false awakening

Lucidity: 6/10
Vividness: 7/10
Length: ~5 Min.

I was in my bed and got up. My dad said that we were going some where. So we were in our car and I thought that I might be in a dream. I thought "but it feels so real" and stuff like that . Then I tried to lift a rock using Earthbending and it worked. So I jumped out of the car. I walked to a playground and someone said that something wasn't working. So I just did what ever too it and said that works now. And it worked. Then I looked up and saw Keona. I was like "wow I still remember what she looks like." So I ran over there to try to fuck her. She was getting uglier by the second. Then I found out she turned into a guy and was like "fuck, that sucks." And I woke up.

Awake, Non-lucid, Lucid, [Commentary made while awake]

[I apologize in advance for how much of the page this entry takes up. It was my longest lucid dream to date, though, and I wanted to make the best record of it I could.]

I'm at my old high school, outside the entrance to my mom's old classroom. The open-air entrance on one side of the classroom and the semi-enclosed atrium on the other side are reversed from the sides they're on in real life. I'm listening to an old woman [Betty J.? Aunt Edie? I'm not sure] talk about life. I also remember reading some text about how in the old days, we just lived together with love and respect for one another as a matter of course, without any need for external forces like social programs to manipulate or engineer good feelings between people. [Yep. That sounds like my mind, all right.]

I'm playing PackRat. [Again. I am so sick of dreaming about PackRat, and I know perfectly well that the only way to stop dreaming about it is to stop playing it. That'll happen at the end of this year, I hope.] I discover that the reason an old collection cannot be completed is that they created all the cards, with artwork and everything, but never actually made them available to players.

I'm looking through a rack of envelopes of photo prints, organized by the subject of the photos.

I'm reading a novel on a shiny, black electronic reader. The last page of one chapter has a small illustration of a rolling, bouncing boulder on it [this illustration is from a particular PackRat card]. The electronic reader has small, rectangular “previous page” and “next page” buttons in the lower right corner. It also has readouts in the lower left corner of the screen that show remaining battery life and how many inches from your eyes the screen is. It says that a distance of at least 9 inches is recommended. I see my reflection in its surface and am surprised to discover that I'm wearing glasses. [I don't wear them in real life, but I might have to, someday.]

I go to say good night to my dad. He shows me that he's discovered a way to screw this cylindrical part onto his guitar so that it still has its protective plastic cover.

WBTB at 3:58 A.M. I stayed up for 10-15 minutes, taking notes on the dreams I recalled so far. Then I listened to the second half of my binaural beats file and continued doing affirmations, this time including remembering to stabilize my dream as one of them. I then spent about 45 minutes being kept awake by my coughing and sneezing, but eventually, I managed to get back to sleep. I think I even experienced sleep paralysis for the first time ever; I remember a moment when it felt like my body was vibrating or shaking really fast.

When I find myself in House #1, I immediately know I'm dreaming. [Since I was lucid from the very beginning and can remember a little bit of the sleep paralysis, I think I may have just performed a successful WILD, even though I didn't originally intend to.] This time, I succeed in remembering to stop and take in the scene before doing anything else, in order to stabilize the dream. Once again, I gaze around in awe of the fact that my mind can create such a detailed and realistic environment. Everything looks real, even though I know it's not. I walk around the house a bit, and when I get to the sinks in the bathroom and kitchen, I look at the faucets and quietly expect them to turn on, and they do, without my touching them. [I think that's pretty cool.]

I go out into the study, which looks pretty much just as it did in reality, except that the space inside it is entirely filled with spiderwebs. I turn back and go back into the house, with spiderwebs sticking all over me. When I come back in, I accidentally let a spider into the house, too. It has a big, nearly spherical body with stripes in two different shades of gray. I squash it while it's walking along the wall in the master bedroom. Then I discover another, even bigger, red spider/crab thing on the carpet, and squash that one, too, saying something about how sorry I am for making a stain on the carpet. [The carpet I squashed the spider into was light brown and semi-shaggy. House #1 never had carpet like that; that's the kind of carpet we have in House #3. I didn't notice this until after I woke up, at which point I found it highly amusing that the details of the carpet had been off in one of my dreams and I hadn't noticed. ]

My mom is there in the house. [I don't really remember the specifics of this part, but] I lie down on the bed in the master bedroom and get under the covers so that my parents won't see that I'm quivering and shaking in the throes of SP. [I don't even know.]

I decide I want to leave the house and go explore other parts of this dream world, but I feel obliged to take leave of my parents first and tell them where I'm going, but I want to keep it a secret from them that I'm dreaming. I say to myself, “If I told them I was going to school, would they believe me? Given the setting, they might.” As I say this, what I have in mind is that I'm going to pretend to be setting out on foot for my junior high school. [Funny; that was the only school I ever took the school bus to. I did walk from my house to the bus stop, though.]

I walk through the side yard toward the front gate. I find my parents in the corner of the yard, where the wall with said gate in it meets the wall of the neighbors' house, doing some kind of yard work. I say, “I'm going to school. Bye, Mom!”

“Bye, (Emiko)!” says my mom, and it sounds exactly the same as it always does when my real mom says it. [Obviously, an unaltered memory.] “Have a good day!”

“You, too!” I say, or something like it. I walk out through the front gate and down toward the street. The neighborhood seems more spacious and spread-out than it is in reality. Now that no one is looking, I begin flying, taking off from the middle of the street and traveling parallel to it and upward from it at an angle, like an airplane taking off.

As I fly higher into the air, the dream and my dream consciousness start to fade away. Now, having read the DEILD tutorial, I had some idea of what to do. I lay absolutely still in my bed and concentrated intently on the dream I had just been having, willing myself to start dreaming again. It worked. [First successful DEILD, too! I was really on a roll last night!]

I end up in a group of interconnected, upstairs rooms in a building somewhere. I seem to have flown there. The rooms are white, and there are chairs, upholstered stools, and bookshelves in them. From reading a plaque on a wall near a doorway, I learn that these rooms are reading rooms dedicated to a strange alternate take on Christianity, centered around an alternate set of gospels written by different people. [I didn't recognize it as any sect that exists in real life.] One of the rooms has an analog clock on the wall. It doesn't have numbers, just a circle and two hands, all made of the same rough, gray metal. Even though I already know I'm dreaming, I deliberately look at the clock, glance away, and then look at it again to see if the hands have jumped. The first time I try this, they seem to be in pretty much the same position they were in, so I try again. The second time, they've jumped to a totally different position. I am pleased with myself; again, I was expecting that to happen, so it did.

I leave these rooms and start walking down a flight of stairs. The dream starts to fade again, but again, I manage to stay in it through sheer willpower.

The stairs end in a wide hallway. There is a set of double doors to the right, leading into a room. Judging by the decorations and items outside these doors and inside the room, it looks like there's a wedding going on. Am I the bride? I wonder, but when I enter the large, rectangular room and see the retail-style displays of clothing and stuff, I think, Oh, good. Just a fair, then. I see a real-life friend [I forget who] to my right, who says to me, “Cute dress, (Emiko)!”

