lucid

Had another lucid today so I thought I'd post. Don't remember all the details. Although for parts of the dream I was lucid, I just continued to let the dream guide me.


I was going somewhere in the car with my mom, dad, and sister, not sure where. We stopped at a car wash for some reason to get food.. or wash our car.. or something. I went outside for some reason, and walked past a little girl and her mother in the back of a parking lot. As I approached her, I rubbed my hand on top of my head in a circle so that she knew who I was. They were homeless, and the little girl said she was hungry.This made me feel really bad so I decided to go to the store and buy a little something for her. I tried to fly on the way to the store by jumping in the air, but couldn't seem to stay up, like usual. It was still fun though. At this point I was thinking "Oh, I know I'm dreaming but I don't care. I never want to wake up." Anyway, I went to what I thought was a grocery store but when I went inside, I saw that it was the same car wash place that I was in before. My parents and sister were there again. I picked out a bag of pretzel-like snacks and started tasting them for some reason. I then picked out a bag of cheese filled pretzels for the little girl and put them on the checkout counter, telling my mom and I was hungry even though the food wasn't for me. I realized that she would also have to buy the other pretzel-like snacks that I had tasted because I had opened the bad. Oh well, I thought. More for the little girl and her mom. I went back to them, flying on the way, but I don't think I ever got to give it to them..

Note: MoSh says he thinks there might be something wrong with Asuka, so he wants to find her to make sure she is ok. He hasn't seen her for a few nights and thinks that might mean something is wrong with her. Going to check on her.

Another plan is to view the dream where Asuka killed Walms, he seems to think there was something going on other than just dark energy infection in Asuka. He would like to know who was responsible, and so would I. I'll do this if I get a chance.

I am in MoSh's inner world, in the usual place in front of his house. I remember my goal is to find Asuka and be sure she is ok, I wonder what might have happened to her this time since it seems someone is always attacking her for one reason or another. That isn't just starting to be annoying, it has become extremely annoying... why can't everyone just leave her alone?! MoSh comes out of the house soon, and he is worried about Asuka, he asks if I can find her, is she ok? I tell him I will track her and we'll see if she is ok, I am hoping it isn't anything serious. I focus on opening a portal to find her, a portal opens, and I go through it with MoSh right behind me.

On the other side of the portal I realize we haven't even left MoSh's inner world, we just went to a different part of it. So who would be after Asuka that was in here? Another intruder? Just have to check it out, so I followed my instinct on where to find Asuka, that lead me to a small glen cleared out in the trees. The glen was the opposite of what I expected, it wasn't dark and creepy like if there was some corrupting entity there, it is actually very beautiful. The trees and grass are greener than I would have though possible, so green that they seem to be glowing with their own inner light. There are flowers, too, and those are also amazingly bright and vibrant, contributing both their aroma and light to the place. The light in the glen makes the rest of MoSh's inner world seem gloomy by comparison even though there is nothing wrong with the rest of it. In the middle of the glen stands Asuka, who is glowing so brightly she appears to be on fire. She has her eyes closed, she seems to be in a trance of some kind, I wonder if she is ok. MoSh has also seen her and now he goes out I to the glen, calling her name and trying to wake her up. She doesn't respond to MoSh directly, but she does wake up, she is looking at me with glowing white eyes, it suddenly occurs to me that there is someone else in there, it's not just Asuka, someone or something else is merged with her. Well, whatever that person was after, it ends here. I use the song "Come Out and Play" by the Offspring to pull the merged entity out of Asuka. The entity let's go very easily as if it was afraid of harming Asuka, I find that to be quite surprising. The entity I pull out is a noncorporeal entity made of pure light, I can't even tell if it's male or female, but the voice sounds ethereal and female when it speaks. Asuka collapses after the entity is forced out, MoSh rushes to her side, leaving me to confront the entity.

The entity is speaking to me, it is actually scolding for forcing it out, saying that could've been very dangerous for Asuka. I ask what it wants with Asuka, why were they merged. It seems the entity is about to answer when a flux flows through its energy. It now announces, in a somewhat less ethereal voice, that I am another one of them, and my evil plans would come to naught. WTF? I ask it what it's talking about... the entity said it can see my true heart and would save me... uh... I don't need saving... I tell the entity that, but it clearly isn't listening to me, as now it releases massive wave of light energy that flows over me like a wave from the ocean. As the wave passes it takes all my
dark energy with it. After that I feel very disoriented like I might pass out or lose the dream or both... My Witchblade goes to work immediately to restore my dark emery with energy from its dark shard, I feel quickly better. I had been about to pass out, but I get up quickly to cover any weakness from this enemy. It speaks ethereally again, saying I took that much better than the other one... then it hesitates... then it says I am stronger than I look, but I will be free or I will perish... that led me to my next WTF... It attacked me again, I heard MoSh yelling at the thing that it would pay for using Asuka like that... I am ready for the attack. I use Whiplash and reflect the attack back at the entity, at the same time I convert the energy to dark energy. The entity is hit with a wave of darkness, it is knocked back a ways and now its energy is much dimmer. I ask it again what it wanted with Asuka, it responds with a hiss like a thousand angry cats and then is gone.

MoSh asks what the fuck that thing was... I tell him it seemed like an extremist healer or something... it had tried to purge out ally dark energy. Asuka was recovering, she said that was what the entity had wanted, it had been telling her that all dark energy must be eliminated, then it had seemed surprised when she had said there needs to be balance. She said she thought it had been trying to brainwash her into agreeing, repeating the same things over and over again, and a couple of times she had found herself inadvertently agreeing with it until she had consciously reminded herself that there must be balance in all things. She apologized for letting that happen, the entity had seemed so convincing as a healer, it had really seemed to have pure motives. I told her that the entity's idea of healing is to completely wipe out whatever doesn't agree with its idea of healing. MoSh was talking to Asuka as I woke.

October 31, 2008

Dreaming Lucid Awake sidenotes

I was in the cafeteria where my school variety show was. We just got finished with the last show. I then became lucid and started to think of the things I could do. I picked up a nearby water bottle and dumped it on one of my friends head. (just because I could!) I laughed and said to her, "Ha, it doesn't even matter because this is my dream!" I then went over to the window to look at the outside and it was dark out with stars. There was smoke coming out of the building so I bragged to my friend Cat that I could make all of that smoke disappear right out of the sky at my own will. Using my power I did it and made all of the stars really visible. Then I made a bunch of butterflies come out of the bushes and I could control them around. Then the dream started to fade. I awake and then I'm laying there thinking, I really want to continue that dream. It all came back to me except my location was different. Hey, I'm still lucid! I thought. I went and looked around and it was as if I was in a big living room with a tall ceiling. There was blue carpeting and a couple vending machines and couches. There were people on the couches but I don't remember their faces. I walked over to a light switch to see if it would actually turn on a light. I flipped the switch and a light shined on my friend. It was weird to me because usually in dreams, this doesn't happen. I remain lucid, and walk over to a vending machine. I waved my hand at it and out came a pop. I gave it to one of my friends and then looked at my hands. I counted five fingers on each but they didn't look right. The last thing I remember thinking is, In reality, I'm really just laying in bed dreaming all of this. Then I woke up. I had fun though!

I realize now that this is not a good method for being lucid. Distorting reality makes the dream bland and blurry. It was not a very clear lucid but it was still good. I also realized later on that I performed a DEILD without even knowing it. If anyone reads this, I'm warning you now not to do this in your LDs because it makes the dream fade, FAST. You should always find an excuse to why you have the powers. i.e. when I controlled the smoke I should have picked up something that gave me that power. Or have someone teach me how to do it. You get the picture... If not PM me and we'll talk!

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Good morning! Was super tired last night, and slept for a long time. Woke up at 4.00 and did a WBTB, but not a very long one. Although it was enough for me to become lucid!

