lucid

I feel like I spent 10 years of my life in the three hours that I slept last night. I was so embeded in the reality of my dream that I couldn't figure out whether or not that was reality or not. I became lucid off and on without actually knowing if I was. It was a total out of body experience and I wondered briefly if I was surely going to die if I could not get back to my real body, my real self. I've been shaken by this dream all day and cannot begin to describe how intense it was or how deeply ingrained it is in my mind even now.

Last night I dreamt of my life 10 years from now. But I feel like I dreamt the whole ten years in a span of three hours.

I was finally out of college, had my doctorate and was a traveling pharmacist and executive for a large corporate pharmacy chain. My girlfriend was now my wife (a careful detail I left out as I was explain my dream to her on the phone at 3am this morning), and not only my wife--but pregnant. My little brother was living in our penthouse apartment, trying to make his way through his first years of college himself. My girlfriend was gracious and accepting of his situation and didn't complain about his presence.

One night in particular she was having bad pregnancy sickness or morning sickness. I was still in pant suit when 3am rolled around and she decided she was hungry. Having stayed up the entire night with her, I was doing all I could to accommodate her. Some unfortunate topic came up about her not wanting me to fly for some reasons that I refused to listen to--I was dead set on making that business trip. We ended up having a petty argument. As an attempt to make right for the foolish words I said, we made up, and I made my way out of the house and to what a burger at three in the morning to fetch her all the things I knew she'd love.

What a burger in hand, I drove to the local doughnut chain. I arrived and they were closed still, not yet opened for the morning. I saw that the back door was open and helped myself in. I was greeted by a bunch of pimply faced teenagers who were already serving me allegations and threats. I begged them to fill my order in desperation, upset that they wouldn't fudge the rules just a tad because they'd truly be open in another 15 minutes. I was also stressed because I knew I had a flight to catch later that morning and wanted to get back to my girlfriend and enjoy the few hours I had left with her. I finally ended up convincing them that I was from corporate within their chain and put the fear of God within them. I got my coffee and doughnuts and went back home.

The airport was chaos. Flights had been canceled. Some sort of conflict overseas. Not safe to fly. I ignored the buzz of anxiety in the terminals... I was oblivious. I got bored in the air port and spent my time in the bar. I ended up drinking too much and had way too much fun, I even hijacked a baggage vehicle to help me make my way around the chaotic airport terminals. This behavior was very unlike me and in retrospect. My girlfriend kept calling me and I kept ignoring her. I felt weird... I was too inebriated. I answered my girlfriends calls--she said she was concerned my flight had already taken off without me. I thought that was preposterous. She didn't want me to fly, bottom line.

I ended up boarding my plane, uncertain that I was even on the right flight, but too prideful to say otherwise. I was regretting my decision to drink.

The flight had been long and boring, I was now sober and pondering over how I had neglected my girlfriend. I would never do that in reality. (I don't understand how I took her for granted in my dream. Perhaps I still feel guilty for the one major mistake I ever made in our relationship. )

Suddenly the whole plane shakes from violent turbulence. But it only shook once and then nothing else happened. It was odd and very much unlike what I was used to experiencing. As alarms beep, I rush to fasten my seat belt. It's weird because it has shoulder straps. I'm fumbling to get them locked in place. I was doing okay until an elderly journalist in the seat across the aisle says "God help them, they're too young." I knew he was referring to me and the other passengers. My anxiety immediately peeked as I fumbled to fasten my seat belt--made difficult by my shaking hands. I could hear the engines failing, I couldn't believe this was happening. I refused to accept reality. The plane nose dived and I rushed to pull the straps too on my harnesses. I knew that they were useless. I felt intense realistic pain as my body flew out of the sear against the straps of the harnesses. I tightened them and started shouting questions.

I knew I had gotten on the wrong flight. I knew my girlfriend was right. I knew all the answers already to my own questions. I knew that the plane had been shot, and I knew we were nose diving towards death. I started to freak out internally. I started to yell at myself to wake up. That this is just a dream. That I was asleep on a shitty couch at my moms house and that I had to work tomorrow and an equally shitty job. That my girlfriend was real but not my wife. That I had to get back to her and make sure not to say all the stupid things I did in this dream and promised myself I'd never take her for granted.

The plane struck water. The cabin filled. So did my lungs. I embraced death.

When I really did wake up, it felt as though my soul had been shot back into my body. I woke up panting and sweating. I didn't go back to sleep after that.

Dream 1

I was in a room with a old friend talking about the universe.

Dream 2

I was walking down the street wearing a green coat and a green scarf. Somehow I ended up inside a house where a family was caring for their kids. There was a man there trying to teach a girl with a ruler that supposedly had a special mark on it. There was also a old man there with someone else. I was offering him chocolate covered cheerios I saw from a food channel. I ate some too. Even though I haven't tasted chocolate covered cheerios before it was surprisingly delicious.

