lucid

2017, 12-14

The Dark Tower – River Crossing

I am with Roland, Susanna, Eddie, Jake, MoSh. We are all making our way along a very old road. In the distance up ahead I can see what looks like a city. It looks like the type of city I would see in my own world, but it is clear that is not where we are. Eddie seems to think it looks like New York. I am not sure what city it could be, but I get a bad feeling about it. Part of me thinks we should go around it, but another part says there we have a train to catch there. We cannot go around. Before we get there however, we approach a small town. The town looks to be abandoned with many buildings that are falling down. Roland however says that he has a feeling there are people there. Eddie asked if they’re friendly? Roland asks if a strange dog may bite? In other words, he doesn’t know. We start making our way through the town at a rather slow pace. The purpose is so that they don’t feel threatened by a quick approach, but also we don’t look like we’re scared and easy targets. We come to an intersection. It crosses at right angles to the one we’re on. Roland picks up a rock and throws it at a metal box that’s hanging over the street. There is a loud clang, a bell rings, and a flag pops out of the box. It is a green flag that says go. Eddie thinks it is an old version of a street light, Susanna thinks that Roland just did something stupid, MoSh seems occupied with something that he sees off to the left. He is looking at what appears to be a large courthouse or church.

As MoSh is watching the building, a couple of people emerge. One of them is an old man, and he is leading an old woman. The old woman seems hesitant and nervous, but the old man seems quite excited to see us. The old woman keeps asking if we are harriers? The old man says no, he’s never seen a harrier with a weapon like that. He is indicating the guns sticking out of Roland’s holsters. The ones with the sandal wood grips, clearly they are distinct weapons of a gunslinger. We approach the two, and the man looks at the guns in awe. He says that we are no harriers, but there is a gunslinger with us. Roland speaks to them in a very respectful manner. I think he is using what they call the high speech, but I can’t be sure since my translator translates everything pretty much equally. As he speaks to them, the old woman’s face lights up. She says that he is a gunslinger. I take a closer look at her and see that she has no eyes. That is how come she did not know for sure he was a gunslinger until she heard him speak. Roland lets the blind woman feel one of the guns. We follow the old people back through the courthouse. Behind it there is a hidden oasis. They have a beautiful garden back there, and I can see they also have areas where they grow their own crops. They keep it all well hidden from the main streets so that roving harriers do not become aware of it.

There is some more old people there. Two of them are twins, and the first thing that pops into my mind are Fred and George Weasley when they tried to cross Dumbledore‘s age line and became old. There is an elderly woman there who seems to be their leader. She is no doubt the village elder. She asked us if we will come break bread with them, and then palaver. She says she can see we are on a quest, though she knows not what we are seeking. Roland says that we are seeking the Dark Tower. She makes the sign of an evil eye, and says that is an accursed place. She says no one who has gone seeking the Dark Tower has ever returned. I feel like telling her that we are going to change that, but I don’t see the point. I noticed that MoSh is talking to a couple of the people. I can’t hear what he saying though. At this point the elder and one of the some of the others lead us through into a beautiful garden. It is here that we sit down and prepare to have our meal. There are no seats or tables, but it is very nice setting. The woman who is the leader announces our presence to everyone who is gathered. She announces Roland’s arrival as the return of the light. It is clear they hold gunslingers and very high esteem.

The meal, which proves to be a wonderful thing, starts off with a drink that is some kind of a spiced cider. Roland warrens Jake not to drink much or will be carrying him out. I don’t generally like alcohol, but the stuffs pretty good. I noticed for the first time that there is a Billy Bumbler following Jake around. I hadn’t noticed Oy was with us. The people bring us food, and I feel rather bad about eating any of it since I don’t really need to eat in the dream state. But that seems like a rather lengthy thing to try to explain to them, and if I don’t explain and just refused to eat I’ll appear rude. So I decided at some point after this I will restore some of their food supply in exchange. I guess it’s a good thing that I came to an acceptance of eating some of their food because the desert is some kind of amazing cake that I don’t think I could’ve said no to. Soon in the meal is done, as if to announce its completion Eddie let out a loud burp that is acepted as a complement to the chef. The chef deserve lots of compliments. Then most everyone else leaves, because they say it’s time to palaver. The elder is asking if we won’t stay the night, but Roland seems to think we need to move on quickly. They’re also suggesting that we should go around the city, which they have named blood, but Jake seems convinced that we have to go through it. I remember from the books that we have a train to catch.

The rest of the time is spent exchanging stories and getting as much information about Ludd as possible. There is a single bridge leading in, and once inside there are two groups, the Greys and the Pubes that are always fighting and will no doubt both want to take Jake. There is also talk of Blaine the Monorail. Stories of this train indicate it can go faster than the speed of sound. These people tell of seeing it go by on the railway in the distance and then hearing a huge explosion shortly after it passed, which sounds like a sonic boom to me. They say the train hasn’t traveled for many years, though they can’t seem to agree on how many years. The blind woman insists she has heard a train leaving Ludd and heading in the opposite direction. While the other people in the town don’t seem to believe her, I am thinking she is right… being blind would enhance her hearing and if the wind was blowing right she might have heard even the distant sounds of the train leaving. My mind has wandered somewhat while listening, and I notice MoSh is nowhere to be seen… I wonder if he wandered off or woke up. I don’t have much time to wonder before I wake up.

