lucid

03.12.2014

Little Big Planet Hell (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Imagine this guy below, albeit inverted with red ogling eyes set out to drain as much of your health as possible before you can complete a random level with mixed environment settings.

Throughout the dream, I get a poking feeling in my back that if I don’t finish the level as fast as possible, he’ll catch up to me and try to kill me. But the problem was trying to conceptualize the whole level without being caught in some kind of booby trap, which irritated me because there wasn’t enough time for that, unless I was patient enough for the dream scene to keep resetting itself.

After going through a few tries, which was inevitable, I finally managed to get close to completely the level, but the little guy gets me. The dream shifts where I’m suddenly inside a building that’s very spacious, and has that 1800s feel to it that continues to exist in what feels like how it is in waking life right now in the 21st century. There’s all sorts of demonic entities around, and some of them are in monk outfits ranging from red to black.

I can’t recall what I’m doing, but I seem to be holding my own for the time being before spacing out, and I guess moving on to the next dream.

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03.12.2014

Sneaking in the swamp (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I’m half naked wearing a swamp military pants along with a rugged pair of black boots that allows me to traverse in almost any environment. I’m have two black straps around the sides of my chest connected to the top of the pants as well, and I’m wearing some kind of headband on my head that consist of some kind of muddy color.

The swamp environment itself is very foggy, and it’s hard to conceptualize what’s inside of the water. I’m holding a black pistol in my hand, and I’m currently at the apex of a small slope that leads into the water that would probably be waist to chest deep. I knew that this environment would be filled with surprises, and random entities that had a mélange of body compositions that would be completely alien in relation to the swamp itself.

I spent more time trying to figure out the controls of actually controlling myself for some reason. In other words, I seem to be simultaneously being aware of playing a game with me in it along with the person I’m playing as trying to figure out how to move. It was very perplexing, and before going into the water, I took the time to go to the edge of the slope, and sit down for cover so no one would spot me.

I take out a small electronic device that’s rectangular, gray, and has a cool metallic sensation to it. I see that it says “PCX2,” which I presumed to be akin to the PS2 emulator for the PC. I’m thinking to myself on how to set up the controls, and I go into the configuration menu to go to “Gamepad 1.”

There was an option for “Default,” and I was thinking on whether or not to use this, or make a customizable control setup instead. In between this decision making, there were flashes of me engaging in random acts throughout the swamp, but it’s been a few days since I decided to recall this dream. However, I felt the reason why I chose to sit down and hide was because nothing in those previous attempts were working out for me.

Tonight I'm in a hotel and had gone to bed at 12:30am, early for me, after a big meal with lots of wine. I slept for a few hours and it was probably around 3–4am (an estimation, I didn't check) that I started water-cycling. I've found it the best way to avoid a hangover: I wake up at intervals to drink as much water as I can comfortably consume, which inevitably means also having to use the bathroom frequently once the rehydration sets in.

I had already woken a few times in the night and this waking seemed no different at first, because dream logic prevented me from realizing how odd it was that I was walking down a long hall to use the bathroom rather than just using the one in the room. Yet from the start, something made me wonder if I was dreaming. I tried jumping and levitating but it was inconclusive. It didn't occur to me to try other checks. I went in the bathroom and noticed it looked just like one I had just been dreaming about before I woke up, which also seemed suspicious, but I still felt very embodied and awake. I even noticed how clean and inviting this bathroom felt, in contrast to the unpleasant aspect they often present in dreams. I felt awake enough and had to pee urgently enough that I was tempted to just go ahead and use the facilities, reasoning that if I was actually dreaming then with careful intention I should be able limit this activity to the dream state and not accidentally release my bladder in waking life. But uncertainty made me hesitate—I couldn't afford to be wrong about this! Something still made me sense that I was dreaming, even if I couldn't seem to prove it.

I noticed a woman sitting nearby, which did not strike me as odd, but opportune. I approached her and asked, "Am I dreaming?"

"Yes." I was struck by the simple decisiveness of her answer. It was also uncharacteristically straightforward, given the usual evasiveness of my DCs.

"Thanks for being honest. Usually when I ask people in dreams—" (I used this phrase instead of "DC" because I was afraid she might it insulting to be reduced to an acronym) "—they say 'no'. Why do they do that?"

She shrugged slightly. "They're probably just nervous."