Dream 3

I was inside my house and my dad was carving a tree. I asked him what he was making and my cousin said plantains. I thought it was weird that my dad was making plantains with a huge tree( without the leaves)but I didn't say anything about it. After looking at a pan on the stove I heard my other cousin say something really weird. She said to my brother to go downstairs so she could kiss him.

I told her she was being stupid but she just told me to mind my buisiness and went downstairs. After I followed her i saw that the setting was different, sort of blurry and distorted and realized that this was definitely a dream. I decided to look for Eye or Dawn but all that showed up was two annoying dream characters. I thought one of them was Eye and tried to get its attention but it just kept flying around and laughing.

I tried getting away from it when suddenly a girl showed up with the other DC. It began taunting me and tried to scare me by putting needles through me. When the girl saw the needle went through me and didn't hurt she said "hey!! Why isn't it going inside of you?" I I felt good that I could use my dream control to defeat her but than i let a needle stick on me by mistake. She was pleased with this and said "That's better~" I ran out of the house and tried calling for Dawn in the streets. I saw someone running in the distance and ran after the DC.

As we were running up a hill people were singing my name and singing about me trying to find Dawn. When I reached the top everything turned black and numbers appeared. The numbers were 3, 30, 10, 7, 17. Something like that. Than I was watching a scene unfold. A lady entered her bedroom and saw a dirty blonde come out of the sheets where her husband/boyfriend was. She asked if the lady under the covers was cleaning up under there. The dirty blonde said she was just doing her job and left.

After that the scene shifted and I was on a bed in the house. I bit my hands to try to wake up. After I reappeared on the bed though I just decided to stay in the dream. I could hear a Lady screaming at someone in the house. I tried going out a window because the lady sounded scary. At first it didn't work but after a few more trys I was outside. I was in a huge place where people parked their trucks and cars.(Parking lot of a factory maybe) There I saw two men talking about cooking I think or driving and after flying around for a bit I woke up.

FA. I "wake up" on my sleeping mat, nose pinch and can breathe.I head into the dining room, where I attempt to fly through the ceiling. Not working too well, as I bang my head against the ceiling. I decide to just relax. I start to phase through head-first, but then get too excited that I am "really doing it" and get pushed back. Decide to phase through the front door and head out. Not sure what happens, but I wake up and

DEILD:

I roll off of my mat and fly through the transition, before slamming into a classroom. The lights are off, and the class is watching some movie. I see the teacher sitting at her desk, and thinking it would be funny to scare her, charge forward on all fours towards her. Not sure what happened, but I think I pull back at the last minute. I look around, and realize all of the students are kid-versions of people I knew in high school. I see some girl and give her a high-five!

I head out through the door, and find myself in some back hallway. I am able to fly up into the air off and on, rising and sinking, but all the while reminding myself that there is nothing here, and nothing really to do. I see some light fixtures and feel like pulling them down, so I "grab" them from a distance (using perspective) and rip them down. I then see a large ventilation thingy, and decide to crush that between my hands. I steadily press my palms together; at first, it seems as though it is not working, but then the entire structure collapses in on itself, and glass shatters. Pleased, I set off into the mall.

Lots of DCs, lots of people I know (I pass another old friend, whom I pat on the shoulder and say hello to). I end up in a food court area, with lots of food sitting out. I reach for a molten lava cake (a small cupcake), and cram it into my mouth):



Amazing. Very chocolatey. I eat it very slowly, not wanting my mouth in WL to start moving and accidentally wake me up (a problem in the past). In response to my care, the cake begins to glue my mouth shut. I also get some cake on my face. I ignore both of these effects, and continue my explorations in the clothing department. I begin looking for a DC to have sex with. I pass a few unsuitable candidates. I leave this area, and head out behind the mall (outside) behind some dumpsters. As I get farther from the mall, I find a girl lying on her back, smoking a joint. She is a cute girl I knew in high school (and whom I have not thought of in years). I lie down next to her and take her in my arms. She seems happy to see me. The dream ends.

During this dream I became lucid because I was driving an invisible car! I ended up driving into the ocean, where it became an invisible Seadoo, and I met up with a bunch of people swimming in huge waves. My daughter appeared, I woke, and then I did an OBE to try and have a little visit with her. Here’s what happened in more detail.

I was driving down the main road of a small, ocean side town, in my invisible car. It took me a few blocks to figure out that I was dreaming. I was amazed at the visibility this invisible car had! This had to be a dream! I didn’t even bother to do a reality check. Invisible cars are one of my many dream signs. At the next intersection, there was this long, curved, road heading down to the ocean. It looked like a 200 yard long boat ramp. I drove my invisible car full speed down this ramp and hit the ocean at about 70 mph. When I hit the water, my invisible car turned into an invisible Seadoo. The waves were absolutely huge, and I was driving full speed into the breakers. Normally this wouldn’t turn out too good, but in dreamland, anything is possible. I went right through the breakers and out the other side. In this one breaker, I could see people floating in it. Their bodies cast silhouettes shadows that were visible on the front side of the breaker. I drove right through the wave and parked beside the swimmers.

