lucid

Created Thursday 16 November 2023

Got a LD re-entry and some fragments today.

Scrap Group 1
Vaguely recall thinking I woke up from a lucid dream. Lacking memory of such, I'm inclined to believe it was false awareness.

In a very dimly lit space, like a wide basement or something. I pick up a laptop from the floor. I "recalled" buying a new system with one of the latest high-end ARM processor. Got it at a relative bargain at $1k. I watch some videos on multiple windows concurrently. One was clips of Attack on Titan. There were a bunch of purple splash effects for some reason. I spot my bro snooping nearby, much to my annoyance. I minimize the AoT videos and watch the others. These were matches for various Guilty Gear titles, including Strive, Xrd, and XXAC. One had Sol spam Grand Viper. Warp. Another unknown dimly lit place. I'm imitating Grand Viper. I managed to project fire too.

In the kitchen of an unknown house during night time. My niece was working on a school project. There was this light skinned black dude around. Only on waking up do I notice he was the host of Mental Outlaw. Anyway, he helps Jalani with her homework. Later, my niece and her mother (my sister) go out to get groceries. Timeskip again. The project was near completion. I see it's some kind of macaroni art on a cardstock booklet. Instead of macaroni, it's tortilla chips, both the triangular shaped and round varieties. These were arranged in rather sophisticated floral and butterfly patterns. The booklet, when folded, had cut-out city buildings and a radio tower pop up. I was asked to hold the book as he continued his work. He was making the finishing touch, when suddenly, most of the chips slid off its surface. I guess it wasn't as fixed as it appeared. The guy slams the counter in frustration. I noticed a tube of Elmer's glue in one hand, the other covered in the paste. I tell him my requiring a much stronger glue for a similar project some time back. Too little too late, I thought...

Spectator mode. This was some kind of Monty Python (or Python-esque) castaway survival comedy show. This took place at a lost island during a clear day. A barely dressed, stubble faced Englishman wanders off to a swampy area. There, he sees a withered tulip. For some reason, he likens this find to the burning bush of the Exodus. He discreetly collects some seeds. A bald, sunburnt old man in a robe calls out to confront him about this. The first man denies finding anything of value. The old man continues to accost him on the matter. They arrive at a beach of profound green, the shore littered with seaweed. Not far into the deep water was an expansive sand bar. Anyway, the younger man makes a claim that he found tulip seeds at a swamp much further away from the previous area. The old man is outraged, and calls him out on the lie. He then chases the other man into the high waves.

Dreamlet to dream. Dream re-entry into the same island mentioned above. This time, the waves were far calmer, though still congested with plant life. I walk towards the sand bar. I could feel the pressure and coolness of the waves, its briny vapor stinging my throat. Yet, I felt no dampness, as if water failed to stick onto my skin. Once on the bar, I strode on the water out to the greater blue sea. I anticipated some enemy would attack. On cue, a huge saltwater crocodile torpedoed at me from below. I dodged the beast, watching as it jumped over four meters into the air. I leaped after it, and grappled with the animal. I then flew us high up, arriving near the sky almost instantly. To much amusement, the crocodile suddenly changed into a big plush copy of itself. I hurled it far into the horizon. Then, I raised a a pillar of water from below, a cylinder about 1m diameter in depth and standing as high as I was floating. I froze the pillar into an icy pole, and began sliding all the way down. I'd thoughts to phase through, but decided I needed a bigger surface. As I was nearing the water, I thought maybe the sea floor would do? I soon hit the ocean. But, instead of piercing through, I wake up instantly.

I think its about time I buckle down and get serious again. I keep having random DILDs. A lot of them I forget and most I fail to record. I wrote this one down from a few nights ago. This is a straight copy from my mobile notes app so the format will be sloppy and there are typos.

Back from a jog somewhere unfamiliar. Alysha in car to pick me up. Shes wearing strang matching color top amd bottom. Light beige almost skin color but it seems bright or highly contrasted to the surroundings somehow. I do a double take and she has moved to the passenger seat. I hop in the driver seat and take off kind of fast. The car seems loud. There is a man on the bridge looking over. He glitches locations along the bridge.

Some how I know its a dream and I floor it and swerve right at him. I say to my wife watch this. I hit him and he flies over the top of the car. I say BOOM. I dont even slow down. I just keep driving
I look at Alysha and shes expressionless. I say i dont even care if you know I am draleaming anymore.
What?
I mean I dont care if you know its a dream.
She skreiks loudly, MIIIKKEE!
The "noise" of it wakes me up.

