lucid

Today i dreamt i was in my appartment hall, i was climbing up stairs trying to find money
i crouched on the stairs and i found 1 euro, my mom was on stairs above me i showed her the coin
and she said "So it finally was there" i was happy to find it, and i was looking for further more.
i found 1 more coin. then i decided to go to the last floor, i climbed the stairs and stopped on the middle
of the stairs and where it was the 2 doors, i looked above. then i did a reality check. it was the thumb-handed one.
i saw my thumb and my other hand, slowly my thumb collapsed with my other hand, and i clearly saw it got through.
and i said "I'm dreaming" Although i had no control, and my body wasn't on the dream environment either :/


Dream elements:

-in my appartment hall
-mom
-1 euro

Technique used: WBTB

hours slept: 4 hours

It started with me being on a ledge and there was sea all around me i summoned a giant humanoid statue that would carry me across the sea to the first island i saw.
I saw an island and it was all in cubes i said to the statue to go away and it vanished while i was exploring the island and i thought i should apologize to my subconscious for ignoring it all these years, i said im sorry and i heard a reply saying its ok, then i asked it if it could help me get lucid more and i got a reply yeah, the dream ended there.

Now this to me was a weird one, and there is going to be a lot of side notes to go along with it.

Dream: I am in my elementary school music room (Kind of a weird setting for a dream.) and I am have the spear from this cartoon that I drew of parallels to my dream characters.
And the actual content was rather lame. I had the spear, and I was in the music classroom. Non-lucid, just twirling it around and practicing with it calmly, trying to feel for how much control I had over the spear.
For those who don't know, this is a personal ensign that I created, meant to represent the letters L D (For Lucid Dreaming) I have this ensign drawn on post it notes that I place around the house, and on the covers of my schoolbooks. It is a sign to remind me to reality check. If I can get this sign to appear in my dream, then bang! easy lucid!

I also had a particularly interesting semi-lucid dream. I was playing some sort of video game and the main character was a young African American girl who lived in a small tribal village setting. I somewhat knew this was a dream or a "mental simulation" of sorts.
Anyways, this mental simulation/video game was similar to an RPG and you could level your character up by doing certain tasks. I decided to focus on running and achieving maximum speed. So I ran from the village into this forest area where I encountered some large hermit crabs that were supposedly enemies in the game. But they fled when I came near them.
I then encountered (and I'm not kidding here) a tyrannosaurs rex that chased me. Luckly my running skill was leveling up and I was able to outrun him. I returned to the village area where I would have to eat and sleep and prepare for the next day of game-play. Also, because the dream was in third person it was not very vivid.

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LUCID
*I knew I was dreaming driving a car in a parking garage. Just a moment of lucidity. Then I ended up out of the car throwing up. At this point in the dream I was not lucid.

01/19/14

Two Worlds
I am in a place I don't recognize. It is a futuristic looking city. There are many people walking around, simply going about their daily business. No one seems upset or anything. They are talking to each other about mundane topics. There are various races present, some of them look human and others look far from being human. There are also robots. A robot that looks similar to a C3-P0 unit politely says excuse me as he comes up behind me. I look and realize I am standing in the middle of a walkway. I mutter an apology and step out of the way. The robot wishes me a nice day and continues on his way. The humanoid reptile behind him isn't so polite. She is going on about how could a mere robot have the nerve to expect a real person to move aside for him. She says she can't believe the nerve of some of these artificials. Right now I am thinking I would much rather hang out with the C3-P0 unit than her. She is just rude and annoying. After seeing she isn't going to get any response out of me she continues on her way, now muttering expletives about people who love artificials. I follow after her for a short while, not sure if she has anything to do with why I might be here. She finally stops and turns back to me. She asks what my problem is, am I having sex with that damn artificial? If I am it makes her sick. I tell her that who I am having sex with is none of her business. She snoots her nose up in the air and walks off.

I am trying to decide if I should bother following the grouch any more… I am considering doing it just to piss her off… when someone shoves me out of the way rather rudely. I look to see who and I spot the back side of a lombax in a really big hurry. I recognize that lombax! It's Ratchet from the Ratchet and Clank games! He pushes past the rude reptilian woman who gives him a piece of her mind in a stream of expletives… but he is already gone and she finds she is cursing out someone who appears to be a human male. The man thinks she is cursing at him and tells her to shut the fuck up, calling her lizard brain. She seems offended by that, which seems ironic to me. The bigot bitch is now the subject of racism. She fluffs up some strange hood type thing around her head and gets all indignant and walks away in a huff. I am about to follow Ratchet when I hear something else. Someone is calling out Ratchet's name and telling him to come back here, why are you doing this? Of course Ratchet is long gone and could not possibly hear the person calling him. I go to investigate the person calling instead. I can track Ratchet down later if I need to.

I follow the voice that called Ratchet and find a small work room. There are computers all over the place as well as an array of tools. Some of the tools are put away neatly while others are strewn on a work table. Clank is here, he is standing on the work table. He is connected to a large object sitting on the floor by what looks like a long extension cord. Wtf? He isn't looking when I come in and apparently thinks Ratchet has come back. He says he is glad I have finally come to my senses… now put his robotic ignition system right back where it belongs, and he'd better have a good explanation as to… Now Clank turns around and sees me at the door, he sees I am not Ratchet. I tell him I don't know what is going on, but I saw Ratchet running down the street as if he was being chased by a blargian snagglebeast. I tell him I believe I have been brought here to help… so what is going on? Clank looks mad for a bit, then he just looks sad. He says he wishes he knew, but he doesn't think I can be much help unless I have a robotic ignition system. I tell him I can get one of those… I think… I access the penticon chip in my brain and ask if it can replicate a robotic ignition system. It scoffs at me and says of course, just upload the exact specifications. There is a pause, Clank looks at me strangely, and then a mechanical device appears on the work table. My penticon reports the replication is complete. Clank picks up the device, opens a panel in his side, plugs a couple things in to the device before putting the whole device inside and closing the panel. He then unplugs the extension cord. He says he's glad to be off of that thing. I ask what that is. He says it's a backup power source… his internal power system won't function without the robotic ignition system… which Ratchet stole! I ask why would he do that? Clank says he doesn't know, just that he seemed to be in a big hurry when he was setting up the backup power supply… which Clank hadn't realized what that was for at the time… but there must be something wrong. The Ratchet he knows would never have done that…

