lucid

Morning of March 5, 2007. Monday.



This entry has been painstakingly edited back to its original form, date, and full personal detail. The original title was “The Safe House (TV Show?)”.

The first part of my dream relates to some sort of fictional so-called reality show (apparently similar to “Big Brother” which I have never watched) called “The Safe House” - where random arguments are filmed on the streets. The concept involves giving people an opportunity to be “safe” by coming to the house to get away from any sort of trouble. There is one scene (on a television screen) where random things go flying across the camera’s view, including an empty baby stroller - and there is an extraordinarily loud level of screaming and pots and pans rattling and flying across the camera view along with other objects, almost like a cartoon-like cacophony. It is all the result of a young Jamaican woman (she has about three children) having a fight with her American husband near a busy street. Apparently, he keeps doing the opposite of what she wants (when she has to go shopping and such) going in a different direction and so on. I mostly only hear the fight and not actually see much, other than the objects being thrown into the street followed by lots of clattering noises. I keep thinking that one of them will probably come to the safe house (where I seem to be), but this does not occur.

There is a later point near dusk when an Archie Bunker lookalike yells out the window and someone yells back at him.

There is then a gangster looking for someone and he wants to check the safe house, seemingly with the likelihood that the other person or persons will be shot or captured. They do not find anyone, though. (Actually, it seems that they just walk around outside without coming in.)

Other events unfold; nothing significant. I decide to check up on the people who have come into my “safe house” and find no one (though I believe my family is home).

Later, it is nighttime and the “reality show” is seemingly over (or in a different “mode”). I go to my front porch and notice two males seemingly about to visit us. They are standing near the steps but had not yet come to the front door. They appear to be hesitant about the nature of our house as if it does not meet with their approval. I am semi-lucid but not sure how to react. I wait for something to happen for the most part. I notice a few shooting stars in the distance. I am aware that parts of the rain gutter are a bit rusty, with a couple pieces even flaking off. It mostly appears to be the house from Stadcor Street, though with features from more recent places we have lived.

A somewhat wealthy-looking effeminate male (about thirty) and another man (who is a bit taller and on his right) are standing outside near the front windows. The taller man seems hesitant to come in even though he seems to really want to get away from his partner. It seems that he cannot meet or openly talk to anyone else because of this man because of some “automatic criticism” he implements all the time. He wants to get rid of him so that he can go to some sort of party on his own.

I ask a few questions (cannot remember exactly what they were) and the shorter male seems to get more annoyed with each question, although I try rewording them. I do not like his snobby attitude, but I do not want to annoy him either (something to do with the ratings of the show). They remind me somewhat of the landlords we had in Brisbane who were in a relationship and were also counselors for male couples in the region but one signed away the house behind the other’s back. We were told we would have to move, so we packed up, then unpacked later when the other claimed the house had not been sold, but then had to pack up again when we found out it had been sold, so they were not honest with each other about the property.

He starts complaining about hurting his feet because the front stairs have some sort of hard metal supporting them below the bottom step. He looks at me as if he is very annoyed with my general appearance (especially my hair) as well as the house (yet also seems to be commenting on the state of the roof of our house) and in an insulting snobbish manner (yet with a dramatic pause), says “You have fondue rust." The other male says nothing. (For some reason, I have an in-dream faux memory of "fondue” being spelled as “fondage”.)

I can understand “rust” relating to the Echo and the Bunnymen song (which I listened to quite often during this time - it even has a line about the shooting stars), but the phrase itself seems enigmatic. Perhaps he is commenting also on the portable stove on the porch (which is also a bit old and rusty in my dream), which is unsuitable for a get-together or community party. However, it actually seems that this “fondue rust” is a bit of rust on the safe house (on the roof and outside walls) which sticks to people more than regular rust and is hard to get off. He says this to me with strong disbelief - that he cannot understand why anyone would be in a house that has this problem. It still also seems to mean dandruff at one level.

I start making a joke out of some other things he says with an “I cannot believe you are serious” attitude, saying that this is too ridiculous to be of much use to my life, and that it sounds like some sort of bad comedy script, and I start laughing, and at that moment, I hear the laughter of a large number of people who had apparently been standing around watching the “show” (who just seemed to appear out of nowhere when I made the statement). It seemed rather intense, eerie, and yet nice, to hear myself laugh, then all of a sudden, the laughter of many others immediately manifesting. I grow more and more lucid, but there is an unusual sense of time slowing down.

