lucid

Catching up on my DV dream journals, posting one LD for now instead of getting hampered trying to do one huge post compiling everything up to date.

Sat, 30 Jul 2016:

~~!! Late a.m. !! Using GF incubation MILD, what I'd do got my mind thinking dreamy possibilities: Another later morning success around 7am!~~

There is this 2 part flying spaceship-like craft, I realize after first thinking it was two separate ships, one smaller with 2 pilots and a large one with many crew and passengers perhaps. The smaller part is trying to pilot the craft out of danger and I'm down below on a platform in a giant rectangular water reservoir of some kind like an enormous swimming pool. Someone is flooding it with a ton of water all of the sudden and my platform is being swung around wildly in the water. I call up to the people in the ship what is being done and that's when I see it is 2 parts connected and I see lots of crew/people in the larger section below the smaller section. The platform I'm on is pushed against a rocky wall with vines hanging down and I start thinking I should climb out and then get the more dreamy idea that it will be easy, and then heck I can just fly up out of here. I climb with ease and then fly andI am very joyful I have been liberated from a dire situation into a lucid dream!!! I am just away from the edge and don't hesitate to jump out over the turbulent pool and think about how wow I'm really sure I can fly over it and not fall in and then I suppress some emerging doubt (Sivason's lesson: http://www.dreamviews.com/dream-yoga/139475-advanced-skill-1-suppressing-emerging-thoughts.html ) that could drop me down and make me lose lucidity, and I move on with confidence! I fly up to a few smaller buildings and then up to a larger building to see what's going on inside. Nothing interesting to see really. I start to get a few dreamscene fades where the whole scene is dropping out but I use the seeding ideas based on Sivason's but the opposite effect, flowering them instead of suppressing them - there is a time for each... and the ideas from Daniel Love about seeing patterns in things and I stabilized. I am getting very good at bringing back the same building or a building that looks a lot like the building that just faded away. I'm thinking about this while I do it and I am amazed at how well it is working and how clear my thinking is. Perhaps this is one benefit to late morning when you are closer to getting up for the day your head is more clear but the dreams tend to be more wispy so we need to incubate them and to feed them and keep them going with seeds of thoughts like "oh that didn't fade I see a tree emerging I see it for me…here!" and "that pattern over there even if that pattern is not there yet I create it and it grows." Before long my scene is stabilized. I am floating down a residential street with large 2 and 3 story properties and I see an old guy walking and I have a slight thought regarding messing around with him in some way but I decided instead to talk to him and see if he seems like an intelligent DC. I greet him and he says his name something like John Clare. I asked him what he represents and even think as I'm saying it in the dream, I think to myself that the question is not very clear if you're trying to ask something about your subconscious. The answer was he was an astronaut. I think about the astronaut reference recently in waking life and figure that's where this answer must have come from. It was an astronaut speaking on TV. I look up at this large two-story apartment house it seems it has a fairly large flame and smoke coming out the back right corner. I think I can be a hero in my dream and I fly down to see what's going on. The room next to it and the one before it look completely unfazed and I knock on the windows and tell the occupants there's a fire in the next room and I start heading down toward the fire. When I get to the window with the fire I can't see anything so I fly down to the entrance and go in the house and tell the mother of the house that they have a fire up in one of the rooms and I flew up their staircase and up to the room and lead a few other younger folks out from upstairs and down. The mother comes up and I see a tampon pad and say someone must have lit it but it looks like it's under control now. The mother says some of these birds were already here. We all head downstairs and as I'm about to leave I tell her "sure you can show your appreciation

Spoiler for sexual content:

by giving me a nice blow job."

There is another beauty across the way and she gets my attention. The mother, good looking in a "girl next door" kind of way starts

Spoiler for sexual content:

going at my ahem

as if to bring my thoughts back to her. I tell the other one she can jump on, in a moment, but the scene starts fading and I seed the thought that she has walked over to me and hopped on and I can feel it a bit before I fade completely back to bed smiling big!

The day after I noted in my dream journal: "Try heavy visualization and incubation again for late morning chance…"

False Awakening
Lucid
Non-Lucid

Sometimes I can't recall the actual order of the dream because it all feels the same. Anyway. I'll tell it in the way that makes the most sense. Jack always wears blue and black, though this time he also had a grey vest. He appears in uniform, police or military. He has dark hair and pale skin. He's always my friend but is sometimes more.
I wake up in my house but it feels strange. I can't figure out why exactly but I know I don't like it. It's like having a word on the tip of your tongue. Anyway, I get out of bed and I wander down the hallway. I glance over my shoulder and it's only when I realize the master bedroom is swapped with the other bedroom that I know I'm dreaming. There's a subdued sense of relief and I make my way to the front door. Instead of being on the east wall it's on the north end, and it feels so damn familiar. I know I've been here before. I push the front door open and frigid winter air greets me. I'm delighted when I find it's snowing. I can feel the air and the sharp bite of the snowflakes melting on my cheeks. There's a white crosshatch gate. I open it and climb out onto a massive snowdrift, laughing and spinning in a circle. My neighbor crosses the lawn and I wave. He gives me a small smile and ducks his head against the icy wind. This does nothing to dampen enthusiasm and I throw handfuls of snow into the air in wild exultation.

