false awakening

As per class 2, prior to sleeping I spent most of my time imagining a forest. I pictured myself touching the bark of an old oak tree, feeling it a little, then shooting up through the branches and leaves into a vast expanse of trees. The forest forms an infinite valley of greenery, and I fly around it.

sadly, this didn't play out the was I envisioned, but the night was a success regardless!

I only recall few fragments from my first dream. I was being transported all over the world. All I remember is that the Worlds' climate was in danger, and I ended up in Australia. There was a giant yellow sign depicting all of the atrocities Australia was doing, and it was claiming they were using a fourth of the worlds resources.

I woke up early again. Probably about 6 AM again. Our cat was clawing at my backpack. Soon after I moved it, I decided to try to WILD, and realizing Alyssa's dad would be up for work soon, I decided I should use headphones to cancel out any sound. I listened to my binural beats track. About 1 hour after trying to sleep while relaxing, my eyes started flickering intensely and I felt my heart beating incredibly loud. This happened on my last time trying to WILD, but last time it was accompanied with visuals. I don't remember any clear visuals with this attempt, except at one point I was positive I was seeing blurry silhouettes of people. My left shoulder and right thigh started to feel weird, so I decided to snap out of it and just go to sleep normally. The whole time I was trying to WILD I was concentrating on the image of a forest.

The last dream I remember, I was in some sort of mansion of sorts. Filled with several different people. I remember the architecture of the building made no sense. I can't give any real specific examples, but there were only certain ways to get to certain rooms, hallways weren't really present. I recall having a FA into a room of the mansion that looked similar to the room in waking life that I was currently sleeping in. I thought it was a strange dream. Then I'm not sure what tipped me off, but something didn't feel right. I looked at my hand, but didn't see anything. I was positive it felt like I lifted my hand up, but I could only see my thumb. I put it back down, and tried my other hand. Again, I saw nothing. I came to the conclusion I was dreaming, and became lucid. I remember looking around the room, trying to take it what I could. I looked down at Alyssa and had the thought of waking her to talk to myself, but she was breathing in a strange way so I decided against it. I took a few steps towards an air hockey table that didn't exist in the waking world, and felt a vibration coming from my cellphone in my pocket. I went to grab it and answer it, but as I did, I woke up.

It wasn't the most amazing lucid, but it certainly beats my last record of becoming lucid and the dream exploding to white. Looking forward to my next lucid--hopefully to complete the task of the week!

Well, much better dream recall than the past few nights. I was startled awake around 6AM from Alyssa's cats going crazy--sadly I was too busy trying to contain the cats and quickly forgot all dreams that had just occurred. I tried to WILD afterwards because it seemed to be a convenient time, but was hard pressed since the cats were still going crazy and Alyssa's dad started getting ready for work..the constant audible distractions made it hard. I gave up on WILDing and decided to just go back to sleep.

I don't remember precisely how many times, but in my dream I was having false awakening after false awakening, all in the same location that I was currently at. Eventually I sat up and Alyssa did as well, her father was concerned if she needed any money. At first she said she was fine but then seemed fixated on the fact that she would need money so she could go to 'the Boons' (usually the term is used in reference to the middle of nowhere, but in this case I somehow knew it was an event titled 'the Boons' for some reason.) I had another false awakening and remember looking in the backyard and seeing our cat hanging from a tree-- it was tied to a metal screw plugged into the ground and it was wearing a body harness, it was perfectly fine, but just hanging from the tree. it was very odd!


that's as much as I can really recall.

Missed Dream Signs:

-Several false awakenings in a row

Two dreams remembered today,

First one was a false awakening. As always i look at the clock and see that the time is 10:51 am**. Then i remember that i am supposed to try to remember my dreams; thus i lay down and focus. After 5 minutes, nothing. I can't bother to get out of bed yet, so i just lay still and listen to the birds outside. Then i fall asleep again.