This girl was floating close to me, with just her head sticking out of the water, so I asked her name, and she said, “Clara”. The girl beside her smiled at me, and then I asked her name, and she said, “Janah.” Clara then said Janah’s Russian. I then asked Janah if she lives in Russia, and she said, “No.”

I then felt somebody tap my shoulder, and I turned around and saw my daughter standing above the water. She looked at me and jokingly said, “Dad, you’re crazy!” I hope she was referring to driving my car into the ocean at 70 mph. I reached my arms out and gave her a big hug and kissed her right on the lips. She smiled, and then said, “I want to go for a little walk.” I immediately woke up in bed, but I stayed perfectly still in an effort to get back into the dream.

Suddenly, ‘the vibrations’ started. At first they were very subtle, but gradually grew in intensity. When I felt things were ready, I jump out of my body and landed on the floor beside my bed. I couldn’t see anything. I clawed at my eyes to remove whatever was blocking them, but I still couldn’t see. I headed blindly for my bedroom door, found the door knob, opened it, and walked down the hallway. I still couldn’t see. I call for my daughter come three times, but there was no answer, and then I woke. My heart was pounding, and I was breathing heavy. I immediately recorded this in my journal at 5:30 Am.

#388 - DILD/DEILD - 6:46AM

I am entering a house with a young and mildly attractive woman. She is being flirty but I ignore this. She's talking about how she goes running to negate the bad effects of smoking. I tell her that this is really pointless, but she assures me that 10 miles a day is more than enough. I remain unconvinced but I let it go. She tells me that she wants me to go jogging with her but I tell her that it would look bad if we are seen together.

I sit on a couch in the living and she sprawls across a love seat adjacent to me. I notice she's removed most of her clothes and I can see she has grown much fatter with stretch marks and varicose veins all over her body. I notice she has a pretty face and think how its too bad the rest of her looks so horrible.

As I sit I quiet my mind and look around. I can see her family at a dinning table beyond with woman on the love seat. Something looks odd. It's took blurry. I can't make out the faces.
This is a dream. No. I'm just pretending. This is real life. I continue to stare at the family. They look so odd and motionless. Wait... No this might really be a dream. I worry that the dream will crash if I do anything, but I decide to go ahead and do a nose plug to settle my internal debate. I blow cleaning through. The dream crashes. I knew it!

I wake up and move a bit but quickly decide to hold still for DEILD. I focus on deeply relaxing my body and body awareness. I realize that I feel like I am being dragged like someone is pulling me by my though it doesn't feel like anyone has a hold of me. As soon as I note this the sensation stops. I focus on feeling it again and it starts back up. It slow at first but quickly accelerates to high speed. I feel G-forces in my stomach and gasp.

I notice that I am feeling very faint vibrations like tingles in my arms and decide that It's probably safe to move. When I pick up my left arm the dragging stops and I open my dream eyes. It's very sunny in the room and as I get up, I watch my feet move to the floor like I am looking at a foot cam.

I am in a very tiny version of my bedroom with no door to exit. There is only a night stand and a window. I see the window but think it would be funner to phase through the wall. I haven't done this in a while and I very sloppily try to push my face through. It feels like rubber so I try to claw and tear through. Unfortunately, as I struggle with this I am sucked back to my body in bed.

I hold still and wait and quickly see a scene form. I am laying in a sunny spot with trees around me. The green leaves look extremely vivid but when I try to move the scene crashes. I decide to focus and wait for another scene but quickly lose lucidity.


I recall some short and random scenes before waking up. I tell Wurlman about getting lucid. The woman from earlier pulls her pants down and shows me her ass. All those veins. I turn away. Other images that I can't recall.

This was a very long lucid dream (felt about 15 minutes). In this dream I met these two suave fellows about 7 feet tall, with long, blonde, wavy hair, named Sam Don Juan Jr. and Sr., and I asked them why their eyes sometimes glow red. I’ll just over the highlights of the dream.

There was an RV driving down the road towards me. It had an entire assortment of antennae and satellites covering most to the roof. This looked so odd, that I didn’t even have to do a reality check; I knew this was a dream. The RV stopped and backed into the garage. During the dream I knew it was past 9:00 Am in the waking world, because I just awake not too long ago. My LD’s this late in the morning usually not that vivid and are short lived, so I decided to just clown around. People stepped out of the RV and walked out of the garage. I just ignored them and then I ran towards them and jumped up onto the garage roof. I decide to practice a forward summersault off the garage and land on the driveway, and this time, I landed it perfectly in a single kneeling position! I’ve been practicing this in LD’s.

Next I headed off towards a large gathering of people at a small, square field, bordered by residential streets and homes, with very large yards. People were everywhere! On my way there I felt the clarity fading, so I deciding to do ‘swirling’. Except this time I swirled much different than what I’ve ever done before, and it worked really well. I spun like a top, at a very high speed. My feet stayed at one location, and my body slowly rotated clockwise about my feet, and my body was at about 30 degrees angle to the ground. Basically like a wobbling spinning top (tilted at 30 degrees to the ground and rotating clockwise). I did this several times during the dream to stabilize. This seemed to attract attention from the dream figures.

