lucid

11/19/18. Monday.
Was on a cobblestone street following an old wizard. It felt like 1930’s American city. I flew up to rooftop. There were pipe chimneys, vents and an old type suitcase laying there. I decided to look around. When I got close to the edge I felt that there was a charm on the rooftop that if non-magical people looked up here, they would see only what they were expecting to see (nothing). Rooftops are a place where we magical people like to hang out sometimes because we can more easily get away with not be seen by nomaj’s. I took out my wand and had a look around and saw box about hand sized. When I opened it I saw what looked like a clock but I recognized as a time turner. Valuable but I already knew the time turning spell on my own so didn't need a charmed device for that, so I put it down for some one else to find.

I was a bit taken back by how I was myself behind this magical-world-themed personality. I was like I was inside another me that was acting. It was way more than that, this was a person in a world with it’s own rules and my mind worked differently here and knew things that my regular mind did not.

I went over to the suitcase and saw that the big suitcase was open. I put my wand away and tried to look through the clothing (a woman’s clothing) and stuff to look for a name tag. Some of the clothes started falling out and I didn’t want to make it look like I was rummaging through it all. I put the clothes back before I could find a name tag or something.

I decided to leave before I got into some kind of trouble. I felt I had someone to meet up with so I had to go quickly. I decided to apperate so I ran and jumped off the roof and tumbled in the air and apperated.

(I felt like I was in a different feeling world.)
I found myself materializing in some bedroom. This world was much more like the world that I live in. In fact, the room looked a lot like my own bedroom, but it was hard to see as it was night and dark. I looked around and see a guy waiting for me while sitting on the bed. He was waiting for me to get there so that we could both go someplace and do something. He was definitely not me but had some similarities. Once he saw me, he was like “alright let’s go" and got up, got his hoody on, and headed out the bedroom door. I wanted to explore the room more but the guy was leaving and this was interesting so I followed. However, on walking through the doorway I very noticeable passed through an energy field of golden light that was about the width of a finger! I recognized it as the energy field that I put around my own bedroom to keep lower entities out, but I couldn’t figure out if this was my room and wanted to investigate this more, but once we were out of the room there were two older women in the hallway connected to this room.

Out in the hallway there were two woman were looking into another room like they were looking for someone. One of the women was in her late 50 in PJ’s and the other was in her 70’s. in a plush light-colored robe. They were aggravated. The middle-aged woman was surprised to see the guy and said to him “Where have you been?” He angrily and quickly walked past them and said “Don’t worry about me. I’m going out for a bit.” I followed and wondered what their deal was, but they weren’t getting along. He made a right into a kitchen and grabbed something off of the counter and then out of a cabinet. It looked like a kitchen from the 1960’s or 70’s and the refrigerator even had an old pull out handle on it. It was that odd dream reality mix of different eras in things. He turned to the frig and opened it. I thought he must be making a quick meal before we head off. He took some of the items inside the frig and put them up on another higher shelf, which seemed odd but made sense when he completely removed the lower shelving and took it out. There was a hole that went through the refrigerator and the floor to a poorly lit something down below! He then climbed down into the hole! That was unexpected. I wasn’t sure what to do but this seemed like the best possibility for an adventure, so I decided to follow.


I woke up. I was a little disappointed about not continuing the dream.

Tuesday 11/21/17
I was at some Mall walking around. There was a long line of people waiting for something. It seems to be the train station. I became a little lucid. I decided to go on the train. I decided I didn't want to wait in the line and tried to get through the gate just by trying to go through the gate. It worked, I passed through the chain-link fencing like a ghost would! I was waiting for the train but there was almost no one on the platform with me. It seems the people who were waiting for the train in line we're just waiting in line, they were just dreaming of waiting in line. This is typical of dreaming areas.
I got on the train and took a seat and the train started to go through a place a lot like Brooklyn.

I looked out of the window and saw apartment buildings and backyards and street at one point I started to see red flowers in a tree. It was amazing to me that all of this could both exist outside physical reality and be looking so amazing!
As I looked out at the flowers in peoples backyards I thought, where is the blue, and I started to see blue flowers in the trees. I next saw these huge blue flowers is that looked at least is big as a man's head! I couldn't figure out what kind of flower they could possibly be, they looked a lot like morning Glory but they were tremendous in size! I knew it was a dream and was amazed by the fact that this looks so much like physical reality. I was also happy to take this little vacation outside of physical reality and life. Then thinking about physical life I woke up.

I never rode this train but at least I rode it while sleeping!

8-10-2012
It was a fitful night of sleep but a very productive one.

Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 over most of dream
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
D1 First Job
There was a lot of chaotic dream imagery going on in my childhood home. By the end of it, I remember a replay of the day I went off to my first real job. It didn’t really happen like the dream, this was as if it was being reacted again. From what little I remember of the day, this dream’s reenactment had a lot more upbeat-ness to it than the real event. There were other people there as well that were not there in real life but the real participants didn’t interact with them almost as if they were extras just there to fill in the background. The overall feeling was that my mom and I were so glad that I was finally going off to a real job; we were almost giddy with happiness. I’ve been working since I was 16 and was never giddy to start any job.

Notes: I see this as my subconscious putting on a play on this subject. My subconscious’ retelling of the event is an interesting take and one that makes me focus on my own possibly dower mindset and questioning the amount I worry. I guess that time should have been a giddy one being as big as it was but why it wasn’t is now something to think about.

Awake, I tossed off the covers I was way too hot.

Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 over most of dream
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
D2 Necromancing
Again, a lot of chaotic dream happenstances going on in dry outside “scrub” areas.
I am flying around a lot in a California area. I see a nice California suburb and a nice house on a hilly street and fly in only to see the family right there behind the door and they are up to something. They are all (father/mother/20+son/16+daughter) going to rollerblade out the front door, down the street and down a very very steep street to the bottom of the hilly area where a train track was; it looked deadly but they were very happy and getting ready to go.