I wondered what they might have to be nervous about, but wanted to understand what made her different. "Then why were you so honest?"

"I represent your higher functions." I'm pretty sure this is what she said, or very nearly. It struck me as an oddly technical response.

This DC really intrigued me. She seemed so smart and self-aware, in contrast to the typical dullness and blandness of those I try to interact with. I looked at her closely. She was a slim young woman who appeared to be in her twenties, pretty, with glossy shoulder-length black hair and an Asian cast to her features. Her demeanor was calm, precise, and assured. I wanted a name to remember her by, so I asked: "What's your name?"

She promptly uttered a string of numbers, something like "2166309."

Perplexed by this response, I pressed, "I mean in letters." If she couldn't answer, I decided that I would name her "Murasaki." I had just been reading about the names of Japanese colors so the word was fresh on my mind; I knew it meant purple, and the woman was wearing a bright purple shirt and looked like she might be Japanese. I also recalled that "Murasaki" was a name of ancient pedigree, being the heroine of The Tale of Genji as well as the pseudonym of its courtly author. But my deliberations were unnecessary, it turned out.

"Meonarra," she said. At least that's what it sounded like.

I pressed for clarification: "Can you spell that?"

She might have started with an "M," but what followed was not a series of normal alphabetical letters. She specified particular accent marks and chemical symbols that I wasn't even familiar with. Her explanation of the spelling sounded far longer than the actual name, and at least half of it seemed to be special characters. Even listening closely, I couldn't follow it at all. I wished I had a way to record it other than my own weak memory. I reflected how people in many pre-modern cultures had developed their memories to an extraordinary degree, but we, who can almost always rely on other means of recording information, have very little ability in that regard. I wished I had a notepad to write down what she was saying, but there would be no point: I couldn't keep it with me when I woke up. So instead I just asked her to repeat herself: "Can you say that again?"

She obliged, but it sounded completely different this time, and I could swear the new spelling ended with a "D." That wasn't anything like the name I thought I'd heard. I figured if I couldn't spell it, I should at least make sure I had the pronunciation right. "Meonarra?" I asked, pronouncing the first syllables as "mee-oh." She corrected me; the first vowel was more like the "a" in "after," so it sounded like "mae-oh."

I realized that I was falling into a rut by obsessing over the name, and the dream was not going to last much longer. "Can I see you again?" I asked Meonarra. "I'd like to have a conversation sometime."

She shrank back with a stricken look, as if I'd suggested something completely inappropriate. "No! That's _____'s territory." I didn't quite catch the name, but I think it was two syllables, might have started with an "I," and sounded male. Similar to "Isaac"? But it wasn't exactly that; I don't think it was a waking-world name.

I wasn't sure what was wrong with my request, but I tried to reassure her. "I just mean to chat, like we're doing now. I'd like to see you." I realized that I was drawn to her. I couldn't tell if it was the stirrings of a romantic attraction or if it was just that I found her so interesting. But the thought awakened a sensuous impulse and I put my arms around her. I recognized that it was the dream state itself that made it so easy to slip toward this sensation, and I asked her why dreams had this quality. I can't remember how I worded the question, and can't remember her reply, if she had time to make one before I woke up.

Writing this up it perhaps sounds more bland than it felt at the time. It was one of those dreams that felt really significant, even if nothing much happened. I regret that I got so pre-occupied with her name. Although my waking mind really likes to have names for things, a tendency that bleeds over pedantically into lucidity, I'm not sure if naming things is especially useful or meaningful within dream itself. It is becoming clear, at least, that the kinds of names things have in dream are not always as clear and straightforward as our ordinary linguistic appellations of waking life. Instead they appear to operate much like written text in dreams, characterized by the shifting instability of dream logic. So it might have been better if I could have thought of more substantial questions to ask her, instead of wasting the whole dream just trying to pin down her name. I do like having something to remember her by, but what else might she have told me if I had been able to come up with a more introspective line of questioning?

It is now 6:43am (it was a few minutes before 5:12 when I started so I've spent over 90 minutes writing!) and the sky outside has blossomed into an unbelievably beautiful pink sunrise. I'm going back to bed.

