dream fragment

This dream, which I meant to write down yesterday, is a fragment. I recalled some of it yesterday (Thursday) morning. I recalled a more vivid dream this morning which I'll post later in a separate entry.
I was at a factory, where loads of people were shopping at various booths, almost like a convention. At this place were the four Best Friends Zaibatsu, whom my girlfriend and I hung out with, watching video games and anime.
Not the most exciting dream, but I jotted it down nonetheless.

Forest - fragment

I was doing something with a shovel in forest.

Warning myself

I was in school. I entered a classroom and sat near a guy in grey hoody. He was somehow weird. After a while I realised that I'm sitting near myself. I looked closer at me, and saw that there is a bug, which bites painfully. I tried to warn myself, but when I did it, I woke up.

Recall: 4/10. I woke up with a crystal clear memory of what I was saying to a DC just before waking, but the context is lost:

"My short-term memory is phenomenally good. Better than most people. I test extremely well. That's how I got this far in academia. But my long-term memory is absolute shite." I go with the British pronunciation for emphasis. "It's like living with a disability. About half the people I know, if they come up to me, I have no idea who they are. I've been living with this my whole life, so I can usually bluff my way through it. Half the time, at least they look familiar, and I spend the whole conversation trying to remember where I've seen them before and what their name is. But the other half of the time, I don't remember ever even having met them."

Hey Dream Views! So I've gone on yet another hiatus from lucid dreaming and the site, but I am back at it once again. I'm attempting to do a mixture of ADA and DEILDing this time around(and DEILDs are a bitch!), and I'm really hoping for some success. To make things short with why I've been jumping on and off, I will simply say that I'm going through a very hectic time in my life; I'm on the final stretch of senior year, and there is a lot I have on my shoulders right now. I have not had a lucid dream in a couple months, and I blame it on my stress and lack of effort, but mainly the stress. I could still pull one per month without trying(I've been practicing lucid dreaming for five years, so I assume they come naturally every once in while now).

However, last night things turned around. I found some new desire to return to one of my favorite hobbies after having a long discussion with a friend about lucid dreaming. I forget how it came up, but she didn't know much about it, and I gave her "the rundown." She is now wanting to explore the great world of lucid dreaming, and after our discussion I had the biggest nostalgia rush I've had in awhile. This inspired me to fully return to this practice, and have some good fun for old time's sake. I had a short discussion with a fellow lucid dreamer also on hiatus today who feels the same way now that our mutual friend is trying to come into this.

Nonetheless, there will be some bridges to cross. My stress level is over 9000 right now, and I have also been losing a lot of sleep. Over the past month I've slowly been trying to DEILD, but with no success. I'm determined to try harder now however, and I've also taken up an old method I used called All-Day Awareness(ADA). And as I'm about to do in this same entry, I will try my hardest to log my dream recall to my best ability. Sadly, my recall is less than desired too, but patience will hopefully win this battle. Bottom line, I'm back and ready to give this another go.

TL;DR I'm back.

Now for the actual dreams I recall from last night:

Entry 1

There isn't much to say here, just some notes. I recall being in some sort of public building with some friends, and then there was a tornado warning issued. We took shelter, and sadly that's about all I remember.

Entry 2

Not too much here either. I recall being in Florida, and it is the end of my spring break(dreaming about the end of spring break was almost as sad as it actually ending). My friend Matt volunteers to drive me home, as long as I agree to make a pit stop at some fast food restaurant(that doesn't exist IRL). I agree, and as we're packing up, our friends begin setting up to have a drag race of some sort. All of them pull up one at a time, coming around a dirt road at really high speeds to show off before the race. My friend even ended up hijacking a school bus for the race! Just as things are setting up for the race, my memory cuts off. Not sure if it was the end of the dream, or if I just forgot the end.

Two nights ago:

I was at my old high school, in the gym. I don't think it was gym class though, nobody was else there. I've made my high school a dream sign and RC'd in the dream. But for some reason the nose pinch RC didn't work, and I didn't become fully lucid.

Last night:

I had a false awakening. I was laying down under a blanket. I could feel Manei's ora (or that presence she gives off) in the room; she was laying right beside me. And I was instantly mega-lucid, and thinking really clear.

I was in a room where everything was made of cut polished stone. The room had the layout of a room in my dad's parents (the ones who are still alive) house, and the general feel of it. There was no glass in the window. Just a white curtain blowing gently in the breeze.

