lucid

After some terrifying events and encounters with extra staircases, I felt safe enough to start a TOTM.
I settled on a green lawn surrounded by a few content and blissful children.
I had no cooking tools, but that wasn't a problem.
Instead, after summoning some milk, butter, flour and a couple of eggs, I was all set to go.

I made sure that the ingredients never touched the floor; I used telekinesis to mix them together. After having formed a mold I fed large concentration s of energy through my palms. The cake was complete, and I left the children to enjoy some more.

+ LD LUCIDD #239
I find myself sitting in the front passenger seat of a car looking out the left side windows. We're on a high road/bridge high above a large body of water to the left. I'm looking at it amazed at its beauty and clarity, the sun reflecting off the ripples in the water. I quickly conclude I'm dreaming because I do not recall continuity of location or how I got here. (I think I do a quick nose pinch to confirm but I'm already sure). I continue looking at the water, amazed at the detail, the vivid high definition of it all. There are some dark shapes in the water but I don't consider it further.
Looking ahead, I realize that son S1 is driving the car and son S2 is in the back seat. I ask them "so what do you want to do? Have a Star Wars adventure? Go after some girls?" I see girls around the car and decide not to get distracted by that. I tell son S2 "hand me a piece of pizza" and reach back my hand over my shoulder and expect to feel the piece, I feel it and bring it around and take a bite (not much recollection of taste). Then I say "hand me a beer" and I reach back and feel a cold can pressed into my hand. I bring it in front of my eyes and look, it is a tall can with dark brown-orange coloring and a few large words in black. I pop the top and take a drink. At this point I'm sitting in a room with son S1 across from me and son S2 in a room behind me to my left (position like he was in in the car). S2 says "S1 is jealous of the beer!" I want to hand S2 a beer too, so I reach down around my feet and expect to feel a cold can, and after a second I do, and bring it up and hand it to S2. I tell S1 that successfully summoning items is all about expectation. Suddenly, my wife comes home and I
lose lucidity. She immediately comments frustration on the mess all around the place after having left us alone for so long and I and the boys spring into action to tidy up. I see she is in the kitchen [unknown location/house] and has bought a bunch of food and fancy cakes which are sitting in cardboard containers on the counter.

+ I'm walking down a hallway and up ahead through some glass doors [DREAMSIGN] I see EB. We are meeting at a big concert, and I realize she got here quite early. She is nearly at the very front of a very very long line, I'm impressed she managed such a good spot. I see her car parked in the lot right behind her, I'm also amazed she managed such a good spot. I move to join her in the line and people start crowding around us taking our spots and pushing us back farther in the line.

INT. CHILDHOOD HOUSE - DAY

Orcs are coming. [Day residue from watching LOTR.] I pretend to fire a German WWII machine gun out the window to drill for the orc invasion. My sister and brother and I hide in the hallway [where we used to duck and cover during tornados in reality]. Suddenly I feel the house shifting underneath us. I look out the window: the house is moving south. Lucidity. I attempt stabilization but fail and wake immediately.

I am traveling in a foreign country, driving a car down a dirt road—although there’s a bit of a traffic jam at the moment, and nobody is actually moving except the pedestrians, who walk between the cars and on the side of the road. Two women wearing some kind of sari-like traditional dress walk past. I think about giving them a lift—something I wouldn’t ordinarily consider doing, but they seem particularly trustworthy somehow.

At some point, I suddenly find that the car is full of people, and I’m in the backseat. The two people in the front seats are wearing police uniforms, and two or three other people are standing between the rows of seats. I ask a man in a white business-type shirt standing to my left if this is a police chase, and he confirms that it is. I have heard about this—of officers requisitioning vehicles so they can go after somebody who would otherwise escape them. I suppose that’s OK—not that I get any choice in the matter.

The next thing I remember is walking through a public building, talking with the same man. He’s asking me questions. One is, essentially, whether I can take any time off work. I reply that I can’t. I’m working remotely even now, on this trip. He is concerned that I’m not recovering from something, which he seems to feel is my fault, and wants me to undergo a scan of some kind—he’s holding the equipment now, beside a machine there. This is a little exasperating, as I’m already pretty sure this has to do with some kind of control issue, which isn't exactly news. But what’s more troubling is the fact that he’s mentioning things that happened since the car chase, and I don’t remember anything between now and then. I try to determine how big of a memory gap I’m dealing with. Very shortly afterwards, I conclude that this is not something it’s possible to do without knowing what happened during that time. And at that point, I wake up.

