lucid

Faded into another dream this morning after a WBTB. It started with the sensation of motion; of moving forward. Ran around inside a building from an assailant. Exited through two doors to find the building was 30,000 feet in the air. I knew I was dreaming; yet, the feeling of being so high in the air and the gravity was enough to dissuade me from jumping out the building and attempting to fly. I knew that if I jumped, the feeling of falling would wake me up immediately. Kind of like Inception, no?

I had 4 lucid dreams and one false awakening where I tried my best to wake up.

I did recall a lot more dreams but they faded fast... Should I jot notes again? My life is too busy for that.

Jamie 1

Was dosing off. Saw her looking and me from the shadows. I saw her face and the outline of her amazing hair. She didn't seem to happy or anything just neutral.

Jamie 2

Can't remember what i was doing in the dream. Jamie was there but she was in her distant phases and vanished from the dream.

Lucid

I was with Victoria (The younger one) from work. We were by the lethbridge Hospital at night. We went across the street to the building where they hold AA meetings. There was a hidden door or something and we went into some hidden rooms. I knew this was impossible so i became Lucid. Victoria vanished somewhere. I wasn't interested in her. I wanted to look for jamie. I found myself at a window and then I was outside. I was thinking of how to find Jamie when everything started going black.

I better get back into stabilizing dreams and doing Time Dilation again. i'm surprised i"ve been lucid shortly every week with my method of wbtb.

Lucid dreaming can be fickle, y'know. All I do is a WBTB, I just focus on going back to sleep because I had work to get up for. I wasn't even trying to lucid dream. Some time passes and I sort of "load" into the dream like a game or turning up the brightness on a monitor. I mean one moment, I am visualizing myself looking into the mirror, I get the feeling that I can focus on it more, then the dream fully loads around me. I am not going to wonder what technique that was.

BUT the BIG BIG thing here for the first time in a loooong time - maybe ever, I stabilized the dream past 30 seconds. What I did this time around was focus on the details on the back of my hands. The feeling of walking on the ground. The feeling of the clothes on my body. Sounds. Anything. I tried very hardest not to do any thinking inside the dream. I went searching around for a dream guide. I knock on a door. No answer. I knock on a window and I guess a woman who was the mother told me they were at school. So I spend the rest of the dream wandering around my neighborhood for about 10 minutes.

Agent
Night of November 11, 2020

We had rushed inside one of the houses at the end of the road. It took a while to get our bearings. By the air of conversation coming from one of the rooms on the back, I could tell the owners were unaware of our presence. B stood behind me while I looked back on the door; I opened it ever so slightly until it allowed a small peek through to the other side. Below the thickness of light were vehicles among the rest of homes that lined both sides of the street. My eyes panned side to side; not a single soul stood out in the close vicinity, and that was concerning. They were nowhere to be found.

And then, by mere chance I caught the shadowy figure of a man. He emerged from a corner between the third and fourth houses to the left of the street, and soon after followed not one but five more men. Their sleeveless and greasy shirts were disgustingly magnified by the ammo belts running across their chest. One of them, the closest to the entrance, raised his weapon in victory as he kicked the door from its hinges. The crew forced their way through the threshold while I looked back in horror. With my back against the exit I shut the door close. I could barely think straight; B hadn’t moved an inch.

"They're coming," I said.

B trailed after me as we moved to the back of the house where we found a group of three women sitting around a table.

“We need to move out of this house.” I warned them.

“They’re going to be here any minute now and if they find us, we’re done.”

But the three women ignored me and continued their conversation without a care in the world. As a matter of fact, I don’t think they even heard me. I signaled B and we hurried out of the place through one of the windows. We walked for a while and it wasn’t long when we came upon a stretch of land. An assembly of bodies in black suits covered the space wide. I don’t know why I looked back. The three women's residence was a two-story structure that housed a large balcony overlooking the field. Up on the platform my eyes locked with one of the mercenaries. I diverted my gaze immediately and pulled us both near the crowd of people. But it was too late now. As if taken from one of the Matrix movies, I saw two agents drop to the ground. We had been found.