Second one is typical to my dreams; absolutely crazy. Somehow i am in a British mansion type building. And all that is on my mind is that i must remember my dreams in order to solve some kind of mystery. My dad and brother is there, as well as some random people that i can't recognize. While rummaging around the mansion i come across another random person sitting at a table with a computer in front of him. On the table is a glass filled with clear liquid, ice, a slice of lime and a straw. On the floor a bottle of rubbing alcohol is half empty with the cap left unscrewed. I somehow know that someone has attempted to drink the rubbing alcohol* and get angry. I run around the house cursing until i find my brother, who admits to have drunk my alcohol. For no apparent reason, we walk to the door to outside, which is an old fashion revolving door. I wake up when i get outside.

*The reason for me being angry about the alcohol is that i (in real life) spent a lot of time trying to get hold of rubbing alcohol without colouring. This is not normally available in Norway, but i managed to get a hold of an old bottle only yesterday.

**When i woke up for real, the time was 10:15 am, hence i know it was a false awakening.

Comment Dream Lucid Dream

I was ill yesterday so I had practically no recall at all. What I remembered wasn't worth mentioning, I thought. I should've known better though: always write at least something down. This night I woke up by myself after a dream I had. Recalled merely two words but I wrote them down anyway. And you know what? I woke up again after the next dream and recalled a fragment and a third dream:

I found myself back in highschool in french class. Not as a student, but assistent to help out my old teacher. The class was writing a letter and she was asking me all sorts of questions to see whether those 6 years of french had stuck in my head. Unfortunately they haven't.

I was at a beach with my little brother and my mum (for some reason, my dreams almost never include my parents). Soon there was something (unknown) about to happen there, so we had to prepare the beach. This meant we had to colour certain parts of the beach with markers in either that flashy neon green, red, or ice (yes, we had a marker that would bestow anything you touched with it with a layer of ice). At first, I barely succeeded, but then my mum came to the rescue and gave me a new icemarker. Apparently the old one had worn down.

Went back to sleep, woke up at 9:40 and recalled a fourth dream:

In this dream I went to buy a house with my mates from college to live in. We found a good 'possibility' and decided to have a look. When we got there, the owner was one of our old teachers and he gladly showed us around.
We descended two stairs and went through a long hallway before entering the house. It was huge, and I really mean huge. I kept thinking to myself: Is this really only 135 m2? Can't be. The house was also entirely below the ground. It had no windows at all and long, long white walls. After we had seen a couple of rooms we went into the first bedroom (again, huge and largely empty). We moved on and got to the lounge, the first room not empty or white. It was made of classy wooden walls and was lighted with candles or oil lamps or such. It was loaded with those babychairs in all sorts of colours. "Yeah", my teacher said apologetically. "I had an entire primary school spend the night recently."
We also had a room with a little hole in the wall. If you crawled through (and that took quite some effort) you'd fall down a hose and end up in an arabic basaar. Can't remember much, but it beat walking to the nearest supermarket.

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Missed dreamsigns:
- Colouring a beach
- Ice as a colour
- The place definitely wasn't 135 m2
- An arabic bazaar underneath our house?! O_o

Fragment- all I remember is going to panda express and getting there organge chicken meal... when I got the meal it was filled with a bunch of junk like colslaw and everything i hate but i couldnt find the orange chicken.

Nightmare to lucid
I was walking home when i head a weadeater.... it was getting closer and closer so i looked behind me.... there was a very scary man getting close to me with it. I ran. He came at me and I hit him and got a knife and nearly killed him. I went into my house and heard the mans son saying he would come over and kill me. When he came over.... I ran from him and then just knew i was dreaming. the man disappeared and i was once again FULLY LUCID!
I tried to fly again... I couldnt physically... so I imagined myself floating up and it worked. This gave me the idea to have an obe inside my lucid dream. I felt myself floating up and partial separation... but full separation didnt work. Then I made myself have a HUGE mansion.... I had an amazing pool.... the biggest id ever seen. I said I wanted Megan fox and a bunch of girls to come to the hottub with me... but nobody showed... Then I heard a girls voice... I looked up and it was megan fox walking torwards me. Then a big limo pulled up full of girls and the rest is history.
I felt my dad and sister waking me up.... i tried to stay in the dream but i couldnt.... i woke up... to my dad telling me there was a crime down the street. I lost lucidity at this point. guess it was a false awakening. I cant remember a whole lot.... I just remember asking him if i could use my superpowers and being too scared to actually do it.

These are a few fragments I cant figure out which dream they were in...

