lucid

I am a longtime lucid dreamer
(10ys+), although I go long periods without much recall of my dreams. I have recently once again begun to suplement with b vitamins, specifically b6, and I have had extremelely vivid dreams and very detailed dream recall ever since I started on this regimen. Most of my dreams are to varrying degrees semi-lucid, with the occassional full on lucid dream. My dreams are so damn vivid and logical that I often cannot distinguish between reality and the dreamtime.

I usually dream of people I have never met, though in the dreams I often feel as if I've always known them. I sometimes dream of people whos faces shift with each passing moment, though usually the people I dream of are solid, complex, and unwavering in charachteristic, physiological aspect, and personality. I have slowly become (sort of) convinced that many of the people I interact with in the dreamtime are other dreamers who actually exist in the waking world.

I often wake 2-3 times a night, each time remembering wild and vivid dreams that are often semi or fully lucid. I can follow the paths back through dreamscape after dreamscape, in what seems to be many hours of experience, even when Ive only been asleep for a couple of hours.

Over the years I have come to expect lucidity in my dreams, so I am no longer forced awake by my excitement at the realization of the fact that I am dreaming, as I once was.

I am often a total horn dog in the dream world. Its embarassing, but I must admit that I love having sex with random hot guys in the dream worlds. Especially when lucid.

I remember being in an athletics department at the mall. I'm lucid.....fighting someone...punching him over and over. I decided I'd just turn away from the guy and think about summoning H. I said her name about three times and turned around, and the guy who i was punching was next to her, and he just sort of disappeared and the dream faded.

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID FALSE AWAKENING PRECOG
01:30 GMT

Hacking a secret society temple
On an underground cell. My dad is sitting on the floor, looking hopeless. My mom and BF are also there. I am there to save them, but right now I also focused on opening a kind of secret vault on the stone floor. There’s a tiny iron ring buried on the stone, but I manage to turn it and start a mechanism that opens the stone slab, exposing a hole on the floor with a box. I take out of it tiny metallic plates with tiny precious stones incrustations. They look like chips, not exactly jewels. People around me ask what it is. I seem to know exactly what it is but no time to explain. Then I also open a secret passage on the stone wall and tell everybody to go in. It is pitch dark and they hesitate but there’s someone coming and I tell them to hurry. I manage to close the passage door just behind us, but our captors saw us. In the dark we can more or less see some very old stairs carved in the rock that go up. I take the lead. The stairs are very imperfect and I warn people to be careful. I clear the way from the giant spider webs and finally see some light. The passage ends on some place with a loosely fit wall slab. I push it a bit to the side and it leads either directly to outside, where there’s a parking lot or to just behind a column on the main entrance. Some of us manage to go to parking lot, but soon appear some guards and we can’t go there anymore. So the last of us, including me and my BF, have to go to main entrance and try to mingle with the crowd. There’s a lot of people around, because this is some sort of big event of some secret society, so we split and try to pass undetected.
I end up in some oval room with amphitheatre seats around. Three guys in capes and hoods come inside and everybody bows to them. I do the same and sneak out of it very discretely, because once they start whatever they are about to start, I will get stuck there.
I pass into another room, bigger, and more elliptical. Some ceremony is taking place here, but there’s an area for observers – like a small amphitheatre on one of the sides of the elipse – and I see my BF sitting there. Because it is the perfect time to escape but he seems to have chosen to sit there till the end, I decide to go meet him to warn him we must go now. But then I can’t say a word, I can’t make any suspicious signs, because we’re surrounded by these people from this order or society and they are all sitting straight, looking to the front, not saying a word. Through very discrete signs I make him understand we should go immediately, but some girls sitting below us look back and notice something strange. They ask me all sorts of questions, which I dodge wonderfully, but one of them didn’t buy it. She knows I don’t belong. But she won’t make a scandal, she knows I’m trapped. I review in my head how many steps to the parking lot, where the car is and I feel the adrenalin rush. I know as soon as we get up, the girl will warn about my presence and guards will be after us, but I must escape, because I have the whatever-it-is-that-I-stole.

3:30 GMT

Lesson on LDs to dreamers
I enter a dream which I recognize as having had before waking up but didn’t recall then. It had to do with being in some classroom and it being invaded by wasps. First one, then two, then we are all trying to escape from them, cause an entire colony entered through a hole in the ceiling. As we go out and close the door, our teacher promises to go back and get our stuff for us. She gets some guys to go and when they come back they bring dolls. Each of us had a doll which is delivered to each seat on a new classroom where we shall continue our lesson (?).
Then on the new room, there’s a long table, with the dolls on and we seat, more like to have a meal than to have a class. All of this is absurd and I slowly get lucid. Then I start talking to the nearby colleagues – I don’t know any of them, a girl and two guys. I am looking at their faces which are very clear and don’t change even when I look away. I tell them about lucid dreams, that I am currently having one and that I think they are not DC’s but actual dreamers. They seem surprised but interested. They ask how do I know it is a dream and I sank my arm on the table. They find it so cool and try to do the same with no success. I explain they first have to believe it is a dream and teach them the nose pinch RC. I do it at the same time as the girl. I tell her I am feeling my RL body breathing very clearly but she tells me she can’t. But I tell “OK, yet you are breathing although you’re pinching nose.” Sometimes you don’t feel it right away. Then she says she is starting to feel it. She looks very focused, she smiles and... I wake up.

4:30 GMT

Ecovillage sanctuary
On some ecovillage on a remote area. It is somewhat closed and hidden from most eyes and it is kind of a sanctuary. I am listening to a lady with long hair who lives there and she explains that when the civilization collapses, everybody will turn to places like these and hope to be welcomed. But she says they can’t open their arms to everybody, so they’ll only be open to people who had previously a connection to them and contributed to their project, for example with donations. I find it a bit cold-blooded, but I totally understand and I start considering doing just that.