I turned back only to determine the distance between us as we ran for our lives. The agents chased us to a building which I barely recognized (after waking up) as my old middle school. The old place had a layout consisting of four floors of interconnecting corridors organized in a rectangular pattern. I had taken B up and down countless sets of stairs, through narrow passages and broken-down classrooms. But no matter how much I tried we couldn’t lose them. Eventually, our haphazard escape meant it was only a matter of time before one of us lost sight of the other.

Alone and terrified I ran as fast as I could. Before reaching the end of the hall, I found a short space on the lower left wall near one of many locked doors. I shoved myself into the crammed space and crept my way inside into an abandoned classroom. Within the darkness I barricaded myself with pieces of decayed old wooden chairs, broken tables, and any other mess I could find. I crouched behind the dusty window of the door and awaited in silence. The close stomps from one of the agents could be heard from barely a few feet away. The sound of footsteps came from the right; they stopped directly in front of me, then resumed on the other side, dying out the further they went. Slowly, I raised my head from the ground. We were already deep into the night. The dirty window made it almost impossible to see but, there was no mistake that the quivering figure standing on the third floor, on the other side of the school, was none other than B himself, taken into custody by one of the agents.

I had to go back for my friend. I retreaded slowly away from the door, and then I realized the back of the room had opened itself to a parking space abutting a roadside hotel. The place had a set of stairs to one of the upper floors. The sounds approaching from the neighboring guest rooms startled me, so I took cover, crouching behind the wall at the bottom of the steps. A young man crossed from side to side not before stopping midway after noticing me. He shared a puzzling look. Realizing the awkwardness of the situation I stood up almost immediately and played things off as if nothing had happened. The young man continued, and I followed him up as he turned the corner on the left and entered through the doors to the public restroom. As I did, it became clear to me that this was all a dream.

The place I was in wasn’t anything special, save for a very distinctive feature. I discovered it by watching the young man from before, the moment he sat on the floor in front of a mirror above one of the sinks. Without any interaction on his part, the mirror turned itself on like any other T.V. I was surprised at what unfolded in front of me. But before I did anything else, I had to ground my lucidity inside the dream.

“Where is my body?” I asked.

“My body is lying in bed. I am dreaming.”

“What date is it?”

“It is the 11th of November.”

With renewed clarity, I approached one of the mirrors. As I grabbed it, the object twisted and shrank to a size perfectly fitted to my grip. Like a tablet, I held the mirror and stared at it. Nothing out of the ordinary happened; my reflection looked perfectly back at me. The young man watching T.V. was still there, withdrawn from anything or anyone around him. I didn’t know what to do with this thing. But then, an idea popped inside my head. Could I use an object like this, especially a mirror, to look into another space in the world, maybe use it as a medium of transportation? Say I want to travel to a different location, perhaps the mirror could facilitate a much needing proposition. But how do I get this thing to work?

First, I would need to think of the place I wanted to see. I initially thought about the old school, but at this point lucidity was slipping away and it was hard for me to keep a concentrating effort on the task at hand. The old school brought memories of my friend B, and with a little effort I thought I could use the mirror to look back to where exactly he was being held prisoner. The distance wasn’t long, and maybe I could get back to him by use of the object in the span of an instant. I regained a little awareness after this and attempted my escape. However, whatever I tried, I could not get past my own reflection in the mirror. I thought directly on where I wanted to go, tried to imagine the place I had been previously; I even turned away for a second, then looked back, hoping to see something other than my face behind the small piece of glass, but I failed time and again. It’s as if I didn’t actually believe such a thing possible. Absurd. This was a dream. Impossible had no meaning within the confines of my own mind. And yet, doubt was a hurdle difficult to eradicate. But my mind wasn’t having it no more. Confusion formed inside a cloud that blurred my judgement, disconnecting my mind and sliding me away into the mindset of non-lucid.

The dream continues non-lucidly.



Dipping One's Toes at Dream Control: My First Attempts
Night of November 12, 2020

I stopped before the stairs of my house, observant of whatever was downstairs. I did not know why, but something about the place was amiss. Things felt wrong; it all felt slightly off. And then, it hit me: It is a dream.

I repeated the words, and each time I did, I could feel the cogs inside my head starting to turn. I saw more clearly now, aware of what was happening. Downstairs, danger was imminent. I wanted to get out of here, but I didn’t know how. I thought I’d wish a new place into existence, but the dream would not budge. I tried talking my way through things, but again, it mattered little to none if I didn’t believe myself to make it happen. I stayed for several more attempts until I finally woke up.