I was waking up from a dream and found myself in my bed. I tried to move but was struggling to. My body began to feel sharp pains and cramps all over. My breathing begins to become shallow and increasingly more difficult with each few seconds that went by. I immediately realize something was wrong as I tried to yell out in pain. I was unsuccessful in managing to open my mouth as the pain seep all around my body.

I began to think to myself what is happening? That's when something threw me out of my bed and to the floor. I was now at a distance to my bed. I now knew for sure I was in a dream but still had no control of any of my movements. I was then lifted up in the air and smack against the wall. That happened a few more times before I lost lucidity and woke up.

The dream starts with a sort of third person cinematic. There is a character conflict between a mix of Omni Man and Fire Lord Ozai and his son Zuko/Mark. (I will reference the characters by their avatar names since they more resembled them) The actual scene takes place at the big collection of rock pillars like the ending of avatar.

Zuko arrived brandishing his swords and attempted to confront his father about all the bad things that he did. There was a short firebending fight but he lost and was thrown off the side of the rock pillar where he dug his sword in. Ozai looked over the cliff at zuko, holding his sword into the rock face. Then I was spawned into a first person perspective and was fully lucid.

“You! You’re not the avatar!”

“Isn’t he supposed to be the one fighting you here?”

“Yes. But he was too weak to exist in my world, and he tried to take my bending away so I did what I had to do. Nothing stands in my way, not even you.”

“Dude, look. I’m not in the mood for this.”

He attempts a barrage of different firebending attacks. Barrier up. It does nothing. Not even the lightning. Ozai charges up a fireball in his hand and runs for me in an almost shot-for-shot recreation of when he blasts aang out of the rock sphere. It even sort of happens in slow motion.

“Barrier 2 origin to Ozai’s right hand. Set radius decimal five, collide with the fire only.”

Working exactly as intended the barrier forms around his right hand. When he throws the fireball, the blast is trapped inside the barrier and badly burns his arm. This visibly causes a lot of pain for him but he continues trying to attack regardless.

“Set barrier control mode gesture. Collide with Ozai.”

I move the barrier away and slam it down, crushing him into the rocky surface. Then I walked over and grabbed his hair and slapped him several times across the face with super strength. This bloodied his nose and knocked out a few teeth. Each time I said “stop”. But he kept squirming and trying to fight back. He tried to charge up a firebending attack on his other hand and I grabbed the fireball the moment it appeared and snuffed it out. It even made a little hiss sound.

“Stop! You are not fire lord Ozai. Not anymore. You are nothing but an erroneous combative construct of my mind. This is a lucid dream. Now you have a choice. You can continue to try and fight me which is obviously not working, or you can go for a nature walk and talk with your son who is hanging on for dear life right now. Talk to him. Really listen to him. Conquering the world is a bad idea.”

“You burned my arm!” He clutches his fingers on his right arm which is red and black, but he still seems able to use it.

“No, you burned your arm. Now you have something in common with your son.”

He seems to go through an emotional conflict, first wanting to attack me and then breaks down crying after realizing everything he’s done. I decide I probably didn’t handle that situation very well but say to myself “For my level of lucidity that was ok.”

The scene then changes to Aang who is laying on the ground dying. Katara and Sokka are there, along with Manei, Marcus and… Batman for some reason…? Katara is crying while trying to do waterbending healing with her own tears but she shouts “I’m losing him!” in a very dramatic and emotional way. I can sense the dour emotional energy resonating with the whole group. Its really funny in hindsight that batman is the one who is crying the hardest and I find that strange as he’s usually associated with being a stoic character. I recognize I should do something.

“God mode on. Revive Aang.”

As soon as I give that command I am deep in space being pulled into a huge cosmic being. I see the world we are on as wrapped in a bunch of tangled glowing white threads. I know that these are the strings of causality and I need to break the one that results in aang’s death and reincarnation. I find it on intuition and pull it loose.

I arrive back at the original scene and Aang wakes up and coughs. The scene is no longer bathed in reddish light like the original avatar fight was but instead seems to be calming blues and greens. Zuko is still hanging on to the side of the cliff and I help him up.

The only other dream figures still around are Manei and Marcus. They give me a bunch of personal effects like cell phones and wallets and stuff and Marcus has some pens and ask me to take them down to the bottom of the mountain and put them somewhere safe. I remember they give me all these items and I go to put them in my pockets to realize I am wearing a japanese schoolgirl sailor uniform. I think that is odd but remark “no wonder he wasn’t taking me seriously.” I try to tuck some of the items in the waistband of the skirt. Its a little uncomfortable but whatever.

