false awakening

10.10.2010

Kissing and bombing... (Non-lucid)
10/10/10 (hehe)
NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

First Dream:
I am in the center of Athens. I am with a guy and a girl. Suddenly we see on a tv, that this guy is a child-raper... So we run into a cafe and there are many children, who obviously know about him and start screaming! We panic and run ouside again. So we are trying to find a safe place. The roads are full of cops. The cops are short and fat police-women... We are scared of them though. :p So we sit in a quiet road. The dream changes. The guy and the girl change with two friends of mine. A. and J.! The place changes too. We are in a bar or maybe a party in a house, i don't know. We are sitting with two girls we don't know and chat, maybe flirt a little. I remember their names. It was Vassiliki or Angeliki and Thalia. So i am chatting with Ang. and J. is chatting with T. I don't remember what A. was doing. Anyway, at some point i see J. kissing Ang. and they leave towards a room (wonder why..??). I sit there with T. We stopped talking. Suddenly we look at each other, and we both lean (pretty fast) towards each other to kiss... But we miss... xD hahahaha Then i said: "Ok, aim my mouth" and I laughed. She laughed kinda shy. In the end i just grabbed her head cause she just couldn't do it... We kissed for a while, then i woke up.

Second Dream:
I am in my car (dream sign, i didn't notice) driving pretty fast, considering the road i am in. Suddenly i see a sign in the middle of the road. I avoid hitting it and try to remember what that sign means. Then i see an electricity pillar standing in the middle of the road. The is no way avoiding that. So i hit the break, and pull the hand break (really smart -.-). The car turns 90 degrees and stopps in front of the pillar. There are many cars that do the same thing and many others that crash on cars behind me. Next thing i remember, we are (the drivers) in a room with policemen. They say we shouldn't pass that sign. One of them asks me if i had drank any alcohol. I say: "Just a beer". (Yesterday I drank two vodkas and a beer. I remembered that in the dream, but i chose to say only about the beer! ) The cop says : "Yeah, we 'll see...". :p After a while i suddenly see nazi soldiers outside the building fighting with cops, shooting, breaking things and there is panic. I grab my ID, keys, cellphone and run outside. I try to find my car. I press the button to unlock the car, so i can hear where it is. I find it, get in and leave fast! Next thing i remember is being in the center of the city and hearing that a nuke bomb by nazis will hit the city. I start running around in panic. And BOOM. I wake up (second false awakening) hearing that i lost my right eye and right leg. I open my eyes. (My right eye felt like it was stuck exactly like it felt in my first lucid. You can read about it in my DJ.) I am really worried and think: "I really hope this is a dream". I am so worried that i don't care for a reality check. I just open my eyes and wake up. With a huge feeling of relief that i could still see, i sleep again.

I saw another dream, where i was in a fast-food restaurant. They made some really strange type of burgers, but i don't remember very well.

Waking life Non lucid dream Lucid
Sometimes in my waking reality (you know, not a dream life) I imagine that everything is around me and all the people are drawn and animated just like the movie Waking Life. Its totally cool and helps me with being conscious. Lately I have been reading Power Of Now, and I was in the city yesterday and just would switch on consciousness and drop my thoughts and emotions, just listen and be aware of the sights and movements, people and sounds.. I thought to myself at one point, its probably to late in the day to recieve a lucid from starting consciousness this late in the afternoon. But I thought, hey you never know! Anyway, I wasn't absolutely conscious all the time. When my mum, sister and myself left the bar we were at a gained consciousness of our surroundings again. (I wasn't drinking or anything! Just lemonaide and coke) I did 2 RC's as well. I counted my fingers and pinched my nose.

First dream

Theres quite some bit to my dream but I don't have much time to write it. Basically, throughtout my dream these girls kept attacking my little sister and I. I had a false awakening but didn't click on and recognise it like normal cause the FA was in the morning, instead of at night like it normally is. I layed in bed recalling my dream then I went and sat a table and wrote the dream down. I looked away for a moment and when I looked back two cans had replaced my book. I was conscious here and thought, 'hang on, but my DJ was there..'
I woke up and was pretty happy with recognising it and being conscious of my dream surroundings and strange occurances! My waking life consciousness was paying off well tonight. I fell back asleep..

Dream 2

The girls were still attacking us but this time they put a bomb in our room. My sister and I ran out of our apartment and into the elevator. My elevator is a dream sign cause its always different in my dreams. This time it had only floors 4, 5, 6, 7, G, B1, and B2. I became lucid. I tried the breath through my pinched nose but I had a blocked nose or something. I asked my sister some more RCs and she said to pinch myself. I did and felt no pain. The walls of the elevator were like a water feature and water ran down them. And there was no mirror anymore. I pinched her and we ran out the elevator and into a strange and changed enviroment outside. WHere the pool was meant to be was our bedroom again but this time the bomb didn't detonate. I tried some magic but it didn't work so I began to job behind the room (the room had no doors or roof which is another dreamsign of mine) and I said to myself that I will find my magic gloves. And there on the ground lay my rainbow 'magic' mittens. I put them on, but as I did, I happened to remember how on Dreamviews people say not to think about being asleep while in a lucid. I never use to but I rememebered that and did a bit. The vividness dulled.. The dream was slowly slipping but only gradually. I should have felt my enviroment. George Bush just so happened to be hanging out, siting on the ground against the wall. I went up to him and tested out my mittens, giving him seahorses for hands. He said 'You know what noises seahorses make?' and he made this really retarded noise. I tried to summon Jonas Bjerre (a singer from the danish band Mew! < 3 ) and he arrived. But he was asleep.. I woke up before I got the chance to talk to him! SJAHFAKJNFJKHAKSJNkj!

So yay! Thats pretty awesome. Lessons learnt: Consciousness does pay off! Recognise dream signs, make a note of them and RC when you see them or remember them for dreams later. Write what you remember, if only two or three things in your DJ when you wake up. It makes a difference.