Notes: I woke up in the night and remembered the lucid and another dream. But then I forgot it when I woke up because I didn't write it down. I thought that I would remember it. From now on I'm going to suppose that all the dreams that I don't write down I will forget. Then I will probably write them down because I think my dreams are precious.

I'm walking out of Det Röda Huset and I'm under the tree. I'm lucid and know it's a dream. I lie on my back and hover over the ground backwards. The apple tree is big and prominent. The sky is purple with different layers of clouds, some of them are getting thinner and dissolving into purpleness. The quiet atmosphere is blissful and I am truly without a worry in the world. I think about how this is a dream. I imagine my real body lying in my bed and I see my sleeping face in the dream. I wonder what I want to do and fly up. I see a house with a window. I know there is someone inside so I try to break the window (my normal entrance into houses) but it's not working properly. It gets cracks but not enough. A big lady comes out from the door and tries to catch me. I lose my lucidity in the chase and I can't remember more.

Notes: I've been under that tree in really many dreams now. I am often lucid when I see it. I always get beautiful experiences when I'm lucid in Sturkö, it is an amazing place with many precious memories.

I'm walking in school and go to the guitar place. I want to see if the guitar is there. It is lying on the floor and I am feeling happy and relieved. Upon further inspectation I notice that the neck of the guitar is really thick. It is a steel-string acoustic guitar and I wonder why it got a thicker neck than a nylon-string guitar.

Notes: The school's public guitar has been missing for some days now and I often go and check if it has returned. Someone probably stole it or broke it which is sad because I really liked it.

The dream had begun around my mother's old house. We were walking on her street. I was next to the mailbox when I started to realize this was a dream. Everything became so vivid. I wasn't in control but I had the thought that it was a dream. The sky above was a beautiful light blue with the sun shining onto the clouds that made them a light orange. I walked up the street amazed at how vivid everything was. At the top of the street I got a better view of the sky and was in awe. I thought 'this couldn't be a dream, it seems so real.' I was so confused by how real everything seemed, I couldn't tell it was a dream. I turned left and walked down the street. I passed a dream character who acknowledged me, it felt like I was the main character in a movie and people were doing finger guns as they passed me. I walked up the hill and the same dream character I walked by would appear again and again each time I looked at them while they passed. We stopped by an old neighbors house and the same dream character was laying on a chair sunbathing.

First true LD in over two months. No techniques used, no intention set, completely random.

In an ordinary non-lucid dream I somehow gained some awareness of my dream state but couldn't hold onto it. I faded in and out of lucidity and dreaming several times until I laid down and kinda WILDed in the dream - this has worked for me before.
A brief falling sensation and I 'awoke' on the sofa in my parents' living-room. Instead of doing a physical reality check I reminded myself that I wasn't sleeping in this place. It was pitch black and the dream rather unstable so I kneed down and touched my surroundings. As always, everything felt hyper-realistic but I still couldn't see a thing, so I crawled across the room towards the door.
Suddenly my parents' cat appeared in the dark (well, for her it wasn't dark...) and attacked my bare arms. I set the rebellious cat aside and finally left through the front door. Outside, it wasn't any brighter, so I went on feeling my way forward.

As I reached the street suddenly my vision got unlocked and I was standing in bright daylight with detailed surroundings. I wondered what I should do with my lucidity now...and longed for something intense. Flying? Nope, not stable enough. Then I knew...I had to kill my self here (*).
At the end of the road a woman started her car on the driveway and to the right there was a strange kind of agricultural vehicle with lots of sharp blades. I walked towards the car, staring fearlessly at the woman, wondering if she would fulfil my unspoken wish.
She looked confused and increasingly insecure, and I understood that I had to take things in my own hands. Without hestitating I ran the last meters and jumped straight into the machine's razor-sharp front.
No pain but a rush of adrenaline through my body... and I was awake.

(*) Note for anyone reading: This should be taken metaphorically; I'm not suicidal. Currently going through a major transformation process due to some other experiences so I'm getting quite a few metaphors about dying at the moment.