As I looked down where they would go my attention followed and I was now looking at another typical California house but not in a comfortable suburb and more on its own and with large succulents growing in the front yard made of rocks and sand. This house had a retention pond next to it filled with green water. There was a road in front of the house and in the road was a dead cat with dried blood and body fluids staining the road.
Thinking about the cat gave me a higher level of lucidity and I commanded, “back to life and all [internal] parts back the way they were” and I made a gesture with my hand to push life energy out toward and into it. Nothing happened. Still I sat waiting. Then it moved, the mound of fur got up off the blood stained area and I could see the cat’s face and its legs clearly. It staggered slightly as if it had woken from anesthesia or something, down toward the retention pond where it took a good drink. Afterward the reanimated cat walked off to my left toward the house still groggy but seemingly perfectly fine. I was happy that I had found a new dream power.

While awake I pulled up the covers being way too cold. I tried to remember the alive cat.

Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 over most of dream
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
D3 Father in the lot
There was more chaotic activity and I flew around but I came to a vacant lot that seemed to be somewhere in a central North Carolina area with that red soil. For some reason I was looking for a link to the real physical world from here in the dream world and I thought I could find it here. I looked over the lot, there were a lot of people here milling around and I asked them but they had no idea what I was talking about. I circled the lot from the road front to the back and then back up to the road front finding nothing.
I was pretty lucid at this point and noticed dreamers popping into this area either from other dreams or from just falling asleep, it was an interesting area, especially for a weeded empty lot.
Then someone popped in that looked like my father when he was in his 20’s. I was a bit shocked thinking if that was really him. He stood there looking off into the distance smoking a cigarette with a lot of attitude like they used to in those old movies. I fully realized he could look however he felt, this is the dream world. I walked past him looking. Then he turned to me, I saw it really was him and we both hugged. Then I said “So, Welcome to North Carolina” and as I put my hands out encompassing the dry dirty red soiled vacant lot and street, a boy popped in right to my right with a look of complete surprise. I was annoyed with this dreamer getting in my way and pushed him out of my way with my arm. In hindsight I remember this boy back from a dream I had of looking in a mirror and I was he, a towheaded 10-year-old chubby white boy with a crew cut. I ignored the boy and walked back to the back of the lot with my father following, he was more concerned with how he felt than anything anyone else was doing. I asked a dreamer that looked like he knew something where this was but he just looked at me for a second then looked back at the rusted stove he was wresting with, with some other guys.

I wandered around and found my way inside a department store inside an open-air mall. I was still trying to find a connection between here in the dream world and the physical world and was very aware of the dreaming world’s rules. While wandering around this place I rhetorically asked a three foot tall impressionistic statue of a T-Rex “where is this place” and it started to come to life, which shocked me! This small yellow metal impression of a T-Rex had been given some of my life by me asking it something, by my giving it my attention and this I felt sorry for since it was barely a T-Rex or anything, it was bad art that would have a life like that so I foolishly as a reflex said to it “oh sorry” which only served to give it more life! It then jumped off the shelf it was on and down to the floor very alive and becoming more so. It looked up at me like it was speaking but I heard nothing. This was uncomfortable and felt sorry for it so I walked past it to take my attention from it so it could go wherever such unintended creations went.

I saw a sales girl behind the makeup counter and asked her my now constant question but more pointedly so that she knew what I was talking about, “where is a point of reference between the physical world and this one?” She looked at me with a sarcastic look of “are you nuts?”
Then I see one of those cash register laser guns red lights and think that maybe the point of a common link between the two worlds is not a thing but an energy, maybe the photons can be that link.

I woke up and was still too cold and now ached too, I felt like I had been on my back for hours.

7-31-2012
My goal of controlling the theme of the dream was surprisingly easy. Getting into a feeling that I expect the dreams to come to be in has been so easy even that it is now hard not to do. This has given me a lot of control over the dream world even if I am nowhere near lucid. With new power there are new problems namely what controls the controller. I control the theme of the dream but those feelings I use to control the dreams sometimes come from the night’s influential dreams and not what I wanted. This has given me whole nights of dreams with all the same feel to them; this is actually kind of tiring and boring. I need to work on creating feelings independent of any influences upon me.

Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
D1 Enchanted cottage

I was wandering around an elementary school wondering why I was there and what I was supposed to do. Eventually I got fed up and found the exit. Just before the doors I stood looking around to see if there was anything I could do. I didn't see anything worth doing just kids walking around and administrators directing the kid’s traffic, so I decided to teleport (tp) somewhere. I thought it would be strange for people to see me tp so I walked outside to look for a secluded spot to tp in.
Outside I saw an ornate manhole cover and thought that would be a good spot to tp on. Standing on it though opened up a passage to another dream world, an enchanted forest. Within arm's reach was a large heavy old dark wooden door with ornate patterns similar to the manhole cover but more so. Entering I saw it was like a cottage/club house with 2 young twenty-something women sitting on the floor. I went over to them and saw they were rolling dice and small bones and other things on the circular rug on the floor. I walked onto the rug with them and they were totally accepting of my presence there so I moved some of the clutter away to make room to sit down with them.

Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 over most of dream
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
D2 Phone Call from Subconscious
I'm wandering around another elementary school wondering why I'm there and what I'm supposed to be doing. I look for the exit a lot sooner this time. Outside I think about finding my car but I can't see all of them from the entrance so I fly up to get an overview. Looking down at all the similar looking cars I realise this task is futile and so is my flying here. Slowly I descend. Apparently the school is on beach land and the school is surounded by that pine shrubbery which I then descend into. I feel the hurts of lowwering into this scrub but the pain is not painful. I say "That's one of the perils of flying, landing" as I walk out of the scrub area.
One of the librarian types I saw inside the school is standing there telling me she had something for me to do inside if I was up to it. I said I was and followed her back to the school but just before I got inside I heard a phone ringing. I stopped and checked my pocket and there was a phone unlike my real phone, I was surprised. Pulling it out I realized it was not mine at all but it was still ringing so I opened it. It had tiny instruction card adhered to it and those clear fake display stickers that are on new phones, it was brand new. Curious I said my "hello" into the phone in a unsure high-pitched voice. "Are you a kid?" I heard the unknown caller say and replied with my name but I heard nothing so I spoke again and louder. I did this a few more times till I was yelling into the phone hoping the person on the other side could hear me. By now I had walked behind the woman into the library and went over to her at a table where she was making something with construction papers of different colors.

Two nights in a row I have created 2 DC's.

Type: Regular Dream.
Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 over most of dream
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

The first night I had a long dream marathon starting with me working on a movie set and thinking I need to teleport (TP) to a different location. After a lot of TPing around I find myself in a empty Mall on a second floor and I see the cartoon character Veronica.
I have no particular attraction to this cartoon except she is atractive, haven't seen it in the comics in years though. I still have the weird mindset, this is a dream and I'm OK with seeing a cartoon walking around like a true 3D person. I approach, and the flat cartoon takes on a 3D form but still a cartoon and completely accurate. She has no soul, I can't get any thoughts or feelings from her from her telepathically. She stops and I walk up behind her very curious about this "person." I feel her by running my hands down the from of her argyle feeling sweater and her skirt and am amazed how real she feels. I still can't hear any thoughts from her even being so close, she is an enigma. I, standing behind her think "hmmm" and rest my chin and head down on her head as she just stands there at attention, I feel her hair under my chin and it feels real too and still she looks 100% the cartoon.
A lot of other dream stuff happened at a beach and a movie set again and more TPing with me TPing into a passenger side car set while someone else is driving!


The next night a similar dream but I find myself laying on my back in an unfurnished apartment's bedroom. A wasp flies in the room and I chase it out with swats at it and my mind. I then remember having this dream before but that's all I remembered. Then there was something black flying around and it turned out to be fairy. It was 2 dimensional like a drawing in black.
She landed near me like I was her protector and went from tense looking to relaxed but I couldn't hear any feelings from her, she was completely unreal (still 2D) and yet looking pretty animated and real-ish, I was bemused. Then I remembered the first time I had this dream, I didn't swat at the wasp and it attacked the fairy until she disappeared.

Not sure why these characters are popping up, am I supposed to create something or someone?

Type: Regular Dream.
Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 over most of dream
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
{telepathy in these brackets}

I was having a long traveling dream of driving over different highways. Then it started to get dark and a girl in the car yelled "LOOK!" I did but saw nothing at first then I saw a tornado off in the distance.
The guy driving started racing away to get away but when I looked again it was right near us! Then it tore open the car from the windshield and the girl screamed but suddenly I was not buying this dream any more. I said in a exasperated tone, "I got it" and put my hands up and held the twister and waited for it to dissipate, which it did very quickly. The skies brightened and everyone in the car made statements on how lucky and relieved they were but I was pouting.
I was thinking "this stinks! Nothing in these dreams is real." When I was a kid everything seemed so real, now it's like watching a crappy black and white movie with predictable crappy plots and crappy predictable actors, blah.

I awoke. "I should be focusing on the short haired girl [a reoccurring character former dreams]," I thought since it seems she really is me in some form.


Type: Regular Dream.
Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
{telepathy in these brackets}

This new dream was just as vivid and the like the other but this time it had a short haired girl in it. I saw her and interacted but there was nothing special about this girl. When I said telepathically {it's me} she just looked at me like I said it out loud and waited for me to follow up that statement. This girl is just another DC.


Type: Regular Dream.
Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
{telepathy in these brackets}

I had two more dreams something like this is but different environments and each time the girl in it was not the real deal. The last dream I had, had me trying to talk to the girl when some other girl nearby whipped out a knife, and with a huge smile, stabbed me in my left shoulder where the collar bone would be! This kind of pissed me off in a "these dreams are not helping" kind of way. I looked down and the gaping slashed hole and closed it with my thoughts and shook my head and thought "this is not working." Exasperated I woke up and felt a little defeated.


Notes: I have never willed someone into my dreams before so by default I instead did what I have done plenty of times, created a DC. Tonight I will try a new tactic of replaying her "roles" in my former dreams to get her essence and then call out for that.

a

8-8-11
Type: Lucid Dream. (Visiting the Dead)
Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
{telepathy in these brackets}

We arrive at the short few steps of a Brownstone. There is a guy behind me but I hardly know him and he is basically trailing along to learn some things. I have been to this place before and yet part of me doesn’t know where this is. I feel my awareness and that I am whole again on the other side of reality where thoughts make things and places and this was a simulated New York village. Every time I am here it seems unpopulated, there are no signs of life on the outside, save for shrubs and trees, not even any cars on the road.

I have forgotten who we’re here to see but I know what to do and walk up to the door. The guy I’m with wants to push the buzzer/doorbell. If this was physical reality the mechanical/electric device would work and ring the persons doorbell in their apartment but here only the newbies and dreamers try it out. I can see telepathically the guy I’m with is a mess, he is unsure of everything but trying so hard to be perfect, so I let him ring the bell and wait as if there is a buzzing sound and then I open the door and walk in.

It is always so dark in this vestibule and the stairs, I can see in the dark but it is so unfriendly and foreboding although it is not meaning to be.

