lucid

I had a few more FA's than this, probably 6 total. These are just the significant ones.

I'm taking pictures in a field. There's a white house up ahead. I'm with a girl, she's my friend.
The scene changes somewhere along the line to my grandparent's yard. I'm still taking pictures. My dogs are there, but they look like puppies. I take a picture of them.
I walk around to take more pictures. I walk up the driveway and I step in some dog shit. I look down. "At least it I'm not wearing my good shoes." I say to my friend. I look down. I'm wearing my Doc Martens. The bottoms look like my tennis shoes. I rub my feet in the grass. I look down at the bottom of my shoes, there isn't anything on it. "That worked well." I say

I wake up in my bed. I go downstairs. My grandma's visiting.
"Where's Cathy?" I say. She's supposed to take me to lab today.
"She got malaria." my mom says
"Ohh. Mosquito bite? I saw her get bit by one, it must have been that."
I want to show my grandma the awesome pictures I took (they really were awesome in the previous dream). I go upstairs to get my camera. It's on the floor of my bedroom. I go to grab it.

I wake up in my bed and try to get up. I'm floating. I float downstairs and out the door, but it's hard to control. I keep rubbing my hands together, which helps a little but not a lot. Strange, it has always worked to stabilize dreams for me. It's daytime outside. I see my neighbor across the street, Eric, who is always in his yard in my dream. I've never talked to him before this.
"Hey, Eric!" I yell
"Yeah?" he says. He sounds closer than he seems to be in the dream.
"Can you come help me out?"
"Sure." he says. He seems pretty friendly.

He walks over to me and grabs my hand (I'm still floating). I'm wearing gloves. I take them off. He starts to pull me across the yard.
"Eric, are you my dream guide?" I say
"Nope." he says
"Can you take me to him?" I say
"Yep, he's your friend. That's where I'm taking you."
"So.. how are you?" I say trying to make small talk. He looks at me with a blank expression.
"...how are you?" I say again, slower this time
"Oh. I'm alright." He says. Apparently he isn't a very intelligent DC. I see the shadow of a figure in my garage. I assume that this is my dream guide.
the dream fades and I wake up in my bed.

I lay in my bed for a minute. My cat is next to me. My sister walks by in the hallway. I look at the wall in front of me. There's some blue writing on it. I look at the writing and try to read it, it keeps changing. I become lucid. I try to walk out my door again, but I'm having issues. My vision is pretty blurry. I go downstairs and my vision melts to black.

I wake up in my bed. I look at my surroundings. There's a Winnie the Pooh poster on the wall. I definitely don't have one of those.. I become lucid. I walk out my door. As I'm getting downstairs, yet again my vision starts acting up again. As I get to the front door, I say to myself "When I step outside this door, everything will be clear." It works. I see Eric out in his yard again. He starts to walk over. He's wearing a black masquerade type mask and a brown shirt with what looks like a wolf and something else, maybe a wizard? idk.
"Nice shirt, Eric." I say
"Oh, thanks." he says.
"Yeah, it looks pretty badass. Will you help me find my dream guide again?"
"Sure, I just have to finish up with what I'm doing." He walks past my house. I'm not going to wait for him. The dream fades.

I wake up in my bed. I do a reality check. This time, it's real life.

February 20, 2011
Lucid Dream 182: The Dawn of an Empire
Series: The 108 Stars of Destiny, Episode 1
around 2:00pm
WILD

Category - Exploration/Battle


I have just recently finished the anime "Berserk" and I realized I was a lot like Griffith (in the sense that I have always wanted to be the King of an Empire or the king of something). I decided I would work toward building a lucid empire in my dreams. After a few lucids where I completely forgot about it (previous few dreams), I finally started the saga.

I laid down for a WILD attempt (nap) and reminded myself of what I wanted to do in my next lucid. After progressing through my technique and changing position a couple of times...SP set in. My hearing was intensified and I suddenly felt hands around my neck. The thought of me being choked popped into my head and the grip tightened. I ignored the hands and pushed the choking thought out of my head. They were soon gone as several flashing light patterns entered my vision. My body began to slide around my room. It eventually stopped and I stood up and looked around. I had successfully transitioned into the dream state.

I performed a few stabilization techniques and then dove head first out of my window. I walked over to the edge of the woods and began calling out for Seine (my lunar wolf companion). After a few moments, a jet black wolf, four times the size of a normal wolf, with fiery red eyes came barreling up out of the woods and stopped in front of me. I patted him on the head and spoke to him with telepathy. "It is time good friend. It is our time to rise. Take me to Kate!" His tail began to wag as I hopped onto his back and we flew over several mountains. I scanned the ground below, looking for some sign of her. We eventually flew upon a small village. Seine soared down and landed in front of a church. He then trotted up to the door and began sniffing it. I knew Kate was in there. I walked up and opened the door. I saw a woman with her back to me. She was placing flowers at the front of the church. I called out to her and she turned around. She could have been mistaken for an angel. She looked absolutely stunning in a casual white dress. I ran up to her, took her in my arms and kissed her. I then spoke to her, "It is time, my queen." We talked for a bit and I told her my plans. As we were leaving, I heard a noise behind us.