Sleep: 11.00

04.00: Fragments
*I'm at this big white house. I take a look inside and it's enormous. The ceiling is very high and there are several doors, leading to rooms just in the huge hallway. I close the door and tell some guy I'm with how amazing it is. We walk for a while and end up at a cool sheet of glass, acting as an elevator. My co-worker Snusknicke is there, and he's riding it to the top, only to fall off it. He isn't hurt, and tells me it's so cool. I try to stand under it, and I don't get crushed! But when I jump on it, it's solid. Like in a game.

*A large tanker is standing at a gas station, and it has been cleaned. Some guy is complaining about the way it has been done, and tells me they have no right to do it.

04.00: WBTB: 10 minutes or less.

10.00: Nice control MILD
I'm at work and we're laying down sewage pipes. There's a big block of concrete which the pipes are going in to. I walk away for a while and come back. Everything's almost complete, but I spot something about one of the pipes. "How are we supposed to bend that pipe without breaking it?" I ask. "Well, you can just push down on it, but we do need tennis balls" Björn tells me. I don't think much about it, but figure it's for some kind of hole in need of plugging. I walk away towards the large tennis arena.

Two guys are just about to close the metallic gates. "Wait! Don't close it yet!" I yell at them and they stop. "Hey, I need a few tennis balls. Can I have some? It's work related" They shake their heads. "Sorry... It's closed, and you can't have them for free anyways, if it's work related, you could rent them for around 10k" one of them says. I look around and spot several balls in a fence and up in a tree. I slowly become lucid and reach out towards them with my hand. Six of them comes rushing at me at once, and the guys get nervous.

I make them spin around all of us for a while, and then line them up on the ground infront of us. I start wondering if I could do telekinesis without using my hands. The balls start bouncing around and move at my will. I forget about the guys and focus on a piece of scrap metal on the ground. I grab it with telekinesis and make it fly towards a few cars parked at a wall. I totally destroy one car with the metal, but there is absolutely no sound. I decide to try out what I've been wanting to do lately, just walking around.

I take a good look at my hand, and I notice atleast 4-5 small fingers branching off the larger ones. I then turn around to check how stable the dream is. I appear to be at some kind of dock, and it's pretty grey outside. It must have been dusk. I can see very far over the water, alot further than I can IRL and it's all very clear and vivid. I start walking down the road, with absolutely nothing in mind but keeping the dream stable. I got a very nice buzzing feeling going through my whole body. Every second I stay lucid and the dream is stable is so cool! My head starts to hurt a bit from all the concentrating but I don't mind. I walk on.

"Perhaps it's so stable because I've just taken Calea?" I wonder. There are dumpsters on each side and I feel the texture of one of them as I walk. A homeles pair appear to the right and smiles at me, but I ignore them. After a few more seconds, I must have gotten bored with just walking, and suddenly the gravity gets weaker with each step I take. Each step makes me float more and more, and soon I'm flying through the air. I spot a construction company's name but I forgot about it. I also spot a school and the name is Jach something.

I fly for a while and end up ontop of a roof. The weather is still very grey and quiet. "Haha I bet I will wake up soon" BAM! I start to feel my body, and try to L-DEILD. My hands are feeling very numb, and I'm afraid I am cutting off the blood flow. I get a bit more awake and the feeling goes away. I concentrate for a while, and I get the same feeling back. But I never succeed in going back... I wake up with a headache. Perhaps from sleeping so much, but perhaps from the Calea. I had a headache last time I took it aswell.

Wake up: 10.00

Amount of sleep: 11 hours

Food before bed: 2 x Omega-3, Applejuice
WBTB food: 1 x Calea extract pill

That's it! Feels awesome to have another lucid, and one with great control, and thinking ability! I would say it was the longest I've had in a long time, perhaps 3 minutes or more. But still awesome! I'm not sure, but I think I will do the same thing next time I have a lucid. Just walk around and keep the dream stabilized!

Keep on dreaming, HARE BRA!

(Good morning, everybody. This is a really long entry. Sorry.

I remember three dreams from last night. The first two dreams happened sometime between midnight and 5 AM. The third dream was between about 5:30 AM and 7 AM.

I became lucid in the third dream, and sustained my lucidity for quite a while. But I think it was mainly because I “conserved my energy” and didn’t really try anything out of my normal range of dream-activity.)

Dream #1

I was coming back to “my apartment.” I was walking through a building that itself was as big as a small neighborhood. I walked through one area, a huge room with tall ceilings and wood walls.

As I walked through the area, I went past a young man and woman who were possibly standing outside the door to the woman’s apartment. The door may have been pale blue.

The woman was very pretty, with copper-colored skin and long, straight, black hair. The man was handsome, white, tall, with blonde hair about down to his shoulders. He wore a grey, wool cap and some winter clothes.

The man was telling the woman that he would make sure her move went smoothly. She was apparently moving to another place, and she was nervous about it. I gathered, from the man’s speech to the woman, that the man would make sure she didn’t experience the same harassment she’d experienced at her present apartment.

But as I was walking past the couple (I didn’t actually get very close to them, and I had to exit via another door into another room in order to get to “my building”), the man and woman expressed some kind of concern that I was going to get them in trouble. It was as if, as well as the woman experiencing harassment from some group of people, the man and the woman had themselves been accused of causing trouble in their neighborhood. They thought I was the kind of person who would get them in trouble again.

I walked softly and quickly through the door, trying my best to give an impression to the man and woman that I was nice, that I wouldn’t harass the woman, and that I wouldn’t get the man and woman in trouble – in other words, that I would just mind my own business.

I walked into the next area, which was like a mix between some completely forgotten room or corridor in an enormous mansion and a back alley. A light shone from high above, and at the heights of the room, it was dark as night, though it was light enough near the floor. The walls were wood, and the floor had a pale, blue-grey carpeting. But there was junk everywhere, like tattered cardboard boxes, wadded up pieces of wrapping plastic, and other garbage. There seemed to be turns and staircases here and there, leading up to other “apartment buildings.”

I walked toward my building, which didn’t even have a front door, just a staircase leading up to a winding ramp into darkness. My landlord, an older, black man or woman, stood at the top of or on one of the curves in the ramp. He/she apparently knew I was coming home, so he/she was waiting to welcome me back. I may have been away for a few days, doing something like visiting my family.

I didn’t realize, but the young man had followed me all the way here. My “building,” it turned out, was the building that the young woman would be staying in. I thought that for sure the man would now be panicked. He and the woman had been so afraid to begin with that I would get them in trouble. And now it looked like I had “reverse followed” him all the way to the woman’s new residence.

I tried to act natural and cool, to make the man understand I wasn’t going to do anything mean to him or the woman. I spoke a little bit with the landlord, in a kind of easy, happy tone. I then said I was going to head on in to my room and get a little rest.

As I headed toward my room, through a door along a dim balcony facing at an odd angle to the ramps and the long alley-corridor, I heard the landlord now speaking with the young man. I thought, Why not prove that I’m a good guy, and let the young man see inside my room? Once he sees how lived-in my place is, he’ll know I’ve been here a few years, I’m a decent guy, and that I won’t do anything rude or mean to the woman or him?

So I called attention to the landlord and the young man. I had them come over to my room. I opened the door to my room. The room was humongous and dim. But I could tell, just by glancing inside, that the room was a complete mess – a disaster! Plus, the place just let out a horrendous smell, like tons and tons of socks that hadn’t been washed for months!

I quickly closed the door and told the landlord and young man nevermind, that I must have forgotten what I wanted to tell them. They walked away, kind of disappeared.

I suddenly felt suspicious of the young man. I felt that, now that he’d seen even just a little into my room, and he’d seen where I live, that he’d try to break into my room. I closed my door. I walked slowly away, as if I was trying to put on some kind of show that I didn’t really live in this apartment.

I suddenly recognized that, just beyond my door, the wall to my room only went up to about the middle of my chest. You could see inside the room just by standing out on the balcony. I looked inside, hoping that nothing of value would be easily spotted, prompting the young man to break into my house and steal things.

All I could see, though, anywhere, was a bunch of clutter and garbage. I felt like there was no way I could have left my place this way when I’d left. Had I been that neglectful of things? Or had I been gone so long that my place just kind of dissolved into these shambles of itself?