October 5, 2010

Synopsis: In the first dream I get a huge headache over money! Later, I'm at a movie theatre and become lucid. I try to fill my dream world with flowers, but a DC has other plans

I Can't Buy It!
My sister has conned me into buying school supplies for a friend. I don't mind at first when I think I'm just going to help her buy one item. But then my sister starts adding more items to the list, PROMISING my friend that I'll deliver! I get pissed and tell sis "I never made these promises, and I don't have the money to buy even half the stuff!". But sis doesn't listen, and adds perks to the list, including that I buy her lunch, and a cd for dad.

My head is reeling with math! The debit card and the merchandise don't add up! I woke up frustrated and upset that I felt too poor to buy anything.

Let the Flowers Grow
Me and my sisters are watching a movie. As if I'm still annoyed from the last dream, I sit farther away from the sister trying to empty my bank account. We got bored of the movie and leave before its even over.

Some how, just standing up and walking out of the theatre room made me lucid. I follow my sisters to the concession stand with a big smile on my face. I'm just having way too much fun admiring the carpet and the walls. I ask them

"What do you wanna do next?"

"Eh, nothing, lets go home"

Booo.....that sounds boring . I ditch my sisters by flying straight out of the wall! My dream had changed into a magical landscape, with curvy rolling hills and a castle. I proclaimed myself the queen of this world.

I looked at a pretty landscape in front of me, but it wasn't colorful enough. I know! I'll add flowers! I command the dream to add flowers. But nothing happens. I guess I have to do this the harder way.

I go up to a weird pipe like structure near me. It has little holes punched in. Perfect! I imagine little seedlings rising out from the holes, blossoming into beautiful flowers. It takes some concentration, but deep vermillion leefy plants rise up. They weren't flowers, but they were beautiful.

The moment I stopped giving them my attention, they would wither.

Oh well. I continued to try to make my landscape blossom. Most of the DCs were nice to me. Some of them even started attending to my flowers to keep them alive. Now my flowers are bright blues, rich purples, growing in odd places, even from vertical walls.

But one DC was a real jerk! He would follow me where ever I went and chop my flowers into little pieces

I try to fly away from him, so he can't find my newest flowers. But he was found me and my new seedlings. Finally I got fed up, I grabbed his axe and try to slice him to bits, like he did to my flowers! The axe cuts through him in three directions!

DC passerbys looked shocked and horrified!

But the axe goes right through him, as if he's air. He looks at me sad, as if he's insulted, actually insulted that I would try to hurt him! I try yelling at him instead "Stop following me around! Leave my flowers alone!"

"Okay, I'll stop following you" but then he seems to explain that that's what he does, that that's what he is. He is that which will chop down my blooms.

He stopped following me around, but remained and indestructible presence in my dream world. I lost interest in growing my flowers, I didn't want to see anymore chopped up.

As my dream starts to fade away, I notice mole-people working hard round and about the castle. I felt bad for them, so I call out to them at the last few stable moments of the dream that they could stop working! They hear my voice, but can't see me, and the dream becomes black.

I wake up. I turn over, and that's when I notice shadows. There were shadows on the ground, silhouettes. The shadows made it look like there were people on my bed. I get really creeped out and quickly end the FA.

BTW, not sure if this relates or not. But today (10-7-10) I visited my garden in horticulture class. I just recently planted new seedlings. Every single one of them died, I have no idea why. Its really weird. They were planted in three different spots. Three different species. All dead

I went to sleep again this morning all stressed out, don't stop reading halfway through because it gets crazier and crazier, and this is what happened(note that this is my first WILD):

I woke up from my bed to find myself in sleep paralysis. I tried to move my arm up and it kinda moved. I tried to open my eyes all the way but my right eye could not open! I tried to bring my arm over and force my other eyelid open. It didn't work. I couldn't see my hand. I fell asleep and awoke at the same time. I saw another bed to the right of mine and I thought "how did it get there?" I walked over and flopped onto it. I instantly thought. "wait. if they did this i would have woke up. And why would they do this in the first place." so I tried to get up so i can do cool stuff. I tried to use all my effort to get up off of that bed. It started fading I rubbed my hands together and said "INCREASE CLARITY!" it didn't work. I woke up again. I rolled onto my side and tried with all my STRENGTH to get up! I could barely use my hands and i thought "If i try to stand up i don't think i could walk." I put myself up on my legs and my legs had no life at all in them. I fell backwards thinking was going to fall back onto the bed. I only fell into oblivion. I awoke again and somehow got to the door. I opened it and saw my brother standing there. Taller than the door and laughing. I awoke again. I saw a face next to mine for a second. it layed nexted to me and put a meaty hand/claw thing on my stomach.I could not move. I thought "OH SHIT JUST STAY CALM STAAAY CAAALM." I then woke up for what i think is real this time....

I slept GREAT last night. Zeo game me a score of 94, compare to my average of 68. I slept 9 hours total with 3h 48m in REM sleep in 6 cycles. That's a lot of dreaming!

I took the B-Complex vitamin one hour before bed and took a relaxing hot bath to meditate and adjust my body temperature for sleep. Tonight's dreams weren't as vivid as yesterday. Maybe the apple juice was the difference? But they were really really long. The three that I recalled seemed at least 30 minutes long each. I wrote a while page of notes for each and could still recall more detail that I didn't bother to write down. In fact, they were so long and not very interesting that I'm going to cut them short here.

Gordon Ramsey's Love Troubles
0503: B. Gordon Ramsey guest stars on a TV sitcom, maybe The Big Bang Theory. Gordon is a roommate with the dorky guys and there another group in the next door apartment as well. It's too crowded and someone says "Someone has to go back to Poland!"

Then scene changes to outside a nightclub with Gordon and the roommates. His part is to approach a shy girl and ask her for a date as a prank. She is supposed to be charmed because he's so famous. But she isn't interested and the prank backfires. Gordon is surprised and humbled. There's a taxicab in the scene.

Then the scene starts over but now it's "real" life and not the TV show. Gordon does the same thing of approaching a shy girl and gets rejected. He's humbled and goes into the club. A really hot redheaded woman meets him and comforts him. But then she finds out it was a prank and she's really really upset and leaves. Gordon is now completely devastated.