“Thank you!” I answer, even though I think this is an odd thing to say, because all I'm wearing is a damp, clammy black blanket wrapped around me. It feels like it's made of swimsuit material. I continue further into the room, turning to my left and walking that way. I look down and to the left, between two racks of clothing, and see another real-life friend, Eleanor B. She's wearing a royal-blue bridesmaid dress [the one she was wearing the last time I saw her in real life, which was at the wedding of some mutual friends]. I call her name twice to get her attention. She looks up, sees me, and stands up to talk to me. I come over and talk to her. When I take a closer look at the clothes hanging on the rack we're standing next to, I say something like, “And are these the new Christmas sweatshirts from Target? Cute! I want!” The sweatshirts are white and have patterns on them of snowflakes made up of narrow lines, either in shades of pink or shades of teal. They also have hems and seams in those colors. I take one pink one and one teal one off the rack and carry them with me. They feel soft.

I leave that room and find myself outside. In the distance, I can see big mountains with snow on top of them. I continue exploring and somehow [I don't remember the exact route I took] make it into an old Japanese temple (or residence, or something). It has a very old, very traditional room with tatami mats on the floor. I pry off each of my sneakers in turn, using the toe of the other foot (suddenly, I'm wearing sneakers, I think). [Yes, I actually thought that while in the dream. Now that I think of it, I think I was suddenly wearing regular clothes, too.] Leaving my sneakers (the exact same ones I have in real life, I note) out in the passageways, I enter the room with the tatami mats and walk around in it. I can feel the mats and my socks under my feet. I say aloud to myself, “Wait – we're allowed to walk around in here? Oh – of course we are; that's what I was expecting.” Yet again, something is so because I expected it to be so. [In all my real-life experience visiting historical tourist sites in Japan, we were never allowed to actually enter the rooms with the tatami; we were only allowed to look into them from the outside. I always wanted to walk around inside them, though, so now, in a dream, I got my wish. Cool.]

Outside of this room are some passageways that are all painted a dusty shade of teal, and have wooden signs hanging in them. I walk around in here for a few minutes. One of the signs says “Telephone,” and indeed, there is a pay telephone on the wall in a wooden box. It looks like an old tourist facility.

One of the doorways within these passageways leads into a spacious, modern restaurant that I recognize as the one inside the onsen [hot spring] that I visited while I was living in Japan. There are a few people sitting at tables here and there. I walk through the restaurant, looking for one of my real-life friends [I don't remember which one now]. I don't find her there, so I decide to head for the restaurant's exit and go somewhere else.

The way to the exit is through a long passageway with a wall on the right side and an upholstered bench on the left side where guests can sit and wait for tables, which separates the passageway from the rest of the restaurant. There are two people sitting on the bench. As I approach the door, I think, What shall I do next? Task of the Month – cell phone – oh, yeah! For a split second I think of getting out my cell phone to text somebody, but then I remember the new Task of the Month for November. I turn to one of the two DCs sitting on the bench, the one sitting nearest the door, who happens to be a black, pregnant woman. “Hey, can I tell you what I'm thankful for?” I say to her.

“Okay.” She straightens, sitting forward on the edge of the bench, listening to me.

“I'm thankful for my family, and [something else I can't remember now], and my computer, and for being able to come here!” I say. [Meaning, to the dream world.] Unfortunately, the dream starts to fade again just as I'm finishing my sentence.

FA in which, instead of being me, I'm Cobb. Mal is there when I wake up, the real one. [They're characters from Inception.] We talk about something, probably the dream I just had. [I don't remember now exactly what it was we talked about, but dude. That was a really weird FA.]

FA in which I count my fingers while they're spread out against the legs of my jeans. When I find I have a sixth finger on my left hand, my reaction is, “Oh, damn. Gosh-darn it!” Apparently, I really want to actually be awake. But I'm still feeling sleepy, so I lie down, sprawling over the sides of the white, wooden bench I'm sitting on.

When I woke up for real, I just lay there for several minutes because my body still felt heavy. I recalled my dream and was pretty impressed.

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Side notes:

That was the longest lucid dream I've ever had. I'm also very impressed and pleased with the number of times I succeeded in controlling what happened just by expecting something to happen. I really got the hang of that skill last night. Finally, I'm amazed that I managed to stay lucid for that long, and to force myself to keep dreaming so many times when the dream threatened to end. Wow!

Baseball
0551: C. I am playing baseball again after a long time. I start with batting practice and my swing is all wrong. I'm not holding my wrists through the swing. But the coach corrects me and it gets better. Then he instructs me on bunting. I realize I can't run as fast anymore either. The catcher is complaining about catching all day and his knees hurt. Then the coach tries to strike me out with some crazy screwball pitches.

Disturbing
0728: Ugh. This dream was weird and disturbing and it ruined my whole night. I don't even know how to describe it and I can't recall much detail now. Weird about my family and camping and people dying and accepting death and abused women.

was anxious from previous dream and couldn't sleep and ending up staying awake for hours

Movie, Cat, Alarm
1231: C. It's a movie with Sara Jessica Parker. She is dating a man and they are staying with his folks. A brick falls in the house and causes a chain reaction which hits the main character in the mouth and knocks out like 10 teeth. I have a false awakening in a bunk bed in the same house as the movie. There is a cat and a mouse and I am trying to keep the cat away. It is very vicious and has very sharp teeth and claws. A false awakening again to my phone alarm reminder to pick up the friend from the airport. But that should be in the evening. Is it really that late? Wake for real.

Awake, Non-lucid dream, Dream within a dream, [Commentary made while awake]

[This is a catch-up journal entry. This dream is from the night of October 31-November 1.]

I'm at one of my old houses (the second one I remember). A woman my age (whom I don't recognize) comes to the door leading into the garage. She's there to talk to me about going on a week-long retreat in a place called Morning Canyon in March or April, to study the book of Ninian. The retreat is sponsored by a missions organization [not by InterVarsity]. I recall receiving an e-mail containing a promotional video about the program. I recognized one of the people in the video as my old friend Bekah W. from college, even though she had bleached her brown hair blond. I tell all this to the woman, and she says, “Oh, do you know Bekah?” It turns out that she's a friend of Bekah's, too. We also talk about my parents' jobs. I decide I want to go on the retreat, but conclude that I'll have to fundraise for it, since it's a whole week long. I start thinking about what I want my fundraising letter to say, and come up with the following:

"I live in the worst part of California for jobs. Riverside County has an unemployment rate of over 15%. It's very unlikely that I'm going to have a job in time for this retreat, which is why I'm asking for your support."

[What? That's true now, but I don't think it was true when we lived at that house. Despite the setting, though, it's clear from my thoughts and reactions that this dream was taking place during this present period of my life.]

[The dream skips forward here, and now] It's my first day out on the road on my way to the retreat. I'm spending the night in a room that has bunk beds. I get into the top bunk and go to sleep.

I wake up in that top bunk, look at a digital clock, and think, “It's the wrong time to get up! I overslept!”

I wake up in that top bunk again. I look at the digital clock again, and see that it's now the correct time to get up. I've just had a false awakening, I realize. Now my parents are there in the room with me.

When I woke up this morning, I thought, “I need to go check my e-mail and see if that opportunity really exists.” Then I remembered that there is no book of Ninian to study.

[Yes!!! I actually had a dream within a dream!!!! That was AWESOME.]