I walked around the corner of the balcony, now facing some dim corner of the alley-corridor directly, but still having a good view into my room.

Down below, in my room, I saw a huge, pale-blue, L-shaped couch. It was completely torn up. The stuffing of the couch was bloating out of the cushions, and a black, metal frame jutted out the edges.

Suddenly, my mother burst out from the inside of the couch. She scrambled out of the couch cushions. She then rabidly twitched and scratched against the couch, tearing it even more to pieces. She looked terrible, like she’d become some kind of wild animal.

I was terrified by this. But I quickly became indignant. Who had allowed my mother into my apartment? I ran down the balcony to find someone to complain to.

I ended up on some dark hilltop, under a small tree. It was pitch black night, but I could see, as if a car from somewhere were shining its lights on the scene. There were a few people wandering around, possibly Hispanic.

I found my father, who was almost cartoonishly wide. He was also dressed somewhat like a clown, in red clothes with pink and orange polka-dots. He may even have worn a clown-nose.

I yelled at my dad, “Why did you let my mom into my apartment?”

My dad gave me some kind of excuse that sounded half-hearted but official, so that I couldn’t really argue against it.

Dream #2

I was in a subway station, waiting for the train to come. I was in a far-off, unfamiliar neighborhood, and I had been doing some kind of activity that made me tired and ready to go back somewhere familiar.

The subway station was more like the lobby for a building like a hospital. I sat at a table in an area that looked like a makeshift café. The serving counter may have been in a small room, off to my right. Behind me, there may have been the main lobby area, large and bright, with a lot of sunlight flowing through the window-walls.

To my left was a wide doorway, through which I could see one subway platform. Through a kind of dim, plasticky window at the opposite end of the room and in front of me, I could see another subway platform.

I pulled out a book, crossed my legs, slumped in my chair, and started reading. A couple of teenage boys sat down a couple of tables away from me. They were making jokes with each other, pretty relaxed. They seemed cool. But for some reason, I didn’t want them to notice me. I thought they might start trouble.

Suddenly I could see, from some kind of reflection, that the train on the platform to my left was coming. It seemed to be coming without warning and very quickly. In a rush, the boys and I stood up from our tables and ran to the platform.

But I didn’t want the boys to know I got on this train. I felt that if they knew this about me they could hurt me somehow. So I tried to act like I wasn’t getting onto this train.

But when I got out to the platform (which was huge, wide, with tall ceilings, nothing like in NYC), the train wasn’t there. I heard the rushing of a train to my left. I looked and saw, down the platform, and up at the top of a tall staircase, a different train arriving at another platform. Was it just that train I’d heard? But I could have sworn I’d seen the train arrive on this platform, as well as heard it.

I looked down into the well for the train and tracks for my platform – and was terribly shocked! Instead of tracks, the floor was completely empty, trackless, and painted a bright yellow. There were no tracks! No train could ever have arrived here! But I was sure this was where the train was supposed to be – where I had actually seen it arrive!

I felt terribly foggy all of the sudden, as if I had fallen into a different world.

I heard the train on the second platform, off to my right, arriving. I thought I’d take that train. But I knew it wouldn’t get me anywhere close to where I wanted to go. I knew I’d just have to take this train, at this platform, whenever it came, no matter how long it took.

So I went back into the café area to go back to reading my book.

Dream #3

I was in my great-grandmother’s house. I had apparently been there for a long time. The place looked nothing like it had looked while my great-grandmother was alive: it was dim, grey-blue, and strewn garbage, household items, and even streams of toilet paper.

I walked around in the kitchen and dining room, possibly picking up and eating and drinking pieces of food and drink that had been left out for a long time on dirty plates and in dirty, grimy cups. There may also have been dirty, rusty knives, or something like that, somewhere.

I walked back into the living room. I felt like I had isolated myself in my great-grandmother’s house for so long. It had been days. Here I’d been, back home all this time, and I hadn’t visited my mother once!

I thought I’d give her a call and let her know I was at my great-grandma’s house, and that she could come visit me or maybe even pick me up so we could go somewhere to visit with each other. But I hesitated – I now felt so guilty having neglected my mother for all these days, that I knew just calling her would cause me a lot of heart-breaking pain.

I was suddenly in “my bedroom” at “my house.” The room was clean, a little barren. Nice sunlight flowed in through the window. It was cheerful enough. But it felt somehow lonely – not just lonely, but sterile, padded.

Something about this feeling made me realize I was dreaming. I realized I was now lucid. I told myself to keep calm and just go exploring this place as if it were a real environment.

(Oddly enough, when I became lucid, I may have “transformed” into a tallish, white, young man with tanned skin, blue eyes, and short-shaved, blonde hair. I have no idea why.)

I walked out of the bedroom and into “my living room.” I was in a suburban house. The house looked small and nice. But it was completely empty. It had thick, brown carpet.

I walked very slowly, to keep my emotions calm. I was heading for the front door. This was a kind of challenge for me, and I knew (even in my dream-state), that I had to keep calm in order to do this. I knew, I remembered (the truth, not a false memory – I mean, insofar as etc., etc.) that when I’d become lucid indoors in the past, my lucidity would end as soon as I walked outside, as if I hadn’t believed my imagination could “create” an outdoor space.

I got to the door. It had a strange bolt-lock on it, which I thought was kind of over-doing things. I worked the lock out and pulled open the door.

It was a bright, sunshiny day in a suburban neighborhood. I told myself to remain calm, remember this was all a dream, and just explore the place like it was a real environment.

My front yard was a tangle of flowery vegetation and rough, dark shrubs. There was a driveway off to my right, with a big, brown, 1970s-style car.

A blonde man, very tan, with a long tangle of hair and beard, was messing around near “my car.” He looked crazy, and I was afraid of him. But I was also pissed that he was messing around my car. So I yelled at him, “Hey! Hey! What are you doing?”

The crazy man hunched up (he never really stood) and turned toward me. He shouted and growled and barked all kinds of weird things at me and started rambling toward me violently. For some reason, he was holding a Panini and a paper plate in his hands, as if he had been eating a Panini when he’d seen my car and decided to vandalize it or rip it off.

It seemed as if the crazy man were going to try to invade my home. So I yelled at him, “Don’t you come near!”

The neighbor from the house to my left, an Asian man, in his late 30s or early 40s, wearing glasses, a pink-red polo shirt, and khaki shorts, walked out of his house and into my yard. He’d heard the commotion and was coming to help me.

I yelled again at the crazy man to back off and not to come anywhere near my home. But I also tried to make it seem to my neighbor like I had the situation under control. I felt like this crazy man was somehow important to whatever I was supposed to learn from this lucid dream. So I had to keep him at a distance without scaring him away entirely. I also wanted to make sure my neighbor didn’t scare away the crazy man.

Off to my right, in my garden, I saw a strange plant that looked like a Cleome topped with a cabbage. The cabbage was pink and white, like Cleome flowers.

Somehow, either my yelling my neighbor’s yelling had finally scared away the crazy man. He ran off. I, and possibly my neighbor, ran after him.

He ran down toward a chain link fence that ran along the crest of a kind of tall, kind of steep, cliff-like hill. I was calling to the crazy man to stop. I wasn’t trying to do him harm. But my neighbor was running faster than me, and he was chasing the crazy man quite violently.

The crazy man found a bent-up part of chain-link fence and crawled under it. I followed. I saw the crazy man run down the steep, brown hill-face, jumping into a shallow, muddy river or creek at the bottom.

My neighbor was still ahead of me, intent on capturing the crazy man. But once the crazy man was in the water, he did something to himself so that my neighbor could no longer see him. He had changed his wild, blonde hair into a weird, pink, green, and white, spiky flower style, looking like a hairdo-mix of a Cleome and a lotus. He ducked down low in the creek so that only his head was above water.

But I could still see that it was the crazy man. I wondered why my neighbor couldn’t. Nothing was different about the crazy man’s face: it was just his hair that looked like a lotus floating on the water.