And this post is above another user who posted a Davie 504 dream. Are youtubers trying to take control of our dreams??? *Cues x files theme*

I think I had jamie dreams I just can't recall them. Just woke up a few times with a feeling that she was in them. I miss the constant or weekly vivid dreams of her since they've been my constant companion for over 2 years now...

Small lucid

Just Walking into a room with my cousin there. I become lucid for no reason at all. I stand by a window and try to push through the glass into another dream. but i wake up after.


pewdiepie

I'm at some bar or party. It almost has the same layout to the 21 club here in lethbridge which i haven't even been to in some years. Use to go there to talk to no one, buy expensive beer, have some drunk girl slap your smoke out of your face for no reasonand call 3 different cab companies then wind up walking home because the cabs just pick up any drunk idiot int he parking lot. No thanks.

As i walk in I see Pewdiepie standing where everyone smokes. I want to say hello but walk in. I walk in and out of the building a few times. I say "Hi," to him a few times but he doesn't respond. (honestly my pewdipie phase ended when T-series Passed him and subs) eventually I manage to get his attention. I try to tell him I have his old wired Razer headset which i've had for 3 years. I can't speak and sense my physical tongue is to dry to speak. This makes me lucid but instead of doing anything I keep trying to talk but wind up saying nothing. Pewdiepie seems more interested in that I'm having trouble trying to speak. He kind of gets the gist of what I'm trying to say but he just kind of thinks my problems are funny.

Not sure what else i recall. I work nights and can say my lucids are in my second cycle during the day. I go to sleep around 11 am or noon. Wake up 4 5 Pm. Back to sleep around 6 and fall asleep around 7. the short later period has been giving me very vivid are almost all lucid dreams.

#543 - DEILD (2x chain) - 4:30AM

I took 400mcg Huperzine-A with 600mg Choline during WBTB

I tried I WILD and catch myself after having dosed off. I relax into the vibrations and then roll out of my body. I am blind and I make my way out the back door. The air feels cool but I still cant see so I crawl around. Then my dream eyes actually open but I am fooled into a sort of FA. I am starting at some grass growing in the driveway and I think I am actually sleepwalking. I feel embarrassed and look around to see if the neighbors noticed me. I heading inside and see both my dogs are running around lose so I let them in the house. I lay back down in bed and my wifes family show up. I'm like wtf guys I'm sleeping. They just got back from a trip and want to show my wife stuff they bought. I am super pissed off that they are ruining my sleep. I am trying to lucid dream and it's 3am and they have the light on just talking loud. I say some really meant things until they finally leave. I start to worry that I made them too mad. I said I should have just taken what happened and been calm about it. Then I remember it's ok because none of this really happened. I remember this is actually a typical dream after WBTB and LDS. That thought wakes me a bit.

I DEILD again. Vibrations. This time I shoot straight up like a rocket. I enjoy floating in the darkness for a second then I ground myself. My dream eyes open again. I see a green field with trees but its a low res video game. I think I must be looking at a TV screen in waking life. Maybe I actually opened my eyes. I close them.Then I remember the last dream. I remember that sometimes opening my eyes in the dream state feels physical but its not. Plus its getting me out of the darkness. I open my eyes again noting how how physical is seems but I trust myself and just do it. I am back in the video game. I start walking forward. Since I am in a video game I decide to look at my hand like I do in VR. They look dark and undefined. Ok whatever. There are some hooded figures that look like they are casting spells at me. None of this scene is particularly interesting so I just rush forward until it all goes away. I don't even notice the scene fading out.

I am in a large open area but it really dark. There is a floating female head in front of me (think Gorn). Her face is attractive so I kiss her quickly on the lips. She smiles. Then another appears more on my left. I kiss her too but then she bites my chin. I am shocked and pull her bottom jaw open. Her jaw splits in two. I say eew and toss it away. The first head moves to my right side and now I am standing in a restaurant. I see Alyssa Millano sitting at a table having a conversation. She wont look at me so I do something to get her attention. I see an empty dinner plate on the table. I notice its a deep blue color. I put it on my head and balance it. I say look I am balancing a plate on my head look. Alyssa continues to ignore. The floating head laughs. The plate falls off on a table full with a group of people on my right. The plate rolls of and hits the window but nothing breaks. Alyssa ignore me still so I sit next to her and put my arm around her. Nothing. She is just talking way to some woman across the table. I poke her ribs. She jumps a bit and her voice cuts off for second but she still continues to ignore me. I poke her a few more times noticing how real it all feels. She still wont even look at me so I grab her face with both hands and force her to look at me. I ask her something I don't recall. Her answer is gibberish but I feel satisfied I got some response. I move on. The floating head now a permanent companion follows me.