I walked up the crowd and started to mingle, asking people’s names and having small chat. Everybody I asked knew their name, except one lady who was really struggling to remember her name. She finally said a name, but she obviously faked it. I felt sorry for her. There was this young, dark haired boy I was chatting with, and I asked him what city this was. He replied, “This is prison camp.” One of the ‘Dream Patrol’, suit guys started to walk up to me with a disapproving look. I looked at the ‘suit man’ and said, “It’s all okay! We’re at prison camp!” He gave me a ‘watch yourself’ look and stood back. These suit guys often show up in my dreams after I’ve let on that I’m lucid. This happens especially when I start asking for history, location, and phone #’s. No problem with asking names though. They sneak up behind me and end my LD’s, so I’m careful to keep an eye on them. I often instantly turn 180 degree to face them (I really mean instantly), when I know they’re there, and this freaks them out, and they back up. This helps me to stay lucid longer. I fought these guys once before in a dream called, ‘Matrix Style Fighting with Beige Suits’, but I’ve decided not to do this again. I just want enjoyable dreams. Fighting is not my thing.

I backed away from the crowd by about 20 yards to ‘swirl’ again, because my lucidity was starting to fade, and so as not to hit anybody while I do this. The swirl lasted about 10 to 15 seconds. Everything became perfectly clear again. That’s when I saw these two suave fellows, 7 feet tall, with long, blonde, wavy hair, and walking right towards me, so I walked right towards them. I smiled at them, and asked them their names. They looked at each other with surprise and smiled back at me. One fellow was much older than the other. I stood right close to them looking waaaay up at their faces. They older fellow looked down at me, and said, “I’m Sam Don Juan.” I looked at the other giant and asked his name, and he said, “I’m Sam Don Juan Jr.” We then had some small chat, and then headed toward the crowd. As we turned, I saw Sam Don Juan Sr.’s eyes glow red. I’ve seen this happen many times before in my dreams with these seven foot guys, so I decided to ask. I put my right hand on Sam Don Juan’s forearm and asked him if we could talk in private. Lots of people were gathering around at this point. I looked at Sam Don Juan Jr. and said he can come and listen too. We walked away from the crowd, but some people followed. I asked them to leave so we could be alone, and they did. The giant Sam Don Juan Sr. bent over and I put my hands on either side of his huge chest, and we were eye to eye. I then said, “Why do your eyes sometimes glow red. Don’t get me wrong, I think this is very cool, and I just want to understand what’s going on.” He stood back up and looked at his son. He didn’t seem very impressed with the question. He leaned over and looked at me again, and it looked like he was going to tell me, then I said, “Please tell me, lots of people would like to know.” Well, I screwed up there, because he stood back up straight and turned to walk away. I shouldn’t have said that! Somebody from the crowd snuck in behind me during the conversation and also said, “Yeah, why do your eyes sometimes glow red?” I immediately went from being perfectly lucid to being awake. That made no sense to me why that happened.

I was playing this odd dungeon-crawler RPG game with a few of my friends. It was virtual reality though, and we were acting out our characters. (S,C,A and S's bro.) And I had the sweetest armor in this game, it looked a lot like daedric armor form Skyrim. I had two swords that looked like daedric swords as well.

I was making my way down into this dungeon where S had been captured. It was pretty typical, torches, collapsed stone ruins, spiderwebs. You get the picture. S was being held in the center of a large cavern and guarded by all of these bandits. A pathway through the ruins spiraled down to his cage and the whole thing was lined with bandit guardians.

I tried to make my way around silently, sneaking up behind the bandits and slitting their throats and what-not. I was doing pretty well for awhile until one of them let out an accidental scream. Bandits started charging me from all around, and I went into a whirly-twirly fighting style, slashing down baddies left and right.

In all of the chaos, C and A repelled down on ropes and let S free. S was this huge hulking panda character for some reason. We had to get out of here. We ran for the exit, but it was different going back the other way.

I came across this room where four women were chained up. They didn't have much clothing, and they told me that they were sex slaves to the bandit clan for years and wanted to be freed. (man, this was a dark RPG game.) I cut the lock with my sword and they ran out. Then a bandit came in and screamed that their slaves were getting away. Then, almost hilariously, dozens of male bandits charged out of the cave after the women who ran off. I told my friends that we should probably kill the bandits, if not for saving the women (Some kind of bonus quest.) , at least for the XP. After all, I'd killed a few dozen of them without taking a scratch.

They seemed insistent that we hide behind this wall though while the bandits continued stampeding out of the dungeon. At least a hundred had to have run past us by now. I kept on urging them that we should fight. They told me that we didn't know how many bandits there were. I wanted to fight, because they were all really low level, like three and four level bandits. Our levels were like 50 or something. I tried to go after them, but C and S held me down. The last thing I recall was that C's character had piercing green eyes. She looked at me with them.