I could see that the crazy man was drifting toward a group of copper-skinned, black haired children who were playing and splashing about near the creek’s banks. I thought that it might be a good idea to get the crazy man away from the children. He had gone over to them to blend in with them until we left. But I had a feeling that if he suddenly went crazy again, he could hurt the kids.

But now the crazy man and my neighbor were gone. I stood in some rocky area, looking down to the kids playing in the creek. At some point I looked over to my right and saw that there was a subway station, just jutting in a platform out of the hill, as if it were half-finished, forgotten. But it also looked new, clean, modern, even futuristic. And it was functional.

I saw some kids, maybe pre-teen or teenage, playing around near the platform, waiting for the train. I was up near the top of the hill now (which, instead of being muddy or earthy, was now rocky). I was at a pretty level view with the platform and with the kids. I hoped they wouldn’t notice me, because I didn’t want them to start trouble with me.

My emotions got so unstable that I felt my lucidity fading away.

But instead of the dream continuing, not lucid, everything blacked out. I told myself, you’re losing your lucidity. You’re waking up altogether. Go back to being in the dream, and being lucid.

So now I was back in the dream, lucid. I lay, stomach down, over some ledge of rock, looking down to some of the kids playing in the creek. They may have been a boy and a girl. They noticed me and started handing me toys to play with with them. One of the toys was a plastic horse.

I played around with the horse a little bit, then handed it back to the kids, who went back into the water.

I walked into the subway station. Inside, it seemed like it had become night. The station was lit gently with a kind of street-quality, greenish, fluorescent flood-lamp. The walls were a brownish stone, and the floors were some kind of granite-like grey. There was a downward staircase in the center of the lobby-area, and there were a few different corridors leading off from the main lobby-area.

I walked down one of the corridors off to my right. I heard a bunch of teenage kids who sounded like they were joking and having a good time. I decided that I should probably talk with the kids instead of being nervous and shy around them. This was a dream, and I was here to explore whatever I ran into.

So I saw the kids. They were a group of white boys and girls, dressed in kind of loose baggy sweaters and wool caps. They were making a bunch of jokes which struck me as intelligent and funny. I thought I’d talk to them. But they really didn’t pay any attention to me. So, rather than trying to hard to get their attention and getting hostile attention, I walked down another corridor.

But now I heard somebody calling for me. I wound around through the corridors, back to the area where the kids had been. It had definitely sounded like one of the boys, calling me back to be part of the group.

But when I got back to the area – something like a lobby, with a long, wooden counter at the front of the room, and a tall, nice painting on the cinder-block wall to my left – there were no kids, only two women. The women were both naked. They walked toward me, side by side.

The woman on the right was very tall, maybe a foot taller than I (or “I” in the dream). She was naked, but she wore a dark-blue plume of feathers as a headdress and a spray of dark blue feathers around her waist and back. She looked like a burlesque performer.

The woman on the left was still taller than I, maybe by an inch or two. She was pale, with long, curly, light-red hair. The women were both offering themselves to me for sex. I chose the shorter woman.

The woman stood right in front of me, almost to the point of pressing up to me. I asked her a question, and she replied. Satisfied, I began kissing her body.

We had sex in two or three different positions. But in one position I realized I was just doing a terrible job, and that I must just be making a weird situation for the woman, even though she did at least appear to be having fun. Regardless, I got so ashamed of what I perceived as being my stupid clumsiness that I woke up.

Note: MoSh and I are starting a new plan to increase his lucidity and recall, and hopefully make mine more consistent as well, and it involves MoSh and me sharing repeated dreams, MoSh recalls all he can, and then I fill in the blanks. Our first plan was to explore a tower in MoSh's inner world that was constructed by Walms. The tower is basically a challenge of perception, the goal to simply be to get to the top of it. This was my goal as I turned on my light / sound machine and slipped into my WILD…

I am in the yard outside MoSh's inner world home, and I see MoSh is already there, he was looking at me. I tell him that I am there to go check out the tower Walms built in there, MoSh says he is ready to go. I notice he seems to be in a hurry to get going, but I figure he is just wanting to get going before the dream possibly ends. I ask MoSh where the tower is, he points towards the forest across the street from his house, he says it's off in that direction, then he heads into the forest. I follow MoSh into the forest, and we follow a path that seems to wind around for a while. I wonder how long the trail is, and whether it might be faster to just open a portal to get to the tower. I am about to ask MoSh about that when we come out of the forest and I see the tower up ahead. It is a rather tall and creepy looking tower, it looks extremely tall. I look up and I can't see the top of it. From what I can see from the base of the tower, it has no top, it goes up forever. Well, I suppose that's the challenge, so we need to find a way to the top of the tower, a top that I'm not even sure exists.

MoSh and I look around the base of the tower, it is of a pattern of bricks that looks quite interesting, but there doesn't seem to be any sign of a door. I am thinking it would be really pathetic if we can't even find the entrance, so we continue looking around the tower. Finally MoSh finds a spot in the wall that he says looks different to him, he pokes around that for a while until he finds a particular brick and pushes on it. A bunch of the bricks shift around on their own to reveal an entrance, which MoSh proceeds through. I follow MoSh through the door, and as soon as we are inside, the bricks move on their own again and seal us inside. For just a bit the place is completely dark, but then there is illumination from an unseen source. The room is now filled with a cool blue glow, making the room look really strange. The room is cylinder shaped, though there is a ladder up the far side of the room. The ladder goes up the wall, and then it goes horizontally across the ceiling to a door in the ceiling. Well, the way to do that seemed pretty clear, climb the ladder and then swing across the horizontal ladder like monkey bars, and then deal with getting through the door. So I head over to the ladder, MoSh is right there with me, and we climb up the ladder, MoSh is right behind me. When I reach the top of the ladder, I reach and grab the first ladder rung of the horizontal part, thinking if this was my waking life, this would be really hard. As I grab the rung, however, the entire room shifts, or at least it seems to. Now the horizontal part of the ladder is going up, MoSh is climbing on the floor. Um… ok… so now I climb up towards the door, which is now in the middle of the wall, I notice MoSh looking at me strangely, then he follows me. I reach the door in the wall and reach for the doorknob. The room shifts again, so now the door is in the wall, I am standing on the ladder, and MoSh is crawling on the floor. I open the door, then MoSh and I go through the door into the next room.

I step through the wall and find myself standing on a ledge on the outside edge of a huge spherical room. I look around the room, I feel MoSh standing right behind me, both of us barely fitting on the narrow ledge. Then MoSh is pushing me forward, I am about to tell him to quit it, but I realize the door behind us is closing, and we are both pushed off the edge into the room… where I realize there is no gravity in the room, MoSh and I are sent tumbling into the middle of the room. I look back at the door just in time to see the door close flush with the wall, such that I can no longer see the door. So where were we supposed to go now? There must be an exit somewhere around there, maybe it was another hidden door in the ceiling… but where was the ceiling? I can't even tell which way is up without the aid of gravity, so I'm not sure where to look for the door. Actually, finding a door wasn't going to be a problem… doors appear all over the inside of the spherical room. They are moving, so now I feel rather like throwing up, it is definitely making me nauseous. I try to focus on one spot to keep from throwing up all over the place, and I notice that one of the doors isn't moving at all. It is stationary, not rotating, not moving, so that's the one that must be real. I float over to that door and pull it open, then I call over to MoSh, telling him I had found the exit. MoSh floats over to me and then we both go through the door.

MoSh and I enter another room like the one before, and I soon figure there is a pattern of two or more of those rooms set up connected to each other. It seems like we wander around in them for a bit, but then MoSh and I decide to attach a line to the door we entered through to make sure we aren't backtracking, so we can be sure to get through the rooms as quickly as possible. Finally MoSh and I exit through the final door into a room that has gravity and isn't moving. Now, however, the fact that the room isn't moving seems rather nauseating. I still feel like I'm going to be sick. MoSh doesn't seem to be bothered by it, however, as he starts looking around the new room.