I turned and saw two men clothed in preacher-like attire. One of them began laughing and told me that Kate wasn't leaving the church. He said something about her being the property of god. I looked at him and said, "Don't make me kill you old man." He then opened his mouth wide, let out a demonic hiss and transformed into a monster. It resembled a chimera from the Resident Evil remake. Before I could react, Kate leapt at the monster and swung her weapon...cutting the monsters head clean off its shoulders. I now noticed she was holding a keyblade. The other priest transformed into a slightly different looking monster and Kate cut him in half. I noticed Kate was now wearing a sleek, skin tight, white leather body suit. I ran up to her and examined her keyblade. I looked at it closely and it was shiny silver, with a long flowing/shimmering/semi-transparent cloth, coming from the handle. I told her to put more power into it so I can see what it looks like powered-up. She held it above her head and shouted, "The Power of Holy! I command you!" (or something similar) There was a flash of light and a loud bang that sounded like a gun went off. It startled me a bit, and the dream became unstable. I quickly stabilized and looked at the keyblade once again. It had a set of angel wings on it that appeared to be made of silver. They flapped and moved as if they were alive. There were silver vines that curled up the keyblade shaft. The vines had some vicious looking thorns protruding from them. The actual key part resembled a cross with sharp points on it. The handle still had the long flowing gown-like material that covered her hand. There were small clouds floating around the keyblade as well. After forming a solid memory of the keyblade, I attemped to summon my own.

I threw out my hand, turned my head away and shouted, "Keyblade, I summon thee!" I felt cold metal touch my fingertips and I grasped it. I looked and saw a a simple green kingdom key. I then held it above my head and shouted, "Shine, with my inner power!" It then transformed into my keyblade. A few things were a little off, so I molded it with my hand until it looked right. Wanting to do battle along side my queen, I looked toward the back door and shouted, "Come on out and fight us!" The door slammed open and heartless began to pour out of the back room. There were also several more priests with them. We fought side by side for a while. Kate held her keyblade out in front of her and used, what I assumed to be, a holy spell. A ring formed above the keyblade (similar to an angel's halo) and a white light flashed and disintegrated many of the heartless. The ones left alive climbed out of the windows and left the church. I grabbed Kate's arm and ran outside. I called for Seine as we exited the building and he came running around the corner. We hopped onto his back and I told him to take us to the most bad ass castle he knew of. I planned on invading the castle, killing its occupants and starting my empire. We flew for a while, I realized I had been in this dream for a while. The dream became unstable once again. I tried to stabilize as best I could, but it ended as we were approaching an very blurry, enormous, white castle/fortress.

I've just recently decided (a few minutes ago actually) to try and make this a series of dreams and continue the story whenever I can remember to do so. My plan is to get to the castle with Kate and Seine, and start going on recruiting trips to try and get new members to join forces with me and take base at the castle. Much like the video game series Suikoden. I want to ultimately build an entire empire and go with it from there. Like in the Suikoden series, my recruits will be the "108 Stars of Destiny." I will give each recruit a "star name" (like the game). I've got a few good recruits in mind that I will seek out, but many decisions I will leave to "dream" time. I also plan on recruiting an adviser/right hand man to help me go out and recruit members (not sure who that will be yet).

the, 108 Stars of Destiny
1 - KingYoshi - The God Star
2 - Kate Beckinsale - The Queen Star
3 - Seine - The Companion Star

Series Details
Welcome to the epic dream series known as, "The 108 Stars of Destiny." Follow me as I build the most powerful army the dream world has ever seen. Along with the help of 108 key recruits, I take on the dream world and elevate to god-like status! Will anyone stand in my way? Stay tuned for more entries to the series!

February the 21st
First dream:
Okay i am in a classroom and somehow i pissed some bullies off and they startet to ruin all the tables that i had to fix - else the teacher would throw me outta school but the tables was SOOO heavy that i needed my friend to help.

Second dream:
Aight i am in a big changing room in a gym, and there are people with guns and shit all over the place. i got a sniper on my bag and a gun at my hip. It was my first time i should play hardball with my friends. There are two doors out of the room: the left and the right. First me and my mates goes outta the right one and we are now outside where the map itself is. We are the attackers and have to get into the fortress. First we had to go over the big big stone hill. We got the stone hill and while the other from my team moved on, me and a friend startet to snipe from the top of the hill.. We won and went back to the changeing room. We had a break and we went out of the left door. We are now in this very very big room that is the indoor map they made. an instructor told me that the white lines on the floor is "Wind and birds" and im out of sight here. The blue lines are checkpoints and the red ones are walls.

I tryed out my gun and realised it sucked ass so i went inside to find a decent one that i was told i could borrow. When i got into the changeing room once more this team of hawt chicks was going to play for their first time and startet to chit chat while i was finding the gun. We went inside the big room and played.

Thrid dream:
The dream starts with me being in your dinner room at home. i am sitting at the wrong end of the table and for some reason i asked myself ''Am i dreamining" - did an reality check and realised i was dreaming. i went lucid:

I tryed to remain calm but i felt that i was too exited. i felt this black void was sucking me in but i focused and startet to look on my hands, feeling the leather furnirute and it slowly became more clear.. After a few seconds it became black again and i couldnt help it.

atleast that was my 4th lucid dream WHOOHO!

I was sitting in some sort of 50s/Johnny Rockets style restaurant when a short haired older woman walked up to me with two or three children. She kept commenting on how nice my hair was and getting to me take my eyes off my Macbook Pro screen. She succeeded briefly and one of her kids bumped into me and apologized. By this time the woman and her children were out the door and I could see my laptop under her arm. I began shouting for security and screaming “she stole my laptop!” I ran out into the parking lot after her. It was dark outside and looked as if it had just rained, there were even still some puddles on the ground. Security followed behind me after a few seconds and the woman dropped the laptop to avoid getting caught and ran away (her children had already inexplicably disappeared). I ran up to the pile of broken laptop and noticed the name “Tyrell” on the side name tag. Thinking I had just ruined my friend’s laptop, I panic. Upon looking at the laptop a second time however, the label reads “Christopher.”

