dream fragment

Okay, I may have had my REAL first lucid.

This was part of a larger dream, but I forget most of the details. The important section was this:

I was with two other people. I think a teenage girl and an older guy (who kinda looked like George Carlin, IIRC). We were going to do some sort of thing to help me get a lucid (how convinient). After I "went to sleep" (it really seemed more like a scene jump), I "started" dreaming and the two of them were standing in front of me. Not-George Carlin starts trying to walk me through everything, but I get a feeling of suspiscion and look around the room, ignoring him. I interrupted him and said, "I think this is a dream." I pinch my nose and breathed successfully a few times. I looked at my hand and it was screwy. The two people looked at each other and Not-George said to me, "Well done." They disappeared and I looked around some more, but the far ends and hallways were being engulfed by darkness, so I started spinning, but to no avail. I think it ended so quickly because I expected it to, which I'll avoid later.

I think this was a true lucid because my actions and feelings felt like I was consciously doing them, though the events before and after still give me doubt.

This whole situation with D. is wrecking me up. Hardly sleep at all anymore.
Around 6 am tried a WBTB with following meditation. Couldn't relax then the guy next door gets a delivery (on Sunday morning!!). Had a short dream about my cat dying. He died ten years ago. But last night he died again in my dreams. Maybe I should take a break from everything. It's just too much right now

Dream fragment: I'm laying in my bed, I'm messing with my teeth with my tongue. I feel one of my back teeth wiggle and it makes a click noise. I panic and run to the bathroom and look in the mirror. I put my hand in my mouth and tug at the tooth very gently, but it falls out, I take it out and look at it, it's completely translucent, but i see tan things in there. I panic and think that my retainers won't work anymore and my teeth will begin to migrate, but then when i tongue the spot it fell out from I feel a brand new tooth like a polished little mountain poking out and I feel relieved and that this is even better because the other one was see through and this one is bright white.

I was in a marsh kind of area. There was a girl who was making surf boards out of stretch insects and sea creatures. I took one of her surf boards and she became angry. I spent some time fiddling with the board, basically it looked like a large spikes caterpillar that you had pry open. The girls anger towards me seem to increase but I was confused as to why she didn't like me so I finally chased her down and talked it out with her( I don't remember any of the dialogue).

Then I was in California watching from a distance people surfing. There was some discussion about which is the best kind of surfboard and mine was not one of them. The tourists jumped over the barrier and kind of got in the way of the surfers. Then some of them headed down the cliff which was past the ocean they were at. Then in an instructional film style( like ones you see at a resort) it explained why the surfers were up in that water. It started where the surfers were then panned out to show that they were on a body of water on a huge cliff. Then it panned out to show the coral reefs by the cliff and where a huge long drop to bottom of the ocean began. Then it went back to the tourist making there way down the cliff. They jumped from one platform to another. They made it to the bottom and were at the waters edge. One of the tour guides was bragging and then she slipped of the cliff and fell in the water. She jumped back up but was embarrassed. The tourist were angry they couldn't physically see the drop. Then I piped in and explained that it was because of the perspective. Giant waves started to form and the tourist were scared they would get hurt. They asked the male your guide and he said "I sure hope not"this made them pretty mad.

Morning of January 11, 2014. Saturday.



Throughout my life since earliest childhood, it has been typical for me to have an average of at least one fairly vivid fire dream per week (but usually environmental or on the outside of my body, not internal) - not quite as often as water dreams (but both of which seem to greatly enhance vividness, even lucidity). Recently, they have increased dramatically (the last one being of walking up a burning staircase similar to the scene from “The Changeling”). There are a few different types of fire dreams, including some of very realistic fire and some of a more bluish “cool” fire-like form mixed in with the normal orange flames that has a more positive presence.

In this last otherwise uneventful dream, I am living in Cubitis yet again (with my wife and family). The neighbor’s house to the south has recently been vacated. The very fact that the house is now without occupants causes a fire to start mysteriously (without needing a person to be involved in any way), yet “automatically” as if there is some sort of rule or likelihood that a house must spontaneously catch on fire as soon as there are no people living in it for a few days or so (not sure of the time required). (During a time in La Crosse years ago, vacant boathouses were being burned deliberately, both apparently officially as well as illegally.)

I am looking out the window and watch mostly their carport and part of the front of the house burning for several minutes (after only sensing it will start up with no signs of fire to that particular point), making no attempt to call the fire department for some reason, almost as if it is meant to be, like some sort of natural, expected, and common event. There is only a vague sense of concern that our house might also catch on fire (as the flames become quite large and almost a bit horizontal at some points - the houses are fairly close together as well), but it does not dominate my dream at any point. There is still a vague idea that they have not completely moved out yet and may return to attempt to pick up one or two more things, as I think I see a cooler and a bit of fishing gear on the northern side of their carport, but it looks like it will just all burn up, at least on the inside (being a concrete block home with knotty pine and plain wood panels in only some of the rooms).