I walk to a dark corner and push and twist some wooden molding, this opens the secret passage to the part of the place we are going to. We walk in and it is still just as dark.

We walk up the stairs to the correct door. The nervous guy behind me gets even more nervous as I stop in front of the door as I try to remember who’s place this is. The nervous guy comes around to the front of me and squeezes between me and the door to open it. The door opens and I realize it is my grandmothers place! No she never had this place when she was alive but has taken to liking it after her death. She is standing there expecting us. I see her but don’t know how to feel since she is not the full old woman I knew. She has been dead for years here and many more in the physical world and has regressed to her younger more vital young-woman-self. What are the rules for greeting someone who thinks they are both old and young and that they know you but not really? We greet {and acknowledge our relationship} but she is half the woman I knew and another totally unknown to me, the younger woman before she met my grandfather. He was not around since died before her and has forsaken the physical plane altogether (long story of another nonphysical place and a cool place at that, the Last Timers Ring that rings the earth, but that’s a story for another time. Basically he was leaving the physical plane for ever and I have never seen him since.), she seemed to know this.

Before going in I saw a metal threshold and there was an engravements in it and I bent down to examine it more closely. It was so real looking with dirt in the letters and abrasions. I felt it and it felt so perfectly real, I was blown away by it a bit but gathered myself and walked in.

I wondered around her place looking at all the intricate objects and how they all fit into her between-life life, it was very fascinating. I was in awe at how real it all looked, and felt! The kitchen has the same kind of tile from her physical kitchen, it is dark in there but I didn’t want to mess with lights in a nonphysical place.

Then I walk out into the living room and saw her nonphysical-life dog, a little white poodle! Animals are so rare in these nonphysical parts! I bent down and pet it and it felt so real! It was not at all a perfect representation of a dog; it had dirt under its belly as if it had never been washed. I got down on the floor with the dog and gave it a good rubbing. It stayed there as if it liked the petting. It didn’t have much personality which is basically life-force so I intended on giving it some of my own and it perked up a little bit and became a little more lively, literally.

I saw my grandmother was happy that I was enjoying the dog but she was hard to look at since I saw both the old woman and the young woman, pretty disturbing. I realized that she was the “old dead”, people that have been dead for a long time but still felt tied to their old life. As for myself, I didn’t even feel tied to my physical life and I was still living it! I was, and am still, not sure why she hangs out in that drab place!

I got up off the floor and realized how low the crummy dusty chandelier hung. The table had all and birthday cake on it with many candles burning and kinds of stuff on it like back when she was alive. It was all kinda sad, not that she was dead, you can be more alive dead than you ever were when you were alive, but she was not moving on she was stuck in this dark small apartment of her own creation with all these sad trappings of a past life.

My grandmother was cradling a baby that was known by her, and I, to be unreal but she felt she needed the comfort it gave. The old dead are creepy people, two or three lives all jumbled up into one undead existence. {It is time for us to go} and she got up and the baby disappeared and everyone started to move to the door a bit. My grandmother had to walk around stuff and stacks of magazines, tied with string, in a tall knee high bundle. The place was full of little things like that, fascinating!

Then there was a woman with 2 small kids in old time clothing that just appeared in the living room. “Ok lets go” she said to the kids and they all walked into the hallway and vanished. Creepy. Can ghosts have ghosts?

My grandmother walked out of the door and the nervous guy waited near the sofa and wanted me to walk out first. I, on the other hand, was astounded with the reality of the place and rubbed my hand on the wall by the door feeling how solid it was “look at it! It’s solid, like the real thing!” He looked at me like I was crazy and was getting jumpy.

We walked out into the dark hallway where the jumpy guy said “my dream guide likes to be surprised…but not TOO much.” I thought I would try not to do anything strange.

As we all rounded the corner a man came out of the dark and I realized it must be this guy’s dream guide. I thought, about what not to do and so did exactly THAT, I skipped like a girl across the floor and then regretted it immediately.

“Hi, you must be his dream guide” I said.

The DG was a tall guy and dressed like he was a 17th century aristocrat with flowy sleeves and such, “yes, I am in fact!”
“Good to meet you.” I said while turning to the nervous guy.
He waved at the dream guide stiffly and gave a nervous “Hi” with a nervous smile.
I’d seen enough and decided to leave them on their own.

Then there are these little lights floating in the air in the dark hallway and everyone gives me one. I love this!

My Mom yells at me from a dark place but I can see her face, I ignore her, but everyone else seems not to even notice her.
The end, I wake up.


Awake i check the time, I had been asleep for only 2.5 hours!

July 26, 2011

Type: Lucid Dream.
Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
{telepathy in these brackets}

Exteremly long dream but I will stick just to the overview.

I was exploring a a bakery and there were people there from some of my past having a conference. I looked at them and a couple of them saw me and looked over to me. I knew if I went over to them I would be strengthening ties to my past but if I left i was strengthening my ability to start exploring options for a new future. I walked away from them a tiny bit sad and out of the bakery and out into the great big Manhattan like city.

There were a lot of different stores in small shops and some people walking around but not many. I felt really lucid and started practicing a theory the physical movement of the dream body relates to stronger actions like flying. I tried my punch method to fly and found it still was working good from other times I tried it. Oddly I couldn't not get higher than about 1 story up.

I remember thinking how I felt so much like myself!

I derided to look into some of the shops; a candle shop (boring), a ceramics shop (boring), the others looked much the same.

Its time to try exciting stuff! I'm going to fly like a cannonball through the walls of the shops from the outside in!
I did my punch maneuver and took off fast! I flew straight at a red brick wall! CRASH, through! Flew through shop into second wall; CRASH into next shop! CRASH through next wall! All the while merchandise was flying and falling all over. I slowed down and bumped into the last wall a pink wall of a woman's clothing shop.