2017, 12-12

Glory of Love

I dreamed of Altaïr. Nothing much happened during the dream, at least not action wise. But Altaïr wants to get married. Although the bigger question is why in the world would he choose me? He says the one thing he would like to do more than anything else would be to find a way for me to get physically out of this dimension. He says using door that is death is not acceptable, but a door like the one on Roland’s beach or in the haunted house would be. He says that if he can’t get me out of this world, then he’d rather come here. To have the chance to prove that I’m wrong. Prove that I’m wrong when I say that no one out here could ever love me. Prove that I’m wrong when I think there is no love left in this world. And if that second part somehow proves to be true, then he wants to bring love back through the love that he feels for me. I just fail to see how that’s possible considering I’m so fat ugly out here. But he is said he doesn’t care how fat I manage to get, and he says he could never see me as ugly. Besides, he seems to think I might still be able to learn at least some of what it takes to be an assassin, including parkour, and he says that there’s a lot of exercise in doing that. And, of course, doing it with him would be fun. I wish I could. There is no way of making that a reality. I’m stuck here, and he stuck there. Although I wouldn’t consider him stuck.

Altaïr is singing a song to me. That seems surprising at first, but I think he knows very well that I am more receptive to music than to normal talk. “Tonight it's very clear, as we're both standing here, there's so many things I want to say. I will always love you, I will never leave you alone…. I am a man who will fight for your honor, I'll be the hero you're dreaming of. We'll live forever, knowing together that we did it all for the glory of love. You keep me standing tall, you help me through it all, I'm always strong when you're beside me. I have always needed you, I could never make it alone. I am a man who would fight for your honor, I'll be the hero you're dreaming of. We'll live forever, knowing togetherthat we did it all for the glory of love. Like a knight in shining armor, from a long time ago. Just in time I will save the day, and take you to my castle far away…” It enters my mind that Masyaf could be considered a castle… so he really does have a castle! Now if only he could really take me there… “I am a man who would fight for your honor, I'll be the hero you're dreaming of. We'll live forever, knowing together that we did it all for the glory of love.”

Altaïr repeats that he wants to get married, even if it can be only in his home world. He wants to get married at Masyaf, to literally take me to his castle. He says we should do it, and invite everyone we know that we can trust and share dreams with and everyone we know from the dream state that we can trust, there’s room at Masyaf! I’m not really sure what to say, I have realized I’ll never get married in the physical world, but doing it in the dream worlds… Altaïr says he thinks my birthday would be the perfect time to do it. He says to at least think about it. I don’t need time to think about it… my answer is yes… YES!

Morning of December 13, 2017. Wednesday.



My beautiful wife Zsuzsanna and I are sitting together on a wooden bench at the end of the Shorncliffe Pier (formerly known as Sandgate Pier), looking northeast towards the ocean’s horizon. The time of day is uncertain, but it seems to be late morning in the final stage of my dream.

We are under the shelter at a later point, undressed, and being intimate. My semi-lucidity (partial awareness of being in the dream state) results in a lack of concern about several unknown members of the public, both male and female, being present, but not paying that much attention to us.

Later, we are closer to the shoreline (now about ten feet out on the pier). I observe what I first assume to be six North Korean males (perhaps in their thirties), waist-deep in the water. As they are walking towards the beach, they are guiding, in pallbearer formation, a damaged half-submerged wooden boat; a shellback dinghy; with a visible jagged hole in the side facing us. I am somewhat wary of their presence, but only for a short time. They gaze at us as if very annoyed.

Looking back again, I come to realize (though this was an actual transformation, not a presumed error in my original discernment) that they are Australian SES (State Emergency Service) volunteers. They are not looking in our direction now and their emotions seem informally neutral.

The water is lower, revealing a number of large stones. Zsuzsanna goes to look for some plastic toys between them that are still muddy from the storm (emergent real-life association, unrelated to my dream’s backstory), and to wash them, and I slowly realize we are now in our house, though our porch is erroneously perceived as being a rock pool (ambiguously perceived as being indoors and outdoors at the same time). I then wake.

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• Dream self mode: Corporeal with enhanced physicality
• Conscious self identity: Viable (although we have not been to Shorncliffe in real life in years), although perceiving myself as perhaps 30 rather than 56
• Induction symbolism: Water as symbolizing sleep
• Induction buffer: Shorncliffe Pier over ocean
• Dream state indicators: Being undressed and fully intimate in public (first-level dream sign, based on the subliminal awareness of being in the dream state, though I am semi-lucid here)
• RAS mediation symbol: Presumed North Koreans, seemingly defeated but presumed unpredictable
• Vestibular system symbol: Outer edge of Shorncliffe Pier
• Preconscious symbol: (Personified) Presumed North Koreans (precursory; transmuted by way of semi-lucidity in acknowledgment of waking being a biological necessity; preconscious does not initiate conflict when dream self recognizes or triggers waking symbolism or circadian rhythms factors)
• Emergent consciousness symbol: Boat leaving water
• Interconsciousness symbol: Australian SES workers
• Exit symbolism: Half-submerged boat being carried from ocean (illusory physicality “leaving” dream state)
• Waking transition symbolism: (Liminal transmutation) North Koreans to Australian SES workers
• Waking symbolism type: Water Lowering Waking Symbolism (WLWS); getting closer to the shore over time also symbolizes waking and circadian rhythms factors
• Additional personal notes: Our (present) porch as symbolizing the waking space is ambiguously combined with WLWS.