Suddenly I am back in bed. I experience a moment of vertigo as I sit up. It's only when I realize that the two bedrooms of my apartment have switched places that I know I'm dreaming. Still, it is a distant realization. I move toward one of the two closets and look inside, there is an old washer and dryer set in there. I back out and see Jack there. I should be clear though, I only know it's Jack in retrospect. I have been doing this a lot lately. Depression makes me indistinct and so my recurring dcs are indistinct. I know him because he is wearing blue and black, as Jack always does, and because he feels the same way. He's the right build, though I never see his face.
I recognize him, standing in front of the other closet. He is mine.
He shows me the new washer and dryer set in the second closet, though I have already seen it. It's like a game. I turn to kiss him and get an impression of pale skin and black hair, also very much Jack.

There's a lapse. A very stark lapse. I'm in a dim hospital. Jack was a police officer who was killed on duty. All of his friends gather in vigil around the room containing his body bag. I can't quite believe he's dead and I wander away from the sober scene, all those uniforms gathered in chairs around the room. That is the only reason I survive.

The hospital is so very still in the late hours of the night. Dim. Quiet. The recently dead become quick, nimble zombies pouring down the hallways in waves. I hear them before I see them and have a moment of intense annoyance and disbelief. Of fucking COURSE there are zombies. Why the fuck not.
I run away. I realize I'm barefoot. I can feel the doors under my hands as I push them open, and the rush of night air that greets me. And the sound of the undead pouring out in my wake. I almost lose my lucidity and think I have to find MY car. Then I think "No, you're lucid. ANY car will work. PICK ANY CAR." I don't get to find out if that is true. I run for a car, the zombies coursing around me like I'm a wide river stone. I pull a car door open---

My vision...fluctuates. I try to focus. It's hard to say how I do it. It feels like I'm looking up, like I'm willing my eyes to close? I find myself in a motorcycle shop with a familiar blond, bearded man in a leather vest. I immediately start to cry. "Where am I?" I ask him. "How did I get here?"
I move around the counter as I ask these questions, my eyes straying to the tv mounted on the wall behind him. I ask but I already know that he saved me from the onrush of zombies. He asks me if I've seen a certain documentary, or heard of a series of experiments. I know of it in a distant way, but it still feels like I'm lying when I say I've seen it and he seems to know it is a lie. He explains that the undead are everywhere and they managed to pull me here, though it is unclear if I will turn.

A family moved into a house that I thought my family some how owned. In reality it didn't resemble any home or any people I know, lol. Someone had died & the family was pillaging the enormous estate & house of all of it's goods. I thought they had my dog. I told them I had given them my dog because I could no longer care for them. I even asked Mike if I could get my dog back. He said we are in a good place now & Meesha & him would get along. I went & looked for my dogs pedigree papers & was distracted & looked up.There were suddenly these balconies & I was standing in what looked like a theater. In the balconies were people w/ the same kinds of dogs as mine was. It looked like they were waiting for their turns in some sort of dog show. I then new I was dreaming & became lucid. I was overwhelmed w/ the reality that my dog had died many years ago & I just wanted to wake up. I looked at the dog they had there & realized it wasn't him. Then I woke up.

This was one of those dreams that wake you up out of sadness. But I reminded myself that once I leave this life I will get to see him again so all will be okay.

1. I'm in the living room on M street, and sit down on the couch. I think that I haven't had an LD in a while, so I decide to close my eyes and fall aleep as a family member is working on a computer across the room. I begin drifting to sleep in the dream thinking about lucid dreaming. I find myself in another building walking down a corridor and through a door. As I pass through the doorway, my awareness raises and I realize I'm in a dream. I begin flying at rapid speed speed down various corridors and into different rooms. I finally enter a slightly larger room with a stage and some people sitting on stools at tables eating dinner. It resmebles some type of lounge with a live band. I remember back to a dream goal I had wanted to test out, and decide to call out to the dream: "What is my greatest joy?". I await a response, but nothing comes for quite a bit. I decide to wait it out. I'm really interested in a response, but feeling let down by the dream narration when a sudden answer comes. In a ridiculous voice sounding like Kermit The Frog, the awareness behind the dream call out to me in a rapid, sarcastic tone: "...Mac and Cheese...". my lucidty breaks for a short period.
*Later on I ended up waking up for a WBTB and was laughing my ass off from this

I end up back in the living room in M street by the couch. I tell myself that instead of getting up I'm going to sit and go to sleep to have more lucid dreams. I think - without lucidity - that the previous experience was awesome. I sit and close my eyes.