Well it seems there is a bit of a mystery, and I guess I have to track Ratchet down after all. I sniff the air and comment that I smell a Templar, more to myself than to anyone around. Clank asks what that is. I say it's like saying I smell a rat, only far, far worse. A Templar… smells like the stuff that comes out of the south end of a north bound blargian snagglebeast. He cocks his head and looks at me strangely. I comment that someone is going to eat dirt. Clank apparently thinks I mean Ratchet because he says no, don't kill Ratchet… there must be a very good explanation, he's sure of it… there has to be… I tell him I don't mean Ratchet… I mean someone else I know named Robert de Sable who I suspect is somehow behind everything. He's a Templar. Gotta go find him and Ratchet before something happens that can't be undone so easily as replacing a robotic ignition system.

I head out of the work shop quickly, but I am sure Ratchet is long gone. I am wondering how to best find him when I see a ship fly overhead. It looks like the ships that are often used in the Ratchet and Clank games. I scan it with my penticon quickly and confirm Ratchet is on board. I summon my fire valkyrie, teleport aboard. I hear Clank following after me and saying he wants to come, so I also teleport him aboard. I follow after Ratchet as he heads into space. In space I use the communicator to contact Ratchet. At first he doesn't respond at all but then he apparently realizes Clank is with me and answers. He seems glad to see Clank is ok, though he also seems surprised and says he'd been told the replacement robotic ignition system wasn't due in until tomorrow… I say I replicated one. Clank wants to know what's going on. I can't really tell if Clank is pissed off or worried or what. He says there's no time to explain, there's something he's got to do… and shuts off communication. The other ship is preparing to go to warp drive, so I use a tractor beam and hold it in place. That gets Ratchet's attention back really quick and he makes contact again, now saying to let him go or they'll all be killed. All of who? The lombaxes! And he's already late, it might already be too late! Clank seems annoyed now, he says if there are lombaxes in danger, why didn't Ratchet just say so? Ratchet should have known Clank would help… Ratchet says no, he has to go alone, those are the rules. He has to give himself up or that bastard is going to kill all of them. Clank says it's no doubt a trap. Ratchet looks at something off to his side and then looks like the world is about to end. He says it's too late now… there's no way he can get there in time. I comment my ship can get there in time. Just tell me where. And there won't be any flying into a trap alone, either. He repeats he has to go alone or that bastard is going to destroy the whole planet. I use Of Wolf and Man to transform into Ratchet. Ok… now where? Clank and Ratchet are both staring at me now. I tell Ratchet if time really is running out, I just need to know where to go. Clank asks if I'm not worried that whoever this is will just kill me instead. I say no. Not at all worried. I got abilities this guy has certainly never even had nightmares about. Let's see if this asshole is counting on meeting up with a formshifting virus.

Well now I look like Ratchet, but I figure the asshole in question might also notice if a fire valkyrie comes flying in. So I use the ship computer to open a wormhole to the coordinates Ratchet provides. I tell him I'll use my transporter to swap places with him, just take my ship back to the planet, I need to use his to make sure the asshole doesn't notice a difference. He agrees to it, and my penticon does the teleportation. It feels a bit strange to see someone else sitting in the pilot's seat of my fire valkyrie… but I figure it will be ok. I fly through the wormhole. On the other side I can tell I am now on the outskirts of the galaxy. It is quite an amazing view. There is a space station hovering in the emptiness of space. That is where Ratchet has been told to go, so that is where I will go. I fly over to the station. I get a communication from the station. The transmission is from a strange alien that I recognize from the Ratchet and Clank series, he's a cragmite. Looks like Percival Tachyon from the later games. So I figure he probably wants to get rid of Ratchet, me now, because he (I'm) a lombax. He's just being an asshole. He says I am late. That is bullshit. I tell him I'm fucking early. He doesn't really respond, but the landing bay of the station opens up so I land.

In the landing bay I find I am surrounded by numerous strange creatures that look like fish wearing suits of armor. Weird. My first thought is that the sushi is delivering itself. But I figure I had better not resist or that damn Tachyon is going to do whatever it is he has been threatening to do. They use some kind of restraint to secure my hands behind my back. I test it a bit. Yeah, my viral strength can snap it like a twig. I do nothing but go with them, however. Gotta find the head of the snake. I follow the fish people into a large control room where Tachyon is standing right beside a console with a very distinctive red button. He is laughing at something. I see the largest display screen shows a city inhabited by lombaxes. I wonder where that is. Tachyon now that I'm here the show can begin. He tells me to say goodbye to the rest of my kind. While his behavior doesn't really surprise me at all, it does still piss me off. I say he gave his word that if I came he wouldn’t do that. My penticon is talking to me at the same time. It says it has accessed the targeting system and found a more appropriate target. Tachyon acts like he is surprised, then says he wouldn't have said that… I am trying to talk Tachyon out of firing the weapon, because I am not sure I can get to him before he can push the button. Maybe… but I'm not wanting to take that chance. My attempts to convince him to not do it seem to amuse him. He clearly doesn't care that the lombaxes on the screen have done nothing to him… the last thing I comment is that when someone does something like that it inevitably comes back to bite them in the ass. He says there's no one to make him pay.