I then look down off the top of the rock pillar and say “okay I have to fly down using just my leg rockets”. I jump off and practice a few times pushing energy and balancing upright. I then give one more push as I fall close to the ground. At ground level I find myself in a park/garden type area under a large cherry blossom tree. There is a sort of brick plaza around it on all sides and other flowers/plants growing in a neatly tended garden.

I leave all the phones and other personal effects there saying it will be easy to come back for them later and then fly back up. This should be the easy part as now I have my arms for control.

I start to fly up but at first have problems gaining altitude. I seem to be unable to get above maybe 10 or 15 meters no matter how hard I ‘push’. I intuitively say “Juice”, and I don’t know why I expect this voice command to work. (I think its meant to be a reference to the Expanse and the juice or the high-g acceleration drugs, and my mental logic is that saying that will allow my rockets to work better.) I say the command a couple more times along with some self encouragement and a few swear words and eventually seem to break free and start flying around. Its a bit uncontrollable. I fly up to the top of the rock pillar mountain. Now I seem to have the opposite problem, I’m flying around widldly with little control and constantly overcompensating.

I swing wildly above the top of the rock tower and start to accelerate uncontrollably. I roll around before I can fling myself away from the dream scene completely and push very hard with my arms to come to a relative stop. I remind myself that I have been flying in dreams for many years using the fire jets and I should not have any problems with controlling how I want to fly by now. After this positive affirmation my control is much better and I am able to set down on the top of the tower with little trouble.

Once landed I question why the Barrier, a relatively new ability seems to have perfect control while the fire jets still seem to be somewhat temperamental. I then notice that Manei and Marcus are gone. I want to have interactions with them and wonder where they went. Obviously dream persistence but I rationalize it away in-dream as them being shifted across a higher dimension. I say to myself something to the effect of “I cant see them but I can only see 3 dimensions.” I then remember that the barrier is a multidimensional hypersphere and wonder if I can use it to move across higher dimensions.

I bring up the barrier and start manipulating its properties. This causes the whole dreamworld to shift like one of those AI image animations that slowly morphs between different images. I lose the dream here and wake up.

I keep meaning to keep track of my dreams but this is the first one I could remember for awhile.

It was in first person and I have this feeling I was a spy on a misson. I'm not sure what the misson was- but it was at a mansion that was unguarded and I think someone was with me. I'm not sure if she was pyschailly there with me or we're talking by ear piece but she felt close by either way. Well anyway the thing is that someone I had to like open up a window from the outside and then when I tried to get inside I think the second time I had to fight the "son" (not sure if it was the millionare's real son, or not) off and rush inside a room where i think the millionare was already drugged (I don't know who did the drugging) but after I rushed into the room-i had to lock the door behind me and then I for some reason had to push the drugged millionare out of the window and then for some reason put a plunger on the guy's behind and then the dream ended because my body needed to go to the washroom and I didn't have time to go back to sleep.

Created Sunday 05 November 2023

It's been far too long since I shared anything on the forums. Time I fix that.

Scrap Group 1
In a condo complex during night. There was a group of people around, mostly of college age. There was talk of forming a DnD campaign. Everyone was very interested, though I was concerned it would've been too many players to be enjoyable for long. Judging from the builds people were spitballing, the group were really bad at optimization. At least two wanted to play Monks or awkward Monk multiclass, and one or two unironically thought the Champion was a powerful choice. For some reason, I started climbing up the wall of a three story building. I made it to the roof in mere seconds. Then, I tried to make a leap across to another building. The dream ended then and there. My waking thoughts were then muddled about DnD character optimization for some time.

Work stuff.

Dreamlet to dream. FA in bed. I suspected something was amiss. I look down at the mattress. But, instead of just seeing sheets, I find I was looking at a reflection of myself. This mirrored version was wearing black clothes, contrasted by the white ceiling. I was perplexed momentarily, before I asserted that this was indeed a dream state. I hurried up and out, only to walk into the void. The dream collapsed immediately. Re-entry a minute later, using calls to my guide as an anchor.

Dream 1 - Turbulant Fall, Calm Shore

The visuals were very dark. re-entry in bed. I call to my guide. As anticipated, E's voice echoed around me, first faintly, then more crescendo into dizzying volume. "This way", she repeated. "Over here". At first, her words seemed to be at the head of my mattress. It then shifted to my left. I roll towards there, and fall to the void. In doing so, the voice ceased.