I see something strange on a mans table. I ask the floating head what is THAT? It look like octopus tentacle with bits of blue and green. When I get closer is changes to some sort of raw meat that doesn't look all that odd. It's package like it was just purchased from a grocery store but its warm and looks like it's going bad. I apologize to the man and tell him it looked like he had something crazy on his plate. I wake up.

I make a DJ entry and use the bathroom. I WILD a few times but at soon as I latch onto the start of the dream I lose it all. I finally give up and sleep the rest of the morning uneventfully.

Notes: I woke up 45 minutes ago and tried to remember my dreams but didn't succeed. I tried the new mantra "kom ihåg" (remember) and had a lucid on the second night. I have done more RC during daytime because I've wanted to have a lucid again. I haven't had any lucids in a very long time now.

I'm in Sturkö and do my reality check. It works perfectly but I'm only half lucid. I don't remember my dream goals but want to fly really much. I try to run and fly off but I only fall to the ground when I jump into the air. I suspect that it isn't going well because it was some weeks ago I had my latest lucid. I go to the water by the bridge and know that I will be able to fly if there is an obstacle under me that I "can't" go into (the water in this case). I jump out over the water and I am able to fly, but not very controlled. I look at the scenery and enjoy the view. I see the sun and the water in combination with the blue sky. It's like I can't get enough of it. I come across some ducks by a big stone in the water. I remember a dream when I fed some small birds and try to do the same thing here. I take out my right hand and suspect them to fly into it. Two of them try to but they are too big so only one fit. It's not as pleasant as I thought it would be. They are pretty agressive and are disrupting my calm mind.

Notes: This is what I love. Just calm flying, feeling completely free from all troubles and problems with a beautiful scenery.

Jamie

All i recall is her telling me she's planning to reach out to me. Hm... Trying not to get my hopes up for that. I mean isn't BPD devaluation FOREVER? Right.

Bus Lucid

I was downtown by a park or something. A bus pulled up in front of me. A girl I seemed to know came up to me from the bus, she wore a hoody. I wasn't interested in talking to her since she had a boyfriend who was driving the bus. I began to walk away but the back end of the bus swung toward me. I was suddenly inside the bus with no transition and became lucid. I figured the people on the bus for DCs so I picked the girl up and carried her to the back of the bus to have sex with her. She became docile like a blank DC. I began unzipping her pants when the driver said something to me. The girl had vanished but i didn't notice or care. I asked the driver if he knew Jamie and if he could take me to her. He said,"yes," I saw someone with long brown hair that reminded me of Jamie suddenly appear in the passenger seat next to him. The person turned around, it was a girl with brown hair but her face wasn't Jamie's and it didn't feel like it was her. But she smiled at me. i woke up then.

Engineer Bob

i fell asleep listening to The Dark Tower books again. I must have been hearing the story of Charlie The Choo Choo. Because i was walking around a train station with a guy called engineer Bob. i kept arguing that my name should be Engineer Bob, Because My name is Robert and I always wanted to take a cross country train Ride. Bob laughed and said he is the real one.

I lay on my back and keep still; only moving to stretch, roll, or swallow saliva if I feel discomfort. I am experimenting with how sleep paralysis happens to me. SP never happens but I got some hypnagogia and eventually a DILD later on when I noticed a gigantic hole in my bedroom wall that led to a part of the house that just didn't exist.

Created Saturday 31 October 2020

Got a DILD and a fragment today.

Scrap Group 1
At home. There was a blue and white shuttle bus outside.

Dream 1 - October 2020

Scene 1 - Another Brief Condo Flight Awareness
The visuals were slightly blurred. I was walking outside through a pathway within a condo complex during a cloudy day. As I enter a hallway, I get aware. I float around for a bit, but the dream begins collapsing. I wake up briefly. Re-entry.

Scene 2 - Magic Curtain Rod
The visuals were dimmer than before. I was upstairs at home during night time, vague lights visible from below. I retained awareness.