I finally get to a point where I no longer feel like I'm going to throw up, and I look around the room MoSh and I are now in. MoSh is huge! MoSh looks like he's about ten feet tall, he is standing at the end of a hallway. He shrinks down to normal size as he comes back, then he says he found the way through here, I just need to follow him. I follow MoSh to an opening in the wall, it looked like a tiny hole from one angle, but it is clearly large enough to fit through. MoSh says there is another opening on the next level up. MoSh climbs out through the hole, I follow him. We are now on an invisible floor that is so far over MoSh's inner world that I can't even see the ground, but I know there is no way we have gone that far up… MoSh follows an invisible pathway to another hole through the wall of the tower. I follow MoSh and look around the room we have just entered. I don't even get a very good chance to look around the room before a wave of vertigo hits me so hard that I wake up.

This morning I fell asleep in my bedroom and suddenly perceived a weird feeling that I immediately connected with an OBE, based on some previous experiences that were basically the starting of OBEs. The feeling was both visual (like complete darkness and then a sort of light) and kinesthetic, quite familiar to me, but difficult to describe. I decided to let the feeling go on so to go further into the experience. Then I decided to move and turn around on the other side of the bed; immediately I found myself moving as I wanted to (I actually fell asleep on a side, with my arm around my partner's shoulders). I was very lucid, I actually wondered if I was moving with my physical body. I got up of bed and started moving around the room, noticing that I was very light and was almost fluctuating and thinking that this meant I was having an OBE. The emotion was very strong. I decided to get out of the room. I passed through the closed door, I did it slowly but with no effort and noticed with great lucidity that I was doing it. I found myself in the corridor, that looked a little different from the actual one, and very lighted (while in "reality" the shutters were closed, so it was dark). I kept moving lightly, fluctuating in the corridor, almost flying, and then reached the front room. It was wider and a little different from the actual one, with a huge glass door as big as the whole wall (instead of the two much smaller ones I have). Everything was wide and lighted by the sun. The emotions grew while I kept flying around the front room. I noticed that my hands could easily pass through the glass of the window, and did it more than once, always very lucid. I looked at my hands (it is a reality check I often do during the day) and they were almost trasparent, the fingers were like crooked and crossed together. Then I decided to go somewhere else and chose my parents' house. Only for a moment I found myself there, in the corridor of their house, still fluctuating and having that sense of extreme lightness. Was difficult though to keep staying there so I woke up. Actually it was a false awakening, I woke up in another dream, in bed, with my partner, in the exact posture in which I fell asleep, just with the bedroom looking a little bit different. I was telling her about the experience, being very excited and thinking about writing the experience in my journal. Then I woke up, finding very difficult, in the first moments, to realize that the previous conversation was a dream.

My mom, me, and two of her sisters were inside of what was supposed to be my Mom's house. It was a little like the house she grew up in. We were all getting ready to walk outside to go somewhere when we heard a terrible wind- one so strong that I thought the house might fall apart. The wind didn't last long though, and soon it was sunny and beautiful outside. I went out to look around. I couldn't see any damage from the wind, and everything looked as usual- except for a strange spot in the air. I was like space was distorted in the shape of a 20-foot-tall jellyfish. I could see through it, but there were streaks of "air" that were smeared and slightly opaque. I grabbed my camera and started taking pictures of it. It seemed familiar to me in my dream, like I had seen or heard of this phenomenon before, so I wasn't afraid. I attributed it to the large wind that had just ripped through, and assumed it would dissipate over time. I laid down on the ground to get a shot of the sun rays piercing through the anomaly and as I was focusing my shot, I saw that the thing was moving, and that it was much much larger and farther away than I had initially thought. Almost immediately after this realization I saw that it was a giant light bulb, the size of a house, and then it crashed to the ground, glass shattering everywhere. I was far enough away that only tiny shards of glass showered me, but didn't cut me as they probably would have in real life. Still in shock, I got up, and looked farther down the road and saw a giant lamp shade and lamp base (both the size of skyscrapers) crash from the sky. I ran inside and explained to my mo what had just happened. I told her that I wondered if the recent creation of tiny black holes by the LHC was responsible for this. All I could imagine was that reality as we knew it was breaking down or universes were colliding, expanding, shifting, distorting…something very serious.

I turned on the television to find the news. I couldn't find anyone speaking about these events. I couldn't think of anyone else to call so I called my ex and asked him if he had noticed anything. He hasn't heard about anything, but he came over. My mom was making some kind of sugar cookies. They looked already cooked, but she is puts them on a baking sheet and throws them in the oven. She offered one to my ex. He took one and so did I.

My mom's ex-husband was there instead of her current one. We were all in survival mode. I went to the garage at the back of the house and I heard cats meowing, as if they were crying, and it seemed to be coming from the walls. I ran to the backyard where my two dogs had been. They were gone. To my left, where my dog Mina had been, I saw a large 4' X 3' baking pan filled with what looked like a chocolate cake or uncut brownies. There was a face on it, and it looked scared. I was terrified of it, it seemed to be looking at me. I picked up some nearby garbage (packing material or insulation?) and threw it at the thing. The trash was light, so it didn't hurt the thing, but some of it fell in it's mouth. I turned to run and I heard it pitifully ask, "Help?" I turned around, "Are you ok?" The thing was looking at me, and said in a frightened voiced tinged with nervous laughter, "I..I don't know" and it tried to smile. I started to go back and get the trash out of the cake's mouth, but I was too scared to approach it. I told the thing, "It will come out on it's own eventually," and tried to fake a smile.

I ran back inside to tell everyone what I had just seen. My ex was already inside telling my family about the thing, he had encountered it before me it seems. It now was apparent to me that this thing was previously my old dog Mina. I ran back out to it and out to look for Nadja, my other dog. I saw another cake pan, with something pink inside…but before I can run to it, we all saw a small injured white cat walking slowly towards us. My mom's ex says, "I heard that t he cats are "mascots" and they don't change, but they are preyed upon by other things." The cat was very sick but came to us willingly. We brought it inside and looked for food to feed it.

Once we are inside, something started shooting as us from outside in the backyard. My mom's ex, who now looks like a stranger and perhaps isn't supposed to be her ex, was fighting back and had a massive supply of weapons scattered all over the living room floor. I wanted to help fight, so I looked for something I could use. I touched a few guns and knives but realized that I didn't know how to use any of them. One strange metal medieval-looking cross-bow/sword started to move on its own. It had been infected/effected by whatever was happening to reality. I grabbed a weapon that looks like a flashlight, and I pounded the thing until it was smashed and not moving.

My mom screamed as she opened a trunk in the dining area. "Another alligator head!" One of the men in the room grabbed it, it was alive even though it was a bodiless head, and he kicked it outside the front door, where I could see dozens of other live alligator heads chattering around the front yard.

We had to run outside from the shooting, and soon we ended up in an urban city-scape that seemed deserted. Things still fell from the sky, and I knew the reality breakdown was progressing.

A flock of sparrows flew up to us. We threw some bread to them. "They are normal!, they are real!" someone yelled. "Yeeesss, weee are reeaallll…" the sparrows all droned together.

I woke up at this point, wrote everything down, and decided to go back to sleep and re-enter this dream, but stay lucid. I was successful, for a short time:

I was back in the house, but no one else was there. I could see white walls in front of me, and two small puppy faces merged into the walls, as if a small husky and a small bulldog melted into the wall with only their faces left unconsumed. "I am dreaming, so I don't have to be afraid of them," I thought. As I grabbed the husky I saw that he wasn't melted into the wall like I thought, I just hadn't been able to see the rest of his body. I pulled him out and pulled out the bulldog too, and then I lost lucidity.

I saw my mom, and kept trying to tell her about this crazy dream I just had. She was busy with some paper work, and eventually I got the idea that I was being annoying.

Later my littlest sister and I were out riding bikes through the neighborhood, which now looked ravaged. We were trying to help a group of people. Something scary happened at a house…(can't remember what) I woke up again.

non-dream - non-lucid - lucid

12/11/10 I am putting this one in a separate entry as it occurred during an afternoon nap.

I am in a supermarket, or rather I am listening to the story of a guy who is not allowed back into the supermarket although his friends are in there drinking beer. He says that if he knew he wouldn't be able to get back in he would have stopped for a beer like his friends. It doesn't make it better that he can see them laughing at him from the other side of a window screen where he is trying to get them to help. They are pretty drunk apparently.