2. I find myself walking down a corridor once again and suddenly realize I'm in a dream. I begin moving through the corridors at a incredibly fast pace in increments, like 'zooming' through all the scenes. I think back to a post in which Zoth posted a video describing this tech. I have good control over the super quick movements, and am blasting my way through all the corridors in the dreamscape. I notice that I can start a mental command similar to a woosh which reverberates into the scene which helps with the zooming. I combine this with quick intermittent movement of my legs and arms, as though sprinting in very short intervals. I once again enter the room from the previous lucid and appraoch the people eating dinner from their high circular tables by the stage. I see that they're eating chicken legs. I'm feeling super hungry, and decide to eat some. I begin eating one quickly and it tastes and feels incredibly vivid; the texture and taste are about 90% similar to waking life. I gnaw on the end of the bone and actually feel the end of the bone crunch and taste it. My front two teeth become very sensitive, and I actually feel discomfort on my teet from it. I decide to stop using dream time in this area, and leave the couples after the second table. I head out of the room and zip down another corridor practicing the dream zooming tech. After a couple corridors,
I wake up - in a non-lucid dream - in M street on the couch. I decide to get to writing the dreams down right away in order to not forget them; I feel that they were awesome. I head into the next room and begin to tell family members that I just had a few lucid dreams.

*First LD of night forgotten upon waking.

I went to sleep early last night & got up late. I took my meds only at the beginning of the night at 9pm & fell asleep about 10:15 so it may be why my mind was opened up more. I also cut way back on my smoking a week ago because Mike & I are working towards quitting. I'm actually really grateful for not being foggy, regardless of the fear I experienced at times during the following entries.

My first experience of the night. I was sleeping & Mike had left earlier for work so this was probably around 6am. I started sleeping on my back in February or March but somehow I ended up on my stomach. I felt the all to familiar feelings of terror as I felt my body being forcefully pushed down into my bed & I couldn't move at all. Sleep paralysis is something I am all too familiar with. It seemed to go on forever. Eventually I was able to move & woke up to go smoke half a cig. I then went back to my bed to try to have an OOB/AP experience. I laid back down & tried to raise my vibrations but I've been sick & what is usually an easy thing for me to do was not happening at all. This is where I interject that ethereal entities are drawn to ppl when they are sick or deeply depressed. I am not depressed my any means but we all know I have been sick.... I then fell back to sleep.

I awoke again to being held down again but this time it felt like a prepubescent male about 12 which disturbed me on a whole other level. I can't explain how I felt this but maybe it will make some sense later on as you read... I felt scared at first but also confused. I've never encountered some entity that I would consider to be some kind of lost confused soul of some sort. I didn't feel like he meant anything bad but I still had some real fear present because entities can do things like impersonate a being that you wouldn't fear. Anyway, I finally came out of the sleep paralysis & got up to pee & went back to sleep again. (Side note: I was on my side when this all occurred which is also not very common for me. And also the phrase, "prepubescent male" is not a phrase I use yet I felt strongly about saying it this way.)

I awoke again on my side w/ the same feeling of this boy on me. It was like he was trying to scare me for some reason but now I'm not scared at all. Instead I feel bad for him. I can tell this time I can attempt to move like before when I had an OOB/AP but I tried to roll in the opposite direction than I normally do towards Mike's side of the bed in hopes of seeing him. But I just roll over & sit up. Nothing occurs. I then go to pee again & go back to sleep.

This time I have no sleep paralysis at all but enter a dream state. I feel the weight of this boy yet again in my dream state. He's looking at me & just trying to scare me. I became full blown lucid at this point. He is freaking out because I can see him. He is confused. He told me that no-one ever sees him. I said, "well I sure see you, why were you holding me down" he said he was trying to scare me but doesn't know why. He just sounds like a kid doing something kid like. Like he was getting a kick out of it as a sort of game. I'm in his house I think but I'm not sure. I'm in a bed there & the house looks old. I start walking around & the fixtures & everything is old not like a modern house might be. He's walking w/ me but he seems not fully solid to me but close, really close. Other people are there like a family. Eventually one by one the others start to see him too & he's excited & scared all at once. I feel like his guide or something. Like I'm supposed to help him or I'm here for a purpose that is his, not mine. Of course I think as a bi-product it has helped me in some way. The people seemed confused too & not much is really said. I then woke up.

I'm not sure why these kinds of things happen to me but I think maybe the boy in particular was there for a reason. I have been studying medium-ship for a while now & reading stories by mediums of real life sessions w/ ppl & the afterlife. I'm highly sensitive to ppl & feel energies. I've had OOB's/AP's. I've had encounters w/ 2 family members that have passed & I see my dead dog in my home. I'm always having strange urges to tell someone about something that will help them & I pass it on to them. I know when ppl are coming to my house a lot via dreams or feelings. Hence, I'm quite intuitive. I also am very in-tune to vibrations. I've been studying Spiritualism, which is not Religion so please don't confuse them. I'm very interested in Energy Healing & Spiritual Healing. I'd like to learn one or both. As of a week ago I have cut back on my smoking because of a strong feeling I have that this is blocking me. But in the end this is my weird life. I think I've been led down this path after so much strange & unusual turmoil in my life. Like I had to go through all of that to get to here. This is a great advantage to not being a young person anymore. With age comes wisdom & insight.

Last night bed 9pm - 2:50 am

2x300 alpha GPC 2:57 am
2x4 pure Galantamine 4:05 am

Had some breakfast, read the TOTM thread, poked around the forum and chat.