I initially descended without much emotion; I've done this many times before. It seemed I was taking way longer than normal to see any change. To pass the time, I started yelling. Some concerns then made me notice my sleeping body, particularly in how I was sleeping on my side. To turn my attention away from this, I began screaming much more passionately, while I used my remaining strength to pivot into an elbow drop. Macho Madness, baby!

Wind resistance dramatically began to build up. Thinking to practice for the next DV Competition, I try plummeting so fast as to form plasma around me. Instead, I was shunted into a glowing wormhole, an ethereal tunnel swirling in violet and deep blue. I anticipated a warp, while still focusing intently on creating energy. This passage was also taking quite a bit of time. More doubts set in. I let out one final shout of defiance. It's then I noticed it was getting damp.

I promptly landed elsewhere. As I come to, I see I was ankle-deep in a shore. This was a shallow sea of calm waves, seemingly endless on all sides. The light of dawn glared in my eyes, almost muting all colors into grey; only faint traces of brown, red, yellow, and blue remained. A rush of emotions fluttered within me. Moist poignant was... nostalgia? I don't recall ever having seen anything like this, yet I felt as if I'd wistful memories here. This was accompanied with feelings of joy, melancholy, longing, and a strange foreboding. I had to collect myself quickly, lest I was completely given in.

For a moment, I was numbed. I needed to focus to steadily start feeling the cool water beneath me. I ambled slowly forward. As I did, I remembered I'd still not controlled an element. Guess water was it this run. Raising my arm, I tried raising a stream in kind towards my palm. To my surprise, I'd instead lifted up a colossal wave. It formed a few city block away, and was of like width. Wouldn't have taken much time to crash upon me. As it neared, I lowered my arm. The wave immediately settled down, and dispersed harmlessly. That's a relief.

I walked aimlessly for a bit longer. More unease lingered in the back of my mind. This brought feelings of guilt for some reason, as if I was unworthy to have this experience...

Before I could correct such thoughts, the dream fades. Another re-entry attempt, but it was inconclusive.

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1. Watching Shadows (LD)
I continue to walk around the various rooms of the building which appears to be an office building. There's a green hue throughout the rooms, and I continue to explore. I begin to reflect on how the area looks like the location of a previous lucid...
"This is a dream"
I'm lucid and take stock of what's in the immediate area. I continue to notice the slight greenish gray hue over the scene as well as a co-worker sitting at the desk in front of me.
"Hello dream An"
I think about engaging logic. I reflect on what he has on his desk. I then look at the shadows, and how they're being cast off of the chairs and tables slightly to the left. I notice that the shadows are actually quite accurate.
The lucidity fades.

2. Lightning Burst (LD)
I'm standing in front of the dining room table in the main house in Meadow. I begin to think about spotting the difference. It's pretty dim and I notice that the dining table is turned ninety degrees and has two large brown candles on it. I find it a bit strange. I become lucid and realize the dream is still continuing to form. I move slowly, repeating "I'm dreaming" quite a few times. I make a left and head down the hallways into the kitchen area. I decide to grab some chocolate in order to stabilize more. I figure I'll look in the cabinet to the left, and quickly find a bar, yet two thirds of it is eaten. I search for more and find one full one with many thick bulging sections along with a smaller square one. I decide to start exploring and look toward the family room area. I remember back to my meditation session in a past lucid and consider doing that. I take a few steps forward, continuing to think about where I want to explore, remaining in awe of the lucid feel and the environment in general. Suddenly, there's a massive burst of white light along with a loud thunderclap, seemingly coming from the left by the far window. The visuals soon go to void and I reflect on how I don't want to lose the dream. I take a bite of the chocolate bar and it's like in real life! I clearly taste the chocolate and apparently caramel that was in the center of the thick areas. I begin to feel myself waking up.

Day 3 (Tuesday 31.10) is not one I'm comfortable sharing, and I also remember very little of it. I experienced the dream as an invisible observer and played no part in it. Today's I remember a little better, but it is still two fragments. I believe I unexpectedly became lucid at the end.

A white, pink and grey house. It's a modern bungalow. A relative (grandfather?) of mine lives here. In the large kitchen-living room is a counter, black granite on top, pink sides. A variety of kitchen utensils on top of it include a shiny silver, tall teapot. Full-length windows wrap the side of the room that faces outside. It's snowy out there, some shrubs and spiky winter plants peeking through the snow under a blank white sky. I see that there are two small steps down from the glass door in pale beige stone. I remember running in and out of the house, hiding some objects or my own self in black and grey halls and behind doors. However the dream was overall a calm one. I remember sitting curled on the floor, reading. I remember modern white metal baskets and filing cabinets, supermarket bags full of clothes, and some piles of clothes on the floor. I remember conversation and a casually dressed man with longish dark brown hair and a small beard on his chin. I remember cooking, walking on a snowy road to get here. All the other recollections are too vague to be put into words. Faint fragments of emotions, flashes of images and indecipherable, tenth-of-a-second beeps of sound and glimpses of movement. I feel sorry to have forgotten what I feel was an eventful and interesting dream.