As I wake up, I hear part of the theme song of the show, which sounds like a sort of chorus-like yodel (with an almost dwarfish vocal sound), with the melody as follows (assuming C starts as 1 and continues on the white keys):

2, 2, 2, 7, 6…1, 1, 1, 6, 5

The 2nd note in each phrase is slightly faster, giving it a bouncy feel, and the last note in each phrase slightly longer. (I may update this with sheet music format later.)

Song link: http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/echot...ymen/rust.html

There was some sort of gathering at a local school, which sits half way up a steep hill. Thousands of students were packed into the school with sleeping bags and other camping supplies. Apparently we were going to be staying there for some time, though there were no actual classes being held. I was there with a boy and a girl that I do not recognize and we pick a spot to camp out that is in one corner of a large room. I am not sure if the room was the gymnasium.

At one point I was walking through the halls and I see some former friends of mine in the corner of my eye. Because we do not get alone anymore in waking life, I ignored them in the dream and kept walking. There is food venders down the hall, but the two people who run it cannot even bag a salad without arguing. I become upset because I am hungry and I want some food, but the arguing vendors will not even look at me.

A bit later in the dream there is something to do with some nuns appearing at the school. Apparently they are have to supervise someone, or something. I cannot remember much of this part of the dream because it is very fuzzy.

There is a sudden influx of people (both children and adults) from outside. The town at the bottom of the hill suddenly floods. There is water up the the roof tops the the houses and the water continues to rise. As more and more people try to get into the school, it becomes very cramped and chaotic. The little boy who I am with tries to climb a rope up to the balcony seats, to get away from the throng of people, but I unconsciously reach out my hand from across the room and the boy is pulled off the rope by an invisible force and is brought over to where I am sitting.

It only takes a few hours for the water to recede, but because people's homes are completely destroyed, most end up staying inside the cramped school. The next day everyone wakes up and finds that all of the doors that lead outside have been locked. Panic ensues, as everyone starts to believe that they are going to die. I feel something in my pocket, and when I pull it out, it turns out to be a large silver key. As I gaze upon it, the boy and girl I am with say goodbye and vanish into thin air.

I use the key to open the gymnasium door, but find that not only has the river flooded again, but the waters are much higher than before and has literally washed the town at the bottom of the hill completely away. I step out of the door and am up to my ankles in water. I have to dodge to the side to avoid being crushed by the hundreds of people rushing out of the school.

I follow the waters edge for a while and find a large stone golem saving people from being washed away, but only if money if thrown into his mouth. I toss a toonie, but miss. Since I am not drowning or in danger, the golem and I just shrug at each other. I can see some office building further up the hill and I start to walk towards them.

I walk through I parking lot and suddenly stop. Though everthing feels real, I sense something is amiss and try an RC. I plug my nose and cover my mouth and discover that I am still able to breathe. I attempt th same RC several times before I accept that, yes, I am dreaming.

Immediately upon attaining lucidity, I see my mom walking towards me. She does not appear as she looks now, rather as she appeared in her hippy 20s (which I have only seen in photographs). She is trying to show me an orange and white shirt she bought for me, but I ignore her and continue on up the hill. I look back and see that my mom's face is sad and I feel bad for hurting her feelings, even if it is only a dream.

I enter an office building and go up to the roof. From there I use telekinetic powers to lift the entire building off the ground and make it hover above the city, like a giant spacecraft. Some people come rushing to see the spectacle that I am creating and some of them claim that I am the alchemist they are looking for. I ask them what that means, but they will not answer and run away instead.

A bunch of "bad guys" appear. They want me to join them so they can use my powers, but I telekinetically kick their butts and bend them to to my will. They promise to be my loyal lackeys if I spare them from harm, but I am bored of them and kill them with my powers anyway. I fly my building/spacecraft over to the top of a neighbouring building, where I can see some sort of party going on. I invite anyone who is interested to join me on my flying building, but no one seems interested.

My third Lucid dream experience since joining Dreamviews.