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Created Tuesday 12 December 2017

Got several things to note, including a few LDs. If my memory were up to par, I would have had a lot of other things as well.

Dream 1 - Behind the Wheel - A Street Racer's Autobiography

The visuals were a bit dim. I watching a Youtube video on the humorous self-documentary of an Asian immigrant street racer. This was mostly monologue to the footage of his driving around in various highways. There was talk of his fascination of the sport, his struggles in getting recognition from (less-than-reputable) US sponsors, and his immigration to one of the southern states. He then comments, "And that's when I stumbled upon another problem: most of the roads here are shit." Then appeared clips of his local highway, the road long worn. In fact, there were long spans in the road to which he easily could scoop up loosened tarmac like sand.

Not much else occurred before the dream ended.

Scrap Group 1
Something about The Evil Within 2. That secret agent lady (only watched a few videos, so the names haven't stuck) is in a talk show, where she reveals the reason for her defecton from the evil organization. Apparrently, her mother got cancer at some point, after which the two developed a much closer bond. This made the agent realize how far gone her morals have deteriorated during her tenure.

Dream 2 - Sky Highway Zone

Scene 1 - I'll Celebrate Some Other Time
The visuals were a bit blurred. I was a guest in an unknown home, participating in festivities.

Later, I begin feeling exhausted, enough so that I barged into the nearest bedroom for rest. But, numerous interruptions kept me from sleeping. This starts with my brother in law speaking about certain issues with his supposed father. An impossible occurrence, I knew, but besides getting suspicious, I didn't do anything.

The last of these disruptions involved my cousin Wyatt (who appeared in his teens) along with one of his friends supposed friends, a kid I've never seen before. The two quickly make nuisances of themselves, conversing loudly while sitting on the mattress to watch a nearby TV. It was only when one of them almost kicked me off the bed that they'd acknowledged my presence. I resigned to dropping in the floor, certainly the more comfortable place to sleep at the time.

Per chance, I began a WILD attempt, beginning with meditation, as usual. Cue rapid transition.

Scene 2 - Tired Drive Awareness
The visuals were very dim. I was driving an SUV around a forest highway during the dead of night. Several family members were in the back seats. I looked up at the stars, noticing how quickly they revolved. Was I going too fast? I then identified how fatigued I was, far too much to drive safely. That's when I remembered the previous occurrences, and realized the dream. Suddenly, the surroundings changed, appearing as a hypnotic, striped array in tunnel view. Things began fading. So, I felt out the vehicle's ceiling. Then, to the tune of Sky Sanctuary Zone from Sonic and Knuckles, I forced a warp.

Scene 3 - Mode Change!
The visuals were brighter. I was still driving a vehicle, only now, the road before me was spiraling sideways within the clouds of a blue sky. Despite the path set, the vehicle itself kept a forward trajectory, gliding off-road when necessary. Still lucid, thanks to the above song anchoring such.

I thought of tasks to do, and recalled the powered armor TOTM. Before starting, I phased off the moving vehicle. From there, I uttered "Change Mode!" in a thick Japanese accent. Concurrently, I willed a third-person view to see myself get armored, though I only appeared as mostly a blur. I did at least witness my skin taking on a white, ceramic plated form. Furthermore, Egg Reverie from Sonic Mania replaced the previous song.

Back to first-person, from which I immediately took flight. I moved around my limbs, noticing a natural, unrestricted motion of such. I soon identified cold air subtly blowing all over me from within the armor, and the unusual illusion of spaciousness that brought, if only compared to how tightly the suit clung onto me.

It seemed the view from my right eye was dulled. But, I realized this was because of a scanning interface, so noted by markers being placed over various vehicles passing below me. This made me curious on weaponry. I tried finding a good target, but everything I found was moving too fast, not to mention unjustifiable to engage. After a minute of waiting, I decided to just blast the air. A green laser immediately shot from my right palm, puncturing holes through the clouds. It streamed for a quite a while, though I dared not aim at anything substantial.

Things quickly destabilized afterwards, and the dream collapsed.

Scrap Group 1
Many, many dreamlets, a few of which had transitioned to dreams, though all but the one below are forgotten.

Dream 3 - Burning Phoenix

The visuals were blurred. I was scrounging around in the kitchen. Noticed my brothers and nephew watching the TV intently. On screen was an episode of Steven Universe. There was an ongoing high-speed chase, during which several characters were bouncing around in the back of a van (Greg's van, probably).

I then gained awareness. To rid distraction from the program, I hovered up in a wreath of flames, then blazed through and away from the living room (like so; I even yelled out the move's name)There was some noticeable delay at first, which was corrected about halfway through the maneuver.

I got distracted by random thoughts after that, and can't recall anything else.