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID FALSE AWAKENING PRECOG

22:30 GMT – sleep

Birthday party
Going though airport checks and lines. Preparing to go outside. It’s freezing cold and I don’t have many clothes, just short sleeves. I prepare a postcard and a cake to offer to my grandma.
There’s someone’s (grandma?) birthday party going to take place and I find myself walking around the city with a group of people who are preparing it. It will be on some open air space. They’ve set a table between two slopes. But it won’t be a peaceful celebration because there’s a bull on the loose in the fields and there’s a dragon flying around the hills.
My mom appears and offers to drive us to wherever we need to go. She takes through stone paved streets to a bakery where we will get cake. She is upset because she had also ordered a cake, which is later delivered at the party. Too many birthday cakes, I think four.
Back in the party, there’s lots of my relatives there, aunts, uncles, cousins. Then I excuse myself but need to use the toilet. They are all around the door and ask for a bit of privacy “please?”, but the door doesn’t close...

2:00 GMT

Vampire party
In a party in a palace with some friends. Entrance is not allowed for humans, just for vampires but we crashed in, pretending we were vampires. Some of us went upstairs, but then there’s a snitch spreading the word that there are humans among them and they start searching for us. I manage to escape discretely to the outside with the group that stayed downstairs and I keep the door open while trying to call my other friends (on the mobile, I think), but doors are being locked to prevent anyone else to get out. There are some young vampires who also get outside, sick of the party I guess, and they spot us but they don’t denounce us. Actually there’s a young couple of vampires who walk by our side, when we’re leaving. The vampire girl says she finds cool what we did, that she is in favour of ending this segregation of humans, but the vampire guy she is with doesn’t seem to share so much her enthusiasm, even if he tolerates us.
Then we follow separate paths but later on she passes by us on a kind of open top bus, where another party is going on. The bus stops by our side on the road and she asks if we want to hop in. She explains she just arranged her own “against discrimination” party where humans and non-humans will party together. At first my group rejects the idea, a bit afraid maybe, but then we end up joining in. The party goes really well and in the end there are humans and vampires hooked up and making out.

3:05 GMT

Alien planet
Staying at a nice huge hotel. Must be on some other planet because I see through the windows really strange creatures, which I film. They are clearly intelligent and I see they have family bonds. They are similar to our primates although physically very different. Then out of the blue some guys with nets comu up and try to capture them. I see fear in the eyes of the creatures and lots of chaos as they run in all direction and try to protect their kids.
I bend over my window and reach for the guys nets as they pass by under me – it’s all very fast, but I knew immediately I could not allow them to do it. Then I go inside the window without them even seeing me or what hit them.
Later I’m downstairs at a cafeteria on a line to eat and I see a guy I knew from highschool. He works there and he is showing people the several drinks available and explains that the materials and designs of the bottles are all ecological. I just grab an orange juice and the bottle seems totally normal to me.
I then meet a girl friend and she tells me we can join a group she met at some table, but we wander around without finding them. It’s then that I realise I am wearing a half-naked outfit, almost like a simple bikini, with a cape. Then as we look lost trying to get a table, a guy is totally digging me.

Kidnapped
I learn that this cafeteria has doors which lead to other rooms in different dimensions – to save space – so we decide to look for our friends in other of these other-dimension-rooms. Then I notice this freaky guy who can’t stop staring at me is following me. Later he kidnaps me and keeps me in a cage on a kind of cellar. I’m locked up, with only a bed, a shelf with a few books and a large wi-fi system embedded in the wall.
He comes once in a while to bring me food and I pretend I am asleep, so I shut the light whenever I sense he is coming. But he always turns it on and inspects every inch and every corner of my cage, to be sure I’m not doing any attempt to escape.
One day, I find that behind this wi-fi on the wall, there’s a tunnel. I don’t know how long it is or if it has an exit, but I plan to find out. One day my captor almost finds it. He touches carefully with his fingers the wall around the wi-fi, but he doesn’t manage to find the trick to open it.
I then wake up and write the dream on my DJ. Later I wake up for real and realise I had a FA and then I can’t remember the dream anymore. Frustrated I fall asleep again, remember the dream while dreaming and wake up again to write it down.

6:20 GMT

Time-travel tourism
I am on the rooftop of some historic building of a beautiful sunny city which I think is Lisbon. I feel a bit vertigo when I’m close to the roof’s limits I try to stay more to the centre. There’s more visitors there, looking totally cool and relaxed. I grab my camera from inside a bag and start taking pictures. I get down from this roof and continue my visit. Later I’m with my boyfriend at some strange old-looking pool. Half of it is covered by a wooden structure that offers shade but it looks totally bizarre. My boyfriend goes to swim and after a while in seems to be in distress so I go help him. But I don’t dive, I walk over the water (much better, no?). When I reach him I conclude he is just fine, so then I ask him if he can film me walking over the water. He agrees, so I go back to solid ground to get my camera. It should be again on my bag, but my bag is on a locker. I have a key, number 125 and I go to this kind of elevator that brings up the bag corresponding to the number of the key. But when I insert my key, it comes out a backpack with the number 152. I decide to go to the assistance booth to solve this. The girl who’s working there seems annoyed by my problem. She doesn’t help much, she just suggests I put the backpack in again and try use the key once more to get the right bag. I do so and it works, but I totally forgot by now that my boyfriend was waiting me and decide to go away.
As I walk down a street paved in stone I see a man with 18th century’s garments. I look around and it feels like I’m in the 1920’s.

8:30 GMT – wake up

So I'm trying to get back focused on my tasks. My lucid rate has been ok lately but they have all been kinda aimless and accidental. I want to get into my fun and rewarding tasks. Didn't actually succeed in any this night, but it was a good effort so I feel good about it.

First Cycle Randomness
0755: B. First cycle. Bunch of randomness here. Not sure of the order. I'm in an airport, picking up lots of loose change. I think there was just a party of something and there's a bunch of change left. There are also pushpins with people's names written on them. I think the one I read said Bill. I am careful to keep the coins and pins separate. Then my father is here and he's haggling with a man to buy a coin sorting machine. I really want him to buy it to make my job easier. The fact that he's haggling over the price makes me think he is cheap. Then I'm talking to my father about the pushpins and the names on them. They were part of some party event where each person is given a pin and you're suppose to find the person whose name is on it. Or something like that. My father and I are talking about the psychology of it. Something about how people's anticipation always leads to disappointment and therefore people's happiness is always going down. Weird. Then I'm at another party or maybe back to the party that started it all. A group of people are sitting on couches around one guy. He looks like a frat boy with a backwards hat and t-shirt. They are talking about the pushpin game. He's bragging about how good he is at these party games. Last time, the game was to annoy people and he won four times in a row. He also has his own internet video feed on him all the time called "HD Hale." Then I'm watching a TV commercial for MetLife with a statue at the top of a building. The voice-over is talking about how they have solid investments on Mars. The statue is of Abraham, Jesus, and 4 other monks holding torches. But then the commercial turns into a comedy skit. Jesus is now Robert Downey Jr. and he's talking to the Abraham statue, who is played by someone named Carmack. He's saying, "Hey Carmack, why do you always get to be the father of God?"