I suddenly appeared on a field, the sky was morning blue and notice groups at the far distance. I started walking over there and as I got closer I could tell there were students lining up behind 3 other teachers. I realize my line was up front and proceeded to get in to position. That's when I heard one student behind me trying to conjure up a joke. But was having trouble remembering my name in order to do so. He tried a couple of times, which made me think he'll most likely never get it right. However on his last attempt he got it right to where I thought that was convenient.

That's when lines ahead all began moving forward to the school building. As I enter inside I realize I was dreaming due to the sensation and the gradual build up of the realization. But I decided not to ruin the non-lucid experience by playing along. I notice our classroom door was the first right beside the exit. That's when someone grab my arm and I heard the teacher say she needed to speak with me. While dragging me outside, I notice the morning blue sky was gone. It was simply more brighter. I then have an FA. Lucidity Time: 19 seconds.

I was false awakened because my stereo was blaring. I crawled out of bed, and almost tripped on my son who was lying on the floor, and then I proceeded to turn the stereo volume down. I couldn’t believe my son would come and crank the stereo up in my room on a Saturday morning, but I was too tired to complain. I went back to bed.

I was false awakened again because the music was blaring. Without getting out of bed, I first yelled at my son to turn the music down, with no avail; followed by yelling at my wife to turn the music down. They both didn’t answer. I crawled out of bed and went to the stereo, my son was no longer in my room, the volume was turned down, but the music was still blaring! I went behind the stereo cabinet, and yanked the power bar out, and unplugged everything. The music stopped, ah peace and quiet, I can get back to lucid dreaming. I crawled back into bed and went to sleep.

I was false awakened again because the music was blaring! What the heck is going on? I crawled out of bed for the 3rd time, and the volume knob was turned up on the stereo (again). I decided to turn the volume down again, but still leave it playing, so then maybe somebody wouldn’t crank it back up. I crawled back into bed and went to sleep.

This time something different happened. My body was asleep, but my mind was still awake because of all the false awakenings. I was lying in bed with my eyes closed in total darkness, but I could hear the music blaring for the fourth time. I slowly realized these must have been false awakenings. I decide to get up and go have some lucid dream fun, but I couldn’t move, and my eyes wouldn’t open. I then decided to do my OBE exit technique where I jump out of my body and land beside my bed. This worked! My vision was very blurry, and it wasn’t very bright in my bedroom, but I could see a woman standing right beside me, with long, dirty blonde hair, wearing a long, blue gown or nighty. I immediately hugged her, naturally, and realized it was my daughter! I said her name in surprise, and then I woke from the excitement.

DEILD. Transition but am still lying on mat. Body feels incredibly heavy; I RC, but almost just "go back to sleep" because it is so hard to move. I reason that that would be pointless, however, because I am already asleep. I decide to get up, and as I do, my body becomes lighter and lighter, and until I just fly out of bed. I run out of the room on all fours.

Cats are out in the living room. My father's cat is here, which is odd, and he eyes me suspiciously as I come charging out. He seems scared, and then attacks and bites me. I hit him in face with a pillow. Then try to make friends. He seems pissed. My wife then comes out of the bedroom. I suddenly realize that this dream is scary, and things could go wrong if I let my emotions get worked up. So I still my mind and focus on people liking me

My wife seems happy to see me. She tells me to go get ready for bed, because she wants "quality time." I consider telling her this is a dream, but I do not I wake up.

I am reading a secret/restricted Jehovah's Witnesses' text called "Watchtower" In it, a discussion about a certain river where initiations and enlightenment have occurred. I go to the river. I am swimming up it, into a cave. I have a vision/flashback (?) of Gurdjieff trying to bring someone to enlightenment. He gives this man a baby. The man is at the river for the purpose of enlightenment, and is displeased to have to take care of a child. Then he becomes attached to the child. He fears for its safety. Gurdjieff comes back, and turns the child into dust. It sinks into the river. The man is devastated. Gurdjieff explains:

"At first you did not want the child. You were blown by the winds of karma one way. Then you wanted the child. You were blown the other way. Now I have taken the child, and you suffer for it." The man asks if he is close to enlightenment. Gurdjieff laughs and says there are many stages.

