lucid

Morning of March 22, 2014. Saturday.



My wife and I are in an unfamiliar room (seemingly on the second floor) of bluish pastel-painted plaster walls, which seems like some sort of composite between a post office and a large hospital waiting room but also has the slight feeling of a laundromat. The room’s layout is like two squares attached (at the corners) but open about forty percent inward from the corners. Several vending machines are in the room, but there are not any other outstanding features. A beige picnic table is in one corner on the opposite side of the wall where a row of three vending machines stand near where I am. To my left is the only entrance. At least one other vending machine is near the picnic table. (It actually seems similar to a hospital area from real life when my wife had our last child, but not a waiting room, rather a more empty area near the entrance to a larger patients room.) There is some sort of contest announced on the radio whereby a person can win a very large amount of money along with many other prizes and prestige by finding one of three special keys randomly placed in packs of trading cards. (This actually seems more like a “back story” to my dream than an in-dream event, as there is no radio and I do not remember directly hearing about it.) My wife leaves, apparently to go and get something or to check on the children. I am still not quite sure where we are.

I notice an open pack (the wrapper is still on, but the top part mostly torn across) of trading cards near my feet just as I go to purchase a pack from the vending machine. I pick it up and take the cards out (they are similar to the cards Woolworths is presently giving out for each $20.00 spent but slightly bigger - otherwise the wrapping seems very similar). As I lightly thumb the cards, I am happy to see a beautiful shimmering silver key under the third card. I put the cards and key in my pocket. I am puzzled as to why someone would leave it there, or perhaps they had carelessly dropped it before leaving and have not been back yet. At any rate, I still decide to buy my own pack, although the three special keys are said to have been distributed quite a distance from each other implying across the country (We may be in the USA in this dream; unsure). Amazingly, I find a similar beautiful silver key under the third card in my pack. It is mostly the same except for a different milling pattern.

I go and sit down at the picnic table to wait for my wife to come back. I then look to my right and notice another set of cards on the floor near the nearest vending machine. This one, unlike the first abandoned pack, does not have the wrapper on it. I look through them, and again, there is a beautiful silver key under the third card. This one is slightly smaller than the other two and has an elaborate symbol on the head/bow of the key, almost tattoo-like, the Egyptian symbol of a seated woman with a rainbow-like and balance-scale-like arch over her. I decide to keep that one as well and hold the three keys together focusing on their amazing value or potential value.

An (unknown) man comes in, informally dressed, and seems surprised to see me there. At first, it seems he is a maintenance person or a janitor. There is also the idea, though, that he has something to do with the prizes and acknowledgements of the winners. For some reason, I tell him about the cards and the keys, noting how each key was under the third card in each case. I feel a bit wary in the back of my mind and think I perhaps should not be revealing this. However, even upon seeing the keys, he does not believe what happened at all. He seems very puzzled and almost angry. Even if it “did” happen (and he still does not believe it did) the keys would have to be returned to the unopened packs (which makes no sense) or to the people who had lost them. Even the one I actually got legitimately from purchasing from the machine apparently “did not happen”. His state of mind and ideas remind me a lot of ordinary people from real life in a way that borders on hilarity in how people do not believe much of anything that actually happens and instead, try to go “by the book” so to speak (or by something they read somewhere - as if that means anything in light of their real experiences or perception) to pretend to have some level of understanding or even authority on a subject. He leaves to contact the prize authorities to see where each key “really” is and the status of any winners, if any. I am amused almost to the point of bliss at his idiotic doubting behavior (even upon seeing the special keys) yet also am very glad I still have the three special keys and am thinking about getting my wife and family and leaving before he gets back (assuming he even finds his way back).

I then inexplicably find myself in a completely unfamiliar area near a large fancy building which is almost castle-like (but seems more like a public venue in perhaps Beverly Hills). I use the smaller key to get in, but there are also a number of security gates which the keys may also fit, but I do not feel like opening all those doors. There are halls that go off in different directions. Instead, I transform into a snake and am able to slide through the bars of the security doors, albeit feeling quite strange. I have no perception of arms and legs and my “stomach” feels very odd and stretched out over a longer area. I turn back into myself when reaching a wooden door (of vertical slats) whereby the top is rounded rather than straight across. I am then wearing a loose white robe that has a very long red belt tied around my waist and hanging down from both ends. I open the wooden door into an amazing room and my awareness becomes even more vivid and clear. However, there is the astounding feeling that I am outside of my own consciousness somehow. (I should point out that some generic dream scripting I had been doing included the scene of opening a door “into a revelation”.)

The actor, Alexander Siddig, is standing there on the other side of the room in an elaborate prince-like costume. He looks at me in a very puzzled manner. There are a number of other people in the room who are all looking at me in a puzzled or offended manner. They all seem to be extremely wealthy and most are dressed in almost early 1700s style. There is a stage set up on that side of the room, and a few almost bleacher-like or pew-like seats on the right side. A few people are seated seemingly as an audience on each side. At least five others seem to be a part of the play and engaging in some sort of conversation.

“The barriers and security doors are there for a reason,” he stammers almost embarrassingly. “You can’t just…you can’t just barge in on someone else’s dream…how did you get in here…who gave you permission…this is a private gathering and you need to leave now…so just…go…please…” He then starts talking to the others on matters of my intelligence and inability to understand privacy and such, although someone also comments on my “unfair advantage” and how I have disrupted the circadian rhythms of several dreamers in conference. I “know” that he is “real” but I am not sure about the others. I am thinking on whether they are tulpas, higher entities originally developed from tulpas, real higher entities birthed from the higher planes, scripted forms, composite unique archetypes, or probably (seemingly the most likely) other dreamers. I get the impression this was an artful setup to some sort of elaborate romantic adventure. I leave, not wanting to feel like a thoughtless intruder.