I went to a themepark with my dad and rode a ride in which we had to get ourselves swiging and move our heads around to make the ride tilt at different angles

I had this dream (or series of interconnected dreams) this night, when I fell asleep from 6:00AM-5:00PM. I had used autosuggestion very loosely, so I'll call it a DILD.

Technique used: DILD
Length: 45 min

lucid non-lucid not a dream

I forgot a lot of the dream (I didn't write it in my RL DJ, and wasn't able to type this part till now, a good 6 hours later) but I do remember fragments. Also, it's good to note that I was starving when I went to sleep.

So, the dream started with a lot of my brother driving and a few of my cousins, we all hung out, and then we had to drive to get some food at my aunts. We got there, and there was a teleporter somewhere. I think I used the teleporter to teleport to my next dream scene.

This next part was all extremely vivid. I walked from my mom's car to a restaurant with her and my dad. My dad and I walked to the staff room (for a good reason I can't remember), which ended up being a large windowed room, with three layers of windows till there was the outside. I thought of doing a reality check, since that was weird. It was odd though, my reality check failed, but I still had the feeling I was in a dream. I tried two more times, and it sort of worked, but I realized I must be in a dream anyway.

I wasn't very lucid, because of the shoddy RCs I think, but I was with my dad, and I knew that it could be the real him in the dream world, so I told him I was in a dream, that we were in a dream. He said he knew. I asked him if he realized that that meant we could do anything, and he said no we can't (I think). I tried to break a glass window, but it didn't break. My dad said something about it, and I told him I could cut it with my fingers.

I put my finger to the glass and did a very shitty circle, cutting it through. I broke that part off, then broke off the rest mentally. My dad tried as well, but instead broke it physically when he was done. For some reason doing this interested me a lot, and after talking to him a little bit about dreams, I kept doing this with the windows until I lost lucidity and found myself back in the restaurant with my dad.

It was a FA, I told him I just had a dream, and he was in it. I asked him what he did in his dream. He said he was with me, but he was at our basement or something, and we were making holes in the tiling. He added some other info, about us both knowing it was a dream, and I concluded it was a shared dream, but not a very good connection.

I woke up, and fell back asleep.

I was in a different place in the restaurant, and I did another RC. Shoddy again, but I still realized I was dreaming. My dad was with me, and we were atop a spiral staircase, all white, with a very interesting curvy railing. I saw a baby girl sitting at the very end of the railing, and I decided to go grab her, I was about to slide to the bottom, when I FA'd again in the restaurant with my mom and dad.

I don't remember what happened after that, but after a minute or so I woke up IRL. It was very interesting, and I felt that my dad was actually there. It seems to me that I kept switching from the astral plane into my dream world, and that in the astral plane, RCs don't work as well, or the vividness throws me off, and I only was with my dad in the astral plane.

I'll ask my dad what he dreamed about and see if we made a connection, and I'll update this accordingly.

EDIT: I talked to him. He said it happened. He remembered a great deal more than I did. We also got high together, had sex with some people and he said We fell right after the glass building thing. That was when I lost lucidity, so I was probably a DC at that point, otherwise I would have flown, or at least remembered it from terror. He remembered nothing about a restaurant, he said that never happened. I find it pretty probable that I met up with him in the astral plane, and that the other parts where I wasn't lucid was in my inner dream world or something.

This is my first successful (remembered) shared dream.

27.07.2010

Handless (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID



I had just "woken up" from a lucid dream, in my own bed. I could hear someone coming up the stairs outside my room. I think I dreamt of this because I was expecting visitors this morning. I was unbelievably drowsy. Getting out of bed was like swimming in treacle. There was a knock at my door. I stumbled over, and realised I was naked. This was enough to remind me to reality-check. I looked down at my hand. There was no hand. I saw no forearm or anything. But I could feel that I did indeed have one. I opened my bedroom door with said hand and saw a few of my friends from different places. People who have never met in real life. Some from work, others from my old school, some from elsewhere and my girlfriend- who was the actual visitor I was expecting. I was reminded of the first scene of The Matrix.

Nothing to write about Wave 9, except that since I was in another bed that did not count and my dream streak is still at 3 while my record at 4.