1. [Non-Lucid]
Visited my best friend/love interest, I got to her house and couldn't get in because there where huge steps at the back and front door, her dad decided to rip 1 of the brown wooden doors off a cabinet and placed it over the step at the front door the, {I felt shock and embarrassment after he destroyed a piece of furniture for me} honestly I barely remember anything about this dream but, I saw her and that made me so happy to remember that.

Fragments:
I'm on a passenger plane waiting for an ambi-lift thingy so I can unboard I think

2. [Non-Lucid]
My nose started to bleed out of my left nostril {I thought to myself that this is odd because I never bleed out of the left nostril} so I held a tissue against it, now I appear to be laying down and my Nan & Uncle are holding tissues on my nose to stop the bleeding, it stopped after a few minutes, I'm now at College in a classroom worrying that my nose will bleed again.

Red - Non Lucid
Green - Semi Lucid
Blue - Full Lucidity

I was somewhere out in the wilderness. I explored for a couple of minutes and found a massive spaceship crashed into the earth - the shape was similar to that of a frisbee. I touched what seemed like the entrance of the spaceship and it opened. The interior was purple and green. The floors were plain purple and the walls were green with paintings on them. I looked around and saw an old man with a turquoise skin colour. His hair was grey and he was sleeping on a broken brown arm chair. I walked through a blue door to see a hole in the floor of the spaceship which lead to the ground outside. I looked down the hole to see a woman with the same turquoise skin and wearing a green dress. Her hair was purple and she was holding a blue sword. She was slashing at some weird monsters that seemed to be part tree. She saw me and gave me a weapon. She did not like me and in fact she gave me a look of disgust when she looked at me. As we were clearing out this deep cavernous hole from monsters a monster attacked me from the back and killed me.
It was another dream, and I woke up in a village. I was in a bed, almost as if I'd been resting from the adventure I had.

I started thinking about my other dream and wondered what happened.

I lost my semi lucidity and was looking around at the room. The walls were made of wood and had various paintings about. There were chairs, a desk with some notes on it and a window which I looked out of. Through the door came bursting through the woman in the green dress. She was caressing me and worrying about me. Not because I was injured but because of something else which I do not recall.

I was somewhat lucid, and I was practicing my maneuvering skills. I was in third person, but couldn't seem to control my perspective. But no matter, this allowed me to better see what I was doing and where I was.
I was out over the ocean. There were these high tech towers with platforms out on the sides of them, set up in a long row. Supposedly this was some kind of course that was set up for lucid dreamers to practice their abilities. Beyond the towers were a couple of tropical islands about a mile away.
So there, I was just jumping from tower to tower. I was doing very well with... this and sometimes was even able to skip a platform or two and glide past them.
I get to the end of the course, and there is my dream-guide. I go back into first person mode. We sit on the last tower and start talking about... heck I don't recall now. (I woke up and wrote down not enough of the key points about this lucid dream at 2:00am by the light of my toy redstone lamp.) But the important part of our discussion was the part that I remembered. She started talking about teaching me "Jumping the Dream". (Is that the new Jumping the Shark?! I don't know. The dream is trying to make some bad joke here, but I don't get it.) I had two interpretations of that phrase. One was literal. Like what I had been just doing. Jumping in a dream. The other one was that it was shared dreaming, as in you were jumping to other people's dreams.
Okay, I don't remember learning squat about "jumping the dream". So I told her that.
And here's where the dream gets weird. After saying to her, "I don't recall learning this" she... er well she did something and I suddenly recalled two more lucid dreams. They felt like they were from the past two days. And here be the creepy part. When she helped me to remember them, It felt like she was the one who had done something to make me forget them.

Forgotten Lucid #1: was where we had talked about "Jumping the Dream". The only imagery I can recall is sitting with her somewhere discussing just that.

Forgotten Lucid #2: supposedly consisted of some kind of practice for "Jumping the dream" I can't recall any imagery.

Hang on. Am I missing something? So you taught me how to "Jump the dream" whatever the heck that means. You spent three nights now where I was lucid dreaming and for the first two nights you bother explain and teach this stuff to me only to do some dream guide hocus pocus and make me forget the dreams, then on the third night remind me of these other lucid dreams that I may or may not have actually had, and make me think that you taught me about something that I have no idea what it is.

What the heck?

