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    1. Lucid Dream 177: Dark Streets...

      by , 02-10-2011 at 08:11 AM (KingYoshi's Dream Journal...My World is Different)
      February 8, 2011
      Lucid Dream 177: Dark Streets
      Series: Meiseki na Yume, Episode 1
      around 10:00am
      DILD

      Category - Exploration


      I was in a room planning strategy with several people from the anime, Blood+. We were discussing ways to kill Diva (a queen chiropteran from the anime). Saya was in the room with us, as well as Haji, David, Kai, and Lewis. Suddenly, the door burst open and James "Ironsides" walked in. He stated that he wasn't there for blood, but there to give a warning. He said, "If you pursue Diva, you will all die. However, if you turn Saya over now...your names will be forgotten." I laughed and began making fun of James. I was trying to provoke the evil within him. He also wanted to acquire a large dresser that was in the room with us. It was a vanishing cabinet (like the ones from Harry Potter). He walked up and knocked on it to see if it was hollow. I laughed again and started talking shit. His eyes glowed red with fury, and he stormed out claiming we made a fatal decision. We got back to strategy talks. I was getting bored so I started molding balloons. I was slowly forming faces out of the balloon with my hands. I made a few and then started making a Mega Man face. I looked away at one point and when I looked back, the Mega Man face had changed into a Washington Redskins helmet. I performed a RC and became lucid.

      I stood up, turned, and dove headfirst out of the window, taking flight in the process. I was flying over a city. It was dark outside and I heard voices from behind telling me to wait. Saya and a few of the others had apparently became lucid as well. I landed and we all began free-running (parkour). The city was dark and there weren't many street lights. I noticed there were many owls flying around in the city and a lot of homeless people. Several times I performed tricks/stunts over sleeping homeless people. After running around the city for a while, I spotted a chiropteran (human/bat monster hyrid). Me and Saya began battling chiropterans in throughout the city. I cut several of their heads off and Saya finished them off with her blood (her blood is lethal to them). We entered a building and began exploring a crawl space/ventilation duct. I came upon an alternate vent and entered it. The others told me I was going the wrong way, but I ignored them. There was sunlight coming through the vent up ahead. I came to the end of the vent and it opened up onto a beach. I stood on the sand and felt the wind blowing across my face. I could smell the saltwater and even heard/saw several seagulls flying above me. It was a beautiful site indeed. I felt myself waking up, so I immediately prepared to DEILD...

      Series Details
      "Meiseki na Yume" is Japanese for, "Lucid Dream." In this series, I take my passion for anime and combine it with my passion for lucid dreaming. Join me as I explore the world of anime the best way I know how, in my dreams! Stay tuned for more entries to the series!

      Updated 05-29-2013 at 10:51 PM by 22654

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    2. Day 11: Sports Games and Telekinesis

      by , 02-09-2011 at 11:08 PM (A Penrose Mind)
      My dream recall's getting worse and worse these days, getting up at 4:30 in the morning doesn't help.

      Dream 1:
      I'm at my friend's house(who apparently in the dream is rich). His den is very shiny and white. On a table in the den are around a hundred copies of "Game Informer." Each of them says that there are 66 free games inside.

      "Wow, your dad has all these games?" I ask my friend.

      "Yeah." He tells me. We go into his room and start to play some xbox. Then everything fades out and I wake up, and go right back to bed.

      Dream 2:
      I meet my friend (for some reason in the dream his name is Apilde) in the hospital. I ask him what happened to him.

      He starts to have a flashback, which is strangely enough all in anime.

      What happened to him was, some punk or something, shot a grenade launcher at his feet (he said it was a hollow point grenade). It blew off his clothes and everyone else's clothes too. Everyone had to run across the street to get underwear from the underwear shop (wow I can't believe I'm actually saying this). When everyone got their underwear Apilde went over to get some too. He found a hate message about him in there. Everyone in the class blamed poor Apilde for the attack. Then he went to the hospital.

      (I almost became lucid here because I contemplated that hollow point grenades don't exist, but I brushed it off quickly after).

      Afterward I left him to go do other things.

      I'm in the hallway of my apartment building now. Apparently most of my friends live here now. We all chill out at one place for a bit, but then quickly transition to another apartment. But the person who owned the other apartment only allowed a certain amount of people and didn't let me in.

      There's a scene change. I'm at some sort of friendly sports game, the kind that you play if you ever go to summer camp. But these people are of all different ages and I barely know any of them. The only game I can remember (actually I think it was the only game there) was a bicycle race.

      At first I see some other people do it. One girl fell off her bike.

      "You know what you need to do." One of the student coaches call out to her, apparently there's a penalty game.

      The coach walks up to the girl and they both start making out (my kind of sports games!).

      I decide I want to go on the next race. What I find out quickly is that if you anger one of the coaches (and sometimes they just get angry for no reason) they'll downgrade your tricycle to a unicycle. I was downgraded to unicycle very quickly.

      The race begins and I'm kicking ass (apparently a unicycle is my thing) and beating everyone else. I see the finish line, then my vision gets dark, like I've closed my eyes, I cant see a thing! I try opening them and see the inside of my apartment building. I'm waking up! I shut my eyes. I can still feel and hear everything going on in the dream I just lost my sight. I try to concentrate and it comes back to me. I fall of my unicycle, theres no way I can get back on. I pick it up and run (screw the rules I'm dreaming!).

      I slide down onto the finish line. I think I was third or fourth. I see my friend, Kevin. I go up to him (oh yeah, it's winter now for some reason). While we talk about stuff I see a sign with Apilde's name on it. It says he came in 10th place (he never even participated but okay!). It brings a smile to my face. Then I remember something.
      I was waking up a second ago! I'm dreaming! I tell Kevin.