This immediately made me realize I was dreaming. I wanted to go to a club to take sexual advantage of this dream. I suppose I haven't had enough LDs to get that urge out of my system yet haha. Once said club appeared next door I lost a great deal of clarity. My visual sense was blurry and I really could only hear clearly. This persisted until I met a beautiful young woman of unknown ethnicity (something like an armenian/italian/something else mix) with carmel colored skin. We proceed to what seems to be the supply room (pretty large actually, and it even has a bed inside) and have many passionate sex sessions followed by questions--many of which I don’t remember. I do remember one though: our first time making out, when entering the supply room, I announce proudly “alright, the jig is up, I know you’re a part of my mind, what are you?” I either asked “what are you” or “what part are you,” either way the question went misconstrued and she answered “I guess it’s because you’re so a_____.” She said I was some word that started with an “a” that I don't remember. I did remember thinking it was a synonym for self-centered, but I could be wrong. We proceeded to do what we did after that as I described earlier. At the end she was crying so I wrapped my arms around her and asked what was wrong. She told me “You’re about to wake up, this is where you choose to stay here or go to the real world!” Sure enough, I woke up right after.

Dream Lucid Me DC DG?

Dream 1
I´m in some kind of field. There are lots of other kids there too. I realize it´s a dream. I start flying and try to get out of the field, but there´s some sort of invisible wall around it. I wake up.

Dream 2
I´m in the same field as in the first dream. I quickly realize it´s a dream and start flying again. This time I get away from the field and find myself in my room. It´s dark and a little scary in there. I try to get out of there, but I can´t get trough the walls or windows. I try to go through a mirror and succeed, but i´m still in my room. I step out of the mirror. I try to go through the windows again. This time I just break the glass and fall through. But I just land back to my room. I do it again. Same result. (Oh, come on.) Finaly I manage to jump outside. I start flying before I hit the ground and fly to my kitchen. I want to start looking for my DG again and call the guy from my last dream. (Patrik.) He appeares and I ask if he could take me to my DG. "Yes. You´re dream guides name is Goodheart. (Well, Good something.) But are you ready to meet him?" , he says. An locked box and a yellow parrot holding a key appeare. The parrot unlocks the box, and some colors start to spin on the side of the box. Finaly they form the word "yes" on it. "Follow me." ,he says. We start to walk towards the stairs, when I wake up.

Dream 3
I´m again in my kitchen, already lucid. I call for Patrik. He appeares, but this time he´s angry. "What is it?" ,he yells. "Well, the same question as in the last dream." ,I say. "Not now." ,he says. I leave my house. I start to feel some objects and listen to sounds in my dream. The dream starts to get more colorful. I fly on the same height as treetops. The wind on my arms feels so real, I can´t resist but to laugh a bit. I suddenly lose height, when some DCs dog starts to chase me. I fly higher, so it can´t reach me. I think it would be a good time to try to get to the Lucid crossroads once again. I see a pool. I dive in (No trouble breathing.) and swim to the surface. Instead of the pool in the Crossroads, i´m in some metal shell. I try to get through it for a while, but can´t do it. I dive back to the pool, and someone tells me I found one of the few metal shells still left in this pool. I wake up.

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

[I had several different dreams last night, two of which were lucid.]

[Dream #1] I'm playing Neopets. [In this particular dream,] Neopia is a fully-realized, three-dimensional world, but it's still a computer game that I'm playing using a mouse. The art looks just like it does on the real site. The game is played from a first-person perspective, and there are lots of rooms and areas to explore [just like the plot adventures on the real Neopets Web site]. One such area is filled with Neopets who are dressed in vaguely Arabian-looking clothes; they all have their noses covered with veils, which strikes me as somewhat ridiculous, since they all have such different shapes and sizes of noses. This scene makes me think, So Neopia does have something resembling an Islamic culture. I click my way into a hidden area and receive a special reward for finding it.

[Dream #2] I walk into my family's house, which is big and spacious and has two stories [and looks nothing at all like any of our real ones. House #2, our only two-story house, was nowhere near that big and was laid out very differently]. Suddenly, there are several men in the house with me. They're there to challenge me to a martial-arts tournament. I had known in advance that this challenge was coming. In the course of my conversation with them [which I don't really remember now], one of them eventually says that there is no challenge. Having become semi-lucid at some point during the conversation, I say boldly and firmly, “I have better things to do.” I begin making my way out of the house.

Then, I hear my mom yelling from behind me that the house is on fire and I should get out. I do so, thinking, I know I should just get out without stopping to try and rescue other people. I go out the front door and walk down a front walk that leads to a fairly high, steep flight of concrete stairs, which leads down a steep embankment, at the bottom of which are the public sidewalk and the street. I jump off the top step to get down to the front sidewalk more quickly. I fall in a long, slow arc, taking several seconds to get down, and land softly and gently on my feet. I had kind of known I was going to fall that way; I always do in dreams.

By this point, I'm definitely lucid. From the street, I take off and fly up over the neighborhood. Once again, it takes me two tries to take off. After the first time, I realize, I messed up – I wasn't concentrating right. I try again, kicking off with my right ankle and thinking about becoming airborne, as I always do, and this time it works. Flight feels like it always does, too.