Skip (There seem to be a continuous temporal structure to the dream, but a radical change of scenery takes place here and there)

I am supposed to go meet some friends of mine (I actually had to do this) and I promised Ronja I would pop by with some groceries. I obtain these groceries at a meeting of some kind, seems a bit like a therapeutic setting (the details are a bit unclear). The groceries are some she has left from a prior party or gathering of some description and includes half a sack of coal and numerous rectangular boxes. Nothing weird about that, I pick it up and head to her flat, I am speaking to multiple people on the way out and even ask one of them to hold the door, which isn't like me considering my total social ineptitude. As I get out of the main door the bottom of the bag drops and I am forced to put the boxes in the half empty (Not sure if this it is thinking positive or negative here, from Ronja's perspective I would come across as negative seeing I am referring to her lack of coal, but it is a positive thing for me that there is enough space to fit the remaining groceries inside the sack, I suppose optimism isn't an absolute variable independent of context. Philosophical ruminations aside and back to the dream) sack of coal, and although it is an anoying situation that will further obstruct me from meeting my friends I join in with the random laughs the situation is sparking from bystanders, I mean come on the situation is actually a cliché so just go with it when it happens, right? I get to Ronja's block, which is located in Hornslet and the building is way to tall for anything that exists in that little town. I feel a bit down again as I know it will take a bit of time to get all the way to the top. I try and cheat my pulling out my mouse and clicking on a very small area towards the top of the building to call the lift. This is where I start realising that something is off. “Hang on a minute, my interactions with those people back there and this”. I check my hand and although all fingers are there my index finger and the one next to the pinky (sorry too lazy and busy to look up the actual name of it) are growing shorter. Right, Dreaming! I fly up a bit, lending a brief contemplation to how easy it would be to go and drop off the groceries now, and how utter pointless it would be to even try. I see a man up there and call out “Hey! you know we are dreaming right?” “Yeah sure” he replies sincerely. I get down activate my senses in order to promote stabilisation and start touching a lot of things. The road that should have a stony asphalt sort of feel to it feel an awful lot like a mixture between rubber and the wooden floor you would find in a sports arena, weird. There is some more scaffolding in the surrounding and a man is walking up the street in the same direction as me. I go over to him intending to introduce myself, but I realise it is my old school friend Thomas. I tell him we are dreaming, and he seems to handle it with a bit of difficulty trying to run away from. He runs in a weird zig zag fashion trying to get away from me. We end up fighting and although he is no match for me I am not quite able to throw him far away into the galaxy as I intended with my first move and he keeps coming back as I keep grabbing his wrist and kicking him in the torso. Some woman appear and join the fight, but I would rather just kiss her so holding on to Thomas, I grab the woman's arm in the other and sort of position her between us as she strikes. I kiss her and I can see her cheeks gaining colour and a small smile arise. I later try to get rid of Thomas to get with the woman, but she refuse me and Thomas keeps coming back, damn! I try to force her a bit as I have heard DCs can be easily persuaded, but I wake up prematurely to lend empirical support to that theory.

November 12, 2010

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I am at a sleepover, and Mr. Steeper is the parent supervising. I am in a room with a large bed and comforters all over the floor. Emily, Nicole, and someone else are on the floor with blank stares, unmoving. A little girl with black hair is on the bed, laughing. Sam is there as well, and she is being her usual Sam self, yelling and getting excited over nothing. Mr. Steeper comes and checks on us, and with no surprise, he is wearing his usual HTS faculty golf shirt and the track suit pants with the shirt tucked in. We eat something of some significance, I have a feeling it was to do with pirates for some reason. I have to go to the bathroom, so I walk outside the room. I am in Megan Sherifovski’s house. The tiles on the lower floor are still white marble, and the staircase is the same, curved and not carpeted. I walk down the staircase and look around for the bathroom. Then I remember, this is Megan’s house. The bathroom is to the right of the staircase. I look up and see movement. There is Megan in a short white flowy dress, gracefully pacing back and forth. She must know that I am here in her house at a sleepover that is not hers. I walk over to the bathroom. Wait. Why would Mr. Steeper be in Megan’s house? I must be dreaming! Everything goes white, then flashes to colour. I am excited, but then I calm myself down. I can feel my dream body and I move around. I am in no particular place, just surrounded by flashing light. I think this must be a very unstable dream. I can feel the dream fading, so I decide to spin. I try to spin, but my surroundings are so strange that I can’t tell if I am spinning or not. I wake up.

My first lucid dream!

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID FALSE AWAKENING PRECOG

22:00 GMT

Hiking, cooking and walking
I’m climbing up some mountain with my BF. On the way we meet local pilgrims and a French lady. The path is full of Buddhist sacred places, like this huge terraced slope with thousands of small golden Buddha statues.
This French lady knew nothing about Buddhism so he was feeling awkward with the pilgrims offerings and prayers. But we talked to her and then she was starting to actually enjoy the whole thing. She spotted a statue that had fallen backwards and went there to put it up again. She left a golden coin on top of that Buddha. Then I noticed it was the only one really shiny around, as if it was new. All the others were darkened by age and weather.
When we reached the summit of this mountain, we found some houses and tables on the outside. There was a culinary competition going on with people from all over the world. It had just ended and people were stowing their dishes and pans and glass bowls. I helped. Some Italians were talking about a sci-fi series that didn’t air because it was just bad, like a B-series kind of movie. Then like a vision, I get to see some scenes from the series and it’s really cheesy. The spaceships are just cruise boats with their lights on over a dark, star-lit sky. Then there’s this main character who is simply a klingon but with 1000 eyes all over his body. It’s just bad and I laugh.
Then we’re all downhill, at my mom’s kitchen, were the award ceremony takes place. I’m surprised that all the Italians get awarded, but so the French, Spanish, and many many others, mostly Europeans. I wonder what kind of competition is this, where everybody is awarded. I’m bored and I go to the window. I see a gay couple walking outside on the back alley and I think why don’t they go up the hill, do the same pilgrim’s path we did, but telepathically they say they are not interested, because it seems exhausting. OK, just a suggestion. At this moment I am half-lucid and I think about going to visit the Flea Market near my home. In RL it is tens of kms from my mom’s home, but this is dream world... So as I walk my way there, I’m feeling really amused and I am singing Pink Floyd’s “The Wall” and dancing. People look at me but I couldn’t care less – dream, remember? Then I realise I already walked too much and passed by the street that goes up to the Flea Market. As I turn back I bump into my BF who decided to follow me. I tell him it’s better we take the bus back to the place, 'cause I'm tired of walking.

4:40 GMT

“I’m nobody” and snake venom
I’m on some weird place with Buddhist people I know. People are sitting down on chairs and that’s when I realise they are waiting for our guru to come. I then see the place prepared for him to seat and luckily I get a sit just in front of it. But I get tired of waiting and waiting and decide to go for a walk, leaving something on the chair to mark my seat.
When I am on some kind of lobby of this building, some other old guru comes in. I have this weird feeling of coming out of my body and I start floating in the air, involuntarily. I feel like a cloud with no defined shape or form. He passes by me and I come down a little bit. He holds my hands (so I did had hands!) and he smiles looking deeply into my eyes (so I guess I also had eyes!). He asks “Who’s this girl?” and someone from the staff replies with a couldn’t-care-less look “She’s nobody!”. First I feel a bit upset but then I also smile and reply “Yes, I’m nobody.” And he releases my hands and continues his way. I follow him back to that teaching’s room where people are waiting on their seats. But on my way I pass by a corridor which has lots of young boys and girls sitting on the floor and some neons or billboards hanging from the ceiling above. For some reason, some of the boys start to tease me, trying to provoke a fight. Because it is kind of playing, I play along and I defend myself, but then they get serious and I have like 4 or 5 attackers simultaneously both from my left and my right. But my kung fu is strong and I kick their asses, although not really understanding what they want from me. I then get on some kind of skateboard I see nearby and I slide out of there.
I end up on the end of some long corridor and tired, I simply lay down on a sofa that is on the corner. Then some Russian lay who is cleaning the floor, starts cleaning around the sofa and then the sofa itself. I am like “Really? Couldn’t you wait that I get out?” But she is really sweet lady and she rubs my shoulders and gives me a head massage. How nice of her! But she never says a word. Then a door just in front of us opens up and I see a kind of clinic lab. A nurse or whatever is taking blood samples or vaccinating a person. I go inside and I see two guys collecting snake venom for cosmetics. But the snake goes crazy and is spitting venom like a water hose. They warn me to be careful, cause no venom can fall on my eyes or mouth or I’ll die. But I do get all covered in venom everywhere else.