I've had some lucids over the past 2 weeks but have made no time to write them down until now.

Basement

Became lucid in the basement of a house. Ran outside looking for my house (whenever I'm lucid IN MY HOUSE, for some reason I assume it's the wrong house) I call out to Asuka a few times. I try Time Dilation instead (Have no idea if my/Hukif's method works, it gives a bit longer lucids but not by much.) I put my hand on the ground and count the spaces between my fingers (this method of counting is what works for me instead of staring at one spot.) Each time the amount of fingers i have doubles making more spaces to count as unit of time. The extra fingers look fake. I count to 90 but the counting seems super sped up. Then I see I have hundreds of tiny black fingers that are so small it's impossible to count between them. By now the distortions are crushing me so I jump really high to escape them. I land on the sidewalk and the dream begins to black out. (No panic here this is very common trying this method, I usually enter another dream instantly lucid.

FA, Instantly lucid in the basement. I find a mirror where I look like a woman. I try to take my top off to see myself but keep getting more shirts underneath. I start looking like my normal self again. Decide o look for Raven so I call out to her again, Walking through doors trying to make hem a portal to her dream.

I come out the front of the house. There's 2 women outside that look like fake Ravens. I ask them if they are raven. They look kind of scared and don't even answer. I say, "I know a way to prove you are not raven." So I attack them knowing raven would fight back. A woman who may have been asuka runs up to me and asks me to stop attacking children. I keep saying this isn't my house and none of these people are raven. Asuka says it IS my house. I still don't know it's Asuka so I decide to attack her next by taking her hair and throwing her by the hair a few houses down. I run up to her but she teleports me back to the basement. I run out the door again when I wake up.


Why is my dream self so violent and psycho???

Random lucid

I was in a basement in a giant building. I was on some weird sciency tech team studying parallel universes. Me and some woman go to the parallel universe through a door. We exit the building and both agree that this exit is in a different location than the one we are use to.

Some time later I'm running through a part of the building that is under construction. I find i can jump high and do Parkour stuff. This makes me lucid. And it transfers to outside some how. I start flying in the air and see an angelic being or Jesus, something like that so I decide to attack him for some reason?. I go to grab him but exit the dream.

Bjork explains

I fly down to some cabin in the woods type house that is also kind of fancy. Asuka is standing by Bjork. I tell Bjork I'm lucid now. She said she remembered something from the blank spaces she has between dreams, she remembered talking to her boyfriend. (the periods when awake apparently in this state she remembers waking life as if they are fleeting dreams). She says no wonder I was hesitant to be so involved. I told her that i read an interview where she mentioned a boyfriend. She touches y face and smiles. Her face changes from older to younger and tells me to just let these dreams be what they are. I say yes I'm fine with that. The dream ends fast.




Tricky

Me and my brother were in some weird building inside of a mountain. We kept going into an elevator that led to a giant spinning room where a ghost or something killed you and then you were teleported into the hallway again.

After a few times my brother went on ahead somewhere else. I ran into a group of guys wanting to try the same room. They told me you had to pour salt water on the ghost and handed me a glass. We all went into the spinning room, and when the ghost appeared we all poured salt water on it. It turned into a solid-ish girl with brown hair, maybe a friendly looking older Samara... if that's even possible. She smiled at me and I smiled back. Then gave me an evil mean face. One of the guys said That he thinks she likes me and I should ask her out. I just shrug and wake up.

Beam

I'm walking with Roland from the dark tower. We are in a rundown city with old rusted cars everywhere. We run into a guy by a mechanic shop wearing greased overalls. Roland asks him if he seen the path of the beam? The man saiys his basement was built to follow it a ways. Roland asks if his basement goes all the way to the dark tower? The man says no. Roland follows the man inside. I wait outside and look up in the sky and wonder why we can't see the path of the beam in the sky anymore?

Amazing lucid dream where at first the dream kept fading out but then I would stabilize and it would come back. I popped in and out of the dream in this way. I noticed a mirror at one point so I transformed into a rat for a tiny bit. The environment was beautiful and I did more things, but I should have woken up sooner as I have forgotten many details. I kept having FAs in a house where I dreamt someone else potentially lived in the same bedroom too so that was uncertain. I tried aeroplane hands and the success was not great. When the dreamscape was not very realistic, I shouted ‘increase realness’ twice and it turned more life-like. I tried to remember some of the dream tasks I had, and I looked at the sky. It was absolutely beautiful. It was like a painting though, with big stars.

When I woke up I counted my fingers, and at first I realized I was dreaming, but then got caught up in the dream as my partner was telling me off for using playing cards and mixing other things up in the playing card deck.

The dream felt really long, but I have forgotten many details as I started dreaming non-lucidly after that!