Celebration of mission acomplished
After a good succeeded mission (I guess the temple one?), I meet with some group of people from alternative underground movements I know. We’re all jammed into a very tight place, like a secret office bunker we have. It’s so crowded there we can hardly move, but we’re partying. I’m the hero of the day and get congratulated. But there’s some girl who is totally jealous of me and just wants to humiliate me, so she posted pictures of me on the wall. She says it’s in homage to me, but they are private, familiar stuff that wasn’t supposed to be exposed. On one I am totally fat with my belly showing (I wonder when that was???). She looks at me defying but I smile and go over it, totally not caring. We’re celebrating, so I hug her. She feels touched by my attitude and she looks embarrassed. She asks me sorry and ask if I believe she can change as a person. I tell her yes, she smiles and then she leaves. I sit and start writing on my DJ, once again forgetting to first wake up.

5:30 GMT

Guy looking for Celia
At home with my BF. Some guy knocks on the door and I open. He asks for Celia. I say she doesn’t live there. He doesn’t believe me and insists this is her house. I try to recall who she can be and tell him she did indeed live there before us, but now we’re the ones living there for more than a year. He still can’t believe it and gets really angry. He gets inside without permission and starts looking around. My BF does not believe his attitude, but I make a sign to chill. I tell the guy I will look in my contact book if I have her number, so he can talk to her and find where she lives now. But I don’t know her full name. He tells me she is Celia Silene. But as I do this, the guy is picking up some papers we left on the table and starts making innuendos that my BF’s signature does not match in different documents. I say “Sorry, and what are you insinuating with that?” He says he is not saying anything but I read in his mind he thinks we’re liars and somehow kidnapped her or worst. He sits on the sofa and will not move any time soon. I ask my BF to be patient as I go look for my agenda.
Our home is quite impressive, big, beautiful, stylish. Then I see we have a backdoor open and some people standing there. I am amazed at the house design – it is Japanese like, with a porch all around and sliding doors and we even have an altar full of golden Buddhas, turned to this backdoor. That is why some people are there. They look like Inuits. They are a couple with two girls. They are admiring the Buddhas and ask if they can come in, but I explain this is a private home, not a museum of some kind. Still, I tell them we will gladly welcome them there some other time as we have a “guest” in the living room that we have to deal with. I then cuddle the older girl’s head and she looks totally pissed off and gets away from me. I say I’m sorry and I wonder maybe it was just her teen attitude. Then I do the same to the youngest, but she also reacts badly and I feel stupid.

7:00 GMT

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID FALSE AWAKENING PRECOG
23:00 GMT

Stormy flight
On a big plane flying into a storm. But just an observer. I think there will be the day when I will be in such situation.

Barcelona
Looking at a map of Barcelona with my BF and asking him what he wants to visit – I suggest we should see stuff I haven’t seen yet, but he wants to check some important spots I already visited and I have to agree to go there for a second time.

Deadly parents
I’m watching some spy thriller movie and then I am inside it. On the margins of a river and someone’s just explained me that in this particular place there are some strange undercurrents, probably resulting from some underwater structure, like a tunnel entrance to some secret facilities. I’m lying belly down on the grass, watching for suspicious movements, when I detect on land some kind of entrance to a bunker. I go check it quietly, think it’s safe to go in but then I’m spotted by some ugly guy coming out of it. He holds a big knife in his hand and then a second guy joins him in trying to kill me. Luckily I also get some backup from a colleague and as we are on pairs, facing each other and waiting for someone to make the first attack, all of a sudden, the enemy guy’s are my mom and dad and my partner is my BF. My mom is holding the big knife and I’m like “Sorry, what!!!?”.


2:00 GMT

Future attached to past
It’s night. I see the city nightlights and against the dark sky I see a spaceship just like Enterprise. That’s when I notice I’m in the future. Day comes and I also see airplanes moving around, but they are different, more like rockets – although totally similar to today’s airplanes, they lack any wings or tail and they lift off and land vertically. Yet, they still look more like planes than rockets. They are everywhere, like they are the buses of this future time. City looks pretty much like current day cities, though. I am walking through a park amongst the buildings and I see an old steam-engine train as an open air exhibit. I meet a lady there with whom I talk about the past and present times. I get from her words that people in this age are very attached to “old” times. They have this incredible new technologies but they avoid being too innovative, because they don’t want to break with the past so quickly. That’s why they make ships resembling planes, they keep their ancient machines exposed on their parks. They are a bit too obsessed. I tell her they shouldn’t be so attached to old days, because everything changes and even that steam-engine will rust out there, for as much they try to preserve it and will disappear from people’s memories one day. She seems disturbed with the idea.
Then I see a guy appearing to be doing a stunt over a monorail sticking out of a skyscraper side. I ask what’s that and I realise they are just testing if it’s safe to ride a bike through these narrow trails up there. They want to implement them between skyscrapers so people can go by bike through them. I say they are crazy – why not simply making some pods that would glide through the rails? Once again, it’s their obsession with keeping it low tech and not go to far from their roots.

Avoiding dad
Seem to be on some sort of Inn on a ranch. The whole place is a big long one-floor building, where there’s a cafeteria, rooms, etc. My father is looking for me everywhere and I’m trying to avoid him at all cost. I see him entering the main door and I’m further away, in the rooms area. I go inside one room and meet my mom and grandpa there. Mom is reading a magazine, I eat some snack with her and we laugh about some picture on the magazine I say could go to Fail.blog. They are announcing an exhibition related to some event and there are some pictures of the event’s mascot and on one, something on the background makes it look like it has a huge phallus coming from between his legs. And because it is a kind of kiddie mascot it makes it even more outrageous. I say I have to leave because my dad will find me there eventually. I pass by the cafeteria, but I spot my dad inside and he seems to be with some kid. I have this feeling that he has a secret family I don’t know about and I don’t want to face it right now, so I go over some handrails and get out of this place before he sees me. I go around the building and exit this area. Then I’m in some other place sitting on a table with two other guys, who happened to be sitting on that exact table when I sat there to eat something. One of them is Indian, they are teachers and they are talking about relationships and how to deal with kids in classes. The Indian guy asks a very specific question: how to deal with a student who is very flamboyant. The other guy just doesn’t know what to answer to that.