      "Hey Kevin, you know this is a dream right?" I ask him.

      "What?"

      "Yeah this is dream."

      "That's not possible."

      "Why not?" I ask.

      "If this is a dream, then why am I dreaming too?" (I think he means why are we in the same dream together).

      I don't have the heart to tell him he's just a projection of my subconscious so I give him the benefit of the doubt and say, "I don't know." (I'm very polite to my DCs ).

      We walk into his house which happens to be on the grounds. I decide to do something cool. I call to Kevin.

      "Hey Kevin watch this."

      I use telekinesis to close the door. I've never done it before and it feels really cool. I try to open it too but I can't get a good grip on the handle, so I just open it up and play with the door some more. (By the way, it seems that when I walked through the door I teleported to a different location. Now I'm on the first floor of my apartment building, where my friend Mansoor now lives).

      One of Mansoor's relatives (relatives he doesn't have) come up to me. He pushes the door and pretends to close the door with telekinesis, trying to mock me (I should of telekinetically bitch slapped him in the face DX).
      I start losing lucidity at this moment. I look in the living room. There's a HORRENDOUS song playing on the tv. It was one of the worst things I've ever seen my subconscious put together. I rather not talk about it. Afterward we sit down to eat at the table. Then my cousin shows up, and I wake up.

      Well telekinesis, that's new. Gotta test that out for Operation: Ghost. I tried to think about Operation: Ghost before bed, and I watched a crap ton of freddiew vids, to no avail. It seems when I become lucid I just focus on one small thing instead of the bigger picture. Oh well, it'll just take practice. But telekinesis is cool !
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    3. Heaven and the lake of fire

      by , 02-09-2011 at 08:47 PM (Tales from the sun chaser.)
      Technique: WILD (unintentional due to ISP)
      Dream Control: not tested
      Dream Length: loooong
      Recall: Average
      Vividness: Excellent

      I'm lying down after just waking up, and all of a sudden, HH kicks in. I feel like I couldn't breathe, but I didn't force myself out of it. It stopped, and then I felt like I was sinking slowly though the bed. I opened my eyes and it looked like I was in my room but sinking through my bed. Soon I was inside the floor and going lower. As I continued my descent, my vision became covered in flames.

      Suddenly I started rising again, higher and higher. This continued for some time until I found myself in the upper atmosphere. I flew through endless cumulus clouds for a while. Some of them had big boo's and boo buddies from the Mario Series in them. I remember getting to a place and having to do something, but I was too late, so it had a cool down time before I could try it again. I lost lucidity shortly after.
      Tags: clouds, flying, wild
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      lucid
    4. My Twisted Dream.

      by , 02-09-2011 at 06:04 PM
      Well, I had one of my first dreams in about a month this morning. I had woke up to go get my cat, but she hopped down at me dragging her into bed with me. I fell asleep rather easily, and this is what I remembered from my dream.

      The setting was at a high-security school-like building. It wasn't prison, heavens no. It had green grass, playgrounds, and friendly people with different personalities. but I don't recall going into the building, don't know what was in there. I was wearing some sort of mask, that covered my whole face, but I couldn't feel it and forgot about it half the time. I met this guy who, out of courtesy, I was going to go see his "science" project. (This probably relates to a little project we're in science right now.) But on the way, we got side tracked, next thing I know, I was space-hopping (I can't really fly, but I can hop like it's zero-g.) around a playground, and down the road. I made really good friends with him in that short time. I continue hopping down a hill road and next thing you know, I hopped onto a car-shelter, and for some reason, I started tearing into it.

      Strangley, this pissed all the kids my age in the school-like place off, and I heard a giant voice over some intercom, (no idea what it said) and apparently, all the people were gonna get harshley punished. Even my friend turned on me, pissed in some out-of-this-world furry. Everyone was on the ground, and I was on the parking shelter, so I kept tearing into it, which it tore relativley easy. The kids ran off from above the mountain, and jumped onto the shelter. I jumped down to the kids on the ground, and next thing I knew, this fat-ass kid was attempting to fight me. Unsurprisingly, he could kick ass. Me, being the skinnier and more flexible one, dodged his punches, and took a few. (Pain in my dreams is really numbed, and I can hardly feel anything I don't want to.) I hed butted him in the stomach, punched him in the face a few times, and next, I was running away from this flash-mob from nowhere. The part I remember was running up to a corner, outside of this fence, and turning.

      After turning, I came about a row of cactus-people, with cactus guns, that shot cactus-like bullets. Me and my zero-g leaping, I doged them all and headed to the exit. The kids were probably far behind, getting punished or what not.

      Outside of the giant school building, it was a crowded city. I ran to a parking lot buidling, probably looking for my car. (I don't drive yet, lol.) I got into the elavator, and it took me one level up at a time. I was on the second level, I re-got into the elevator with an old man, to level 3.

      Level 3 was pretty significant. There, I pushed the button again, and I walked to the other side of the room and waited. The elavator door opened, and I didn't get to it before it was filled up by people who appeared out of a door. The door closed, and I was stuck there again. I pushed the button. Next time the elavator opened, more people got in, and an old lady pushing an old man in a wheelchair stood next to me. The door closed, and started going up before either of us got in. The woman cursed, took out her keys, and pushed a red button, and the elavator made a screeching sound, and the doors opened up again. "Everyone out! This man's in serious condition, too much to drink, he did." She said, and everyone scrambled out. I was happy at what luck this was. The older lady went in, but so did about four more people, leaving me no room. The door closed, and started up again.