6:30 GMT

Beams of light in my hands
I am in some shared room with other people. I am trying to have some rest but it’s too crowded. Then the Russian lady appears again and she’s cleaning the room. I find out there’s a room next door which has just been emptied and I take all my stuff to there. As I am cleaning up the bed which is full of crumbles of previous guests, the Russian lady comes in again – is she stalking me in dreams? – and she also seems surprised that I’m there. She still hasn’t said a word but we kinda communicate telepathically. I tell her I’m staying in this room and she seems to be ok with it. She won’t tell anybody. She just needs to do her job and clean it up to. In the end she hands me over a very nicely scented soap for my shower.
Then I am (again) among this people who came to listen to a guru. But this time when entering the place of the teachings, I slide through the floor to some really good seats and pass in front of everybody who is simply walking – bad luck for them! This time this “room” is on some open air space, like a terrace. The guru comes in, he is very old (I guess the same from previous dream) and he needs a translator because his English is not so good. People are eager for him to start, but then the mic doesn’t work and we can’t hear a thing of what either him or the translator are saying. People complain but no one seems able to fix it and the guru doesn’t stop, he keeps going as if he didn’t care if people are listening or not. I make an effort, but then I give up and go to the terrace handrail to see the views and I notice the terrace is actually a boat deck. Below is the ocean and smaller boats are sailing around. Someone shows concern over me being so close to the limit of the deck, so I decide to play with this person, by letting myself fall on the water – of course I didn’t really hit the water, I simply flew up and appeared on some other spot on the deck, but sure it was fun to see his/hers (?) face. I’m half-lucid by now but the dream starts to fade. My peripheral vision reduces as lately it’s been happening on fading LDs and everything becomes a bit dark. I ask some DCs around me to help me stay in the dream, by holding me down. It’s a weird strategy but kind of works. The dream stabilizes a bit more, but the darkness doesn’t go away. The DCs look scared and I provide some light to them by emitting white beams from the palms of my hands. They seem amazed and thankful, but I end up waking up anyway.

8:00 GMT

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID FALSE AWAKENING PRECOG


22:00 GMT

Undergroung radio station
On a big room, like a school canteen or lounge area, at night. It’s semi-dark, but I can see tables and chairs piled up. Whoever was around is leaving the place but I stay behind, hidden, because I want to explore some basements below. I found out there’s a -1 level which is used for storage and a -2 level that is attracting my curiosity. After descending some stairs to -1 basement, there’s a square hatch to a -2 level. I touch the walls and find some metal ladder to go down. Then I can’t see a thing, it’s pitch black and I can’t find any light switch.
Then I hear voices of a group of girls coming. I am hopeful they’ll stay in level -1, but they actually come down the hatch and I’m trapped. I decide not to make a big deal out of it. They know where the light is and turn it on. I smile at them. Luckily they didn’t shit their pants when seeing me there. Apparently there was also nothing so important down there, because they were not upset with my presence. The first half of the space was also for storage, but then they invited me in to the second half, much cosier, full of posters from the 80’s on the walls. It was an amateur radio station, they used to run when they were school girls! They tell me their old stories, we plaid some music, we spent a good time.

0:30 GMT

Fragment
Similar dream – probably continuation of previous dream – but can’t recall details. Also something about my cat and my BF.

2:00 GMT

Trying to stabilize a WILD
I fall asleep and I enter a dream lucid. Just hold on to some images passing by and started to dream, but control and lucidity were a bit weak. I felt sleepy and tired as if my awaken-life body was still too present on my mind. I felt that if I sat meditating, the dream would fade away, so I just consciously watched it. I was on some kind of fair on a village. I notice the stands and a freaky guy following me around. I then saw some tourism promotion shop with glass walls – selling German arts and crafts and sharing brochures about the country. To stabilize my lucidity I decide to go inside it and just look at all the things in display. There’s a desk at my left with some German lady smiling at me. By her side there’s some kind of children’s book I find fascinating, because the book is in the format of a flower and the pages are the petals and fold to the centre. Then I sit on a very cool resting wicker chair and unfortunately I’m still feeling tired so I can’t hold lucidity and I just wake up.

3:00 GMT

Another unstable lucid
Again lucid, on a roadside. I think some guys invite me to a road trip but I say no. Instead I float around some village trying to stabilize the dream, but I still feel very tired. I remember something about vegetable gardens and narrow streets, then I go blank.

Museum and party on a village
Now I'm on a mountain village. Getting out of some café/restaurant with my BF and heading to our car. I notice we left our bags and wallets on our seats and didn’t even close the car. The car is parked on a sightseeing terrace over the ocean. I am looking at the view, the water, the boats and the clouds in the sky when a jumbo jet passes by really low altitude. I pick up my camera to film it. And then the jet flips in the air and sinks on the water down below. I get scared but then the jet jumps out of water and it is now a whale. OK. Then as I watch this jet-whale jumping on water, This whole terrace thing is now a theatre on some museum, where they play 3D movies (been recently to something like this in Japan).
I’m now accompanied by my father and the movie is about sea monsters – the whale now transformed into a pre-historic whale with sharp teeth. It is so cool and realistic but my father is totally missing it, because he didn’t like the place he was at (everybody had to stand, leaning over a handrail). The movie was ending and he was complaining he didn’t see a thing. During the movie, I tried to get him on a better place but he was in a terrible mood, not accepting any suggestion, so I just gave up. In the end, I was so excited about the movie but he had found another horrible guy who also just kept complaining about everything. Then a new session was about to start and I suggested they tried again but now they were demanding that the session was halted someone from the staff came over and take care of their complaints. I told them they were being jerks, that they had no experience of these continuous playing movies on museums and if they were not happy just please go away. They didn’t go, so I did.
I went outside and I’m still on the same mountain village. Lots of amazing views around. Lots of green, cute little houses in the hills. I become lucid again. I see many people gathered at what seems to be the main square of the village, a bit down below from where I am standing and decide to fly over to see what’s going on. It’s some kind of party but it’s too crowded and I decide to go under an arched tunnel just by the side of this huge crowd. As I fly by the tunnel I see some long table full of toys and dolls, placed in a way to create a kind of domestic scene. I guessed it was some kind of birthday party for a kid and this display was for the party’s kids. I am coming out on the other side of the tunnel, when I cough in RL and I wake up.

5:10 GMT

Attack of the gadgets
On a wood cottage with my mom, my aunt and lots of other people. We’re trying to find a spot to put a mattress and sleep for the night on some mezzanine over a large empty living room, but it is simply crowded. I finally find a spot near the stairs that go to ground level. When I’m settled, I go downstairs, as do my mom and aunt. As they sit outside on a tree trunk, relaxing in the sun, I see a bunch of robots and gadgets coming up the hill behind them and terrifying everyone at his passage. My mom and aunt don’t seem so worried. OK, it wasn’t like the “I, Robot”, so I understand they didn’t look threatened – ipods, toy-robots, those alarm clocks with wheels to run away from you when they ring, and so on – but still, they were marching as an army and I didn’t feel secure. They ended up invading the house and cornering people. Then a huge LCD with a home cinema sound system came majestically into the giant empty living room and forced people to watch some film on its screen. And demanded full undivided attention. When there were music clips playing, people had to dance to it. I was hiding and watching this at distance. Then some guy got tired and stopped dancing, wanted to run away. The LCD beamed the guy up with some type of laser and disintegrated him. Then people started to really freak out. I’m thinking about how I’m gonna save people from this when... in RL my BF wakes me up.