There was a really old TV with a wooden case was sitting where their flat screen TV is IWL. It was on but it was just showing static. Every once in awhile I would see the face of a bald man with a fat neck flash onto the screen. The volume was turned down low and I could barely hear the white noise.

The sofa had been replaced with some thick mats on the floor and there were vines growing all across the walls. Outside the sky was orange and there was a big purple and blue ringed Jupiter planet taking up a good portion of the sky.

I got up, and thought of my dream goals. I was trying not to wake up Manei as well, but I guess I didn't do a very good job.

"Where you going?"

"To go find Jack and make friends with him. You wanna come?"

"No. You no go either. Just like TV, you always on. Work hard is good, yes, but need to relax sometime."

I lay back down with her. She put her arm around me and started to go back to sleep.

"Great... no getting away now..."

I stayed with her for a few minutes. I was still feeling restless though, and I really wanted to go and get something done. I started doing affirmations and trying to keep the dream stable. I then remember staring at the ringed gas planet in the sky. I was trying to make out details in a storm, and noticed that I could see it slowly spinning.

"Relax. Too much tension. I feel it."

I started to relax. I was still thinking a lot about my reality, but I started to relax and just enjoy the moment. I was startled back to 'reality' when My grandmother came home. I heard her open the door, set her purse and keys on the counter and walk into the living room. It was only now that I noticed that the kitchen (connected to the living room) was completely normal.

She walked in and got really confused.

"*duck quack*! who are you people!?"

The two of us got up. I started laughing at the duck quack sound. Manei thought it was funny too. My grandmother started yelling for help, that there were strange people in her house.

...

There was some other alternate part of this dream where she was hugging me and the two of us were spinning around. The environment kept shifting. (Double dream spinning...?)

Morning of April 15, 2015. Wednesday.



This was a long but uneventful dream where I am living on Loomis Street in my older sister (deceased) Marilyn’s house. My sister is as she appeared over twenty years ago for the most part. I seem to be only around eighteen years old. The main theme of my dream is some sort of realization that I actually have no home (even though my belongings are in my sister’s house) but instead, somehow live in the night and take to the sky at the end of each day to “go home” (recurring). I seem to have no memory of events that occurred since around the end of 1990 (which is proof that the so-called “storehouse of memory” - contrary to what people claim - is not active during sleep in many cases - with over twenty years of fulfilling history not accessed or “remembered” at all). When I wake, I am always grateful for my wife and family and that I live in a house, and even that I am “still me” even though I am much older.

Still, in such dreams, there is a deeply personal sense of the ability to survive just by flying into the night sky and spending each night soaring about, never tiring. Part of this characterization of myself may relate to how all of my beliefs and experiences are so vastly different than that of anyone in mainstream society. It is not so much like “living in darkness” (or “living within night”) as it is living and moving far beyond what the majority of people have ever known or experienced - that is, living almost entirely beyond the “comfort zones” and self-imposed limitations of others. That seems to be the valid metaphor in this type of dream - to soar and live in mystery with a great feeling of comfort and a sense of trust and natural continuity - to not care at all about what other people think or believe - because of what has already been experienced and validated in so many positive ways.

There is also an unusual conversation in the last part of my dream which seems to last a fair amount of time. My sister and I are playing some sort of card game, I think, but sometimes when I say something, she has a look of surprise on her face and starts talking about how what I said had been in her dream of the night before. It seems curious (in conscious afterthought) to be in a dream, not lucid in any way, and hear someone else in my dream referring to my dream in a way that is assumed to be “real” and being an event that was precognitive to their apparent earlier dream (again, all the while not realizing I am dreaming myself). I do not think I have had a dream of this particular nature before where someone else assumed my dream to be real, yet also a confirmation of a supposedly foreshadowed scene from their dream. It is rather amusing in a way.

April 14, 2015

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All I really remember was a dream in which I was lying in bed, trying to fall asleep. I've not been sleeping well lately, so I'm not even quite sure whether this was a dream or not. Except that I could feel myself very slowly, almost imperceptibly, falling through my bed. This kind of sensation has happened before while I'm awake but it was so strong here and after a while I noticed that I was indeed at the bottom of a deep hole in my mattress. It was a sudden realization. It was like that saying where you put a crab in cold water and set it to boil; the water heats up slowly so the crab doesn't realize it's to hot until it's too late (and for some reason, my brain keeps trying to insert a pickle in this pot of boiling water. No, brain. A pickle is not going to care if the water's boiling or not...). I was sinking so slowly I didn't really notice the change until a random moment of "HOLY SHIT THERE'S A HUGE HOLE AND I'M AT THE BOTTOM OF IT."