It’s an hour or so after that—after recording the dream and after listening to people being typically noisy atypically early downstairs—that my cell phone rings. Or vibrates, rather, since that’s the setting I keep it on. I’m annoyed since I was almost asleep, and this is such a good opportunity for having a lucid dream. If I ignore it and don’t move, it’ll stop soon enough. But it doesn’t stop after the normal number of rings, and so I finally give up on the dream and get up to shut it off. And that’s when I realize—this is a dream.

This is the part where I figure out what to do, now that I have this opportunity. And right now, what I want to do is go back to the setting of the last dream and figure out what was going on there. I head over to the window and step onto the windowsill, disregarding the glass pane, which obligingly acts as though it didn’t exist.

It is dark out, but the setting I see before me has nothing else in common with what I’d ordinarily see out my window. For one thing, it’s a long way down—the ledge where I’m perched isn’t as high as an airplane would fly, perhaps, but it can’t be that much closer to the earth. The landscape spread out before me is also unfamiliar, and remarkably strange. The ground is uniformly flat, with nothing but houses and trees as far as the eye can see. But every so often, there are tall, thin spires, each set of them closely grouped, apparently made of rock— like giant needles stuck into the earth. Their tips are about level with where I am—in other words, incredibly high—and they’re so disproportionate to the rest of the landscape that they look unnatural.

Looks like I’ll be flying, then. But first—I will it to become daytime and wait for a little while. Nothing happens. Well, that was probably a little unrealistic, but it was worth a try. Anyway, I can see just fine, even with no discernible source of light: everything below me and in the distance is clear and crisply outlined. But seen with night-vision, it’s all dark blue, which will make it less interesting to fly over. (Later on, after waking up, I’ll recall that I intentionally enabled myself to see in the dark in a lucid dream a couple months ago—could it be that it was a lasting modification? That would be interesting.)

I ready myself and launch outwards, extending a set of muscles I only have in dreams, when I choose to: wings. It’s a smooth glide for the most part. There isn’t much in the way of wind up here—as empty and still and silent as it is on the ground far below. Trees, houses, more trees, more houses, and the nearest set of spires, coming ever closer. It’s an odd feeling, being up here in this lonely place, poised and sharply aware and secure somehow.

The next part is difficult to remember—I’m not exactly sure how I managed to find my way back to the building from the first dream, but it seemed to involve flying in a pattern around the spires—a little like dialing the combination of a lock, a little like grabbing the fabric of dream-space and twisting it in exactly the right way. But one way or another, I'm there. The building was full of people before, but now it is dark and empty. And a woman with brown skin and dark hair is standing beside me there—she will take me to the man I want to speak to.

And that’s the point where it would be best to end this account, I think….

(29.1.18)

-1-Earth had to evacuate and find a new planet. Whatever the first found was, we got it. This was symbolized: My family and I were walking in a covered parking lot at night. My family represented the ship with a bunch of people on it, and a car represented a toxic, class-18 world. I was talking with my younger sister about how certain extreme planets would send us back to the stone age.
[New Scene]
I was playing Mario Kart online with PKSparkxx. I acknowledged this and opted to remain in the lobby. Next, I was in the same house as him, and apparently was my older sister's house. After streaming was done, I went to find our cats sleeping on a bunk bed: Snickers on the top, Blizzard on the bottom.
-2(L)-I was in a merge between my old house and my grandparents' house. For example, there was no wall between the main kitchen and the computer room. There was also a chimney in the computer room. There was also a bed that I slept in. I decided to go back to “bed” to get an LD. I performed an I-WILD(WILD in a dream)—I materialized my phone non-lucid it was so easy. Suddenly, after I tried a few times to open them with my hands, but I could only see blurry things. Eventually, it stopped, and I could see again. No DCs were around this time. When I got out of bed and looked at my phone, it was already on a page containing a list of LD topics that it could provide help on. I saw shapeshifting on the list. Then, I put the phone away and looked outside to the W. The clouds over the hill looked pretty dark, and shortly after I noticed that, a funnel cloud appeared. [Skip] The non-rotating funnel-shape was over a neighbor's house. I didn’t hear much, so I broke the window. Nothing changed much. Next, I decided to roll along with the story to just enjoy being lucid after so long. A red supercar materialized around me. For some reason, I was driving on the right side of that uncomfortable thing. Anyway, I flew into the sky past some tall trees and forgot what happened right after that. [Skip] The car told me that I could drop and explode, causing me damage. I first said “Never mind.” But then I said, “You know what, do it. I’m invincible anyway.” I was thinking that it wouldn’t hurt one bit, and it didn’t. The car just exploded, throwing me onto the carpet. There was also a scene where I was writing in my dream journal.
Lucid Time: 2-4 minutes