Later. A white box room, no windows or doors. Someone is in here with me. Suddenly I become aware that I am dreaming. Elated to have achieved lucidity, I want to test the limits of the dream and see what I can do. I think: 'how about flying?' and move my arms a little away from my sides. Then I am spiralling up into the air towards the ceiling of the small square. I can look down at the same time as I see myself from above, looking upwards to the ceiling. I feel an incredible rush of joy and lightness while my companion is looking up at me. But it's short lived. As I'm about to go through the ceiling I feel the dream slipping away from me. The scene itself seems to break away from my consciousness and spiral downwards into blackness until it disappears.

While losing my dream I saw my bedroom, with lights on, appearing. I don't know now if I woke up or fell into a deeper sleep. I remember waking up later, to the sound of my alarm, in darkness.

1. Super Speed (LD)
I head to the door of the dim room, away from the ladies I've been speaking to. I begin to think about dreaming and my awareness stirs. I open the door, walk through, and begin to recognize the balcony in the main house in Meadow. I'm lucid. I glide down and go out into the front yard. It's the middle of the night and a large crescent moon looms overhead. I slowly walk down the driveway and stop for a moment. I decide to slow, down, soak in my surroundings, and my sense of self within the environment. I walk notice what appears to be a baby stroller with a baby in it on the middle of the driveway. I decide to begin engaging logic while verbalizing what I'm seeing. The scene becomes extremely vivid, the crisp blue colors emanating throughout the nighttime dreamscape. I make comments about the cars passing by and what they're carrying on the rooves. One truck is carrying a few layers of some type of wood. I then turn to my right and decide to exploring farther down the road. I see several people walking on the sidewalk. There seem to be slight hues of green to the scene and I decide to move much more quickly down the road - I go for super speed. I remind myself that the scene is entirely my mind - it's all me. I begin to zoom at super fast speeds. The dream characters in front of me begin to blur a bit as I rapidly approach. I see a couple more pairs on the sidewalk as I zoom ahead, blurring by and begin to think of other LDers who must experience these things quite a bit. The scene soon fades into a void. I retain my sense of self within the void, expecting another dream to form. I stay here for a while, maintaining awareness. I slip into a non-lucid.


2. Hotel Room (LD)
I look toward the screen in the hotel, with my parents to the right on the bed. I think about what would happen if I viewed this as as dream, and used dream powers to show them something on the screen. I become lucid. I face my parents and begin thinking about things I could do in the dream. I turn toward the window, think about exploring a bit. I consider that the dream may fade, but ignore it and face through the way. The dream goes to void and I hand out in the void for a moment before phasing back in. I walk toward the opposite end of the hotel room. I head to the bathroom area and begin thinking of finding DCs to interact with. I begin heading toward the other end of the room. The dream slips into a non-lucid.

Went to bed around 12:00AM.

Messy Awakenings:
I have a false awakening on my couch (where I currently was sleeping in waking life).
My uncle J is sleeping nearby. My dad is there and tells me that I should move to the bed so I don't hurt in the morning.
I heed the advice and head to my bed. When I entered the room, my sister is in my bed and there are some blankets and pillows on the floor.
The room is larger than I recall in waking memory but I don't pick up on the inconsistency at the time.
So as not to disturb my sister, I lie down on the floor and go to sleep.
While I don't recall exactly, I think this is where I must have reality checked and became lucid, because I realized that I had just gone to sleep, so I should reality check.
I'm now lucid in this larger version of my bedroom. My first thought is to take a deep breath and try to stabilize the dream.
But I'm not lucid enough to follow through and start engaging the senses. I only get through the deep breath.
While I do start to think about the dream being 'biological virtual reality', I don't truly engage with the question deeply.
I see a window at the end of the room and remember that I want to go to a new landscape.
I recall the blink-and-snap method for traveling from a Daniel Love video.
I close my eyes, imagine a grassy forest environment, and snap my fingers.
The ground underneath me has transformed into AstroTurf, but no forest.
I lose lucidity shortly after this.
...
Sometime later, I've regained lucidity and I'm with a girl that I know is my sister's friend. We're at my Grandma's condo.