Fragment#1 I was observing sharks ( well I didn't actually appear to be in this dream) but there were researchers watching sharks. One shark would eat another one then sink to the bottom. This happened three time in a row and each time the sharks belly would expand and become larger. This is just a side note but I am pretty sure they were bullsharks. The whole scene if viewed like within a picture plane took place on the bottom left side. If felt pretty smooshed to the bottom left side( this is kind of difficult to describe). Fragment#2 I was walking in a mall and had a plate of food in my hand. Went to the centre on the mall and there were two picnic benches. I sat down and began to shovel corn nibbles into my mouth. Just kind of gazing up and eating the corn. The next table to my right had two children and there parents and they were whispering that they knew me. They had the debate for a while and finally the little boy said I know you. Then scene panned out to where I saw myself from the Boys perspective and all I could see was my eyes black covered the rest. I then started to pick corn pieces out of my hair( I thought this was pretty funny). Then person at my table said its because I was only eating corn and she pointed to a huge platter which I got the feeling I was supposed to eat. I declined and left. I categorized these as fragments cause I felt there was so much more that I left out.

Woke up around 3:20 am with terrible toothache. Took pain killers. Went back to bed. Was awake for two more hours. Rolling around not able to relax or fall back asleep due to my toothache.
Only remember a dream fragment in which my boss calls me and asks me about a project on which I'm working on in my waking life as well.

I was riding on the school bus with C. I should probably note that the bus was not on its usual route. She was telling me about how she had gotten her hands on some "illegal music" and wanted me to hear it. She got out a CD case as well as a CD player (way to go oldschool.)
We both put on headphones and began listening. The music turned out to be really innocent sounding guitar and piano pieces with no vocals. I asked her why the music was illegal, but she did not respond.

Collection of fragments:

-I was riding the school bus (may have been the same dream) but I was standing ontop of the school bus. I got to see a third person view of myself. I was wearing a black jacket.

-Something to do with seeing a black energy orb with a white band across it.

-Something to do with a tropical location, had a beach and some palm trees.

-Something to do with a baby.

I'm standing behind a white pickup truck holding a shovel. The tailgate is down and the back has about 100 turtles in it. I scoop one up with the shovel and it's about the same size as the metal part of the shovel. I set it down in the sand on the ground next to the truck.

Morning of January 9, 2014. Thursday.



This is fairly short in detail, but not that short a dream. Five of my friends from my school days have died (possibly at the same time), including males Steve W and Bill W. There may be only one female in the group - I am mostly only certain of two of the male identities (perhaps a third being John C, who swallowed a tack in fifth grade and he thought he was going to die, but nothing happened to him from that event). I am at a computer at my (seeming) home at one point - I think I am facing south, but it is an unfamiliar apartment. For some reason, my five friends are to be entombed in my house.

I have a small “coffin”, possibly only about three or four feet long, yet somehow all five of the full skeletons fit in the one box longways (not sure why all five are supposed to be put together - they were not related in real life). There is a bit of sadness (not intense) and a vague thought regarding my own mortality. I am to store the “casket” near the computer desk. Logically, to be skeletons, either they had died some time ago (which does not seem to be the case) or some special method was used to both shrink and reduce them to only bone. I also am not even sure if they had been interred elsewhere for some time. This other character (unknown) just shows up and the theme unfolds.

I do notice that their skulls seem a bit “too small” at one point, yet realistically, they were correct size in my dream on afterthought, yet somehow they all still fit full-body in the box. There does not seem to be any logical reason why I am to be the “caretaker” of their bones (other than perhaps that I am the only remaining living one alive of their age or group, or perhaps class regarding a certain grade - unsure). As of this writing, they are all still alive.

In another dream, we are back living at Duffy Street and my father comes by with a few bags of groceries. For some reason, I am not alert to the implications of my dream. Then again, it could have actually been an older version of myself, as, in afterthought, I am not fully sure anymore. Maybe I will look in a mirror twenty years from now and check. The building seemed mirror-imaged (reversed east to west) to its actual design.

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All i can remember is a big pile say yay 1 metre high of clothing and undies at the end of my feet whilst in my bed... Pretty weird

I'm using a tea cup to catch rain that contains some kind of power.

There's a very important (possibly sacred) torch that I was meant to do something with (I have a vague impression of something involving the sky) but, while standing at the edge of a cliff, I've managed to drop the torch, and I'm watching it fall into the waves and go out. "Oops."

A group of five people in a car, on a road trip. They stop at a sushi place and one of them goes off to try to pick up a woman he saw outside. Two of the others say something, sheepish, about how they've been hitting the 'family' note a little too much on this trip, it must have freaked him out, and now he's proving to himself how unattached to them he is. They don't mind.

There's a portrait, tall and very narrow, of a woman standing in front of a Buddhist grave marker. The woman who was the subject of the portrait is standing in front of the painting, looking at it. A strange reptile-like creature steps out of the painting of the grave, and I know this is her dead son.

There's a memory gap - next fragment I remember clearly is in a dark space with three exits, an entrance to an afterlife, and the woman's talking with her son, who now looks more or less as he did in life - human - although there are shadows clinging to him in a shape suggesting a tail, and he's standing halfway in one of those three exits, with flames around his feet. They'd been saying something about how that exit's not for her, after she tried to hug him and he stopped her. She says, "Mommas hurt, darling. Men die." Then she vanishes.