lucid

Been pretty sick since yesterday. Just the flu but I'm pretty miserable. I couldn't sleep very well for a while last night, but once I'd taken some food and ibuprofen at 3 AM I was able to get about four hours of sleep, maybe? On top of the three I spent tossing and turning in a fever-induced mental fog. Soyeh.

But on the bright side I had a pretty cool dream. Still kinda off-the-wall 'cause of me being sick I think, but it was also in HD! Exciting~

Dream - ¿¿???/ im sick
so let's see here, I'd fallen asleep in relative semi-comfort and it felt like I went right into a dream, which was cool 'cause normally I'm not aware of when a dream starts. It was about this one Indian religious teacher guy who was on a frickin' long giant zip line thing. I'm not sure what they're called but basically it was these wires suspended and (unrealistically) curving in mid-air, and these car things, sort of like ferris wheel cars, were hung on 'em and just drifted down the wires thanks to gravity. I was either in the car with him or maybe I was him? It was sort of hard to tell.

Anyway I was pretty much lucid right then, and thinking (as myself) about how in real life I'd only been on something like this once, and how this had to be a dream. And then I just spent the rest of the ride looking around at everything and saying "Wow" out loud over and over. It was a very bright, sunny day, and we were a ridiculous distance up in the air; the trees below us were like frickin lil bushes. So I was pretty much just takin' in a spectacular amount of sunlit scenery. And I was totally amazed by how detailed and realistic everything was, and happy that I was able to have this experience again~ :3

and yeah then there was other non-lucid stuff about Dad and I goin' to get food after he met me at the zip line landing platform and I totes remember seeing and eating Fruit Loops and I could taste 'em and everything yayyy

Color legend: Non-dream Dream Lucid

Lucid #199: 1985

I’m hanging out with my friends “Leroy”, “Captain Kirk”, and “R” in a hotel room. I’m explaining to them that if we all think of the same time period at once, we’ll begin a shared dream that transports us to that time.

“Think of 1985!” I cry excitedly. Everyone gets a look of concentration on their faces and I become lucid as a “shared dream” of 1985 begins.

I spy a bin full of socks nearby. “Everyone wear their socks like they did in 1985!” I say, and everyone grabs a pair of long socks and pulls them all the way up. (I don’t think people really wore their socks this way in 1985, but oh well.)

I yank my socks up to knee height. “It’s hip to be square,” I say, and the DCs laugh at my awkward 80s reference. For some reason I think this is hilarious, and Hip to Be Square starts playing faintly in the background. (Not released until 1986! )



We walk outside of the hotel room to a nighttime scene at a gas station. “Captain Kirk” points toward a nearby Bronco at a refueling station and says, “We need to put some gas in the car.” We all walk over there and he starts filling up the tank. (I don’t recall him paying in advance with a credit card.)

Leroy suddenly looks worried and says, “We lost [The Schwartz]!” (“The Schwartz” is another friend who hasn’t yet appeared in this scene.) I have a false memory of The Schwartz being in our group earlier and think we’ve lost him. I know that the disappearance of a DC isn’t anything to get worried about, but I agree that we should look for him.

There’s a brick building nearby. Leroy and I enter it through a metal doorway and we wind up in a huge room that’s clearly bigger than the building itself. It looks like some kind of trap-filled dungeon, complete with a large pit of bloody spikes and stone walls lined with torches. On a ledge maybe fifteen feet above, we see The Schwartz gripping a rope and preparing to swing across the pit like Tarzan.

I’m still aware that this is a dream, but I’m not sure that I want to see how this plays out. Leroy and I implore the Schwartz to come down from the ledge and not go swinging over a pit of dream-spikes. Noticing us for the first time, he waves down to us. The dream ends shortly after.

Color legend: Non-dream Dream Lucid

Lucid #198: The Egg

I’m standing in a sparse building that looks like a cleared-out convenience store. Wife’s standing about fifteen feet away, singing expressively to the room. I’m behind a high countertop staring with little comprehension at a strange deck of cards, wondering how I’m supposed to play with them. The thought of dreaming crosses my mind and I become lucid.

Slightly taken aback at the plunge into lucidity, I try to remember April’s Task of the Month. The actual task is to look inside an Easter egg, but I remember it as “give an egg to a DC”.

