lucid

Emergency Flying (dild)

I don't remember the beginner much. I was in some sort of basement arena and BroY and I got into a fight. He started chasing me with a powertool and I took off running like a bat out of hell. I ran upstairs into my kitchen and out the back door. The handle was also a power tool tapped on the door.

I realized I must be dreaming and that switch from in emotion is very powerful. I jump onto the fence and onto a another stone fence. I jump to fly but begin to fall. I use super strength to grab the fence midfall, and throw myself into the air. I fly higher and higher, over the house. "Come get me now, bitch! Ahaha!" I yell excited. "Come get me now bitch!" again.

I think of my goals, my neighbor, my dreamguide, but just want to enjoy flying. I notice the sky looks like a storm is approaching. Dark blue with purple swirls. I then wake up.

Frags:

1. I took a CnG which always seems to give me, at least, vivid and weird dreams. In this one, I sort of fainted or something. I couldn't really control my own body. D had me propped up on his shoulder and helping me move around. There were aliens (dream guides?) and they said something about how we are all isolated, each inside our own mind and universe.

July 20, 2010
Slept between 2am-9:30am

2a-4:30a
Woke up an hour before my scheduled WBTB, really needing the washroom Did not recall any dreams. I went to the couch and got comfy, but then I thought that maybe I should try to WILD from bed today. Jack and I had a bit of a fight last night (more like me bitching at him ). I heard my lucid weaver 90 mins later for the WILD. I rolled over and tried to think about the music I used for my anchor yesterday, but I passed out! I think my bed is too comfy for WILDing

4:30a-8a
Hungry like a wolf
There was an odd little bit where I was thinking about my failed WILD attempt in the back of my head throughout this dream.

I was at work and very, very hungry. I was working an 8a-8pm shift and only had a bagel with cream cheese my entire shift.

One of the cleaners (who, IRL, does manage a restaurant) offered to make me something (we have a bistro in the basement). I was grateful, but he forgot about his offer and never made me any food.

Petra (co-worker/shift relief) came in and asked me if it was okay to do some shopping. I looked at the time and realized she was already 8 minutes late. I told her no, and she looked crestfallen.

[Flintstone's plane?]
I'm sitting in the backseat of a plane and my feet are hanging out the bottom. I have them held up, because we're flying VERY close to the grass. It's tall grass, mind, about 3 feet. But, we were skimming the tops of it! It grew darker outside and we passed over these tiny houses, made of felt. They were the size of dog houses, but I was told people live in them.

As we kept passing over, more houses were covered in cotton. I was told it was for insulation.

We reached the field clearing at the end. Petra said, "Let's build our mansion here!" I got a visual of a Sims-like grid and the wall tool (hehe).

I replied, "Isn't that kind of insulting? Building a nice mansion RIGHT NEXT to these poor people? I don't think we should build here."

8a-9:30a
Jack's alarm woke me, but I passed out again.

[Elevator]
I found myself in this elevator, just reaching the ground floor. I held the door open for these tons of little kids. I helped ensure everyone was on and not about to get smushed by the closing door before I let it shut.

[Lucid House]
I recognize the feeling of weightlessness quite randomly, but I don't clue in that it's a dream. I explain to myself that this is a house that produces feelings of lucidity. I push off the ground and I'm floating. This house is really cool! For some reason, I start floating around the room (I'm in a kitchen) singing Taylor Swift's "You Belong to Me." I think again about the lucidity in this house and I finally realize the absurdity at what I'm doing

I see a glass door (one of those slidey patio doors) near me. "I've never tried to go through glass before, I wonder if I can do it?" I thought. I drifted towards the glass to go through it, but my forehead went thump! against it. The glass felt cold and I felt the bump, but it didn't hurt.