As I turn to leave, something strange happens. A larger, much plainer room somehow seems to materialize between the room I “am in” (but which has shifted elsewhere, inter-dimensionally) and the door so that I am now in a different room even though I am still holding the same doorknob to the same supposed area. (I have dreamt of internally morphing houses before, but this creates a very strange awareness).

An older unknown lady of nearly eighty approaches me and starts talking in a very friendly and helpful manner about dreams. She makes personal comments on Alexander and his habits and desires and such. She seems to have the “job” that is some sort of combination of being a maid and guiding other dreamers when they stumble into other dreamer’s dreams without the proper protocol. As I decide to leave, my long red belt, which seems more and more like a long red silk ribbon, gets tangled on the doorknob and in part of the security gate. I tell her to cut it off on her side, but she seems worried about damaging the supposedly valuable belt. To me, it is way too long as it is and I do not mind. She uses a pair of shiny gold scissors to cut through the wrapped-up material (about four layers wrapped around the doorknob) and also is able to cut and pull (with my help) from where it has also (on the other end of the tied belt) wrapped partly around a bar of the security gate - and eventually my belt is much shorter and I can then keep going. I just want to go onto a different dream, hopefully one without snobby celebrities and snobby elite. There might be a play on “key card” somewhere in there.

In a house in Toledo , Spain , in the afternoon , Paco is sitting in a large room , alone , with the shutters closed . He has a guitar in his lap , and he strokes the strings , nut does not feel like playing . He is remembering the past , days of intense joy , songs , friendship , and he is sad for the loss of those he has loved and the passage of time .
In another dream I am with Paco and he is practicing - simple things but his hands are so alive , full of strength and electricity . The simple notes are each alive and full of color .
Paco de Lucia died recently near Playa del Carmen , Yucatan . I always greatly admired him as a person and as a musician .

I am in a room , very much like a room room the house in Japan where I live ; it is comfortable but not brightly lit .
There is an array of technical and electrical equipment . A woman and a man are playing with this equipment , adjusting cycle frequencies and intensities of electricity . An electrical field is created , and into this field a beam of microwave is directed . Objects that are in the electrical field lose molecular cohesiveness when the microwave beam is directed at them , and disintegrate or lose their shape .

21.03.2014

Tall Sporadic Lemur Monster & Searching for the Man in the Red Shirt (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Things start out in a spectator point of view, and I eventually shift into a third person view of myself. I’m walking, being able to feel the soles of the shoes every now and then, and then focusing on my torso region for a bit. There’s several dream characters walking with me, and one I can’t really recall decently enough, but with the other two DCs, I presumed she was a female.

One was a small chimp or monkey in a 3D cartoon style composition. It had a fairly odd head shape, and the anatomy of it definitely correlated to a cartoon-ish look. It has light brown fur, and a milky caramel color for its face, hands, and feet. I had a feeling this little guy was going to be very crucial for whatever it is we’re going to do.

Then there’s the next DC that’s very tall, and looks like a lemur with white fur, a dark blue face, hands, and feet. It looks like it wants to murder me anytime it feels like it, and the worst part is that it keeps following behind me. Apparently, if the lemur, that was probably 10 feet or more tall, wanted to cause harm on me, the little guy would hum some kind of tune, or use some form of communication to calm it down.

I had to deal with this cycle of what felt like every 15-20 minutes in waking life. Thankfully, the little guy knew how to protect me. The other dream character that I couldn’t see was most likely female, and maybe a dream character that resembled Natti in waking life. I’m presuming this because another dream where I was with her and a lemur, it seemed as if I was looking at her point of view, and seeing myself through her, just like how it was the same occasionally in this dream.

I have a feeling that we were communicating, but I put off recalling this dream for most of the day that I can’t recall anything except for the fact that we’re searching for an individual. This individual apparently would be wearing a red dress shirt of some sort, and over time, I had a feeling that he looked a lot like Dickson from Xenoblade Chronicles:

There were a few regions on his visage that were a bit different from Dickson, but overall, he looked the same. For his outfit, he was probably wearing a red version of the picture above along with a dark gray version of the white jeans he wore as well.

The dream environments looks fairly barren, and the closest connection for it would be akin to the environment of Gerudo Valley from Ocarina of Time:

Except, it was a lot more detailed, and less blocky. It wasn’t the exact replica of the environment, but there were moments in the dream like walking through mini-wooden bridges, and small cave entrances here and there similar to it.

Now, for some reason, we didn’t want him to know that we were following him, and I had to resort to stopping time in order to see where he could possibly. This seems to be the first time I resorted to manipulating time in a dream, and actually being able to pull it off as if it’s second nature to me. The dream atmosphere turns into a Sepia overlay fluctuating with a light brown overlay as well. I can feel my dream body waving left and right like water for a bit before being able to stabilize myself in the stillness of everything and everyone else.

At this point, all I was fixated on was walking a linear path, and getting a feeling that I’m getting closer and closer to this man in the red dress shirt that. It seems this guy is still able to walk, but very, very, very slowly, and I quickly turn back the moment I find him. I’m not sure if I communicated with the DC that was actually a human, but it didn’t seem like it would matter at all.

At some point in this dream, the lemur monster seemed pretty close from inflicting damage to me, and the little guy managed to save me in the nick of time again. I’m really not sure why this lemur is being sporadic, and it seems to have a contrasting demeanor to the more reserved and calm female type I saw a few weeks ago.