I was having a very odd dream where I was pulling a large metal sled up a hill by the side of my house. There were a bunch of sleeping animals on it, including a cat, a snake, a couple of mice, and a small brown pig from what I could remember. Everything was tinted with an orange-ish light.

I somehow grabbed hold of some really unclear lucidity. (We're gonna use the drunk lucidity color for this dream.) While I was outright lucid, I was pretty tired last night, and I couldn't really think straight.

One of my longer-term goals came to mind, I wanted to manifest my old dream Nemesis, a boy named Jonathan. I wanted to either defeat him or befriend him. I tried to concentrate on that. As I got to the top of the hill, I stopped pulling the sled. There was a shallow pit in the ground surrounded by garden bricks, and he was laying down in it.

Jonathan came to, and he got up out of the hole. Even with my crappy lucidity, I could pick up on the DC's energy. He wasn't the least bit evil anymore. He looked a little bit different too. The bags under his eyes were gone, and his hair was more flat rather than spiky. He had gotten rid of everything in his attire that made him look evil, such as the big silver skull that I remember him having around his neck.

For some reason he wanted to see Manei now. Something along the lines of wanting to apologize for all of the crap that he caused in the past. He apologized to me, first. We then started looking for Manei. I tried going into my house, telling myself that she would be inside, but I couldn't find her.

He asked me why it wasn't working. I told him that it might be because the dream is so accurately recreating my house that I am subconsciously convinced that this is waking life, and therefore have difficulty bringing something I associate with dreams into this reality. I told him that if we could get to a more dreamlike setting, manifesting her might be easier.

I then for some reason a really weird idea. I wanted to try using Dreamspeak to summon her. I didn't know what to say or really why I wanted to try this idea. Blame the unclear lucidity.

"Manei, Kuasen axio sosunsombule."

"What the heck did you just say?"

"I summoned her... I think."

Just then, I picked up on her energy. I could tell she was outside, across the street. We made our way there, and found her. For some reason, she had chosen to appear as an elderly woman.

Jonathan apologized in a short and awkward way. Manei looked at him in a strange, sort of unsympathetic way. I could tell she wasn't really too happy to see this guy. Jonathan eventually said that staying around here would just be awkward, and that he can understand why staying around might not be the best idea after what he did in the past. He told us he was going to leave, and walked off into the sun, where he became blurry and faded away.

I noticed that Manei had some bandages around her arms. I asked her about them and she told me that she had gotten burned attempting some kind of energy transmission with a higher-up. She told me that it had worked, and the burns were mild and just a side-effect. She told me that she had been feeling a lot better since the energy transmission.

I woke up from a dream and was place on a bunk bed. I then use the ladder to come down. That's when I attempted to turn on the lights but it did not work. I attempted 3 more times in till I look at my fingers to confirm I am dreaming. I turn around and saw a mirror floating in mid air directly at my face. I quickly place both of my hands on to it and confirm it felt physical. I then open the door to be in the living room. I could hear my grandmother and notice the lights are on upstairs. I then went in to the kitchen and then to the back door. While at the back door, I could hear music coming from the refrigerator.


I was amazed and said nice. I then phase through the back door and began walking on the grass. I observed the scenery and noted to myself that the quality was slightly lower than real life, but was much more brighter than ever. The sky was very sunny with a clear blue sky. I then climb up on one hill and saw a short wooden ladder. I decided to climb it, while I am I began hearing a song I enjoyed while the wind began to increase which made all of this more relaxing. I then climb back down and continue to jog in the meadows. I proclaim to the dream that I didn't need anyone, in attempt to make sure it stays like this. There was many different colors of flowers. After a few minutes being in the meadows I finally reach the end of it.

That's when the sky began to get dark and soon after some guy was shooting lightning at me. I thought of fire and on cue fire came from thin air and cut that person path from me. I then began walking on the side walk could tell night will soon be here. Then eventually I am walking along side two other people that appear to be kids. The littler one with the orange hoodie look at me and tried to cause me to flinch in a attempt to wake me up. I didn't flinch but told him if he did that again I would end up destroying everything in this dream before he gets the chance to try a second attempt at waking me up from my own will.

The DC child had a huge smirk on his face that only made me decide to turn around and walk the other way. However I could tell he was following me, so I quickly made the conscious decision to phase through the concrete wall, since the dream environment had turn itself in to a tunnel. I however quickly aborted this idea and wanted to continue going the same way I chose without letting 1 person ruin it for me. I turn around to not only see the kid making a black teleportation hole in the tunnel in the exact area I mentally decided to phase through in.