So Tachyon is laughing his ass off when he makes a show of pushing the button. Nothing happens. He stops laughing and looks at the screen which still shows a city with lombaxes going about their daily business. He pushes the button again. Still nothing. He pushes it several more times, getting more frustrated with every push. I can't help but point out how anti-climatic that was. He is pissed and pounding on the button. I look over at a screen near the firing button. There's a gage that had been maxed out just a few minutes ago, now it is sitting on empty. It is the reading for the weapon charge level. I tell Tachyon it clearly already fired… maybe he needs to check his targeting coordinates. He stops pushing the red button and looks at the gage. He then looks at a terminal and begins typing something on it. He says something can't be, seems visibly upset by it. The scene of lombaxes on the screen is replaced by a scene showing the debris of what may have recently been a planet. He looks at the console, at the screen, then he glares over at me and asks how the fuck I managed to do that. I tell him I did nothing… he did that. What did you do? Blow up the wrong fucking planet? My penticon reports to me that he has successfully destroyed the planet where the cragmites had ended up after the lombaxes had sent them through a dimensional portal. I do a face palm… a double… I need more hands. He blew up his own planet!

Tachyon is pissed off beyond belief at me. He seems to think I somehow managed to access his computer system and retarget the weapon all while being restrained and right in front of him trying to talk him out of firing it. I tell him nope, this is all him. I told him it would bite him in the ass… He insists on saying I will pay for it and so will all of those other filthy lombaxes. Well I don't particularly want to consume this one… I am thinking his thoughts and memories might be too repulsive… but I also want to know if he has had dealings with Robert de Sable, if that is why I was brought here. I tell him maybe he was given a defective weapon… by who? The name wouldn't happen to be Robert de Sable, would it? He stops mid rant and looks at me. He looks like he has just figured it all out. He says Robert de Sable must be my friend! I knew the whole time that the weapon wouldn't fire where he aimed it because my friend Robert de Sable set me up. I tell him Robert is no friend of mine… but that does explain where a dumb cragmite managed to get hold of an interdimensional planet destroyer weapon. I smell a Templar. He says it doesn't matter… as soon as the weapon is charged he will make sure it is aimed at the lombax planet and blow them all out of existence. He pushes a couple buttons on the controls and the power gage starts rising as the weapon is recharging.

I decide I have had enough of Tachyon. More than enough, really. I tell him the only ones about to not exist are him and his pal Robert. He laughs at me and says there's nothing I can do about it. If it wasn't for the fact he wants me to see the rest of the lombaxes wiped out of the galaxy I'd already be dead. I tell him he talks a lot… that's because he's weak. And pathetic. He says I'm in no position to be insulting him. I break the restraints like a twig. He backs up a couple steps. He points at me and say GET HIM! So that's his whole plan? Not going to work on a virus. I don't bother shifting back to my normal form, but I do activate an Alex Mercer blade on my right arm. There are fish people all around me in their futuristic armor. My blade slices through their armor like a hot knife through butter. So I cut down the enemies that attack me. I see Tachyon staring at that scene for a bit before he apparently decides it would be a good idea to make a hasty retreat. This guy is as much of a flaky chicken-wuss as Robert himself! Come back here, you flaky jerk! Feel my blade! I am about to chase after Tachyon when I see the power gage on the weapon is at full… and still climbing. It is now overcharging. It is entering the red zone. The intercom system is now warning of imminent detonation if the charge is not stopped.

Forget Tachyon. He will most likely blow up with his station. Just to be sure the overcharge can't be aborted I smash the controls before leaving. I head back the way the fish people brought me from. My ship, or really Ratchet's ship, is still sitting in the landing bay. I jump into the ship and launch out of there. I am flying away from the station when there is a blinding explosion behind me… the whole thing just blew up. I wonder if there is any chance Tachyon got out of that alive. I figure if he did, at least he won't have access to an interdimensional planet destroyer weapon now. Scans show no signs of life in the vicinity. So I just have to go back to Ratchet and Clank and tell them the lombax planet is safe, and Tachyon is most likely subatomic particles. I use the penticon chip in my brain to open the wormhole I need to get back quickly. I land Ratchet's ship near my own fire valkyrie, which is landed not far from the work room where I originally found Clank. I get out of the ship and go to the work room. Both Ratchet and Clank are there, though I get the idea they haven't been getting along too well. I hope Robert didn't succeed in fucking things up between them with his stupid interference… I tell them that the planet destroyer is gone, Tachyon is space dust. Or at least I think he's space dust. I didn't actually see him explode. Ratchet seems relieved at that news. Clank still looks kind of pissed. It seems Ratchet is just giving him some space. I don't know if it makes any difference, but I flood the room with positive energy with a song spell I hum to myself. It does seem to have some effect. Clank doesn't look as mad, he asks me what that strange melody is. I say it is called Voices, from a show where I come from called Macross. Well all I can do is hope what Robert did doesn't leave any lasting effect, because it is here that I wake up.

Night of February 21, 2014. Friday.

Dream #: 17,231-05. Reading time: 1 min 18 sec. Readability score: 45.



I become aware that I am dreaming. I first perceive myself to be in a featureless room in semidarkness. Soon, there is the perception of my thoughts and awareness expanding. As a result, a staircase forms with the simultaneous presence of white noise.

As it appears, it creates the impression of hissing “snowflakes” (white points of light) suddenly coming together to form a white staircase in front of me with the appearance of a photographic negative. Rather than ascending it to investigate, I decide to walk out through a door to my right to wake, but I wake to feel blessed and loved.