The direction of the dream starts getting blurry, and I can only recall a few patches here and there. I recall being inside a building, seeing the man in the red shirt preparing to enter a large cave, and then some random DC suggesting something to me in what seems to be some kind of gym.

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(...) I encounter Nighthawk, he looks a bit bizarre, dressed all white with a small red tie and red pullover over the shoulders. We talk, he invites me out. It's early morning, so we go out for breakfast. We find this posh place where I expect to be served a lush meal, but there's something strange about the place. It's a large ballroom, the stage is set, music is playing. We are taken to a table and they say there's little beer left. I say "who drinks beer for breakfast?" but these people were probably there all night. A show starts. I see dancers coming on stage dressed with uniforms that seem familiar. The waitress brings me a frapuccino. I try to remember "Did I ask this? I don't recall having made an order.". I call her back, I want to know if it has cow milk, 'cause then I'm not drinking it. Meanwhile the dancers dance and I realize, their uniforms are from the SS. WTF? More dancers come on stage, with nazi german uniforms and flags. The public shouts "Hitler, Hitler!" and I say "oh my god, what the fuck is this?". Someone says, "It's a nazy themed party, but it is purely satirical". "Satirical, my ass! Anybody entering through that door right now, would say this is celebratory". I want to get of there as soon as possible. But then I recall, no, I didn't ask for the frapuccino, this is just a fucked up dream.
I get lucid and fly away from there. I cross over town and just enjoy the beauty of the details of the place.

Night 14 - 1 DILD success & fun, then so close on 1st WILD attempt, 50% there on a 2nd WILD attempt (I was trying, thanks to BrandonBoss for the encouragement to hit a new high yesterday). Nice NLDs also, drank a lot of water to ensure I wake and recall better. I did a good review of dream signs before bed but was hoping for more points tonight. Dreams sign review seemed to incubate a number of minor dream signs, but only one helped me become lucid (making out, kind of like FryingMan's KILD). The other dream signs that showed up this night were: amusement ride, police, party, mall, and 2 I should add to my list that have shown up enough: cave/tunnel & sleep related.

<snip>the woman standing in front of me seems to be a dignitary, maybe even a head of state. She is somewhat tall and thin and has blondish-brown hair and a formal skirt & jacket on. Surprisingly she reaches behind her and gently grabs me down in the crotch area making a bold pass at me and I realize that I am dreaming. We are behind some other people standing facing a presenter that is saying something about having great confidence in Russia and she plays a clip of Vladimir Putin saying that Russia is the god of the top 3 nations (that are assembled here?). I am ignoring this and doing some various things with the dignitary woman with her back to me but I think that this is a good opportunity to bring Scarlett Johansson in. She still has her back to me and I think confidently to myself that when I turn her around she will be Scarlett Johansson. I turn her around and her face looks like a nice representation of her and her body has shortened a bit from the tall woman and it seems to look like her body. Her hair is black though, which is not the color that she usually has (but I found a picture I will put below). "Hello Scarlett." "Hello." I am so thrilled to have her in front of me and begin to kiss her while staring into her beautiful eyes and soaking in her beautiful face. I keep going and going but after a while it seems like her face is changing slightly and I decide it is time to move on lest she changes into something undesirable. I fly up above the group and start to recall my goals for the night and competition and as I think of the first one I feel myself fading back to bed and it seems that I was at the end of my REM cycle. 122


Night 12

<snip> I am in my office moving a goldfish bowl with 2 small goldfish in it (none currently IWL) when I am clumsy and slosh the water partly out of the bowl. There is a gold colored gold fish and a darker one. The gold colored one gets splashed out of the bowl but amazingly starts to swim in the air!! I quickly realize that I am dreaming. What a cool visual! I fly and float a bit and I have to really think hard what my goals are and I ask myself several times before remembering next two goals. I decide to start with the one that I think will be easier and I do a closed eye teleport to a bridge scene. As I am looking around I feel myself fading back to bed / but I feel like I can DEILD so I squeeze together the area around my eyes which usually brings on vibrations and there are light vibrations but I relax and I find myself back in a combination of my office and my bedroom and my wife is laying there. She asks me what I am doing and I notice that I am completely naked so I ask her if she wants to...I fly over to her and <edit> before fading back to bed once again and I later figure out I must have been at the end of the sleep cycle as it took a while to get back to sleep, trying to WILD. As my wife got up I found myself feeling as if I was still in that weird office/bedroom combination but I should not have corrected myself because it solidified the fact that my body was back in my actual bed and I eventually fell asleep during the WILD attempt. 120,121

Dream 1:

I was hanging out with my sister and this guy. The guy started to act crazy. The barrier between his thoughts and actions disappeared, he became unconscious but he still kept acting out whatever his instinctual reactions were. Was terrifying, he was like an animal yet completely unpredictable. He would become conscious/lucid occasionally and he was a really nice guy but that was often short lived as his madness would overtake him quite quickly.

Dream 2:

I did a WILD into this dream. Watched the dream successfully form. I was in a car with these two guys, but I was another person. I noticed that there was already a clear storyline going on, so I decided to play along for a bit to see what happened. We arrived at our destination and I found out we were all detectives. Two more detectives approached and gave us each 20,000$. It was dirty money which I gladly pocketed. Lost lucidity around this point. We were going to go to a gambling den to steal some money. They were all supposed to go in first and I was going to be the getaway car. I had to piss so I went inside and ran into Andy Warhol. He asked me some weird question about people being clowns. I told him that he was a clown and so was I. His brain just about exploded and I walked away. I wandered around trying to get to the bathroom but there were so many people blocking the way it was tough. Then I woke up.