Street Fighter Documentary
0927: C. Hugh is watching a documentary about Street Fighter. The original stages were in an underground hideout of a gang called the Panthers. But they abandoned it because it was radioactive. Then it talks about the possibility of a sequel and what will happen to the characters after many years. I see an older Ryu with his face starting to wrinkle and his hair starting to go gray. It says Blanka won't be around because he can't have children.

Counter-Strike, Lucid
Method DILD (spontaneous)
Lucidity B
Vividness B
Control C
0949: Very quick time from the previous dream. I'm in a game of Counter-Strike. I must be T because all my enemies look like CTs. A guy is camping upstairs in a building with the Para machine gun. I sneak in through a window and kill him. I take his machine gun and start camping the same building. I'm at the top of a stairway, overlooking the front room of the building which has a front door and several broken windows. Many CTs try to attack me from this front door and windows. One has a shield. But I mow them all down with my machine gun.

As I'm doing this, I sense that I'm narrating the action in my head. It's as if I'm trying to help myself recall this later for my dream journal. Now one more enemy comes to the front door with a flashbang in his hand. He throw it up the stairway and it goes off near me. This sudden flash combined with the self-narration makes me lucid. I stop fighting. I walk down the stairs and outside. I still see the CT enemies around but they are just standing still doing nothing.

I look at the scenery. Vividness is pretty good. It's bright day. It seems like a small town in France or Italy with cobblestone streets and stone buildings. I'm in a large city square or courtyard, with impressive buildings on three sides and a street lead up a hill to the north. I've been walking up the street on the slight incline of the hill. I start to remember my plan. I rub my hands and look at them to stabilize. Feels pretty good. Next task: summon music. For some reason, I think I should be indoors for this. I turn around and see one of the buildings. It's an old stone church with stained glass windows. Think Notre Dame. It's beautiful and vivid. I start walking toward it, but the dream fades.

More Gunfighting
1108: B. It starts a bit like the end of the last dream. I'm in a quaint European town, but now it's near the ocean. I'm in a large courtyard again. In one direction there looks to be a shipyard. In the middle of the shipyard is a futuristic airplane that looks like a giant green and purple hornet. Hugh is here and I guess it's his plane. He's sort of like Batman and the hornet plane is like the Bat-Mobile. Hugh says he just got all the armor upgrades for it. He gets in and it flies way.

Skip. The scene is now similar to the beginning of the previous dream. I'm in an old building that feels like a church. I'm on the second floor balcony that overlooks the large room below. I'm alone with a machine gun and I'm fighting off enemies below. This time, I think they look like marines from Starcraft. After a wave, I am reinforced by my friend H who leads a small group of his own marines. He says we need to move out. Before leaving, I pull out my dream journal, lay on the ground (still in the dream), and start writing in it about this dream.

Bus Station, Failed Task, The Moon and Mars
Method DILD (false awakening)
Lucidity C
Vividness C
Control C
1201: I think I am in a suburb of New York City. I am near the river at a bus station. It's early morning and it's mostly light but the sun isn't fully up yet. I'm looking around for someone or something, not sure what. There are a few DCs around and in the booth selling tickets. I walk all the way around the building and give up on what I was looking for. I am wearing a black sweatshirt and sweatpants but white shoes. I exit the bus station through a chain link fence. I get on a skateboard and start skating away toward a residential neighborhood.

False awakening. I'm in an unfamilar bedroom with very little furniture. I'm sleeping on a cheap cot. There's just a bit of morning sunlight coming through a window to my right. This is all wrong so I become lucid and back it up with a nose-plug RC. But for some reason I question whether I am really dreaming. I nose-plug several times, each time confirming that I am indeed dreaming.

So I finally accept that I'm dreaming and try to remember my plan. Rub my hands. Ok, I do that but I bit rushed. Summon music. The song I have in mind is "Free Bird" by Lynyrd Skynyrd. I imagine it in my head for a moment and expect it to keep playing on it's own. No. I try to will the universe to play it for me. No. I gesture with my hand, as if pressing a button on a remote control toward a stereo. No. Hmm. Not working. Discouraged, I abandon the rest of the plan.

Instead, I hop out the window and hover and land on the street. It's a quiet residential neighborhood, like in the scene before the FA. The street is framed with big trees whose leaves have turned orange and brown for the fall. The sun is just rising in the distance and the sky is still a bluish-black with stars visible. I can also see the moon and Mars, which is right next to the moon and almost as big. The colors are so rich and it's a beautiful scene. I think to fly to the moon or maybe fly to Mars instead. I run and jump and get some height but then halt. It's like my rockets ran out and I slowly drift back down to the ground. Now I'm stuck and I start the feel my physical body. I can feel the sleep paralysis and so now my dream body can't move. Even my neck is stiff but I'm still looking up toward the moon and Mars. I know I'm waking up soon and I can't move, so I start bring the moon down to me! I pull the moon closer with my mind and it's getting bigger and bigger. It's about to fill my view and crash into the Earth when I wake up.

Zerg, Driving, Bar
1247: C. Was patrolling for Zerg (Starcraft again). I found some but forget to write down where on the map. (I think that was a false memory in the dream and I didn't actually experience it.) Anyway, I'm beating myself up for that mistake. Now I'm driving home in my car. The street looks like the area around my real office. I want to stop at a bar. I have to make a left turn into the parking lot and I have to wait a while as other cars are pulling out of the lot. I think I cut someone off. I walk into the bar and it's very small. Everything is wood paneled. I accidently bump into a guy near the door. He's with a group of rowdy people. They must be college students and I want to avoid them. I walk to the bar area. The stools are all out of place. I pick up one and place it at the bar and sit down. I'm sitting next to a middle-aged guy to my right. I think he says hello to me. There are two bartenders which I think is weird for such a small bar and only a few people inside. They are both young guys with short black hair. One says hello to me and asks what I want. I think for a moment and order a Corona Light (which I though was weird because I'd probably never order that in a real bar). Dream fades.

November 2, 2010
Second pass
I got some bad news today... almost didn't bother journalling my notes from this morning, but I'm here, so I will.

Just kick me when I'm down (NLD)
I'm inside a field house. I remember trying to protect it in this war-game. It was really tiring me out, though, the lengths, I had to go to. Two kids (about 13-14 maybe) got in and I threw my arms in the air with frustration, saying, "Fine, take the god-damned house!"

I went outside and crept towards some bushes. The two will be coming out to hunt me, and I wanted to hide. I was on a hill, and there's about 2 feet of powdery snow on the ground. I saw a nice thick bush and proceeded to duck behind it.

Someone came down the hill on skis, cutting a wide S pattern across the snow. It was one of the kids, and they didn't care about the game anymore.

I left that area and found Julia. We hung out for a bit.

Private bit.

There was an false awakening last night that I didn't catch. I thought I was awake through this event until I asked Jack about it in the morning.

(Good -- um... afternoon, everybody. On the weekdays, I usually write my dreams in the morning, on my subway ride in to work. But this morning I didn't think I remembered any dreams.

Then, sitting at work (really stressing over something, in fact), I suddenly recalled this dream. Weird.

The dream is weird. I'd say at least part of the influence on it is the fact that over the past couple days I've been reading Jack Kerouac's Book of Dreams. In one dream, Kerouac meets Dinah Shore. That dream was so charming, I think I also wanted to have a dream where I met a celebrity. So my unconscious obliged... kinda.)