Took a moment to really keep presence in the dream. After that, I hurry downstairs. As I do, I think over a list of tasks. Only the magic wand tasks seemed tenable at the moment. And so, I go to the front window, and wrench the curtain rod from its attachment. Oddly, the curtains remain floating in place. Anyway, I observe the metal rod. This one was an older kind we'd replaced years ago, one that had a fake crystal at the end.

I gesture and mutter nonsense at the rod as part of an enchantment spell. Next, I point the wand at the door, expecting something amazing to shoot out. Instead, I only got a bit of smoke. I whipped it repeatedly, and eventually got a trite rainbow display you'd find in a cheap carnival toy. Unsatisfied, I continued further, until finally, sparks began flying out. They initially only trickled out, but eventually they fired and smoked out in a similar manner to the spark cone fireworks, if more subdued. Works for me. Task complete.

I kinda drew a blank of what to do next. I only roamed around, observing the place for notable differences. Things get hazy. Don't recall anything else until the dream ended a few minutes later.

Three nights, three opportunities to lucid dream, detailed as follows:

??? - September 27, 2020

The dream had a nightmarish tone from the very beginning. I don't remember much, as this landed on a rest day. I strain my eyes in hopes of finding some memory of the event. With effort, an image comes to mind. Oh right, I remember now. I was wandering in the woods at night, and then... I'm in my house... in the backyard. It's still dark outside. I see a group of animals, rodents, or maybe they're toys, making their way to the end of the wall. There's a close-up shot from above showing them, just lying there lifelessly in the grass. Now, I circle around a rock formation. Like a camera, I fix on the summit of a mountain as I round and round the place, as if in a helicopter. What's that on top, is it, a head? But it is nothing like any head I've ever seen. This one is more alien-shaped. Two processes protrude below it, and creep on the ground, like worms. I can't have one good shot at the thing because it keeps disappearing. My view circles around once more. All this seems very repetitive, and maybe it is my brain recognizing a pattern, similarities within the experience. The pattern turns to oddness, and weird turns to clarity:

I am dreaming.

The dream collapses. From within the blackness I enter REM atonia. Vibrations on my left side, full-body paralysis and the gut wrenching sight of the alien was the breaking point for me. It didn't matter that it was a dream. I wanted out, and I did.



The Man on the Lake - October 17, 2020

Many more dreams today. First, I saw a man standing in a large body of water, the height of which could barely touch his knees. The lake spanned for miles everywhere, and it didn't look to have an end. The moon reflected on the surface and the light mist covering the lake made everything so dream-like. The figure stared at the water, as if searching for something. He wore a dark robe, and for some reason or another, I though this person's name to be Adrian. I watched, and again, everything felt very repetitive, with the constant whirling around and searching. I figured it out shorty.

This is a dream.

Unfortunately, recognizing things meant giving permission for vibrations to do their thing. Tonight, they had focused entirely around my neck. The sensations were short but powerful, and in seconds I was overwhelmed by them. I woke up.



The Garden - October 29, 2020

I followed a woman downstairs to a basement. The space was accommodated to appear like a normal bedroom. There were beds and all provisions were made available so that one could live here. The woman led me then to a door above short steps that opened into a small entryway. Two doors lied on both sides, where a bathroom stood behind the one to the right. As we continued, the plain concrete walls from before made way for a stone finish. We stopped before two corridors that joined on both ends to form a rectangle. In the center, a beautiful garden spawned in the middle. And while looking around this garden, I knew. It was such a familiar feeling, a convincement that I was dreaming.

This time, surprisingly, there were no more vibrations, no more unpleasantness to follow the process of getting lucid. A big part of this had to do, perhaps, with my undivided attention to the scene at hand, on the plants, the flowers, the amount of detail contained within this garden. I understood that if I had so much as squinted away for a moment, that vibrations would return, but I persevered, and maintained my eye fixed on the world that lied in front of me. I walked along the corridor. There, in the sky, I noticed a small shimmer of light peering its way from above, bathing the greenery with color. There was a gate up ahead, but by the time I had crossed it lucidity had left me, and I became oblivious of when I had fallen back to a more dream-like version of myself.

The dream continues non-lucidly.