I walked back to the other side of the room (which was now entirely empty, by the way) and braced myself to run for it. I quickly shot through my mind, "What if this destabilizes the dream? What if it doesn't work? Oh well, I'll give it this shot, and if it doesn't, then I'll go do something else." I ran at the glass, and I felt it give way around me! I slowed wayyyy down. The glass felt like cold, but quite viscous slime as it slid around my body. I was afraid I was going to be stuck like this, but I willed myself through the glass, and came out the other side with a POP! That was a really cool experience!

I was in the backyard. "Danny?" I said, out loud, calling out to my DG. He appeared out of nowhere. I was suddenly overcome with this really strong desire to hug him, so I threw my arms around him.

He was surprised, but said, "Hey!" to me, with a laughter in his voice. I marveled at how real this hug felt, but even still, I felt the dream sliding away.

I looked up at him. "Can you come into my regular dreams and tell me I'm dreaming?" I asked, quickly.

He smiled at me, "Sure, I can."

I went back to hugging him as I "woke up."

[False awakening]
I "woke up" next to Jack. We were sleeping in a tent in a backyard. I checked my watch. It was only 7:20 in the morning, but I was so excited about the lucid dream I had, that I wanted to blog it right away! I went inside the house. The kitchen was a disaster. I found a plate of half-eaten waffles. I didn't fancy eating those, but I did see a large mixing bowl with mal-formed, but uneaten waffles in there. I grabbed a handful's worth and stuffed it in my mouth. They were all syrupy, buttery and insanely yummy.

[Same FA, but scene jump]
I was lying down on a long couch. Jack's mum was reading a book at the end of it. She says to our DC-host (the house owner), "I love coming to your house. It's like Christmas every time!"

"Mm-hmm!" I agree.

"What part of it did you not like?" Jack's mum asked me, mis-hearing me.

"I didn't say that, I was agreeing with an mm-hmm," I explained. I woke up for real.

NON-LUCID / LUCID / NOTE

It is nighttime and I am walking down my street. I decide to fly to a nearby house and punch the window in. I expect to see J there lying in her bed and there she is. We make out for a little while and the next thing I remember is being on the rooftop of a very tall building. I look down and doubt my ability to successfully fly to the top of another building without falling and waking up. I decide to lower the building that I am standing on to the ground so that I can walk off onto the street. I punch a few more windows in and the thought of David Letterman crosses my mind for some bizarre reason.

EEEEeeeee!!! I had an LD last night!!! I had been doing RCs all day and I finally did one in my dream!

I was taking a girl who said she only had $50 and was going to go stay in a crackhouse back to my place to look after her. I tried to get into my house which was in a weird apartment building and I couldn't get the door unlocked. So I decided to bring her to another one of my houses and the door was open and my cat John was walking in the doorway. I think I said something like, "John, is that really you?!?! I must be dreaming!" And I tried to poke my finger through my hand. It didn't go through, but it felt really squishy and all of a sudden I got a strange orange square pattern in my left field of vision as if it was an indication that yes, I had discovered I was in a dream. It was like the visualization effect on iTunes. So I told John to follow me upstairs and I was so so happy to pet him because Andrea and I put him to sleep probably two months ago. He kept trying to get off my lap, though. And the apartment we were in was nasty gross. Then I lost lucidity. I was just so happy to have my cat that I didn't want to do anything but pet him. And I woke up and almost cried because I miss him so much.

Next. I'm in a mall at a jewelry store with my mom. We go to the back right corner and look into a display case. My mom tells the guy working there that she wants five of the same white gold necklace with some pendant on it. He gets them out of the case and my mom goes to the counter and starts writing a check for them. She signs it with my sister's name and her name is on the checks. But she spells her name wrong. Then she shows the guy her driver's license and my mom's name is now Joyce Garcia. I look at the guy workig there and tell him... in Spanish... that my mom doesn't know how to speak Spanish. So he takes back the necklaces and puts them back in the case.

OMG. Then came the weirdness. I'm having sex with this guy and I think I'm at my parents' house. The bed is squeaking really loud and I'm afraid that we're going to get caught. My friend Trelease is there down the hall going to the bathroom. I tell the guy to stop he puts some pants on. I look in his pants at his penis and it's flat. I touch it and it's all gooey. I'm like disgusted. I go to the door and peek out. I see that it's my friend coming out of the bathroom and go out and giggle with her that I'd just lost my virginity. And it's perfectly normal that I have no clothes on.