I gain lucidity then I start melting as spit my whole body gets drench in saliva I stare and keep staring as my eyes start thining about darkness a sudden shock then I'm cover in spit trying to wash myself off but when I wash myself of more saliva and spit start forming around me then I notice I was already clean

Unsure what happened before becoming lucid. My field of vision is flat like a computer screen, alternatively flashing between blue and red flashing (like a computer screen) - there is a thin white rectangular border. Centered white or black text reads "Obek" (may have been in Cyrillic) and another word, but each time I read it the word changes. I can feel myself sliding along a fixed path. I pass into a small office building with a desk and a man to my left - reminds me of college. The man sitting at the desk has a scary face, not just intimidating or creepy but instilling great fear. I overcome it and reach out to touch his hand as I pass by him in the way I'm being pulled. Can feel the sensation of touching it distinctly. I slide through an open doorway and to a hallway leading left and right, the track takes me left. I am then turned around and taken backwards (in the same direction as I was coming from while going through the office) and I pass into a warehouse/art studio/garage type building (lots of stuff here - canvas draped over boxes, easels, concrete floors, foggy windows with light coming through). I go forward until I stop at a distorted mannequin standing up against some stacked crates. In retrospect the face was disturbing, but I didn't think about it at the time. I use my hands with pinching gestures to change the facial features into an attractive female (her body changes from mannequin to living flesh). She is wearing a tee shirt and panties. There is a brief sexual encounter and then I wake up promptly (after a feeling of closing my dream eyes).

I'm with my girlfriend at a party and we're holding a balloon that's shaped like lips (one of the shiny ones you get from Dollar Tree) and arguing. It's an outdoor party and it's night time. There are snakes on the ground and in the trees. The non-lucid portion of this dream lasts a while and I'm separated from my girlfriend. All of the sudden I sit down, touch the grass, and become lucid. Visual clarity intensifies, and I examine the dream characters more closely, especially a girl with black hair which seems to have this hazy red aura (as if it was a red underdrawing). I am looking around at all the characters when I look past the back fence at a house with a light on in one of the windows and the outline/silhouette of someone. I'm transported there and I continue to observe. It's a small room with a raised stage with white linen borders. There are several people in the crowd standing and watching, a lot of them dressed in white (not all though, some in normal clothes). On the stage there are three girls dressed in white. They begin to undress and I wake up.

I'll add more tomorrow, trying to scrounge through my notes from that time.

This was my first LD since joining DV!

I was looking out of the front door window of my childhood home (the drapes were pulled back, and the . It was a foggy night or early morning outside. I see my mom leaning up against the van she used to own, talking on her cell phone - the yard was longer than in reality (most spatial areas tend to be skewed and expanded in my dreams). It's also dark in my foyer, so I walk through into the living room. The furniture is a lot more crowded than my real living room, and I'm still psyched out from a previous dream about people hiding in my home, so I scan the dark room for signs of life. All of the sudden, I look at my hands and realize I'm dreaming!

Everything pops into vivid color. The dense furniture of the living room is gone and the only thing there is a long table close to the kitchen (the room is skewed longways). There's a huge amount of food on the table, so I approach it. I remember to rub my hands together, and the stabilization is amazing! The lights are now dim, but definitely on. I pick up a salt shaker, then a food item (an apple maybe?) remembering this tip, but it doesn't do much to stabilize the dream. While walking, my balance is kind of off (feeling all the sensations of my dream body is still new to me, as I've had plenty of brief moments of lucidity, but maybe 2-3 really vivid ones).

At this point I'm scared I'm going to lose the dream, so I fall to the ground on my hands and knees, and it helps a lot. I can hear a faint Christmas song coming from the kitchen (where the lights are off). I try to draw a door on the wood floors, and I see a faint white outline there, like when you press down on a computer screen. I wasn't clear with my intentions though, and halfway through drawing it, I get stuck somewhere between visualizing a deep ocean, then a deep ocean with a rock below and above. Because of my loose convictions, the door fails. I stand up and read a Christmas card that my family has taped to the door (or it might just be a decoration - they tend to do this kind of thing come Christmas). I remember what everyone says about text in dreams and read it once (nonse with a few real words in no clear order), then close it and read it again. The text changed! I thought, "Wow, that's neat!". Rather than fading back into a waking state, I feel as if I closed my dream eyes and simply popped into wakefulness.

As far as the process, I woke up about 5 hours into my sleep and used SSILD (I thought it was unsuccessful after doing it, as I was "too awake" and it took some time to get back to sleep). I'll definitely be doing this technique again! Although it was relatively short (20-30 seconds), it was one of my longest LDs yet! Very exciting stuff.

I also wrote some other non-lucid dreams in my phone, but I don't have time to transcribe them here right now. I'll try to be better about DJing, but I might have to add all entries for a week on a set day or something as it takes some time for me to write these out. That's it for now!

Early Evening of December 9, 2017. Saturday.



I am sitting in the front seat of a car in an undefined location. There is not much light. The car seems to be parked. Pavel Chekov, as on an early episode of “Star Trek”, is apparently the driver. He is dressed in his Starfleet uniform. (We have not watched “Star Trek” in quite some time and I had not really been thinking about it either.) The driver’s side is on the left, so it is apparently meant to be of an American setting or association.

There is an implication of speaking, yet no one actually speaks other than the audio I hear seemingly from outside of the scene. I soon view the scene from the front of the car, facing it and seeing myself on the left. The voice, seemingly my voice, says, “Sometimes more, sometimes less”, with only a vague response from Chekov as a slight turn of his head towards me in acknowledgment. He then looks back to his left, seeming somewhat puzzled about where he is. From here, the scene shifts to where it seems I am looking at two 1940s detectives (wearing black suits) sitting in the car in the same orientation and I quickly wake.