The dream starts and I am in a stairwell with red walls, standing on a metal staircase, and there is water gushing in from somewhere below. I ascended the stairs until I came to a door. When I go through it I found myself on a fire escape about five or six storeys above the ground, which is covered in brown, rushing water. The town around me was flooded as far as the eye could see.

I jumped from the balconey to the roof of a builing about 30 feet away and it was at this point that I realized I was dreaming. The dream changed then and I found myself on a gravel road somewhere out in the country. I could see dark forest behind me and a single mid-sized mountain ahead of me. I started running towards the mountain but the sun began to set and it was getting dark. I knew I was in a dream so I attempted some dream control; I pointed at the sun and drew a line with my figure towards the center of the sky. The sun followed the path of my finger and it was noon again, as I seemed to have moved time backwards. This is only the second time I have ever been successful at trying to control something in my dreams, and like the first experience, it involved moving the flow of time backwards.

I contined towards the mountain and saw that there were several houses at the base and on the slope. Some of the houses looked abandoned while others looked brand new. The first house that I went up to was dilapatated and when I pushed open the door I could see huge cobwebs all throughout the inside. I went to the next house and there where lights on, but no one answered the door. I passed several other houses until I came to a little grey one where I could hear the voices of a man and a woman on the inside, yet they fell silent and did not answer the door when I knocked. I remember thinking that if anyone answered the door that I would try to use my dream control to kill them for fun, but just at this moment an alarm clock went off in real life and woke me up.


I find it funny that I could move the sun with my dream control, but did not think about forcing the door down at the little grey house.

I had my second lucid experience on this night! I only had very limited control, but I do believe that it is an improvement because in my first lucid experience I had no control what-so-ever.

The dream takes place about a block from where I live. There is a church with an expansive parking lot near the corner of the intersection and all of the outdoor scenes of the dream take place there. All of the inside scenes of the dream take place in what is very similar to the halls of the public school that I attended as a child. Even though, in reality, there are many apartment buildings, stores and a cemetery in the area surrounding the church and the road it is on, in the dream there was only thick, dark forest.


At the beginning of the dream I was inside wandering the halls of the school. It was night time and it should have been closed but I saw former classmates and teachers around as well. There were no classes going on and everything seemed very random or downright chaotic. The was some sort of parade thought the halls and people where dragging pieces of electronic equipment or walking with baby animals through the halls.

Someone walked by with six kittens on a leash and I could not see the person's face, but I remember thinking that the kittens were cute. I also saw someone trying to pull a baby elephant along but still did not realize that I was in a dream. I did not attempt any RCs because it just did not occur to me at the time. I saw an old schoolmate of mine named J.P and I decided to follow him.

We walked down a long hall and went outside. Rather than the school yard we walked out into the church parking lot. There were several parked vehicles as well as cars driving past on the road. J.P sat down on the front step of the church and looked at me and said something. Though I can remember the sound of his voice, I cannot remember what he said to me. I walked over to one of the parked cars (a light grey or white, two door hatchback) and thought that I would drive home in it. I started the car and pulled up the the street, but I swerved out onto the road without slowing down or stopping and I cut off at least two other road vehicles.

It was then that I realized I was in a dream, because I knew what I had just done was very illegal and not the proper way to drive. The first thing I did with my lucidity was put the dream in "reverse" and go back to the point of entering the vehicle so I could attempt an exit from the parking lot with the proper driving technique (what can I say? I am neurotic like that). The second attempt at driving was as well as could be but I turned around and returned to the church parking lot because I wanted to try and speak with J.P again. As I pulled in and parked I saw J.P going into the church. I ran to catch up with him and when I went through the church doors I found myself in the public school halls again.

This time however, the hall was very long and very wide and there where several former male classmates from my grade 7 and 8 years sitting all along the floor. The majority of them seemed to be working on bike or engine parts and their hands were all greasy. Some of them looked up at me and laughed (they used to pick on me and tease me relentlessly) but I ignored them and continued to follow J.P until he too sat down and started working on some greasy mechanical stuff.

I don't know exactly what happend but I lost my dream control, even though I was still aware that I was in a dream. I am guessing it is because I wasn't really doing anything special with my lucidity except follow people to see what they would do, rather than attempting things myself.