Then the dream really jumps around. There's a parking lot and a staircase. It leads to a college dormitory with a rec room. Gordon is in the rec room with a TV, arcade games, and a giant touch-screen computer thing. Some college students are in there watching TV. Now I am the main character in first-person instead of Gordon in third-person. Lance is looking for me but I am avoiding him. The students in the rec room cover for me.

Exchange Student
0651: B. I'm an exchange student living with a foster family. It seems like I'm still in the US though. The first part of the dream jumped around a lot. I'm supposed to film a TV commercial with this family. Then I'm making some kind of cake and pudding desert. But when I try to flip the pudding out on top of the cake, it spills on the floor and I feel bad because it's someone else's kitchen. Then the foster family has a bunch of kids and they are leaving for school but I stay at home. One kid, a girl of about 7, turns around and comes back into the house, refusing to go to school. There are a bunch of mothers from the neighborhood standing in the kitchen. Meanwhile, I am eating something in the living room and spill some red sauce on the couch. I feel bad again and clean it up with a giant beach towel.

Scene changes and now I'm in Japan with a different family. It's the first day of school and the student body is in the gym. We receive our grades from the previous year. I am afraid I failed but I get a B. Then I'm walking with the foster family toward a restaurant to celebrate.

Scene changes and I'm in a restaurant but now I seem to be in Mexico with yet another foster family. I sit alone in a booth away from the family. I order a hamburger and whiskey. I finish them and order another. A few teenage girls sit at my booth but ignore me while I eat. Then I ask who they are and what is going on. One has her face painted white like a geisha. She says it's a holiday and tells me the name in Spanish. I ask what it means and she says in English "Ten Years and Two Days."

False awakening. I roll over to write in my dream journal. I note the time is 1137 and my previous entry was at 10 something. But the light coming through the window is too dim for that time. I think, wait, is it really that late? Then I wake up for real.

short WBTB

Work Retreat
0825: B. I'm at work and a few people just got laid off. One was the other Michael, so I'm the only Michael left. I joke about this with coworkers that there won't be any more confusion.

Then everyone at work goes to a small restaurant out in the middle of a nowhere on a small rural road. It looks like a lodge. I ride along with Lance and we park across the street. Everyone is given sweatshirt and pants randomly in blue, gray, or black. We watch a movie about color and light and supposedly we have to study for a test on it next week. Then we watch some other movies made by people at work. Ex-employee Garrett is there and I avoid him. He made a film where he's looping a belt through the skin around his waist. It reminds me of a surrealist film.

Then it's time to go so I try to find my sweatshirt in the big pile of identical ones that people have left. Other people are also searching through the pile. There are other people in the restaurant. They seem like a biker gang and I feel nervous. I just grab a matching pair of small blue sweater and pants and leave. I'm going to ride again with Lance but I fall behind as we're running outside. He crosses the road before me. It's dusk and the highway has many cars going very fast with their headlights on. I try to cross a few times but turn back because I almost get run over. Then I walk to a narrower part of the road where there is just 2 lanes and cross.

I meet with Lance and there is also the other Michael who is going to ride with us. People from work have divided into their cliques in the parking lot and are talking and gossiping.

Awake, Non-lucid dream, [Commentary on dreams made after the fact, while writing this journal entry]

I hear the text message chime on my phone go off, so I get up and check it, saying to myself, “I'd better check that. There are only a couple of people who would text me in the middle of the night (P. and Ashley R.), and they're both important to me.” But when I check it, there's no indication of a new text message, and the screen looks completely normal. [I think. Was only the Vibrate icon showing, or was the Alarm icon showing, too? I'm not sure.] It says that it's 4:38 A.M., which seems right, so I conclude that I've just unwittingly dreamed myself up an unplanned WBTB alarm, but have reacted to it in reality. “Great, that should help,” I think. I move the phone over from the sewing cabinet to the dresser and go back to bed. [I'm an idiot! If I had just thought to look back at the time display on the phone one more time, I might have realized that I hadn't actually woken up at all, but I didn't. As it stands now, I'm pretty sure I just dreamed this entire sequence of events, but not positive, which is frankly rather disturbing.] [And I just remembered while writing this that as I was first trying to go to sleep last night, one of the things I was thinking about was the fact that the current Task of the Month is to have an in-dream text or IM conversation. That must have triggered the in-dream text message chime. LOL!]

Later, my phone alarm wakes me up again. It's set up so that the alarm sound is a recording I made of myself narrating a dream journal entry that talks about some embarrassing topics. Still lying on my bottom bunk, I grab the phone off the floor and muffle it between my body and the mattress so my parents won't hear it. Too late; they've already heard the beginning of it. They come into the room and ask me if I'm all right, and I explain that yes, I am, and I have my phone alarm set up to play back a recorded dream journal entry that I made on my trip to Europe back in September. (It was another of those tours with Pam S., by the way.) So I get up and go into the kitchen to have breakfast. [All this happened in the house I grew up in, by the way. It was exactly the way I remember it. I completely failed to clue in. As far as I could tell while I was in the dream, this was reality, and I was supposed to be there. I conclude that it's true, at least for me, that when dreaming about real places from memory, it is easy to be unaware that you're dreaming. I fail. To be fair, though, it's very easy for me to accept that setting as normal reality because, for a little over half my life, it was normal reality.]

So then I'm outside somewhere, going up a hill in some kind of vehicle on a road. There are LCD screens above the road that have scrolling text on them, talking about how barbarafett comes off as a ranty, opinionated blowhard in her dream journal entries and forum posts at DreamViews. [Of which I had made none, so far, in reality when I had this dream. A warning?] It expresses some of this meaning through TVTropes potholes. When I get to the top of the hill, there are these little go-karts that are only a little bigger than a roller skate, but are strong enough to support the weight of a person and have enough horsepower to move around fairly quickly when a person is standing on them. That's what we're supposed to do here, so I do. I stand on one of the go-karts with my right foot and navigate it along a path painted onto the glossy concrete. The path has a lot of switchbacks in it. The go-karts go fast enough that staying up on them is challenging and fun.