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This dream can easily be typified and decoded as “return flight waking symbolism” (most common type) even though RAS and the association with falling or flight is not directly perceived. This is due to the association with Chekov and his role in the television series. He is a passive form of the precursory preconscious.

The shift to the offset dream is based on the liminal space cessation trigger, which is that which causes the dream self to subliminally (depending on the level of lucidity if extant) ponder the nature of being between sleeping and waking. This is what “sometimes more, sometimes less” means, relating to the level of awareness during the waking transition and likely also a reference to the degree of lucidity. The detectives “replacing” us relates directly to the puzzling state of liminal space and the implied “mystery” of being unconscious without fully realizing it (though I am semi-lucid here, probably about 50% lucid towards the offset scene).

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Date of Dream: FRI 8 DEC - 2017



Dream No. 239 - Tricky Clock And Fingers
Lucid Dream 8

I don't remember how the dream started. From where I remember, I was walking down the main corridor at Waverley Gardens Shopping Centre. I ended up seeing CF there but she didn't want to talk to me and I thought to myself “why?”. Apparently she was too busy hanging out with E.Gen and I.Hick who were walking down the corridor just after her. A few seconds later and I saw CF's dad, trying to say hello to him but he said nothing back.

The next scene took place at my current house. I forgot what I was doing at the time but my dad ended up turning on the TV. Channel 7 news was playing and there was this interesting concept that the TV viewer could “get up close and take a selfie”. When I got in front of the TV, precisely I appeared like I was the one actually starring on the news... So therefore, the TV was actually a TV/mirror. I got my phone and positioned myself the way I wanted to on the TV and then took a few photos. Once I looked at the photos myself, I thought they were amazing... One shot showed me standing next to some gold statue amongst the pyramids of Egypt.

The dream flowed well and rather didn't skip to the third scene, but I walked to the third scene myself. I went down the stairs to see what my brother was doing in his bedroom. Just then, all of a sudden, this random guy comes barging into the downstairs area. I stick my head out my brother's door and see a man with black curly hair wearing a Chisholm t-shirt and carrying a cardboard box full of paper. I don't how he just let himself in like that... I said to him, “excuse me, but rather than just letting yourself in, could you please knock next time?”.

He said sorry very quickly and then was telling me that he was here to deliver my diploma results. He then told me how I was doing great things over there at the moment and that I will just do so much better in the next stage; I mentally knew he was referring to organisation of the cultural day which is exactly what took place in real life. Then I stuck my head into my brother's room and chilled until I thought of what to do next. I saw the cat sitting on the tiles, slapping her tail onto the ground many times. Eventually I went up to my bedroom but the cat was following me.

For some reason, I now think I'm awake because I am lying in bed and I can see grey sky, out the window, as well as hearing spits of rain. I think to myself, “I hope it stops raining so grandma can see her friend”. I look over to the bedroom clock and it says 9:28, so I'm still convinced that I'm really awake. But upon staring at the number longer, the 2 starts to distort itself. I look away and look back; the clock is trying to say 9:30 but a bar is missing off the number three. I squint my eyes shut and open and now the 9:30 shows in full form. The same thing happened in respect to 9:31. The next number set on the clock is 9:57. And then the clock goes to 11:37. Now when I squint, it keeps changing time on me non-stop.

The time on the clock is going absolutely crazy and so I decide to give up that technique, now with the addition of knowing I'm certainly not awake. Still, to reinforce and question the fact if I'm dreaming, I decide to look down at my fingers. At the start, they look normal, but when I move them to one side of the room, I can only see four. I now move them across to the left and see some fingers disappearing and others slowly appearing. Additionally, my fingers were long like a witch and whenever they'd change, the bones in them would hurt really bad. I didn't want to witness the pain anymore and so I was now finally and utterly convinced that I was lucid.

At this stage, I'm actually amazed within the dream that I've finally obtained lucidity again. I then think to myself, “what do I want to do now?”. I then decided that I wanted the cat to go away. The cat kept walking into my room and I told her to shoo repeatedly. It took a while but the cat eventually slinked off and left. Once again, I thought “what do I want to do now?”... Although I was lucid, I wasn't prepared and so didn't have any intentions in mind.

Then once I had time to gather my thoughts, I said to myself, “I want to get Dreamy WB over here”. I went over to the bedroom door, stuck my head out and started calling for her. Because I was so lucid, I was so focused and persistent. I had called heaps and heaps and there was still nothing. I thought to myself, “why isn't she coming?”. I still kept calling while walking over to one of the multiple mirrors in my bedroom. I quietly said “Dreamy WB, are you there?” as I looked through the mirror.

Only in the mirror did I catch a glimpse of something amazing. In the dream dimension there was still nothing but in the mirrored dimension, a greyish-black silhouette appeared in the doorway of the bedroom and was very slowly and mysteriously approaching me from behind. When the silhouette got as close as possible, it just stood there, waiting for me to turn around and discover its identity. I turned around and indeed it was Dreamy WB in human form! Her appearance was the afro and the black pencil dress.