      Out of the opposite elavator, the crowd of pissed off kids burst towards me. "There he is!" Some littler kid screamed, and they all hoisted me up off the ground. I was fighting for my life, and some nerdy person took off the elavator control panel, and started fiddling with the peices with a screwdriver. My old friend, shouted "Take off his mask! I want to see his face before it's mangled!" They ripped my mask off, but I turned to the side, away from the crowd, facing the now open elavator doors. Apparently, they saw my face, and they threw me into the elavator. They pushed a shit-load of buttons, and closed the door, before I could give out my last scream. It started up, going faster, much faster, up. It gained so much speed, faster and faster. I didn't know how tall this buidling was! I was basically preparing for death. What a horrible fucking life, I thought.

      Then a red light came on.

      The elavator came to an abrubt halt.

      It started back down again.

      "It's the old lady..." I thought. Then I woke up, before the doors opened.

      Updated 02-09-2011 at 06:31 PM by 42198

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      lucid , memorable
    5. 2/3 Mon: Broke Dryspell

      by , 02-09-2011 at 08:36 AM (One Must Imagine Sisyphus Happy)
      Finally broke the dryspell with two medium quality LDs. Dryspell was about 3 weeks I think. Don't have time to write them up, maybe later.
      Tags: coworker, fly, school, sex
      Categories
      lucid , side notes
    6. 02/08/2011 - "Oneironaut vs. the Dream World", "Fight and Flight"

      by , 02-09-2011 at 08:05 AM (Oneironaut Zero: Dreamwalker Chronicles)

      02/08/2011
      Dream One
      "Oneironaut vs. the Dream World"


      (Wow. This is the longest entry I have made in a long time. Lol. It's been a while since I have taken melatonin, and I ended up taking 6mg last night, before bed. I also took a batch of multi-vitamins late, which might have played a part in this. I had a ridiculously long lucid, filled with some of the most incredible action I've experienced in a long time. Unfortunately, this dream was so long that I was not able to retain a lot of the detail - even though I stopped myself and tried to remind myself of the past events, along the way. Oh well. I was able to recall all of the encounters I had (I think), but the details of each fight (and the timeline of which fights happened when) are either hazy, or completely gone.)

      I was back at my High School. (I had gone to a friend's memorial service, on Saturday, and it was at our old High School. I hadn't been on campus in over 10 years, and we actually got to go inside and take a look around, which was pretty surreal.) I was either in the gym or the cafeteria, and there was something strange going on - though I can't remember what it was. A kid near me was trying to help figure out exactly what was causing these strange occurrences, and he looked up behind me and pointed his finger toward the ceiling, yelling out "Look!!" When I looked up, I saw someone's arm, high upon a window sill, drawing itself back, as if trying to stay out of sight, the rest of the body hidden because of my lower position. This was all too familiar, though, because not only did I recall the last time I saw a mysterious arm tuck itself away from my sight, high above the floor, but the arm was decked out in that same tell-tale green and red sweater. I both became lucid and recognized this recurring character, at the same time. "Come on out here, Kruger!" I called up to him, from below, now fully aware that I was dreaming.

      Freddy showed up. Unfortunately, I don't remember much of our conversation or fight. I do remember that at one point, he charged at me, and I did something of an aikido-type of counter, sidestepping and grabbing his arms - using his own momentum to turn him into a front flip and land on his back on a cafeteria table. After a while of fighting, he'd ended up giving up. (That makes twice he's given up against me, so far. Ha!) and I continued on around the school.

      I remember even less about the next encounter, but I somehow ended up getting into a brawl with SSj Gohan, from Dragonball Z, still in the school. (I would almost think of this as completely random, but I did have a dream that SSJ Gohan was stalking me, some time ago. I was not lucid at that time, and ended up spending the whole dream running from him.) I remember vague images of this live-action kid with bright blond - almost platinum - hair standing up on his head, and wearing that purple gi he'd gotten from Piccolo. Unfortunately, I don't remember much of the actual fight, but I remember that it had ended up back in the gymnasium. I walked toward the closed gym doors, where Gohan was about to make his final stand. When I stepped toward the doors, prepared for anything, I remembered the Kaiyo-Ken attack, which is one of my favorite things to do while lucid. I flexed my upper body and imagined the energy pushing outward from my center. The dream was very vivid, and I could feel the energy surging through me, small flickers of red waves of light radiating around the edges of my peripheral vision. I could tell that my body was ablaze, but - in retrospect - I wish I would have looked at myself or something, to see how awesome it must have looked. Lol. The last thing I remember about this part was pushing open the doors and walking into the gym to finish the fight. Don't remember how it went, though.

      The school scenario continued.
      Sometime after my fight with Gohan, though, I had lost lucidity. A couple of friends and I were walking on the top floor of the school, and ended up in a wide open hall that felt somewhat like our old school library. (In real life, the school was only two stories tall. In the dream, it was much, much taller.) There was a long row of windows, set over a wall that was probably about 3 ft high, to our immediate right. Seemingly out of nowhere, a Harrier jet hovered into view, its nose slowly waving from one side to the other while pivoting along the hallway. (I was playing CoD before bed, which heavily features Harriers.) It was scoping for us - one of us, at the very least. The moment it zeroed in on us, the fighter jet opened fire. High-caliber bullets came streaming in through the glass, and my group scattered. Being that I was the closest to the wall, I hit the floor and rolled toward it, positioning myself to a seated crouch in a corner, below the window - just this short, thick stone wall between myself and the flying jet outside. I figured that, if I wasn't directly in front of the window, the jet would no longer be able to see and target me. I was wrong, though. Even through the explosive shower of glass particles, I could see the tracer rounds blazing into the building over me, my friends ducking and diving behind any cover they could find for themselves. Then, the train of supersonic shells began to descend toward me. The plane was now gunning for me, even though I thought I was out of harm's way. I lay down on my back, the bullets cutting down through the glass, and then into the top of the stone wall I was hiding behind, busting through the stone barrier as if it wasn't there. All I could do was watch the tracers break apart my hiding spot and rocket across my body, inches above my chest. A feeling of dread washed over me, and all I just hoped to God that the onslaught stopped - that the pilot would become convinced that I wasn't actually behind this disintegrating wall anymore, and cease fire before his bullets cut through me.