Now wave 10:
I learned the hard way a lesson this morning: RC EVERY FREAKIN MORNING when you wake up.

Wake up in the hotel at morning. I look at my watch; 7:50. Crap, my family is still not up. Normally my brother and sister wake up at about 7. Especially at a hotel. Then I lye down and actually think to myself: Should I do an RC? Or not? Yes? No? And finally I go back to sleep thinking like nahh watever.

Wake up again later. Im like: Ahh what a beautiful morning! Its sunny! Yay! Im happy!

(looks at watch) And its just six fift.... No. No. NO. NO Its not 6:50! It was 7:50 a minute ago!

A serie a swearing, mental screaming (sleeping family) and despair ensues.

Noooooooooooooooooooo. How? HOW? OMFG!

And so kids, thats why you RC every morning

I woke up in my dream, I got up and walked into the bathroom. In the bathroom it was full of mirrors, which I could see myself in all of them but at different angles. I looked at myself and moved my mouth to see if it did the same thing in all of them, it didn't. I started to talk to myself, then the other me's in the mirror started to call me down(talk about me negatively) saying i'm not good enough, and also talking religiously saying I'm a bad person, and that I don't have the will power to quit my deeds. I then walked out of the room and woke up.

Waking life Dream Lucid dream Comment

I wake up, not to the sound of alarm, but naturally. Well, I didn't have any lucid dreams tonight, but my memory of my last dreams is very vivid, so I might as well stand up and write them down in my dream journal. Well, it's never vivid enough, so I stay in bed for couple of minutes, to remember my dreams. Slowly, one by one, three of them come into mind, but somewhere along the way my consciousness slipped. Once I remember them, I rise, turn on the computer, boot emacs, use the handy 'journal' command. Then I carefully, in detail, type down one of my dreams. I produce a whole screen of text, even check for spelling errors.

But as I consider writing down the next wall of text, I wake up. I'm as frustrated about lost dream journal entry, as I'm excited about false awakening, and I ask myself: what if this one is too? Reality check. Wow, it really is a dream! What will I do? I jump out of the window and decide to travel away as far as I can and practice flight. Well, I manage to float a little, but with very little control. And it did last for a while, so I managed to get pretty far.

And then I wake up again. I stand up, and then a great idea enters my mind: let's try to induce lucid dreaming from waking life! Sort of like WILD, but faster! Then I come up with a curious technique to do this: I start spinning around, then close my eyes, and in my mind speak the names of all senses, and as I do it, these senses stop showing my bedroom and start showing the lucid dream. "Sound", "Smell", "Touch", "Taste", ... "Sight". As I speak "sight", I enter a lucid dream inside a dream: I'm running on some road somewhere, it's not too vivid, but I know it's a dream and try for a flight. But I wake up, still spinning around in my bedroom.

So why not, I repeat the procedure. And then again. And maybe again. Thus, I had three or four short not-so-vivid but quite lucid dreams. WILDs from inside a false awakening

Then I wake up again, and find myself in sort of an office, which (though I've never been here before) I recognize as my own. It's a rich place, huge desk occupies the center, it's reared by two blackboards (well, greenboards actually), there are bookshelves and flowers, and of course, a computer on the desk. A large window overlooks a beautiful scenery with trees and water. But I'm concerned. Though place looks familiar, I decide to reality check. I count my fingers, and they are perfectly normal, but I have that intuitive sense nagging in my mind. What the hell? This is my house, isn't it? It's perfectly normal. But still this strange feeling... Let's do another check. If this is a dream, I can fly, right? I try and fail - I can only jump, and jump just a little, like one jumps in reality. But still... Okay, I know! In a dream you cannot read the same text twice, it always changes. And here I got two perfectly serviceable blackboards, all filled up with equations. I read one of the equations, memorize it, look away. When I look back, it's still there, the same. I guess the evidence is undeniable, this is real (if only I asked myself what day it is, what am I doing here, and what are my goals!.. that's a reality check I usually do, and not only does it induce lucid dreaming, it helps in real life to concentrate on important matters).

A man knocks at my door and enters. He gives me a broken nose spray, says that one of the servants sent it to me. I realize the thing is utterly useless, but take it with "thanks". The man leaves. A few seconds later I awake.