I walk up to Wife, reach behind my back, and say, “Hey, [Wife]! Here’s an egg.” I produce a plain white egg and place it into her left hand, feeling smugly satisfied at this “flawless execution”. Wife stops singing and glares at me, slightly shaking her head. She looks pissed and her expression seems to ask me What the hell are you doing?

Then with one swift motion, she smashes the egg all over her right shoulder. A gush of yolk and snotty-looking egg white flows down her arm. After another couple seconds of staring daggers at me, she turns her attention away, smiles, and returns to singing.

I return to my spot behind the counter, curious again about the playing cards. They’re now face down in three separate piles. I turn a few over, but the symbols are indecipherable to me.

Giving up on this, I wander into an adjacent room. It looks like a small basement with one high window along the wall. There’s also a wide hole near the top of one wall that looks like I could crawl through. I begin hoisting myself up to explore it, but the dream ends.

Morning of April 9, 2014. Wednesday. (Wedding anniversary; married April 9, 1994.)



I am at a basketball game (yet I have not been to a real one in many years) and over time, I notice people leaving. I focus on the player with the number twenty-two on his top for a short time. Outside, floating above the landscape, I see that a hundred or so people are standing about and form a heart symbol in honor of our wedding anniversary.



In real life several months back, I grouped all the standing villagers (including the hundreds of additional ones converted by the monks) in the expansion pack of “Age of Empires” (Aztecs) into a heart shape, as well as others standing about in a formation that read “I love Zsuzsanna”. It is one of the only computer games I have ever played much in the last twenty years and played around with because of how easy it was to not only win, but to go to extremes with resources and hundreds of extra villagers (or soldiers) long after the game has been technically won (where only one more easy step is required to actually finish it and end the game play itself if or when desired).

I was in hospital in the yard and understood that it was a dream. I wanted to grow some plant which would give me melon elefants like in cartoon. (why not?) I sat on the ground and found a peach stone. I put it in the grownd and waited. In some time there grew something like red baloon. So i understood that i didn't succeed and awoke.

#304 - DILD - 5:10AM

I have an FA and get in a huge argument with my mom. Apparently, the time-line was a mixture of when I was a kid but thinking I was grown. I tell her staying with my grandma (maternal) for a week would be horribly boring though the thought crosses my mind that would probably have time to focus more on lucid dreaming. I tell her that, "I'm a grown-ass man and should be able to stay where I like." Undeterred, she continues mentions that after the week with her mom my other grandma (paternal) would be living with us until June. I have another horrible fit and finally decide there's no more point in arguing.

I walk into the next room and see my grandfather (maternal) talking to my dad with other people. I get the feeling everyone heard the argument and feel embarrassed. Suddenly, it dawns on me that my grandfather should be dead and I become lucid, although I think it's totally plausible that we would all be staying with my grandmother (maternal) who is also dead in waking life. I'm still feeling the heat of my argument with mother and I confront my grandfather about his being here. I feel a little pissed that he would show up when he's supposed to be dead. I rudely interupt his and my father's conversation. "Hey. Hey. HEY!. Aren't you supposed to be dead?!"
My grandfather calmly replies, "Yeah."
I state, "So this is a dream."
"You betcha.", is his only reply.
Suddenly, I get the idea that I am possibly actually talking to my dead grandfather. I realize I had been rude and angry and I let all emotion go. I try to think of something worthwhile to talk about since It's rare I see him in my dreams anymore. All I can think of is, "Are you alright?"
The says a simple, "Yep."
Unsure of what to say or do next I just say, "That's good. See ya." as I turn to walk away.


I am fooled by an FA and I have my dream journal in front of me. I am trying to type the first sentence of my dream but have a very hard time hitting the right letters on the touch screen. I begin to realize that there are more and more people crowding me. I look up and there seems have been to be a line forming as I sit on the floor starting at my device. It also seems that I am right in the way of everyone. I stand up and there seems to be some Black Friday event going on. I feel really crowded so I walk away but I am still focused on writing in my dream journal.