4:45 GMT

Alien
Something about a meteorite falling and then it is an alien with tentacles.

ESP and lucidity
Home scene with my BF, my aunt and her kids. We’re talking about or trying out some ESP tricks. Something about robots. Then I’m lucid and decide to write the dreams I’ve been having on my DJ. I forget to wake up and just do it on the dream. I remember the radio was playing and I was thinking about how nice would be to have a radio show on Lucid dreams. My dad was asleep. Then I realise I was still asleep.

7:30 GMT

Got a lucid dream for my birthday. Just wish it would have been a more pleasant one. Usually, I will count false awakenings as separate dreams, but since this is all so continuous, and had such a "dreams within dreams" feeling, I will count it as one.

11/15/2010
"Arachnoception"

(I had just gotten a copy of Inception, and decided to watch it, last night, while going to bed, to try to induce something Inception-related. I got more than I bargained for...)

I can barely remember the early parts of this dream, but I was driving through DeLand, with Josh. We were taking the road that passes the landfill, on the way back over to my side of town. For some reason, we had to take a detour through the landfill. While driving through it, we apparently stumbled onto some kind of criminal(?) element, and were dragged out of the car, at gunpoint. We were taken inside, and the only thing I remember here, is that I was in what I think was a bathroom, and I got attacked by some creature. It was about the size of a rat, and I believe its body wasn't actually organic. It seemed to be something of a shell, made out of what I think was a child's toy. From within the object, spider-leg-like tendrils protruded, which served as both legs and powerful pincers. It reminded me a lot of the creeping coffins, from Lords of Shadow (which I have been playing, lately). I had to fight like hell, to keep this thing off of me, but eventually got away from it. Not much longer, after that, the cops showed up and raided the compound, starting a huge firefight. In the fray, we were able to escape, and I vaguely remember a small dog being killed, in the fight.

The next thing I knew, I was waking up, in my bed. It was still night out, and Inception was still playing, on my computer. After a moment, I stepped out of bed, and I was immediately ambushed by the "creeping toy" creature, from the dream. It came from out of nowhere, and ran up my leg, biting and scratching with its pincher/legs. This thing fought with all the ferocity of a rabid squirrel, and I could not get it off of me. My leg was getting mangled by the little creature, and it hurt like Hell.

Once again, though, I woke up in my bed. The pest from the dream was nowhere in sight. However, this time, I got out of bed and was met with a dull pain in my leg. Switching on the light, I saw that my leg had bruises in like 6 different places, and it was throbbing. My muscles were progressively tightening, and I could instantly tell that there was venom running through it. I was so confused, though. I knew it had to have been a dream. Right? Hobbling out of bed, I made my way over to my mom's side of the house, surprised to see that she was up this early. My leg was growing worse, when I showed her, dark black spots showing up, and the skin tightening, to where you could start to see the shapes of the tendons. She kind of shrugged it off, and said it would be ok if I just didn't mess with it. More bewildered about the whole thing, than anything else, I just walked back to my room and went back to bed.

And, once again, I awoke in my bed. The pain in my leg was gone, as was any sign of the bruises. So, naturally, I assumed that it had all just been a dream. But, again, just as I stepped out of bed, I was attacked by the creature from the "previous dream." It scurried up through my robe, and around my back. It never bit me, this time, but its steps were like thousands of thick, fingernail jabs, themselves, scrambling all around the upper part of my body. I was able to get a hold of the thing and grab its "legs," holding them open so that they couldn't form the pincers that they had, before. This thing was strong, like a tiny bear trap, but I held the tendrils open, again making my way to show it to my mom. By this time, I didn't know WTF was going on, and I just wanted to know that I wasn't going crazy. On my way out of my room, I passed my pet dog...oblivious to the fact that I don't actually have a pet dog. I did, however, think that it was strange that I recognized the dog as the little dog who'd gotten killed, in the "first dream." Unfortunately, I already had my hands full, and I didn't stop long enough to realize this as a dream sign. Instead, I took the creature over to my mom's room to show her. She looked down at my hands, then back up at me, then back down at my hands. She said..."that's just dead skin," with a confused look of concern on her face. I looked down, and saw that she was right. I was just holding a handful of what looked like gator hide.

By this time, I thought I'd completely lost my mind. Apparently, my mom did, too. She cocked an eyebrow at me and said "Uhh...I have some pills or something...if you need them?" implying that she was afraid I'd completely cracked. Puzzled beyond all hope, I just turned around and walked back to my room. I kept thinking about Inception, and maybe that the idea had somehow been planted into my mind that this spider-thing existed, when it really didn't. I just felt really defeated by my lack of understanding of the whole thing, and just went back to sleep.

The next thing I knew, it was the middle of the day. I was talkin with some guys I was unfamiliar with, who my mom had let into the house. Throughout the time they were here, we'd gotten into smoking and they informed me that they sold. We pretty much just hung around the house for a while, and I tried telling them about the dreams I'd been having lately, about the crazy little monster thing. Nobody seemed all that interested, though. Later, those guys and I were heading out somewhere. We'd gotten into the car, when one of them said he left something inside the house, tossing a huge bag of weed into the car, before walking back to get whatever it was. I kept yelling at him to hurry up, because I didn't want to be just sitting here, with the huge sack in the car. He was just taking his sweet time, and it was annoying the hell out of me.

Of course, just as I was beginning to suspect there might be cops nearby, I heard "WOOP-WOOP," a siren barking at us from behind. I actually can't remember if I was driving or not, but we sped off, down the road, the cops chasing us. We were driving in a slick sports car, and just hauling ass, but they were catching up. (Been playing a bit of Grand Theft Auto, also. Haha.) The guy next to me started freaking out, and dumping all kinds of contraband out the window - everything from weed to small bags of cocaine, which I didn't even know were in the car. In a quick, 3rd-person view, I saw the white powder blowing all over the people on the sides of the road. It was actually pretty hilarious. Suddenly, back in first-person, I got an idea. We pulled over, and I waited for the cops to come within a stone's-throw from our tail, before chucking a bag of coke at their windshield, at the last moment. It blotted out most of the glass, and they ended up swerving to miss our car, and crashing into some nearby pedestrians. Then, for the first time, after all of this chaos, I realized just how absurd all of this actually was. I realized that this had to be a dream.