Dream 3:

I was supposed to meet some girl but it ended up being this creepy guy instead. He wanted to be my pet or something? I don't know I think he also wanted to rape me. It turned out he was actually a space-flea in human form and I started to run away from him. I became lucid and started flying away. He jumped really high and I kept flying higher but I couldn't get into my super flying speed. So he stayed on my tail. Some random DC was running after me too, trying to help. He told me that he found a way to banish the flea and that I had to find his true colors. So I guessed red-blue. I somehow ended up back in a house. I was still afraid that creepy flea DC was chasing me so I phased through the wall and started flying away again. Woke up.

Last night was epic, and a major breakthrough in my learning to lucid dream. I don't really know where to start so let's begin with the earliest dream I had that night.

I was at a school campus, but which school that was I have no idea. Me and my friend were on a team and we were pretty much playing in an FPS(First Person Shooter). I remember shooting at the other team with a huge mini gun but it was vague. What I do remember pretty clearly was being chased by the other team with this gun lmao, but anyways I was jumping fluently and running as I would normally do in real life so the essence of the dream wasn't really holding me back. I remember getting shot at and if you were shot, the other team's score would go up. Except, you wouldn't die. You would just keep getting shot at lol. Anyways I couldn't play this game for long. I eventually woke up.

When I did wake up though I encountered something I haven't encountered since my middle school days: sleep paralysis. I don't know why all of a sudden I would enter such a state but I used to get them a lot during middle school and it really did terrify me. Now that I know what it is though, I embraced the fact that I was in sleep paralysis and took full advantage of it. I just went back to sleep, simple as that. So I'm guessing what I just did was a DEILD but at the time I confused it for a WILD since I was in sleep paralysis but I never was technically awake so I don't think it's appropriate to call it that. Anyways I'm rambling. I went back to sleep but as soon as I closed my eyes I felt like I was being dragged across my bed, spiraling and honestly the feeling felt pretty scary at first. I opened my eyes still paralyzed, realizing that I haven't even moved. I had nothing to be scared of. I closed my eyes again, that eerie feeling of spinning across my bed not a problem anymore. I welcomed it with open arms, and for about 10-15 seconds I rode this wild ride...until I woke up. But something wasn't right. No, I knew this was going to happen. I RC'ed, plugging my nose and seeing if I could breathe through it. I failed the RC and realized I had just achieved my second lucid dream. I immediately calmed myself and ground myself to the dream. Everything felt so...real. It was amazing for lack of a better word. It wasn't my room but it felt like my room. My brother was sleeping soundly across from me and all I wanted to do was just one thing: fly. So I decided screw this, I'm out. I punched my window and...it didn't break -.-. This startled my brother and he woke up asking what I was doing. I was about to tell him that we're dreaming when I realized that it wouldn't be a good idea. With my faulty dream logic still intact and maybe due to a little excitement I concluded that me and him were dreaming together. But no, I pushed this notion out of my head since I knew it was false and focused my efforts on breaking the darn window. It was still dark outside so I decided to make it daytime, and I kept at it when I finally woke up.

I was dazed and excited and bewildered all at the same time. I can't believe I just achieved something so great without even really practicing. I was satisfied for the night so I went back to sleep, with my intent of just recording down any dreams that came along that night.

When I woke up it was already 7:45ish, somewhere around this time frame and I just laid in bed thinking about a few things. I tossed and turned, eventually falling asleep. But without really thinking about it I paid attention to it. I was aware of it I guess you can say. I woke up after some time, yet again paralyzed. Was it really possible now to induce a WILD? One lucid dream was good for the night, crap it was good probably for the next 2-3 weeks. But another one?? I closed my eyes and once again welcomed the feeling of being dragged and spinning at the same time, that familiar feeling I had earlier that night.

I soon woke up, knowing it was yet again another false awakening and doing another RC. This time I was going to break that window. I improvised this time. I grabbed the chair that was in my room and threw it at the window and...it still didn't break. I was done lmao, I just decided to walk out of my room and downstairs, while in the process of walking downstairs imagined a suit and tie on myself and it soon appeared. I was going to walk out the house when I saw that my mom's room door was open. Why not? Let me interact with my dream mom. I called out to her, telling her that I was going outside and she called back but in a strange voice, and at the same time faint as well. Concerned I walked to her room, and when I did she was just folding clothes. She looked just like my regular mom, and I was relieved. As soon as I confronted her though, she gave me this kind of eerie look. She gives me the look in reality when I've done something extremely wrong, but I was wondering what I did. I felt like she knew I was dreaming but then she just asked me if I had put my socks away, and I told her I did. That whole scenario was pretty weird lol but anyways I walk outside, with my suit and tie now gone
and I soon look at my dream neighborhood. Everything was so amazing, so clear. I couldn't believe my eyes. I then tried to start flying, but it was a real struggle. I would just float back down every single time, taking very large leaps. On my second try I decided to do something else. I saw two dream characters longboard past me. I think one of them was my brother but I can't really confirm it. I then tried to shoot lightning out my hands and trip him up while he was zooming past me. Nothing. I then decided to do something else different. I decided to shoot web out of my hands like I was Spider-Man. I did, and it attached to a car near me. It was nice to know that I actually did have some dream control. It was evident that I had super strength at the moment since I pulled the car to me with relative ease but apparently not enough to break a window -__________- . After that I went to flip the car and it flipped easily when I heard a cough. This was not good. Not good at all. It was coming from my actual room where I was sleeping, my brother being the one who coughed. I immediately woke up, once again excited that I had yet another lucid dream but kind of mad at my brother for waking me up ha ha.