And I wake up fully. It's very odd, isn't it? I mean, I had a dream inside another dream - a recursive dream. And my mind perfectly remembered where and how am I supposed to wake up. And I utterly failed the reality check inside my would-be mansion. Are those kinds of things normal?

29.05.2010

Superlucid Musical (WBTB)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was woken up and went back to sleep three or four times this morning, so lots of mini WBTB's. My memory of them has really gone down the shitter though, due to other dreams and the time between then and now.



I remember already being lucid in a kind of mall. It was extremely bright. The walls and roof were made of glass with a steel frame. The roof was pretty damn high above me, and there were lots of little white columns and platforms on top of most of the shops. My friend Hugh was beside me. I turned to him and said,
"Dreaming aye?"
"Yep," he replied. I told him I wanted to do the task of the month, even though there was only like a day left. (Jump off a skyscraper) I reckoned that if I could fly up to the top of the highest columns, I could maybe get out onto the roof and see if there were any skyscrapers nearby. Hugh and I flew gently up in the air towards one of the taller columns. I didn't quite make it to the top, but I grabbed onto some rungs on the side. I surprised myself with the clarity of my thoughts here. I knew I had been completely lucid for a decent while, and had no difficulty remembering details from waking life. Then Jess shifted beside me, and the dream crumbled. I percieved that I was back in bed, but desperately clung to a feeling of disassociation to try to DEILD. I "moved" around and grabbed the rungs of the ladder as much as I could, focusing not on my real body, but the dream body. Not to blow my own trumpet or anything, but it took quite a lot of concentration! Pulled it off, I was back in. I drummed on the column with my fists in jubilation. The realism astounded me again- this was kind of like going back to my first few lucid dreams, wonderment-wise. Just a few seconds ago I had been lying in bed, but now here I was, seemingly physically somewhere completely different, banging my fists on a surreal column-platform thing, which appeared for all intents and purposes, completely real.

Those moments of super-lucidity really are great. When you are 100% you, not some quasi-self, slightly warped by the dream world. I was me in the Matrix. Unbeatable realism.

I think I gave up on climing to the roof, it got a little difficult and I was having trouble flying. (Lack of control sometimes seems to go hand in hand with hyper-realism for me) I ended up back on the ground, looking down the other end of the mall. A set of very tall doors looked to open up into a type of ballroom. I decided to investigate, and started running towards the doors. As I did, music started playing. It was a brass band or something. The floor was shiny through the doors, so I dropped to my knees and slid through, arms open wide. In mid-slide, someone tossed me a microphone, and I caught it, jumping to my feet. I was on stage in an auditorium. There were two galleries full of people near the roof at the other end of the room, and on the floor between them was a massive fountain. Behind me was the band. I instinctively started singing. The band backed me up. I was literally just singing whatever came into my head, but for some reason I was hyper-creative and the song just seemed to flow. It became a continuous medley of songs from the 80's. I remember YMCA was definitely in there. As for the rest, I wish I could remember more of the song, it was brilliant. It was a proper musical performance. The audience loved it, and cheered wildly.



When I finished the song I bowed, and reminded myself that I was still asleep. I thought,
"No doubt Jess will wake up soon, she's an early riser." It was strange. I visualised the sight of her lying in bed- as in, just imagined it. But the act of doing so made it real. I wasn't just thinking about it, it became part of the dream and caused a false awakening. I got out of bed and started typing this up.

Makes me wonder. Can we have a visual imagination in a dream? Surely that ability is already maxed out with the creation of the dream itself. Is it possible to imagine something in there and not have it become real in some form? Puzzling.

Just got a few fragments from last night, not really worth a DJ entry.

Part 1: Was at a crazy-awesome party on a roof terrace. Got really wasted. I think I woke up a bit and went for a DEILD- or maybe just tried to stabilise, because I remember spinning on the spot really fast. I stuck my arms out and went even faster. Then I started floating around the party.

Part 2: Woke up the next morning at the party (false awakening ofc). Semi-lucid. Found myself wrapped up in blankets beside a naked Holly Valance. Freakin' jackpot! Good times were had.