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My dream had subliminal influence from a scene from “The Other,” a 1972 horror film, in which Niles is placing cattails everywhere in the barn, including the staircase. (Additionally, carrying and moving the cattails results in a rustling sound similar to white noise.) Even so, it correlates with the autosymbolic construct of the dreaming and waking processes.

A staircase, which is a factor of vestibular system correlation, becomes a feature in a dream when I either anticipate or subliminally, liminally, or concurrently will a difference in the level of dream state focus of awareness and anticipate changes in perception of my illusory physicality. It is used in meditation and hypnosis to go into and out of different levels of consciousness. Descending the staircase typically correlates with entering the state while ascending correlates with the waking process.

Precursory contemplation of a vestibular system simulacrum (a projection of the subliminal, liminal, or concurrent anticipation of the waking process) occurs here but does not complete. In the movie, the character Ada (falsely perceived as an angel in the scene in the first moments) attempts to kill Niles by burning the barn down, but he escapes through a door as she jumps into the fire.

It is intriguing how the subliminal recall of a horror movie can result in a dream of a very different nature with a satisfying outcome.

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This has been a rather strange night for me. Firstly, I had a mnemonically induced lucid dream, though I was still at a fairly low level of awareness. I soon consciously oversaw this dream collapse into blackness; but that was not the end of it. In retrospect, I'm not sure if I really retained memory and consciousness of my dreaming throughout the experience or if I inadvertently performed at least one DEILD or just a WBTB; but after I believed the dream to be gone, I became lucid again in the next dream - and, in a way, the same dream - several times. And becoming more and more aware each time.

In the first of these dreams, I was in my home, getting ready for school and my mother was packing my lunch for me. With apparent spontaneity, I then realised that I was dreaming. I tried to exercise my dream freedom and act with the truth in mind that nothing I said or did before a dream character had any real repercussions. So I approached my mother's dream character and, taking note of her complacent reaction, took her arm and, after a brief delay, passed my hand/finger through it, for no reason other than to check the power that I had. After this, the dream was broken.

I felt myself lying within my bed, remembering that I'd just had a lucid dream but now seeing naught but blackness. I wanted to go back to the lucid dream. I tried not moving in my current position and going back to where I had just been. In the next dream, I was already aware on some level that this was a dream, though I'm not sure if it was from the very beginning.

Upon performing some kind of reality check, I made sure that I was dreaming once again. Also, I saw this dream beginning in a similar way to last time, as if it was that dream happening all over again. This time, however, I decided to build on my previous, faulty experience. I tried transporting myself away from my current location, which was then in my own bedroom and with my mother’s dream character, in which I had no interest and who was inhibiting my ability to think freely without worry of consequences.

I thought of where a good place to transport myself inside my dream might be and, at least in part remembering the bonus task of the month that's in place right now on this website, I tried transporting myself to a mountain covered in snow. But instead of changing my environment, all my dream did was put me in front of my computer monitor, still in my bedroom, and turn it into a video game that was set atop a snowy mountain. It wasn't even that fun of a game but I went on to play it anyway, rather than protest or attempt to go bigger, because I imagined that I had myself made some sort of mistake and that that was the best my mind could be expected to do under the circumstances. This shows that I still didn't have the brightest level of dream awareness.

In what was either my next dream or a distant continuation of my current one, I endeavoured to truly go to the snowy mountain once again and shouted at my subconscious, as a dream control method I'd learned, to turn my scene into that. However, I could only partially manage the transformation. When I looked around, there were still my mother's dream character and some pieces of furniture from my own house standing there. Soon, I lost my grip on the dream again.

These times when the dreams kept fading were not something that felt like they could be stopped. I don’t remember seeing any warning signals before they fell apart to keep my grasp on the dream; at some point, sooner or later, I simply saw my dream environments disappear and be replaced by blackness, followed by an apparent realisation that I was lying in my bed. Yet every time, I retained that light of dream lucidity.

Every next lucid dream I had, I seemed to gain more and more lucidity and dream awareness - though it still wasn’t as impressive as I’d have endeavoured for in the end. In my next dream, however, after performing a reality check by observing the anomalous face of a clock, I remembered the goals I'd formed long before to use in-dream techniques to increase my dream’s lucidity as much as possible. I was in my living room, where I saw a couple of superheroes hanging out (without finding it strange) and I rubbed my hands together. As I did this, my dream really did come to look more vivid. This was the first time I've ever used this hand-rubbing technique, along with a direct shout to my mind to increase the lucidity, in one of my lucid dreams.

This technique turned out to be successful. The scene before me had become clear and vibrant; but then, for some reason, I kept seeing momentary interludes of blackness in my vision, as if I had been blinking very rapidly or as if frames in the dream movie were breaking up. One of the dream characters who sat before me noted this. The dream then broke again.

In my next dream, I started back at my bedroom and looked at the clock, as I remembered having done last time. The numbers were wonky and the hands were off-centre, which was well enough to clue me into the fact that I was dreaming yet again. My mother's dream character actually came along and helped show me how strange it looked, now aiding me with the reality check. I picked myself up where I left off, with rubbing my hands to increase lucidity (which eventually faded if not cared for enough) in the living room, with superheroes on my couch.

I appeared on the balcony of my home and decided to fly off. As I was flying past one of the tall buildings in my neighbourhood, I detected supervillain activity inside of it (to the superheroes on my couch?) and resolved to confront it. I also detected some kind of note from the villain - like a ransom note. But, since reading tends to be so difficult in dreams, I struggled to make any sense of it. I paid so much attention to trying to read the note, not taking this important detail into mind, that I must have been losing awareness points by now. And my dream broke once again.