The other guy in the car was still freaking out, telling me that we had to get the hell out of here. I just laughed and told him to relax, stepping over to the crashed police SUV. Gathering all my strength, I reached a fist up over my head and swung it downward, trying to destroy the engine block, like I'd done to other cars, while lucid. This time, though, I was only able to dent the hood. It was a little more superhuman than waking life, but not what I expected. I tried a few more times, swinging heavy punches at the hood and grille, but I couldn't get anymore damage than about what a baseball bat might have done. Needless to say, I wasn't very happy with this. I was determined, though. I kept thinking that the cops might try to shoot me, through the windshield, but I was already prepared to either dodge the bullets, or just let them hit me. Thinking that there had to be some other way to get through to the engine, the idea just kind of struck me: A light-saber! I had never created one, while lucid, so I figured that this would be a good time to try. Holding my hands up, beside me, as if gripping a sword, I tried to materialize the weapon out of thin air, imaging it growing to length. Nothing happened, though. The dream was very vivid, and I was having a hard time controlling it.

As if by my cue, the cop in the passenger seat held up a blue light-saber of his own, grinning behind the powder-covered windshield. Now even more determined to have one, I made a motion as if it was already in my hand, stabbing directly at the grille, while trying hard to visualize the weapon coming into existence. Finally, I saw the orange glow. The tip of the blazing saber burned into the grill like it was paper, eating through the metal and sinking further into the engine block. I gave a quick tug of my arms, drawing the blade sideways and widening the hole, completely putting the truck out of commission. My accomplice and I then hopped back in the car and prepared to take off again, but instead, I simply woke up, for real.

After a few reality checks - which I should have done, the first few times I 'woke up' - I got up and started jotting notes down.

(This felt like a B6-enhanced dream - very vivid and chaotic - but I didn't take any B6 before bed. Most likely, it was the Reese's Cups I ate, late last night. It would have been nice to just have had a bad-ass lucid, but all that shit with the spider-creature-thing just made the whole thing unpleasant. It was still early as hell, but I didn't bother going back to sleep, after this one.)

15/10/2010 WBTB WILDish still a little gap

lying down on left side with arm under head after 15 mins energy work on back.

drifted into a work dream, was there with a mate and we laughed about this massive long truck that someone was gonna have to try to drive round the yard. went inside and had to sit a test with odd questions such as bushs involvement on 911 and prizes of vouchers for milkshake. realised i didnt work there anymore so got lucid and asked my mate if he wanted to go and do something fun. he was pretty unresponsive which worked out well as i got the chance to just sit there and study the surroundings. was so real down to the fluttering of the papers pinned to the wall.

i tried to get fixed into the dream by studying the visuals and then decided it was time to try to hold the visuals while trying to wake up as slow as possible to try to find the borderline between awake and dreaming. started to get a subtle but beautiful buzzing feeling as the dream seemed to get realer and yet fade at the same time as if i was splitting my consciousness. my vision started to fade, but mostly in one eye, as if reality was in one eye and the dream in the other.

after losing the dream in one eye i tried to go back into it and was there straight away. normally when i sit in a dream and try to take it further or learn something, this is when the bizzare imagery pops in and also sometimes when frightening things start to happen as if to put me off. this happened again and my mate also got a little odd as if he was warning me but unlike past attempts this time the efforts were laughably helpless to stopping me. its like you change from concentrating your vision on the whole image and the image splits into many parts all of which your brain tries to concentrate on at the same time. this is usually off putting but this time it was easy to ignore it and try to find the gap between wake and sleep. finally tried to learn something again while lucid even though i initially just wanted to 'go do something fun' again

November 4, 2010

Sister troubles (MILD)
There was a lot more to the dream that I can't remember. I remember that instead of three older brothers, I had a sister instead. My parents were involved in the dream at some point too. But the point of recall actually started me at this rally. I was in a dark stadium with a class of people. They all started sitting down, and I stood off to the side, waiting for my sister.

A former classmate says to me, "You can't sit with us, there's no room." I suppose she meant to hurt my feelings or something.

"Whatever, I'm just waiting for my sister anyways, and we'll sit somewhere else," I shrugged.

"Ix lakoo dir bikmat," she responds.

"Wait... what?!" I have no idea what she just said.

"Sidhdp ndkksoa djoksfds," she says again.

"I can't understand you," I said.

"Ugh, you're so deaf," she walks away.

"Stupid dream characters," I mumble.

November 8, 2010

Some kind of school part 2 (DEILD)
Back at this weird school. My new boyfriend is gone. Everybody has been having strange things happen to them, almost like they get possessed by something, and as a group we try to help them. We were all standing in a field and about 25 feet away, drops a column of light out of the sky, and a set of stones. My friend (a DC) knows they are for her, and doesn't want to go near them. It kind of feels like she has to, though. We all do, if we're going to get rid of this thing. I tell her not to be frightened.

I approached the rocks and started naming some off, trying to entice her towards them, by getting her to correct me. I was intentionally mis-naming them. "Oh look, it's some onyx" I would say, pointing to this black thing. She came closer and said, "No, that's obsidian."

She was standing right beside me, and I put my arm around her. "It'll be okay," I said. "We'll get you through this really fast!"

In a band (LD)
I'm in a band... I don't remember much about my band mates, but they disappeared pretty early on, in the dream.

I was backstage at a concert, waiting to perform. I saw Darren there. I kept looking at him, smiling. It's like I knew something was about to happen, or be revealed. We meet up, and I say something; I can't recall what, but he responds to it.

Then, I asked him, "Why are you old right now?"