I fly up and observe the neighborhood from above. I can see a little bit of the fire coming from the house I just left. After a minute or two, I land back on the street and see a little model of a single-story house standing on a table. I examine the model, concentrating on it, and succeed in making tiles blow off the roof with my mind. This action is directly inspired by the scene in Inception where they're at the cafe and the dream starts collapsing when Ariadne first realizes that they're dreaming. While I'm making the model blow itself to pieces, I think about how, when the characters from the movie are dreaming, they might use Michael Caine's name [*see Side Notes at end] in exclamations of surprise/anger/frustration, etc., as if he were their deity, because he was the inventor of the dream-sharing technology. I immediately dismiss this as a silly idea, though. I keep up what I'm doing, and eventually blow away all the broken-up pieces of the roof, exposing the interior of the model. It has separate rooms inside. There's a small, light brown, flea-like insect inside, with a sort of sail on its back. I know that the insect is my dad. [I don't even know.] I let it crawl onto my finger, rescuing it from the destruction of the model and setting it down gently outside the model.

This scene is immediately followed by an animated sequence of two foxes romping around in a grassy field and falling in love. I know that this means that both of my parents are still alive and got out of the burning house all right.

[Dream #3] I'm outside, in the daytime, on a series of tiled walkways, terraces, and stairways, elevated and built into the side of a hill. Some boy is following me around, singing a creepy version of some children's song at me, changing the words all around to suggest that he would like to do something sexual with me. At the end of the second or third repetition of the short song, I stop, sing the end of the verse for him, then smack him in the face. Then, a passing man helps me throw the offending boy over a wall and down a long flight of stairs. I see him get up after he reaches the bottom, and am glad to see that he can still get up and that nothing's broken.

The scene shifts slightly, and now I'm on the surface-level streets, walking around a city that I remember visiting in a dream before. [Except now I don't – false memory, apparently.] The city is bright and clean and filled with big trees. There is a train station across the street from where I'm walking. On my side of the street, there is an enlarged replica of one of the stores on Main St. at Disneyland. Upon seeing the prominent train station, I remark that my dream city doesn't necessarily have to be in the States; it could just as easily be in the UK. [This, despite the fact that said train station had a sign on the outside that very clearly read “Amtrak.”]

I walk in the main entrance to the store that replicates the one from Disneyland, and find myself in a shop that is part of a mall. I walk through that first shop and into a second one that resembles a Hot Topic (all the walls are painted black), only it's girlier (there are a lot more dresses). This store also has living mannequins that look exactly like the ones they have at Old Navy. One of these mannequins tells me that she wants to try on the dress I'm wearing, which I had gotten from that store earlier. It's a strapless, knee-length black sundress with little pink polka dots, pink lace decorating the top of the bodice, and a pink tulle underskirt part that makes the skirt puff out. There are lots of similar dresses on the racks in the store. [For some strange reason,] I'm wearing mine over the T-shirt and shorts I was already wearing. I'm really enjoying just walking around, exploring this dream. I exclaim aloud, “My mind is so awesome!”

I walk out of that store and around a corner, through one of the hallways that form the connecting core of the mall. I find myself wishing I could change out of the shorts I'm wearing under my dress, and just wear the dress. I go into another store, this one a Sephora. While I was in there, the dream ended.

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Side notes:

*Michael Caine's character's name is Stephen Miles (per the shooting script); that's what the other characters would say if they were to do that. I forgot that while dreaming, though.

Last night, when doing mental affirmations while falling asleep, I focused more on recalling the memory of what it feels like to be in a lucid dream, recalling past lucid dreams, and visualizing and imagining what it would have been like if I had become lucid in one of my memorable non-lucids. It worked really well.

As I was taught when I first tried to ski, people who are right-handed are generally right-footed as well, and are instinctively inclined to lead with their right foot and do most of their controlling of their movement with their right foot when skiing or snowboarding. I'm very pleased and not at all surprised to discover that this principle applies to my flying in dreams as well. I'm right-handed (and right-footed) in real life, and from the beginning, I've always instinctively used my right foot and ankle to kick off from the ground and launch myself into a takeoff.

Very fragmented vision/dream. I woke up only after a few hours sleep know I just had a real awesome dream and should write it down. Sadly I was so tired I decided to stay sleeping.. damn it now I can hardly remember it.

I was very tired as I went to bed as I had a very big day a lot of psychical and emotional work.

HI starts very quickly, it quickly becomes very very vivid. I see vision of the 'Taj Mahal' there is the most magnificent garden at the front with an amazing fountain and pond leading up to the temple.

I want to go inside but from no where the big gates appear as I approach the gate a 'spirit' approaches from the left, it is a floating triangular mask with a smoke body. I think why does it look like that, I don't like it, it should be a beautiful woman.

She transforms into a goddess brunette hair with amazing beauty, 'You can not pass through these gates', she says so calmly I feel weakened by her presence. 'why not? I want to see what is inside.'. 'I must teach you some lessons first' 2 other 'goddesses' appear they grab me and we float up into the air. I think rose pedals start to fall around me.

… A fragment .. I am talking to someone I am explaining to them how they should talk to the spirits I mention they should close their eyes and roll them up in their head, when they see a flash like a camera flash, this is when you can speak to them. There was more but I can't remember

I wake up and want to write it all down but am to tired so I go back to sleep and forget most of it .. damn it !

Technique: DILD (unintentional due to ISP)
Dream Control: 9
Dream Length: loooong
Recall: Above Average
Vividness: Excellent



So I'm about to go on this training mission, and one of my old drill sergeants is there, and she's wearing this red dress. We try to line up, but no body is doing what they're supposed to do. I look down on the ground and notice tiled floor, and say "hey, everyone toe the line". They do it, but it turns out this room is shaped weird, so the formation gets changed, and we're all crooked.

Our drill sergeant tells us that we're just going to have to go on that mission right away. I said "don't worry, I'm going to kill everyone for you", and she said "no, don't do it for me, do it for you". She started crying, and said that she wasn't going to be there anymore, and this silly 80s rock music kept playing over the loud speakers.