I swim back toward the mouth of the cave and down a small waterfall. The river has become a water park, and I accidentally bump someone coming up the waterfall (?). Segue into a FA: "wake up" at a pool. I am wondering if this is a dream when my wife asks the same question. I nose pinch and can breathe. We walk around the pool together; not super lucid, as I think my wife is real. We see a girl DC. I start fooling around with her, and she starts to rub my wife's breasts. My wife pulls away, and says it feels uncomfortable. I think to show off my dream control, and order the DC to run across the street. She does, and a path appears for her to run on. I urge her onward. Finally awake into a FA; my wife is awake, and I question her about the dream, but she says was not there. I assume it was a just a "normal" LD and return to sleep. I then wake up.

Dream WILD: Talking to my aunt on the phone; we decide to LD together. We enter the dream, and try to help some man find his daughter. More of a semi-lucid, although I was aware I was dreaming. Tough call She tells me about using LDing to contact my dead grandfather. She keeps calling it "remedying" though (like REMedying . . . .)Another FA with my wife. She has her nightlight on. We talk about something, and then I go "back" to sleep.

A dream about not being able to fall asleep. I finally take Sageous's advice to get up and do something else. I decide to make some tea. I use AnotherDreamer's recipe, made out of sunflower leaves and apple chips. I start eating the apple chips. I check my watch twice as an RC, and the numbers do change, but this is not enough to trigger me. In fact, I think I ignore it altogether.

WILD at bedtime. Lots of body vibrations (not normal for me) and then transition in NREM. The sensation is similar to diving under water, and all of a sudden the world is quiet. I wait for a bit to see if something will happen. A helicopter appears. We are flying. I imagine that it's snowing, and begin to hear jingle bells in my head. I silence them, though, because this seems like a military dream, and those are out of place. Once the scene sets, it is snowing

I am set down on a watch tower. A man on a tower across from me yells, "Let's move it, rookie!" This seems to me like a Call of Duty dream. I tell him to extend the drawbridge to me. He drops a ladder to the ground. "No, John," I say, "the button underneath." He fumbles for a minute, and seems like he is having trouble. I remain calm. Can't remember what happened, but think he extended the bridge, because I remember being very pleased with my dream control

I somehow make it across; while I am running over, I try to recall the other tasks besides the snowball. On the other tower, inside a room, there are some dogs lying on a bed--two pit bulls, black and white spotted. I recognize this as my "doubles" dream sign, but of course don't RC because this is already a dream. I go down the ladder, looking for snow. It seems it has all dried up, but I think that if I run around the corner of the building, there will be some left. There is. I run over and pack a snowball. Cold! My feet are cold too, but I remind myself that it's a dream and that it isn't real cold. I start climbing the ladder with the big snowball and wake up.

FA. "Awake" from stress dream with wasps. I am lying in the guest bedroom at my aunt's house. I am disappointed that I did not become lucid. Thinking about getting up, but don't want to. I then hear an all-call: "Wake up call for [dream uses my full name]." Really? I imagine this must be a dream. I nose pinch. Sweet! I am relieve to be lucid after a tough night. I find it difficult to phase through the bedroom door; it finally just falls off of its hinges, and lands flat with me on top of it. I am thinking about the winter tasks. I head out to the kitchen/patio area. Before I get to the main door, I imagine snow. I even hear sleigh bells in my ears. I open the door.

Nothing but green grass. I decide if I run up the street I might find some snow. I am heading out the screen door when I am confronted by a little squirrel with big bat ears. He is trying to get into the screened-in area. I remind myself that this is a dream, and then let him in. He latches onto my leg, and begins climbing up me. I'm nervous about him biting and really don't want him on me. He climbs up and nestles between my neck and shoulder. Eh . . . . I keep expecting a bite on the neck but it never comes. I am trying to ignore him and continue my walk down the street when I wake up.

Morning of December 20, 2014. Saturday.



I find myself firstly on my own at my (deceased) sister Marilyn’s house. It does not come to mind that my sister had not lived there that long after I moved to Australia or yet that she had died in February of this year. However, I do begin to remember that many of my relatives had died fairly recently. In my dream, though, I soon but incorrectly “remember” that my sister Marilyn had died a couple years before my mother.

I seem to have died as well and am presently in a transitory state prior to where I will then be “living”. My sister actually appears (as she was when about thirty) and sits down next to me in the living room. I ask her how I died and she tells me about seeing atomic bombs in various parts of the world on the television news. In the back of my mind, I wonder if I will be seeing my wife and children. I ask her where her husband is. Apparently he is still alive somewhere.