He's not sure what to make of that question, so he responds, "Because that's the way I am." He asks me what I keep looking at him and smiling for. I just grinned and said it would be revealed soon. But I woke up

November 10, 2010

Another lake (DILD)
I dream chained the lake thingy. I was at another lake, swimming with Lily (friend, just had a baby. Still pregnant in the dream). The water was murky and kind of gross. We got out and went to a more shallow part of the lake. Lily pointed out that the water was crystal clear. I commented that I thought the other water would poison her kid.

I started moving towards the centre of the lake. I passed through people who were rough-housing and playing around... I was blocking myself with my arms, as people weren't paying much attention to the space around them. I found my way to this rope that cross-sectioned at the centre of the lake. People were clinging to it for floating, so I did the same.

Then, someone got the great idea to start bouncing the rope, which caused everyone to bob with it. Soon, it was like a teeter-totter... I went about 10ft high in the air, and I knew I was going to be plunged down really deep, so at the peak of my trip, I took a huge breath and immediately was plunged under water. I breathed in again (under water) and was lucid.

I didn't want to be around these people, and instantly, I was on a transit bus. I thought about Darren and wanted him there with me. He suddenly appeared, and we started dancing together, on this bus hrm I decided we were heading to a restaurant, and I wondered what I should order that wouldn't gross him out (since he's a vegetarian, and I'm not). I decided I would just have some kind of salad, and I woke up.

November 11, 2010 – G/C night

What kind of science is this? (DEILD)
I was helping this group do some kind of science experiment that involved me being spun around in very fast circles in this chair, with a group of 3 DC’s watching me. I don’t know what this was supposed to accomplish, but I do recall worrying about whether I was going to yarf or not.

When I stopped spinning, to my surprise, I wasn’t dizzy at all! But the three DC’s were They now had to go out and find “the room with the light on.”

I wasn’t a part of this half of the experiment, but I decided to follow this one girl around. We went inside this Victorian styled home (which are always haunted in my dreams, and this one was no exception). I was in the sitting room with her, and asked her if she wanted my help. She didn’t and left me in the room. I could feel the energy in the house, and spun around in the room, feeling really happy. I felt the carpet beneath my feet, and marveled at how awesome it was.

I left to explore the house and I found her in a room… the room had a TV in it, that was on. The only room with a light in it. “I think you found it,” I told her.

“Yep, pretty sure this is it,” she said, proudly.

We were soon joined by another DC. The three of us waited for the last two show up.

I woke up very briefly in here, but managed to chain back in, lucid. It was really unstable. The two girls were still in the room with me. I remembered to ask them if they’ve seen my brother.

“I saw him, I’ll take you to him!” one of them said. They both got their coats on, and I followed them downstairs. I was having visual problems, though, and made the cardinal sin of noting that I must’ve been dreaming for a really long time before the chain, because I was having issues keeping it together. I was soon staring at the back of my eyelids.

Grocery store (DILD)
I was at a grocery store with Jack’s “parents” (played by DC’s). His fake-Dad was being extremely rude to me as we went around the store and constantly mocking me.

Eventually, I got fed up, and also went lucid from this (albeit, low level). I replayed the scene over; only this time, I was beating him to the punches and proving him wrong. He was eating his words by the end of the scene, but he still didn’t like me.

November 14, 2010

Teeny Meeses (Mice, that is) (DILD)
I don't remember what I was doing before, but I happened to look at the ground, and I noticed these teeny little baby mice on the floor. "Didn't I have a dream a few days ago with little baby mice?" I wondered to myself. "Hmm, looks like I'm dreaming about them again." I got worried though that if I moved my foot, or continued trying to walk, I would step on one, which I really didn't want to do.

So, I crouched down, and started scooping by the baby mice in my hands, to put them into the cage next to me. Sometimes, one of them would try to get away and run up my arm, but they never got away.

The mice were mostly a brown deer-mouse colour variety. But, there was this one baby mouse that was white and black, like a dalmation. He was no bigger than my thumbnail. I put him in the cage. This little shih-tzu puppy of the same colouring randomly appears, and pokes his nose into the cage. "Aww, did I take your little buddy away?" I asked it.

It jumped into the cage, which then worried me. I thought it would start eating the other baby mice (and generally, my dreams like to "satisfy" me when I start thinking about these worries). I grabbed the dog and pulled him out. Woke up to Jack trying to use a cake mixer.

By the way, I think the dream I was remembering was one I had about pet rats, 4 days ago.

14.11.2010

Partial projection - Lucid flight over downtown. (L-DEILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID ASTRAL PROJECTION

I have decided to stop using the new table by my bed and again record my dreams in the kitchen table. The trip from my bed to the bathroom and to my kitchen helps with my recall a lot, so I will go back to my old method. Five dreams, two were lucid and I partially astral projected.

Sixth:

I felt my Physical body in bed and I was already with vibrations. Once more, it was going to be a successful L-DEILD. The dream started to form again but I felt that my vibrations were stronger than usual. I attempted to Astral Project. I focused on my Astral Body and the vibrations skyrocketed. I started to push my Astral Body out of my self and focused on a rope. I started to experience double consciousness. I felt my body in bed and I felt part of me in the Astral Realm. A few second later, I could feel my eyes closed and at the same time, I was looking to my wardrobe. It is hard to explain, I had some sort of double vision. Suddenly, I felt my cat purring and walking on my legs and I lost focus on my Astral Body, got pull back to my physical body and fell into a lucid dream.

I was by the door of my home. I knew it was a dream but I wanted to confirm. I looked at my hand and it was odd. I opened the door and I could see downtown. It was downtown. I flew and there was very odd building. I wanted to fly to the top of that building. On the top of the building, there was a platform. A voice or someone told me to not go there, but I ignored it. As I was approaching the building, the reality of the world twisted and deformed. I decided to land and to attempt to Astral Project again. I ended my dream and woke up with vibrations.

I felt like a pull on my third eye. I decided to attempt to project through my third eye but for some reason (maybe my cat again) I lost focus and consciousness.