I recall only brief moments. It was a continuation of The Road to Nowhere dream. I recall walking on the roadside. The old sailor stopped and ate raspberries, while I turned left and went for the mountains. I slowly climbed up, and woke up before reaching the peak.

Too much drinking

The dream started with me in a very simple room. 4 walls, 1 roof, and 1 floor, and nothing else. Though I had the feeling that it was a police interrogation room as one of the walls had one-way glass (I couldn't see through it.) and a door next to it, and I couldn't open it. I remember having a bottle of alcohol in my hand and I remember being drunk. Suddenly, I started to question my reality, asking, "Why do I think I'm in reality?" and also saying, "I could be dreaming." and then I continued saying my mantra which is "I'm dreaming". All the while looking at my surroundings. When I looked at my hands to do an RC (Though I couldn't really see them well as it was blurry (or I just don't recall the image of my hands)), I realized that I was dreaming. Then I said "I'm not going to do anything in the dream because I feel too drunk". I can't even believe myself anymore ;_;. I continued drinking and eventually woke up.

Well that was exciting and unexpected as a first (recalled) lucid dream! I feel as though I was only semi-lucid in the dream. I think I've been doing my RC's wrong. Usually, I do what I've been doing in my dream while trying to remember what I did 5 minutes ago. Then I proceeded to that RC and repeated my mantra. Of course I've been putting the thought that I REALLY WAS dreaming during these procedures, but it didn't really take full effect in the dream. Maybe it was because my hands were blurry, should I combine the hands RC with another one, or change my Reality Checking procedure? Or am I right, but I need to give it more time?

Scare

I turned off my laptop the wrong way (Did it abruptly by pressing the same button you use to turn it on). I felt afraid that it would damage it. (Dream Fragment).

Awake
Lucid
Non-Lucid
Thoughts

Threats

My sister was threatening me for my laptop. I felt threatened (Dream Fragment)

On the bus

I was on the bus with a cousin of mine. He kept joking around with me and I felt angry and annoyed. I look out of the window and notice two of the exact same people sitting next to each on another bus.I wonder how I never noticed that.My cousin starts talking to me again and then he claims that he was talking to the girl who was sitting across from us.I forgot anything that happens after here.

The mad murderer

I was walking on a sidewalk near the edge of a park in this neighborhood. No one else was around, and I felt as though there was another person with me but that was earlier in the dream which I don't remember. I was walking with my french teacher and we were holding hands as though I was a little boy holding my mother's hand.Again, how do I not notice the awkwardness of this?We keep walking and this voice appears out of nowhere saying that there's a murderer around the area so apparently we were supposed to stay in the same place until further notice. I felt as though that voice was a policeman, so we both follow his orders. Suddenly, when looking behind us, a large group of people walking individually (they weren't walking together, they seemed to be separate) were approaching us. Some of them were covered in hoods. Me and the teacher decided that we should run because one of them might be the murderer. So we started casually walking away then start running. As we thought, a person from the group started sprinting towards us. We turn on a three way intersection, with us being in the middle, towards the right. We then turn left on this wide paved alleyway. We thought it was a dead-end but it really wasn't. Lol? I then yelled "Get away!" and whipped a plastic bag with something inside towards his right che. The murderer then started running away.Apparently murderers' weakness are plastic bags with unknown contents? I chased him all the way back towards the intersection, and by this time, due to lack of attention towards the teacher she ceased to exist. By this time, the group of people made their way towards the intersection and one of them body checked the murderer to the wall. Then he proceeded to tying him up with his limbs. He would put his legs in a sit-up position and put his arm under it, and would tie it in knots somehow. The murderer managed to escape, but he repeated his knots. I then had some other dreams I'm unaware of orI woke up.

Well, I wound up falling asleep around 5:00pm last night. I woke back up at 8:00pm, then went back to bed at 2:00am and woke up at 7:00am.