      I don't know if it was my subconscious will what made it happen, but the line of fire settled on a height just mere inches over my chest. Even though he kept firing, he wasn't cutting down through the wall anymore. His aim just loomed over me like a limbo bar. With these few passing seconds, I had enough time to process my disbelief at what was happening. I realized that I was still dreaming. Immediately, I jumped up to my feet, completely ignoring the machine gun fire, which I must have simply phased through, because I didn't feel a thing. Itching for revenge, I remember jumping out of the shattered window and landing on the plane itself. I'm not sure exactly what I did to it, but the next thing I remember is levitating in the spot where the jet was once hovering, and looking down below me as the jet fell toward the earth, already engulfed in flames. It hit the side of the building once and exploded, the wreckage crashing down to the courtyard floor.

      More time passed, and I was now walking through another section of the school, still lucid. I was in an outside, upstairs hallway, walking with some teenage kid (as a visual aid, here is an actual picture of an upstairs hallway that I took, when we visited the school). He was leading me somewhere, but at the time, I didn't know where. The longer we walked down this hallway, the more it seemed to morph. It was changing from the school to something of a dark, medieval castle, the stair-well area that we were coming to turning out to be a catwalk-connected castle tower. We stepped into the dark tower, and guess who showed up to greet us...Ol' Freddy Kruger. Again. He thanked the kid for leading me to him. Apparently, the unknown kid was just sent out to fetch me. Kruger wasn't the least bit happy about our earlier encounter, and he wanted another go-round. This time (as I had done in a previous dream against him), I matched him nail-for-nail, flicking my fingers so that matching razors came out of my fingertips. We had a short clash in the tower, but again, I don't really remember the details of the hand-to-hand combat. The one image I do still have is of stabbing at his face with my fingers/nails, and him bringing up his own hand, threading his fingers between mine and stopping my hand right in front of his face. We fought for a while, though, and it actually ended up spilling off campus. I remember running out to the parking lot with some girl, and we both jumped into an old muscle car. There was a high speed chase where we were either chasing or being chased by a 'ghost car' that was being 'driven' by Freddy (by that I mean he was just controlling the car, but no one was in it). Unfortunately, I don't remember much more about this part than just weaving through traffic with the girl in the passenger seat.
      I believe that it was sometime around here, that I lost lucidity.

      (It's possible that this next part was a separate dream, but I honestly don't know, so I will count it as the same one.)

      I was back in the High School. There was a girl walking in front of me, and I remember looking at her back, lost in thought. (I don't know if it was the same girl from before.) For a moment, I had completely forgotten about all of the previous events, but the girl looked back at me and said something to jog my memory. (I wish I could remember what it was.) Whatever it was this girl said, she tipped me off that I might be dreaming. A bit surprised at the possibility, I looked at the wall to my right, where a clock was supposed to be. There was no clock, but there was some kind of schedule which showed times that marked certain events. Using that as my clock, I remembered one specific time on the list; 9:59. I turned away from the schedule and when I looked back, there was no 9:59 anywhere on the list. I had to look carefully, because there were times close to it, but there was no 9:59. I was still dreaming! By this time, I was completely amazed that I had not woken up yet. I ignored the girl and tried to recount all of the events of the dream(s) I had been having - thinking back through my fights with Freddy, Gohan and the Harrier. Even by this time, I didn't remember all the details, but I remembered the basics. The girl stopped and asked me something about why I seemed so distant. I told her that I was in the middle of the most incredible lucid dream, and started exclaiming about all the battles I'd won.

      We walked through the 'multi-purpose room' (which was the main room that we entered/exited, when I revisited the school in real life, on Saturday), and out the side doors of the school, toward the parking lot. There was someone walking out behind me, but I didn't notice at first. He was talking shit to me, but I wasn't paying him the least bit attention. Eventually, he said something about the boy that had led me to Freddy Kruger, some time ago. I heard him imply that I had kicked the kid's ass (though I don't remember doing so), and that the kid was his brother. Apparently, this DC wanted to fight me, in his brother's name, but I really wasn't interested. I had half a mind to just keep on walking, and let the guy keep on running his mouth. But then he said something about my ex, MJ. I can't remember exactly what it was he said, but it was something like "Or maybe you'd like to hear about what I did to your girlfriend, 'the Virgo." (MJ is the only Virgo I've dated.) I stopped in my tracks and turned around. I recognized the guy. He was B.S., one of the 'tough dudes' back in HS, that you just didn't fuck with. J.S. was his brother (in waking life, but I didn't recognize the kid from before as J.S.). He chuckled at the fact that I had turned around at MJ's name. He said something like "Ohh....why so defensive? She's not really still your girlfriend, is she?" As he said this, two other guys walked up beside him, putting down their bags as if they were all about to kick my ass. Still completely lucid, I said something like "No...but I'm just getting tired of hearing you talk." I stepped up to him, staring him dead in the eye. I said something like "Well? You are apparently looking for a fight. Go ahead. Come on. Do something." This obviously threw him off his game. He stammered a little bit, looking at his friends. I just egged him on. "Come on," I said, looking down at my wrist, as if there was a watch on it. I warned him that "you're running out of time," knowing that I would be waking up soon. If this guy was going to make a move, I wanted him to do it now.

