old restaurant job which had closed IRL. Stood in line for a while; the place was surprisingly busy. Walking up to the counter I was greeted by four very new, young and inexperienced staff. I ordered my favorite - prime rib. As they laid the meat on the grill in front of me, I could see the meat fibers and bloody texture of each piece, hear the mean sizzle, and the unenthusiastic question of what kind of bread I wanted with it.

      I didn't get a chance to eat it. I walked outside to see jawbreakers the size of basketballs had just rained down while I was inside, oblivious. Most of the unreasonably sized candies were still intact, but a few had shattered and lay in large chunks on the side of the road.

      I woke, turned over, and went right back to sleep without being able to DEILD.

      I dreamed of being in a large two story house. Someone was in a military tank on the street outside. It was ridiculously big, taking up the entire width of the road. The driver/operator was someone I knew and tolerated. (I wouldn't go so far as to consider them a friend) We played a friendly game of whack-a-mole. I ran from window to window, poking my head out and tossing a pebble at the tank. As quickly as he could, he would spin the barrel of the tank around and fire a blank shell into the window. Some of the shots actually damaged the house, but it didn't matter to much to me. It wasn't my house and he never got me.

      After a while, I became bored and went outside and got in the tank. We went for a cruise, driving recklessly fast through the streets and eventually over a shoreline and into a lake. The tank sped over the water with ease, deftly maneuvering around boats minding their own business. We shot down narrow channels and eventually things ended up looking more and more like the poor graphics of an old video game.

      The dream faded and then reformed.

      We pulled up to a warehouse and got out. My 'friend' and I walked inside and found one of his friends. They pulled out some airsoft guns and began shooting at a homemade range rather recklessly. They made cheesy moves and moved in front of each other as if they didn't care about being shot. I stayed back and considered leaving without telling them.

      What I noticed about last night was the dreams seemed to be non-stop. There was no feelings of space in between the dreams, and the level of realism was pretty different than my usual night of dreams. I didn't wake up feeling exhausted like I've heard some people describe, but I wasn't the most rested I've ever been. Maybe I'll try again tonight but have more.

      Updated 01-28-2019 at 01:43 AM by 10146

    12. Mansion Yard Pursuit

      by , 01-26-2019 at 07:30 PM (Re-entry: The Atmosphere)
      It seems I struggle with recall on my days off, as I tend to take advantage of sleeping in. Good thing my days off are few and far between I suppose.

      I dreamed of being in a corn field in the front yard of a mansion. The surrounding landscape was very similar to my friend's property. A long gravel driveway split the corn field in two before continuing into the thick, surrounding woods.

      I walked through the field, pushing the towering sandy brown stalks aside as I went. I heard a commotion coming from behind me at the front of the mansion. Someone shouting, an engine starting and a motorcycle taking off down the gravel. I sprinted back to the clearing. A truck sped past me before I broke through the last bit of corn. It was my friends in pursuit of the motorcycle. I ran as fast as I could down the driveway, hoping to catch up to the truck and grab on, but I wasn't fast enough.

      By the time I got to where the driveway intersected the road, I saw both the truck and motorcycle had stopped. A group of about 15 people dressed in black wearing scarves over their mouths stood motionless, watching us. My friends got out of the truck. I pulled out my knife in anticipation of a fight. They began approaching in a slow, threatening manner. But after a few seconds, seemingly out of nowhere, everything changed. The group of people took off their masks and started laughing and joking light heartedly. My friends relaxed and all exchanged handshakes and hugs. The tenseness had entirely collapsed and all returned to a friendly atmosphere. At first I was very confused, but everything felt right. I put away my knife and joined.

      Interesting how this dream just changed so quickly.
    13. Trading My Life for a New One

      by , 01-26-2019 at 12:19 AM (Re-entry: The Atmosphere)
      This is the first time I remember multiple dreams being in the same general location in one night. And it was an absolutely beautiful one at that.

      I dreamed of being in a very small town nestled onto the edge of a large body of water. It could have been the ocean, but the water was too calm. The dream had a very light blue and white color scheme, like it was a snowless winter that wasn't too cold. Surrounding the little village were green rolling hills and small mountains; it felt like I was in a very northern part of the world.