Spoiler for Spicy Content:

She's angry with me about something. Out of pocket, I say "Well obviously the solution is to blow me."
Surprisingly, she agrees. I'm pretty excited about this. Another girl shows up and joins her. I can see the details of their faces...and what is on them.

When the activities are over, I consider whether I actually did finish in waking life.
I'm concerned about that, but it also transfers to the dream. I hurriedly try to make my way to a bathroom to inspect myself.
I'm now at the top of the stairs at my grandma's current condo. As I head down the stairs, it makes a lot of noise to my dismay.
But luckily it doesn't alert anyone.
I find a side door that I think leads to the bathroom.
There is an in-between passage that has another set of doors past it. There is a black poodle dog in here.
My sister is hot on my heels, and she chases me into the room.
But I hide behind the door as it opens (that's a classic trick of mine) and she doesn't find me. The dog gets a bit crunched as the door opens, but it doesn't mind.
After this I sneak my way to the bathroom to inspect, but I lose lucidity along the way.

Recorded at 1:08AM.

War Games:
I'm in a war. In the moment, it felt like a training camp, but later the dream treated it as if it had been actual combat.
I'm with a group of people, perhaps a platoon. The area is sandy and surrounded by wooden walls on all sides.
We're running forward trying to reach cover. The cover is on the left, and there is an enemy soldier sitting on a chair on the right.
I can't recall, but I may have attempted to shoot the soldier in the chair as I ran for the cover.
...
I'm in a room. We've lost the war, so I'm being held there as a prisoner.
I'm thinking about whether my friends are OK and what will happen to us.
TH from somewhat recently at work in waking life arrives at my holding area.
He is there to tell me that the others are OK.
Then, back to isolation.
...
Sometime later my niece shows up at the back window (the window is up high, since the room is partially underground).
I try to hide under a desk in the room because I don't want her to have to deal with her uncle being imprisoned.
She doesn't find me.
...
A phone in the room rings and I answer. The person on the line tells me that there might be a chance of me getting out.
There is a form that I can fill out and if done correctly I can leave isolation.
I pickup the form and go outside to where the guards are outside.
I approach them and ask what my options are.
One part of the form is asking whether I actually killed any enemy combatants.
I honestly couldn't recall if I had killed the man in the chair, and the guards seemed compassionate to my memory inaccuracy.
...
I'm in a cafeteria eating, so perhaps they let me go.

Recorded at 7:53AM.

Bathroom Wonder:
I'm in my childhood home, it is about highschool timeframe.
My friend DR is visiting, and my brother and him are across the hallway playing Super Mario Bros Wonder in the basement living room.
I'm in the downstairs bathroom, trying to rub one out. I recall thinking that I had been playing Zelda Twilight Princess recently (but I'm not sure why this detail is here).
The toilet I am sitting at is on the opposite wall that it should be,
I can hear my brother and DR talking about how good of a game Wonder is, in terms of the level design and how the music interacts with it.

Recorded at 7:53AM.

940 words for the night.

Went to bed around 11PM.

Ascending:
I'm in the garage of my childhood home talking to someone.
I don't recall what prompted it, but I start to perform a string of hand and nose reality checks.
Interestingly the first few checks act as I would expect in waking life. Maybe my brain was doing some next-level deception to distract me.
But then on the last nose reality check I can breathe. I become lucid.
I do an extra hand reality check to verify and it confirms that I am dreaming.
Linus from Linus Tech Tips is there in the garage, and he says "Great job becoming lucid!"
I think this might have been my brain attempting to invoke "Lucid Dream Tech Support" from Daniel Love's writings.
There are a few others there congratulating me, but I can't recall who.
I go outside through a side opening that isn't there in waking life.
The grass is long and very deep green. The world in general is dark and dim.
I try to increase the dream's brightness by requesting it outloud, but nothing happens.
I see that the moon in the sky is huge and bright.
I decide to start flying towards the moon, taking off superman-style.
As I fly, I recall that the scene is similar to that of the finale in the PC game, Everhood.
I think about how it would be fun to play the soundtrack from the game here.
I can hear the music I want to play in my head, but I can't remember what it is called.
In the dream, I falsely named it 'Ascending Heaven' and asked for it to play.
The song I had in my head was called 'Reconciliation' but even that was wrong for the scenario.
The song from the game that actually would have fit is called 'Euthanasia Rollercoaster'.
This doesn't work, but it plays something else I don't recognize.
As I accelerate to the moon, I lose my way (and maybe some lucidity too) and end up at my elementary school.
The school is just down the street from my home, so it sorta makes sense.
I'm flying high above the playground, now on a metal ring. Sorta like Goku on the flying nimbus.
The ring isn't slippery, so I don't struggle to stay on.
There is a full-on medieval war happening far below. I see two armies locked in combat.
I focus on an old man wizard wielding a staff, and then he sees me looking down.
Despite the supposed distance, he jabs into the air and strikes the metal ring and starts to pull on it.
I shake him off and dodge, but I lose lucidity shortly after.