But the DC child also back out of it once he realize I decided not to phase through. He then looks at me, waiting for a reaction. I began to get irritated and it became clear to me this was a problem that needed to be dealt with. I quickly manifested a grenade behind my lower half waist. That's when I hop fast like a bunny dropping the manifested grenades consistently. The explosion impact was causing mass destruction. The two kids were running, while one was screaming the little one in the orange hoodie was laughing. I focus my next hop to ensure me that they'll both get hit.

The whole building walls broke down and turns out we were going through a lot of stairs, while being high up in the sky. The two kids realizing no other option both jump off from the building and had a long way down. I also jump to make sure when they do land that they won't get up. I could see one leap to another building. So he was safe, but the one I truly wanted was no where to be found. I then crash on to a building and began gliding down the mirrors of the tall building with my hands and feet. The drop made me lose a bit of lucidity. I then notice a near by hospital.

I proceeded to walk toward the hospital and attempted to open the door with a pink wrapped key. The door was not opening though. Through the clear transparent wall, the people sitting down was all staring at me. Was I doing something wrong?, I wondered. I then woke up. Lucidity Time: 10 minutes

In this dream I was at my cabin with my father in-law. We were working on installing a chimney for the new fireplace on the 2nd storey. We were both kneeling, and doing something with the pipes. I noticed that all the walls on the 2nd storey had insulation and vapor barrier; however in the waking world, this is not the case. My cabin’s not insulated yet! Yaaay, I’m dreaming! I said to my ‘father in-law’, “We’ve got to be dreaming!” He stood up and looked around the cabin and said, “I think you’re right?” He looked at me with a shocked look of disbelief, and then he rubbed his eyes.

The 2nd storey floor then lowered to the first floor and we stepped off. I have no idea why the floor lowered. Strangely, I didn’t feel the floor lowering; maybe the 1st floor rose up to the 2nd. I said to my father in-law, “Watch me float!” I jumped up in the air a couple of feet and then slowly floated back down, and repeated this one more time. He stood perfectly still, with a broad stance, and stared me straight into my eyes. He opened his eyes so wide that his irises had white all the way around. He then said, “I’m having a real hard time with this.” My stressed father in-law then rubbed his eyes continuously and started to stumble around. All of a sudden, my son walked around the corner, and I started to describe to him what was happening. Fyi, my son has become sort of a dream guide to me over the last 6 months. Without warning, I woke up.

Morning of December 12, 2014. Friday.



I am in the process of having a sensual interlude with my wife when I am vaguely distracted by a shift in consciousness during an increase in actual rain (in reality) falling on the roof - it is a soothing sound. I am then in a large old empty church. This church (and a contemplation on why it is completely empty) is rather a surprise. There seems to be a vague female presence still (possibly the essence of my wife, but outside the room I am in) in the background. I think the (slightly smaller than life-sized) statue is of the Virgin Mary, though may also represent the generic statue of a tomb. Its location in the center of the room is not really logical. My dream is not very long, only about twenty seconds.

I reflect on earlier similar dreams, including one of “The Thinker” when I was very young. This statue does not seem to “come to life” in any way, though, as The Thinker did. It is static and with no viable essence. My mind goes two ways on what this could mean. On the one hand, it could represent my wife entering into a new spiritual potential (even after all these years) as that is what statues have tended to represent in my dream universe.

I could also ponder if the female presence was somehow M’s mother (who was Catholic) and the statue representing what is left of her life in the matter of M’s early death (in her being now less dynamic spiritually - though that is admittedly an assumption on my part). This is something that could never truly go away and which has resurfaced recently with regard to a new online entry concerning those days - also - he still appeared in a dream when I was nearly thirty. I always got the impression that M died at only thirteen because of his hatred of me (and because I did not want to fight that day - as I said in another entry, the calmer and friendlier I acted, the angrier he became), particularly what seemed like proof of precognition to him as the main basis for his anger and seeming fear - even though we had no actual relationship prior to that “last day”. Even more ironic was the fact that precognitive awareness (seemingly via Susan R) happened to me while mostly awake that night and which was verified the next Tuesday (“coincidentally” - I found out later - at the same time his funeral began). Of all the ways any of that could have gone, it all unfolded, in this case, exactly the way I “foresaw” it. However, once again, this can also be “explained” as some form of remote viewing (which I have validated for myself thousands of times, so it really does not pay to feign ignorance) rather than precognition - or more likely - the typical precognition and remote viewing hybrid that most dreams seem to carry at one level.

Morning of December 12, 2014. Friday.

Dream #: 17,525-02. Reading time: 35 sec.



This dream reflected in part (though exaggerated in context) something Zsuzsanna had recently seen on television and had not mentioned to me. (This happens often.)

There is a lake of ice falling from space, threatening the American continent. It seems like it will be a big disaster. I view various maps and see details on the televised news. Looking at the map, I notice areas that are supposedly more dangerous to be in during the impact.

However, the massive lake of ice that is almost as big as America melts rapidly on approach. It soon vanishes as it is descending, without causing any “rain.” The event results in an unusual perspective with a strange sense of being personally protected by its natural continuity.