Next time, I knew right away that I was dreaming and I became extra-wary to preserve my dream and my awareness and to avoid confusing situations that I couldn’t control. Also, this was the first time when I started off in a different setting. I was in a school environment, one that was in chaos. There were people running around in the classroom and there was a teacher standing in front of me, who clearly was not happy. On the desk beside her were test papers and each one seemed to have a bad score on it - as well as vastly varying score denominators. One of them had a score of only 5 of an unrealistically large number, with too many zeroes to count. This, the teacher, was the score I had gotten on her last test. I was trying to not let this dream get to me and retain my lucidity; but it wasn't always easy. This scene was particularly dark and intimidating.

I remember having other dreams that succeeded this one; but I doubt any more of them were lucid. I don't have much recollection of these dreams anyway, so there isn't much more to say.

Although I'd looked forward to lucid dreaming as this night began, by the end of it, I was feeling kind of drained - even a little turned off to lucid dreaming the following day. Hopefully, as I gain knowledge and experience, dream control and retaining awareness will be easier in DILDs that I experience in the future.

I was in a bar-restaurant but there were no booths, only communal tables. I was sitting with a couple really good friends and a lot of their friends that I didn't really know at all. This gorgeous girl that looks just like this actress sat down next to me and we started talking. I kind of have a thing for mousy looking girls.


She embodied everything that I love in a partner (kind, compassionate, funny, weird,...). After hanging out with her for awhile she ended up exchanging phone #'s with one of my best friends. In the dream they were meant to be together and it made me very sad. I woke up after that.

Then the dream started over. This time, instead of exchanging phone numbers they got up to leave together and I stood up too and walked over to talk to my buddy. I calmly said to him, "I just became lucid". Then I tried to make the girl like me instead of him but she just turned into a lifeless puppet zombie that did whatever I asked. All her actions were very crude and vulgar. I didn't like it so I let her be her own character and she went back to my friend. I woke up again.

Dream started over. The girl was the bartender this time, and I was semi-lucid at the start. I sat down at the bar and talked with her for awhile as she mixed drinks. I wanted to prevent her from even meeting my friend. Ten to fifteen minutes passed and I went to sit down at the table again. She brought us drinks and I looked around for my friend and I couldn't see him. The girl disappeared outside and I heard a gunshot. She had shot herself in the head and there were bits of brain and bone all over the pavement outside. I somehow found out that she had found my friend, dead, in the bathroom. He had killed himself by taking a lot of opiates. A little too Romeo and Juliet for me. I woke up and felt a great emptiness in my chest.

Was just in a dream, sitting around inside a house looking at papers, when some old memory of me returns and I think about the time I was awake writing down lyrics on paper and I wrote, "jasons dreaming" that wasn't an actual dream but the memory of that event triggered something and I looked at the paper I was hold and sure enough a printer popped out of the bottom of the page and printed another page out from it, so basically one page has a printer hanging from it print forth more. And then I knew I was dreaming. I think the people around me also knew they were dreaming or at least some of us were, because I was whisped to another scene outside next to a fence and someone was in the background giving commands saying, "don't haunt these people or you will be haunted in return", then I jumped the fence and heard someone say those dogs are going to tear you apart, but I didn't care I was free and I was not afraid and I jumped so damn high I landed on the first floor roof of the building I was aiming for and it was a tall building many about 6 or so floors and I started spiderman climbing, jumping, and loving every moment of it. I finally got to a good flat roof area at the top, and plugged my nose and breathed in and still felt the air flow through my nose, and knew I was still dreaming. But the breathing felt good so I kept doing it, I kept plugging my nose and taking in nice deep breaths, and suddenly I awoke.

Some more scenes before the LD that I remember:
1. I was in some sort of war, and backed into a corner with other guy who was more more powerful than me, felt like we were playing a game. My ammo/weapon just wasn't doing any damage, but the big guy backed in the corner with me, he ceased shooting, because his shots were damaging my health bar as well, but I defended us vigorously.

2. Was on a spaceship talking to some person, next to a console. Was very interesting, he definitely was not human, and the person sitting to his right had horns. Very multidimensional and full of volume in that dream. Tolec.

3. A couple dreams were I had boners, and was playing coverup with my shame, but sometimes I just did not care.

This morning my husband woke me up to say goodbye before going to work. I got up and brushed my teeth (don't like the bad taste) then went back to bed. Like usual, before falling asleep I thought about the possibility of an intruder and worried I'd have another intruder, false-awakening, paralysis dream in which I knew I was awake.

I fell asleep with my cat on the bed and the cat was still sleeping with me in the dream. I remember seeing my window, which has brown curtains, and knowing that I was still sleeping. I could feel myself paralyzed in bed and wanted to wake up. At this point I was half paralyzed, as I was lifting up my arm, stretched out towards the window. In my thinking in the dream, I was half awake, but in reality it was all a dream and my real body outside of the dream wasn't moving at all. I thought if only I can move enough, then I'll fully wake up. Finally, I struggle off the bed and onto the floor, then hear a tune very audibly. It was unfamiliar to me. A few seconds later I wake up. When I wake up, I wonder if the tune was coming from outside the dream or fabricated in the dream (often I rely on cues from reality to help me wake up from false awakening dreams, like the radio or an alarm, but I didn't this time) and realized it was in the dream. I knew I didn't know the tune, but I wondered if it was the song from Helix that my dad sent me as a ringtone recently. It wasn't perfectly like it, but it reminded me of it. Now I don't remember how the tune goes. This is the first time that this particular reoccuring dream has had a tune in it.

This was all with the knowledge in my dream that this same scenario happens all the time, and when it happens an intruder will come or my husband will come home early. I want to wake up so badly because I don't want to face the intruder. This time I didn't face him at all. My last encounter with the intruder I was trying to block him from opening up the door and suddenly woke up (I wasn't aware I was dreaming in this instance). I've also seen him in person in the dream, an Asian man (my husband is Japanese), but looks nothing like my husband. But it didn't seem like he is going to hurt me.