Jan 23

I find myself in my childhood school yard with high awareness. The scene is quite dark, but I nevertheless take the time to inspect in detail all of the dream characters that surround me. While some of them look quite ugly or even menacing, I live out the realization that all these people are just a reflection of my mind, they are all me. I spend some time happily shouting this and engaging the DCs.

A bit later, I recall I was planning to do the task of the month (basic ii). A wave of urgency hits me as I remember the month is drawing to end, and also the dream may be over quite soon too. As I walk down the street, I follow the plan in case I found myself outdoors, to look for a mirror on a nearby car.

The dream scene is quite dark, but I am still able to locate a car and move closer to examine my reflection. The image looks a bit smaller than it would in real life, so I lean even closer. I don't look quite like myself initially. The effect seems more like a dream quality issue - the image is quite distorted, although, as the mirror is slightly curved, one would actually expect it to be.

After gazing into the reflection for a while, it starts to resemble me more. My hair is a bit wavy though. Overall, the dream reflection is quite happy. I finally get to the task of making my hair longer, although this proves more challenging than expected. I try to will my hair to become longer, but dream control's not quite working. I then decide to take things into my own hands, literally, and gently pull my hair down to stretch it. This seems to do the trick and it increases in length. I enjoy the completion of the task for a brief moment, waking up shortly afterwards.

Week days ago. I'm drifting in and out of sleep, as cats are jumping up and down from my bed. It's around 5am or later, my normal waking time.

I'm starting to feel dreamy, s I push my head into the pillow (just by thinking it) and immediately I get a major head rush. Swushing in my head, as if water was running near by. At that moment, my cat decides to throw up and that gets me out of it. : (

Random DILD next day or day after.
I'm sitting in a fast city train. Like an above ground metro. On the left side, by the window. There is a large body of water on the left, when I notice some passengers standing up, looking outside on the left side, raising their hands with their phones. I stand up and crane my neck to see.

A large, rectangular shaped space craft is crashing down. It's brownish, color of rusted metal. It's made out of all kinds of twisted metal. Almost like a Borg ship from the outside. I can't believe what I'm seeing. It's so real and I sense some danger coming on. We can't stop the crash. I'm looking for my phone to take pictures, but I don't have it on me. Craft hits the water with a huge splash.

Now we go by a huge crane that's topped over in the water. It's like a super tall dockyard crane. It's starting to lift itself up. When it does, the cabin starts to resemble metallic mouth and it starts to open and roar. Almost slow motion, looks like those three-legged walking Martian machines from the modern War of the Worlds.

At this moment I think wait a minute, this can't be real. I look at my hands and count my fingers. I realize I'm dreaming. Get out of the window on the right side of the train and start flying. It's not easy but I'm getting higher and higher with help of some buildings which I semi-climb, fly up to.

The train and the crash was so incredibly realistic. Thank you, subC!!!

Morning of December 20, 2010. Monday.



This is a short summary of one segment only.