Wow guys, sorry it's been so long since I last posted a DJ entry...or much of anything at all! I haven't given up on lucid dreaming or this forum yet; don't worry. Life has just been so freaking crazy lately that I seriously haven't had time to write anything down!

I still don't have time to write everything out, actually...so you're just going to have to trust me that since my last entry I've had 2 DILDs and 1 WILD, and they were quite enjoyable.

Now the world is gone, I'm just one...

I wake up in my bed. I am naked, I wonder at the fact that it's already time for me to awaken, since it feels as though I've only just fallen asleep. I'm about to leave my room, but on the way out I lean against the wall near my door, pressing my forehead against it. 'How can I know whether I'm dreaming, or awake? It's all the same... How can I know any of this is even real... Keep sleeping to dream, because I hate my life, hoping I'll come out of it better, with some shred of something I can use, something to inspire, to move, to find an answer, an escape. But sleep just seems to install new bars into this cell. How can I even know I'm not dreaming right now.'

For the fuck of it, I flip the light switch just beneath my head on and off. Nothing happens. I look at the ceiling, the walls. Everything is here. The mask hanging from my door, the books, the silvery rays coming in through the window. I realize I'm not awake, but still asleep. I reflect for a few moments on how detailed and vivid everything is, how 'real' it is, nothing missing. Realizing this doesn't make me happy or excite me, but instead fills me with a feeling of isolation. The walls no longer real, just pictures of walls, the idea that beyond them, isn't a real city, no apartment, no livingroom, no father... Beyond these walls there isn't a home, because these walls aren't real. They're just my memory of them. And what of the real walls? Those don't build a home, either. I'm upset by the lack of comfort, familiarity, of reality, since this 'room' is just a 'ruse'. My malaise deepens as I reflect on how, 'the real thing', isn't actually any better. What was I expecting?

An anatomically correct digital rendering of someone's face, speaking, crying... The 'realness' of it isn't moving, but disturbing, soul-less. It looks so real, it's 'correct', but it isn't. It isn't comforting. It's unnerving, you become suspect of something so... Accurate, but, lifeless. A doll.

I pull on a pair of jeans and start to slide my belt through the loops. I stop partway through fastening the belt, realizing the pointlessness of getting dressed in a world that consists of only me. I think, I don't want to know what's outside of these walls. And I don't have to, I can leave another way. I open the window and remember how I'd been thinking about jumping out of it. Well, now I can. I remember how much I think about punching it until it breaks, when I'm mad. I slide the window as far open as it'll go, but it refuses to open far enough to let me jump out of it, it jams.

So I punch the window. It doesn't give. 'This is MY DREAM, and you BREAK.' I put my fist through it, it shatters, shredding my knuckles open and raking the flesh off my arm as it goes through. My arm is 'reforming' as quickly as it's being torn apart, as I need to thrust several times to knock out all of the leftover shards. Knots of scartissue creep up my arms like ribbons, replacing the gashes. I rip the frame out of the window and toss it behind me.

For a moment I question whether I'm really dreaming, or just having delusions of grandeur before I jump out of a window and kill myself. 'I'm going to fly,' and I close my eyes and rocket out of the window, or so I think. Turns out I actually just jumped REALLY HIGH. I float back down onto a building lined up right beneath my window. Looks like a warehouse. I am alone. I consider making someone to travel alongside me, consider summoning a DC. I start forming one, particles aligning in the air. I delete it before it materializes completely. There's no point. She's hollow. A shell. Like building a robot of a woman. I can't bring myself to do it. I have to just move forward and hope there's something at the end, hope I'll find someone, find somewhere.