Going through the walls felt like smashing through walls made of gram crackers or something like it.

I got up on my feet with racks of black blouses scattered all over the floor and walked out feeling a tad shameful for all of the destruction.

I looked back in the shops window and saw the shops saleswoman just standing behind the counter staring off into space like she was in a dream. I thought at her {why don't you notice all this mess?}and she "woke up" out her trance and looked around in shock unsure what she was seeing. Walking past the next store I crashed through the saleswoman was in the same trance but I let her be.

a
July 1, 2011

Type: Regular Dream.
Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

I am walking in a field and there is a dirt patch of a field for planting something like a lot of vegetables in like on a farm.

I see a horse and grab at him but he has a plow strapped top him so I grab that and plow the field but only one pass. So now there is a hugely deep "V" trench about 2 feet deep and there were tiny rows for seeds but my huge row has strangely bent them over on the side like the field was made out of rubber and I had sliced a cut into it and pushed to 2 sides together.


“Oh no”, a broad shouldered gray haired man behind me says, I can feel that he feels he is the farmer here. “You’ve ruined my crop” he said sadly. It was only one trench but I felt sad and knew the only way to fix it was to use my powers cuz you can’t unplow dirt.

I turned back to the field and put my hands like I am grabbing the ground from a standing position as I do to make earthquakes and brought on a small tremor to the field hoping the earth would rise and do away with the trench I made but no luck.

I tried a bigger tremor more like an earthquake and it shook me around a bit but the trench didn’t hardly move at all. Some of the DC's looked around a bit but they were not too concerned.

The only other power I had left to possibly do the job was telekinesis. I was going to try everything, if for no other reason than to see what works. I put my hands out to focus my power and concentrated on lifting the trench so it was level ground again. After concentrating when I looked again the trench was lifted but only in a small spot, I needed to think bigger. I expanded my vision of what needed to be done in my mind and went to it with only a little more power than the last try. This time it was complete, not perfect all over but certainly fixed. I was proud of my little accomplishment and let my grasp on the dream fall away.

I woke and committed the dream to waking memory.

a
6-18-2011


Type: Unknown
Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

I was laying in bed. I had just had a dream of being at a carnival and walking in front of a group of guys and one of them gave off this offensive/mean feeling towards me when I walked by.
It was all black now but I willed the dream back.

Only the images came back and they were black and white only, but in like a kind of negative color scheme. I wasn't sure if this was a working/running dream or if it was somehow frozen because there was no sound and I didn't see anything else moving.

I was where I was when the dream collapsed so I walked back to the group of guys again. As I walked I became in third person view but my physical feelings were 1st person. I watched myself from a lower right hand side. There the guys sat, I targeted the offensive guy with my mind and I threw him with my telekinesis toward the horizon. I could see him falling end over end, flailing his arms and legs trying to get control of himself while hurtling through the air. I calmly watched as he flew quite a distance before falling out of sight. I was amazed how I had no effort in throwing a 190 pound guy about 200 yards away, all I had to do was focus, believe, and move my hand a little.

There were still 3 guys there and I tried to think of experimenting with another power but oddly I couldn't think of any, not one! I tried still harder to think of them, I knew they were there but couldn't access them! Then the dream started to fragment, I couldn't concentrate on both with all this intensity and then dream collapsed leaving me in the darkness. Instantly my memory of my powers came back shortly followed by a feeling of "too late now"

a
June 12, 2011

My dreams can be pretty trippy but this one is especially out there.

Key:
My words in blue
{telepathy in these brackets}

There was a lot of chaotic dream elements and I was learning how to accept and incorporate my lucidity into such crazy dream scenarios. I let go of any preconceived notions of what things should be and sort of plugged my consciousness into the dream with no judgments. Places came and went DC's did the same or entirely changed, it was a lot of fun.

Then there was a vacant lot with puddles and junk in it. Then I am hopping over the fence then the puddles and junk. At the end of the yard there is a 2 story building that is covered in tan stucco. I walk to the building and there was in the middle of the cement patio a "wall of perception change" which looks like when extreme heat ripples the air but if you walk through it the scenery and time will change drastically, of course I had to walk through it. I have seen these rarely and they are always associated with high lucidity and intellectual heady events.

On the other side of the wall is a room in ancient home made out of mud brick. My lucidity increases, I can feel myself becoming more lucid to take all this in. Everyone standing around is dressed like ancient Aztecs! I ask myself {what is this place} and get two answers back. Again this is not the first time I have had this happen. In all instances I got back a telepathic answer and an auditory answer. This time the telepathic answer was "Azteca" but I heard the word "Uzbekistan". Unfortunately this time I disregarded the telepathic and kept the spoken word but at least there were no repercussions because of this.

The people were all smaller than me, very thin (bony really), and some of the men had spears, clubs, feathers, and ornamental war clothing on, I could tell there was something special going on. That's when I realized the 3 dead people in tied into hammock-like baskets and they were all wrapped in brightly colored blankets head to toe. I could feel everyone was on their best behavior and I wished I could help. They head warrior(?) there motioned for me to go to the dead so I did. A woman held before me rose like flowers on a platter and I picked a flower off and with a string attached 2 of them to each persons hammock/basket just above their heads.

"I hope I did that right"

Then I saw as if it was another room, in that room, and the dead were standing their spiritually with other ancestors standing chatting about things at their sides.

I looked at them and asked, "Did I do that {right}?"

Even though I asked it partially in telepathy one of them looked at me smiled and nodded in approval. I was very relieved.