Usually, I'm really scared of this dream happening. But now I want to face it and talk to the intruder. So I hope to post more dream journals here and track my progress on this particular dream.

Color legend: Non-dream Dream Lucid

Lucid #187: The Hybrid

I have a false awakening in a strange bedroom that I think is some kind of condominium. Wife is here along with my two young kids E and R. I wonder whether I can go back to sleep and try to have a lucid dream but then realize that I’m having one right now.

I charge toward the window but feel someone short grab onto my arm. “Who is that?” I ask, looking down to find my 2-year-old son R clutching me. “It’s [R], Daddy. I want to go with you. Daddy, let me go with you!” For a moment I consider it, but once I think about my Task of the Year goal (turning into a fish-man and acting out The Little Mermaid), I decide no way. I’m way too nervous about bringing one of my kids’ DCs into the ocean.

R’s grip slips off of me as I phase through the window. I feel a little guilty for a moment, but I remind myself that this isn’t really him. I’m wound up in my backyard during what looks like mid-morning. I jump up into the air, imagining that there will be an ocean where my eastern neighbor’s yard ought to be. But when I get up there, it still looks like waking life.

I have some momentary flight trouble, but I psych myself up with a few phrases until things are going the way I want them to. I fly west for a bit, slowly turning southward and expecting to see water until… I see the ocean just ahead of me!

I pop up into the air and then plunge straight downward into the water, happily swimming about beneath the waves. The water’s darker than I’d like, but I try not to get too nervous or worked about this. I imagine my lower body turning into that of a fish, swim around that way for a bit, then look down to check my handiwork. It’s close, but not quite right… each leg is still there but all scaly like a fish’s body with a fin on the end.

I look away again, swim around a bit more, trying to make it all feel natural. I check again and it’s looking better, just about right, but now I’m feeling paranoid about my breathing. I feel like I can’t breathe underwater and need to surface. Panicked that something is wrong with my breathing in waking life, I push for the surface and fall into the void. I keep doing repetitive swimming motions, though, trying to hold onto the dream. After a while of this, I wonder if I’m making swimming motions in bed. This finally transitions me into...

… a false awakening where I’m lying in a large bed next to Wife. The room’s not my own, though. I recognize this as the condominium from the beginning of the dream, and realize that I’m still dreaming. I roll over to Wife’s side of the bed and start getting frisky. She murmurs sleepily but when I tell her that “this is all a dream”, she becomes more engaged. We make out for a little bit, but the dream hits the void.

After a moment, though, there’s a transition into an office environment. Wife’s still here with me so we continue making out.

Spoiler for Sexytime:

I notice one of the office workers, an attractive Hispanic woman in her late 20s, holding a stack of papers and talking to another employee. I tell the woman that she wants to join us and she responds, "Okay, good idea," and begins to undress while still sort of continuing to work. I guess my attention wanders, though, because after a moment she walks off to do some work thing, still partially undressed.

After that Wife and I enjoy some sexytime before…

… the dream ends.

Color legend: Non-dream Dream Lucid

Lucid #186: Michael Scott Vs. the Zombies

The cast of The Office is sitting around in a big room that looks like a warehouse with a random bathroom stall stuck in the middle of it. Michael Scott is attempting to give a rousing speech to cheer everyone up but instead just makes everyone feel really uncomfortable.

“Cheer up, gang,” says Michael, flashing a toothy grin. Everyone slinks down in their seats. Stanley looks back disdainfully. “Everyone, you are about to experience one of the best things about my youth… the 1980s.”

The scene changes into a video game where I’m now playing as Michael Scott from a first-person perspective. I see some cash lying on the seat of a toilet. As I gingerly try to pick up the money, I realize that I can’t take it because my cash is already “full” in this game.

There’s an abrupt shift into the front of a restaurant. An unseen female voice narrates: “In this scenario, Michael must act violent and unstable so he can gather information about <something something>...” I see a zombie shuffling around at the base of a short set of nearby stairs. I vault over the rail and kick him in the face mid-leap. This is great fun. I remember my intent to have a lucid dream, so I decide that I can’t get too into this video game or I might forget. And it finally hits me that I’m dreaming right now.

A huge, balding zombie comes shambling toward me and I punch him in the face. I leave the room and move into another hallway, relaxing my mind until the zombies stop coming toward me and instead just pass harmlessly by without paying me much attention.

I reach a bend in the hall, rub my hands together, and move toward a large, open area. Just then, a female zombie puts a hand on my shoulder and groans. I’m relaxed about this and say, “You,” (I point at her), “are a dream character!” She smiles, her face changing until she looks like my high school English teacher. Then she walks away.

The room I’ve entered is a huge atrium with a glass roof, 5 or 6 stories high. Two young women, maybe college age, are seated at a table handing out some kind of literature. I’m mildly curious what they have to say but I see a nighttime street scene just through the door. I’m having huge trouble remembering my goals so I think it’d be better to get outside.

I get outside, start to fly, and then abruptly have a false awakening back in bed. I’m staring at the alarm clock. Oddly, rather than showing the time, it’s counting down from 9. I have no idea what this means. I hear Wife whimpering in her sleep next to me. She says, “If people look into my brain, they’ll steal my ideasssssss…”

The alarm clock hits 1, goes dark for a moment, and then starts at 9 again. I realize that I’m still dreaming, but it’s just a moment before I wake up for real.

I made a quick video several time last night to help me remember these dreams as I woke up from them so here is what i jotted down plus a little extra from what I can still recall about them.