I turned around and saw some random former schoolmates exiting from a classroom door and going outside. I was pushed by an invisible force (I was fighting to regain my dream control at this point so the invisible force was probably my subconscious trying to move me along) to the door that the students were exiting. It turned out not to be a classroom but a small, single stall bathroom. It was dirty and empty and the fluorescent light was flickering ominously.

As the male classmates all stared at me, I went into the bathroom and attempted to do my business, but the door would not close properly (neither did the stall door now that I think of it) and I felt embarrased and "on display." I finished as quickly as I could and tried to wash my hands, but the taps spewed some disgusting brown liquid. I got out of there as quickly as I could and went back into the hall to find that all of the male schoolmates who were sitting on the floor laughing at me - except for J.P, who just looked at me with a sad expression on his face before returning to his greasy work.

I remember running for the exit doors because I was upset and embarassed but the the faster I ran towards the doors, the further away they seemed. I acknowledged that my dream was turning into one of those weird stretchy hall dreams, but I did not have the control over my body to stop myself from running. The only thing I could think of doing was saying to myself over and over again "This is cliche and boring. This is cliche and boring."


The dream ended there. Only after I woke up did I realize that I should have been said "more clarity" or "more lucidity" rather than "this is cliche and boring." Oh well, next time.

My first lucid experience!!! Well, it becomes lucid only near the end, anyway.


This dream starts off about a block from my house. All of the roads in the dream are deep waterways and traffic consist of a variety of boats and other watercraft; there are no ashphalt roadways or land faring automobiles. My parents and I were standing at a bus stop waiting for the "bus" boat to pick us up. There were other people waiting there as well but they did not have any significance as far as I can tell; just random people waiting for the "bus." Apparently we were going to take a boat tour for somewhere but at this point in the dream, I had no idea where.

When the boat tour arrived, it consisted of three small, old-looking, wooden boats rather one medium or large sized modern boat, which is what my parents and I had been expecting. The three craft were tired together with ropes and I could not see what drove the boats forward, as there were no sails on the masts or engines on the stern. The first of the three boats was full so my parents and the group of people got on the middle boat. Since the middle boat was filled to capacity I had to get on the last of the boats by myself. I was kind of resentful at first, because I felt insecure and I wanted to sit near my parents.

The boat tour/bus boat (whatever) started down the um, street... er, waterway... and at first the scenery around the boats looked like how the neighbourhood actually appears in waking life, but the farther we went the more the scenery changed from an urban landscape to a natural one. Soon there were no human-made buildings or other boats and it seemed that we were in some thick temperate forest. No one on the boats was upset because this all seemed to be a part of the tour.

Not long after the scenery changed into the forest there came a bend in the river. There was an old, dilapitated wooden mill at the bend and the three boats pulled up to a small dock and stopped. Most of the people disembarked and dissapeared into the forest. My parents stayed on the middle boat and I stayed on the last boat. I could have gone up and sat with my parents at this point and I do not know why I did not do so. As we waited for the boat tour to get moving again the water began rushing like rapids and tore the boats away from the dock. It was not scary at first, just unexpected, and no one panicked or anything.

The rushing water pulled the boat a long for a while and soon we came to a fork in the river. The left waterway was clamer and seemed to lead to an opening in the forest. The right waterway was very eeirie and seemed to lead deeper into the forest. There was also strange blue-grey mist above the water that lead down the river on the right side of the fork.

The boat tour turned towards the left river but just before it went past the actual fork, the rope holding the middle boat and last boat snapped. The first two boats drifted down the left waterway, but the last of the little wooden boats, the one that I was on by myself, got pulled down the river on the right side of the fork. I yelled to get my parents attention, but they did not seem to hear me. A few of the other passengers on the middle boat glanced at me, but then looked away and ignored me.

My little boat was pulled into the deep dark forest and I remember feeling really scared for a moment but the fear soon passed. I became more curious then anything because the forest seemed to thin out a little and it did not seem so threatening. I do not know how far I travelled but it seemed like I was on that little boat for a long time. Eventually it became standed on some rocks in shallow water and I was able to step out and walk to the shore. Right off the shore there was a path that led into the forest and to a small Oriental looking building.