I left and found myself in my front yard with N, and two other girls. I was flirting with them as usual, and I noticed N had stripped panties. I was going bonkers. All of a sudden, all the girls were down to bra's and panties. We started walking down the driveway, and I started noticing how everything was. It was so foggy out, but the sun wasn't even visible, but it was clearly in the middle of the day by how bright things were. There were clouds among the fog that were really low, and I said "hey, do you think this stuff looks a bit weird? Like something out of a dream?".

The girls looked a round a little bit, and I did a nose pinch. It was successful, and I skyrocketed towards the air. I saw them from below and they were figuring out that they were dreaming. When I landed, N got on her cellphone, and started calling up her boyfriend, and apologizing for what she was doing earlier. I told her that she doesn't have to worry about it, cause it's a dream. All of a sudden she started turning black, almost melting and merging with the phone. She slushed down into a puddle of murk, and I knew it was boss time.

I ran over to the mailbox, and said I needed weapons, and smashed it with my fist. The mailbox was immediately filled with gloves and some other training equipment. I grabbed a dagger, and smashed the mail box again, this time requesting guns. I grabbed the barrel and pulled out this short stock desert brown, m-16 carbine. It was so light, that it felt like like a watergun. I headed back over there, and got a few blows in and the boss died seconds later. I told the other DC's to wait for me next time we get some action. One of them told me it was a training program and they could always make more.

I shot my gun a few times randomly, and some guy in a truck looking for trouble pulled up. I told him that he didn't want to mess with me at all. The guy proceeded to pull out a gun and shoot me. I grabbed his arm and the guy had a heart attack. I said "I'll make it rain bullets on you". I grabbed his gun, and shot the bullets so slow that they came out like toy bullets. They went maybe a foot in the air, arched and landed on his body. I proceeded to empty the chamber, and everyone was laughing. One of the DC's was commenting about the weird crap I do in my dreams when I'm lucid.

I had a really interesting dream yesterday about climbing up this huge building and then jumping off it and then some terrorist attacking it and it was really long and vivid but of course I'm too lazy to post it. The only reason I'm going to post last night's dream is because part of it was lucid. So here goes..

Balloon
I was inside my house and was holding onto this balloon, which was the size of a normal balloon, nothing fancy. But it started lifting me off the ground. I thought this was really cool so I took it outside so that I could go higher up with it. At this point I realized that I was dreaming but still wanted to see where the balloon took me. I let it pull me up off the ground and I got to the top of my tree in the front yard before it popped and I came back down. It was pretty disappointing. I kept repeating to myself "I'm in a lucid dream" so that I wouldn't forget it. I wasn't really sure what to do after that. I contemplated flying and other things but nothing seemed to interest me. It was like lucid dreaming was boring because I couldn't think of anything to do. Then the dream started fading and I lost control of it. I don't think I woke up.. it just took me right to another dream.

DJ Log: February 20, 2011 – 4:45AM (USA Eastern)
Text color legend: · NON-DREAM · NOTES · DREAM · LUCID ·

(Note: Before bed, I ate a peanut butter, strawberry, and banana sandwich with a full glass of apple juice)

I am walking through a user car lot with a female DC. She points at a couple of cars along the way, but I tell her to keep looking because the one she pointed at was not a very reliable car. I look up and see a couple of cars flying overhead. I become lucid and reinforce it with a nose pinch that fails. I look back at the DC and see that she has partially morphed into a theater popcorn machine. I reach into the machine and grab a bag of popcorn, then shake my head and continue walking.

Unfortunately, this is all that I can recall at 10:00AM. I failed to write anything in my log book or record anything on my tape recorder.

February 18, 2011
Lucid Dream 181: An Unsatisfactory Performance
Series: Sexcapades, Episode 1
around 4:00pm
DILD

Category - Party/Sexual


....Sexual Content Dream....I can't remember the start of this dream for anything. I have flashes of waiting on a pier and getting onto a cruise ship. Other than that, I haven't a clue. The first think I remember, is running into a friend from high school. I was on a large cruise ship and ran into "Agi." It was night time, and we were at the back of the ship and there was romantic music playing. I began kissing her neck and slowly laid her down on her back. I remember thinking, ok I better stabilize so the dream doesn't end. From this point on I was lucid. I performed some quick stabilization techniques and removed her bathing suit. She looked absolutely stunning naked. We started slow, romantic sex in missionary. After a bit, I was bored, so I started hammering away. I changed position to where I was standing up straight and holding her upside down. The back of her head was still laying on the ground. After a bit, I rolled her over and changed holes. I was now rocking it doggy-style in her ass. I later placed "myself" between her tits and began titty f***ing her. About this time, two other females joined in. I lost lucidity during the three way action.

Agi had now turned into an attractive asian chick. I was dressed and talking to the two woman who had joined in. We were all four porn stars on party cruise. As we drank and smoked a few blunts, the girls were talking to me about the asian. They said that this was the fourth session in a row that she was unsatisfied with. I immediately got defensive. I said, "What? I was putting everything I had out there? How could she not enjoy that?" The two girls both agreed with me and said that they were more than pleased with the session. One of the girls moved her foot up and began massaging "me" under the table. One said, "Maybe she likes getting her ass licked?" I replied, "I did that! She seemed like she was enjoying it!" I woke up while taking shots with the porn stars.

Class is thrown out the window in the dream series, "Sexcapades." Not unlike your favorite porn video, I unleash my inner "Ron Jeremy" and give those DCs what they are looking for ! Stay tuned for more entries to the series!

Dream Lucid Me DC DG?