I finally get the full first sentence right when I pause to look around. I see my wife and several people from both our families around a folding table eating free samples of some type of fried cinnamon crisps in the shape of a Christmas tree. The decoration begins to look very festive as I make my way the the jar of goodies. I inhale one and reach in for several more. The cinnamon and sugar are all over my hands. There's another table set up with chocolate covered cherries. I reach for them as I suddenly wake up.

LUCID
*I noticed a Theravada monk chanting by a stupa mounted right next to a road. When me and my brother walked closer to him he walked away like he didn't wanna be bothered. We continued to walk doing some other stuff. We walked across this highway enter pass then I realized a could fly and that I was dreaming. I had the urge to show off in front of some DCs, so I did. I walked away thinking why do I waste my time on this nonsense, do I really need to boast my dream ego? There were two people on the street that I were trying to show off for. I don't remember a response from them after a flew up to the telephone line and came back down. Me and brother ended up at this book store. I thought of the idea of that Alan Wallace said about shape shifting the dream through the power of conceptual designation. I tried this and it didn't not work at the time. I notice a Indian girl walking with her mom, she said a very nice ass. I tried to will her pants to come down so I can get a better look at her ass haha. Again this didn't not work. She did climb up this latter thing and yes I got a better look. haha Thank You subconscious.

*I remember talking to roberto on the phone about how high I was off cannabis. I think I was about to put some clothes in the wash.

*There was a vision of the holy of india were the Buddha attained enlightment. There something being said about tara ma and her mantra. I can't remember who was saying it. Someone also said that gayatri mantra was also I good one. I thought but wait this is a hindu mantra how? There was also a scene with the Karmapa.

I got a couple small Lds this morning with my lucid tea blend of mugwort wormwood and peppermint.

#303 - DILD - 3:18AM

I am looking at the night sky. I see many stars but they are dim. I think I need to let the light absorb longer so I begin to stare. I tell myself that if anything odd happens I'll know it's a dream. At that thought I have strange vision problems and the stars look really odd. I wonder if I am seeing a dream sign or if my eyes are really messed up. My vision goes black.

I hear a doorbell. I am now in my living room. I open the door hoping it not those Jehovah witnesses from the other day. I answer the door and see Neil Tysons and George Noory are here . George has a book that looks like a Bible in his hand. Surely this pair isn't here for that. I am too shocked about them being here and I allow them to push past me and sit on the couch. George points to the shelves or books and movies and says to Niel, "Oh they like Noah we should sell them that." I am shocked to see the new Noah movie prominently displayed on the shelf. It must be my wife's. With that thought she says to the men, "I'm interested."

I wake up and try to DEILD but fail miserably. I have the thought "Mr. Cosmos and Mr. Coast To Coast AM were in my house."

I am in a class room taught by Neil. I can recall the lesson but I think that I should ask him something that I really want to know about. I draw a blank and space off in thought.

I am deep in me forest trying various wild dream herbs. I am following a historical man's foot steps researching tracing his research. I see him like some residual apparition. I see something like a stick or root in the ground. I call it... Tigeris root? I use another stick shaped like a pipe to smoke the herb. I wonder if I should be asleep for this to induce a lucid dream. I begin to feel odd as I inhale and soon my eyes close and I feel like I am floating. I am surprised to have found such a psychoactive herb just lying around. I begin to hear a narrative in Niel's voice about native Americans using this herb along side peyote for dream work and divination. The narrative spoke of struggling tribesman navigating through the void.

I am now lucid. I hear myself gasp heavily and loudly. It feels like an OBE transition and I struggle. I'm starting to see and look around and I realize I'm in my house and the fact the herb was all a dream. I am about to break free when my stomach rumbles and I wake up.

I'm out with some friends of mine, the ones I used to play when I was twenty.
They have guitar and bass and we are supposed to perform in a nightclub we used to play.
There is something like an audition and it's important we perform well.
We are nervous, especially because the guy playing the piano is in late.
Unfortunately they tell us that we have to perform in ten minutes and someone must play the piano!
My friends know I play piano and they say I must do it!
I'm fricking out as it's a lifetime I don't touch a piano and I have not enough time to recall the chords, so we hide in a storage room to attempt the performance.
I can't remember the chords and my friends are very upset, but I could not help.
I look at my fingers as I'm trying some chords, but the sound I make is NOISE!!
Then the door opens and the guy supposed to play the piano is there!
We are really happy and we prepare.
We are in the saloon now.
I wear a red dress as Jessica Rabbit and my friends very cool shirts. I feel so well.
My friends are ready. The lights are low, I close my eyes and caress my dress, it seems like silk.
Then we start to perform. The song is Bang Bang, Nancy Sinatra style.
Everything is perfect, I'm with my hands around the microphone.
I close two seconds my eyes, open them again and I look at my hands... and I though 'it is a dream?'.
An my hands are red!!! I don't know if because of the lights of because of the dress reflecting...
BUT then I woke upppp.... uff