I was really hoping something like that wouldn't happen. I'm kinda on a mission right now...

Something to do with being my female self in a swimming pool. There were two other girls in there. One of whom had her head on backwards and a scar going around her neck. I remembered her from another dream where she had been decapitated. Supposedly the only way for someone to re-attach the nerves to her head was to attach her head backwards.


I remember something about being in the student center building on my college campus.


Something to do with a giant blue robot.


DawnEye11 made this animated video explaining how Dawn protected her from this abusive man.


I was a part of this criminal group that was designing spacecraft to attack the earth. (Because, you know... that's what your normal criminal groups do... hire random people to design their space fleet.) I was in this large warehouse like room. They had captured these wealthy businessmen and tied them to pillars. They were trying to get information out of them by throwing these little ninja stars into them.

Something to do with getting inducted into this group on Dreamviews. Spellbee2 was involved. They did this weird thing where they made trading cards for everybody. My card had this lizard wearing a hat and smoking from a pipe wearing a robe. It had some kind of special power. I wrote a PM to... I think Sageous saying that the card didn't make sense and I didn't understand how it was supposed to represent me.

I stole hemp seeds covered with dark chocolate from Safeway and ate them. I was shopping with my brothers and asked my brother Peter to buy Quinoa oil and that I would pay him back. Later I had rocks and was showing them to Peter and then my rocks disappeared. I was at a restaraunt and chaos was happening. I forget most of the dream sadly. The rocks were rainbow and they kept dissapearing and reappearing.

Late entry, but late is better than never.

first dream i was in some sort of tall building out on a balcony, scenery resembled old town from the game dying light. I look across about 100 yards away from the balcony, a small concrete bunker on a cliffside. I tell the group of people i am with i want to go there to meditate to improve my dream abilities and they laugh at me but i go anyway. I go into the bunker down an open hatch on the roof, down a all concrete staircase into a all concrete room with some yard supplies. i forget wy i am there and I grab a wheel barrow and collect some things. i go deeper into the bunker and end up in the finished basement of my old house, but it is dark. It is a room with the staircase in the middle dividing it into two sections of room. one with carpet and one with tile, and "tongue and groove" wood walls. I feel fear for some reason and leave. i go out the basement, back up the concrete stair entrance leaving the wheel barrow at the base of the stairs. i turn for a moment and stare at it, and it suddenly get thrashed, flipping over spilling all its contents, like something from a ghost movie and i very quickly run away from there. i am now all the way down the mountain on the road, with no transition between the two. I am talking to my friend somewhat frantically about the incident.

I wake up, throat dry so i grab the water next to me. forgot to do at least a basic wbtb.

This dream below would have been more complete had i wrote it down this morning.

I am in a classroom. its dark colored, faded wallpaper, really run down. The teacher decides to showcase a video of what i had done earlier in the dream, except instead of watching it the dream changes and I am now living this scene. I am in a very dark house, or asylum, or building, not quite sure but go with the flow. There are a series of long long dark hallways and the power is out. It is storming outside and lighting lights the room every once in a while. I see the silhouette of a ghost in one of the flashes, wait a minute and walk down the hallway to see it. now my family appears with me, but quickly disappears when i look down the next hallway. i assume the ghost did something. I see old t-shirts on the ground and pick them up thinking i may need them. The lightning flashes again, i see the ghost again at the end of the hallway and i start to run straight for it this time, it goes down the next hallway 90 degrees to it. there is another shirt at the intersection and i pick it up, look up to see the ghost flying at me. I have no time to react and it stops me. it is a pale older woman, wearing all gray dull clothing. she has no pupils, the dead eyes completely white. then the dream ends

usually dreams of horror themes never bother, gotta say these two in a row made me a bit skittish in my dreams. they usually help me become lucid, resizing this isnt real, but not this time!

I was at a grocery store that my dad owned, eating cheesecake, my brothers were there too. I became lucid and walked out of the store and walked down a hall where there were guards and told the guards I lost my passport and that my name was Cali Sylvers. In the room was a celebration for a queen. When I told them my name they put one clippy on me. I walked to where there were people and all of them had clippies on them and they put more on me. I worked together with another girl to remove the clippies I took hers off and she took mine off. One person used super strength to remove a clippy. Me and another boy started to fly, we said, we can have superpowers, I can fly. I was about to open the window to fly out of the room but the boy said don't wake up the person that put the clippies on us, and I just opened the screen from the bottom and flew out, waking the person, who wondered what was happening. Then I woke up.