Susan Faludi was out in the desert doing research on a new book she was writing. The book was similar to The Terror Dream. But this book had less to do with feminism and more to do with some general national conspiracy. I probably identified with Faludi or saw through her eyes.

Faludi had discovered whatever it was she had been trying to discover. She may now have been standing by her car in an empty road in the middle of the desert. Faludi may have slammed down the trunk or hatchback of her car with an air of finality.

She intended to go somewhere. Instead of taking her car, which now may not even have existed, she flew up into the air, possibly by means of a red and white striped parachute.

She flew away to her right, along the road. She knew that she actually needed to head along the road, but in the opposite direction. She flew over a small overpass. This overpass was a landmark telling her she was definitely going in the wrong direction.

The wind was carrying her in this direction, although she "had control" over "her power of flight." She kept telling herself that she would work up the momentum of the wind in order to get swinging around in the correct direction.

But she kept flying and flying in the wrong direction. It was now night. Faludi was in the woods. It was cold and snowing. Still flying along the highway, I/Faludi (I definitely was part of her decision making process here) saw a billboard. The billboard was on a 50-foot tall, steel column.

I knew that if I/she grabbed on to the guard rail in front of the walkway before the billboard, I/she could stop the uncontrolled flight and at least get my/her bearings. So Faludi grabbed the railing and did some kind of elastic flip onto the walkway before the billboard.

The walkway was snowy and lit by a few fluorescent flood lamps. Othewise, everything was snowy, cotton-grey dark. Some pine trees may have reached as high as the billboard.

Faludi huddled behind some weird, clear, plastic rectangle which I figured was some kind of a solar panel for powering the billboard's lights. Faludi thought she could call someone, perhaps her husband, to pick her up here. But it was just so cold, and she felt like it would take forever for someone to get here.

I had a false awakening. I was going about my "daily life" when somebody, possibly my mother, told me that Susan Faludi had died. I was really surprised and upset. I regretted the fact that I'd never gotten to meet her.

But it also seemed weird that Faludi should have died. She had always seemed like such a healthy person to me.

Somehow I saw a photo of her -- possibly on the web. The photo showed Faludi in a motorized wheelchair, like they have at the front of grocery stores, the kind that look almost like cars or scooters with baskets on the front. Faludi was overweight, with short, grey hair. She wore a white t-shirt and black slacks, both of which were sloppy and tight on her.

Again, this didn't make sense. I thought, There's no way Faludi could have changed this quickky. I began to doubt seriously whether Faludi was in fact dead.

(Just one small note on this, from November 14th. After looking at some news images, I realize that the image Susan Faludi is hiding behind in the snow is a teleprompter. I'm not sure why a teleprompter is hanging out on a billboard. And I'm not sure why I thought it was a solar panel.

But, then again, I'm still not sure why this dream involved Susan Faludi. The actions in this dream are completely the opposite of what I feel Falud's actions would be. They're more like what I think my own actions would be. So maybe the dream is saying I wish I was like Susan Faludi, but that I'm just still horribly, embarrassingly like myself. Oh, well.)

So I thought i should post this since i can still remember vividly every step of a dream that occured about 4 years ago..

To set the scenario, I had just come back from my college gym class (meditation&yoga) & decided to take a quick mid-day nap. I put on some miles davis & lit an incense, then sat yoga style in my bed & started attempting to meditate. After a few minutes i slowly started drifting off into my dream in which i was surrounded by the strong smell of gasoline in an underground parking garage composed of all white marble, and marble beams supporting the low--hanging ceiling. I started looking around only to nitice men dressed in jumpsuits walking around with gas hoses engulfing the floor with gasoline. I then looked next to me & noticed my cousin Nate (who is generally a very balanced & calm minded person) standing to my left. I aknowledged Nate and told him that we should probably move on to a different room since it wasnt safe to stay near the gasoline. Nate agreed so we started walking out of the room into a long narrow hallway (still all white marble) until Nate stopped & told me that I had left something behind. I proceeded to turn around & found that what I had left behind were my ciggarettes. I then bent down to pick them up and lifted them to my nose only to smell the strong aroma of gasoline of the drenched pack of smokes (i think this was my first sign of lucidity).
Next I dropped the cigarettes and continued down the long hallway until we reached a gigantic open room resembling a majestic mall food court. However, this was no ordinary food court, it was again, all white marble, everything in white (even the tables with umberellas). I stood there with Nate looking around until I saw someone sitting down at one of the fairly distant tables. The alarming thing was that he was dressed in all Black! I looked over at Nate & said, "I think that's Kevin Hamilton, he used to sell me weed back in highschool, I havent speoken to him in years.." I then asked Nate, "Why do you think Kevin Hamilton is in my dream??, do you think I should go talk to him??". Nate answered, no Jon, I think we should continue on.
Throughout the rest of the dream, Nate acted as my dream guide answering questions of why i was dreaming certain things & so forth until finally I ended back at the room now almost 6 inches filled with gasoline..
I then sat on the floor and began slapping my hands against the ground simulating the exact beats the the drummer of the miles davis was playing in the background (i am a drummer in real life) & was overwhelmed and excited that I was able to replicate every single beat on point. After a little while doing this, i told my self it was time to wake up out of this dream.
The next thing to happen was that I opened my eyes only to realize that my eyes where the only part of my body that i could move!! I then started looking around & noticing that everything in my room looked exactly the same except there was a broken mirror glued to the ceiling directly above my bed, and when i looked to the right (keep in mind, only with my eyes) i saw a trickle of smoke coming up from the ground...
I felt somewhat alarmed bc I still couldnt move and didnt know why there was a broken mirror above my and smoke to my right, so I began trying to move my body.
Slowly but surely I started to wiggle my toes, then wiggle my fingers, and then like a wave of energy i woke up again!!!! Only this time there was no broken mirror or smoke, but i still could not move..I started wiggling my toes and fingers again and eventually was able to move & get out of bed..........

not sure if any of you have had a similar experience, but would greatly appreciae any feedback on symbolism or anything you have interpreted from this humbling experience...
Thanks!
Jon

Date: Friday October, 2010
Time: 2:30 pm.

red=Lucid

Note: There may have been some communication with either another being, or a direct link to my subconscious.

So I laid down to take a quick hour long nap. I start to slowly enter SP, I feel the all to familiar energy waves crash over my body. I still get excited when this happens. The auditory hallucinations kick in. I remember I was thinking about something, but my thought trails off into a sort of dream where I enter a trance and am not even conscious of the fact I am falling asleep. I quickly realize what is happening and come back to consciousness before I fall asleep regularly. I start off with some hypnogogic imagery. Shiny multicolored light appears, little windows show up, giving me images and choices of what kind of dream I would like to enter.

The imagery stops and I find myself in a dream, but I am not lucid yet. I am being mauled by my dog (who was sleep right beside me ha ha.) I remember falling to the floor and not being able to ask for help. I keep calling out my sister's name in hopes that she will hear me. No sound comes out of my mouth. I soon realize that the dog, although biting me. It isn't doing any damage, or pain. I "wake up"from it, but fail to realize the FA that just happened. I fall back asleep, but my consciousness wakes up, and I realize I just was dreaming, and that I still am. I crawl out of bed, and instead of being in my bedroom, I am in my place of work. I become lucid immediately.