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On a clear mid-afternoon, I am at the top of a high hill upon which there are no manmade buildings or vehicles. I am in a peaceful field with green knee-high grass. There is a verdant forest on two sides, the one to my left being denser. A young girl (who is likely a young version of Zsuzsanna) of about ten, dressed in informal clothes including blue jeans, approaches from the sparser forest and cheerfully starts talking to me. She has binoculars and wants me to look through them. Looking through the binoculars after she passes them to me from my right, I see a large American eagle. It flies in various directions at about three different distances. After time passes, the eagle lands on a branch and looks in my direction, but not continuously. The binoculars seem to dissolve in my hands after it has landed on the branch. Eventually, time seems to pass, though only about fifteen minutes, and yet the girl seems a few years older when I see her again. She stands, holding a tall narrow wooden staff, in the middle of a white sandy pathway with trees on each side.

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This is RAS mediation via the personified preconscious as remaining passive (due to my willingness to watch the eagle through the girl’s prompting) for the rectification of vestibular system ambiguity (preparatorily symbolized by the eagle) in semi-lucidity. The field is autosymbolism for liminal space and the pathway is the emergent consciousness conduit. Being on the hill is autosymbolism for being closer to full consciousness. Zsuzsanna typically appears in my dreams more to my left if she is still asleep and to my right when she is awake, especially if up and walking around. This may be due to sleeping on my left side with my right side openly exposed to my real environment, where RAS mediation is dominantly directed. This is virtually the same waking symbolism, though with different details, as early childhood dreams, including the “Patches” series. It is in direct contrast to “Two Intruders Give Me a Talon” from 2015, where the dominant preconscious comes into liminal space, autosymbolized as the porch of our current home, to force me to grow a condor-like talon on my right hand for the non-lucid metaphorical rectification of vestibular system ambiguity, which is the biological factor of falling and flying dreams. Resupplemented Saturday, 27 January 2018.

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2010DEC20(L3.1) Foundational affirmation: “I am the continuity of my greatest strength and most beneficial viewpoint.”

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INT. SEASIDE VILLA - NIGHT

Rescue helicopters head out to sea on a mission during a storm. I know that their rotors have more than four blades a piece--even though they are in flight. (Perhaps my consciousness has a high frame rate or a high-speed shutter?) The waves encroach upon the house as the tide comes in. Peering out the open French windows, I worry about tsunamis, as in past dreams.

Dreams? You mean, like this one? Why, yes, this is a dream, isn't it?

Lucidity.

A wave washes toward the house, almost touching the wall. I ignore my surroundings and try to achieve stability by rubbing my hands together. This is the first time I actually remember to try the technique. I can feel my astral hands rubbing together, but I don't know if it helped me stay asleep. Next I try to spin around, but I can't. Then I awake.

As I lie awake, the purple afterglow remains a while: This time, instead of origami, it is an image of what looks like a hurricane seen from space, or a spiral galaxy, rotating counter-clockwise. I see individual flakes of purple or fat violet stars swirling lazily around at a period of perhaps ten seconds per rotation—although only about six seconds elapse. I close my eyes tightly and the image persists. The plane of the galaxy is tilted down about thirty degrees from edge-on. It finally fades. I note that the content of the purple window relates generally to the storm in the dream.

That thumping sound you hear is my patting myself on the back in congratulation for having averaged one LD per week in the past month!

All of the Lucid dreams started off in the same manor, I was laying in bed and got my usual vibration feelings after I was woke up from my phone or some noise. Once I realized this I was able to keep still like usual and then used the roll over method to enter the dream world. Each time I would randomly wake up my Lucid dream for whatever reason I would continue to lay still and do the same thing and guess on the timing of when my body thought I was asleep and would do the same thing ending up in the dream world. Occasionally I would be lucky enough to start to see imagery which made it much easier to realize I was ready to move into the dream world and start controlling things.

Each instance I ended up in my bedroom for some reason and it was slightly different each time.

Sometimes the lights were on and others they were off, a few times I was able to use TK "telekinesis" to turn them on to brighten things but other times it wouldn't work for some reason.

One of the Lucid Dreams I decided to fly this was probably the 4th or 5th LD that night because I recall wanting to try different things other then my favorite thing of flying around. I flew up and around and felt the usual rush that I love of flying and was able to do the one arm out to go much faster and felt the speed increase with better control than before. At one point while flying up I saw what seemed to be another level of a city or existence like something was up there and I was barely able to get up to it when it almost seemed like it vanished and like it was a large astroturf area that was empty and I sorta floated back down to the ground as I was sort of confused. I don't recall anything after that.