08.04.2014

Grocery Retail Promotion Test (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I’m inside a grocery retail store, and it feels that I’m taking some kind of test to be promoted, or something like that. I see dream characters that are wearing dark blue polo shirts, and this makes me feel as if I’m going for assistant manager, or something like that. I know that I’m dreaming, though I don’t really take any means of changing the dream environment. I seem to shift my awareness to my dream body, and then in spectator mode where I’m analyzing the environment around me.

Things start out with me interacting with a female that looks like Kyra for short in waking life. She’s about the same height as I would conceptualize her in waking life, and I feel that during this moment, I had another dream with her. It was basically her trying to convince me to hang out with her more often, and that when a new section that will be a sports bar, or something like that in the small town opens up, that we could party with others.

I can’t remember my response to this, and I felt I ignored her to some extent. Anyway, back to shifting to the main dream, I think I had to ride a white scooter around the store. I honestly didn’t know what my task was, but it seemed to involve analyzing some objects around most of the store, and engaging in conversation with other dream characters that looked like assistant managers as well. There seems to be shifts where I would be starting out with a different assistant manager from Kyra.

One was a male that seemed to want to get the test over with, and he was using words like, “let’s get this shit done and over with, man.” He also tried to inform me to keep it a secret between us of how he intends to be easy on me during the test. After a while, I at a section where there seems to be toilet paper for sale, or maybe paper towels. I meet a dream character that looks like this, except with white hair:

He’s motioning with his fingers, and visage of something related to the objects in front of him, but I’m not really too sure on what he means through these non-verbal cues. After a while, I seem to have less awareness of the dream, and I forget what happens next.

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08.04.2014

Skating Through University (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I’m skating through a section at a university I used to attend. It feels so real, from the bumps on the wheels rolling on the surface, to the wind, and the momentum following along with how I shifted my body weight to speed up. I find myself eventually bending with my knees to go even faster around this area where buses usually stop near the Psychology building of the University.

I'm in a church. Little bags containing rosaries are passed around. As the congregation begins to pray the rosary, I take mine out of the bag and realize something's not right. My rosary has all the beads squished together with no spaces and it's much smaller than the ones that everyone else has. I start to recite the first prayer, but I get confused: is it an Our Father or a Hail Mary? Why do the words sound wrong when I say them? Why am I saying the prayer out loud and everyone else is praying silently?

I don't want to call attention to myself by saying the wrong prayer so I head to the back of the church, where there's a diner(???). I sit at the counter and call a friend, who wants to come meet me after the service is over. But in the meantime, she asks me to order her some "deep fried moo shu." Immediately, I think this is completely bizarre dish name. I'm sure the waitress behind the counter is going to think I'm insane for ordering, but she and the short-order cook don't even flinch.

I start thinking back to the deal with the rosary and the church service, and the scene shifts. This time, I'm in a hospital corridor. I walk into a room and see my dad in the bed, hooked up to machines. Now I know this is wrong because he's been out of the hospital for weeks. I know now that I'm dreaming, and I start spinning because I really do not want to be in this place.

At first, I find myself in some kind of subterranean chamber where the walls are made of packed dirt, but then the walls turn white and the diner counter appears in front of me. There's a square-shaped plate in front of me with Chinese food. I think of the Easter egg task, and brightly-colored eggs start appearing on the plate. I select a violet egg and open it. A tiny bird flies out of the egg, and when I look closer, I see that the egg also contains a large aquamarine set in a massive gold ring. Then I pick up a second egg, a light gray one with a snowflake etched in white. When I open it, a tiny frog jumps out and hops away.