It was as I was walking along the path that I began to question my reality (mostly because there was an Oriental style building deep in a northern Canadian-looking forest), so I did a RC by plugging up my nostrils and I could still breath! I realized that I was in a dream and became excited! I did not seem to have control over anything except move my own body so I ran into the building, which was very much like an ornate Zen garden on the inside. In the middle of the room there was some sort of small, stone statue that some Oriental looking men (I do not know if they were Chinese or Japanese) were sitting around smoking pipes. They all sort of looked at me and laughed and I tried to say something to them but the dream ended and I woke up.

I'm posting these as a block update. These are lucid dreams I had when I was a child. I'm trying to do that whole congruent dream journal thing.


I can remember being in this sort of mine or cave. There were lots of cells in the wall. Each one had an archway of a huge iron door. There was a group of people in each catacomb. All of the people were dressed in rags and looked hungry and weak.
Darth Vader was there (As hilarious as it sounds) and he was the main bad guy. I can remember him saying something about the people could either eat poisonous food or die of hunger. I knew that I could not overpower him, so I tried to hide behind some rocks.
I was worried that he would be able to sense me with the force, and sure enough at that moment, he turned around and cut my head off with his lightsaber.
My disembodied head rolled off an underground cliff and down a large circular shaft. I can remember it falling past a conveyor belt that was assembling people by attaching muscles, organs and bones. This type of thing was a common theme with nightmares when I was a kid.
When I got to the bottom, I fell into green liquid. I assumed it was acid, and it was dissolving my head that was still alive. At this point a I just thought for some reason.
"This has GOT to be a dream!"
I flew up out of the shaft, smashing the nightmare assembly line. I was in my full body again. Darth vader turned around, but before he could draw his lightsaber, I blasted him with a massively powerful white laser beam from my hand.
He flew out of the cave, and onto a platform surrounded by water. In fact, the cave existed only in a small mountain with ocean all around. He got up. I was flying above him, ready to strike again. But my vision was taken out of my body, and I watched myself blast him again and again.
Eventually the whole lucid dream sort of zoomed turned out to be a movie that was playing on the television in my basement. and I lost lucidity. I can remember my mom came downstairs.
"This movie is too scary for you! Why don't you watch something else?"
Then I woke up.

It just occurred to me. I talk alot about dream characters being hostile toward my lucidity. I wonder if my mom saying that the "movie" (being me lucid dreaming and battling my nightmare) is "scary" implies that dream characters opposed me being lucid even then.

This next lucid dream I had when I was a little older. Maybe fifth or sixth grade, judging by the context. It was interesting because I did so many things that normally only a trained lucid dream should know how to do.

I was having some dream about being late for school. (When in elementary school, you can't even really get in trouble for being late for school. Maybe this was sixth grade, when I started middle school.)
I ran out the door with my backpack. I couldn't help but notice that the outside was vivid, colorful. I got to the edge of the street, and I began to think... I'm never late for school in real life. But I am in dreams, all the time. (I figured out dream signs all by myself, a full 4-6 years before I began lucid dreaming.)
This has GOT to be a dream! (That used to be my go-to phrase as a kid, essentially how I became lucid.)
I tried to use my dream control powers to make quartz crystals spike up out of the ground. It didn't work, but instead caused the grass to grow. I began running around the front lawn of my house causing the grass everywhere to be as tall, if not taller than me.
I then decided I wanted to fly around in a CBM. (A CBM was something I made up as a kid. It was short for Cyborg Battle Mech, essentially it was Iron Man armor. As a kid, me and a bunch of my friends would draw our own CBMs and duel one another and the likes.)
My CBM was a very lightweight, sleek design with green silver paint. Not great for winning fights, but good for flying in a lucid dream. I began flying through the sky, and I took notice that there were floating islands of rock in the sky. I began weaving in and around them, and began to go into the third person mode of dreaming. As I did, I came to the largest floating island, that had a tube cut up through the middle.
I noticed something wrong with my CBM. The fires coming out of the rocket thrusters were orange and red, rather than blue. I flew in more closely and was able to start changing the color to blue. Just as I did, I woke up.

Final lucid. Not very interesting.