Eventually, the setting becomes surreal, but not directly threatening or nightmarish. I find myself in a different region that is apparently some sort of long-term “limbo” or type of purgatory. The supposed “leader” or main authority of this place is the god Pan, who seems quite narcissistic and somewhat sadistic. All of the other “people” remind me somewhat of “Grimm’s” (the television series) Wesen characters, but not specific ones. One girl in particular is being “punished” over time to the point of appearing ill and weak. However, as this is a form of limbo where people have already died, she cannot die again (at least at this point).

She is apparently being tortured (in a supposed religious sense) for her prior lascivious nature. However, being physically “punished” for lasciviousness or consensual pleasure with someone else’s righteous sadism sounds insane, as if this limbo universe has become corrupt at the liminal stage after one dies. In the back of my mind, this causes me to question the entire nature of religion and the concept of righteousness itself. How I had not “automatically” reached this understanding as a child causes me to dwell on the “Land of the Living” also being corrupted somehow, to where falsehood is religiously impressed from a very early age, and which may actually be relative to why death itself exists.

In the back of my mind, I am trying to “remember” who Pan really is in this scenario, though I am not yet lucid. Some of the other people who have supposedly died recently are smaller animals now, which has something to do with their lack of willpower. Although Pan is still technically Pan, he now has a few subtle squirrel-like features, including the ears. It begins to dawn on me that he may actually be a “disturbed” person I have only ever read the journal of in reality; an older male who is against sexuality, against having a family and especially against having children, while at the same time elevating animals to the level of human sentience, including squirrels. This would explain the “Grimm” Wesen presence in-dream. I am not looking forward to being tortured and mindlessly “judged” by someone else’s skewed idea of religion or spirituality, and even though I am not yet fully lucid, I begin to take full control of this other dimension. I believe that continuous mental alchemy and “truth incarnate” will “fix” this limbo universe.

I start by healing the girl Wesen closest to me. It may be a younger version of my wife, but her persona is not fully defined. I place my hand on her chest and I remember that she also needs to reestablish her strength and awareness from the inside to take full control of her own physical presence in this dimension. My fingers merge into and below her skin to interface with her arrhythmic heart and I tell her to focus on and affirm “I am restored to my healthiest state” although this slightly corrupts into “I restore myself to my healthiest state” (which I can hear her saying a few times) implying omniscience over the passive “thank you for restoring me to my healthiest state” implying that others exist in this universe (other than the unified “I am”). It is however, important that she recognizes her omniscience to be fully protected against Pan. Eventually, she seems to be healthier and steadier on her feet and I feel her growing stronger and more “complete”.

When Pan approaches me and assumes an authoritative pose, I easily pull his heart from his chest and it eventually crumbles in my hand, flowing like sand from my fist as his body falls apart into small pieces. At this point, the scene shifts…

Pan and the Wesen girl and several others, now all fully human, are lying on their sides unclothed on the deck of a large ship moving through waters near Antarctica, seemingly back on Earth - and we are all in living bodies again. “What the f—?” shouts the former Pan, now shivering and appearing very vulnerable in contrast to his former faux “glory”.

I mentally create a thick jacket and outfit for the girl so that she is not cold (as she no longer has the fur of a Wesen). It is “painted” onto her as she stands up. The former Pan says something about religion, sin, and dreams and I say “Oh shut up you narcissistic fake - you know nothing about dreams” and the scene immediately shifts to distant outer space. It is as if I mentally lift and “throw” the entire ship we are on into outer space, even with pieces of ice and globs of water following us in the momentum for a time. However, we are now millions of miles from Earth on the other side of the galaxy. The immediate setting still seems the same but it is now like an imperial cruiser from “Star Wars”, though that is not what it actually is. It is a spaceship, though, being piloted by aliens that have never seen people from Earth even though they are exactly like human beings themselves (except more intelligent, it seems).

We all go inside and walk around. It is very spacious. I ask one of the males if his planet is called “Earth” and he says no. He says that they had only studied Earth at times and watch the television and radio transmissions of humans as well as the nearly endless “false” dimensions and religious realms humans create. One male says “It looks like Pan’s realm is gone”, watching the distorted horizontal bars and static on the monitor where that realm had existed prior to my dissolution of it. “It was him,” says another male, pointing to me, and I am seen as a “hero” in a sense and am given an extensive tour of the ship that seems to last a long time. The ship seems to be powered by the ice of comets being slowly exposed to plasma from stars or the manipulation of Bose-Einstein condensates and perhaps a form of magnetism - I see pieces of a recently taken comet in a large room. Another tells me that they will take me (and the others) back to Earth. They are all extremely friendly and accommodating in every way and not at all condescending regardless of their superiority.