Went on a sofa right after taking GM at 4:05 am

1hr30 min long lucid. Had 3 distinct breaks in it when I felt my whole head be cold and buzzing, instead of the usual top back of the head.

Fell asleep immediatelly. Had a lucid even lasting till 5:49 when I decided to wake up to remember it better. But I didn't get up, went back to sleep.

Didn't do anything major, so I'm just gonna write some bullet points.

1. All 3-4 parts of the lucid event were in same part of the town where my gramma lived. At night. Not very inviting place, I wanted to get out of there badly.

2. Lots of looking up at the stars realizing that I never do it so happy that I finally did. It was beautiful with lots of stars.

3. Looking for the moon wanting to fly there. I was hoping that having a target will make it easier to fly, because I was having trouble flying.

First I only flew at hight of some small trees. Hitting the branches as going through them. Remembering another lucid when it felt more real. Grabbing on to branches, climbing up higher, then doing the same at the next tree to go higher again.

Then I blew up a weather balloon and it was helping me to float a little bit.

4. Major breakthrough - when it was dark either during the transition or after, I "opened my eyes" first time sucessfully and actually saw. Once I wished I was flying by a nebula, but I don't think I saw a nebula. I was opening my eyes slowly but without much resistance.

5. I remembered what sageous said about higher level lucids and memory. So I told myself where I live, town I grew up in and that I am at home sleeping on a sofa. When I woke up, town names were correct.

6. I remembered the TOTM. I wanted to find the olympic couldron but the lucid was ending and I didn't remember it in the next one.

I don't remember any more. Last 20 or so minutes before I woke up were spent looking for sex, but I don't think it was lucid. I remember me wanting to test how touch feels differently in a lucid, so I asked a girl if I can feel her boobies. She said yes and I did.

I will add more if I remember it.

The non-lucid part after I went back to sleep. I was in small cafeteria of my old school, again looking for sex. Ended up talking to some girl students and being nostalgic after my old school. Then I was telling a group of them about lucid dreaming, but they were more interested in listening to someone who had zero experience but he had some fantastic claims about something related. I let them be.

I run an art academy for troubled kids. One boy of 15 is scarily talented and destined for fame. He promises the students that if he becomes a big artist he will come back and wisk them all away.

But in walks my cousin. She seduces the boy. He loses all interest in art. We all know he now will never amount to anything more than a sex slave for an old nympho lady. My cousin and the boy hop into a car and peel out of the academy.

The other students and I refuse to let her steal him. We can’t give chase because we have no vehicles. We do have a few little red toy jeeps. Standing in the yard it very slowly dawns that this whole situation could be a dream. I look at the students worried faces and decide that if this is a dream I will do everything in my lucid power to rescue our artist.

I take a plastic toy car and place the palms of my hands on the door. I slowly slide my hands in opposite directions along the vehicle and it lengthens. I smile and think, “we ARE dreaming”. I continue to enlarge the vehicle until a bunch of students can fit inside. I do the same to the second toy car. Another batch of students climb into it. They all leave.

But I have no vehicle. “I need a car.” I say to the dream. Another toy vehicle appears but it looks like a miniaturized child’s car bed instead of a battery operated toy car. It’ll do. I lengthen the toy just enough for me to sit on it. I think for it to move forward. It goes, jerkily at first, then smooths out the faster I go. I catch up to the other two vehicles. We see the artist far ahead of us pull into driveway.

We all pull into the drive and are met by a giant black bear that will not let us pass. The bear is chained up. The students will be safe. I super leap into a tree to see where my cousin went. She has turned into a crusty old farmer who drags the boy toward the barn. I look down and see the grass is cut into C shapes and they slide and shift into curvy patterns. They mean something but I don’t have time to decipher.

I jump down to the bear. It rears and is a good 4 feet higher than me. I leap up and hover before its face, place my hand on its forhead and sing, “All is well, all is well, all is well, to you I tell.” The bear calms and flops lazily onto the ground. Some kids stay with the bear. Others come to rescue the artist.

We get to the barn just in time to see a pick up truck speed across the field. The students run back for their car. I pick up a stick and hold it in both hands behind and across my butt. I sit on the stick and lift into the air as if on a swing. I fly along in this manner close behind the truck. The students in the car catch up. They want a flying swing as well. I tell them to hop on a stick and fly along. They do, but ride theirs as a witch will ride a broomstick.

We catch the old farmer and the boy going into a concert hall but they escape when security confronts us. I have no time for this and push them backwards. They blink out of existence with a strange bwooping sound like defeated video game baddies. We rush into the concert and split up to find the artist. I’m far too impatient to search so sit and whisper, “Find me.” The artist steps out of the crowd and sits by my side. I tell him this is a dream and I demand he tell me what he really is. He only ever gives me cryptic replies like, “I am somewhere.” Or “I am dark matter.” When he asks who I really am I tell him, “I am the Walrus.” We both laugh.

He never tells me who he is and eventually we get lost in the concert music.

Dream from Sept 21st
7 hours sleep

Recall was for the most part bad. Too much waking life crap going on which I'm having trouble keeping off my mind during the night.