      He did. He and his goons all attacked me at once, and I basically just tore them apart, punching and kicking from person to person, not worrying in the least about their attacks. It was like Jackie Chan taking on a bunch of punks. They didn't stand a chance. I just completely took them apart, criss-crossing between them - moving as fast as I could to attack whomever came in range. By this time, there was a crowd gathering, and one guy came close to me yelling "Yeah! Alright! ...." and I punched him in the mouth, thinking he was one of the attackers. The guy stumbled back, holding his face, and said "WTF?! I was rooting for you!!" Quite comically (and in somewhat traditional Jackie Chan fashion), I apologized to the guy and kept on fighting against the small gang of schoolyard bullies.



      (I woke up during the fight. From the way things progressed, I was already amazed at how long the dream had lasted. I knew that I'd taken a lot of melatonin, and was expecting that I had slept most of the day away. But when I looked at the clock, it was only around 7:30am - and I didn't go to sleep until around 4:30am. I had only been asleep for 3 hours! I was absolutely blown away by this, and I jumped out of bed and went over to the computer to jot down my notes. Looking for a chance to induce another lucid dream by WBTB, I then went back to bed and tried to fall back asleep, before I stayed up too long to do so. Thanks to the melatonin, I had no trouble drifting back off.)


      Dream Two:
      "Fight and Flight"


      I don't remember anything about this dream, before becoming lucid. I was with Todd and, having already known I was dreaming, I was flying over the landscape with him right behind me. Since I had a lot of room to work with (and no real plot to pay attention to) I was really pushing my speed, digging in and trying to go faster than I had, the last time I was flying as fast as possible. I had amazing control, and I would dip down toward the patches of water beneath us, changing directions close to the water and having it spray up around me in my wake. I remember just trying to go faster and faster. Every time I would settle on a speed, I would try to push it even further. Flying over what was either an ocean or a marshland, I came toward a patch of trees. The patch was at least 100 yards wide, maybe slightly longer from front to back. For just a moment, I wondered about trying to fly around these trees, but since I was going so fast, I wanted to try something else.

      When I came to the watery forest, I imagined myself phasing from left to right, zig-zagging so fast that I became nothing more than a non-local blur moving through the trees. I have never really done this before in a dream, but it worked perfectly. I didn't lose speed at all. I simply came in contact with the forest, and 'whisked' my way through the trees, shifting myself around so fast that it practically felt that I was in more than one position at once. Still flying at a breakneck pace, I exited the forest, looking back behind me and seeing that Todd was still right there on my heels. There was no trouble with gravity; no 'sinking' feeling, when thinking about the fact that I was trying to fly. I was just in total control of my flight, at a level that was very rare for me.

      The last thing I remember about this dream was that we had landed on some far-off jungle island. Night had fallen, and there was a bit of a scenario about a voodoo-type tribe treating us like monsters and plotting our demise. We found ourselves in a torch-lit courtyard, standing before a set of enormous doors made of logs. The doors flew open, and an enormous beast charged out at us. It looked almost human, but had elongated arms like a gorilla, and it was very pissed off. Once again (and this is becoming an unfortunate habit), I can't actually remember much of the actual fight. I do know that we ended up winning, because there was a part afterward, when we were talking to some of the indigenous about our victory.


      (Even though this dream seemed much shorter, I woke up almost 6 hours afterward, which I would suppose accounts for most of the details of the fight scenario being lost. All in all, though, the entire night's worth of dreams was absolutely amazing.)

      Updated 03-21-2011 at 01:09 AM by 2450

      Categories
      lucid , non-lucid , memorable
    7. Day 10: I smell a two parter!

      by , 02-08-2011 at 11:39 PM (A Penrose Mind)
      This is what I've put together from my last dream. In the obstacle course they sent "Anne" in, their secret weapon. I thought she was going to come for me but instead she went for someone else, a girl. I know who she is, but not what her name is or what she looks like, just that she's there. The man who's trying to destroy the world (lets call him Bill) needs her in order to destroy the world. A special forces team was sent into a place that they believed to be her location, checkpoint "Simpson". In there attempt to rescue her they were discovered and pinned down. They call for backup. Only one squad closest to their position. The squad goes into checkpoint "Simpson". Save the DC, save the world. This is the scenario.

      Of course this isn't really in serious terms but it's something to do. How I'm going to find her if I don't know what she looks like or what her name is I don't know, I guess I'll just know it's her when I see her.

      Last nights dream:

      I need a favour. This favour I'm asking the president of the united states for, John F. Kennedy (so at the dinner party they weren't honouring John F. Kennedy, Kennedy is the president). Kennedy will meet us at a certain time. In between then my dad and I go on some dream adventures (ones I can't remember). It's been a long time, me and my dad are being chased by someone. We drive the car right into the place where we're meeting Kennedy. Kennedy is there with his wife, child, and body guards. I think for sure that were late and that JFK's gonna be pissed. But my dad reassures me,

      "Look, were right on time."

      Wow, we are. It's impossible but were there. We then ask Kennedy for the favour (can't remember what).

      At the end of this dream I think I'm talking to my subconscious. I want to ask it why I keep getting up at 4:30 in the morning.


      Ironically enough, I wake up at 4:30 in the morning before he can tell me.

      I start thinking about checkpoint Simpson, what it looks like. My mind starts to wonder on the subject and I fall into a dream.

      I think I'm inside Simpson, I don't know for sure. I look into a room, there's a girl inside, her hair covers her face.

      "Excuse me?" I call to her.