I feel extraordinarily happy; comfortable in their presence, and secure. I stand on the deck of the ship and assume there is an additional oxygen layer (in spherical form) around the ship, which allows one to freely see all of space and still be able to breathe. I am correct in this assumption, and I also notice that the aliens have set up a holographic section in front of the ship that seems to be showing the ending credits of a movie (perhaps to make the former Pan feel more at home). It seems silly to be watching the closing credits of a movie superimposed against the backdrop of “real” outer space while standing on the external deck of a huge alien spacecraft, but it does not concern me that much. I feel subtle movements inside my head (which I have had in dreams before but which are not possible in reality) and “harmonic” sensations as I seem fully open to the aliens and the universe itself “reading my mind” completely. I welcome this. I am fully open. In fact, the more open I am, the more the dream (and the universe itself) is fully and solely “mine”.

I admire the beauty of Earth as we approach…still feeling fully open to any telepathic force that chooses to “read” me. Because, above all, I have endless faith in who I am and any imposition would only validate me further. I can feel the energies in my head shift to a more defined harmonic resonance. It feels fantastic.

Scary non-lucid about losing my kitten. She jumps out of the car at a rest stop and runs off. I catch her once, but she gets away again. I call out to her but she does not come back. Some people seem to have found a kitten; it has spots though, and is not her. "That is not my baby," I say to the girl. She takes the kitten back. Awake from this and DEILD. Transition rolls me over and over and over. Unfortunately, don't remember a thing about what happened, except that I woke up, and DEILDed again, with a similar transition.

I am walking through some building. I walk downstairs and up to a huge glass wall. I phase through easily. I then am outside in a grassy area (something like a college campus). There is a very thick brick wall near me. I am phasing through when I suddenly lose my confidence; wall is very thick and I worry about becoming trapped inside. Remember I wanted to work on flying. Just can't seem to get into the air. I try flying like Superman. Nada. I shrug.

Wake up, try for another DEILD but reenter non-lucidly; a guy is sitting on me and talking about Emanuel Swedenborg. I tell him I'm not interested, and to get off of me, because I am trying to DEILD. A few minutes later I wake up.

In this dream I stopped a tsunami by simply running up to the wall of water and debris, and touching it with my point finger. The tsunami instantly stopped, froze in position, and didn’t move, until it finally it disappeared. The strange thing is, I wasn’t lucid when I did this, so why did I act this way? I’m became lucid shortly thereafter, because I was questioning how this could all be possible. There were also some interesting dream figure comments. Here’s what happened:

I was in a large, heavily treed valley, standing in dry, gravel river washout. Rough cut lumber was piled everywhere, and there were random piles of sand dug from the riverbed, scattered here and there. A couple of men were standing close to me talking, when suddenly, a roaring wall of water, approximately 30 feet high, came rushing down the valley. Trees, debris, and rough cut lumber were mixed in and tumbling. It's a tsunami! It looked similar to what happened in Japan. There was no place to hide! I then decide to stop the tsunami by simply touching it. This is what I would normally do when I'm lucid, but I wasn’t lucid. I quickly ran right at the wall of water and debris, and touched it, before it mowed us down. The tsunami froze in its tracks. I turned to face the two men to see if they were okay. They looked at me with in a casual manner, and one said to the other, “The hammer’s broken.” The other fellow replied, “I told you this would happen.”

The tsunami disappeared and the rough cut lumber was all neatly stacked again. I walked away from the men trying to comprehend what just happened. Then, Utopia, I realized this must be a dream. How else could this be possible! A feeling of excitement and adrenaline rushed through my body. The dream became very vivid, as I hopped and bounced across the washout, and landed on top of a gravel pile. One of the men said, “Hey, what’s he doing now?” They stood back about 50 yards and watched.