The fastest way to the other side of the warehouse is 'through', so I slide the door open and go in. Inside is a 'panic room', the walls made of steel. I hear the door behind me bolt shut. It's silent, just like outside. Nothing, no one, is in here. I shake my head and laugh, egging on my subconscious. 'I can't be kept in here. Is this supposed to make me afraid?' I go to the far wall and sock it. It leaves a huge dent, but no opening. I take my finger and use it as a laser cutter, slicing out portions of the wall until I have a square opening big enough to step through.

It opens up into a roof top. It's a beautiful day. The sun is out. Everything is clean. Deserted. I look down onto the empty streets below. I snap my fingers and people appear. Down below, their cellphones go off, chewing gum, laughing, signing each other, driving, eating, biking, unknowing. I want to believe they're real, that I can save them, have a meaningful interaction with one if I just greet with selective blindness, be the king of ants. But I can't swallow it. I snap my fingers again and they disappear.

I have to keep moving... Find something, anything, other than this horrible quiet, or the alternative- synthetic companionship. I jump from roof top to roof top, on and on for miles... The buildings slowly become more and more decayed, crumbling, wisteria growing through the old concrete and splitting it. I reach the last rooftop. I've reached the 'end'.

It's a white sand beach, with colorful shells scattered about, and then the ocean, all around. This is the land's end, the very end, and there is nothing else. I look around for someone else, some sign of life, evil, good- either, something other than just.... This. I can't stand how beautiful it is, the perfect waves, the flawless sand and sun, but my heart drained of all enthusiasm. The 'perfect day', unthinking, fills me with agony and isolation. I drop to my knees and thrust my hands out in frustration, reel back and start to scream at the sky. I want to eject this pain, vomit all of it out, be capable of feeling something besides 'empty', 'broken'.

My scream starts out as a human scream, faintly echoing back to me through the hollow corridors of the buildings behind me. I keep screaming, and the scream grows into an otherworldly roar, screeching into the perfect blue. The scream develops earthquakes, the sea shoots up around me in spikes of black water, jutting into the sky, which grows dark, and the wind begins to howl. The clouds and the waves, claw at each other, meeting in the air. Lightning snaps all around, dead sea creatures rise, cooked, to the surface. Cyclones form, hurling debris around me. The tide creeps up and fills all of the sea caves, swallows the buildings, swelling higher and higher, engulfing the land, then, crushing it in a fist of water and black ice. The sky has opened up into the sea, reaching into it, an enormous gaping maw.

I get a view of myself from within the mouth of the sky. A tight cylinder around my body upward, is the only space that is dry, a beacon of sand and light in the havoc. I'm on my knees, still screaming, long hair coiling and snapping like snakes around my head. The rest of me is frozen, fingers curled in agony and frustration, as the scream just rolls on and on out of my body. I'm trying to eject everything, purge it, but it just keeps going. I keep screaming hard and harder, waiting to 'run out' of pain, run out of the need to scream, but the pain doesn't go away. I'm trying to 'let out' something that's endless. The world is destroyed, but the pain goes on, never emptying. The cup continues to fountain and overflow.

This is pointless. I stop. The sky reforms, the tide sucks back into the sea, the sand dries, the buildings reappear, the sun peers back through the clouds. There isn't any trace of what just happened, anywhere in sight. No sight of the pain. It's hidden again. Perfect again. Quiet. It feels the same. I lay on my back in the sand, motionless, wishing my life, my dream, would make up its mind. Please start, or just be over with. This isn't living, and this isn't dreaming. It's over. It fades to black.

Non-Lucid
Lucid

I had been dreaming about an old abandoned house on my parents farm. Its up in the hills in the country and its a very creepy old house. There were a few people there and we were having a party, the house was in a slightly different area and not the same at all, it didnt have the creepy vibe at all. Then there was a bit of a jump and I was on the doorstep of the house, now it was exactly the same and in the correct spot. I felt the creepy vibe and all my friends had gone.

Somehow I had the feeling I was imagining the scene while awake. Then I thought it was wierd that I could actually move around so I did an RC. I looked at my hand and pushed a pinky finger out.