Another LD I recall doing a full body RC I saw my arms, legs, hands and everything, as usual I had 6 fingers or odly shaped hands on the different RC hand checks I did. I tried to drink some liquid to taste things and I recall drinking what looked like sprite essentially from a salt shaker looking object and remember it actually tasting like sprite or 7-up, sweet but tasty.

In another instance I looked up into the sky and it was very cloudy with a small opening of blue bright sky, I again used my TK to try and open the sky up and was able to part the clouds and open the hole much bigger to make things look brighter and more beautiful looking which was really fun and amazing.

One of the LD's I remember it looked very cartoonish like bright and fun but I don't recall much more from those as my memory is fuzzy from the different LD's I kept having. None of them seemed to last very long, no more than a few minutes I would guess, maybe 5 minutes at most, I would keep waking up randomly for no particular reason other than sometimes I kept thinking too much about not waking myself up. I do also remember it sometimes not being very clear and seemed a big hazy so I would say something like increase clarity or lucidity and it did seem to help.

In one of the times that went into the Dream world I remember not being sure I was in a dream world and was about to bust through the doors or walls and I recall going for it and feeling the pressure of things, no pain but almost as if I could feel it like it would be in the waking world just without the obvious pain I would feel if I tried running through walls and doors.

Did some random clap on to make lights turn on, worked sometimes other times it didn't, saw some girls at one point and was thinking about sex and was walking to go ask them if the were interested but before I got to them I woke up for some reason.

Much more happened that I just cannot recall. I need to stop thinking so much about worrying about waking up and I need to do more focusing on my surroundings to get more into the state of mind of being controlled and focused in the dream world. Get stability, get things perfectly clear and then come up with some goals / ideas of what i'd like to do in the dream world. I need to start thinking about some more new things to try before the usual things I do in the dream world.

Rather late but...

Relevant Part:

I gazed out the window aimlessly in an endeavour to ignore the massive crowd enveloping me...
Suddenly it clicked. I became lucid. I attempted to fly through the window, but failed, instead bumping my head.
I strived once more after reaffirming my lucid state. I had 10 fingers on one hand!
This time I succeeded and after a brief float through the air, I landed myself on a vibrant green lawn.
After an unsuccessful attempt at remembering TOTY, an elderly man suddenly appeared beside me.
I remember the TOTM and ask "Whose dream is this?"
He thought for a while, and then responded "Yours, mine and his in truth"

See personal DJ.

I'm on a train with my family. We approach a city with massive buildings that pierce through the clouds. We are above the clouds and see the tops of some buildings. The train is on rails that go through these buildings like some sick rollercoaster. I feel the G-forces as the train makes hard turns inside the dark tunnels going through the buildings. I tell my dad "Can't help but think how many little parts of the system could fail and kill us all. This is why I hate cities." He doesn't answer. The hard turns and tunnels continue. I fear death, but another voice in the back of my mind whispers "Thousands of engineers spent countless hours to make everything safe. Trust them." This logical side can't silence my fears.

We arrive at the station, which is on top of a building. We are amazingly high up. The place looks like an airport. My dad has too much to carry, while I have nothing. I take some of his burden to help; I carry his laptop briefcase. We don't follow the path we are supposed to take and the asian staff panics a bit about it.

Out of nowhere, my dad pulls out a silenced pistol, grins and shoots a man. My dad would not do that, is my first thought. My second thought is "Take cover!" since he aims at me next, still grinning. I run behind some metal pillars, like something you would use on a bridge. My dad stands still and shoots at the pillars. I'm confused and afraid.

"No." I tell myself. "This is enough." Lucidity brings some confidence, and I decide to face my father. I come out from my cover and meet my father, who has transformed into a monster like the ones in Gears of War games. He's about twice as big as before. One of his arms is a rocket launcher. He takes aim. I keep walking towards him and hold my hand out block the rocket. "I'm indestructible." I tell the dream, and it is so. The rocket hits me and explodes, but I am truly immortal in my current form. I touch the monster that was my dad and force him to transform back. The being fights my will for a while, but eventually turns back into my dad. He doesn't say anything and looks confused. I hold him and help him off the airport.

Morning of January 25, 2018. Thursday.