Last night was a very successful night and I think I found my main way of attaining lucid dreams. WILDing is definitely for me and I can just imagine how many more lucid dreams I have to go. This has been a major achievement for me and now I'm definitely on the right track, especially for a novice and I'm just going to keep getting better and better at this, just watch

23:18 bedtime. Yay!

00:00 Friday 2014-03-21 competition #17 night #14 LDs #27, #28, FA fight with an orc

04:37

5) scene over the ocean high on a cliff/hill by a house. I'm just standing there observing. There is a little house to the left in front of me. There is a planter there on the ground near me to the front and left. I look at this planter and think about it. There is a table at the end of a ramp also in front of me, I think this is for the house owner since I "know" he's in a wheelchair. You can't see the ocean (out to the front and right) because of the fog. I know my brother-in-law has told me about this spot and recommends climbing down the path to the ocean that is to the front and right of me.. There is also a road off to the left through the trees.

6) I'm outside old college house, I see NI friend there, there's a row of computers, 80's style PCs, I'm looking for mine but can't see it. NI is using a computer. I think I have returned to the house after a long absence but my room should still be available.

7) Keeper of the amber. I'm in a room with big huge slugs of amber. I know that we can forge these slugs of amber into powerful swords. I imagine that we can also imprints the names of people allowed to use these swords on to a stone. People knock at the door trying to come in, only the people on our team are let in, I'm guarding the door.

8) bizarre star paths in the sky. There were lines of stars in the skies following paths, and you could follow them walking underneath. The stars were moving along these paths, it was very beautiful.

Takes a little while to get back to sleep, perhaps the dark chocolate bar in the afternoon was kicking in to nudge me alert. It may have helped with the lucid: (!)

05:18 LD #27

9) I'm in my parent's bedroom of my childhood home, it's dark night, vision is grainy/faint in the room. I'm sitting in a recliner chair next to the bed, my younger son at a younger age is lying in the bed. I'm looking at him in the bed, his eyes are creepy/wrong and watching me, it's hard to tell in the dark for sure, then I think he's not looking at me. He's holding something in his hand, I take it out of his hands, it's a little box, I open it, I see on the left side under the lid his passport and the rest is a bunch of his favorite small toys, I give the box back to him. I say "that's OK." His eyes are looking at me and they're really creepy, I'm kind of freaked out, I do a nose pinch and I'm lucid. I'm a bit surprised but not very much, I forget my "son" and feel no fear. I'm downstairs now walking from the dining room to the living room. My vision feels clouded. I recalled a technique of imaging veils in front your eyes and pulling them away, I do this and I see the veils and I easily pull them aside resulting in super HD clarity. I'm in the well-lit living room, I'm amazed at the clarity. I see books on a bookshelf and I can clearly see the writing on their spines: different colors of text. I wonder how realistic things will feel: I reach and look down and inspect "the equipment" and yep, things look and feel realistic. I don't read them (and not sure if they're letters or not) but I could have they were so clear. I go out on the deck, it's night still outside, and take off flying over the trees. I sense my wife has come out on the deck behind me and I don't want her to see me, so I urge myself to fly faster to get into the cover of the trees, "come on! faster!". I keep flying and remember my goal of really wanting to see myself flying, and look down and see trees and houses with lights on passing underneath me. Then I "wake up"

...and my alarm is going off. It's not my alarm ringtone but I don't catch that. I get up from bed in a white room (dream sign, common in FAs), my wife and I are captives, I'm thinking about how to save us, I ask her for some advice and she makes a snide remark about solving problems myself, I then see an Orc in the room with us he's holding a long but kind of dull-looking sword. I engage with him, I have no weapons, I avoid the blade and close in and manage to twist the blade out of its hands and I stab the orc, my wife is impressed. I then go to the next room, there is an orange large evil orc/caterpillar/snake thing there with a little head on top of a long neck, I run at it and make a two-handed overhead strong blow with the sword with intention to decapitate / smash its head but my sword bounces right off.

This raises an alarm, the beasts are gathering, I head outside and I pass by an area where there are lots of human captives, I see them and they are very cartoony-looking, like hasty/rough drawings of cavemen with scraggly beards. Then I'm at some sort of bus station with the beginnings of a resistance, about 8 young strong men are gathered, and more come to our group, I name them as they arrive. I think we've avoided discovery because of all the activity at the bus station with lots of prisoners. They're all lifelike at this point.

Takes a while to get back to sleep

07:08 LD #28

10) I get lucid walking down the steps from my childhood home's garage down to the back porch. I stop on the stairs, feel like I have to "hold" the dream, I rub my hands, and recite my name and state that I'm dreaming competitively (nod to StephL for this idea). But I "can't hold it" and the dream fades.

07:40 alarm for breakfast duty. No one's actually getting up today, eat breakfast myself and head back to bed for some more dreaming and to make up for the extra awake time.

08:30 (?) back to sleep

Daydreaming, looks like I got an incubation effect given the next dream. Finally got a handle on myself and forced myself to head for relaxation, and eventually slept.