      Yeah she's a zombie. I close the door. I continue upstairs. Now tons of zombies are upstairs. I start running down stairs. I take a light machine gun from my back and start shooting the zombies coming down stairs. I start seeing real people going down so I hold my fire. Around a dozen people walk down the stairs. I tell them to line up. Suddenly, I notice my gun disappeared. I start looking at them to see if I recognize any of them. I recognize one. A girl I know, Sarah, but she isn't the person I'm looking for. As I try to see if any of them is the girl I'm looking for the zombies start getting back up.

      I run for a door to the outside and then
      I wake up.

      Updated 02-09-2011 at 01:37 AM by 41835

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      non-lucid , lucid
    8. The Hair Monster

      by , 02-08-2011 at 10:51 PM (Hazel's Boiler Room)
      2/8/10

      The Hair Monster
      I am standing in a bathroom with a poor unsuspecting man and a viscous woman who seems a bit too fond of me. The bathroom is fairly large and is actually two separate rooms: a section for the shower and toilet, and then another section for the sinks. The man goes to the latter and begins brushing his teeth. Unbeknownst to him, the lady begins growling and growing hair all over, even from her eyes and mouth. I wonder how the man can possibly not hear her... "Are you running a hair dryer in there?" he asks and begins to turn around.

      "No!" the woman yells and slams the door shut before he can get a look at her. She changes back to normal and locks the man in the little room. "We'll have some fun with him, later," she says to me with a smile. I pretend to be interested, but as soon as she leaves I begin making escape plans.

      I quickly run down to the basement and look out the window, assessing my options. It becomes clear that I must run, because the lady is obviously unstable and might turn on me at any moment. Thus, I quietly open the window and run as fast as I can towards the road.
      Once there, I spontaneously become lucid, but I wake up shortly afterwards.
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      lucid
    9. Short lucid moment

      by , 02-08-2011 at 09:39 PM
      Dream Lucid Partially lucid

      Feb. 7, '11:
      1) I had a short lucid moment when I told my mom to have a sense of humor in dreams. She was upset by something I had said.
      I asked her if she knew where Sheila was. Then I asked again with different wording. I asked for Sheila to be there.
      I saw a girl in the kitchen that did not look like Sheila. She had darkish skin and was very sexy. We had sex for a few seconds until I woke up.


      2) I was back in my parents' house, in the dining room. (Not like how I'm usually there in my dreams, like I'm still living there. In this dream I had returned to visit.) Braden approached me and talked about art school. Several people gathered at the table, I think for a Bible study. My dream journal was open on the table. I picked it up and closed it, saying there could be inappropriate stuff in it.
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      lucid , non-lucid
    10. Dream Scene's

      by , 02-08-2011 at 08:45 PM (Raspberry's Second Life)
      Awake Semi-Lucid Lucid

      Once again, I am in my dark room. I do not wake up, I don't remember a dream from before. I can feel that it's a dream, but I do a nose-pinch reality check to make sure.

      I breathe slowly through my nose. I head out my door, fully familiar with this now, and head downstairs. I decide to try changing the dream scene using the door. I don't really know where I want to go, but I open the door, expecting to see something other than my street.

      I walk into what looks like an underground bar. It's near empty, and dimly lit with an orange light. Leaning against the bar, is my friend Travis. I smile, and hug him. He may be a DC, but he's still a good friend. He smiles at me, but says nothing.

      "I haven't seen you in a while, Travis." I say, putting my elbows onto the wooden bar. A DC stands behind it, watching us. He uses an old, ancient looking rag to clean a beer glass.

      "You say my name wrong." Travis frowned. This confuses me a little and causes my lucidity to drop a little.
      "You pronounced it "Trah-Vis. It's pronounced "Trae-Vis." He shakes his head, as if disappointed I didn't know this before.

      And then I lost my lucidity and I'm not sure what happened from then on. I'm glad I'm getting lucids on a regular basis now though! Or at least it seems...
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      lucid , false awakening
    11. Flight over Louisville, and Making Use of Lucidity

      by , 02-08-2011 at 05:56 PM (The Lab Notebook)
      Awake, Non-lucid, Semi-lucid, Lucid, [Commentary made while awake]

      The first thing I remember is thinking, I should really do an RC. [I have no idea why I thought that, but I did.] I do, and discover that I can breathe through my nose while holding it shut. Strangely, though, I find I can't do anything more than that, besides lie there. I can't even see anything around me. I try to get up, but I can't. I think, "I have no mouth, and I must scream," but I don't really mean it; I'm not afraid or even really concerned, just slightly puzzled, and I'm just observing that my situation is comparable to the one for which the short story is named.

      [Later, I had a really, really cool non-lucid.] My mom, P., and I get into the open, upholstered back seat of a tiny little wooden propeller plane, big enough for the three of us and a pilot, who sits in a seat in front of ours. The plane takes off from the airport in the city of Louisville, which I know [in the dream] is the greenest city in America. [It looks nothing like the real Louisville.] We fly over the city in our plane, admiring the view. There is a big building with cascades of water gushing through big, rectangular openings on one side. I think, I hope that's a power plant. It obviously is, powering the entire city. The city is very beautiful from the air. It is on a very flat, sandy plain, next to the ocean. [Wait, what?! Real!Louisville is landlocked! It's by a river, but it's not the same thing.]