Recorded at 12:26AM.

445 words for the night.

October 30th
The Playground (LD)
I’m on the second floor of a fairly large structure looking out at the yard below. There appear to be a couple of large pools, to the left and right as well as some deer to the right side of the field. The pools remind me slightly of Meadow. It looks like Meadow…but these pools are too large… I begin to float through the window and outside into the daylight. I put right hand in front of me and begin to inspect it. It looks very realist and I see all of the texture of the skin as well as noticeable scars. The scars…aren’t in the right place…I’m dreaming. I become lucid and float down to the ground. I float down into the area in the center of the yard which I recognize as a playground. I head into the middle of the center structure which is constructed of tan plastic material. Several kids are coming through one of the tunnels toward me. I remember my dream goal of asking the dream what will improve my life. I ask the dream directly, yet don’t get a response. I ask one of the kids coming through the center structure but he responds:
“I don’t know”.
I then see a kids I recognize:
“You’re smart…what would make my life better”
“I don’t know”
I ask a third kid, but get the same response. I let the next kid simply go through the area, then enter the center from my side, transitioning through it. I see two young girls to the left as I move through. I ignore this group of kids and exit to the far end of the playground. I wake up.

October 18th, 2023
Midnight Boat (LD)
I roll my memory back to the previous scene in which the narrator was explaining that the people working are from South America. I turn to H. That doesn’t make any sense. How could these people be from South America- were joy in South America. I go for a noseplug. This is a dream! I’m excited as I look toward H sitting next to me on the boat. I have a big smile, and she turns to her left smiling back at me. I turn toward the front of the boat and take in the view of the rows of seats in the dim light. The scene grows dark rapidly and I take a few steps forward, farther into the boat. I imagine a chocolate bar being in front of me, and as I reach down, I quickly find a bar. It’s quite large, probably a foot long by eight inches wide and I undo the foil wrapper by peeling it back. I take a bite, yet it doesn’t have much taste. I continue to take a couple more steps toward the front of the boat, but begin to feel my body. I soon wake up.

Mirrors And Couches (LD)

I look into a mirror and intensive my practice of illusory body. My awareness begins to raise and I go for a nose plug. I’m lucid. I turn and head into the scene beyond me which is essentially a large square one story room in the dim of night. There are several white couches in the room around the perimeter of the majority of the room. I float into the room and the scene begins to dim rapidly. I begin to rapidly rub around the surfaces of the scene, engaging my tactile sense. I begin to feel my waking body. I soon wake up.

I don’t really remember where this dream began. As the memory is sort of cyclical and I feel like the end of this dream was also the beginning. I’m going to start at what I think was the actual chronological beginning of the dream. Edit: there was some fire jets flying involved somewhere but I dont remember where.

I recall I was in a sort of outdoor fair/festival type thing. A bunch of dream figures are set up at card tables and portable tents in a crumbling parking lot in a wooden nature preserve. I am there and I am fully lucid.

I see who looks like my old Taekwondo instructor sitting at a table. He is dressed oddly. His hair and beard are long and unkempt and he wears a black beanie hat and hoodie like a homeless person or criminal, but still has his same personality. He is selling a bunch of dreamcatchers in various sizes. I study them looking over the offerings trying to find one that I like. There is one, the ring is dark brown with lighter brown thread making up the web and complex beads and agates dangling from below that bind in the feathers.

I decide against it because this is a dream and there would be no sense in buying an item that would not be there when I am awake. (Not entirely true because my dreams do have persistence and dreamcatchers have utility in the dream space for dealing with nightmares) I then meet another dream figure who starts talking to me. He is tall and broad shouldered, with short dark hair. I think he might be jonathan but intuitively I know he is not. I can kind of sense his energy and he’s a minor dream figure. The dream figure comes up to me and says.

“You know theres three types of people I really hate in this world. Social Security collecting trump voters who drive trucks with multiple steering wheels, Karens and Taekwondo instructors.”