I am sitting up in a bed in an open field of waist-high grass. In the distance, the field seems to have a cliff that probably overlooks a ravine. There are beautiful mountains beyond. Two white storks walk by, about ten feet away, to my right.

I am thinking of happily running through the field and flying over the ravine (as I have done in dreams since childhood), but my combination of lucidity and dream state indicator (the bed), slowly pulls me back into consciousness. RAS mediation is passive, as I have known and mostly grown used to vestibular system symbolism since early childhood - other than my walking in the city and tripping on something dreams that have occurred every sleep since childhood (and I was already actively linked to the dream state indicator, so no falling sensation either).

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Although the birds are a common form of autosymbolism for both vestibular system ambiguity and being unconscious, they are walking here, technically a form of return flight waking symbolism that has occurred in many past dreams (and they seem to be the very common paired preconscious and emergent consciousness factors here, though they might additionally be associated with Zsuzsanna and I in dream sleep - though I had dreams like this before I met Zsuzsanna). Additionally, the field is a type of autosymbolism for liminal space, though less common for me then porches, parking lots, or store checkouts, all of which signify a specific level of unconsciousness and circadian rhythms factors (which I validated as such as far back as age eight, even before I had studied hundreds of similar dreams over the years).

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I haven't been on my dream recall game lately but today I was smacked with a couple lucids during a nap. I think I might have gotten lucid a total of 3 times, but these are the two I remember the best:

I was napping and kept going in and out of sleep, or at least that's what I thought. I was pretty much aware the whole time that I was dreaming. So, in this dream I was standing in a cafeteria at some kind of workplace or something, looking at a microwave. I realized, "hey, I'm dreaming, I have to remember this." So, what to do? I looked around the cafeteria and there's a door open and outside is an ocean and a beautiful, fake sunset. I contemplate flying out into the sunset but figure I'd done that enough, so decided to try to summon M. I stared at the back of a lady's head and focused. When she turned around, it was just some old woman. So, I tried to summon Andrew. I focused really hard with my hand out in front of me and made him appear, but his face and body were so glitchy I could barely tell who it was. Then I lost it, and I "woke up".

I heard music coming from down the stairs, and I thought it was my grandpa playing music. Then, I heard music coming through my ears. It was the Avett Brothers. I figured I must have fallen asleep with my headphones on, and was annoyed because I thought it would be hard to sleep with the music, even though all this itself was part of a dream. I "wake up" in my bed, know that I am dreaming. I go down the stairs and see my grandpa sitting on the couch, but decide to ignore him. I think of what my dream goals are, and remember one of them is to build something. I think about building a bridge on the lake but it's too far away and I'm scared I'll wake up trying to get there. So instead, I crouch on the floor and put my hand out. I focus hard and make a toy wood log appear. I decide to make a toy log house. I get the base down, but can't get any further before I wake up for real.

First lucid for years! I was talking about my first ever lucid dream at an EMDR session today it must have triggered this dream.

I was at some sort of festival and flew towards a woman who had a stall selling bread, she was packing up and I wanted to ask her when she was opening in the morning so I could get some food early. I was hovering in the air looking down at her and asked her when she opened, she said about 8.30 so I told her I would see her then.

I suddenly noticed how realistic everything was and realised I was dreaming. I flew outside and saw houses in the distance and concentrated on looking at the details and was completely blown away with how realistic it looked and I thought at last a good lucid dream. I looked in the other direction and saw a tractor and tried to zoom in on the detail but had difficulty, at that point the dream faded.

I was then dreaming again (not sure low long after) and suddenly noticed I could see really clearly again. I was in a hotel corridor and remembered to try feeling something so I put my hands on the wallpaper, it was that fluffy sort, my fingers went through, so I willed them not to and felt it, it was very realistic. A girl waked past me and I spoke to her I can't remember what I said but she replied in gibberish. I then thought I don't know what to do, I went into a room and decided to try to go through the window which I did by imagining what was outside - thought is everything in a dream! I flew over some houses and down a street, then got a bit bored and couldn't think what to do next, lost concentration and woke up.

Not the most exciting dream but it was my best and most realistic lucid ever to date. I really need to get a plan in case I get lucid again - perhaps flying into space.