I wanted to visit with my daughter, but I’ve had lots of trouble with this recently, because dream figures keep appearing and chase after her, and ruin the dream. I decided to ask for backup first to keep my daughter safe during our dream visit. I asked for a Defender Angel to appear and protect my daughter from the hooligans. I waited patiently, and waited, and then nothing. I asked again for a Defender Angel to appear. This was odd, no Defender Angel? Dream figures usually appear when I ask, so I found this very odd. I then felt like I was being held in position, and I couldn’t move. I struggled, wiggled, and zaggled, but no luck, then I got frustrated and woke up.

Morning of December 19, 2014. Friday.



Firstly, I am in some sort of group of mostly unknown males (not relevant to real life). There are two rows of perhaps seven or eight facing each other. It seems to be on King Street, though the front (northeast) apartment is much bigger. I seem to become angry and punch most of them extremely hard. This seems to at least partly be because each and every one of them is being condescending to each and every other, sounding more and more ridiculous, like a perpetual comic strip but with no comedic elements.

After seemingly several minutes of this, I become slightly lucid (becoming more lucid over time). I have an awareness of an affirmation set and decide that instead of eliminating these people, I will heal them (including “fixing” their brain by bringing it into its most natural resonance somehow). I vaguely sense a “correct” oscillation and harmonic resonance inside their heads when I put my hand on the top of their heads and eventually place my hands on all of their heads. The effect is similar to feeling the vibrations when placing your hand on the body of an acoustic guitar when a chord is played.

I heal their wounds and cuts as well. However, because I reach an apparent overly energetic stage which is supposedly “too powerful” to use directly (with my palms, for example - where the energy seems to emanate from), I need only lightly touch them with the back of my hand to restore them to their healthiest state - otherwise my power may cause them to “disintegrate”. I do not recall this event being like this in past dreams, as I formerly used my fingers and palms.

From here, I walk out with a few (unknown) people. The porch roof is extended out more over the front yard than in reality (almost like a large lower awning) which seems frustrating relative to being able to fly out and up as soon as I want. As lucidity is dawning on me a bit stronger, I decide to fly out into the world. As I fly swiftly and efficiently, even deliberately over a longer sequence of telephone lines and power lines (which seem somewhat out of place and randomly going at an angle from the buildings and sidewalks), I notice how incredibly clear and visually defined my dream’s environment is. It is so well-rendered, I am amazed to a nearly breath-taking pleasure on the imagery alone; even more so, because it does not seem reminiscent of a real location. It seems to be near an industrial area of whatever town it is now meant to be. I notice a few buildings, a forest in the distance, and a few parked vehicles here and there, including a semi near a warehouse.



I feel fantastic as I look down and about over the scenery. At one point, I see a pile with old books and magazines, but mostly atop a taller pile of just debris, at the end of an alley, which appears to be a public dumping area. The pile is almost as high as the two-storey possibly abandoned commercial buildings on each side. I land near the top of the pile and pick up what seems to be an old “Alvin and the Chipmunks” comic book (it may be an association with an old instrumental my father wrote and performed as well as the name of where we lived at one time in Chipmunk Coulee). There are three bats on the cover (which may be related to a short-term comic strip I did as a boy about three “rock star” bats in the early 70s based on an earlier recurring dream). I tell myself that because I know I am dreaming, I may be able to actually read the entire book. However, I mostly only seem to focus on one odd phrase, which is “Poly Calep” and seeing that distracts me from my plan to read the whole comic. Perhaps this is a name of one of the characters.

From here, I am still aware of the people that had been at the meeting walking around not that far from where I am. However, I decide to enjoy more flying. I am able to again maneuver just slightly above power lines for a fair distance (which used to be problematic in dreams in my youth) without getting tangled. Oddly though, the power lines go up at an angle the farther I fly, but I still directly remain parallel to them the entire distance.

From here, I find myself back at North Monroe Street, which is usually rare to dream of. I have not been there since early 1968. I notice a few people standing around near the outer hall to the west, where my older brother Earl lived at one time. I go with my wife (who had apparently been standing in the hall) into the apartment, which seems larger and much longer to the east. Of course, I plan on having a nice romantic interlude to see what can physically occur. At this point, my dream is almost entirely under my conscious influence in every way other than the “extra people” that annoy me somewhat (which is typical of this type of lucid dream until apex lucidity is reached). We walk past three bedrooms where I can see a person’s feet sticking out from under a sheet on each bed. As we continue to walk, a male relative (Kevin M) ends up following us as well. Just as my wife and I are able to get into a bathtub (which is perpendicular to the direction we are walking), which is already full of nice cool water, he is still behind us. However, as my wife and I begin to sit down in the water (already suddenly unclothed by mental will alone), I slam the mostly opaque bathtub’s sliding door (much like the setup from King Street) so that we are then isolated from all public perspectives. (I suppose that he could have technically still opened the sliding door, but this does not really occur to me at any level of thought so does not happen.)