Lots of sex scenes spread over the night after a fairly long absence. So I'll just make the rest of this entire DJ entry into a spoiler.

Spoiler for many sexual scenes:

+(f) sex outside by a river? Then a scene of a girl pulling stuff out of her mouth?

+ close up view of the process of a sword being sharpened by laying it on a bed of fist-sized rocks and rubbing rocks and things on top of it. Sitting at a table and I want the guys at the table to take a look at my sister's (instrument) and I pull it out and hold it in my hands and look at the strings and try to figure out which string it was I wanted adjusted/replaced, I want to pass it around the table but I know my sister would probably hate that, I ask her and she says "Oh, so they can ruin it like they did with <some other thing>?"

+(f) <perform an impossible sexual stunt>

+ I'm in a dark bedroom, my friend MR has brought a girl for sex? I get a brief glimpse of her, I close my laptop (which has pictures displaying on the top of the closed cover? 2nd time that's happened), I'm standing in the dark bedroom and turn around and the bed is empty, I believe that I can will the girl to return simply by expecting it, I open the covers and get into the bed but she never returns

+(f) outside daylight suburban street scene: I see some odd animals and insects. Some "bunny" is on the road with people around it and they're goading it to do something? I see some small thing like a mouse in its mouth and the rabbit is shaking its head vigorously.

+ LD#204 LUCIDD (<- my new DV-search-friendly keyword for finding lucid dreams in my DJ) #204 I'm about to try doing an <impossible sexual stunt> and, remember that I did this earlier in a dream, If I can do this, that means I'm dreaming... and it works, and I get lucid, and I continue for a bit. I stop and get up and there are people at the door (a man?). I'm in my CH sister's bedroom. Then a woman enters and her top is open and and she gets down and continues the fun. I first try to stabilize by noticing the surroundings, the floor is littered with clothing, I look at it and touch it there is a pile of red cloth there (a shirt?), but I soon wake up once she starts.

+(f) I see a line up of girls who will be participating in the porn shoot in the next room? I go to the next room and some people direct the girls to get into position there in the scene

It’s daytime and I’m driving a white motorcycle in what appears to be an Indonesian city. I’m driving on the left side of the road. I decide to stop my bike on the side of the road. I think I may be dreaming, but I’m not sure yet and I don’t want to take any chances, considering that I’m driving a motorcycle. I try to push my fingers through my palm and it works. I instantly realise that I am indeed dreaming. I decide to get up from the bike. The whole steering section has just vanished, allowing me to dismount very easily. I continuously re-push my finger through my palm and keep telling myself that I’m dreaming. I think of other things that I can do to stabilise the dream. I’m doing good so far. I might even win the challenge with werty52 to have a 5 minute long lucid. I decide to strengthen the dream by focusing on my senses. I drop to the ground and run my hands over the sand that’s on the ground. The sense of touch is very realistic. It feels awesome. Throughout the dream I feel some excitement, but I contain it.

I am in a room somewhere inside. I have the feeling it’s an Indonesian room somehow. I feel the need to RC (perhaps because I feel like I’ve had a FA, though I’m not sure anymore) so I try to push my finger through my palm and it works. I realise I’m dreaming again. I consider what to do for a moment. I don’t have any real goals, any actions to undertake. I walk over close to a wall. Then I crouch down on the ground, placing my hands on the ground as well. I decide to let myself phase through the ground. I know that normally this is done with the wall, but ah, whatever. Without putting any conscious effort into it, I slowly start sinking into the ground. I wonder what will await me on the other side. I get about halfway through when I hear a sound that throws me off guard. I assume it to be from the waking world, though I’m not certain. It’s the sound of a mobile food vendor coming by.

I’m in a similar, or perhaps the same room again. I’m seated in a comfy chair. I’m already considering that I might be dreaming again and perform the finger through palm technique. I’m not fully convinced by the results, because my finger goes through at the edge of my palm, making me doubt whether it really went through or just along the side. For some reason I can’t make it out very clearly. A bit in the distance are two white people, a guy and a girl my age. They come over to talk. I’ve never met before. Now I’m performing the same RC over and over, while trying to have a conversation with 2 strangers and trying to make a good first impression. The guy is German and has me using my very limited vocabulary. The girl is from Australia. We talk for a bit more. Eventually I want to get this RC right so I ask the guy to touch index finger tips with me. I figure that this way I won’t be attempting to smash my finger through my hand like an idiot and if my finger passes through his, I’m dreaming. Yeah.. totally normal request to make. So much for a good first impression.

Morning of September 22, 2016. Thursday.



It seems to be late at night and I am walking with Zsuzsanna in an unfamiliar small town. Somehow I get distracted and find myself on my own in an area vaguely similar in some ways to an area near a church in Bundaberg (though I do not consider my location or have any concern about being in an unknown place). Even though I am not lucid I try to focus on a large stone water fountain as if I am subliminally aware of the nature of water induction to increase the depth and clarity of the dream state.