Then the room went back to the wake(?). I saw behind each one of the dead was a sort of trellis made of two long tree saplings and tree vines woven in between the long sticks, in which each person's personal items that showed what they had accomplished in life, were hung with string. I realized everyone here knew these people and I started to feel out of place and then woke up.


Scrolling through tons of pictures this is almost exactly what I saw. No big head or body adornments and this guy looks like he could be one of them and who knows maybe he is.

a

May 25 2011

Key:

My words

My thoughts

Someone else's words

{information from telepathy, not spoken} {}

[Comments now] []
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There is a house that I can see through this gray fog…oh that’s my old house. Hmm, I feel like I could visit myself there.

The fog clears and I am in the road.

Wow looks like the old neighborhood but like it’s different, or a different place that has the same feel. Must a different dimension where my old neighborhood was laid out a little differently and a different me lives here.

I go up to a sign that feels like mine. It is one of those signs people can tow behind their cars and some times they park them some place. Instead of the letter slots it had a large plexiglass sign which could have other smaller signs attatched to it.

http://www.affordable-portable-signs...0SIGNS%201.jpg

It has tons of words on it and all of them extreme and religious with lots of “the Lord, REPENT NOW, GOD", and of course "THE END IS NEAR” all in yellow bold letters on a black background.

Ug, really? My other self is a religious fanatic? I feel sad.

I can still explore a bit.

There are a lot of houses around that look ones I knew but from a past dream.

The dreams fades.
....

I see some colors. The colors are becoming a sofa, and oh, there are two hot ladies on it that looked like their hair was from the 1960’s. I am kneeling on the floor in front of the sofa admiring the beauties, they are giggling and feeling nervous but adventurous. The one on the right takes off her top! The also brunette, and looking a lot like the one on the right, also takes off her top.

Your not pretty unless your topless.

Another brunette to the right sits down on the arm rest and giggles. I see up one of their dresses at their panties.

Ok time to take control of this dream and have some fun!

Dream fades to dark.

"Your not pretty unless your topless"? That doesn't sound like me, that's a sad thing to say.


I see something red. Oh, I see, it’s a blanket from my childhood home that was usually on my moms bed. This is my mom's room from my childhood. Wow this room is a mess! I never remember her keeping it this messy, she was a bit of a clean freak! I don’t feel her presence, maybe she’s on vacation. There must be something I need to do around the house but I can’t think of anything.

What was that movement? Oh it’s a cat…and another 2 cats. And a cat ran out from under the bed! I don’t recognize any of these cats and they all feel different than any cats I have known. Maybe I should feed them.

I walk to the kitchen.

Dream fades to black in mid strides.


I see a brick cinder block wall painted gray. There are lockers next to it. A girl (white 20 something shoulder length black hair) comes up to me and asks me something, I’m not sure what she just said, I am not fully integrated into this dream yet.

Umm, I’m not sure. (that should cover it)

She is giving me a quizzical look.

A guy (white late 20’s, dressed a little formal for school in a dress shirt and dress slacks): Hey whats up?

He seems worried.

Guy: What are you doing here?

?

He walks over to a bulletin board and looks at a paper on it listing something.
{he is looking at a class schedule.}

Guy: You are late for class! {by about 45 minutes! And this is the first day!!}

??

Guy: walks off shaking his head in disbelief.

The girl is still there watching this whole thing.

Wow 45 minutes. First days were sometimes the most important. I could miss it if the was an undergraduate class but this is a law school class. I can’t even go now! I haven’t done any reading at all, I am so toast now!! Well I can’t worry about it now, at least I can do whatever till that class is over.

Why is she staring at me like that?

I wake up.


[A black haired girl acting strange? I have to wonder if this anyone like the short haired girl I see so often in my dreams. She sure is close to it. And I do not have a "thing" for brunettes.]

a

4-26-11

Dream 1: Early Chaotic dream

I am in a car with a few other people looking at the destruction in the south from the tornados.
Driving around I realize I have taken some pictures of naked women on my camera and keep thinking about seeing what I have.

Then I am before a big TV screen trying to find my pictures. I then see that my mom has bought me some magazines but I’m creep out because they are sex mags.

I am fiddling with my camera and notice that the house is so big and that I am on the second floor and there is snow outside on the roof. I think it looks really nice outside covered in white snow, I then fall out the window but oddly no glass broke. I slide down the snow-covered roof but a friend [dream friend] comes out to help me and he slides around too, we are having fun. It is nice and cool outside and I have no fear of falling at all and then find myself on the ground walking through the snow.

Dream 2: Legal Group Suicide

There are a couple of vans with tinted windows pulling into a parking lot in back a group of businesses well out of public sight. As everyone piled out of the vans, I felt sad for them since they all had decided to die here today.

Apparently, there was a law against being in public view while committing suicide, not that the dead would care but there was a company that helped them kill themselves and their people here wore white medical coats and they all had different monitoring equipment. The people that were about to end their lives looked healthy to me but I got that they were supposed to be healthy enough to fully commit the act themselves.

The “patients” all sat around in a rough circle in folding chairs or standing, all with an attendant by their sides. All the attendants have the deadly agents, a white pill and a clear liquid in a small cup, there is also a water cooler set up to wash it all down if they choose. One of the attendants, an older woman walks to the center of the circle and says “One last chance to celebrate who they are!” [by this act]. Whenever they were ready they could now take their poison pill and drink the poison drink, some went right too it while some others talked, a few cried. Then they started to fall asleep for the last time.

I took one of the cardboard boxes they had but wouldn’t need now to a recycle bin. It was like a street in Manhattan at night in a dirty place under an elevated railroad [I don’t think they have those elevated rails in NY anymore].

A NY city taxi drove by to see if I wanted a cab but I didn’t.