I walk around the store for a bit, but I end up blacking out. I wake up again into another FA, where I am standing in my backyard. I feel unusually confident in my ability to control my dream. Which for some reason I start to fight a DC. At first its a fist fight, but then I start controlling the elements. I forcefully push him with a gust of wind.

To test my ability further, I go into my front yard and see several tornadoes whirling around. I grab one and throw it at the DC. He can't do anything but grab onto the car that is in my driveway. So I push the car out of the yard with my mind. The fight finishes, and I start looking around. The neighborhood looks different. I see my brothers Jamie, and Jay in my dream on the deck. The day turns to night as I walk up the stairs. Jamie turns to me and says "What's up Joe!" and my other brother says high. I noticed that they were drinking beer. I was going to go grab one, but decided not to. Instead I look up and jump up into the sky.

I fly easily, something I never have been able to do without the most extreme amount of effort. I look around and get the exciting butterfly feeling as I do when I am at extreme heights. I see the millions of houses, and building structures. The world seems so real. I start doing loops in the sky, and decide to fly super low to the ground and great speed. I make a beeline toward the earth. I end up spotting a big pool and dive for it. Free falling is really scary, and I almost forgot that I was dreaming. I splashed into the pool, water waves crashing over the sides of the square in ground pool. I decide to go underwater, my speed isn't affected but my clothes are soaked. I didn't feel wet however.

I see tunnels underwater, it is really dark. I can breathe underwater and was going to go explore the tunnels but decided against it. Flew out of the water back up into the sky. I remember a thought I had when walking my dog outside at night. I remembered I wanted a cool night air time flight, where I could feel the breeze of the wind rush against me, and smell the familiar air that is so distinct to the night. I became completely relaxed as I flew on. I must have flown across entire cities as I lost track of time. Just completely deep in my thoughts.

The flight ends abruptly as I kind of black out and appear outside of some random house, in a random neighborhood. I notice the house I am in front of is on a hill, and looking down the hill notice a straight long street. I see other dream characters walking around doing what they do. I decide to start a fight, so I go to some random dude in a truck and say that I can control him. He was a decent sized fellow, with a scruffy brown goatee and short brown hair. Was wearing a plaid jacket and blue jeans. I start to try and control him, but I can't for some reason, so he walks up on me and actually forces me to my knees. No matter how hard I try, I can't do anything. That quickly stops as I get aid from another DC. The guy I picked a fight with runs down the street, and me and the other DC give chase, running at super fast speeds. We never catch him as I end up in a weird room presumably in the house I was just in front of.

I hear a radio, I see a t.v, and there are two other DCs in the room. I do not recognize either of them. The room was small, with black and white tile on the ground, a green two people seat couch in the middle facing the t.v. There is a radio playing in the corner of the room by a door that leads outward. One DC was standing in the doorway of the room, the other sitting on the couch. I remember hearing a cool song play, and wanting to write it down or try to remember it for when I wake up. But couldn't. Then I hear a freestyle rap going on. One of the lines I tried to remember was "I am like the bank cashing all the checks....." and was amazed by how sick the lines were. Me and the DC sitting on the couch were getting hype by this rap. That soon ended as the t.v shut off. I started paying attention to some sort of noise playing in the background.

I turned toward the radio and went to it. I sat down and listened to it. It sounded like white noise, and the occasional station being flipped through. But at a super fast rate. I had a thought that this was my subconscious trying to speak to me. The words were going incredibly fast. I had another thought that said this was how fast I was thinking subconsciously. Then another thought came into my mind that said this was everything I heard today being played back to me by my subconscious. As if all the commercials, all the songs, all the conversations I heard were being played back to me at an undecipherable rate. Then I heard words, I couldn't write them down as I remember that I can't bring anything back from the dream world so it would be pointless.

It started speaking to me this voice. It told me my fear. That I would not make it to heaven, or purgatory. That my fear was that I would end up in hell. That I thought I was doing everything wrong in life, but wasn't. Only that I had to switch a few of my habits around. This voice said I was on a path to God, but I have taken other paths leading off of it recently. That if I correct my path I would end up in heaven. Then it went on to say that I do not fear death as others do, but that I have accepted it as a natural thing everybody has to experience. That where I was at was the actual afterlife. I wasn't just inside a dream anymore, I was in a different realm, where DCs are now beings. I asked the two DCs, or beings about it and they told me that the voice was correct. That they aren't just in my dreams, that my consciousness was actually completely in a different place. Right then I just became an observer, and listener. I just went along with it, yet I was still completely lucid (or was I??). Then the voice said (not directly to me as I originally thought.) Since I was not afraid of death, that I would meet it Sunday, the 31st. I would pass on into the current realm I was in. I didn't get scared of this foreshadow, or prophecy but curious on it. Then an announcement happened over a PA system that asked for somebody, I can't remember the name. The voice told me that was the person who was going to die, not me (It could of been talking to someone else entirely.). I relaxed a little more, I asked about God, but the voice went away. Dead silence for a few minutes, then it began to talk again. I stood up accompanied by the two DCs, or beings. I again asked if this was really what the afterlife was like, and they said yes. They lead me out the door, and out of the house were I began to hear a ringing, and realized within the dream that it was my alarm. Disappointed, yet excited I prepared to become awake within the real world (at least what I consider it to be).

I woke up feeling all sweaty, and weird contemplating all that had happened.

Non-Lucid
Lucid
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Night of 10/27/10
I was in my room picking out clothes and I decided to wear a Little Miss Trouble shirt and I was with my mother later on looking for a skirt that would match. My dream started to turn and flip and then fade.

Night of 10/28/10
It started out with me surrounded by my family and friends. They were telling me to put together a fairy outfit. So I chose one that was black and had diamonds that shine like beacons. Later I found out that I had become a fairy princess so I went to a new villlage I had heard off. Then I woke up inside my dream. I was laying in bed with my friend Katie and her brother was listening to music in her room and watching the tv. We begged him to turn it down, which he eventually did. Then we fell asleep again. This time I was still in the same village as a fairy princess but I was surrounded by evil monster like creatures with masks. They grabbed my arms and took me to an area full of cages. They picked a cage close to the entrance and the guard and through my in there. I tried to bed the guard to let me out, but to no avail. I ended up just looking at the other prisoners until my family came to rescue me.

Night of 10/29/10
I was in the living room with my mother and I decided to use her iPad(We hate Apple..) and I turned it on and unlocked it, knowing her password. I looked through her apps, decided I didnt like them so I went to get an ebooks app. I typed it in and a bunch of comments came up. The question that sparked the comments was. If Im playing as character DuskMoonFlower and a giant hammer pops up on the screen what does that mean?" A few of the comments that followed we as such. Go back to ToonTown! and... If you really want that hammer to go away..Jerk it... and.... You have to get back princess LiTtLeMiZzEmOsUnShInE... Weird...Thats my user name on a game... o.o.....

Finally after a two day dry spell I think. Sorry I was to busy to come on and post so I combined what I remembered into one post haha. Love.