An unfamiliar priest approaches and seems to want me to move on or is there to tell me what to do as perhaps he does not like me being here so late at night. He tries to impress me by causing a moonbeam to create a glowing circle on the surface of the water. In a way, it seems rather eerie to me, though I vaguely recall it as a circadian rhythms factor (again, even though I am not lucid) and relative to moon or moonlight induction.

“So what,” I say. “I can make the sun come out in the middle of the night.” (I say this without realizing that the sun represents consciousness or the conscious identity within the dream state and thus I am actually talking about lucid dreaming without being lucid.) The area that the priest and I are standing now seems to be a storefront. I move my hands with a level of mental certainty and expectation that the sun will rise at my command, though again not being lucid at this point. Instead, a small sunbeam reaches my feet. At least I accomplished something based on my claim.

I decide to turn around and use whatever sunlight there is to mock the priest by making various shadow forms on the outer wall of the store. A circle of light (almost like a spotlight on a stage) of about a foot and a half in diameter appears on the concrete block outer wall. I lift my left hand up and make an incredibly realistic monkey shadow (after a few false starts with rabbit and dog heads), complete with legs, arms, and a tail, and moving about like a real monkey, almost as if suspended on its own. “Chee-chee-chee-chee,” I utter, happily making my version of a monkey sound. The priest seems to feel insulted as well as outdone by my miraculous abilities and thus he walks off. Even though I am still not at the lucid stage, shadow play is fairly common in certain vivid lucid dream types. Typically, the shadow symbolizes the dream self as “casting” conscious self identity into the dream state (at least when it is a human “duplicate” of the dream self though here, my dawning consciousness is apparently very playful), though this situation does not yet trigger my lucidity.

As I walk, the sun finally rises fully at my subtle command and with no “glitches”. As a result, my consciousness becomes more fully integrated into the dream state in a lucid sense, though not quite apex lucidity (full automatic control with enhanced senses and full body awareness even with full weight and momentum discernment). Just as I turn left around a corner I am at full conscious clarity, which I immediately find very thrilling. I notice a young version of Zsuzsanna (probably as she was a few years before we first wrote) standing on a garden wall of about four feet high, though I do not question this oddity. Several others (all unfamiliar) are standing around, possibly waiting for a bus. Zsuzsanna may also be waiting for the bus even being up on this wall. I hover and move up to stand on the wall with her. She does not seem to recognize me yet and takes on the essence of the preconscious personification.

“This is my dream, so we will get together and have some fun,” I boldly state. “I don’t care about these other people standing around.” She seems to slowly agree or at least lets me hug and kiss her passionately for a long time. Becoming more and more stimulated I indulge in various sensual events (the sense of touch augmented), though meanwhile, three times, for no particular reason, I decide to shoot large masses of spiderweb out of my right hand. One car becomes fully covered in my web, the imagery of which I find amusing when I look back. A couple people are swept back and stuck onto buildings but are not harmed.

Eventually, I notice a large unusual-looking airplane flying in the sky (from right to left). Its wings are up and back almost like a butterfly form and I feel a sense of beauty. Curiously, I do not mentally register it as the “return flight” waking transition symbol even though I have experienced the same metaphor thousands of times in various dream types (though not in the majority of lucid dreams). I notice a very unusual bookshelf-like structure on the other side of town and which seems to be atop a mountain. I focus on this. Although it vaguely reminds me of “Hollywood Squares”, the platforms (or seating areas) are at different levels. There are at least nine demigods in yellow Tibetan monk robes sitting and standing within the structure. I assume they are perhaps thirty feet tall or more. The visible forward edges of the skewed “Hollywood Squares” structure are mostly cream-colored, orange, and yellow. The demigods begin singing to Zsuzsanna and me very loudly and with love and happiness. The music is very clear and rhythmic and very enjoyable (though of an unfamiliar melody which I may record at a future date). They are singing something about tilling and gardening, something like, “In the morning when you wake up, till the soil with love…” and another phrase with “tilling” in it and something about “the next morning you will find”. It goes on for several minutes and as I hold Zsuzsanna, I slip into a less vivid and non-lucid false awakening as the airplane reaches the midpoint of my perspective, over the seemingly divine structure. (Of course, this structure symbolizes the sunrise and waking as non-lucid dreams typically do in the last segment - even though I am still semi-lucid - and a cheerful conscious coloring of my day ensues.)

In the false awakening I am with Zsuzsanna sitting on the floor of our present home. Our youngest son is present. He seems to have gathered seven unusual creatures (there are seven in our family). They seem to be some sort of unlikely composite of seashell, caterpillar, beetle, and chrysalis. For some reason, I point out to Zsuzsanna that they are “brains”, although I add to their number (starting with three, I think) as I notice more and more of them (though still a total of seven). Their shells are very complex in coloring, with mostly thin bands and paisley-like patterns of browns, yellows, and cream colors. There are two different shapes, the two largest being somewhat cylindrical and the others like trapezoidal prisms.