I start trying to remember what the other tasks are and remember that one of them is to prank a DC. The diner fades away and is replaced by an office. I see a guy walking past me and ask him, "Hey, can you do me a favor and run down the street to get me a Diet Coke?" He agrees and steps outside through a glass door. As soon as he's gone, I lock the door so he can't get back in. But I realize that this is a pretty lousy prank, not to mention I can't be sure he'll come back in this dream. I turn around and see another guy, and think of the most basic prank I can remember. "Dude, your shoelace is untied," I point out, then snicker as he stops to check his perfectly-tied shoes.

The church service from earlier is still on my mind, and I wonder if it's due to my anxiety over Easter coming up (I'm not a practicing Catholic but I'll have to go take my Dad to Sunday Mass). I start wondering if I'll remember what to say at the right time. The next thing I know, I start making up my own creed: "I believe in evolution. I believe in making up my own mind on what to believe and letting others believe what they choose…"

I was really onto something there, but then the phone rang and woke me up.

I went semi-lucid during a nightmare - a scene involving IRL characters - and wanted to change the scene in order to get away from the nightmare. I had a false awakening - possibly two, memory's vague on this point - either way, I eventually wound up in my IRL bedroom, lucid (now unsure on whether or not I lost lucidity in between).

The room's dark, and I'm frustrated, feeling trapped. I've got the impression I'm stuck in some in-between state, not dreaming properly (whatever that means) and not able to wake myself up, and I'm trying to escape this state. I'm thinking about lack of control, and I look at an object in my hand and turn it into a sword, thinking of this as somewhat pointless, and thinking something about the way the dim light affects this. I find myself moving along the ceiling, as if I'm held up there against my will. There are two windows, and I manage to claw my way over to one while avoiding being pulled toward the other. I slide it open and tear out the screen (I was thinking something I can't recall in detail, something about the way the window responds to my actions by opening or not opening due to it being a part of a dream rather than a physical window), and with great effort manage to crawl through the window.

On the other side, I'm floating over water, surrounded by cliffs and hills covered in snow. It's night. There are wooden buildings and people outside, dressed in clothes from at least a few centuries ago. My perspective is moving, but I'm still partway in the window; when I look behind me, I can see the window hovering in midair. I'm moving toward the town center, and I can hear people talking - not a language I understand, but from some of the words I catch I believe it to be German, or some variant of it. There's some event about to take place, I believe it's something religious, some ritual.

I enter a building. Memory goes spotty here again, but eventually I wound up speaking with an old woman who gave an impression of beauty and power. To her left was a woman sitting asleep in a throne, dressed in a costume that could have been straight from the LotR movie elves - I specifically compared it to a costume while I was looking at her. I wondered if she was Julia. (It's unusual that it's something I wondered about, as opposed to just knowing.) The old woman was telling me about her plans, including something she was going to discard, and I requested that she give me that thing. She was surprised but amused and granted my request, but afterward I thought of this as a missed opportunity - I became distracted by the thing she gave me, I should have just listened and followed along with her.

After 30 min of breathing concetration, I hear a mini-snore coming from me... whoa! I thought I was still fully conscious, well I am, but my body is sleeping. Minutes later I feel I float from my body, yaaay! time to start going around, I fall into a combination of FA, SP, and finally WILD... all my life I thought that waking up in my room was some kind of AP instead of WILD, but here I am, finding that I can shift from one to another. Anyway, I'll let that for my mental notes.

I pass through the window and float over my garden. I see a pair of children already looking for easter eggs. I notice two of them between the bushes, one is brilliant purple and the other is red, but they are like quail egg-size. I take the purple one and it gets bigger and kind of heavy, I shake it and think "it feels like there is a real chicken inside", when I open it, there's a chicken-shaped chocolate (in my country there are this cute and tasty chicken-shaped chocolates named "pollitos")

I admit I'm kind of disappointed with my result after anotherdreamer's fairies!! I continue with the task I really want to do, the new plant thing, I try to make it appear in my hands, I look away while I expect it to appear and in my car's window reflection I see there are sparkles and something in my hand, but when I look to see there's nothing in them!! this is my third failed attempt with that task!! maybe it's because I want so badly to do it! or I really don't know how to summon or make things appear. I look sideways and think what other thing I should do, tornado or space??, I have done the space thing many times and it's cool, but I want to do something before.