Part 3: I was doing some kind of important assignment and a dude behind me was annoying me. I very uncharacteristically turned round and yelled at him, and he stabbed me in the eye with a pencil! I couldn't believe it, the pencil was actually embedded several inches in my eye! There was no pain. I slowly pulled it out which made a squelching noise. Niiice.

18.05.2010

Nooo Not the Sea! (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I had a really disturbed night's sleep last night. Throughout the night I woke up dozens of times- many of which were false awakenings, and I always felt stressed about something. I don't know what I should be feeling stressed about, but something definitely wasn't right!

One DILD I remember quite clearly happened at the beach near my house. In real life the beach is a dump (not literally, just a mess), but on this occasion it was completely clean with just the odd piece of driftwood lying about. I was walking towards the bottom with my brother and a few other people, and we got to the part where it becomes a grassy bank. The huge rocks that are usually at the bottom of the bank were gone, so the water was quite deep right at the base. Also, the bank itself went right into the water, with grass all the way in. I was walking with the sea to my left, on the left side of the group, so I ended up having to walk along the steepest part of the bank. I felt myself slipping on the wet grass, so I threw myself down flat and tried to grab hold of something. It didn't work, and I kept sliding down towards the sea.
"Shit, somebody help me out here," I said. My brother stuck out his arm. By this stage my legs were already underwater and I remembered I had my phone in my pocket and it was about to get soaked..
"Hang on a second," I pondered. "That's the ultimate dreamsign." I checked my hand, and couldn't believe it. "Don't worry!" I said to my brother, and let go of the bank. I floated out from the land on my back, looking up at the sky. A part of me still found it painful to think of my phone getting wet, but I just smiled about it.

It was right here that I either woke up or had a false awakening. Woke up feeling like there was something important happening, but couldn't make any sense of it. :S

10.05.2010

Re-run (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Another one where I don't remember becoming lucid, or doing a reality-check.

Strangely, this dream took place in the same school gym as the "Get Psyched" dream. The setting helped me remember it was a dream, since it's a place I haven't been in several years in real life. I started humming, and found myself singing Muse's version of "Feeling Good". I went on for a few minutes, but then realised I was just singing the same part over and over.

The lucidity was very clear. There was a definite feeling of being in complete control of my own body which I always remember from high-quality lucids. I thought about doing the task of the month- "jump off a skyscraper". I decided the best way to get to the top of a skyscraper would be to try and use my version of DEILD from within the dream. I closed my eyes to block out the gym, and visualised the roof of the skyscraper from The Matrix. I bent down and "felt" the concrete, but then the whole thing seemed to dissolve. My surroundings were gone, including the gym, and I wasn't quite sure what was going on. It felt like my head was fizzing. I quickly reminded myself to do a reality-check in the event that I woke up.



The next thing I remember, I woke up in a bed in the gym. I didn't bother to do a reality-check. I have no idea why. It was like I had just been reset completely. I sat up to see beds all around me. Beside mine was a cage with a small white mouse in it. I spent a while playing with it.

06.05.2010

Very Lifelike (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I can't remember the start of this one, so I'm just going to assume it was a DILD.

I was standing in a residential street at night. It was raining very heavily. Thinking about it, I might have figured out I was dreaming from being "floaty". As in, gravity wasn't working how it should, and I was gliding a bit with every step. It's always a fun way to catch a dreamsign- "Hey I'm flying a bit! Oh, dream!" Anyway, I thought about doing the task of the year, and I really thought it was within my reach this time. It was a really stable dream, and I reckoned it would last a good while. I wondered about how to time travel. There were no DeLoreans in sight, and I couldn't be bothered asking random people if I could use their time machine again.



I ended up having a false awakening- in the very same street! I caught it, and started talking to a girl who sat down on the pavement beside me. I don't know what she said, but I remember thinking that her reactions and conversationalism were very lifelike -in a way which made me slightly doubt I was dreaming. How could a construct of my own mind seem to have independent thought? I kept trying to predict what she was going to say next, or figure out what part of me her words came from, but I couldn't make any sense of it.

It's a bit strange to me that people talking on their own fascinated me so much when they have always done it in my non-lucids and I've never wondered about it. I suppose being lucid opened my eyes to the curious nature of it.