10:49

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Spoiler for sexy time, somewhat explicit:

lots of sex going on, giving and receiving oral. Hot girl comes up to car, I'm in the driver seat, she speaks to me from passenger side window, she was looking for me, I couldn't understand/hear what she was saying so I keep asking her to repeat it, it's like "I wanted...<something something> but you left". I said come here and I'll <epithet involving consumption and felines> for 15 seconds." She was a little hesitant (she was in a hurry?). Then she's in the car and naked and I grab her lower parts and dive in and get to work she is moaning. Earlier I was in a room and a hot girl was on her knees in front of me, I was giving directions but she wasn't always following.

2) buying a gift at a gift store, the guy asks all kinds of questions, I"m not sure why he's asking them so I answer. It turns out the questions were so he could engrave the answers on the pressent, but because of this misunderstanding of the questions and their purpose the present was engraved with the wrong name of the recipient and the wrong information, I'm quite puzzled as to how this could have happened.

3) I'm lying outside in a sort of tall tent outdoors, daytime. My dad is talking to some guy he called a "communist hippy freak." We're in some sort of park, but the hippy dude is part of a project to plant vegetables/food in public places, we're trying to figure out what his plan is, when they get enough food growing in public they will send some sort of signal and the people will arise and be free.

F1) And older woman is walking looking for an older man for romantic actions and finds him.

F2) Weird face masks, one young boy has a mask and a wasp is walking across his upper lip giving his mask some sort of power. Another boy is highlighting his eyebrow and sewing some thread into his skin on the eyebrow as a decoration. Then I'm swimming up the sidewalk outside my adult home and come upon a big wasp floating in the water and think it's 'dream residue' from the boy's face mask, and splash it off to the bushes.

F3) some friends and their kids are playing video games in a house, they have to earn their time in the video game room.

4) I'm entering a store looking for a hardware store that has been taken over by some oppressive company. I go in and someone tells me this has happened. I turn to the right and enter that area, a store within a store. I look around and think this is not want I want. I leave then go back and say the heck with it if they're evil I need to buy <something>

In the far corner of the store my mom and dad are doing something. My dad is installing some new room there and carrying walls/windows.

I was sitting on a bench in a bus stop in Lisbon next my tennis club. There was some friends from my hometown with me.
I guy I know (FR) appears and starts asking around if we're going to some seafood festival. I say I won't . He leaves.
I go down to the tennis club ( apparently that's where my house is). I go home and somehow it's my old place in my hometown.
I'm preparing myself to go to sleep . I turn the light of the bedside table on. Lock the door. Close the shutters .
I go to the first floor and at the entrance to the bathroom I see a figure of what looks like a child / spirit and a cat down the hallway .
I'm scared. I don't understand what 's happening.
I go to my parents' bedroom . There's Ziggy and Eva (my actual cats) playing. Eva is playing inside the closet. I'm scared to think what may be the figures since my cats are here. I go back to the hallway and I see 2 cats I don't know.
I'm more relaxed since they're probably just 2 stray cats that found some way inside. I Turn off the light and go back to the room to play with my cats. After a bit I return again to see that the stray cats disappeared.
I think that's really weird. I'm confused. I tried to turn the lights on but they don't lit up.
I think to myself that I must be dreaming.
I think that's nonsense. This is so real. I'm in it for so long... No way.
I pinch my nose and continue to breathe.
I'm dreaming .
As usual I feel a huge discharge of adrenaline. I feel like my head is spinning violently.
It's completely dark.
I close my eyes trying to calm my self down and I grab the wall. I'm trying to feel the texture of the wall.
When I open my eyes everything is still goes dark and the spinning becomes stronger .
I try to teleport me somewhere else. "When i open my eyes I'll be in the beach (E)" ( I've never done anything like that )
I try to open my eyes again but I end up waking into my bedroom.
I pinch my nose again but I'm actually awake.
This is the lamest LD ever.
Still loved it

Long Fragment 1:

I don't remember most of the beginning, I just remember that it was epic long. Earliest I remember I was in a school yard, hanging out with some kids from high school. One guy died and we buried him in a water grave in a green couch. A lot missing here, next part I remember I was at some camp in the mountains. Snow everywhere. I wandered around until I found these dreamers playing some magic game. The main girl that was hosting it had her husband, David Duchovny, get captured by some evil dude and frozen. He was kept barely alive by strong electromagnetic fields? I Don't know. We played this game for awhile, showing off our magic abilites when I became lucid. I left and ran to the green couch and took the dead guy's clothes, his body was now gone. I threw them on the ground and summoned a golem to be my pet. The earth filled the clothes and turned into my little summoned minion. I went back to my cabin as this little guy followed me around. There was this guy that came into it and started talking to me. I decided to show him some cool dream powers so I made flame erupt from my hand. He thought that was pretty awesome. It started to hurt after a minute though and I got blisters all over my hand. I placed my other hand over my injured hand and felt the Om sound go all throughout my body, into my hand and it healed. Then I walked around the dream world with this guy as he...dream interviewed me? Eventually he told me that his intentions were evil and he was just stealing information from me for I don't even know what. So I summoned a few more minions from the earth. 2 Skeletons and 2 golems. They grabbed onto each of his limbs and squeezed really tightly until he exploded. Blood and guts went everywhere, was awesome! I led my minions over to a group of people and decided to steal this beautiful girl. I pulled her aside and saw this guy and decided to make them fall in love in the dream. Instead this hot pink alien pig with strange flesh-hair jumped in front of me and scared me a little. I lost lucidity and thought I had to take a dog out to use the bathroom. Woke up.

fragment 2:

New dream started in mountains again. Was lucid from the start, There was some battle going on where this lady would place buildings and summon creatures to battle an army of darkness. I decided that looked like fun and that I should join in. I summoned an army of skeletons and zombies to fight for me. Then I went off to battle, watching my army hack apart foes while I sat off in the distance atop my giant tiger and shot them with a crossbow. Got bored with that after awhile and decided to betray the main lady. I sent my horde of minions to destroy her basecamp and all her allies swarmed me, they didn't like that. I lost my army and some guy grabbed my arm. He started to cut into it with a small chainsaw, saying that I was his slave and I had been naughty or something. I made my arm invincible. He couldn't cut the arm off but what he had already cut into hurt like hell. The lady that I had betrayed came to my rescue and said that it was her fault. I said, "Yea, Yea it's her fault!" Woke up, FA

Dream 1:

I went outside my room and my parents were there for some reason. I told them I had this dream where a guy tried to cut off my arm while saying that I had been a bad slave because I was just mooching off him. I woke up.