I walk to the front house and see some DC's, I want to ask them something personal of my daily life, but not the children, they usually don't answer or are too shy. I see a woman in a wheelchair and ask her: why did you (plural) send me to look for R after so many years?
she looks angry at first and mumbles something about foolishness, but then she answers very kindly: I can't tell you.
Me: why?
woman: I can't give you that information yet. You'are still taking decisions outside consciousness. We're more concerned in trying to heal your physical part first.

She continues talking but everything became blurry and I woke up.

Date: 4/8/2014 (Mon)
Total sleep: 6.75 hours
Daytime Techniques: RCs, Visualization, Awareness, Mantras
Lucid Techniques: Mantras, Meditative Visualization, Reading Dream Journal
Recall Techniques: Meditative Visualization, Mantras
Fell Asleep: 10:00 pm
Dream 1 Title: (Fragment) Bike Ride
Dream 1: I am riding my old BMX bike along the main street of my town. I am with a friend (but I don’t know him in real life). He is wearing a white t-shirt, blue jeans, and dark blue Converse sneakers. He is riding in front of me on a red BMX style bike (the rims have regular spokes). It is a warm summer day. The trees are covered in green leaves. We swerve off the road onto a dirt path which leads behind a chain link fence on our left. I can see tall green grass on both sides of the path, and taller grass around the fence. The fence is old, the galvanized steel has grown gray with spots of rust. We peddle up a slight incline and I can see a sharper incline (about 10 feet high) in front of us. We stop at the bottom. I know the incline leads to rail road tracks. I know we are trying to get to the high school and the tracks won’t take us there. I say, “I think we should go back and stay on the street.” The dream fades and I wake up at 4:15 am.
Dream 2 Title: The Moon Makes Me Lucid (**Lucid**)
Dream 2: I am in my old house, the first house where I lived with my wife and daughter. I am lying on a mattress, under a white comforter. The mattress is on the living room floor near the large front window. The room looks very similar to reality. I can see the yellow painted walls, the white painted steam heater in front of the window, the light colored wood of the hardwood floor, and the large white framed window. I can see the reflection of the moon on the shine of the hardwood floor. Something doesn’t feel right to me. I roll over onto my back and see my wife next to me, on my left (which is the wrong side of the bed for her). She is snuggled under the blanket so I can only see her wavy blond hair and her face from the nose up. Behind her I can see my daughter laying on the floor under a white blanket. Beyond her I can see the fireplace. I turn back to the window. Outside I can see the large maple tree and beneath it the low stone wall. I can see the neighboring houses beyond the tree. I look upward and see a brilliant moon between the bare branches of the tree. I still feel that something isn’t right. I stare at the moon. It is very bright and much larger than I have ever seen it. I can clearly see the craters on the surface. As I stair I start to wonder if I’m dreaming. Then the craters begin to shift and swirl. The bottom section of the moon begins to disappear. Then I remember that I was back at my real home, in bed, just a little while ago. I am lucid without a reality check. I throw the blankets off of me and stand up. I am no longer in the living room. I am now out in the front yard, but the mattress, my daughter, and the fireplace are all there as well. My wife and daughter are sitting up and looking at me. I say, “I’m Dreaming!” Neither respond. I remember my goal to fly into space, but I don’t remember to stabilize the dream. I also remember that last time I tried to jump to fly it wake me up. I levitate off the ground and float up into the tree branches. I’m annoyed as the branches poke me and I worry I will get tangled. I float away from the tree and begin to fly upward. I am feeling such joy at being lucid again. My eyes are on the night sky, which is now overcast. I will myself to go faster, I want to hit supersonic speed and leave the atmosphere as quickly as possible. I can feel the wind on my face and the g-force increase as it pushed the skin on my face back. I can still only see the clouds and darkness above me. I worry that the dream is going to collapse so I decided to look down at the ground so I have something more upon which to focus. I awaken. I am back in the front yard of my old house laying on some blankets. I am no longer lucid. I can clearly see the yellow vinyl siding, the white framed windows, the stone steps leading up to the white side door, the large front window, and the bushes. My wife and daughter are there and are picking up blankets and clothing off the ground. I get up and begin searching for my notebook so I can write down my lucid dream. I am looking under cloths and blanket, but just can’t find it. I’m very annoyed because I don’t want to forget the dream. My in-laws walk out of the door of the house and into the yard. I say to my mother in lay, “I just had a lucid dream.” I start to explain the dream to her, but the dream fades and I awake. It is 4:47 am.
Awake: 4:47 am
Vividness: (scale of 1-15, 10 is waking life vividness) D1 = 5; D2 = 12
Awareness: (1-10; or lucid) D1 = 5; D2 = Lucid
Length: (how long it felt like! Because that matters) D1 = 2 min; D2 = 10 min
Emotions: Joy, Annoyance, Worry
Dream Signs: Riding old BMX bike, Being a kid again, Back at old house, laying on a mattress in the living room/font yard
Notes: I took magnesium before bed. I read my dream journal, meditated, visualized being lucid in a dream, stated my intent to wake up after each dream and remember my dreams, and repeated my mantra before I dozed off. I did wake up several times after 4 of my dreams, but couldn’t recall the first 2. I did not get frustrated by the lack of recall. I reminded myself that I am in the early stages of learning and I will continue to improve. I stated my mantra each time I awoke until I dozed back off. This LD happed exactly like my recent ones. I woke up after 4 am from a dream. I made some mental notes about the dream. I stated my mantras as I dozed off. Then, while I was dreaming, my awareness was much higher. I could “feel” that something wasn’t right. Then something trigged me to remember being back in my RL bed shortly before the dream. I do need to work on stabilizing the dream. This particular dream hasn’t left me with as much of a “high” as other recent LDs. I feel it is due to the false awakening. The lucid part of my dream doesn’t feel as vivid to me because I didn’t come straight from lucidity to being awake. I have to work on RCs after all awakenings.
I am going to change my goals for LDs. My #1 priority is to get lucid as often as possible. The experience of being lucid is the best way for me to have more LDs. When I am having them more often then I can start setting goals for what I want to do in the dreams. For now I just want to stabilize the dream, explore and do what I feel like at the time. I just want to gain more experience.