I finally did wake up for real, felt around on the dresser for my phone, didn't find it, and then saw that it was still on the sewing cabinet where I always leave it. I cried out in anger and frustration. “How many FAs can one person have in one night?!” I asked myself, irritated. I did the nose-plug RC and it passed, so I said, "Idiot! You should have checked that the first time!" (Meaning, when I first heard the text-message chime.)

Last night I completed my first Lucid Dream Goal. I wanted to remember something from my waking memory, and I did! A few years ago I memorized the first sentence of the Declaration of Independence (don't ask). I tried to remember it in my Lucid dream and did it perfectly. I also looked at the sky, which I wanted to do in my dreams. It wasn't much different from the real sky though. After that I became afraid that I would wake up, and I had a false awakening. It was so realistic, and I forgot to do a reality check. I went back to bed in my dream, and it ended.

Started With a False Awakining, Did a RC and found out i was dreaming,

So i did a few stabalizing techs and found my self quite stable.
And disliked the pitch black that was in the room and closed my eyes saying my self a diffrent location.
I open to find its still black. But now im in a hotel Room in Drango.
I did this again hoping for light and what do you know,
A lit room.

So now me being amazed.
I take a few deep breaths and begin to "PLAY"
i start with my mirror thats in the bathroom of the hotel.
I look in it to see my self. PERFECTLY NORMAL!
so i did another rc.
Breathing though a Stoped nose
and there we are! STILL DREAMING!
so i tryed to morph my self.
Put my hand over my Eye.
And Had a image in mind.
then poof.
I look like a 60 year old italin bastard Selvester Stalone.
i was so happy!
kinda forgot what happens here.
but then i find my self in the kitchen, i go to the Frige and get a Soda.
And it tasted like Air and Water.
lol?


Any way, To conclude.


LUCID DREAMING IS F***ING AWESOME

The dream started in a boiler room. I was not lucid at this point. Strangely enough, I saw Freddy Krueger. I remember not fearing him at all. I felt as if he was just there, as if I was "seeing gravity." I saw him run up to me, unopposed I let him have a go at my throat. I felt a sudden surge of fear at that moment, but felt nothing. This is when I awoke, but it was not my room. At this point I remembered reading of false awakening and I realized I was not in reality.. At that point I heard a scraping at my door. When I looked up my arm was extended with Freddy's glove on it. I then remember jumping from the second story of the home, only to discover the ground was endless. I stuck out my hand as to catch myself. In doing so I clutched a ledge that I had not seen before. Above that ledge was a series of manors. I ran straight for the manor only to find they were merely an image. As I remained running through the mansions, I came to the final home. My grandfather's home from my childhood. We spent nearly a year their when I was a very young child. I was always fearful of this place, I believed there was something wrong, and this came to life in my dream. I saw images of all my dead relatives, and I decided I'd like to see my late father. When confronted with him, walking into the room, with not a clear view of his face, I awoke.

Took a B-Complex supplement about 2 hours before sleep and also sipped some natural apple juice throughout the night.

Colored String Competition
0200: C. In a competition. Each player has a small plastic toy bow (as in bow-and-arrow) with a colored piece of string. There are about 10 people including me. Some are vaguely familiar. There is a host, like it's a game show. The goal is to guess the color of other's strings. I think mine is plain white. The host guides us through a few rounds. Then one round is tricky. The choice is between two people who have pink and red. We are supposed to guess which is which. Only me and one other girl get it right. Actually, I just copy her guess. I realize she is Lexi, a childhood friend.

WBTB+MILD, short

Bunker, Dream Control without Lucidity
0452: B. Ok, this dream was really vivid. I could have sworn it was lucid, but on waking up and recalling I realized I never actually had the critical lucid moment. I'm on a Call of Duty: Modern Warfare II map. I think it's called Quarry. But I'm not fighting. I look for a bunker under the hills and find one. It has a low ceiling, a locking door, and a narrow pillbox window looking out at the center of the map. I'm glad that the door has a lock for some reason. I look at the low ceiling. This is the point where I appreciate how vivid the dream is and I feel that pre-lucid tingle but never go fully lucid. The ceiling is bare rock with a tangle of metal braces, electrical wires, and light bulbs. There are also some spider webs and I carefully look for spiders but find none. The whole room is only about 10 feet by 10 feet. I think there is a bed and a few military-looking green crates stacked around.

Now Hugh and a girl are in the room with me. The girl is tall and skinny with a brown hair in a pony tail. Kinda tomboyish. She vaguely reminds me of the ex-girlfriend of an old friend from college. She's casually dressed in jeans and a tank top with some cleavage, which is distracting me. I show them the view through the window. It's bright day outside. You can see the part of the map where there's a big stack of cube-shaped cut stones. But in the dream, they are cardboard boxes instead of stones. I notice this is weird but not enough to become lucid. Then I try to impress both of them, mostly the girl, with some dream powers. I try to levitate an empty water bottle but fail. The girl is bored and wants to go somewhere else. I try to teleport us out but fail again. So we walk out the door, through a hallway and out into the open.

Hugh and the girl venture off. I'm looking around and see Justin, a childhood friend, walk up to me. His hair is buzzed really short, almost bald. He's wearing a light blue UCLA T-shirt. He says something about the UCLA football team. Then he asks if I'm bored and what to do something. He suggests we go watch a movie called "Cobalt Jungle." I say "Hell, yeah!" Here's where I start showing some dream control.

Justin jumps on a motorized dirt bike and I fly behind him. I'm parallel to the ground, just a 2-3 feet off the ground. We're traveling on a very rough dirt road with a steep hill bank on either side. The sky is now overcast and the ground is muddy with patches of green. Justin and I are weaving around telephone polls that are scattered on the road. I want to go faster so I concentrate and accelerate. We started at about 30 mph, now it feels like 80 mph. Justin hits a bump in the road and falls off his bike. But before he hits the ground, I reach with my left arm and use telekinesis to put him back on the bike and to keep the bike from crashing. Wake up and try to DEILD but no luck.