Chained DEILD:

Spoiler for Epic Sex Dream:

I had sat down next to this beautiful girl that I felt like I knew. We were on a train and I was lucid. There was a main guy that was hosting some train event and he started talking to everybody about this technique he called amakuri or something, can't remember now. The guy next to me offered me a fried tater tot, was crunchy and delicious. The girl next to me was surprised I had never heard of this amakuri and decided to help show me what it was. She placed her hand over my dick, not touching, and I felt this surge of energy and a ringing in my ears. I could feel my chakras start to open up, starting from the base. Was fantastic. The start felt like having a low level orgasm and slowly got more intense. I woke up and DEILD'd

Back on the same train, I used telekinesis to make another girl's hair flip up into the hair just to see if I could. The girl next to me smiled at me and said that that was a good first step and that now for the next part we would have to stare each other in the eyes and feel each others' souls. We did and I could feel the energy rising again up my spine and through my chest, tears started to well up in my eyes and I couldn't stop smiling. I placed my hand on her back, it was really soft. woke up, DEILD'd

This time, she said the next step was that she had to put her hand down my pants and I would have to touch her too. So we did. We also kissed this time, very delicate, very tender. Her kiss tasted really good. After a few minutes of this the main train guy announced something about domo and apollo. They said Domo was my name and Apollo was this girl's name. I asked her, you're the God of light and the sun? She smiled and said no. I woke up, DEILD'd

This time she said that the next step we had to go over to this other room. She led me to another room on the train where there were 6 people in there, one couple was having sex. She made 4 of the people leave so there were just us 2 and 2 others. She said we were going to switch partners or something? I don't know, I started to have sex with this other girl while she massaged my shoulders and arms. Felt reaallyy good. Woke up, DEILD'd

We were back in our normal seats on the train, she said it was time for us to fuck now but my dick wasn't hard enough. She pointed to it and said it was "squishy". So I made it transform in size, growing 3 times, 5 times larger until it was horse sized cock. She stroked it while doing some weird energy thing again and I felt this energy rising up my spine again as my ears rang. Woke up, DEILD'd

Made my cock become enormous again and she pulled down her pants and sat on top of me, rocking back and forth and then going up and down. Woke up, DEILD'd

This time I decided that I wanted the main train guy to give me his sex powers, because he was even more powerful. So I placed my hand over his third eye and felt his power flow through my hand. I transformed him into a woman and then he kissed the girl I've been going on this journey with. They both reached in my pants and massaged my dick while they kissed each other. Cool sensation Woke up, DEILD'd again!

I summoned another girl this time, a cute Chinese girl from my past. She got naked really quickly and got on top of me, put me inside her. That was fun. woke up and DEILD'd again.

I summoned Emma Watson this time, got too excited though and woke up before we could do anything Couldn't DEILD again. damn...All I know is that I really liked that amakuri thing.

Night of March 20, 2014. Thursday.



It is either late at night or a couple hours before dawn. A gentle soothing rain is falling (which seems to be a form of healing or the presence of rejuvenating energies). My family and I as we are now are in the backyard at our present home on W Street. My wife Zsuzsanna has a beautiful radiant presence in the semidarkness. Our children mostly remain on the back stairs.

The water is very high yet not considered as a flood. Zsuzsanna is near the back porch and washing a thin layer of mud from a cow. She is chest high in the water and seems very happy. The cow’s head and part of the back is all that is above the water. My dream is vivid and accurate with regard to the setting, orientation, and physical awareness, other than the fact that the ground level would have to be lower to imply the depth of the water as relative to the porch and steps. My dream has a very cheerful and peaceful mood, with a sense of bliss.

I am becoming partly lucid. My dream remains vivid and positive and seems to last about fifteen minutes. I do not question why we have a cow in our small backyard in an urban area.

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This dream is primarily a form of sustained induction or re-induction and I perceive Zsuzsanna as the inducer here. Water symbolizes sleep (in real time). There is no apparent waking symbolism initiated here (although a cow could be considered as an early morning waking prompt factor as a cow is milked early in the morning).

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This dream seems loosely based (at least partly) on a negative real-life event of Zsuzsanna’s. Zsuzsanna, as a child, had a cow with the same name as a grandmother of mine (mother’s side), but it had drowned. This may also relate to an alteration of Zsuzsanna’s maiden name into “Hathor”. I think this dream may be injecting new associations and positive energies into an older sorrowful memory of Zsuzsanna’s yet somehow for my benefit or just reminding me of the lifelong Hathor connection with my “mystery girl” (and may also relate to Jennie Haniver in a subtle way relating to being in the water).

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Night of March 20, 2014. Thursday.