I was so ecstatic to see her, maybe too excited that I could wake up but she brought me back to the moment. Both she and I ended up getting onto the bed and lying down, wrapping each other in a tight hug for a few minutes. I then stuck my head out from her arms and said to her, “I'd like another dream like this”. What I was really saying to her is that I wanted another lucid dream some time soon. I mentally knew that I had nothing else to do in this dream, so I stuck my head back into her chest to prepare myself for waking up. For the whole scene, Dreamy WB was completely quiet, she didn't speak or utter a sound.

The dream eventually faded out and I was holding my Mario plush in the exact same position that I was hugging Dreamy WB in the dream. I looked at the real life clock and it said 7:34. I never went back to sleep because it took hours to recap every single detail of this dream.



Dream Trophies Achieved:
- Explorer (Have 1 lucid dream).



This was an interesting dream. The lucidity starts from the bedroom scene. What was unfortunate though is that the dream took me so much by surprise that I didn't know what I actually wanted to achieve in this dream.

so I'm in a non lucid dream trying to sustain lucidity I see a girl then I start exploding like lighting then I'm in a false awakening around my house where I try getting up then I start trying to attain a higher false replica dream body then I start cringing for a wild then I fall asleep and turn into vanilla ice cream and strart melting as spit

Night of December 6, 2017. Wednesday.



Fading into semi-lucidity after typical hypnagogic lucidity, I go beyond a stream surrounded by rock faces into an open area. This shifts into an idea to manifest a perfect combination of sensuality and eeriness. I decide to integrate Zsuzsanna into the role of Mary Medina as in the Grimm Fairy Tales 2017 Halloween Special, but I mostly let it flow on its own without in-dream control (by way of spoken affirmations by my dream self as in some apex lucidity states). There is a sustained event with an incompetent makeup artist. Zsuzsanna ends up with only white face paint on her forehead. This scene seems to repeat after a reset.

Although some of the setting looks somewhat like a sketchy version of New Orleans, some of the buildings appear as if they are cardboard facades about a block or two away. I ignore this feature and focus on intensifying the nature of my dream. Ghosts wander about, but there is not much eeriness or plot.

The outcome is in a large dining room. About seven ghosts (in Victorian clothes) play Musical Chairs with six gold chairs with red velvet seats and backs. As they are ghosts, there can be no winners or losers as they just phase into and out of each other when trying to sit and stay on the chairs (and for example, two taking up the same space on the same chair). This scenario is so amusing, it pulls me out of the dream state with an almost audible laugh.

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I did a finger RC and I counted 6 or 7 fingers! I looked around to look at my surroundings and soak in the detail. I looked down at my body and saw I was wearing black school uniform (as that was what I was wearing in the dream before becoming lucid. I felt my body with my hands and realised I could feel my hands with my body too. I did a bit of awareness/dream yoga stuff to try and sense as much as possible in the dream. I felt the ground and it was grass with big clovers on it. It was interesting to bend down, as I could feel the orientation of my dream body change as if it were my real body. I transported to a pool in which I could feel the water on my body. I said ‘raise temperature by 2°’ out loud and the water temperature increased. I wanted to transport to a desert so I knelt down on the sand coloured tile floor and tried to imagine my finger was drawing a door. At first it looked like nothing was happening, but then I saw a bit of the invisible door I had drawn had a crack. I hit the floor and the door gradually opened, revealing a desert scene.

I had a false awakening and immediately wanted to write the lucid dream in my dream journal. I was in a student house with some people I knew at uni and they kept distracting me from writing down my lucid dream! Eventually I did wake up in reality and I wrote down my lucid dream.

Created Tuesday 05 December 2017

Spoiler for posterity's sake:

I've two WILD cycles to note, most of which I retained awareness. There was a dream fragment in-between. I probably would have had more from before these, though a certain interruption kinda spoiled my recollection of such. Just as well, I suppose.

Dream 1 - Potion of Elemental Wrath

Scene 1 - A Blood Offering?
WILD transition in bed. As usual, I blindly tried rolling off the mattress and into another scene, only to continually warp back to where I started. I'd sporadically either sightlessly land on the floor, or fell into the void. Either way, I further reinforced the dream state to myself by continually moving in place, be that by spinning, walking, or even dancing (poorly). And yet, nothing came to view, and any attempts to open my eyes resulted in swift destabilization. Various background noises almost kept me preoccupied, including cries of a fictional baby of which I needed to care, and of complaints to my percieved negligence, though I managed to ignore such.

Eventually, I began calling out to my guide. And soon enough, parts of a scenery formed. This starts with a nude portrait of E ahead of me. As I observed it, various game-like menus and stats formed below, though I couldn't make sense of such. Pacing ahead, I soon found a large medival tapestry hanging on an invisible wall. At its center was a curious image: myself kneeling to a giant demon woman. In my hand was a golden chalice filled with red liquid, which I presented as an offering. Ominous, indeed...

Things kinda destabilized momentarily. Brief false awakening, and warp.

Scene 2 - YOU LEARNED - WRATH
The visuals were blurred. I was in my home, staring at the backyard at the dead of night. Initially in a trance, I quickly recomposed myself, and phased through the sliding door. I looked up at the stars, wondering to what I should occupy myself, though it seemed I couldn't think of anything. Just then, the ground collapsed beneath me, and I slowly fell into an endless pit.