WBTB+MILD, long, read DV

The Blue Sweater
0638 B. Another very vivid dream. This time I become lucid for a while. I recall a fragment from the earliest part of the dream. I'm laying in bed and feel something warm at my feet. I lift the sheets and see my old cat Sam balled up. He wakes up and moves up the bed closer to me and lays down again next to my body for warmth. I think, aww, so cute.

False awakening. I roll over to write in my journal. It's early morning light outside. The window is at the head of the bed, which is the correct direction. Next to my journal, I see two pairs of glasses. One looks like mine, though this isn't where I usually place them when I sleep. The other pair looks similar in style but smaller. I think, hmm, who's are these? I get up and look around nervously. Is there someone else in my room? No. The room is fairly convincing as my real bedroom and very vivid. I examine the glasses more closely. They look like reading glasses that you would wear at the edge of your nose. They say "Granny" on the legs like a brand name.

As I'm looking at the glasses, I notice I'm wearing a very thick and woolly royal blue sweater. I think, Umm what? I don't own anything like this. I nose-plug check and I can breath. But I'm not convinced. The scene seems too vivid to be a dream. I do the nose-plug again and can breath again. Hmm. Ok, I guess I'm dreaming. But I'm still surprised. I do a finger-through-the-hand check to be sure. My finger doesn't go through but I look down and see my finger smushed like clay against the palm of my hand. Ok, I'm finally convinced.

What to do? I think of my plan. My plan that I set for tonight was: look at my hands, feel my body, notice my clothes, then take off my clothes and do something embarrassing while naked. I get up the taking off my clothes. I start pulling the sleeves of the blue sweater when I decide that I could be doing something interesting while disrobing.

I look at the window and realize it's wrong. It's a long and rectangular. It should be two tall narrow windows. Outside, I see a front lawn and other houses like a suburban neighborhood. That's also wrong; I live in the city with a parking structure across the street. This improves my lucidity but distracts me. Outside on the lawn, I see a giant TV screen. It's a billboard mounted just a few feet off the ground. There are a few adults throwing a football on the street. I intuitively know they are a news crew from the local TV station. I forget about my clothes and plan. I climb on the bed and try to phase through the window. I get halfway and feel stuck. Oh no!

At this point, my recall is broken and I lose lucidity. I might have woken up and DEILD back. Either way, the dream continues. One of the news crew is now in my room. He's an Asian man with a light blue dress shirt and slacks. He reminds me of a real TV reporter from one of the TV stations in Los Angeles. He apologizes for the billboard and says it won't be there more than three days. He goes on about how important advertising is for his station and who important the suburbs are. As we're talking, he starts standing, then sitting, then laying on the floor near my desk. Then he goes on about how television and entertainment are so important to our culture. He compares it to religion in the time of Jesus. I try to summarize his argument "So, the Internet is the new religion?" He says "Yes, exactly!"

WBTB, trouble falling asleep

Soccer
1107: D. Playing on a soccer team. Maybe a college team. Strict grid system with only one part of slack allowed. I am a controversial new member of the team. I make a play that leads to a goal.

Hello.
The day has passed, now it's evening and I just now have the time to post my dreams. Although 15 hours have gone, I'm still confused by my dreams. They were so overloaded with emotions, they really exhausted me.

Everything begins that I'm in the cafeteria of my old school where I learnt for 8 years in a row until I graduated. Something made me upset, I was really angry. I walk to find a place between my classmates. They are wondering why I'm so upset. I don't remember what I said, nor who exactly was there, but I was kind of disappointed how things evolved. I have the feeling to be cursed of being the one, who gets all the bad stuff. In front of me on he table is a yoghurt pot. I say out loud: I guess when I'm opening this pot, I will get disappointed of it!" I opened it and, like I said, I get disappointed by seeing that it was empty. So I throw it away. A teacher on another table sees that and he gets really angry. He's shouting at me, saying horrible things to me (in reality this teacher is the most bored and passive guy I met in my life). I get angry too and go towards him. I just want to slap him in the face. But I try to find some counter-arguments of what he's saying (but I don't remember what he says); I try to do what I learned at university to confront an upset child. I see that's no use to do something against it, so I turn away and go back. I end up sitting on a chair, my head lays on knees of some girl, who caresses my head and tries to calm me.

I awake and I'm sitting in a train. I don't know what happened previously. Next to me sits a DC. He already has shown up several times in my dreams, often as some counterpart of my thoughts (I'm wondering if it's the materialization of my subconscious). He ass me if I slept well. I ignore him and look out of the window. I see some amazing Scottish landscapes. Everything seems so familiar, that I don't even think about doing a RC or questioning it. I say to him how much I hate to take this boring train, which makes 2 hours to get from on point to the another. He starts laughing. I feel a bit depressed.
Suddenly I'm outsides, sitting on a seat. The train in front of us is leaving. A few kids walk past. One of them is really fat, two or three others are making fun of him.
Normally, this DC is the bad person or the impolite one. But this time the role have changed. The DC says to me: "You should interfere and help the little one out". I know that he's right but I'm saying:" he just has to get rid of them by himself. I guess he just has to sit down on one of these little bastards!"

I awake do RC, I'm not dreaming and go back to sleep.

I'm in a house, There are everywhere bookshelves. There are a few DC, but also some kind of odd animal. It reminds me of a dinosaur or reptil. But it has also fur. I have to catch it with bare hands. The DC help me to force it in a corner. I jump to catch it, we have a really though fight: it doesn't hurts me, but it constantly moves and tries to get rid of me. I finally hold it in my arms, I'm lying on the ground and I'm really exhausted. But we both end up playing together, I'm communicating with it by making strange noises, just like a raccoon. It accepts me neing his master.