I was helping my mom in the garden. There were these two big mounds of what looked like wood chips. Somebody somewhere explained to me that they were in fact termite colonies of some sort. I hit one with a rake, and it broke open. The "termites" began swarming around me like killer bees and biting me.
Whup nope. This can't be right! I'm dreaming!
I decided I wanted to fly on a hover board. I conjured one and began to fly off but the area was so foggy that I only flew a few hundred feet before the dream destabilized.

So this sort of wraps it up. That's all I can remember about lucid dreaming from my childhood. Most of these came between 2003-2007-ish. Between 2007-2009 I didn't really dream at all. (Or at least recall any of my dreams, because middle school, horror-mones, worst time of my life. I became interested in lucid dreaming officially sometime in 2010. I think it was around April 4th 2010.

Morning of April 9, 2006. Sunday.



How wrong can a partly scripted and incubated lucid dream go of indulging in lovemaking while in a flying chariot (pulled by bronze winged horses) above an endlessly continuing large city? Well…guess. Try it, and you will probably see what I mean.

My wife Zsuzsanna as Vulnavia and I are in a partly undefined area. This area of course starts out as the bed in light sleep paralysis but has motion and movement over time into a cityscape. Regardless of the recent romance in reality (which automatically triggers this form of light sleep paralysis and blissful lucid dreaming in the first place), that only makes my dream’s essence more soothing and “realistic”. Well…make that in some ways.

I look ahead at the “realistic” rendering. At times, other than the regular team, I see a few stray horses at quite a distance ahead, yet somehow I know they are still pulling our chariot (which I seem to know has the Roman numeral for six on the side; VI). (For some reason, this scene of a horse being way ahead of our vehicle yet still guiding it somehow, has occurred a few times though in different context. Added August 11, 2015; for example “A stolen candy bar wrapper and a girl with golden skin” from May 15, 2014, which also ended with a play on “golden calves” and as with that later dream, I am concerned about “how we will make the corner properly” at one point, though relating to the tops of buildings in this case.)

There is a strange physical awareness that the chariot cannot maintain horizontal orientation, though that is more of a benefit in this scenario than a distraction. There are transitions in setting between bed and chariot, a bit like typical in-dream environmental bilocation. Mouths press together sensually and at times, there is a sense of slight vertigo at being so high in the sky. I have to check the horses now and then to make sure they know where they are going. A large flock of birds disrupts our otherwise smooth flight and wild lovemaking at one point. Well, I suppose that was almost a certainty.

After a time, in getting closer to clock towers and whatnot, I accidentally perceive the notion of supposedly linear time and how to “properly” perceive time. Of course, in dreams, that can be an attention-altering mistake.

We are still having fun. “Oh what fun it is to ride in a one-horse open sleigh.”

(Who said that?)

Of course, a chariot and a sleigh are two completely different things (try telling your dream-self that). Unfortunately, the power and speed of self-as-dream-maker thought simply does not care. Thought does not wait to check itself for logic or run self-diagnostics (other than in apex lucidity I suppose, but this is a level down from there).

Thus we are now making love in a bed on a raised platform under a candy cane canopy in a Christmas display (in April, yet) - Gimbels I think (though not extant in reality). I am concerned about visitors though there is only one male who vaguely reminds me of Phil Silvers, but I know many more people are going to be coming in soon. My wife is up and out and in Vulnavia’s white fur outfit.

“Have you seen Santa?” he asks. Oh, how stupid. I have to remain under the sheets, completely undressed, as I cover my head as much as possible. I feel him tugging on the sheet near my feet and lower legs. It is very clear. “Santa? Santa? Come out of there Santa.” I need to teleport back to our “real” bed and I do. (Apparently, Zsuzsanna had been lightly caressing my leg with her foot in reality in her half-sleep.)

Update August 11, 2015. I just realized that “Phil Silvers” is possibly a play on “Feel Shivers”.

12/28/04

Joy! Had another LD. Was another tornado dream (tornado=personal dream sign). So I was watching 3 tornados doing a square dance of sorts when I decided I better do a reality test which came out positive for lucidity. So I was like, "Woohoo, alright...been a while. Now what was it that I wanted to do next time I attain lucidity?!" So I thought and thought and thought....but I couldn't remember that I wanted to hook up with CT and *bleep*. Like *bleep* is such a hard *bleeping* thing to remember to want to do. This coming from a woman who hasn't *bleeped* in over a year.