I was lucid! I still had the creepy vibe so I walked outside the house. For one of the first times I remembered to rub my hands together. I felt unstable quite a few times but concentrating on my hands seemed to fixed this. I also made extra fingers come out often just to keep the stability. I formed an extra thumb which looked pretty funny!

I heard someone coming so I ran down the hill infront of the house. I turned around and a small kid not much older than 5 came at me. He looked savage and evil. I punched him in the face a few times. This seemed to change him, he didnt look evil now and was nice. It was like he was my son or something. We were down by the road now and there was not much room to walk on the side of the road. I told him to be careful as 2 cars drove past. Then a truck drove up and stopped at the side of the road. Somehow I knew the guy was dodgy. Either a pedophile of a serial killer. He didnt see me and I jumped ontop of the vehicle. I smashed my hand through the driver window and into his face. He hopped out and he wasnt happy. I got nervous and didnt know what to do. He went to the back of the truck where he had 2 shotguns. I didnt know what to do. I didnt want to get shot and waste the lucid. I tried flying but I couldnt. I ran as fast as I could and jumped. I closed my eyes and thought of the moon, raven and nomad in hopes I would end up there or with one of them but I woke up

July ??, 2010

Meant to type this out sooner

Synopsis: A party gets rowdy, my dad is drunk and kind of scary. Afterward I become lucid and a voice tells me to find the Goddess of the Dried Lake. I fly and fly and even fly right through my Inner Sanctuary

Night Time Note: I slept with a stone underneath my bed, chrysocolla. But this was the only night I had any weird dreams.



Drunks in my Room!
The family is throwing some sort of party. At the same time I'm letting guests in my bedroom to see my awesome paintings, so it's like a party and an art opening all at once. It was a nice big house too, not our little apartment.

It's getting late, and I want these party people to leave my bedroom. But then here comes dad standing by the door way, drunk. He's swaying back and forth, and it's making me real uneasy. He comes stumbling towards me, and I don't like it. So I fly out my window.

I'm standing on the curbside with my sister and others. We all want to leave this crazy party. But then I get worried about my precious paintings. Damn, those drunks are going to ruin my paintings! I fly back into my bedroom but it's completely empty.

My dream fades into a new one

Goddess of the Dried Lake
I fly out the back window into a surreal landscape. It's a garden right outside my bedroom window. But the garden is fake, like in the Truman show, the sky is really a painted wall.

A voice speaks to me and makes me lucid "Find the Goddess of the Dried Lake"

I see an image of the dried lake beneath me. There are round ripples in the dried mud. The mud itself glistened with a rainbow of colors. Kind of like when you can see a rainbow in grease spills, except this was dried mud. It was beautiful actually.

The voice then tells me that a man will help me find the Goddess of the Dried Lake. She gives me a name, but I don't remember the name . Even during the dream I kept having to repeat the name because I kept remembering it wrong. All I know is when I woke up, I realized the name was the name of a mineral.

So I've got my dream goal! Find the Goddess of the Dried Lake! I flew and flew and flew and flew and flew! Through houses and hallways, hotels, malls, cities, and towns. I had no real plan

I fly through a valley hoping I'd see signs of a dried lake. Instead I found this weird man-made construction with giant rubbery-plastic pipes. They were minty-green in color. It sort of looked like a giant freakish car engine. Except it's the size of a house. I didn't like it! I try to transform into a gargoyle but the most I get are claws. I rip apart the plastic pipes while growling! Some random DCs see me and are shocked that I destroy this.....thing. What ever it was.

I fly away satisfied I destroyed the freakish engine.

I'm over another town. I'll never find the dried lake at this rate! I need to go up. Just as I think that I start to float higher and higher and higher, as if I'm on an invisible elevator. Soon I can see the whole city below me for miles and miles, and it's surrounding country side. That must be where the dried lake is!

I fly into a forest.