Dream 1
I´m sitting on my bed, watching some videos from my computer. They´re all some horror movies and they all have zombie virus as a theme. I remember only one from this dream. (Okay, this one didn´t really have zombie virus in it.)It was about some boy who had some sort of decease which prevented him from bending his legs. (He was my cousin in the dream.) There were two guys in some maze made of hay. The other guy had a big gun. I was the other one. I left, and then saw some scenes where the other guy went back first to one of the walls, which was covered in blood. When I came back, I saw the deceased boy dancing on top of an pile of corpses (The gunman was on the top.) and saying something like "Now we´re a big and happy family forever." (Thats what kids with necronomic powers allways say in horror movies, right?) Then the dream changed.

Dream 2
I´m in some mansion. There´s a man in there who is blamed because he did something with bees. Later I find out that he used the bees to carry an virus of some sort. Then one of the mans in there goes crazy and shoots the beeman to the face with an shotgun. (Luckily, he only had one ammo.) Then people start to eat each others fingernails. (Well, more like fingertips. They said they have lots of lactose in them.) Thats the point where I decide to run away and never come back. When I exit the house, I see people eating dogs. (Alive dogs, that is.) I run to a tunnel. Then I suddenly remember how to exit a dream. I close my eyes and open them as fast as I can few times. Then I remember that I could become lucid instead of stopping the dream. But the dream starts to fade. I manage to stabilize it and exit the tunnel. I start to fly, but some kids fly after me saying something which I can´t remember. I send them away. Two other girls appear saying something about some sandal competion. I tell them to stop coming to me, because I want to enjoy my lucid. But as they´re turning away, I remember something again. "Unless you know where my dream guide is." ,I say to them. "Follow us." ,they say. We fly closer to the house where I left. "Patrik, come here!" ,they yell. "Is my dream guides name Patrik?" ,I ask. "No, he´s going to help you find youre dream guide." ,they answer. We land and some cartoon style japanese/chinese (Thin, eyes closed, big teeths on upper jaw, that kind of cartoon.) appears. "Follow me." he says. I follow him to a door and he opens it. All four of us step in. It´s some basement, which seems to be under construction. There´s cobwebs everywhere. There´s some pretty pale thing standing there. "Do you know where my dream guide is?" ,I ask. He just stands there. The door slowly closes behind us. I see an cardboard troll thing behind a low wall. It rises higher and higher. I get a little scared. "Don´t worry." ,Patrik says. I calm down and look at the troll. It immedietly goes back behind the wall. "Well?" ,I say to the pale thing. Still no answer. I keep the troll behind the wall by looking at it onces in a while. I start to here some music. I quess it´s supposed to be scary but it´s not. "Go through that door." ,the thing finaly says. It´s not really a door. It´s just some foam covering an hole in the wall. We pull it away, and on the other side I see an thing similiar to the one in the basement, but this one seems angry. I also see two platforms there. The angry thing says something about damn kids while I step onto the higher platform. There´s two red balls on it. But then the dream starts to fade and I wake up.

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Good morning! I kinda failed my WBTB this morning, fell asleep again and woke up a few hours later. I figured I still had time for the G+C combo, and even though it worked, I couldn't fall back asleep afterwards. The lucid was a fun one though, so I don't mind!

00.15: Sleep

05.55: Crazy elevator ride
I'm in an elevator with a black guy. He's got a glock and I realise he's going to shoot someone. The doors open and he kills two people instantly. The doors close and we go to the next floor. Rinse and repeat. I press myself to the corner of the elevator to not get hit. The doors open once again and this time the two people don't go down in a second. They are pumped full of lead and blood gets everywhere. The doors close. We go down a level and when they open again. Two guys rush in with guns pointing at our heads. The guy I'm with drops the glock and I pick it up. "You think you're fast enough for me?" one of the guys ask. I draw and shoot two shots in an instant. Nothing happens though, and it's like I was shooting blanks, but we all knew I would. "Haha see? It's as fast as a doubleclick with the mouse" I say and they all agree that I'm fast.

05.55: Fragment
*I'm at some appartment complex. A few old people have just moved in next door, and some guy really wants their appartment. He begs and almost starts crying. I spot a river full of colourful pieces of glass. I pick a blue one up and head towards the nice pond in the middle of the place.

07.20: WBTB 10 minutes

08.10: I am in control MILD
I'm running around at some complex, playing a weird game with alot of othe people. The map reminds me of some "Golden Eye" map, winter and sterile surroundings, glass windows and metal stairs all around. I hide behind some boxes. I need to get a hold of some brown stones. They are scattered all around the map, and you're supposed to put them in snowballs which you then throw at people to kill them or whatever. I get out of hiding and find a small brown stone and put it in a snowball. Some guys on mammoth's run past me and I follow them.

A smaller mammoth is at the back and I intend to get him. I throw the snowball at the beast and it collapses. I start fighting the small rider, and suddenly we're in a garage. I can't fight as usual, and my kicks are so lame. I have the advantage though, and I land atleast one nice kick in his stomach. Some other people shows up, one guy laughs at me. "You want some too?" I ask and walk up to him. I start dodging to the side like a boxer, and remove my gloves. I can't seem to hit him though, and it's really frustrating.

I become lucid and stop what I'm doing. I turn around and give the smaller guy a blow in the stomach that throws him with incredible force into a corner. I quickly turn around again and grab the other guy and his girlfriend with telekinesis. I slam them into the wall next to the other guy and hold them there. "Everyone, line up infront of me!" I yell at the remaining people in the garage. They start lining up, side by side infront of me. "Come on hurry up" I say and grab the remaining people with telekinesis and position them.