I look at a magazine page that Zsuzsanna is looking at. At first, I see the same airplane as from my previous dream, though as a silhouette in a full page sky photograph. As I tell Zsuzsanna about the dream I just had (the most common false awakening scenario for me other than actually attempting to write it out and soon seeing that my writing changes or that I had written nothing), I tell her how this looks just like the airplane from my dream. I find that unusual but when I look again, I see that it is an upside-down helicopter silhouette (a second “return flight” transition that actually represents my false awakening and how one of the first things I ever heard Zsuzsanna say on her first cassette which she mailed to me being “so if it sounds a bit upside-down, it’s from down-under), which I find rather curious - and from here I actually wake.

First dream

I was in my bathroom, it was a dark evening. Lights were turned on and doors closed - I sheltered in bathroom so zombies wouldn't get me. I heard them rampaging around my house, destroying everything. They weren't coming closer to bathroom, they were avoiding it entirely. I thrown some paper through a window, and realized that someone could be hiding in another rooms. Then I realized that it's a dream and received lucidity. I phased through wall and and got outside - it turned into a warm summer day. There was a group of people sitting on benches around stage, where one man was talking. The man was bald, and he was wearing a light brown sweater and jeans trousers. He said "Now I know you all almighty douchebags are all lucid dreaming addicts..." I haven't listened more and just phased back into building and found someone alive in one of rooms. It was a blonde woman, about my height and weight. She was wearing a white t-shirt and jeans trousers, she had really long hair. I took her hand and we phased through walls into a safe room in the house. As we entered it, the building changed and it was a really tight storage with wooden walls. We were standing close to each other. Really close, as it was a tight room. We kissed for a while, I found out that I can just control level of pleasure received with my thoughts, and pushed it until everything went black.

Second dream

With sisters we were in some ruined city swarming with zombies. We had our weapons ready. We were running through a destroyed flat, shooting down every zombie. Then suddenly we found ourselves in living room, in front of tv. We were inside a movie, and now we were back in our house. We ate some sweets and then I wanted to go to toilet. I walked through doorway and got teleported to some platform. I became lucid and vividness of the dream increased. I looked at the platform I was on - it was constructed from rock blocks made out of light brown stone and chiseled atop to mimic tiles. The platform consisted of six rows of them going horizontally. On both sides there were fences made of gray stone, curved inwards. Looking forward I saw just blue sky with some clouds floating gently. I moved forward and saw a huge, beautiful and monumental castle going out of the mist. I was there in some previous lucid dreams. This time the castle had a huge tower, and was much bigger in size and much more beautiful. When the whole mist dispersed, I could see the building in it's entirety and it's whole beauty - my jaw literally hit the ground as I started at it in awe.

The only way inside was to fly, as the castle was floating on the skies. I felt a strong draw towards the tower. I felt that it must and has someone important waiting for me. I felt that my goal was to reach the tower and meet with that person. I started flying above such platforms like one described before, just much shorter. There were also frames made of dark brown bricks, through which I flied in order to reach castle. Then I flied into a barrier that made me see only dried lava - layers of basalt and obsidian. Controlling speed and height of flying with thoughts, I managed to break through the barrier and was almost in the castle. Then I heard an alarm clock, with my thoughts I shouted "Shit, alarm clock!" And it echoed in my mind until everything went black and I woke up.

My first dream was about building a bike and making sure it was balanced I was so curious in my dream why I was dreaming it and if there could be a message to such a silly dream. I would never be building a bike. I woke up and it made me feel there was more to the dream so went back to sleep to try to get the message. I was watching two people walking down a city street one woman in braids all attached to her head, I was trying to hear them speak and thought they might know the message I was seeking when a big white screen popped up in my dream that said Enter Password - OK button like on a computer. Only it made a noise when it popped up. It was over the women walking down the street. I could still see them moving behind the white screen as if watching a movie. The woman stood out to me, she was wearing a long dress from the late 1800's I would guess. I know she was with someone but I can't describe who? Only she stood out light brown hair about 35 years old. I had a feeling I was seeking something that I wasn't ready for yet. I didn't know how to push the ok button, nothing I did worked. When I woke up I felt ok with the fact that I just wasn't ready yet but one day I will be.

I was talking to the "voice" and telling it that I had to go because I want to go for a bike ride today and want to get up at 7:00. I said goodbye and see you tonight. I wake up to see my digital clock turn to 7:00.
The strange thing about this is I usually wake up at 5 but took the day off today, so I am not used to waking up at 7 and that is late for me. Second dream within a week where I did this with the time.

#496 and #497

I've had two really short LDs the past week. One was this morning. Both of them were "IN-DREAM-WILD" (IDWILD or just DILD?) with really loud screeching sucking sounds and feeling like my body wanted to suck me back in. In both dreams I stopped and relaxed and performed the WILD standing up. In both dreams I wander around the house I am in for a few seconds before waking up or having a false awakening. It's nothing really to write in much detail but I suppose I'll count them. I am not sure why I just seem to randomly do this. Maybe I need to focus more on doing actual WILD. Regardless, I really love those crazy and bizarre lucid dream entries. WILD man totally WILD!