07.04.2014

Me vs. Ganondorf, Midna, and Zanza (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I’m inside an area that seems to be some kind of ancient arena filled with decorative projections akin to what you may see in a castle. It seems to be the lowest of the structure that I’m in, and I find myself right in the middle of an odd situation.

Ganondorf (the Twilight Princess version), Midna (her original form), and Zanza from Xenoblade Chronicles (I think the DC resembled him) all seemed to be coming after me.

I take this as a sign of having to prepare for retaliation, rather than stopping in my tracks, and asking what they’re intending to do. Midna seems to be wearing a female version of Zanza’s attire, and Zanza’s is in his usual getup. I forgot what was needed in order to defeat them, but it was something in relation in affecting the body vessels they absorbed energy from if there were ever close to being fatally injured.

I think I had some dream characters that would help me out, but they either became nonexistent after a while, or I had to fight them instead. There’s a few shifts where Midna seems to be planting a sword deep into someone’s upper chest, and she’s sit on them while having one knee kneeling on the floor. She casually turns to my direction with a face that seems to be smiling, but not in a manner of I’m-going-to-kill-you-next, I was unsure of what she was going to do.

Maybe she killed the Ganondorf DC, beats me. And as for the DC that had a resemblance of Zanza, I don’t recall him being an issue. He just sort of existed, and flew about in random places every now and then.

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07.04.2014

Itachi, Red Eyes, and Some Other Stuff (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Too long to even bother investing time on:
>>I’m shifting perspectives between Obitio, Itachi, and maybe a dream body of myself
>> When I’m me, it seems that I’m going to fall into a bottomless pit, and I see the sides of where I’m falling are filled with paper bombs, similar to what Konan did to Obito

>> Obito uses Kamui to try and save me, I think, but the paper bombs are obviously going to be sucked in. So I guess he used Izanagi, since I seem to be fine after that fiasco.

>> Itachi states how a person can acquire certain eyes if they are leaders for a clan, or something like that.

>>I see a 3d representation of the eye, but I can’t recall the finer details too well

>>Some other stuff happens, I don’t know.