I count seven people infront of me. I look at my hands and rub them. It's time for some payback I think and turn around to the people at the wall. I recognise the girl, it's Ariadne from "Inception". "You're way too cute to die. Get in line" I tell her and she gets in line with everyone else. "Hmm... Now we're two people too many" I say and try to figure out who I need to get rid of. I take a close look at each and everyone, and a half-bald, short guy in his late thirties gets my attention. "You" I say and point my finger at his face. I close my thumb just like I was holding a gun, and he jerks. A small red dot appears on his forehead and he collapses. A guy next to him looks almost the same, and I decide he's next. "Kill yourself" I tell him. He points his finger to his temple, and pulls the trigger. He collapses next to his friend.



"I am in complete control over you!" I say. "You're just a part of my subconscious". I try to remember my dreamtask, but I can't recall what it was. "What was my dreamtask?" I ask them. "Beer and bread" a guy tells me. An old classmate of mine, starts talking. "You owe me a beer! Remember last ti..." I cut him off by grabbing his throat with telekinesis and lift him up. "What did you say? I can't hear you" I tell him and watch him struggle. He's making grotesque faces and strangled noises. "I am in complete control!" I yell at them as I walk down the line. When I get back to the middle I release him. He gasps for air on his knees.

Suddenly I remember my task, to summon Ozzy once again. "Get out of the way" I tell a girl at the end of the line and push her to the side. I look around the corner and whistle. "Ozzy! Come here boy!" I yell. Nothing. I look to my left and then back again and there he is. He runs up to me, he's brown this time, and he's got a tail, but his size is the same, around two feet tall. He bites my wrist gently and don't want to let go. "How are you?" I ask him and wonder if he can answer me. I hug him and scratch his chest, the feeling is very realistic, but as I close my eyes, I start to lose the dream.

I try to DEILD, but my recall isn't the best, and I'm afraid I will lose the memory of the dream, so I give up.

08.10: Wake up

Amount of sleep: 7½ hours

Supplements: 2 x Omega-3, 200 mg B6, 250 ml applejuice, 1 x Lucid Dreamer at WBTB

That's it! I'm not sure I've had that good control with telekinesis before. Everything happened in an instant and there was no resistance at all. Was also a very long time ago since I was actually evil in my dreams, but I have to admit it was fun!

Keep on dreaming, HARE BRA!

NON DREAM DREAM LUCID DREAM
I am walking up the stairs, trying not to make too much sound, my shoes hard against the hard wooden floor, as if they might fear that I’m a prowler. It’s the house of my auntie, Chris (perhaps triggered by the lengthy conversation with my mum last night about Chris and Oma and Luke) – the original house from childhood visits - and I’ve just arrived in Holland. Coming up the stairs onto the first floor, the door is open, so I’m planning on going into the first room opposite the stairs without stirring anyone, but when the bed comes into view, there is a soft pre-dawn light filtering through transparent curtains, and my cousin Luke is going down on his girlfriend, she wearing nothing but a green t-shirt (perhaps a reference to my favourite colour at Induction Day at Amnesty yesterday)... They see me almost immediately, reacting surprised, the girl gesturing with some embarrassment that my room is upstairs, as I also try and save the situation, like I don’t want to interrupt I only need to know where I’m sleeping and I’ll be as quick as gone. In the next room, where I expect to find Chris, there is again movement under the blanket, and multiple heads stick out surprised, with at least three couples all surprised to see me.

Upstairs in the dark, spacious attic like a small community hall with hard wooden floor, there are lots of people who are familiar to me as the friends me and Luke used to hang with when we were all younger, and starting with Luke, I give them all big powerful hugs, crushing them close for a brief passionate hug in the excitement, although physically they all resemble closer the dark long-haired, Latino faces of More’s friends we used to hang with in Cusco, or in Plaza Dorego in Buenos Aires, and I suppose thusly, a gringo, a friend of a friend, I’m more excited to see them again as they are of me. They’re all coming to visit at the same time, and next I remember that a band, modelled physically on the consummate rock star faces of The Church (in mid-December 2010 they played at my last shift working at Notes), singing 90's grunge music, the singer almost resembling a thinner version of old Peter Fonda (from the Californication episode a few days back on late Sunday night), playing a low-strapped electric Stratocaster, in the middle of the room without needing to set up.

At the drinks table, a guy who is in his late 30’s, a musician type, recognises me as the guest of honour, asks me to crack his back, and I don’t need too much instruction before I hold him firmly with my left hand on his shoulder and with my other hand cupped inside his left shoulder blade push it forward with a sinewy pop that seems to relieve him. He then tests out how much looser his shoulder feels, softly but still quite rigidly assuming a drummer’s stance and playing a simple beat on the air. There’s another veteran of the rock scene, tall and strong and a bald head, dressed sharp and all black, and, in the obliged manner as if the gig and their being present were contractual, he pours me a drink as if for a competition winner. He and the drummer talk about how tough musicians have it, continuing without irony even as I tell them that they’re lucky, they get to make a living out of playing music.

*

In another scene, I am downstairs, outside in a small narrow courtyard on the side of the house, and one of the girls across from me talks about how they have this thing they do, and I realise that there’s a guy that has already scaled the two tiers of sloping tiled rooves.

He is standing on the edge of the roof, if only for the rush of adrenaline, when he suddenly snaps backward violently as if slipping, and very quickly slides on his back down the first tier of slick, concave terracotta tiles, bouncing down onto the second shorter tier, when we all stand, reacting to break his mortal fall, but without significant resistance caused by any one of us, he somehow slows, turning on the lip of the roof and, cart wheeling smoothly in the air, lands gracefully on his feet.


In a subsequent scene, I move naturally through the liquid surface of a horizontal, rectangular mirror set at eye-level on the wall, coming out again in the darkened back of what resembles a garage and move to the front, with the big barn-like door open and strong sunlight coming in through the gaps in the roof as if it were made up of long sticks bound together, or lots of big holes in the jungle leaf roofing.