It's magically enchanting! The trees were so tall and lush I couldn't see the sky, only a few streaks of blue and white. I fly deeper into the beautiful forest and I'm greeted by a group of stags. They had gentle kind faces and seemed to like me. Their antlers were so long and intricate! I admire their antlers by stroking them.



It goes completely over my head that I've entered my Inner Sanctuary, a dream goal I've set up for myself. The first time I entered my Inner Sanctuary, a friendly stag greeted me and introduced me to the forest.

Instead I think "No! Don't get distracted! You have to find the dried lake!" Me idiot!

I fly out of the beautiful forest. My dream search gets more desperate and desperate. I'm flying through bedrooms into bedrooms, into closets into closets. And now I feel like time is running out, and DCs are after me. I lose control, I forget why I was flying or what I'm looking for. And then I wake up.

Who is the Goddess of the Dried Lake and who is the man who is supposed to help me find her?

July 19, 2010

Time Dialation (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

It took me four hours to get to sleep. 0_0 I went to bed at 9:00 pm because I had to get up at 7:20am for drivers ed. Despite that I woke up at 3:30am remembering a dream but not one that was lucid or important or even long. I decided since I was so tired I would be more likely to become lucid if I didn't write that one down at the time. I forgot it by the morning but remembered it while at drivers ed. It was about me being in an abyss filled with floating platforms were there were demons and angels but the angels were actually disgusting and menacing looking creatures. I jumped of a platform to get away from the devil himself and woke up. It didn't take long to fall back to sleep after that.

I was writing something down on a piece of paper when I started thing about how in the movies ghosts don't realize they are dead and that I could be one and not even realize it. Then I was a ghost and went and asked ghost experts stuff at a library. They showed me a book about the supernatural. One page was about people being hanged and becoming ghosts and suddenly I was at home and the man that was on trial in "To Kill A Mocking Bird" was going to be hung in my family room of all places. I had to take his son into my room and cheer him up and it was horrible. It was really cold in my room so I got under the covers in my bed and probably closed my eyes when I realized it was a dream. I got up and the dream had changed basically into a false awakening. I walked into the hallway, dropped to one knee and felt my left knee and stabilized perfectly and watched everything become completely vivid. My parent's room was right there and I hadn't been in there yet and was curious if anything would be out of place. I went in and everything was normal except that my parents were awake, staring right at me in the dark. The dumb DCs followed me into the family room where I stoped, closed my eyes to concentrate, placed my hands fingers in a T and yelled "SHADOW CLONE JUTSU" in an attempt to clone myself like in Naruto and do the advanced ToTM. Nothing, not even the pull of energy that I felt last time. I guess I just didn't believe enough. I remembered that I should probably attempt time dialation before trying to clone myself or practice dream control for the maximum amount of dream time so I tried Raven Knights method. I tried to visualize an analog clock but it made me lose vividness so I looked at a clock that was on the TV. I imagined adding numbers to it so instead of going to 12 it went to 13. I did this to about 20 before the TV changed. What was I thinking I should have used a real clock so I used the on in my kitchen. My mom got in the way however while she was taking things out of the cabinet. When I got back into view of the face of the clock I was suddenly sucked out of the dream. It didn't slowly fade out or destabilize it was just over. I think because I had been in the non lucid part of the dream for so long and the REM period was over. The length of the lucid only seemed to last at most 4 minutes so I don't know if the attempted time dialation had any effect or not.

Last night Andrea and I watched The Cell.

We went to bed around eleven I think and I remember telling myself that I was going to remember my dreams when I woke up and that "I can control my dreams." I slept badly the first half of the night, then Andrea got up to go to the bathroom, then I did the same. I fell back asleep after she turned down the heat.

I dreamed that I was at my elementary school that I went to in Illinois. It was snowing and there was snow al over the ground. I was at the corner of the lot that was closest to my house where I lived right across the street. I remember that I was about to walk off in one direction when it hit me... I live in Virginia, Illinois is a few states away, I must be dreaming. I was elated and the biggest smile came across my face. I looked across the field to where the playground should be and I decided that it would be a great idea to run up this hill of snow and slide on my stomach across the field to the other side. So I did and when I got there it turned into a farmer's market and my parents were there. It was then that I lost control and lost the dream completely.