6:30 GMT

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID FALSE AWAKENING PRECOG

23:00 GMT

Painting in group
With some people working on something, split in groups of 4 people. We’re preparing paints – each group prepares 2 colours but we’ll all share it. Each group has to make a painting, but for that first we need to agree on the subject and then somehow combine each individual style. I picture it won’t be easy. I notice a very interesting girl and also a guy, whose profiles are just amazing and I propose we paint their profile portraits. But my proposal is totally ignored and my 3 colleagues are already sketching something totally different for which they didn’t even ask my opinion. But they were the majority, so I let them. It wasn’t till I actually see the drawing that I got really disappointed. It was some drawing of a hill with trees and houses, but very badly drawn, like the guy who did it had no talent whatsoever to drawing. I decide to go to toilet.
I then realise we’re on my late grandma’s house. I feel her presence very strongly and I say out loud that I miss her. For a brief moment I was lucid, but then I simply went to pee. I noticed in the end that there was no bathroom door and I felt surprised that this doesn’t disturb me at all although there are these people around in the house. Then a brief moment of lucidity again. One guy just passes by, tells me something all smiley and goes meet the other guys on the living room. I hear the others joking about a potential romance between us two and I feel they are totally deluded.

Feeling insecure on a park
After the previous events, I’m on the exterior and I sense it might be in London or in Brussels. I’m near a park and looking for a spot to plant some seeds. I walk over some brick wall, I step on some leaf covered ground, but don’t like any spot. Then I see a tall iron gate entrance for a more reserved area and decide to take a peek. It leads to some alley but then I see two guys approaching with a suspicious look, seeming interested that I’m walking that way, so I give up on my intent and just go around this area.
Later at night I come back to this place, this time with company and also there are more people actually going across this alley, so I feel safer. Strangely, I conclude this alley is home of many homeless people, which gives it still a bit of sinister feeling. But then I stumble on my own wallet on the floor – I hadn’t even missed it! I check it and all documents and money are there. I am surprised that being so afraid of people’s intentions on this area, not one of them had taken my wallet – of course they could have not seen it, but I felt they simply didn’t want to pick it up.

Brussels and parkour
With my BF and it’s definitely in Brussels. We only have one day there so I ask him what he wishes to visit. I suggest taking a tram to the Africa Museum, because the tour to get there is already very nice, but then we can visit the beautiful park around it. But then he mentions he hasn’t even seen the city centre and I agree he should do that.
Later I’m (we’re?) watching a parkour competition. The contesters have to climb and do their tricks up and down a very narrow and tall building, very art nouveau, with lots of structures on the façade. I am delighted watching the skilled people competing and say to a friend I would definitely love to learn to do this. Then a fat girl from the group I am with surprises me by also competing. I think “if she can do it, why shouldn’t I?”

6:40 GMT

11/12/2010
"Gold Rush"

I was working back at the insurance company, where I'd used to work, a few years ago. At first, it just seemed to be regular office life. There was a lot of conversation that went on, but I don't remember much of it. I do remember being hit on by an attractive, slightly older woman, and just kind of smiling it off. Come to find out, instead of being just an insurance company, we were also, apparently, a mint. There was a goldsmith there, who kind of reminded me of the Haitian, from Heroes, and he was more or less "making" this gold, by weaving a bunch of metals together, into long, golden ropes, and then would break down the compound and press coins out of them. We were printing so many, that I almost couldn't fathom not being able to keep one or two for myself. I mean, it was like an endless supply of gold, here. Surely they wouldn't miss one or two coins.

At first, I tried to ask KE, my old boss. She adamantly refused. Keeping a playful tone, I jabbed at her a few times, to see if she would give in. I said that we could just "pretend they fell off the delivery truck," and she refused again. I could tell that she was getting kind of annoyed, so I let it be and started walking back to my desk. On the way over, I passed the smithy. There was a large pile of coins just sitting there in front of me. By this time, I was determined. I glanced around real quick and swiped two coins, putting them in my pocket. I was curious to how much they would be worth, but really, I was more interested in just having the coins than cashing them in. (Heard a commercial on the radio, the other day, about the rarity of gold coins, and how the government is putting some back into circulation. Probably what sparked the gold coins, in this dream.)

Well, as it turns out, these coins were being forged for some kind of foreign cartel, and they were not happy, to find out that some of their shipment was missing. After I had gotten off from work, I'd gotten word that the cartel had come into the office, realized there were coins missing, shot the smithy (and my boss, I think. Not sure), and was on a manhunt for whoever might have taken them. Most of us had been hanging out at a pool or spring or something, when we got the news. Word was that the cartel knew where we were, and was on their way to see us. Immediately, I knew that I had to get out of there. After having made them come searching for me, I was convinced that they would shoot me on site, whether I gave them the coins back or not. Quickly, I got out of the water, and started heading away from the rest of the group.

I hadn't gotten completely free yet, though. There was a sequence here, when the cartel first showed up, and we were all running and hiding for our lives. I don't remember much of it at all. My recall skips ahead, to where a friend and I had broken away from the fray, and made it out of the area, to where we'd begun to think we were in the clear. (Don't remember who the friend was, though.) I still hadn't confessed to keeping the coins. It probably wasn't the wisest idea, but I was going to try to get out of this, without having to. We walked down a dirt road, surrounded by brush - heading somewhere I can't remember - when the cartel's Jeep turned onto the trail, behind us. When they saw us, the sped toward us, AK-47s waving in the air. We broke into frantic dashes in the opposite direction, the Jeep closing in. I tried to trail off, into the brush on the side of the road, but I knew that there was a man now right behind me, on foot, drawing down on me. I could practically feel how close he was. Knowing that attempting to crawl over the next ridge would have been futile, I rolled over on the embankment, onto my back, and stared up at the man with the huge silver handgun. He was only seconds away from squeezing the trigger. I could sense it. I knew I was about to die.

Suddenly, just as a stoic panic set in, I realized that this couldn't be happening! I was dreaming! The realization just suddenly slapped me in the face, brushing away all fear. With an evil grin, I stood up on the embankment, and started walking slowly toward the guy with the gun. He didn't know what to think. At first, he backed up a few feet, still aiming the gun in my direction. I knew he was going to shoot, so I braced for it - unafraid, because I knew his bullets would do nothing to me. He fired off a few rounds at me while walking backward in retreat. I didn't even feel the bullets at all (which is rare, even while lucid), and I just continued walking toward him. Finally, I got within arms reach and raised one arm, grabbing the barrel of his gun and crushing it like putty, in my grip. The fear in the man's eyes grew as he, no doubt, knew what was now in store for him...

Unfortunately, I don't remember anything after this point.

I dreamed I was with my friend Josh Phlug. We were picking some things up from my old house. We had to get them to my apartment.*

On the way back, we stopped a store. Inside, it was a white-tiled floor, with red shelves. Various items were everywhere. I'm taking a guess, and I'm gonna say this was a Target.*

Josh and I walk over to a counter and order pizza. I only had five bucks on me. We look and see, that the extra-large pieces cost about three dollars a piece. The large cost only $1.55.*

We purchase to large pieces and eat. After we ate, I suddenlybecame lucid without dream signs!!! I had a wedding to attend. My own actually. For I did propose to a girl named Lauren in my last LD.

I use the turn-around method to get there. I am not in a church. I am outside. The grass is a nice dark-green color. The sky is gray, but oh well. My parents, syblings, and friends are attending(obviously).*

We have to wait for awhile, so I chat with relitives and friends. Then, I think I should just summon Lauren myself. So, I do. Finally. We now listen to the annoying "Here Comes The Bride" song. We sit through the long ceremony(also annoying). Now the moment of truth.

"I do." Lauren says.*
"I do." I say.*
The pastor was nice. Dressed with that weird big white hat, and white robes. We looked at him.*
"You may kiss the bride." he announces. So, I kiss the bride. Awesome.*

So, we now leave and go to the reception. We party until I awake.