“Hey now. My taekwondo instructor was one of the best people I ever knew. You probably just had a bad one.”

“No. All of them are bad. They have no respect.”

“Well you have to earn their respect. Were you a bad student?”

“I don’t have to take that from you. They’re all bad people because they don’t know how to find jesus.” But he flinches in a sort of guilty way. I can kind of ‘read his energy’. He was a bad student.

“Listen.” I speak sternly and make my posture firm. “My taekwondo instructor was one of the few genuinely good people I ever knew in life. I’m not letting anyone make assertions like that in my dream..”

“Your dream? No this is MY Dream! I just learned how to lucid dream and you’re just a dream character so I can say and do whatever I want!”

“Set barrier arc vector offset to my left pointer finger. Radius decimal one.”

The purple barrier appears around my finger as requested with a radius of ten centimeters. About the size of a basketball.

“What?” The dream character asks, looking at my finger pointing at him.

“Collision on. Offset velocity ten meters per second.”

The barrier shoots off the tip of my finger. Not bullet fast but like ‘car on a residential street’ speeds. During our conversation me and the dream character walked inside of an incomplete building. It had no roof and the walls were just timber framing with unfinished drywall on the inside. The barrier impacts the dream character in the stomach pushing him along through the air. He smashes through the drywall and timber and flies through the woods several dozen meters until he is above the shore of a lake.

“Stop.” The barrier stops moving away. “Roll pi radians.” It rotates. The dream figure is still in the same position with the barrier on his stomach but hes holding onto it now, but now the barrier has rotated to put him upside down, dangling head first over the lake. “Disable barrier shield.” The barrier blinks out and the troublesome dream figure falls headfirst into the lake.

“...And I have been doing this for fifteen years. Get gud.”

Marcus appears. He puts me in an altered state of consciousness and shows me the experience from the ‘other lucid dreamers’ point of view, saying that the dream figure was me because every dream figure is me in a way. It’s interesting because from his point of view the barrier was invisible, and thats why he was confused.

“If this is the state of affairs every lucid dreamer will be too arrogant to realize when the first shared dreaming event occurs because they will think they are the only lucid dreamer. What I don’t understand is why I didn’t see the barrier.”

“It’s invisible to normal humans but glows at 128 nanometers wavelength because thats the spacing between the spacetime convection cells. That spacing invokes the casimir effect pulling photons of that wavelength from the great tapestry. It doesn’t have to glow but I like to be able to see what I’m doing.”

“You see there are two types of dream control. Left brain and Right brain. Now you have learned both. Someone else will probably try to classify it but since lucid dreaming is an emerging science they will probably make a cursed classification system like the HR diagram is for stars since they don’t understand it. I will hate to read that book but someone who thinks they know more than they know will probably write it soon.” Marcus states.

The dream scene has focused on our conversation and morphed to my middle school gymnasium. I decide I don’t want to have a school dream so I do some kind of vague dream control to change the scene. I find myself in a forest.

It is late autumn and most of the leaves are in a carpet on the ground. The trees produce helicopters like maple trees but they are reddish orange. I play with them on the ground for a bit trying to stabilize the dream better. There is a fresh layer of the reddish orange helicopters over an older layer of dead brown leaves. I think that I am a little bit cold but not too uncomfortable, seeing that I am wearing shorts and literally nothing else.

I walk around for a bit as the forest turns to pine trees and I am now walking on a dirt trail that runs along a lake. I do some of the typical poking and prodding with my dream body just experimenting how it reacts to different things before I start sprinting along the trail. I shout for other dream figures but seem to be alone.

Eventually I come to this boardwalk which bridges over a swamp/wetland area. The boardwalk has a sort of platform off to the side with a bunch of gymnastics bars on it and a big plywood box about 2m cubed thats filled with water. I get the intonation that this is like a park near where my aunt and uncle live. It is a pretty standard nature trail but it has a number of “exercise stations” along the way. There are pull-up bars and balance beams and all that type of stuff. I play around on them doing all kinds of moves and positions that would either require years of serious training or probably not even be humanly possible at all. I take note that I don’t really have any pain or difficulty doing this, aside from some tightness in my chest and difficulty breathing. I make a mental note that thats the “crappy waking body” dealing with asthma, and its bleeding through into the dream.

I remember a little girl walked up to me and asked me about the crate of water. She said it was supposed to be a water filtration system for her village and I shouldn’t be playing on it. I apologize and she offers to lead me back. I woke up here, but a conflicting memory also tells me that this scene led into me arriving at the art festival scene where the dream began.