As I have said in previous entries, I never include scripted dreams unless my script is only a generic affirmation (such as “I am the continuity of maximum well-being” or “I am of the light of Universal Love”, and so on), as it would not be fair to people who do not have that option or access to how it is done or are even aware that it can be done (and people who would never believe such a thing, especially including those who deny lucid dreams exist). However, I have decided to post some aspects of some scripted dreams from time to time, only regarding the fully “open” branches (meaning the details that are not precisely scripted).

I create about six or more different scenarios and foundational elements (as a child I sometimes went on and on making a session that was way too long for normal sleep), sometimes using more precise wording, but there is a point at which more precise wording does not work exactly as it should (though it depends which “direction” the consciousness is flowing). I suspect this is due to certain parts of the higher mind during half-sleep to deep sleep to be separated from certain language centers and the fact that many words in the English language have several (even opposite) meanings. Because of how the mind pulses especially during sleep paralysis when it becomes more noticeable, some words are even naturally omitted in sequence; that, and the fact that if the residual pattern is no longer fully going on its own momentum so to speak, there will be hilarious changes (as with the recent white gorilla dream).

In this case, I have a setup with the potential for purposeful shared dreaming on a regular basis. However, as I have said before, even scripted shared dreaming has “filters” by which each person is set into their own perspective of the scenario - for example, the deliberately shared dream from years ago where a (unscripted aspect) hollow silver ball radiating healing energies doing figure eights above me was actually a toy airplane flying in a figure eight in my wife’s dream - this one being remarkable as there was no mention of sound and no real sound as such at the time - yet we both heard the exact same loud humming frequency in our deeper dream state at the same time. It sometimes happens unintentionally (and as I have learned, another person does not even need to know what the script even is if they sleep next to that person who does). Also consider that two people watching the same movie in real life will “experience” and interpret it in different ways. That does not mean they are not watching the same movie - because they obviously are.

I used one of my favorite foundations regarding the Enchanted Forest (the more “swampy” section) and the tree-house scenario (which is always different since I leave a lot “open”). In this particular case, the beauty was astounding. Two of the more effective words to use are “beautiful” and “happiness”. These words are remarkable in the power to alter the flow of semiconscious thought, though there are many more that are basic but also powerful. Because I had the special audio pulsing to my right and also had the humidifier going (in rotating mode), it created a “perfect” rhythmic flow of sound and moving air (white noise and patterned sensations on the body). As I have said often before, “healthy” is usually the word to use, not “healing”. With “healing”, the mind forms the unresolved idea of perpetual healing, and in the lucid dream state, makes holes and cysts in your body to be filled or healed in the dream or come up with fictional (in-dream only) scenarios by which you are later partially “healed”. Words take on a life of their own, so the correct ones are important. When using “I am healing” - the phrase triggers the circumstance that the healing is never complete and you might even absentmindedly get into situations where you need additional healing.

During the first part of the night, before I burned the CD and set up our system, I was talking to Zsuzsanna about the idea of “forcing” myself to believe I had taken a dream enhancement drug of whatever kind. “Convincing” my mind that I had taken a particular drug and actually taking a particular drug makes no difference (which is why I have never taken any in the first place in my lifetime). She said I might also have some of the inherent side effects claimed by some people (even if I did not know what they were or were supposed to be, due to the nature of how the supraconscious works) and, even though the body can supposedly produce any kind of chemical on its own, there may be unknown potential negatives in this idea. Not only that, it is pointless anyway, as I can dream without drugs. In the long run, I do not think it is a good idea to tamper with perceptions of molecules and compounds at the liminal level.

The marshy forest is beautiful and vivid. The detail of the “tree-house” is amazing. Curiously, though, it looks just like a large old Swiss farmhouse built high in the large branches and with a flower-box midway up on at least one side. I am in this part of my dream for what seems like a very long time, sort of hovering and moving about fairly close to the environment and feeling very blissful, almost ecstatic. I am later on a larger branch or a platform on one of the large branches. During this same time my wife said she had been dreaming of a light coming from under a door.

A younger Caucasian girl comes out, with longer brown hair, and wearing a shimmering orange dress (pure orange, yet also somewhat lamé-like in properties of the material) and a fresh wreath of flowers on her head - she is radiating an almost overwhelming sense of happiness and openness (this always occurs in this type of scene, though) and with a sort of glow about her (the “sped-up” cilia-like energy form I described once in my older online journal from 2008, I think). There is that very precise and vivid feeling of when a person walks up to you and you are aware of the slight change in the scent of the air and a subtle feeling of movement. Anyhow, none of the additional details regarding the setup were scripted. The age, race, style of dress, culture, century of living, etc. - none of those were in the scripting - which was short and very open - just a goddess-like form that could have been any passing-by random entity so long as there were positive intentions and openness only. As I bask in my dream’s full point of lucidity and light, I am aware of a vague second-layer of commentary coming in, almost like a fuzzy radio broadcast. Her name is “Princess Dunn”. Around this time, I hear that it is fully “Princess Dunn Duty”. (It actually seems more like a layered dream at this point - that is, two dreams simultaneously - the overwhelmingly lucid one and a normal one at the same time.) However, I “gasp” myself out of the scene due to not being able to handle the particular state of bliss and move more back into images of trees and forests and my body slowly “recovers” from the “rapidly and continuously melting” effect. Still, it was a good “coloring” of my mind which will last for some time (at least a day or so). I still feel a sense of bliss several hours later.

Of course, a variation could be “Dudie”, “Doodie”, “Dutie”, and so on, as well as “Dunn” being like “Done”…“Done Duty”.

But anyway…wait…

“Princess Dunn Duty?”

I think it is time to start scripting names…