Later in the night I dreamed that I was at a bar or a restaurant. Andrea ordered some food and the waitress brought her three plates of french fries that were all half full. She told me she had something special for me and she brought me one french fry. I held it up to the light and there was something inside of it. Whatever it was was moving like it was alive. Then I squished the french fry between my fingers and the thing came out of the french fry and scurried away under the table. The waitress came back and said it was a Mexican cockroach french fry. I woke up and just thought how could someone get a live cockroach into a french fry??

July 19, 2010
Slept between 12am-10am (Allll right!)

12am-4-something am
FOOD!
I was in a food market, literally surrounded by food.

Inner world!
I don't remember anything before this scene, but I remember standing inside his gorgeous beach house. I could see a white, sandy beach and blue ocean out my living room windows. The walls were a an interesting shade of blue. Like, almost turquoise, but not quite (I'll have to see if I can build this room in sims 3 later). The floors were wood and my furniture was white. The windows were edged in white trimming. It was warm and relaxing. I recall something being said about this being my inner world house, but I can't remember if it was told to me by Danny, or whether I declared it myself.


Here's the Sims 3 rendition...

4am-6am
WBTB. I sat on the couch for a few minutes reflecting on my beach house and thinking about asking Danny to come into more regular dreams to tell me I'm dreaming. Went back to sleep.

Naughty dream
I had a naughty dream involving Jack. 'Nough said!

False awakening
My alarm beeped for my WILD. I saw that Jack was awake and told him about the dream I had. He thought that middle of the night sex would be an appropriate response. I kept thinking, "But what about my WILD, I'll be too awake!" (Priorities?) My alarm beeped again and I realized it was a false awakening with a "Oh, thank god! I didn't miss the WILD!" (Definitely insane)

6am-7am-ish
WILD fail. Got into SP, used music as an anchor. This part went just fine. Transition fail again. I was getting some HI, and decided to try to use it, but it wasn't really happening. I remember thinking to myself, "Give me a scene so I can walk in it!" my brain responds, "Here's a forest path!" Nothing would solidify and I was having troubles visualizing it and keeping it stable. I also tried the roll out technique, but no luck. I tried floating out too, which actually almost worked, but no sight. Just before an hour was up, I went back to bed.

7am-10am
Once again, I don't remember anything before this, other than becoming lucid. I looked up at the sky and thought, "Let's not fly, it tends to destabilize my dream if I do it straight away."

I suddenly remembered MM chat from last night and saying that the intermediate task would be a cinch because I transform into Sailor Moon all the time, so I did! I held my hands up to my chest where my brooch would be, and my clothes glowed and flashed into the sailor fuku

I found myself on an office floor. full of people. Grey floors and an escalator nearby. (Lost lucidity a bit, here) Amongst the DC's were the other senshi. I stood with them for a bit. Something specifically involving Haruka and Michiru here, but I can't recall it. We moved with the group to a lower plaza where there was shopping to be done. Also can't recall much, here. But it seemed like we were there to party.

Then, we're on a beach. I'm beckoned to by Ryan, a character in a soap opera I watch. He and Greenlee are uncovering a nefarious plot being concocted by David. I get a flash that there is a hidden relationship going on between Ryan and Greenlee (fits with the show). We're hunched behind a car. David has this other woman with him around this camp fire. I vaguely recall that he hit her. Something happens and he discovers us. I closed my eyes and snapped my fingers to teleport away!

When I opened my eyes, I was standing back on the floor we had started on, with the grey tiles and the escalator. "Oops! I didn't mean to go back this far!" I thought to myself. There were some administrative ladies behind a desk, looking at me funny. I remember saying something to them about forgetting something and laughing; all embarrassed.