      I felt like a child. I followed my friend down cobblestone streets past buildings made of wood and brick. We snuck around the corner and into an inn. My eyes adjusted to the dim indoor lighting as my friend ran around the front counter. He stuck his head out and motioned for me to follow. We went into an unmarked room that looked like it was mostly used for storage. The only light coming through was from a wide window; you could see particles of dust hanging lazily above boxes and tools. A man in his 20's sat with his back turned to us.

      My friend approached him without hesitation. They talked in hushed voices for a moment. My friend looked up at me and said

      "Do you want to come with me? He said you can."

      I was speechless. I didn't know what to do. I was being offered a completely new life. I would no longer be the person I am now. I would leave this place and never come back. I would BE someone different. I hesitated. The dream ended and I woke.

      I dreamed of being at a staggered set of short wooden docks that jutted out over the body of water at the edge of the small town. I had with me a DJI Mavic drone. I tried over and over to set it down on different parts of the dock to give it a stable and secure platform from which to take off. I wasn't able to find one. Upon picking up the drone for the last time, I looked a little more closely at its plastic body. There were dings and chips like it had been crashed multiple times. The drone still worked perfectly, however.

      I dreamed of being at a home I owned about couple miles away from the small town. Surrounding the house was a field of cat tails and light blue water. Snow powdered the ground. Walking through the dim inside of my house, I found my drone and wanted to try launching it again. I walked outside to find a friend (in the dream I knew her, but she was just a DC). She approached me and asked why I was living so far away from everyone. As I set the drone on the ground and prepped it for flight, I thought my answer through. I said,

      "You know, I think it's really peaceful out here. I really enjoy this solitude. And it's so beautiful..."

      The drone failed to take off. The motors sputtered briefly before stopping. My perspective, however, began rising up high, giving me a birds eye view of my house and the surrounding land. I saw the field of cat tails and water encircling my small house, the dirt trail winding down the rolling hills eventually leading back to the town, and nothing else but pure nature. I was in love with this place. My vision kept rising until we looked like nothing more than a couple of ants. The dream ended.
      non-lucid , memorable
    14. Reliving the Household War

      by , 01-25-2019 at 04:40 AM (Re-entry: The Atmosphere)
      I'll be brief with this one, as it's very reminiscent of my childhood. I grew up with an abusive stepdad.

      I dreamed of being back in my old house, only I'm as old as I am now. I was living with my mom and stepdad. My stepdad frequently became irrationally angry and out of the blue would scream and harass me. There was a part of the dream where he grabbed me by my shirt and shook me violently. The entire time I was very distressed and would scream back until my voice would go hoarse. What was interesting to me is that any time I would defend myself from him, he would flinch as if he knew I had the power to end his tantrums if I ever put my foot down. He very much reminded me of a child that didn't get their way and was acting out.

      For a portion of the dream, I was playing against him in some strange video game. I would beat him so badly and wouldn't give him a chance to recover, and this continued until I became bored of the game and left. After that he didn't talk to me much. When I woke up, I realized I had only been asleep for a few hours. It's strange for me to have a dream so vivid and intense during my first REM period. I asked my subconscious to help me resolve these feelings I have left over from my childhood, and I fell back asleep.

      I dreamed of driving to New York City with my mother. She was driving while I rode shotgun. We passed sky scrapers and made our way to the heart of the city. I jumped out of the car when I saw very wide white sets of stairs leading up to a white building. Inside were camp counselor friends of mine. Some I decided not to talk to, but one in particular, Austin, I was so elated to see again. I gave him a huge hug and we started catching up.

      The room was kind of small. There were white plastic tables arranged in a square. In the center was a pool of water. I was already wearing my swimsuit; mid conversation and without notice, I jumped over the tables and cannon-balled into the water. I sunk rather far down and assumed I was close to the bottom. I kicked my feet out to push myself back towards the surface, but the bottom was farther than I expected. I didn't have enough of a lungful, and accidentally breathed in while I was still a couple feet from surfacing. Even though I was underwater, I could feel air going into my lungs. That startled me enough to wake me.
    15. Everyone Deserves a Second Chance

      by , 01-24-2019 at 01:35 AM (Re-entry: The Atmosphere)
      I've been experimenting with supplements on and off for the past two weeks. Vitamin B6 and Calea Zacatechichi. Last night I did not take any supplements, but still ended up becoming lucid to a decent degree. I think I'll take a break from experimenting with supplements for a hot minute.