Some kind of video game or simulation that involved building a battleship and fighting the opponent. People had built really humorous ships in order to win. Somebody built a ship that would always flip over sideways and had a big gun on the opposite side so that gun would land on top when the ship flipped over.

Somebody else made a ship that was basically a small tugboat with one giant gun battery on it.

I felt like I was watching a Let's Play or something. (Funny because I think that LPs are a waste of time.) The guy was talking about how you got money to upgrade your ship in the game. But when he won the battle he won a lot of money ($50,000) but you had to pay to repair your ship so he only ended up profiting $1000.

He got really mad and quit the game.

-WBTB-

I had some kind of reality editing or manipulation tool that allowed me to build things. I constructed a pool in the front yard of my house. However, I was not in the front yard of my own house, but rather a different house unfamiliar to me IWL. I don't really know where it was, but it was built on a hillside.

Because of that, I ended up making three pools, and I placed a pump and waterfall system that would fall through all three pools. I had also added my own room underneath the uppermost pool, because I didn't have a place to stay at this house.

I was really excited when I was finished and ran to get the owners of the house. I turned on the pump that would start the waterfall but it didn't seem to be working. The water was bubbling up into the top pool filling it to a few inches, but then it would sink back down into the drain.

...

I was in the room I had constructed beneath the top pool. I heard someone knock on the window. I peeked through the blinds and saw a tall asian boy. I figured I would let him in.

When I opened the door I saw he had a .50 cal sniper rifle aimed at me. He jabbed it into my stomach. This guy was p*ssed off.

"Are you Estevan [Gibberishlastname], Graduate from Minnesota Institute of Technology?!?!"

I was strangely calm given the circumstance, but I still put my hands up. Blame semi lucidity. The same semi-lucidity I had while building the pool with reality altering powers.

"What? No. You got the wrong guy."

"Oh..." *puts giant gun down* "sorry. You look like him."

...

I was at the cafe in my college, still with that same character. He looked a little different now. His hair, that had been sort of a mop head/bowl cut before was now buzzed short. His skin tone seemed a little darker too. He was also wearing one of the shirts from my Taekwnondo studio.

He was telling me something about how he liked big guns and dating girls. He started losing himself talking about this girl that he had a crush on. His English, that wasn't very good to begin with broke down into either Korean or simply dreamspeak.

My reason to believe it was Korean was the fact that my Taekwondo master showed up and started talking to him in the incomprehensable language. He told me that English was not his first language. I told him I knew that, and I could help him practice by talking to him.

-WBTB-

False awoke in my college dorm. I RC'd and became lucid.

I can't even remember the lucid dream, or that much of it. I felt like it went on for a long time.

I remember leaving the dorm and doing a successful nose-pinch reality check. I just remember, in general, being really lucid.

I do remember trying to get out of the dorm building a couple times. I tried phasing through walls. I remember going partially through. Passing though the wall felt like passing through a thick liquid, but then it became solid and I couldn't continue pushing through. I stepped back and there was an imprint of my body in the wall.

I then decided to try phasing through the window. A similar thing happened. I started to push against the glass and it felt liquid. When I was about halfway through the glass turned solid. When I backed away from the window, there was a 3D imprint of my body there too.

I remember thinking of Blobularwindmil's dare. I still need to do it and I've been really sloppy with getting goals done ever since I destroyed the lucid barrier. I remember thinking that I already did it, but what I had done was really lame. I had a memory of drawing a long tablet shape on a paper and making it into a Popsicle stick. I'm not sure if that was a false memory or not.

I made my way downstairs to simply exit through the door. The RA was sitting at a table by the door with some other DCs. She said that she wanted to talk with me for a moment. I sat down at the table with her and her friends.

"Why does the boy with the [something] who's eyes do not mach come to into our world and [gibberish] when he is confined. No matter how hard we hold him down, he can still [gibberish]"

I'm bad at quoting DCs.

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I had a false awakening where I woke up and started to put my dreams in on Dreamviews. I remember my laptop had been replaced by this really old computer, it looked like it was from the 90's.

I saw that I had a bunch of PMs from DawnEye11. They were really sad messages saying that I had left Dreamviews without saying goodbye.