I am on my back and my wife sits on me in the cool water. The pleasure is quite augmented; a very clear sense of wetness and warmth (against the refreshing coolness of the water) and enhanced physical pleasure as well as spiritual unity and oneness. The only unusual distortion is that Zsuzsanna has tiny curly black hairs that create a narrower curved line going up and around her hips and back up towards her abdomen, somewhat like a doubled mirror-imaged harp design.

Dec 17th 2014, 4:38AM

I am in a version of my old high school in Texas. I realize that I have 3 books from the previous year in my locker. I take them out and see Christy from work what to do. She says to just take them to the front desk. I drop them off without saying anything and think I want to go find Jason B. and tell him about my girlfriend. As I walk into a random area I realize that I haven't talked to her all summer. I'm not even sure she is my girlfriend. Ah, I better wait. I turn around and walk back to the first area where Christy was. I scratch my beard. Hmm. I'm the only guy in high school with a beard. How old am I? Hell, Im a 34 year old high schooler. Why am I still here? As I walk I slowly become lucid. Ah this is a dream. I have this one a lot. Elements of the dream quickly drop away until I am in the void and I wake up.

I appeared in the living room with a person I didn't know. However in the previous non-lucid dream I remember being in third person point of view seeing a boy holding his mother hand and perhaps I had become this boy during the transition. I was much littler and was holding the person hand while having trouble unlocking the door. That's when we both started walking up the road and passed a couple of kids. She then told me they were talking about me. I ask they were? That's when I heard one of them yelled my name. I turn around and jog toward them. I handshake the one who said my name, I also realize at this moment that I return to my original age.

He ask me if I was going the same direction they were. I said no but decided to follow. There was a line of people walking toward a stadium. I was behind one guy who was walking very slow with his head down. I grab both of his arms to make his legs lift off the ground to keep him moving, however this became tiring and I simply skip him afterwards. That's when I notice the line and realize this would take awhile. I knew I was fast so I began running passing several people in till I started jumping over high towering buildings.

That's when I landed on the football field, the impact knock a few football players. I laugh and said good thing I'm dreaming or else I wouldn't have survive the fall. However before I can act. I have an FA. Lucidity Time: 3 seconds.

I'm in a classroom with a bunch of little kids. One of them is making a presentation about something. I'm bored. I think about going to the bathroom but decide to stay put. I think about how stable the dream is and how staying calm will help keep it stable. I recall Percy's dare and walk off to find an open spot. I put my hand behind my back and call for Ruto. After a couple of seconds of her not appearing, I turn around. She isn't there but I stay patient and soon she materializes before my eyes. She looked just like the pictures I searched of her. Pale blueish skin, about 6 feet tall. Very pretty actually.

"Hi Ruto! Your beautiful", I say

"Thank you!", she says.

"I hear you're pregnant with a dolphin?"

"Yeah."

I look down and notice she's wearing a white skirt which I pull away so I can see her vagina, "I just need you to push," I say to her.

After a second or two, a small, white dolphin, 3 feet long, comes out of her vagina and into my arms.

"So, did you marry a dolphin?" I say.

"No, I had it donated to me. I couldn't take care of it."

As I think about her reply, I wake up.

LUCID-WBTB/MILD-5AM
*The lucidity started with me standing in a strange verision of my apartment. I noticed a table with many interesting things on it. I got a sudden inspiration to make offerings to Lord Ganesh. So I created this cake/cookie thing and thought this will do as an offering. I walked into another room expecting to see a shrine of Ganesh and there it was. I then placed the cookie/cake on the shrine, this made the shrine vibrant and alive.



I looked at this one particulare picture of Ganesh in a mountain forest area. I stared at it thinking how beautiful this is. There was alot of objects on the shrine, all of them seemed to be manifestation of Ganesh. They moved as if they were alive. Then I noticed a lot of art work in the room with me. I took a moment to appreicate the creativity inherent with in my mind.