I put the box in the recycle bin and there were three guys working there and they were fooling around with each other laughing. They started to dare each other and fool around by throwing pieces of their clothes at each other. Then they dared each other, who was going to take off their pants in public! While they were both saying “no you !” I saw a silver coin on the ground and picked it up and it looked like an Olympic coin because it had the Olympic circles on it [not sure if there is such a thing in rl].

Dream 3: Doorways

Lucid

I am in some kind of government built building like a school and the halls are empty. I realize this is a dream when I think of how boring this hallway is.

I think about making a doorway [I have read some posts about how some people who love creating doorways. Unfortunately these are not any of my true goals but for some reason they are really hard to recall in the dream.] and I make a doorway using my 2 hands to frame it and “shoot” it at the wall.

I am actually amazed that it worked!

I walk over to it my mouth hanging open and open the door only to see there is another door behind it! It’s a little white door with locks on it. I remember that I have to expect something in order to have something appear so I think ‘I don’t know what I want, surprise me!’
The door opens to a dark area like to a basement and without the slightest hesitation I jump in and pull the door closed. The door is now locked and I get a feeling to look in back of me and I see people walking in a hallway.
I’m loving this, the doorways are working and creating new pathways that can be all over the place!

I am walking out into a tourist trap of a store with all kinds of tee shirts, shot glasses, and local stones. I went to look out of the front doors but seeing just a parking lot I decided to create some wormholes.

I didn’t have any idea about what they were supposed to do so they didn’t work and were just colored circles on the carpet, one was actually deformed in the shape of a fish! The DCs were looking at this spectacle with some amusement one saying, “entertaining at least” with a big smile on his face.

I concentrated and shot a doorway with my hands to the floor and bam there was a perfect but small doorway on the floor. Again amazed, I knelt beside the little doorway and the other DCs gathered around. I concentrated to see something in this doorway and opened it, inside was a gray metal box! It had a few different compartments each with their own latches. I pulled it out and in one I pulled out a multicolored rock with a lot of little box-like crystals, it was very fragile and crumbly. I showed it to the bald shop owner so that maybe he could sell it but he was shaking his head at its lack of durability, I said “maybe a couple of bucks?”
I put it back and went for the big compartment in the center and pulled out 2 heavy and huge (about a foot long) crystals! They were clear quartz and had tiny flecks of gold in then. I figured they were worth maybe $200 each! [actually I’m sure in rl it would be 10 times that.] I decided not to put them back in the box just in case they disappear in there.

Then I see a waist high stone jar, big enough for a person to fit in, carved out of a brownish stone but sanded so thin it is like it’s made out of tan translucent glass. I tell a DC there “it’s Egyptian”, of course made for the pharaohs. I tap my finger on it and am surprised to hear it the vibration ring in a deep tone.

a
4-23-2011

Dream 1: Accounting Gold

I am in an accounting class but not in a boring classroom but in a theater and instead of using boring numbers we are counting gold ingots! Except for two, all of ours are small ingots from 10 oz to odd amount coins. We had little tables that came out of the theater’s seats to put our gold on. There was a lot of gold around and no one to watch us; I was amazed at this and thought how easy it would be to slip a ingot into my pocket without anyone ever seeing. This however was outside my personal moral code. I kept looking over the ingots and liking the feel of them, and how heavy they were for their little size, and marveling over how much these little things were worth.

Then everyone started cleaning up it was time to go and class was over. I scooped up the various gold items into our thick blue zippered sack. I then walked out like you walk out of a movie between those seats that are too close together.

Someone pointed out a gold coin on the floor that someone had dropped. For a second I thought ‘hmm, no one has a claim on this coin it could be lost, maybe I could stick it in my pocket. No that would look bad even if I wasn’t really stealing.’

I followed the class out into the hallway carrying my heavy sack and the gold coin. The class started to blend into the hundreds of people out in this hallway and I had no idea where this class’s room was.

I lost all the class’s people and spent about 10 minutes walking around holding that gold till I realized it just didn’t matter anymore.

I spent another 20 minutes or so walking around this huge building looking for that class. There was every conceivable type of career at work in the building, nurses, teachers, office workers, lawyers (they had a cool suite hallway, with mahogany walls and doors, where the lights where very dim just enough to look cool and so you could see comfortably), there was even a hair salon. I was the only one walking between all these; everyone else seemed to see nothing but their own career place.

I felt like I could take on any one of these careers if I simply thought I was in that career, it was almost like the place would ask me if I was one of the types that populated that area (career person or customer).

I got really tired of searching for the class and gave up.



Dream 2: Flying Experiments
The actual happenstances that took place during this dream are unimportant. The important aspects are the specific experiments and their results.
I knew this was a dream and decided to try different flying techniques.



The first technique I tried I have had luck with before; I talked to my subconscious self. “I want to go faster. No faster than that! OK I don’t care how, just as fast as possible!” WOOSSSSH!!! All kinds of trees and buildings wiz by!

This technique definitely works but is unpredictable and often too slow or too fast and it is usually hard to stop at the right point.


Next, I tried to use the point I wanted to arrive at as a pull. Thinking that ‘I want to go there’ but it works all too well getting you there and flying but at your normal height and speed, just like walking but flying. This takes way too long but I have great results stopping exactly where I intended. This also takes very little concentration to carry out and keep up. This is great in large crowds and over small distances. You’re going to lightly bump some people in a large crowd but I found that was OK as long as they weren’t hostile.


Then I tried the run and jump Superman style, this worked very well but was hard to speed up from the speed I started at. Very good to change height and got a lot of height too.

Then I tried to make things up on the “fly”, while flying around I tried stuff but the best was a fist push or swing. You punch or swing your fist forward as fast as you intend to go. This forceful act tells your mind the force at which you want to travel, as well as, seeing your fist move fast which is nearly as you want to go. I got great forceful speed out of this and great directionality, stopping was as simple as pulling my fist back and putting my feet down. I actually stopped faster than I usually ever do, and though there was some sneakers skidding on the ground, it worked very quickly.