Non Lucid
Semi lucid
Lucid


Max

I don't recall all too well where this dream started but I remember being inside a sandwich shop near my school and waiting for my bacon and egg roll. However, when the cook was done he mentioned that it was night and I should be careful.That was when the scene began to fade and grow darker leaving me to ponder why I was out so late. After that I appeared on my bed and got up to see my dog Max. The lights in the hall were on and there was a Shiba Inu running around too. This reminded me of how in WL my family and I were talking about getting a new dog but than my attention went back to Max. After petting him and playing with his paws than watching him walk on two feet with the help of me keeping him up, I became fully lucid.

My older brother than knocked on my door which I think appeared closed after it was open. I opened it and my brother asked me about something game related I think. Can't remember. I laughed a bit telling him wouldn't it be funny if we were having the same dream. He said yeah but than went back to what he was talking about. I stared at him for a bit and his appearance began to change to a different guy that was in black and white color. So did the background. I watched intrigued thinking about the past until the scene changed.

Next I recall being upstairs where I came into contact with my mom who was annoying me. She than tried to fuse with me. I knew it was a dream and forced her away from me with wind like power. She ended up vanishing and I flew out the door to the outside where I than flew up into the night sky. However, I saw a suspicious old African american man walking in the street with a light orange and white jacket. He started walking in my direction while I was in the sky. I ended up being pulled closer to him too. I thought this was a perfect time to do the dhl mission where I stop a gang but didn't know how to go about it first. The old guy than told me not to worry and gave me his silver mixed with brown small gun.

I said thanks than turned to a random dark blue hooded guy approaching me. He took his hood off and threatened me. I saw him as a violent gang member and even though I was hesitant at first,shot the dream character with the gun like 4 times. He fell back than I turned to my house wanting to go back inside.Afterwards I recall appearing in a house that had similar kitchen items to mine but it was also very different placement wise. I was non lucid and told by a lady to put her tomb like post in the sink than to place it somewhere outside with a special flower or item.

I left it in the sink wondering why I was carrying a dead person's thing than went to the living room nearby where there was a bed. I lay on the bed than saw black jeep appear in the room. Knowing it was a dream at this point I wanted to call Dawn. But the lady who was supposedly the dead person,(She was white with black hair and kind of big. Wearing a black jacket and tight pants)She got under my blanket and put her head in. I asked her what she was doing and she told me she was looking for her husband buck. That she thought he was under the covers. I told her he wasn't there and than a few of her family in the jeep started calling her because they wanted to put her to rest. She went in and they drove off.

The scene than changed and I was now in a house looking at a mirror.As I looked at the mirror I noticed that my appearance was similar,kind of. I also had a cute high pony tail that the sunsetting lighting complimented along with the gold mirror and wooden flooring. But than a girl who looked like me but more like someone I saw from WL, walked up to me and looked at the mirror. However, her reflection looked like she was looking right at me. I than appeared on my bed thinking that I could still be in the dream. Which I was and felt a dc flying all around me till I woke up.

You Can't Make Me Stay With You

Don't recall the beginning but I remember being inside my house lucid and trying to get away from a manipulative little blonde girl dream character. She wanted me to stay inside the house with the rest of her friends but I said no and went to the front of the house. As I looked at the door the girl was calling me back inside but I didn't go.After that I think I became non lucid and was with my family at our new house. The house was supposedly haunted by the blonde little girl though.I became lucid after she started pestering me and flew up and made the dream setting change into a dark grayish void like place with clouds. After a bit it started to change into a city even though I was thinking of space at first. I flew across the city until I arrived at a shopping mall district where my family was now. A yellow/black car tried running over my brother so I used what was a huge mattress to destroy the car because my older brother was too afraid to try and get rid of it. After that my mom took what was the shopping mall,picked it up and placed it a few blocks from the little blonde girl's haunted house. My brother complained at first but I told him it wasn't so bad. Than i felt a burst of wind and was being pulled all the way to where the little blonde girl's haunted house was. As this was happening she was calling me. I grabbed onto what was the wall of a house and told her that I wasn't going to let her do whatever she wanted because it was my dream. I used brute force and called for Kiro's help. A dc who looked like him but was a bit smaller appeared and gave me his hand pulling me back. I was now fine but than a random lady appeared with scissors as if she wanted to distance me so I could be pulled again. But than a flyer of a band(I think the KISS metal band) dressed as food appeared advertising a new marvel movie.I looked at it thinking about how funny it was and showed it to the dc that looked like Kiro who found it funny as well.After that I woke up. This dream had more to it but I can't recall all the details. It was kind of long though and there were sporadic non lucid moments too.

You Can't Make Me Stay With You 2

This was a semi lucid dream where I was on a trip with a group of kids and one teacher. The first homework assignment was to walk on the neighborhood of the little blonde girl's haunted house together. The second assignment was for 4 volunteers(girls) to stay at the haunted house for one day and report to the class what had happened. The teacher would decide by us standing in a line organized by the month. I was willing to do anything to not be picked. There was also a moment where a dc was talking about how dream characters were just illusions and that one time she saw these illusions when she was really sleepy. I agreed with her.

Notes: I have a feeling that I should have just stayed with the little blonde girl but apart of me says no because the last time the dream plot turned into a vivid twisted nightmare.


(I did not make the pic. Found it on google)