Here is how this happened.
I had two alarms set up to attempt a WBTB WILD this morning, one at 4:30AM, and the other at 6:00AM. I woke up at 4:30 and fell back asleep, same with the 6:00 alarm. I woke up again around 7:00, went back to bed, woke up around 8:00, fell back asleep, and had this LD. I think I have strong REM rebounds from 7:00-9:00AM. So failing a WILD isn't always a bad thing.

Low Lucid awareness/vividness
Higher Lucid vividness/awareness
Normal dream

This whole thing starts off with my friend Rich and I. We were in a large field at this Marine Corps base where Marines and other soldiers were training. I was sort of in the mindset that we were dreaming, because I remember having dialogue with Rich about how we would go mess around and steal weapons in the dream. So I'll say this is lucid. So we crossed this field and were inside the base, we ran into this courtyard past Marines running in formation and everything. We run along a walkway and see all these plastic, fake looking M4's and other rifles lying around that looked like the blank firing training rifles they use. Then we found this large plastic bin full of old tactical vests, and after digging through I found a cool tan vest that had an inflated top part for water operations I guess? As we're digging through everything, this drill sergeant comes up to us and asks who we are. I mumble something as we still look through everything, and he says something like "Oh, keep doing inventory." He must of thought we were personnel checking equipment. Then he looked at my friend Rich and asked, "How old are you guys?". He then realized we broke in and got pissed off. I remember him saying something like, grab your stuff, and meet in the stalls, like he wanted to give us swirlies in the toilet..? He grabbed a clipboard and asked Rich what his name was, Rich hesitated and then gave him a fake name. He wrote the name down and told Rich to get out of here and have a nice weekend. (I had this dream on Saturday morning too, hehe) I realized Rich gave him a fake name because this sergeant was trying to enlist us in the Marines. Rich then hopped over the wall back into the field and darted away. He then asked me what my name was, and I said Brett Harris. (Can't believe I can remember that!) Suddenly another drill sergeant came in and mumbled something to him. I remember this other guy wearing a lot of colorful wrist bands you get at concerts and stuff. The sergeant went back to me and asked what we were doing here. "Well, we're dreaming right now and none of this even matters, there are no consequences!" Or maybe I said something along those lines... I then started to run out of there, with the sergeant chasing me. I jumped over the wall, flipping, and flipped the sergeant off as I landed. I saw Rich 50 feet in front of me still walking. I ran over to him, screaming at him to wait up. I caught up to him, grabbed his hand and we both started flying. (Lucid vividness went up a lot here) The Marine base below us turned into a school of some sort filled with all my fellow High School classmates. They were all cheering, waving, and yelling at us. I kept flying with Rich, circling the school. It was such an awesome feeling. I remember seeing small hills surrounding the area, and there was a lot of dead grass covering the field. I remember passing friends in the school as I flew low, they were all cheering me on for the fact that I was lucid, and was flying. I then flew over a hill, and told Rich I was gonna let him fly on his own, I let go of his hand and he took off too. I was then on my own. I wanted to be able to fly better, so I told myself and believed I could fly faster and without falling, and it worked. I then looked at my hands and yelled, clarity, as I rubbed them together. It's an amazing feeling. The dream started to fade, and I remember spinning and rubbing my hands, trying to get the dream going again. It then faded to black.

False Awakening...
Next thing I remember, I'm sitting shotgun in my red 1994 F-150 with my friend Forrest. For some reason, I thought Forrest was the one who I just had that awesome LD with, not Rich. I was trying to type on this weird keyboard in the car, thinking about how I have to post this on Facebook and let everyone know that I had this LD. I thought everyone would have dreamt they saw me flying in their dreams too. I asked Forrest if he had the same dream I had, and then we looked at our hands. We both had the same markings on our hand, (it looked like indentations from where a tight rubber band would have been) and I realized that we had a shared dream. I was thinking about how awesome it was to share dreams. Anyways, we were both in my driveway, and my dad was there waving at us as we backed out. Forrest put in the clutch, went into first, gassed it and released the clutch and we were off.

Then I wake up instantly. And now here I am.

Date:10-27-10
Time: 2:30 pm.

This isn't a dream post in the regular sense, this is more of food for thought. Different (not new) ideas about dreaming. I mention God, and soul, but there isn't a specific religion, and this isn't me preaching. I don't mean to offend anyone, or take anyone's enjoyment out of Lucid dreaming, if you don't agree, that is perfectly fine, but this post is more for the thinkers on the sight. Also I don't take on sides of Astral Projecting/OBEing/Lucid dreaming. Instead I think of them more of experiences than any kind of category. I will post a link to a new thread, so please do not comment here. Comment on the actual post. Thanks, and enjoy!

What if lucid dreaming was more than dreaming while being conscious What if it was a gateway to another world? Think about it, all of the dream characters some of them you have never seen before, what if they were actual beings? Sure some of them are just DCs representing you, but what if there were others that weren't? Today I took an hour long nap, a successful wild! After several failed attempts at realizing FAs, I finally started to think, I ended getting out of my bed at my place of work. From there the rest were LDs. This isn't going to be a post about my specific LDs (coming shortly), they are about my ideas that I ended up with during the dream.

I want to make a few notes about what I have discovered in the dream world today. First DCs are representations of yourself. What ever your thinking, that DC will be saying. I noticed several times when I was thinking or talking to myself, a nearby DC was repeating it, at first I didn't think anything of it, since it always happened, but now I paid attention to what I was thinking, and who was talking. The exact same thing. Now this idea goes further with, whatever your doing (just not controlling the dream world, instead just letting it happen) will be done to you. I noticed a DC eating something, but for some odd reason my mouth felt like it was full of food and I couldn't do anything. I didn't put two and two together until today as I have had that happen several times. Other properties about yourself can be manipulated by a DC along with the DC can manipulate yourself. You almost trick yourself out when in a dreamworld. Once I understood this, then I could control anything I wanted. I could fly at will (no arm flailing), summon tornadoes, breathe underwater, run super fast, read minds (my own haha), shoot energy blasts, and tons of others when the other night all I could do was explore. Flying was the best one I got the hang of it, no more butterflies, just the excitement to be able to fly! I used to walk my dog at night, and looked up into the sky and said I wish cool nights like this were in my dreams, and that I could fly! Today it happened! More to what I accomplished in the actual dream journal entry!

Have you ever heard a radio in your dreams? For me I never noticed until now, but there were always some kind of background noise somewhere. Once I started listening to it I found the source. It sounded like rapid clips of commercials, shows, and songs put together, and having it play super fast. Kind of sounds like channel surfing. You have the white noise, and occasionally you'll come across a channel that works and hear it for a second until you switch it. Now imagine there are hidden messages within it. It seems like your being is being contacted (no pun intended) by another being through this. I listened closely at it. First I thought it was just everything I heard today being played at a super fast rate, that my subconscious was playing it out. Then I thought it was all of my thoughts playing at a super alarming rate, since my dream is within my head, people can speak as fast as they think! there are no physical limits.