Dream one
not lucid

I am in a city and its very dark out there are busses all over the place and a few other cars. I am driving in mine and everthing seems normal for a while until i pull up to this car garage. I pull up and I notice that im driving from the right side of the car instead of the normal left side but I dont think anything of it and i go about my business. I drive pass a buss and come up to a security gate and drive through and the car i was in barely fits through I keep going and there is another one and i make it through that one. yet again there is another one and this time I feel a little out of control and feel almost drunk I drive through the last one but it takes a while as i dont want to hit the edges of the car and wreck it. I get out and go down this pier and this couple is yelling the guy was saying he was mad because they had almost be hit by some person in the parking garage. I assume it is me they are talking about and i try and hide my face from them. I hop on a quad and drive it into the sand dune next to the pier and drive towards the shore. As I get closer I see my brother and a few other people I know on a boat and they are asking me if i want to come. I looked around and said sure why not! I notice a friend on the back of the boat a girl that appears to be my brothers girlfriend and in the seat infront of them was her two daughters then it was my brother in front of them. My other friend with me moved and sat in the back seat with my brothers girlfriend and i sat in a big seat infront of my brother. He asked if we were all ready and i said i guess so! he took off and i slid to the side of the seat and grabbed on for dear life. there was a life guard / boatsman at the end of the pier and was telling us to becareful as the waves were getting bad. We drove out hit a huge wave but as we were on it my brother was able to turn the boat around and we drifted on the wave and almost clipped the man on the pier with the motor. we appologized and went out a little further and did the same thing again drifting with the wave. Then i woke up and made a quick sound bit via video to recall this morning.

Dream two
could be lucid (this was an attempt to become lucid and have a shared dream)

Im not sure if this was a dream or not but i feel it might of been as other wise i was day dreaming about it for an hour and half. I was trying to place myself on the moon it became very vivid to me but i never recall being on the moon that whole time. I could tell I was awake and i felt as if i could open my eyes up and wake up at any second giving me the impression that i was day dreaming while trying to fall back asleep but I am unsure.


Dream three
Not lucid

I am in a world that looks like earth and I meet this guy in the dream i ask him if he can help me become a better lucid dreamer and he says he will and that he just needs some information from me. I smile and bring him the stuff he needs we fill it out and his wife comes over to help me out with the package for it and we talk i dont recall abotu what but i remember saying at the end to her comment of your like family to us now. I smiled and said im a "lucid brother" and winked she smiled and said yes yes thats a good one! I am forced to leave them as two girls i was with are upset it would appear that this painter killer is loose and is just killed somebody and is going to strike again. One of the girls is upset and wants to catch him while the other is being deffenseive and doesnt want like it was her boyfriend or something. we pile all these bright orange yellow and red golf clubs of different sizes like from the size of your finger to the lenghty of your body. We filled it up and headed out. We appear in a park and are looking around and while there these people we see in the park start chocking and vomiting i ask the people next to me what is happening they said it must be the bomb the guy made it must be in that trash can. I look and say but how its not in the sunlight he only puts things on in broad daylight. we look around and decide we need to back up so that it doesnt affect us as we do we notice the man and begin to chase after him. Anything after that i dont remember.

Dream 4
not lucid

I enter into a dream into a world that doesnt look like earth. It looks more boxy like the game minecraft. As i walk around and am talking to myself I see a chat over bubble appear and it says JAVZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ has logged in. He then messaged Hi Jonnnnnn! (which is my name) I say out loud ohh somebodies here! and my voice kind of echos he messages again saying I can hear you So i say back well im going to find you! it echos around and then i laugh a little bit and say this voice thing is pretty cool. I look around the map and notice white footprint outlines going around and I follow them a round and i start saying in a creepy voice to have a little fun. Im gunna find you and im gunna get you. Where areeee you??? and he doesnt message back but i can just tell his answer he says that he is in a mine and there is only stupid fake diamond ore all over the place. I laugh and say alright ill be right there i find the cave and I enter in and fall down to bedrock and look around and laugh and say wow this is some nice ore! as i look and see all the fake diamond ore laying around. He says yeah i cant remember the good commands for the pick axe. I say oh i can help you with that where are you at ill bring you one. He says he is just down the tunnel so i go walking down and enter into this room its a pharmacy I look around and begin to craft a pick axe but as he comes around the corner he becomes my best friends wife. she smiles and greets me I smile back and make small talk and put the pick axe down. I walk around and the lights go out im now in a dark set of clothing and a zero hat. I start moving around in the store all sneaky like and my best friend sees me and was like oooohhh scaryyyy im a ghoooostttt and waves his flash light around and then walks away from me. I go around the corner and lay on the ground as a security light hits me. I position myself just right as to be invisible from the light though and his wife comes around the corner and sees me from another angle and is like WOW thats really cool jon! chad come and look what jon is doing. as he does some people knock on the door. Its two girls and they make out a little and then come inside. I tell my friends quick put on your costumes. they did and i put this giant picture on my head and put my head through the cut out and tied it around my head. One of the girls looked around and pulled her boobs out from her top and then they left out the door. Another man came in and just started chatting away and the girls decided to come back. One of them began to make out with the guy and then made out with my best friend and then to another random guy in the room now. I was like wow she is kind of a slut or something is she gunna make out with everybody she sees?? the leave after that and this old man comes in the door and is super mad. He is yelling at two guys in the room with us. I recoginze them all but it doesnt make any sense. One o them was Chris a old friend in highschool and another was Mark which is another person from my highschool only thing is mark was chris's uncle.. long story. The man at the door was essentially mark but it was him from the future and he was pissed that he couldnt talk to himself because chris was in the room and wouldnt leave. He got to upset and left and i thought well that was weird I remember him but he looks so old.... I then woke up and made another video to remember what happened.