I notice a strange looking child next to my leg, who seems to be alone (perhaps like the toddler in the stroller alone outside the general store along Glebe Point Road yesterday, staring expressionlessly down the street) and I stoop to it, perhaps to ask where her mother is. The ugly, fat baby, standing up wobbling with arms outstretched, not physically older than 2 years old, talks to me, although in a squeaky voice, perfectly, like talking to a much older kid. Loose, pock-marked skin, becomes mice ears the next time I look (like my pet rat when I was in my teens who developed a tumour and lost all of its hair)...

Holding it in my hands, I put it down to let it free as an over-grown bald and wrinkly mouse, that resembles the skin and deformation of a person with an ageing disorder. I think about it again (perhaps based on my background thinking lately to more regularly question to the logic of what I’m experiencing, and exercise my memory like whether I can remember the steps that lead me to my present location) and suddenly realise that I must be in a dream, immediately holding my nose and when I feel the contradictory wind through my nostrils, I say out loud that I’m dreaming to Simon Patterson who has been with me for sometime now, who I know will be interested in this realisation and follow me in exploring its implications.


Lucid dreaming, I suppress the thought that I might wake up if I get too excited, as well as the thought to write down this breakthrough and document what is happening subsequently (as if learning from the previous attempt – with the differently coloured humus – where I immediately began writing in the excitement, a reaction that I explained to Symo and Ken on last Friday night as being stupid, saying that ‘I totally missed the point’), and have no trouble focusing on trying to change the scene with my mind, focusing specifically on the mirror which we have been passing through. I see the people in the courtyard on the other side, but now the conceit doesn’t function, and the mirror changes from a realistic inanimate object into never existing in the first place, an empty black frame built into the wall. I had assumed that my sub-conscious was still active, and it seems from this evidence that my awakening of conscious awareness in the dream has limited the fanciful potential of my imagination.

19.02.2011

Cash drop hour!! (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was attending a class of something. It was probably a class about ESP or some sort of psychic stuff that I already archive and use on a daily basis, I cannot remember well.
The teacher was pretty eccentric and I was feeling bothered because the teacher was trying to teach me something she was well aware I already archived.

We went to some sort of beach with the entire class. The teacher told me how to do some kind of energy work, but I told her I knew well about it. While we were waiting for other students, a red parrot flew by me and turned into a dark red pigeon. It stopped by me and the teacher stared in amazement. I started to pet the pigeon and it started to purr like a cat. I was surprised of such situation and looked at the animal. It was a cat, a beautiful red skinned cat. It almost glowed. The cat was asking for love and purring very intensely.

Suddenly, I waked to a kiosk with a stage. A sat in the stage with a few random psychics that I do not know in waking life. One psychic told me to create a PSI Ball and throw it to one guy or gal in the public. I did. My PSI ball hitted a guy who woke abruptly from his chair and grabbed a can of coke. He drank the whole can in one gulp and died. I was surprised of what happened. Another psychic threw a PSI Ball to other gal in the crowd. She stood up and grabbed a can of Red Bull. She drank it in one gulp and died as well.

A third member of the crowd got hit by another PSI Ball, but before she could grab a can of a soda, I threw a bottle of water. She drank from it and did not die. I told the other psychics that sodas were not good. From here, we did some sort of manifestation against soft-drinks distributors.

I walked to my neighborhood and I saw a few DC (both adults and kids) picking up cash and stuff from the floor. I saw a small banner that said, "Cash drop hour. Next event at 2:45 PM" I figured that some rich people arrived to throw free money. I went upstairs, home, where I met with a random DC. We were watching some TV when she realized that more people was dropping cash. I ran and exited my building. I grabbed a $1,000 bill before it scape, but it had a white face, so it was fake. I focused on picking up as much cash as I could from the ground. However, I arrived late. I realized that at least I could pick up some cash. I had a few $10 bills and two $500 bills. I was happy because I could pay of some credit cards I have some balance left. I also had some credit vouchers from restaurants and some Magic the Gathering cards. I ran home and when I arrived to show the DC all I gathered, I had none. Both the DC and I ran downstairs and exited our home. We saw some people picking up stuff from the floor. The next cash drop event was going to take place in a street, but my friend did not want to go.

Suddenly, the dream rewinded itself to the beach. I realized I just been there, so I turned lucid. My level of lucidity was very low and I had little control over the dream and the plot guided me. I recalled the Cash drop hour and I wanted to be there first, so I decided to teleport there.

I arrived at my street and I saw a TV where they announced that several people was dying fast. I saw it was the kiosk where I was with those psychics. I felt sorry for them as I knew the solution, but I wanted to be there first so I could take some cash to the waking world.

I saw a few kids with a big stack of Magic the Gathering cards. One of them told me, "I got his amazing card. It is some awesome! I might throw it at the cash drop even to make it more interesting!" I asked the kid to show me the card. I replied, "It is just Liliana Vess. She is a nice planeswalker, but I got a few of those... she is work about $10... nothing to freak out" The kid showed me some useless cards and some other good, but not big dollar cards.

I wondered when the cash drop was going to start. I was not sure how long the dream was going to last and I wanted some cash. I asked to myself if I really could take any cash at all.

It was sunny and I wanted to do something, so I decided to draw a portal with my fingers like I did in the past, with no success... I did not focus really into the task as I wanted to wait for the cash drop thingy. I snapped my fingers twice in order to summon Dreamer, but I neither put a lot of effort, so it failed. I had no control on this dream and I was neither thinking straight. While I waited for the event to happen, I woke up.