I awake a second time and I have to go.
End

non-dream - non-lucid - lucid

05-10-10 I am in Bournemouth and I think in the beginning I am conducting some sort of important official business, I am in a position of power. There is a change in the dream where I meet up with Elliot and Mark Phelps for a chat about old days and Elliot is persistent in his persuasion of getting me to test out my golf swing so he can see it for old times sake. In the beginning I am focusing on my grip and my hand is turned so far around (anatomically impossible) and I tell him that it is the way I grip the club. He gives me some sort of metal object, which could be a torn off car antenna, as he doesn't believe me and sure enough my grip is different when trying it out on the antenna. I start focusing on my thumbs and interlocking my fingers, and testing out the grip without the interlocking. I am talking about some sort of baseball style grip, as someone is telling me that the new official tee off swing requires a run up, Happy Gilmore style. I test my stance and some sort of short fellow corrects my shoulders and feet to get me into something that reminds me more of a Quigong stance. I try my swing a couple of times and then he asks if any of us ever wondered about going pro. I reply I toyed with the idea but gave up as I such too much and 26 is too old to take up any professional line of sports. Elliot questions me about this. I seem to remember something about the road lay out, but it is practically non-recallable, will edit if it comes to me.

FA. I am in my bed in sunny surroundings and my mother asks me if I dreamt about being someone important. I ask her why and she explains that I was talking in my sleep. All she and I say are blurry words but I remember that it was indeed from my official business in the first part of the dream. I say I was a minister (the governmental position, not a religious one). Then Ulrike appears appears and we talk about me still dreaming about people from EIMS and I explain that I, probably more than others got highly emotionally attached to the place. She tells me she is sorry that I still have to dream about that place and at this point I start becoming suspicious, primarily because she is also a person from EIMS. I notice a false memory appearing about her leaving a year or so back and she makes it clear that she does not dream about it ever. I close my eyes to go to sleep again, but she keeps harassing me with some sort of important piece of work she is conducting with Dennis from China. I say sure you are. I close my eyes again and I seem unable to speak so I try telepathically to reach out for Mitzu (A woman that appeared in one of my lucids, while I was on holiday, who came when I requested to meet my dream guide, still have the dream in note form, need to get around getting all those posted. Thinking about it, I probably should have tried texting her for the TOTM). When I open my eyes and walk out of bed I pat Ulrike on the back and check my fingers that at first are blurry, and when I check again, has an additional finger in the middle of the hand. I notice the woman is dressed as Mitzu was the first time I saw her, but I have no presence of mind to actually check who it is, my first point on the agenda is to stabilise the dream. In the dream I sort of just expect it to be Ulrike, so if it was Mitzu let me express my awaken apologies. I start paying attention to my senses and rub my hands, I draw in a huge breath from my nose in order to notice any smells. I notice I am now in a much tidier state of my room and the sunny surroundings and my mum have disappeared. instead of the dining table next to my bed there is a smaller coffee table and my jersey is hanging on the wall where the telly normally is. This is all I experience from the dream as everything goes black and I find myself firmly rooted behind my eyelids in the physical world.

Note to self: I am finding myself getting lucid more often, but also that they end quickly and abruptly. There may be an idea in checking up on DEILD methods, as I find myself able to lie perfectly still, until I can truly get the initial stabilisation under my belt.

Also. Buy an alarm clock so I can start working on the WILD project again!

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I am in a house by the river in a tropical setting. There are many Stygian dolls, and for those not familiar with the Diablo 2 environment, these are the animated skeletons of small people about 1-2 feet tall that have a nasty sting and explode when they die, which they do easily. Anyways killing is not on the agenda, the dolls' habitat is threatened due to advances of humans into the forest and in the end the dolls get washed down the river and I end up making peace with them and help them establish a settlement by the shore. Longer up the beach more tourist resorts and residence housing is established and these people are afraid of the dolls (think because they are skeletons and somewhat unnatural), but they dare not openly attack them while I am mediating the hostile relationship. At one point I go the dolls on a rainy day and they end up stabbing me in sheer excitement, they are not trying to hurt me, they just can't help themselves (aren't they cute ^^). I also have lengthy conversations with the humans about them detesting me communicating as I do with the dolls. Somewhere in the back of my mind I have a feeling that the situation is quite familiar (I am always championing the position of tolerance and attempting to understand different religions and cultures, in my somewhat racist and fear-of-the-unknown oriented family. However I am not considering immigrants in Denmark on the level of Stygian dolls ^^)

For the first time in a while, i'm glad to say i had a lucid, and my recall is getting better.

Lucidity-5
Vividness-7

I'm on my way to class, driving a speedbike. There are mainly trees along the way on both sides of the road. When i get near the school, i realize i'm dreaming. I did a nose RC, and lucidity hit me like a bag of bricks. I still had to drive the bike, but it wasn't to hard to steer. I was mainly looking at the enviorment which it replicated very well. Down to very individual details.
I pull into my school and park. There are some random people walking around. I went up to a janitors closet. I was going to try to make a portal. On the front of the door where it said something else that i can't recall now, i wrote in, "MOON". I hopped in. Everything was starting to feel weird like my mind was creating a new place, and when i steped out it would be the moon.
But then a FA hit me. I thought it was a DEILD. So i laid perfectly still, but still saw threw my eyes at a computer. Then when i focused in i saw that there was a time, then said dang, i messed up the deild.
Dream Skip
Its nighttime at the college. My speedbike is parked at a different location. I go to it to start it up. It starts up fine, but i can't find the lights. So i try putting back on its stand. It doesn't want to go easily.(actually i just remembered, i didn't park it when i was lucid. I jumped off of it. just a note). I eventually force it down and talk to some people who were saying its a nice bike. I get back on it and start riding with no lights up the wrong way. On the way i'm pressing buttons, and one of them is the lights.
I'm happy i found the lights, turn around, and start heading to the exit. Along the way i crash sorta. By sorta, i mean that the side of the road, and my bike went under some redneck guys truck. I keep going to look at it, and going around to look at it. Apparently they never even noticed it. So i ask them for some help. They move their truck and i get my bike back and start riding. It's wet out and i can't see threw my helmet at that point. I wait a while, then i leave once it stopped raining.(also, at the same time, a spaceship was in the air. It was blasting off to go somewhere and a little probe hit it, just thought that was odd)
DreamSkip
I'm at my dad's house playing a GTA4 type game. He tells me to get on a motorcycle. I find one in the game, then in the dream i put on a helmet. We both laugh and i lose my recall from there.