UPDATE!
After looking into time stamps of when i woke up and when i recored myself. It would appear that i had a false awakeinings. It was after the first dream and because prior to the moon dream i woke up and recorded my first dream. which was at 4:43 AM so i could not of woken up before that time and had that dream. which in my dream was 3:37 AM what is amazing however was that in 15 minutes I had that moon dream and woke up as the clock said 4:59 AM. That 15 minutes about felt like it was an hour and a half long of me tossing and turning in bed not being able to sleep and trying hard to get to the moon

02.16.2014

A Little Scissor Happy (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

It is 11:00 pm. I'm watching tv with my mother in our old house when she abruptly says that it's time for bed. Thinking she means it's time for her to go to bed, I say that I'll go later. "No," she orders, "You need to go to bed NOW."

Put off by her telling me what to do since I don't even live with her anymore, I refuse. We argue for a while until I get sick of it and stomp off to my room to gather my things. If she's going to be like this, I'll just leave. Thinking that I'm obeying her, she goes off to bed as planned. While I'm packing, I hear a CREEPY girl's voice outside my window--- "Don't you wanna play?" Disturbed, I run to my mom's room.

"You heard it too?" she asks, wide eyed.

We go into the living room, where we hear someone breaking into the back door. There's no time to go grab one of my knives as a demented-looking girl with wild black hair bursts into the house, brandishing large scissors. Her choice of weapons reminds me that there are kitchen shears in the nearby cabinet--- I lunge for them, arming myself just as she begins psychotically trying to stab me. I stab at her as well, right in the jugular. The only problem is, her skin is as hard as steel! I do no damage whatsoever!

((Somewhere along the line, the dream deteriorates into me cutting all my hair off.))

02.19.2014

More Attempts on my Life (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

The townspeople of Storybrooke (from Once Upon a Time) and a couple of other characters are all gathered around a large tree late at night. They are discussing my fate, which seems to be in jeopardy due to some dark forces.

While they're busy worrying, I come across Dr. Lauren Lewis from Lost Girl and we quickly become very fond of each other. The storyline "pauses" itself as we have sex. When we're done, the dream resumes as if there was no interruption.

I somehow end up in Wal-Mart with Lydia (from Skyrim). She still looks like Lauren, but in the dream it is understood that she's Lydia. Just as in the game, she is my wife.

We're currently being pursued by the cohorts of an evil botanist who wants me for some plant spores that have cultivated in my blood. I am armed only with a small screwdriver. This seems to be weapon enough for now: I easily slide my make-shift shank into my enemies' throats, who subsequently choke to death on their own blood. It is quite satisfying to watch.

There are a LOT of enemies, however. Lydia and I decide to split up so they'll have to divide their efforts. I'm worried, because while they're ordered to bring ME in alive, the botanist gave no such orders for Lydia.

As one of my enemies grows too close for comfort, I stab in in the neck like the others--- and my screwdriver breaks off into his flesh. Great, now I'm weaponless...

I suddenly remember that I have a knife in the pouch I carry, which hangs from my belt. I quickly draw it out and, partially lucid now, rejoice that it is somewhat bigger than in real life.

Lydia meets back up with me just as I slash out the throat of yet another henchman. He is one of the few remaining. The man is still alive, begging for mercy through a gurgle of blood. Even so, I see that he is reaching out to kill me. Lydia finishes him off wih a sharp kick to the head.

The man had possessed a large serrated blade, which I proptly give to Lydia so that she can better defend herself. We walk arm-in-arm from the stor, bragging to each other about our victory.

Various non-lucid scenes: two immortals discussing faith and religion while rummaging around one's kitchen; the owner of the kitchen and her mother are both christian, and I'm surprised and intrigued since I hadn't found that to be very compatible with physical immortality. Rose and Martha meeting all the past incarnations of the Doctor in the TARDIS. There's some fantastical mystery involving spirits, and I was tasked with demonstrating the rational, physical origins of the events - the drama with the spirits is still considered real, but as a sort of reflection of the physical world, not actually physically present there - however, now that I believe it's all been solved and wrapped up, I'm asked a series of questions that force me to go through and reevaluate all my conclusions, suggesting there may be another answer. IWTV references, thinking about Lestat's life-has-no-more-meaning-what-if-i-could-give-you-a-new-life speech, resulting in a bit of an IWTV-themed power trip. That ended in an unpleasant party, which I left and returned to my IRL home.

In my home, looking out the window I've noticed various construction or roadwork or similar workers out in the street, and one of them's walking up the driveway. I move away from the windows since I need to go put some proper clothes on, but before I can do anything more than that I hear two of them inside the house, just in the next room. I'm aware that when I deliberately moved away from the windows, they'd mistakenly believed there was no one home and came inside. So I step into sight now and ask them wtf. They're surprised to see someone home. They talk briefly to each other. One of them says, "He's not going to forget. How do you want to do this?" After that, the two of them raise tools as if they're weapons - one of them's holding a hammer, the other a mallet - and although I'm aware this is a dream (I'm thinking as if I knew it all along but felt no need to act on that knowledge before now), I have difficulty defeating them or removing them. In that case, I decide to summon up something to remove them for me - I think of a dragon. One doesn't appear, but instead, as a direct result of that thought, I have a feeling that I think of as "a part of me that hasn't been fed," and with a voice much deeper than my own I say "Get the fuck out of my home," after which I see fire. Then I'm looking at the fire from a distance - I'm somewhere outside, and neither the burning cottage I'm looking at nor the scenery has any resemblance to my IRL home, I've completely changed scenes. Despite this, I believe that I've succeeded in removing those two from the house and feel satisfied.

False awakening. I'm in a bed - not one I'm familiar with IRL, though I believed it was in a relative's house - and I reach for my dream journal. I can't find an empty page to write in, and I realize this is an old journal, one I'd already filled up. A few pages have been torn out.