This is from a two nights ago. I didn't have access to a computer so I am just now recording it (took place on 7.18.10)

I remember starting non-lucid but somehow knowing that I was dreaming (first time i've done this!), I was in a kitchen and there was some suspicious looking chef. Anyhow, I knew that I had to do a reality check. I looked at the time on my watch, and then looked away, before looking back (as advised on DV). The time had changed! So It was at that point that I knew for sure I was dreaming. I was lucid! For two whole seconds And then I got so excited that I woke up. It's a start though. Definitely progress.

In most of my dreams I normally start in my room or on the hill near my house. However, there are sometimes small differences like a once there were support beams on the hill.

Anyway, one dream I started in my room and walked down the stairs I was more aware of surroundings as I went. I met a girl with dark brown hair I knew somehow she was different, she was not a dream person nor was she another dreamer; she was a spirit. I took her to the kitchen and told her that I was not in spirit form but in dream form and asked her what would happen if anyone found out. She said "they will try to make your life end sooner than it should" and I said " oh, I see" meanwhile thinking that she just confirmed my worst fears. Also when the girl told me the statement she seemed to leave out details as if trying to protect me.

I fell asleep for 11 hours last night and had about three to five dreams. The night before I watched the movie Inception. I dream almost every night but last night I asked myself, am I dreaming and I knew I was because I could fly away from my own body and saw myself standing in my own dream. I even felt like I was dreaming in my own dream because there were so much complications, places and people. I hardly remember the specifics.
That is the reason I'm starting this dream journal for the first time and researching into lucid dreams.

#950:
Date: July 17th, 2010
Length: 4 minutes

The world is coming to an end, apparently. I'm outside with a couple people (the precise location is actually on a highway I've been on IRL), one of which is my mom, and we're planning an escape to some safe place. It seems that most people haven't realized that a series of huge disasters is about to occur. I look up at the sky, and see a large storm brewing, which will apparently destroy everything (there might also have been an earthquake coming, too).

We've apparently secured a plane, and so we're gathering our stuff as quickly as we can so we can leave. At some point, my mom realizes she forgot something that I apparently wanted, and she seems very sad about it (I think she even cried). I feel really sorry for her, and tell her it's really not that important to me. Eventually, someone (the "leader" of our group of people) announces that we need to leave very soon, and so to finish what we're doing.

We end up on some airstrip, at night, in the pouring rain. The plane has already begun firing up its engines, and so we have to quickly get on. I think the plane was already moving or something, so it was hard to move around. I quickly got on and got strapped in, expecting a rough ride. After that, I don't recall much, except some instants of extreme turbulence, and thinking to myself that I should have just stayed on the ground and died there, instead of dying in a plane crash that was seeming more and more likely.



#951:
Date: July 17th, 2010
Length: 2 minutes

This was kind of a weird dream. I start out in some kind of underground place that looks like a mix of a small airport, a construction zone, and a sewer system. I'm there with Bruce Willis, and a girl who is supposed to be his daughter. We're apparently trying to escape this class and get back to the surface. We climb a bunch of ladders and walk across several metal walkways, and get to some place where we set down a few backpacks that I guess we were carrying this whole time.

We wait around for a bit, then start noticing something moving in one of the backpacks. We find that really strange, and I reach for the bag and try to feel what's inside. As I set my hand on the backpack, I feel a large, spherical creature, and it starts moving frantically. I recoil, and we carefully open the bag. The creature quickly jumps out -- it's a kind of giant, smooth hairball, and we're all freaked out by it. It's pretty aggressive, but we back off and it eventually goes away. Bruce Willis explains something weird about how it was created by hair that fell in the backpack and rotted.

Eventually, we manage to find our way back to the surface. I walk outside, alone now. There isn't much around, except a dirt road, which I follow. At this point, I somehow realize (I think by looking at an advertising panel?) that all this was actually a commercial for Toyota. I'm a bit angry about this, and just keep walking down the road.



The other day I also had a sort of semi-lucid dream. All I can really remember from it is some sex, and going up to a counter, and asking someone for "polymorph potions," which they gave to me. The liquid was a sort of silvery color.