Anyway, I lost lucidty after a few minutes of really uncomfortable concentrating (I don't like using my brain too much if it can be avoided). But yay I'm happy that i finally LDed after such a long time.

(testing the blog transfer function)

Joy! Had another LD. Was another tornado dream (tornado=personal dream sign). So I was watching 3 tornados doing a square dance of sorts when I decided I better do a reality test which came out positive for lucidity. So I was like, "Woohoo, alright...been a while. Now what was it that I wanted to do next time I attain lucidity?!" So I thought and thought and thought....but I couldn't remember that I wanted to hook up with CT and *bleep*. Like *bleep* is such a hard *bleeping* thing to remember to want to do. This coming from a woman who hasn't *bleeped* in over a year.

Anyway, I lost lucidty after a few minutes of really uncomfortable concentrating (I don't like using my brain too much if it can be avoided). But yay I'm happy that i finally LDed after such a long time.

Morning of March 1, 2002. Friday.

Dream #: 12,856-02. Reading time (optimized): 1 min.



The usual water induction is eventually stable as an irregular pool in an outdoor area near a forest. One side has a rickety wooden fence, the other a solid wall. A staircase goes up to the wall where there is no door. Naiads, modeled after Zsuzsanna, play in the water.

The scene changes into an automobile assembly line in an unknown factory. Over time, vestibular system correlation takes many unusual forms as different distortions involving cars, trucks, and vans. There is a truck with its left side ambiguously merged into a wall. Over vehicles are overgrown with vines. There is a futuristic car of an aerodynamic but unrealistic design. (The angles seem too extreme.) A firetruck is on what is similar to the base of a statue.

The scene changes into an automobile assembly line in an unknown factory. Over time, vestibular system correlation takes many unusual forms as different distortions involving cars, trucks, and vans. There is a truck with its left side ambiguously merged into a wall. Other vehicles are overgrown with vines. There is a futuristic car of an aerodynamic but unrealistic design. (The angles seem too extreme.) A firetruck is on what is similar to the base of a statue.

Eventually, the preconscious simulacrum shows up in dark glasses with a spy essence. There is a bell he may be ringing soon. I anticipate this but move into the waking transition on my own.

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Vehicles (other than literal tie-ins) often represent the imaginary physical body in dreaming but can correlate with the real body depending on the state. (For example, a broken car door may be prescient of a lame arm, or a melting tire relevant to a burnt or injured foot.)

The dark glasses are a supraliminal awareness of my closed eyes in sleep. The bell is the waking alert factor (potential cortical arousal). The firetruck also represents co-occurrence with cortical arousal, which is why it is on an elevated base in this case.

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Morning of December 25, 1999. Saturday.

Reading time: 1 min 9 sec. Readability score: 55.



In a semi-lucid state, I allow myself to move into a desert landscape, with a focus on Christmas. I allow myself to correlate with my dream self’s illusory physicality. Zsuzsanna walks ahead of me, to my left (our sleeping orientation). A star also shines in the evening sky, representing the essence of my conscious self identity that is still extant in sleep.

I contemplate the story of the three wise men. However, only a couple of camels appear later. The Christmas story is skewed, and we are trekking to the Roman Coliseum instead of the traditional Nativity scene. I do not attempt to fix the reactive representations of my vague thoughts.

Three tortoises are slowly crawling on their journey. I consider this is an interesting story but then decide it does not make much sense. I contemplate how the tortoises may have appeared to represent my slower biological processes as I sleep.

They reach the Roman Coliseum. One of the tortoises lifts their head to study the height of the Roman Coliseum, and a question mark appears above its head. (The curious impossibility of a question mark suddenly floating above a character’s head, as if in a comic strip, has occurred in previous dreams. I call this the contemplation of the liminal space enigma, which is autosymbolism for the dream self questioning its separation from the waking life identity. It occurs in many other forms, such as jigsaw puzzle pieces near a doorway or the presence of spies or detectives as preconscious or emerging consciousness avatars.)