I had another dream, but it was too simple to fully explain i'll give a summary below.

Lucidity-0
Vividness-6

I drove my friends to school. Friend asks me to pay him back. I give him 10 bucks. I tell them i don't go to classes here even though i technically have them.

I was in my bed. Everything was fuzzy and disoriented. For a few seconds, I couldn't remember where I was or how I got there. Heck, I couldn't even remember who I was. After a while, things began to make sense. Of course. I looked around. My wall had a pale purple color, unlike the black coloring I had recently done in my room. On the computer table, I saw a rickety old VCR and an iPhone 4G. On the wall in front of me, Da Vinci's 'The Last Supper' was hanging. Finding that a bit odd, I decided to do an RC. I looked at my hands. Perfectly normal.
Deciding that I was, in fact, awake, I got out of my bed. I looked at the clock. 99 hours and O_O minutes. No kidding. I continued along the room, noticing that my beloved tiles were replaced by a carpet that was more like those metal sponges used to clean persistent dried stains on kitchen ware. I opened the door. There was nothing in front of me! Thinking the lights in the corridor must be turned off, I continued. As soon as I stepped in through the veil of darkness that hung just beyond that door, I felt a huge jerk on my bod and a sensation of falling through a long tunnel. I couldn't see anything, and my bod seemed to be spinning at a phenomenal speed. "Portals! Shit!", I thought, as I figured out what was happening.
I slowed down to a stop, landing flat on some grass covered area. It smelled horribly like dead bodies in here. I stood up, and cleaned myself off. Rough ride, I thought. Looking up at the sky, I saw a moonless night. Again.
"Damn, I should make night and dark my dream signs!"
Wait. What? Dream signs? I looked at my hands again. There were no hands! I looked away, and looked again. This time, there was no second finger on my right hand.
I turned lucid. Way to go max, I said to myself, now you need two RCs and things screaming at your face to realize it's a dream. The clarity was good, and the dream was stable. Still, I was taking no chances. While rubbing my hands and activating all my senses, I concentrated on the environment. All around there were huge patches of grass, each blade a foot high. I lone tree stood in the background, leafless, lifeless. I started towards that tree. It was huge, now that I came close. Touching it's bark, I could feel each and every cut in it's bark. So much detail, that I was surprised myself. I did forget some details later on due to an abrupt waking, but I still remember a lot.
I circled around the tree, to look what was behind it, and saw this:



Pennhurst Insane Asylum. I had seen a documentary about it recently. That had GOT to be it. A chilly breeze swept by hair back as I realized that I was in for a lucid nightmare. Smiling, I walked towards it.
I reached the front gate. An ominous feeling seemed to take over me. For a second, I considered turning back and fly to somewhere. But I was not the type to run away. I had visited three supposedly 'haunted' buildings in my city, and spent a night there each with three of my friends, and plus I spent a night in a place that WAS haunted. *shivers* bad experience. After all that, this little lucid nightmare won't frighten me. Or, so I thought.
BOOM! The gate banged open, almost as if it had read my mind and was challenging me to dare to step inside. As I stood there just inches away, I saw it. A dead body, lying there on the ground. One of it's eyes was ling on it's cheek. It's body was badly mutilated. It's left leg stuck out at an odd angle, as if it was twisted by a huge force.
Sheer horror came over me as I saw it was moving. No, it wasn't just moving, it was standing up! I screamed, but no sound came out. The figure limped towards me. It's left leg's ankle bone, (or whatever you call it, I was never good at Biology. ) was sticking out, and as he walked, that bone dragged across the wooden floor, making a horrifying and disgusting scraping sound. I tried to run away. The door was still open. Good. Time to RUN!
I ran at top speed towards the door. It didn't suddenly close or something else didn't pop out. It seemed like I would get out. I reached the door and.....BANG! I struck an invisible barrier, that seemed to be made out of wood. At that very moment, everything changed, as if I was viewing it all through a negative filter. Now I saw the real door, which was closed. As I started to get up, the creepy siren sound from Silent Hill started to ring around the asylum.



I knew what was going to happen before it did. And it wasn't good.
At that instant, the walls around me started to disintegrate into flakes. Now, just like in the movie, I could see the real walls underneath. Something grabbed me from behind. I spun around. It was........this.



I screamed in horror. She grabbed me b the waist, and started, weirdly enough, tonguing my neck. Something was wrong. She was holding me way too tightly. It hurt. The pain grew and grew, until I could bear it no longer. The pain changed into a sort of vibration. I KNOW that vibration ~ I was going to wake up. Grabbing on to a wall to stay in the dream, I managed to shake her off. The vibration didn't stop, and surely enough, I woke up. Drenched in sweat.

Drank some beer last evening so no recall until the second half of the night, but wow what a night.

Freaky Room
0652: C. I'm laying in a bed at one end of a long room. It's almost pitch dark. I can just make out the silhouette of some bedroom furniture and I sense there is a doorway at the far end of the room. A creepy little girl is running around the room. Her face glows like a dim candle. As she gets near me I'm a little frightened. Maybe I'm a little lucid because I tell myself this is just a dream and I should just stay calm and watch. The girl giggles and says "Come, you should see!" And then she exits the room through the door. I still haven't moved. Then I see a large man sitting at the far end of the room. His face is also glowing dimly. He stands up and slowly walks toward me at a zombie's pace. As he gets close, he stretches one arm out toward me as if he intends to grab me. I'm afraid and turn away, still laying in the bed. Dream fades.

Bridgette?
0733: C. I'm in a dark room. Seems like a bedroom. There's some light coming through a door near me that leads to a hallway. I think I'm looking for something in a dresser. A girl walks in and asks for my help. At first, she seems to be Bridgette, a very attractive coworker IWL. She's talking about a forum post about collecting all the images from the game loading screens. She's holding a piece of paper and she wants me to burn it for her. I tell her this is a dream. Again, maybe I'm a little lucid but the vividness and control are low. She says, "Oh, I'm dreaming with you?" I get a closer look and she looks Asian, which Bridgette is not. I say, "Yeah, help me take of my shirt." She does but as the shirt lifts over my head it blocks out my vision and the dream ends abruptly.