One brief hand-rubbing later, and a new environment forms. I found myself floating over a forested seaside cliff at night time. I thought to dive in the water, though control of my movements were a bit unresponsive, even "wobbly".

Another distortion. I was now in a forest clearing, likewise at nightfall. By then, I'd recalled several TOTMs, if with a few depreciated choices. In any case, I settled for the forbidden knowledge potion task. I imagined myself holding phial, and like that, said object appeared instantly. It seemed empty at first. Upon closer inspection, I noticed chaotic visions forming inside, that of sunny hills, of floating flowers, of tossed traffic lights, and a similar burst of random, colorful sights. So, I took a swig. Didn't initially notice anything tangible. But eventually, I discerned a bitter metallic aftertaste. Following that, I began feeling a bit queasy. Things seemed otherwise disappointingly mundane.

Unrelated to the matter, a glowing portal formed next to me. I stepped inside, upon which I lost sense of my body, though my vision and hearing retained presence. Then, a video-game-esque score screen appeared, though what it counted is anyone's guess. Music was playing as well, starting with some unknown (or forgotten?) tense fanfare, then followed by Slow Moon from Streets of Rage 2 about half a minute later.

Once the score was tallied up, a segment of text flickered, reading "YOU LEARNED: WRATH". The screen faded into a white void, whereupon I began reforming. Concurrently, a red street racing car was manifesting in view. A target, I presumed. I held up my arms towards it, and whispered "wrath". Suddenly, a storm of icicles descended upon the vehicle, battering it to ruin. A few seconds later, the attack changed to stream of lightning bolts. And following that, a roaring torrent of flames. Nothing remained of the target, save for a black stain on the invisible ground.

I got interrupted, and woke up promptly.

Scrap Group 1
Something of watching Law and Order. McCoy has an arrogant ex-lawyer turned defendant on the ropes. Despite his outrage at such, the defendant goes along with a plea.

Dream 2 - Geists and Heists

Scene 1 - Wrath Revisited
Another WILD transition. This started with a few more minutes of rolling and repeated false awakenings before a new scene formed. I was now in a large home, dim grey light illuminating its rooms. Wherever I looked, a dusty, tarp-covered piece furniture was present. Obviously a haunted place. It thus came to little surprise when I found a gaunt, stringy haired ghost girl lurking in the far corner. "Yup," I muttered, "it's a nightmare alright".

I backed away slowly, only to catch the phantom's interest. The sight of her shambling towards me sent me running. She let out a piercing wail, then crawled after me, her form shunting in and out of existence sporadically. I was soon forced to climb a flight of stairs, though it quickly became apparent that this path had no end in sight. So, I turned to fight.

Remembering the incantation, I called out "wrath". Unexpectedly, fire began raining down first. I realized then that, rather than descending in a specific order, I controlled which element fell by thought. Whatever the case, this blaze had no effect. So, I switched to ice, though, as I somewhat feared, this too did nothing. Moved on to lightning, which finally kept the spectre in check, leaving her helplessly shrieking in pain.

Just then, a white meter formed below, and emptied quickly. In turn, the spell waned. Outta juice. I resumed my way upstairs, while desperately repeating "wrath". Instead of creating a storm, a many-elemental barrier formed around me, but only momentarily. Guessed this was how the spell looked "uncharged". This too kept the girl at bay, though not for nearly enough time between each chanting.

Soon, the stairs led to a balcony. I was cornered. Fortunately, the gauge had refreshed. Thus, I wasted no time in unleashing another lightning storm.

Things quickly destabilized.

Scene 2 - Flickering Kitchen Awareness
Non-lucid false awakening in bed. I got up feeling strangely dizzy. Furthermore, seeing that it was still very dark was highly suspicious. I made a hand test, though that proved inconclusive. So, I peeked in the kitchen, and found that the oven and sink were both gone, each replaced by random furniture. That's confirmation enough for me. But, things began blacking out, especially whenever I moved around. Quick, unwitting warp.

Scene 3 - The KFC Heist
The visuals were a bit blurred. I was seated in a white void. No awareness again. There were several other people there, neither of whom, I recognized, save for one figure in particular: Colonel Sanders himself. We were all discussing something about a big heist, though the specifics elude me.

Suddenly, I found myself floating down towards an old-fashioned shopping district, the streets thick with tourists. Several of the previous characters had descended as well, including the Colonel. We were apparently at a theme park, a place which Sanders had part ownership. We tried sneaking by, though the fried chicken purveyor's presence was quickly noticed by the crowd. As such, he stayed behind to provide a distraction. The Colonel went on making wild proclamations of his formulating an even better recipe than the original, one he was sure would sell big. He then began shilling a local ice-cream parlor. But, the sight of a careless emo-teen gave him pause. He glared at the kid, who looked away sheepishly upon noticing the attention. "Well", yelled the Colonel, "it looks like this boy here could use some of that world-famous chocolate ice cream right about now!" An uproar of laughter followed. That was the cue for my peers and I to sneak on by.

On entering our target building, things promptly faded into a bright light. End dream.