This was the best technique I have tried and after flying into a middle school at breakneck speeds I decided it was time to wake up and record this technique but then I heard a administrator type yell to my direction “Check in is in the office!” A couple of parents and myself walked into the office and I immediately realized that I had no one in mind to see, what would I say was my purpose here? The secretary, whether a DC or a dreamer, was probably going to see me as a threat.
The secretary was blathering away to a parent “Oh yes! Oh yes, that’s great!” while I fumbled around with the write in-sheet.
There were 2 eagle pins on the top of the page and I took one off and looked at it. I felt this was a good time to disappear and wake up but as the dream started to fade I remembered that pin in my hand. Would the pin disappear with my disappearance? That would not be right if someone really like it so I concentrated back on the dream’s visuals, and once fully back in the dream, I put the pin back on the paper. I looked at it and marveled at the realistic details but had to get out of there before the secretary started to talk to me and things got crazy.

a
4-22-2011

I was aware this was a dream but did not have the awesome clarity and mental plasticity as a full LD.

I was also aware, on some level, of my dream goal of wanting to be a hero or helper and was expecting for this to show up during the dream.

Dream 1: Sarcasm

I was in a building that opened its doors into a dirty dusty courtyard. I thought ‘what a pathetic place.’ Unimpressed with this dream already, I still had to explore so I walked out into the dusty lot of a yard and walked toward a group of people I saw in a far corner. I then saw a boy (about 5 years old) at the opposite end, he was dirty and had raggy clothes. He was looking at a little blond girl his same age with mud on her face and on her torn clothes. Now I was angry at this dream giving me this out an infinity of interesting things I could be seeing. “Oh this is great.” “Oh its Mr. Little. And oh look, its Misses Little Ugg Lay.” I decided to walk in-between them and see what was up with them.
Before I got there a woman (white in her 60’s with obviously artificial brown hair) stopped me “Wait I need to take your blood pressure!” It was harmless and you never know it could become interesting. She put the cuff on my wrist then realized that was not the right place for it and put in on my bicep and pumped it up and started to count.
After she was finished I started to walk to the business men talking in the corner but the oldest one with gray hair said “Don’t.” So I walked a bit and thought about using telekinesis to rip the whole surrounding buildings down for kicks. Then this guy came towards me from that corner, now a little ways away, and said “Now if you don’t behave I will have to throw you out.” “Oh I wish you could throw me out” I said knowing he was no match for me. He then walks up on the wall defying gravity toward me and down on the ground closer to me shocks my arm a tiny bit with a bolt of electricity. I am unfazed. He then shoots a laser at my arm and cuts it open to the muscles inside which would be horrifying if this was not a dream and I was not the indestructible being that I am. Still it is a cool power I suppose. He stormed off.
A couple came out to me and threw down a picnic blanket. I felt their expectation that I was supposed to join them so I sat down and waited for the woman, who looked a lot like Dharma from the TV show Greg and Dharma

(the short haired girl in blond?), put everything in place. Sitting down I didn’t feel like myself any more, it felt a lot like when you wear a mask and you feel the difference of what you are supposed to be. “Wow this is great ain’t it?” I said sarcastically. I didn’t like what I had said but fortunately it was taken as me joking around. The woman put out the food which was the tiniest amounts of food amounting to 3 gray pees and a thumb sized spot of gravy. I then yelled “DON’T TOUCH! I DON’T WANT ANYBODY TO HAVE TOO MUCH!” I was shocked and thought ‘where did that come from?!’ The woman was sitting there in disappointed shock and the guy with us was like with his mouth hanging open. “I didn’t mean that” I muttered, “it’s perfect, it’s just a taste. Just a taste…” Embarrassed and unsure at what just happened I got up and walked off.


Dream 2: First Aid Hero

I was in a large parking lot like out front of a Lowes or WalMart and so I walked into the garden center area these kinds of stores have and someone behind me asked for help. It was a woman about 23 needing to get up high on to the shelved plants up high. She felt like I worked there and I felt that maybe I did in the real world and this was my dream from that life. I helped hook her up to some pipe on the ceiling so she could use it like a zip line but it didn’t work. A female manager came to us and criticized how I attached her to the pipe which made me hate the idea that I may work at a place like this. I thought about several ways to blow the store up but realized that chemical reactions don’t work in this dream world so no real explosion would happen.
‘Screw this’ I thought and headed for the outer fence of the garden center “where you going?” a female voice called out to me from behind, I completely ignored it.
At the fence I flew up a bit and passed through the chain link fence and flew over the parking lot to the woods. I tried to get some more height but could only get as high as the trees which I ran into. Then I saw a very large and pointed hill of dirt and thought ‘well this flat city really does have a “mountain” after all’ I chuckled to myself. I let myself float onto this hill but then saw a lot of ants on the hill, and was for a moment scared that they’d bite me, but remembered they can’t bite me in a dream.
I drifted toward the highway where there were cars and 18-wheelers speeding by. I floated into the traffic but was too high for the cars. Then in another lane 18-wheeler tipped over on its side and skidded my way. I couldn’t get enough height and the truck hit me but I felt no pain it just bumped me up into the air more. Seeing the truck on the side of the road on its side, I flew over and opened the door and went inside to see the driver had a lot of scrapes and a bloody wound on his chest. I spun into hero mode, at least from my certification in First Aid, and dressed his wounds in record time. Then I knew the last instruction is to wait for the emergency crews ‘I did enough here, this was successful, I can go now’ I thought and woke up to record this dream.