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There is a scene from a Superman movie where he drops a frozen lake over a fire, but in that situation, it does become rain.

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12.12.2014

Stars in the sky blow up like fireworks (chain of false awakening and lucids) (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I had a False Awakening and I was about to write down my dream, when I felt very fuzzy and like everything was wavy. I was moving but I was falling alseep and having a chain of spit-second FAs. Until I had a more abrupt false awakening and I was altered and nervious so I did a reality check because I literally had no idea in what realm I was!

I could not see, so I got off bed and jumped a couple times, gravity was not acting normal so I turned lucid. I also checked my hands (now vision was clear) and I had six fingers. I was going to exit the house until I faded out and I was back in bed.

I knew I was still dreaming, checked my hands again and remained lucid. I existed the house and took of to fly. The sky was full of stars, but it had stars of many colors, like neon colors. I took a fly to make the dream stable and it went crystal clear. I then saw that the stars started to explote like if they were fireworks, but the colors were much more vivid than real fireworks and there was a like a chain reaction.








I decided to do an easy dare, as I did not find my dream stability to be at its finest, so I decided to:

Originally Posted by anyone dare

Put some flowers on the graves of a cemetery at night. (Box77)

I started to fly looking for a graveyard, but once again, I faded out.

I was back in bed, still knowing I was dreaming, I was starting to get annoyed with the false awakenings. I had a successive chain of 2-3 more false awakenings. Always knowing I was dreaming, they happened fast.

During one of them, I managed to exit the house again, but I was in a void of nothingness for a few seconds until I faded out.

One more False Awakening with reality check. I exited the house and started to fly. I saw a huge neon sign in the sky, made out of stars but also with many colors like neon. As I approached at them, they exploted again and made tons of colors. There were some x-mas trees and decorations. I got stuck with a x-mas ribbon (talk about dream coontrol on this one... meh... the whole dream was a mess anyone, probably REM was ending.) After a while, I managed to fly away from it. I felt I was waking up, tried to rub my hands and had another false awakening, where I was still rubbing my hands and I figured I woke up like that, but I did a reality check and I was still asleep. I did not bother anymore in getting out of bed, as the dream quality was awful and extremely unstable. A few seconds later, I woke up for real.

We all began running outside an unknown broken down grey house. I was now on the porch with a group of people I didn't know. I'd say roughly 15 people or less. I was lucid and was given under the impression that everyone standing here was also already lucid dreaming. It was snowing and all of us was observing it. What I notice during this moment was that everything was a lot brighter and had quite a gloss around everything. We all then circle around one another, knowing this was the last of the gathering.

Most of them were saying their goodbyes, I then began to realize I was starting to have a difficult time seeing all their faces as more of their body parts began to become invisible and consume by the fog. I then decided to walk away, once I started doing that I quickly notice my vision had decrease. The dream was beginning to get blurry, I then began feeling the sensation that I could wake up. I turn my head around to say that when we're all together, the lucidity would never breakdown.

I could feel all your stabilizing consciousness drifting away. There was one guy standing at the porch and he agreed with me. That's when everyone began running faster in to different areas. I notice this one person that ran pass me. I continue to watch them in till they disappear from my sight completely. That's when I jump over the black gated fence and fully loss my lucidity. Lucidity Time: 3 minutes.

Ritual: I had a vibrating alarm in my hand, but I think it was the cat that woke me, as there was still four minutes left on the alarm when I got up after the end of the dream. The cat is a likely culprit, since he frequently comes and meows at me several times in the morning, even after he's been fed. Whatever it was, luckily I had the presence of mind to remember not to move, and if the cat was meowing, somehow I did a great job of tuning him out. I focused on trying to maintain a state just below the threshhold of full waking that would allow me to DEILD.

My DEILD technique developed unintentionally out of my WILDs, since I had always instinctively chained them through inadvertant half-wakings. For this reason it feels natural to try to DEILD by "separating" my sense of the dream body from my physical one rather than incubating visual impressions, since I do WILDs the same way, so I started by trying to move my dream-limbs. I wasn't entirely sure if it was working, as it felt a lot like I was really moving, but it also seemed suspiciously easy and I wasn't getting tangled in the bedcovers. Eventually I was raising my knees alternately until it felt almost like I was marching in place. I had the impression that I was lying on my back while doing this, although it is almost certain that in WL I was actually lying on my side.

I hadn't been dreaming right before I half-woke, at least as far as I could recall, so there was no particular scenario to dwell on. Instead I just let imagery form randomly. There was a series of brightly-colored hypnagogic scenes that for some reason were all very cartoon-like. None of them turned into a dream, nor did I expect them to. All my thrashing was with the intent to integrate myself well enough into the dream body that I could "get up" out of bed.

(Actually as I was writing this account I did remember a non-lucid dream that must have occurred in the previous sleep period. But I didn't remember it at the time so it did not influence the attempt.)