      This one is hard to describe. Vivid in memory, but trying to put the detailed emotion I felt on paper is difficult. I dreamed of being in a house that I owned in the dream. I was with a girl I had never met before IRL and I was shirtless as if I had just woken up from a nap. It felt to be around 2 or 3 in the afternoon on a summer day. There was a knock on the front door. The girl I was with got up to go see who it was, but somehow I already knew. It was my adopted little sister, about 12 (she looked really similar to Max from Stranger Things, red hair and freckles). "Oh, it's just some 12 year old." said the girl in the house, as if we should just ignore her. I could also 'see' or 'know' what my sister had with her. Next to her was what seemed like an animal.

      -This is where things become hard to explain.-

      It was in the shape of a large dog, but looked more like a living piece or oriental art. Incredibly hard to describe, but the feelings that were conveyed with it had a kind of depth that seems common in my dreams. I felt that my sister had brought home a living artifact that carried a kind of dark fate with it. I felt she knew exactly what she was doing, and that the only other person who could possibly understand this was me. Her motives were noble and clear to me, to somehow help whatever had gone wrong with this creature and/or its circumstances. I knew this other female in the house was going to be totally oblivious to what was going on. I knew I was going to have to kick her out no matter how pissed she would get.

      And all of those thoughts reached my mind before I even got to the door to open it. I woke up as I was about to turn the doorknob. Awake, I lay in bed running through these details. I told myself over and over I'm not going to forget this one when I wake up again. I'm glad I didn't.

      That kind of telepathy in my dreams has become very common. It seems like it makes it harder for me to question my reality if something absurd happens, because I'm usually expecting it.

      I don't remember much about the beginning of this dream, but I remember being in an empty college cafeteria when I came to the realization I was dreaming. I immediately felt my body laying in bed and had that familiar sensation of a fading dream. I knew I only had a few precious seconds left in this reality - "Oh wait, stabilize it!!" I said to myself. I began rubbing my hands together out of instinct, and then began trying to feel sensations to ground myself. As I walked, I felt grass between my toes even as I was walking across the tile floor inside the building.

      I salvaged a fading lucid dream! Yes! Exactly what I've been wanting to practice!

      I ran outside and down the street. I kind of went into a 3rd person ghost mode as I witnessed a scene happening in front of me. I came across an elementary/middle school and went inside. Kids had just left the classrooms and were at their lockers. The principal was talking over the PA system. He said

      "I hope you all have a nice day today. Remember, nobody's perfect. People make mistakes sometimes, and everyone deserves a second chance."

      I recognized that voice. Just then, a large vehicle with a mounted gatling gun drove over the curb and onto the front lawn of the school. Several visibly angry men and women got out and began hollering and yelling at the open front doors. Parents and teachers came from their cars and classrooms, curious as to what the commotion was. The kids were rushed into the empty classrooms and locked in for safety.

      The angry mob demanded that the principal come out and "face his fate". They screamed and jeered endlessly as the quiet barricade of onlookers stood silently with stern faces. The principal pushed between the crowd of people and came directly to the front. (IRL this man is a disabled veteran I did work for a few months ago. In the dream, he was walking but still was skin and bones, bushy beard and loose hanging wire glasses) His name is Bob. Bob's energy about him radiated nothing but peace and understanding, but this mob was having none of it. Their anger seemed to intensify to the point of overflowing.

      Still in my 3rd person ghost mode, I sensed this danger. I floated up and behind the person standing behind the mounted gun. As they grabbed the gun and shook it, I took this as a threat. I pulled out my knife and slashed the man's throat. The mob immediately took notice as the body lifelessly fell to the ground. They immediately scattered in all directions leaving the car behind.

      The dream ended and I woke.

      Along with telepathy, my dreams can sometimes turn violent. I often feel like the dream plot forces me to resort to violence to save either myself or other people I care about. Sometimes it can be really unsettling.

      Updated 01-24-2019 at 02:53 AM by 10146

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