      The little plane flies low over the ocean, so that we can dip our rubber-thong-sandal-clad feet in the water as we fly along. Then, suddenly, I find myself in the ocean water, holding on to a dark purple foam mat that floats in the water. I'm wearing my favorite swimsuit [that I have in real life]. I see the plane, floating with most of the plane below the surface of the water, the pilot still in his seat. I hang on tightly to the foam mat to keep myself afloat, knowing that I can't swim. [Strange; I could swim back on February 2.] There are other swimmers in the water besides me and my family. A young man grabs hold of my mat and flips it up and pushes it over onto me, trying to use it to playfully push me under the water. I pretend to go along with it, but manage to keep my head above water. [Now that I think of it, I was much more buoyant in the water in this dream than I am in reality, and could keep an arbitrary amount of my body above water, just like in my dream on February 2; I just wasn't aware that I could do that this time.]

      My family and I get back onto the plane, which is getting ready to take off from the water. I have a conversation with the pilot about how there have to be at least two feet of distance between the surface of the water and the wings of the plane in order for it to take off. It takes off with the help of a wave that gives it a push from behind, then climbs back into the sky. The pilot says something about how he's heading back to the airport, since it's so close by that there will be practically no weather at all there. The plane returns to the airport and lands there.

      [Later in the night, after a very brief WBTB.] I'm talking about being a lucid dreamer [whether to myself or to someone else, I'm not sure]. I ramble on about the mental discipline I have to have for a bit, not really paying attention to what I'm saying. Suddenly, I realize that for the last several sentences, I haven't been talking about lucid dreaming at all; I've been talking about being kind and behaving well toward other people. At some point, without realizing it, I shifted from talking about being a lucid dreamer to talking about being a Christian. I say to myself, “That's a good sign. It means my subconscious has its priorities in order.”

      I'm in House #1, and am now definitely lucid. Everything around me is vague and blurry. I try to focus my attention on some of the scenery to make it clearer, and it works a little bit, but the house looks as if I'm looking at it through dark, spot-and-fingerprint-covered sunglasses. I'm walking back and forth in the master bedroom, which is much more spacious than it was in the real House #1. I remember that my dreaming goal for tonight was to practice delivering my 30-second commercial, so I start practicing.

      "Hello, my name is (Emiko)," I say. "I'm a computer technician... networking technician... I'm a computer technician who specializes in networking."

      I go on to say the same thing I've been saying almost every time I've practiced this, about saving money for my previous employer. I can't think of anything new and creative to add to my 30-second commercial. I'm rather surprised. I had expected the words and thoughts to flow more easily here, but it's actually a little bit harder to deliver a good 30-second commercial in a lucid dream than it is in reality.
      [So much for using all of your brain's potential while you're dreaming. Not for that purpose, anyway. I suppose my brain was also busy generating the scenery around me. Or maybe I just need to gain more dreaming experience. I don't know.]

      There's another reason why I'm having difficulty practicing my 30-second commercial: I'm distracted by my stuffy nose, which is now running. I wipe it with a black paper napkin with white polka dots on it, remarking, “I didn't think dream bodies could get sick like this!” As I continue pacing the master bedroom, I think, I could try walking through that wall there if I wanted to, but I decide not to, because I have something more important to work on while I'm here.

      I step forward far enough to see around the corner into the bathroom, to the left. I see the DC version of my mom there. She's wearing a light yellow T-shirt and is crouched down, apparently looking for something under the sink. I say, “Oh. Hi, Mom. I have this cold right now. I don't know why I'm telling you this. Just to let you know.”

      She says something along the lines of, “Well, don't get it on me.” I turn away, looking back into the master bedroom, and discover that I can now see everything with perfect clarity. “Oh, now I can see!” I exclaim, slightly annoyed. I walk toward the other end of the room, aiming to explore beyond another doorway into another part of the house.
      [Stupidly,] I close my eyes, and then open my real eyes. I'm disappointed in myself when I realize that I've lost the dream by doing something that I know better than to do.

      Updated 02-08-2011 at 06:07 PM by 37356 (clarifying something)

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      lucid , non-lucid , side notes
    12. Lucid, FAs, and Weirdness.

      by , 02-08-2011 at 04:51 PM (Krista's Dream Journal)
      Dream - Lucid

      I slept pretty hard last night, so a lot of my recall is shot till I had some dreams/FAs/weird experiences this morning. I do remember a fragment from the night though.

      I was at my grandparents' house, smoking weed with my grandpa. I wasn't supposed to do it again for some reason, but I found some extra that I didn't know I had, and hid it away. I also almost took a whole bunch of my grandpa's weed, but decided against it.

      ~

      I was in my high school's band room, but I think it was supposed to be elementary school. There were kids standing by the door, lining up like they were ready to go somewhere. The teacher, my old 2nd grade teacher to be exact, was standing at a podium at the front of the room. It was very quiet, and I realized I was dreaming. I examined my hands, and counted 6 fingers on my right hand. I looked at one of the girls standing in the room, Chelsea, and I said

      "Chelsea! I'm dreaming!"

      She just looked at me and smiled. The look on her face and on the faces of all the other kids who were now staring at me, was one of pity, like I was crazy and they felt sorry for me, but they were going to humor me by smiling and keeping silent.

      I examined my hands again to induce some clarity, but I felt myself losing the dream. I shouted "Increase vividness!", and I still felt like I was losing the dream, but a little more slowly now. I felt one of the chairs closest to me, and felt the hard plastic material it was made out of. I started to fly through the ceiling, when I woke up into an FA.


      I woke up in my bed, and looked at my phone for the time. 8:30, right when I was supposed to get up. One of our cats, Pounce, walked into the room and jumped on my bed. I pet her a little, and she started to scratch herself. She drooled everywhere (she drools in waking life, haha). I said "Are you drooling, Pouncer?". Her drool got all over one of my green school notebooks that she was sitting on. I looked up, and there was a TV in front of me, with some weird episode of Family Guy where everyone looked like purple aliens.