I had a false awakening and I started to talk with my wife about my AP attempt. I left the room to write down my dreams and travels and I had a different home. Our living room was big and we had like hundreds of notebooks.

When I woke up for real and went to write down my dreams. After 15 minutes of writing down I closed my the door of the microwave. My stupid microwave's light malfunctioned and gave me a big scare thinking I was still dreaming, but the RC did not fail.

Missed dream signs:
- The FA.

14.11.2010

Pata Negra rarities (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I have decided to stop using the new table by my bed and again record my dreams in the kitchen table. The trip from my bed to the bathroom and to my kitchen helps with my recall a lot, so I will go back to my old method. Five dreams, two were lucid and I partially astral projected.

Fifth:

I was outdoors and it was night. I went to the Pata Negra store and I met with made up employees. The restaurant was open and there were a few kids, but it was very late night so I knew we were not open.
The office of the boss was located in a different place and I saw a female DC who was not his wife coming out from it. Later on, I realized it was one made up employee.

I decided to do a Reality check, however, before I did I already realized I was dreaming. I started to investigate this world and realized I did not have much control.

I decided to end the dream to L-DEILD

My premonitions happen during waking, but I had some premonitions during dreams, so I have the feeling this was one.

Missed dream signs:
- None I can recall.

14.11.2010

Legion (WILD)

★★★★★

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I barely notice the transition.

An RC confirms what I already know as I pick myself up, out of bed. I'm home, in my dark, cluttered room, which is odd because I know I'm really at school, in my just as cluttered dorm. Heading downstairs, I hear the sizzling of a frying pan, signaling someone is making breakfast.

“Looks who's up!” My father bellows playfully. “Have some breakfast!”

“I can't, there's a blanket covering my mouth,” I state as I spot the scrambled eggs, steak, and sausages, on the counter.

“You make no sense,” he mutters.

“I know,” I say, smiling back, not wanting to tell him he'd cease to exist upon my waking.

“Well at least help me with these candles—have you seen these? They're so cool!” He takes a lighter to a paper-covered candle in a glass jar. It immediately lights, pouring flame out the opening at the top.

“That's not gonna work,” I say, coldly snuffing the fire out with my mind before it really has a chance to get started.

“Huh, that's weird,” he says, trying to get the thing to light again. Feeling bad, I tell him to try again, this time using my power to bring the flame to life. “Thanks!” he said, “JTF can do this too, you know.”

That's because he a dreamer, like me. I think, walking back to the front door. Waving good bye, I step onto my porch into the waning twilight.

“Holy fuck.”

Before me, facing me, stands a legion, hundreds upon thousands, of small, black, spiky, shadow gremlins, flickering and growing with the shifting light. The shock of it all takes its toll and my vision starts to waver, the dream falling apart. . .

With a concentrated burst of sustained will, I thrust my attention toward the world around me, into every monster, every blade of grass, every dark fluffy cloud in the pale grey sky. I've stabilized, and I'm ready to defend my house, my court, myself.

I run at the creatures, launching myself up and over the lot of them, high in the air. A lone guitar plays an energizing solo as I tear my Katana from its place at my side, and swipe downward forcefully, shouting in raspy voice: “Getsuga Tenshou!” A bright flash erupts from my blade as a huge cyclical blast of blue energy pierces the sky below me, exploding into the legion of shadows, instantly vaporizing a chunk of them and the earth below their feet.

Another swipe fires out a second wave, smaller this time, not quite as devastating, but still very effective. At this point, I figure I've used up my reserves, so I switch it up, still arcing through the air, out of reach. Thrusting at the air in front of me, I start a volley of attacks, each faster than the last, until finally my blade glows hot white. I yell as my thrusts turn into a powerful beam of light that I direct at the ground, wiping out everything I pass it over. I sustain it for the remainder of my fall, dissolving countless creeps. Their numbers less than half, I drop to the ground.

“Bankai!”

A huge burst of energy flies out of me as I skillfully direct it into my blade, encasing it in blue, vibrating, serrated energy, so thick and violent the air around me buzzes audibly with its force. Without hesitation, the shadows attack. I can barely keep them off me, as I slash and cut through their numbers, my blade evaporating them with a mere touch. But each attack I make is more awkward than the last, for my opponents are all one foot tall.

There's too many, I think, jumping away, retreating. Maybe a Resurrection form will give me the tools I need to beat these guys. . . .

No, let them come. They can't hurt me; I'm not afraid.

So I stand there as they swarm me, taking me to the ground, entering my body, carrying me off, slowly down the street. I observe it all, in full control of everything, yet opting to endure the bubbling sensation at my core, the bulging of my skin and clothes, as I'm taken from my court by the few that can't fit inside me. They all look like small black balls of ash as they vainly attempt to bring me down, into a small pipe, leading only to darkness. . .

Been out of practice for most of the week. I can see my dream recall suffering. This was a good night though.

Practice RCs, Dream Guide
Method DILD (prospective memory)
Lucidity B
Vividness C
Control B
0626: I don't recall the beginning very well. I'm laying on a bed. My roommate is in the room. I push off a bunch of small wood blocks from the bed and they fall on the floor noisily. Then I pull the covers over me and my roommate leaves the room. I don't know why, but I remind myself to do a reality check. I nose-plug once and don't believe it. I do it again and now realize I am lucid. I remember my plan: do nothing, practice reality checks, let my dream guide find me.

I walk out of the room. I now seem to be in the Daisetta house. I walk out to the backyard and then around to the side of the house. I try a list of RCs. Many of these I've rarely or never done so I wanted to experience what they were like in a dream:

Nose-plug: I can breathe.
Count fingers: I have double-vision as I look at my hands but I still count 10 fingers.
Finger through palm: doesn't work.
Memory: I couldn't recall how I got to this house.

The next few needed some objects, so I walked back inside the house to the kitchen.

Clock: numbers were changing crazily, and I could will them to change.
Text: for double-spaced lines, the text seemed normal. Fsingle-spaced lines, it started to dance and look crazy. But for both I don't recall actually reading or remembering the words.
Light switch: I notice the light turn on and off but the light level doesn't really change. But there was also sunlight coming through the window so I wouldn't expect a lamp to make much difference.