Kiting Sleep
0830: D. For about 30 minutes, I'm drifting in and out of sleep, false awakenings, wake, and hallucinations. Here's a bunch of fragments, I'm not sure which was which. I'm calling this "kiting" for lack of a known term. Some fragments were lucid, so I'm counting this as one lucid dream.

Watching two people play chess. The person playing white is making illegal moves but no one else notices and I don't say anything.

FA in my own bedroom. I hear music coming from my computer. It's not supposed to be on. I recognize the artist is Jimmy Eat World.

Riding in a car with my father driving. It's his old pickup truck. We are exiting a covered parking lot. Maybe a sports stadium. He's arguing something. I say this is a dream and I'm just going to fly away to avoid him. I try to jump through the roof of the car but fail.

I'm at a store paying for something. I pull out a black Visa card. Supposedly it's a "Visa HILL" card and it's very hard to get so I must be a VIP customer. The cashier is impressed.

My underwear is on backwards.

Sisyphus in Wonderland, Dream Guide?!
0930 A! This was an incredibly weird and memorable lucid dream. It's much more fantasy and strangeness then my average dreams.

FA. I'm in a bedroom. It's mostly dark. The room is arranged a bit like my real room. But there is a TV mounted on the far wall where there shouldn't be. I become lucid early on but my control is poor at the beginning. My father is in the room and we're arguing again. I'm so sick of this recurring theme with my father. I'm aware in the dream that I've already been through this on same night. I tune him out and think what I want to do now that I'm lucid and have some control.

I get outside somehow. It's night outside in a residential neighborhood. But the houses and trees are all cartoonish colors. The trees are purple and blue. The houses are crazy colors like yellow and red. It looks like something out of Dr. Seuss or Alice in Wonderland. But since it's dark, the bright colors aren't as noticeable and it seems somewhat realistic. The street is dimly lit with street lamps and moonlight. I walk in the middle of the street to the corner of the block, still upset and without a plan. At the corner, there is a building that looks like a drive-thru fast-food restaurant. On top of the building is a big neon sign styled in black and white with a font like Corner Bakery. The sign reads "difficulty, inc." which I think is kinda funny.

My father is following me and we start fighting with our bare hands. I try to fly away but he can fly too. My flying sucks today. I can hover fine but I can only thrust by pushing off things for short distances. We're still wrestling in the air and through the neighborhood. After a minute or two I am fed up and just try to fly away. The dream starts to feel unstable. I land next to a brick building with vines growing on the walls. I feel the vines and brick to get some sensory stability. But I still wake up.

I try to DEILD. I'm imagining the same scene, trying to re-enter. I'm about to give up, but I hear my father's voice describing the scene. He says things like "brick wall, restaurant down the street, grassy lawn" and this helps me get back into the scene. As soon as I'm back, I'm fighting with him again. But now I'm just walking away, trying to ignore him. When he gets close, I push him a way and continue walking. I don't want to waste any more of my lucid dream on him so I start spinning to teleport away. I try so hard that I wake up and turn my physical neck. At least I think I was awake. I'm in my bed and stop moving my head.

I try to DEILD again. Again, about 20 seconds pass and I'm about to give up. I'm about to switch to recalling earlier parts of the dream for my journal. But I suddenly feel like I'm going through a tunnel. I'm back in the dream. The edges of the tunnel turn into leaves and I find myself hiding in a bush peeking out through a hole in the leaves. It seems like time is going really fast around me for a few seconds. The tree leaves are rustling and street lamps are twinkling really fast like time-lapse photography. Things slow down to normal. I'm in the same dark cartoonish neighborhood but a different area. I'm in the middle of the quiet street. My father is gone and I'm in the deep in middle of the block where there are just houses, no restaurants or retail buildings.

Phew. Ok. Now, what to do? I start walking down the middle of the street, looking at the crazy colored trees and gingerbread houses. I see an old lady outside. I walk toward her but she enters her front door. I think of Mother Goose. I keep walking and start to see the end of the block in the distance. I see a paint store far off across the intersection that advertises two kinds of paint: "DRIED" and "WET". I think that's pretty funny and congratulate my subconscious for the joke.

Then a short goat-man jumps out at me from the shadow of the trees to my right. I'm startled but he quickly seems friendly. He's about 4 feet tall with goat legs and yellowish-brown fur. I guess he must be Pan from Greek mythology. He asks me what I'm doing. I remember my plan, I'm going to practice teleporting by spinning or opening doors. He says, "Cool! I'll try too!" And he starts spinning like a playful child. I start spinning as fast as I can. The world becomes a blur and unrecognizable. I slow down my I'm still in the same place in the same scene. Hmm, didn't work.

Another character approaches Pan and me. I don't get a good look at him, but I sense he is friendly and familiar. He says, "There's a portal in the boat" and points toward the nearest house. Later, recalling the dream, I think that maybe this character might have been my Dream Guide! I still don't recall what he looked like. Somehow though, I was left with three separate vague impressions: A man-size yellow dinosaur (think Barney), Homestar Runner, and Ronald McDonald. I lead the way as the three of us walk up to the house he pointed out. It's yellow with red trim. It looks like a life-size gingerbread house or a cartoonish McDonald's. The front door is only about 3 feet high and I get a strong Alice in Wonderland feeling.

I'm puzzled. This is a house, not a boat. There's a lunchbox next to the front door. I bend over to look at it. "Is this what I'm looking for?" No, I sense my DG gesturing into the house. I look in a window where I can see through to the backyard. I stoop down and we all walk through the small house to the backyard. In the middle of a small patch of grass, there's an inflatable kiddie pool with a plastic toy boat floating. Okay, this must be the boat but where's the portal and how I am supposed to get in such a small boat? DG says exactly what I'm thinking: "Shrink down to size." Okay, never done that before. I bend over to get a closer look at the boat and see a USB port on it with some text printed under it. I squint to read the words. My alarm goes off and wakes me up.