I walk around a wall and vaguely discern the Nativity scene as I wake. (Walking around a wall was a more common factor in the waking process when I was very young.)

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Morning of June 2, 1998. Tuesday.

Reading time: 54 sec. Readability score: 57.



I deliberately step into an interesting street scene, but during a sequence of more quickly changing settings when the human forms have not stabilized. (Dream characters usually transform at the rate of about once per second in the first dreaming stage of the sleep cycle, until I allow them to stabilize, though they also sometimes melt into and out of each other during these stages.)

A group of East Indian men (most from about thirty to forty years of age) approaches, some in traditional clothes, some in suits. They are carrying what I think is a casket. Moving closer, hovering in an incorporeal form while maintaining vestibular system correlation, I see the lid is now off. The “casket” contains long yellow candles (emerging consciousness color) aligned in the box lengthwise end to end. One of them alights, and I hear a male ahead of the group say, “Oh, look at that,” more in wonder and respect than surprise or alarm, and I wake softly, feeling alert and well. There is an essence of magic, though not “real” magic, only the knowledge of the dream state and how to mediate and modulate it.

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The “lighting a candle” process is a thread (both in infra-awareness and lucidity as here) that I have used since early childhood to more clearly define my conscious self’s existence, especially with incidental sleep apnea, though which is quite rare and is not a factor in this case.

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Morning of March 24, 1998. Tuesday.

Dream #: 11,418-02. Reading time (optimized): 1 min.



I experienced a vivid semi-lucid dream. Carol (older half-sister on my mother’s side) was with me in an unknown mostly undefined location, though possibly an ambiguous composite of the Cubitis driveway (Florida, America) and a part of Clayfield (Queensland, Australia). I am flying a large kite in the morning, and there is a peaceful awareness. Eventually, I somehow bring down from the sky, a fancy and valuable bed frame, mostly shiny red parts of the headboard and frame at first. I later bring down two sections for the foot of the bed. As such, it seems there are more treasures in the sky which kites can be used to manually bring down somehow, sometimes in the (temporary) place of the kite that then likely needs to be replaced (though sometimes connected to the kite or within a box kite).

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This dream is humorous on one level as well as beautiful. My less-aware dream self is linking to the potential of active conscious intelligence, and so my waking mind subliminally sends down a bed to give reference to the fact that I am sleeping and dreaming at the time - like an act of playful sarcasm from the waking self to the dream self. At the same time, my dream self subliminally perceives waking life (and conscious intelligence) as a treasure.

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With two other dreams; one was about changing computer programs internally (relative to conditional jumps changed beneficially) and another about sorting out stamps in a collection (my attention to stamp collecting from 1970-1978).

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Morning of May 6, 1997. Tuesday.

I mostly see images of skeletal human figures that are made of ashes. They seem to be gripping white, smooth, flat, oval stones. There are images of angels that seem to be flying into me (which represents coalescence of different patterns and dynamics within the dream state). There are some images based on when Helene (my wife Zsuzsanna’s mother) was thrown off the bus yesterday in real life.

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Morning of March 8, 1997. Saturday.



I had a dream about Nichelle Nichols (Uhura of “Star Trek”). My dream was extraordinarily vivid.

She remains (as her Uhura character) in a small powerful rocket moving above Earth. It seems that Doctor McCoy is the one that put her in the rocket as an experiment, though for an unknown purpose. She bounces around in the interior of the rocket without getting injured. It seems as if I am present, though incorporeal. It does not seem to be part of a movie as in similar dreams, but is implied as a “real” event.

An association relates to her appearance in Star Trek V, which had a surreal moon induction scene and featured a “cat dancer” in another scene. Another connection relates to a vivid dream from 1966 which was influenced by the somewhat anthropomorphic cat dancing as in “Gay Purr-ee”. Additionally, a similar essence was in “Cold Hands, Warm Heart”, an “Outer Limits” episode which starred William Shatner (also of “Star Trek”). See the composite image for how similar the essence of these images are, which my nonconscious correlated over many years (or I would never have consciously made the personally eerie connections).

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In addition to the typical vestibular system correlation, there is also the factor of rolling around in sleep.

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I explain this dream type further in “Dreams of Type PRECONAV-VSCPCEL, 01-15”.

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