Cool, that was interesting. Now what. I notice my roommate in the house, so I decide to will him to leave. I look at him and imagine that he is about to leave for work. He does starting moving toward the front door and out to a car in the driveway. I follow him with my eyes and my will all the way until he is gone.

Then I recall the bit about letting my dream guide find me. On cue, the door bell rings. I open it and a man enters. He's maybe 35, slightly overweight, with tan skin, black hair, and a goatee mustache. I don't recognize him, nor is he very impressive. He just looks like a random guy. In his hands, he has a brown paper bag. From the bag, he pulls out a candle which he presents to me like a gift. He says something like "Here's something that helps others in your situation." I try to interpret what that means but don't get it. He opens the bag and shows me what else is in there: a bottle of sake and a fried rice cracker treat that you might get at a Japanese restaurant or market. I'm trying to figure out what these things could mean and I wonder if this guy is really my dream guide.

The door bell rings again. This time, it's another man, a bit older than the last, with pale skin and a cleanly shaved face. He's wearing a blue business casual shirt and slacks. I imagine he is an accountant and I vaguely recognize him as a type actor who plays small parts in TV shows and commercials. He doesn't say anything. I look at him and back at the other man. Confused. Not sure what to make of this. Dream ends.

New AA At Work
1207: Living with my mother. New work office. I sense that my work is a TV show and we've started a new season with some new characters and a new setting. There's a new administrative assistant who is an attractive blond woman who reminds me of an actress. I need to fill in a overtime paycheck request form. I do this and give it to the woman. She checks and and sees I forget the date at the top. I take it back and realize I've filled the whole thing in pencil but it should be in pen. I feel embarassed.

Complaining About The Team
0144: In a dark office with Lance. It's raining outside. We are talking about the company football team. The quarterback was replaced by C and we are joking about how bad he is. He can't throw a spiral. Lance finds a radio broadcast of the game on the internet. Our team is losing. Now it seems to be college football instead of the company. We talk about what are team should do. Now it seems to be Starcraft instead of football. Lance says all they do it mass tier one units. I suggest something tricky like a DT rush.

13/10/2010 well i really should have written this down as i woke up but here goes. i revisited a place similar to one i keep visiting and i can only suggest that it is some kind of dream college. there was one massive rectangular hall with high ceilings that i was using as a flying practice zone. there was an old school style to the rest of the building and the grounds were like some manor house. this is about 10% of what i remembered on awakening...

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

I'm taking some sort of computer certification test using Prometric's testing software. I get to the end of the test, and the software gives me a message saying that the computer hasn't been recording any of my answers after the first four or five, and there are only 4 minutes left on the test's countdown clock, so there's no time to go back and answer them again. The timer runs out, and the software gives me a big fat zero as a test score. Very distressed, I run down to the end of the row of computers where I'm sitting, which is in the center of a large, open room. There's a desk with another computer on it in a cubicle at the end of the row, with one teacher/supervisor sitting at the desk and another standing outside the cubicle. I tell the one standing outside the cubicle what happened, but I see that the one sitting at the desk has my green-and-white CompTIA ID card right there, with my picture on it and everything. That tells me that I must have passed the test; otherwise, they wouldn't have made an ID card for me.

Guy is there. I follow him into another room, where there is a big, black laser printer. He explains to me how sometimes, the test results get sent directly to the printer without being saved on the computer, and that's what happened to me. I say, “So I didn't just lose an hour and a half of work?” He says, “No.” [In the dream, I actually had the false memory of working on that test for the last hour and a half.]

Woke up at 11:55 P.M. (after having gone to bed at 10:20 P.M.) and was really surprised at how short a time I'd been asleep. I exclaimed, “That was only one cycle?! Wow!” That was a really long and detailed dream for a first cycle. I felt that this was a promising sign, and decided right then and there to try for a lucid dream later. (I'm supposed to be cycle-adjusting right now, but I was feeling impatient. Sorry.) I took some notes, then went back to sleep.

[Fragment] I'm interacting with all the characters from Inception this time. [I don't remember anything we did, except that] At one point, a bunch of us are sitting around a dark wood dining table, apparently in a restaurant.

[Fragment] I'm in House #2, upstairs, and I shoo a cat out of my bedroom. I know that it's already too late; it's been in the room long enough that I'm going to start having allergic reactions when I go into my room.

Woke up at 4:25 A.M., took down some more notes, then listened to the second half of my binaural beats file and did some MILDing. It worked.

I'm following my friend Sam K. and his girlfriend [who I can't identify as a specific person in this dream] through the entrance to a department store in a mall. There are other people in the store. I pass two different old men who are really tall and each have two sets of eyes right on top of each other, and are wearing two pairs of glasses on them. I think to myself, Those men must have an unusual deformity. Or I might be dreaming. I don't attain full lucidity or self-determination yet., though. [I didn't think to RC, either. D'oh.] I continue following Sam and his girlfriend. They start climbing a wide, white flight of stairs up to the second floor of the mall. I speak aloud to them, saying something along the lines of, “Guys! We could just take the elevator!” They either ignore me or just don't hear me.

Very short dreamskip. I'm on the second floor of the mall, looking up at a raised, square, brown section of the ceiling. I recognize it as the ceiling of the mall we used to go to all the time when I was a kid. [Which doesn't look at all like that in real life. Weird.] At that moment, I definitely know I'm dreaming, because I'm somewhere I wouldn't normally be in reality. I think to myself, F*** yeah. I'm here. [“Here,” in this case, meaning “in a dream,” not “at that particular mall.”]

I stop to take a good look around and touch things, to make sure the dream is stable so that I can explore it. [I'm learning to do this as a habit – yay!] I touch the carpet and look closely at the pattern on it. It's dark gray with little rectangular flecks of various colors on it in rows. I start walking around in the mall. Sam and his girlfriend are gone. This part of the second floor is the food court. I cross over the walkway that bridges one side of the mall and the other. There are white tables and chairs everywhere. One of the fast-food restaurants in the food court is an Orange Julius. I pass it, then turn around to listen and watch while somebody makes some kind of public announcement about something. [I don't remember what they said now.]