I thought I could be more certain I was really dreaming if I moved in an unnatural way, so I tried some rotations. I was unable to rotate laterally, but eventually managed to rotate around my body's vertical axis until it felt like I was lying on my face. This was especially interesting because the whole time I was convinced I felt the cat standing on me, so the impression of his weight went from being located in my chest to on my back. At this point things seemed sufficiently unnatural that I was confident I was dreaming, so I continued to roll horizontally to the side until I fell right out of the bed. It still felt remarkably lifelike, but my landing was much too soft and painless to be real... in RL I'd likely suffer serious injury if I rolled out of the bed that way, since the bed is quite high and I suspect I'd hit my head on the bedside table on the way down!

DEILD: As I scrambled up from the floor, I noted that my mind felt very clear but my senses were vague. I danced a bit as I left the room, since I was still trying to transfer sensation and awareness fully from my sleeping self to my dream body. I still had a shadow of a doubt that I might be confused and actually awake, so I was slightly concerned about the prospect of leaving the house naked. However, I didn't feel like bothering with clothes if I was dreaming, and I figured as soon as I left the house I'd know for sure, because in my dreams the landscape outside is usually different.

Sure enough, as I stepped out the sliding door from the kitchen, instead of the concrete pool patio I found myself standing next to a steep hillside heavily overgrown with brush and small trees. I started climbing it and the earth was loose and leafy enough that it was easy to get purchase on it even though the slope was extremely steep; it seemed like a 60 degree incline. I remembered that my goal was to reach a winter forest, and promptly noticed the patches of wet snow on the ground, like those that appear when it has snowed recently but much of it has already melted. I momentarily wonder if I will be cold without clothes on, but remind myself that my dream persona is often a vampire, so the cold shouldn't bother me.

I have elaborate tasks stored up: there are a lot of things I plan to do in the forest, like another attempt at my lucid dare and perhaps "Hansel and Gretel" for the TOTY. But the snow reminds me of the TOTM, and I recall that was the reason I had specified a "winter" forest in the first place. I decide that it would be nice to get wings again and that the basic task won't be too hard to accomplish as long as I can find a DC to throw a snowball at. I scoop up some snow and pack it into a ball. The texture feels a little off as the snow comes together, too smooth and almost slick, rather than with the crunch of real snow.

(WLR: I realize that the odd texture of my snowball was probably influenced by dolphin's post on the TOTM thread where he says that his snowball ended up being a rice ball! I think the plasticky texture was also influenced by a knickknack I saw the other day in a Paper Source store: it was a little snowman made of some sort of white latex-like material that you could build up into shapes and then it would slowly "melt" again.)

Snowball in hand, I need to find some DCs. I look around but there is no one in sight. However I see a couple houses in the distance, off the to left beyond some open ground. I come down from the hill and go that way instead, in the direction of the houses. I figure I can ring the doorbell of one of the houses and lob the snowball at whoever opens the door—a bit rude, perhaps, but it will get the job done! But soon the problem is simplified when I see two DCs walking directly toward me, women dressed in business casual. I feel a bit anxious that something might go wrong before I get close enough to hit them with the snowball. Maybe I should just throw it now? I try to remember how the TOTM was worded: did it specify that the snowball needed to hit? [In retrospect I see that it does.]

While I vacillate we are still walking toward one another, and soon it looks like they are in range, so I throw the snowball. It misses, so I quickly make another and try again. It misses as well, so I pack a third one and aim more carefully. This time the snowball strikes the woman walking on the left on the lapel of her teal-colored suit jacket. The women seem nonplussed at first, but instead of protesting they soon start making snowballs of their own to throw at me, so we have an old-fashioned snowball fight.

Meanwhile two more DCs, middle-aged men, are approaching from another direction, and quickly get drawn into our game. One of the men seems annoyed initially when he is struck by a snowball, but before long he is participating enthusiastically and exclaiming, "I love this! I love this!" as though rediscovering the pleasures of childhood. The other man is older and well-dressed, with a strong accent that sounds not quite German but something in that neighborhood. He says, "Uh... apologies for staring. A rigorous loser, poor loser." I can make out his words distinctly but I don't know what he's referring to, and at this point I wake up.

I went to take a nap in the afternoon last night and almost immediately started WILD. Seeing as I have gotten over my fear of the first part of WILD, I tried to sit up and separate myself from my body. The first time I tried was too soon and I actually ended up sitting up and waking myself up luckily I didn't mess it up so it started again immediately and I was more patient this time.

I ended up on a random street with some people around, and I remembered the task of the month where you have to throw a snowball at someone. There was no snow around, so I tried materializing one in my hand. It took a few tries, but it worked. There was some bald, fat man in a brown coat walking in the direction away from me, so I threw it at his back. He turned around for a second but just kept walking. Kind of disappointing. Weird thing about this LD, was that there were like golden glowing flakes/sparks falling from the sky, but they never reached the ground. I'm not sure what that was all about. I don't really want to disclose the rest of the LD, because I got bored and experimented with sex stuff, which always makes me wake up, I don't even know why I bother.