Then I heard the word God a couple of times and sat down next to it and listened. It brought up all of my concerns about dieing. It even said I had till Halloween night, or right around it until I was going to die. Then an announcer came on the speaker phone of were I was at and asked if there was some body named something was there, I couldn't remember the name. And the radio laughed and said never mind. They said that i was afraid of being just short of making it into purgatory and that I was afraid I would end up in hell. That was correct, that is what I am afraid of, not death itself. They said something about cleaning up my act, and that I would make it to heaven eventually, I just have to make peace with God. Then I tried asking a question but the radio shut off. It turned back on after a couple of minutes and said that what I was experiencing was part of the afterlife, since we have a soul we are able to just barely connect with other souls. But there are still DCs that were just DCs made up by my mind.

Then I met two people who escorted me around my dream, I asked questions about this afterlife thought, and said it was true. I just thought back to when somebody on here said DCs tend to try and trick you into believing your not dreaming. So I denied it for a couple of seconds until I thought of something. I asked well aren't you two apart of my dream, so I can control you, and I attempted to control them and their actions, but I couldn't. I could do it on everything else, but couldn't on them. So I began to wonder about it. They said we were able to control what we called a "dream" by physical manipulation of the environment. Since there were no laws of physics, I could fly, but it was me flying, it was the environment bending to what I wanted. Objects can appear, because the environment put them there, not us. That is why we have to turn around think of something, then turn back around and it is there. Then shortly after all of these thoughts I woke up, but with brand new ideas of what the meaning of our dreams, and why we have them.

Date:10-27-10
Time: 2:30 pm.

This isn't a dream post in the regular sense, this is more of food for thought. Different (not new) ideas about dreaming. I mention God, and soul, but there isn't a specific religion, and this isn't me preaching. I don't mean to offend anyone, or take anyone's enjoyment out of Lucid dreaming, if you don't agree, that is perfectly fine, but this post is more for the thinkers on the sight. Also I don't take on sides of Astral Projecting/OBEing/Lucid dreaming. Instead I think of them more of experiences than any kind of category. I will post a link to a new thread, so please do not comment here. Comment on the actual post. Thanks, and enjoy!

What if lucid dreaming was more than dreaming while being conscious What if it was a gateway to another world(Not the astral realm, but the after life!)? Think about it, all of the dream characters some of them you have never seen before, what if they were actual beings? Sure some of them are just dream characters representing you, but what if there were others that weren't? Today I took an hour long nap, a successful WILD! After several failed attempts at realizing false awakenings, I finally started to think. I ended getting out of my bed at my place of work. From there the rest were lucid dreams. This isn't going to be a post about my specific lucid dreams (coming shortly), they are about my ideas that I ended up with during the dream.

Getting started: I want to make a few notes about what I have discovered in the dream world today. First dream charactersare representations of yourself. What ever your thinking, that DC will be saying. I noticed several times when I was thinking or talking to myself, a nearby dream character was repeating it. At first I didn't think anything of it, since it always happened, but now I paid attention to what I was thinking, and who was talking. The exact same thing was being thought, and said. Now this idea goes further with, whatever your doing (just not controlling the dream world by manipulation, instead just letting it happen) will be done to you. I noticed a DC eating something, but for some odd reason my mouth felt like it was full of food and I couldn't do anything. I didn't put two and two together until today as I have had that happen several times. Other properties about yourself can be manipulated by a DC along with the DC can manipulate yourself. You almost trick yourself out when in a dreamworld. Once I understood this, then I could control anything I wanted. I could fly at will (no arm flailing), summon tornadoes, breathe underwater, run super fast, read minds (my own haha), shoot energy blasts, and tons of others when the other night all I could do was explore. Flying was the best one I got the hang of it, no more butterflies, just the excitement to be able to fly! I used to walk my dog at night, and looked up into the sky and said I wish cool nights like this were in my dreams, and that I could fly! Today it happened! More to what I accomplished in the actual dream journal entry!

Have you ever heard a radio in your dreams? For me I never noticed until now, but there were always some kind of background noise somewhere. Once I started listening to it I found the source. It sounded like rapid clips of commercials, shows, and songs put together, and having it play super fast. Kind of sounds like channel surfing. You have the white noise, and occasionally you'll come across a channel that works and hear it for a second until you switch it. Now imagine there are hidden messages within it. It seems like your being is being contacted (no pun intended) by another being through this. I listened closely at it.

First I thought it was just everything I heard today being played at a super fast rate, that my subconscious was playing it out. Then I thought it was all of my thoughts playing at a super alarming rate, since my dream is within my head, people can speak as fast as they think! There are no physical limits. Then I heard the word God a couple of times and sat down next to it and listened. It brought up all of my concerns about dieing. It even said I had till Halloween night, or right around it until I was going to die. Then an announcer came on the speaker phone of were I was at and asked if there was some body named something was there, I couldn't remember the name. And the radio laughed and said never mind. They said that i was afraid of being just short of making it into purgatory and that I was afraid I would end up in hell. That was correct, that is what I am afraid of, not death itself. They said something about cleaning up my act, and that I would make it to heaven eventually, I just have to make peace with God. Then I tried asking a question but the radio shut off. It turned back on after a couple of minutes and said that what I was experiencing was part of the afterlife. Since we have a soul we are able to just barely connect with other souls. But there are still dream characters that were just made up by my mind.

Then I met two people who escorted me around my dream, I asked questions about this afterlife thought, and said it was true. I just thought back to when somebody on here said dream characters tend to try and trick you into believing your not dreaming. So I denied it for a couple of seconds until I thought of something. I asked well aren't you two apart of my dream, so I can control you, and I attempted to control them and their actions, but I couldn't. I could do it on everything else, but couldn't on them.

So I began to wonder about it. They said we were able to control what we called a "dream" by physical manipulation of the environment. Since there were no laws of physics, I could fly, but it was not me flying, it was the environment bending to what I wanted. Objects can appear, because the environment put them there, not us. That is why we have to turn around think of something, then turn back around and it is there. Then shortly after all of these thoughts I woke up, but with brand new ideas of what the meaning of our dreams, and why we have them.

Non Lucid - Lucid

this reoccurring nightmare always takes place at my aunts house, and one of the rooms is haunted or has a demon present.

My three friends went in to the room in my aunts house that i knew had some sort of demonic presence in it. So i just stood at the door because i knew the room would probably slam on us and it would only get worse from there. i told my friends over and over as i felt the aura of the presence grow stronger that we had to get out. they didnt listen to me and as the door started to get heavier and heavier behind me i was able to slip out at the last second. then i was in my bed out of no where but couldnt move at all except for lifting my hands. i tried to turn on my phone to get light in the room but the screen wouldnt turn on even after taking out the battery and putting it in multiple times. (damnit why didnt i try and plug my nose!) i was sure that it was the demon/presence that was holding me down from my aunts and this scared the shit out of me so i guess thats why i didnt RC or anything.

I then spent about an hour on the computer, typed up this in my dream journal(this is an edit), and just spent time on the forum getting some better thoughts in my head. Then i decided to try WBTB. I stayed completely still focusing on my breathing for about twenty minutes but i found when i would let my mind wonder a bit the "lead blanket" would become more present and i eventually got to the vibrating that way. however when the vibrating got very strong it began to hurt which lasted about 20 seconds. confused about the duration and thinking my health was in danger i stopped... Should i keep going next time? can everybody do it? i was excited that this was happening but i didn't think the vibrating was supposed to last that long.