It occurs to me that since this is a dream, I can climb over the chairs and tables with impunity. I climb up onto a table, walk across it, step down onto a chair, then hop back down onto the floor. The impact feels lighter than it would have in real life. I say something like, “Sure enough, no one cares!” [Wow. That's quite a shift from the respectful attitude I had toward the DCs in my journal entry dated 05-Nov-2010. This worries me.]

I continue walking along through the food court, then think, Why am I just walking? I can fly. I can explore faster if I fly, too. So I start flying, going only a little faster than I'd been walking, and staying at about the same height above the floor of the mall as my eyes are when I'm standing up. [I'd never flown indoors or in front of DCs before, so it makes sense that I would be cautious about it.] There are two vaguely gangster-ish guys in front of me, one of whom says to me, “You're lookin' at me the wrong way.” I ignore them and fly right on past them. I head toward a row of glass-and-black-metal doors hung with dark red curtains. This is the entrance to another department store. Strangely, I find it difficult to fly toward them with any speed at all. It feels like trying to push one pole of a smaller magnet (me) toward the same pole of a much bigger magnet. I realize that it would be much easier going if I started flying backward, so I decide to release my deliberate control over my flying and let myself be pulled backward, just to see where I end up. The unknown force pulls me backward through the air very quickly. Much to my dismay, I wake up. I might have guessed that that was what would happen.

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Side notes:

I didn't wear my cardboard-square bracelet at all tonight, which suggests that it isn't the deciding factor in whether or not I succeed in inducing a lucid dream. It has to be either the MILD affirmations or the binaural beats file. (Or both; how do I know that the combination isn't more than the sum of its parts?)

Dive bombing zombies
Clarity: 5/10
Importance:3/10
Sleep: Good
Sleep Position: Right Side (Left Brain)

I'm in a bar in my home town, hanging out with various people I know. I leave with Jason and Rosein, and Jason buys various sweets at the bar on the way out. Once outside, we're attacked by zombies and various other undead, vampires included.

That's enough to tip me off that I'm dreaming. I try to fly, levitate off the ground, begin to pick up a little speed, then lose it and slump back to the ground. I try again, this time with a running start, and I leap into the air like superman. Again I pick up a bit of speed, then begin to slump to the ground. So I arc my body so that I curve upwards, gaining height and speed. My flying finally sticks.

I don't do much with my lucidity other than dive bombing zombies. I fly at them and punch them in the head, fly off gaining height, and zoom in on the next zombie.



Fragments: Allin
I'm hanging out with Allin, even though we've sworn to fight each other. The weather is hot, and I spot a nice little curl in the rapids below us and want to go for a swim. I think it's awesome getting to swim this late in the fall. As we leave to go get changed into shorts, Allin asks me about the fight. I tell him it probably won't happen now that we're getting along. But he really wants to fight, in a friendly way. I think of the damage I could do to him, and think a friendly fight is a bad idea, but eventually agree to it anyways.



Fragments: Sherman
I'm riding in a yellow sports car with Sherman at the wheel when we spot a police cruiser up ahead getting ready to pull us over. We pull into a gas station with some horrible nonsensical plan to avoid them.

Real life Dream Lucid Dream sign
For me to remember, dreams are #067300, lucid dreams are the color below blue, #4169e1, and dream signs are the light purple, which is up one and left one from blue, #483d8b.

I had another lucid dream today!

Lucid dream
First dream of the night. Awful recollection. I may have had this dream because I realized when I was in sleep paralysis, and repeated to my self that I'm going to lucid dream.
I was in some dream. That's al I remember. I was in a room... I think the color was either brown or green... And it was fall outside. There were 2 windows in room I was in. I was 30 feet or so above the ground. I think I was in a treehouse? Suddenly I became lucid.

Again, I was very excited! I thought of what I was going to do today... (Italics are thoughts) Try and fly out the window? No, rub my hands together first. I rubbed my hands together, and clarity improved a little. I forgot to take in my surroundings. And... That's all I remember.

Drowned in the pool dream
Second to last dream of the night. Very vivid, but I only remember one clip.

I was on a cruise ship sort of place, in front of the pool. I looked up into a long vertical tube. Some pale girl with white hair smiled at me. She was hanging inside the tube, but much farther down than she was tall. There's no way she's tall enough to hang in that tube... I asked her how she did it, and she replied that she hung by her feet at the top. Oh well.

I walked forward to the pool. I jumped in! Some of my friends were in the pool, laughing and playing. One person who I don't like was in the pool. We played games and had fun. The pool was not viscous enough to be water. I could run in the water almost as fast as outside it. Suddenly everyone had to get out. Someone had drowned. It was someone I knew from Boys Scouts. No one was upset at all. We were all just wondering when we could get back in the pool. The lifeguard was waiting for police to arrive. Someone dashed back into the pool. We all told him to get out. He obeyed. I spotted the person I didn't like, holding his breath at the bottom of the pool. He winked at me in a mean way.

Battlefield game dream
Last dream of the night. Not as vivid as the pool dream, but still pretty vivid.

I was playing a game which was like a war simulation. I bought lots of troops and fought. I lost. Afterwards, I thought about why I lost, and I decided bucket icemen were the best financial investments. They threw big fist-sized pieces of ice at enemies very hard. I got a bunch of buckets, and twice as many icemen. I noticed one of the icemen was throwing ice at the girl I have a crush on at school. I told him to stop. There was a fight. I won. Dreamskip. My parents drove me home on the road that crossed through the battlefield, and I told them all about it.

I dreamskipped. I was writing something, maybe a form, I don't know... in a room while the girl I have a crush on was sitting outside. There was a little glass pane, and I could see her face through it. I kept getting distracted, and whenever I looked at her and she caught me she'd smile and raise her eyebrows. I got caught a few times...