      After this, I really woke up. Tossed and turned a bit to get a little more sleep before I had to get up.

      ~

      I woke up again, this time to my alarm going off. I looked at my phone. 8:30. I tried to turn the alarm off, which was barely going off in the first place, and ended up accidentally resetting it to go off. I finally got it turned off, and got up to get in the shower.

      I entered the bathroom. It was very dim, and the sinks were missing. It was also bigger than my waking life bathroom. I went to turn on a light switch, but the wall around it was covered in these light brown moving spots. I went to the other side of the bathroom to try to use the other light switch, but it too was surrounded by these light brown moving spots. I wondered to myself if they were bugs. I repeated the process of going back and forth a couple of times, now trying to turn on a light to see if the spots really were bugs. I decided that they were, even though I never got to touch the light switches to see for sure. I thought to myself "I could go to another bathroom without these bugs in it if I were dreaming."


      Then, I was in my bed, but it took me a minute to figure out where I was. There was a mirror behind me, but when I tried to sit up to look in it, I couldn't see my reflection. In fact, moving itself was a chore. I could barely keep my eyes open, they were very heavy. I was trying to look around, but it was so difficult to keep my eyes open, just looking around my room was a chore. I closed them for a minute, but forced them open again, because I knew I'd wake up if I closed them. I wondered if I was having an OBE. I tried to fly, but couldn't. My body felt very heavy. I fell onto the floor, still with my eyes struggling to stay open. I don't remember seeing my body on the bed, so I was then very unsure of what was really going on. I knew I wasn't awake. I then got up off the floor, put my feet on the edge of the bed, and was lying down in midair, with nothing supporting my weight but my feet on the edge of the bed.

      Very strange experience...very strange indeed.

      Updated 02-09-2011 at 08:23 PM by 32059

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      false awakening , memorable , lucid , non-lucid
    13. Very short lucid moment, and a school related dream.

      by , 02-08-2011 at 03:21 PM
      So I decided I should try WILD/WBTB. Before going to sleep I reminded myself that if I wake up I will attempt them. So I woke up at 3:40 AM And I know that it takes me about an hour to fall back asleep. So I blabla and thought about lucid dreaming.

      Im at S's yard throwing green biobags to the neighbours yard and wiping my ass with them. Then A walks by and I find out that hes grandpa is one of the neighbours. Then theres this guy at the other neighbours yard and he starts nagging about how I throw the bags to his yard and he says "Theres a garbage bin right next to you throw them there" I turn and am about to throw them there when he says "No not that one the other one". At this point I get this idea that I will remove him from my dream, but im not lucid yet. So I wish him to disappear and he does. And BAM! I become lucid. I feel excited and I feel this rush of excitement coming nearer (The dreamscape changes at this point), I try to calm down but I wake up...
      I have noticed that couple of LD's Ive had in these past months have been really short that I havent had the time to react to the dream anyhow, I almost instantly wake up. I think that it might be because usually when I think about becoming lucid all these methods about stabilizing the dream come running into my head and thats what wakes me up. So this night Im going to try WBTB again but now just concentrate to becoming lucid, not extending it. I'll try to forget every thought of stabilizing the dream, so I hope that when I become lucid I wont get this same feeling Ive had....


      Im in this shower place where the ceramic tiles are blue and its pretty cool looking. P is nake in the shower and Im doing something on a laptot. Then P reminds me how I did him in the ass . I have this weird feeling that theres something hostile going on.


      Im at the zero floor of our school where our Biology class is. Im waiting to get into the classroom. Ja and Ju come and start carrying me around and its attracting Jul's attention. They carry me around and let me go and I notice I have something weird in my mouth which I start to spit out. KM (teacher) comes and asks whats the problem so I just say that it was just joke nothing harmful. Im in the biology classroom and AA comes to fight me (playfully) so I say that hes embarrassing me. Im in the class and our teacher is wearing glasses and laughing. We find out that we have a test from social studies next lesson. We are at the hallway again and waiting to get to the biology classroom because the social studies test is being held there. We are all studying for the test wheb MV(teacher) comes asks me something then she says that "You should write it like that, youll get better points" and showed me how. T replied "Why wont you tell me those kind of answers" And then we were joking with the teacher and some younger students were smiling to us.
    14. crazy inlaws

      by , 02-08-2011 at 01:56 PM (Ranbow Island - Otis's Dream Journal)
      note to self: do not let crazy life hamper my progress. i'm tired of having to start over. dream from a few months ago that was semi lucid. i was at work and it started to tstorm. i remember being cal at firt but the parking lot was floding a litle. i had to move my car. i ran out side and lightning struck near me. i imediatly relised i was dreaming but i was stil so terrified i couldnt pull myself out of it. i made it to my car moved it up to the door of my work and ran back inside. i woke up. subconcious 1 : me 1. so out of 2 nightmares about storms or tornados i've gone lucid during 1 and lost it in 1. i wil win this fight
    15. Trying to meet Amity

      by , 02-08-2011 at 07:31 AM (Percy's Void of Thoughts)
      07.02.2011
      Trying to meet Amity (DEILD)

      NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

      I entered the dream fully lucid. I had a previous dream, also lucid at the very end (I only recall talking with two dancers and turning lucid) then I decided to L-DEILD.

      I was in town and it was not as sunny as usual on my lucid dreams. I focused right away on meeting with Amity. I started to fly, visualizing our meeting place.

      I felt double consciousness and lost lucidity thinking I would wake up.
      I was going to borrow a car to drive and meet Amity. I was worried about scratching the car, then, I realized that it was a dream car. I focused on Amity once more.

      One cat jumped on me and woke me up.

      Updated 02-08-2011 at 08:54 AM by 31830

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