lucid

I dreamed I was at a pizza place... sort of. There were children who spoke Old English learning modern English with some sort of weird alphabet system, and machines that made snowballs, and everybody was having snowball fights. Then I went into the school, which became a pizza place. Then I was at a coffee/tea shop that only served tea that was friendly to your kidneys and had a lot of info on kidney health and which teas were good or bad for you. I had a string hanging from my mouth that was attached to my gums somehow, or part of them. I wanted to pull it off but was afraid I'd hurt myself and it would hurt.

The pizza/tea place had tables with umbrellas, even if it was inside, so I stole one and dragged it outside. I was in kind of a strip mall place. I went out to the bus stop but it was pouring, so I dragged my table/umbrella with me. The bus was already passing as I was getting to the stop, so I waved my arms and yelled so the bus driver would see me.

As I stepped onto the bus, I became lucid.

I didn't do much in this lucid except practice maintaining lucidity. I sat down and looked around and reminded myself to remain aware. The dream was going in and out of focus - sometimes it would be clear, sometimes it would be blurry with little detail. I practiced bringing the DCs around me into focus and was able to give some of them faces. There was a youngish asian kid and a grandmother with a young boy. I practiced changing my own clothes (I changed into a red polka dotted bikini). I tried to summon Robert Downey, Jr. but was unable. Mostly, I just rode the bus around and worked on staying aware. When I felt things fading, I would periodically remind myself to stay aware. I think this whole thing lasted 15-20 minutes of me just riding the bus around. I made it day and watched light shine through the windows and cast shapes on the floor... then I made it night again, then I made it rain.

I woke up in a puddle of drool. I guess I was concentrating a bit too hard... haha

#175 - 4:41AM - DILD/DEILD?

I found myself practicing dream control by focusing and relaxing my awareness. It seems like I was at work and shrink heat shrink tubing with my mind. Finally, I focus awareness so totally that I realize I am actually lying in bed.

I say something to myself like, "Now that I got my awareness I'll just focus on my body untill..." My body suddenly fold in half and part of it feels like it is shooting straight up in the air. I feel happy now that it's go time and I transition. I have the strange eye thing at first and the bedroom is dark. When I step out I can see the rest of the house is brightly lit.

I wonder into the kitchen and stop myself. I started thinking about tasks. For some reason I thought about how I already did the one where you tell a DC they aren't real. I was really happy how long I've been lucid and glad I got to pull off another one. (Did I forget the previous dream or was this a false memory?) I decide that I want to summon CanisLucidus but I don't about think why. I try his reaching a hand out trick but it doesn't work for me. I feel really stupid standing in the kitchen reaching my hand behind me. I realize I'm sort of half squatting making a strained face. Well I wouldn't show up either. I decide I was trying too hard and use expectation instead.

I suddenly have an odd feeling like someone is with me or I am being watched. As I walk into the living room I tell myself he is on the couch and try to really believe it. When I get there I see a long white couch that we don't have and someone stretched out on it. They are covered head to toe in some off white electric blanket. I pull the blanket down and peer at the face of the person sleeping on my couch. I am disappointed when I see it is a woman. She looks a bit like the woman that showed up the last time I tried to summon CL but her face seems blurry. I said, "Can you transform into CL?" She makes some face that seems to convey, "I'm trying to sleep. Go away." Then she rolls over and puts her face to the floor. All the while I am visualizing CL and her hair changes to what I would think CL's is from the back. I abruptly wake up with no void or no easy DEILDing.

I have some mild wakefulness but luckily I've learned to get over this quickly. I forget to try another induction technique and have a couple vivid long NLDs with a lucid fragment

Just a quick summary:

In one I was sneaking around some building with my wife. I had parked the car someplace near and we took off on bicycles. We met some other ppl on bikes and was going to ride together. Then it starts to rain and I wonder how I am going to get back to the car without getting caught.

The second one I am watering the garden when I notice there are now 4 dogs in my back yard. I spray water at the two newcomers but begin to feel bad about that. They seems lost and I decide to find the owners. I pick one up and it is fat and cute but also looks a lot like some dog/pig hybrid. I marvel at this for a moment. Then I get it and yell at someone to come look at this before it's over (the dream). Again I abruptly wake up.

all DILD
1) started out at lawton, walked around to ease anxiety about being a 20 y/o at an elementary school. escaped something a window of an empty classroom and ended up on a street i recognized as "Wall Street" with a "historic" building in the center of the block. i went in since in was the direction back toward the school, where i wanted to return.

whatever the building had been previously the rooms had been turned into offices. however, the offices had an undeniable residential quality. the decor was old but clean and deliberate, as if halted in time decades ago. the rooms were themed and each had a name like old manor homes. the names could be found on wall plaques if i cared to find them. i took one tour around the first floor. the rooms ran into each other without hallways. i spontaneously became lucid when i got back to the foyer. i became excited about finding myself in an environment actually interesting, but also became afraid that the building would evolve into something else before i could satisfactorily explore it. this anxiety was present the duration of the dream, and caused me to take measures against it whenever i felt on the brink of instability, i.e., whenever i wasn't in motion. see carpet, must feel carpet. see silver spoon, must pick it up; when examining it, keep it turning. see nesting doll, not interested enough, then move on, and hurry. for this reason i made few general observations. it's not lack of recall; i never processed them in the first place. (should note that broad observation/exploration is the very thing i was excited about doing in this environment, and this is probably why i was incapable of it.)

potential instability refers not only to the dream but to my emotions' effect on my imagination. the building supposedly in disuse or at least empty seemed as i said to have been regularly maintained. i wondered whom i was disturbing. soon character appeared to come out of an adjacent room. the first was a hollow man, as if CGI but incompletely rendered. he refracted purple and had no face, just facets. i seduced him before my imagination could turn him into something sinister. vaginal penetration was unsatisfactory, so i switched to anal which was great but unlike reality. i stayed on top for both. i didn't see orgasm happening, so i got up and left. i think i lost almost all lucidity soon after this, but who knows, it's been almost two weeks.

the other three characters i encountered (unless there was a fifth, which would've been a bear and with whom i wouldn't have interacted at all anyway) i don't remember the order. one was a suited gentleman whom i suspected was a vampire. he could've been called Vlad, to give you an idea of what he looked like, but probably wasn't since that'd be lame. we talked briefly, him asking polite questions and me defending myself being there. the other two characters was a former coworker P and her roommate. i encountered P first. she was excited to find me there. she asked if i wanted to see her room and i asked about the decor. she said with regret that it was [something lame] and indeed it was dorm room retro. the room was a tiny sleeping quarter with a 2x2 entry space, a platform that ran around that on which her roommate slept along the wall with the window, which let white sunlight in at the time, and an even higher platform recessed into the wall where P slept. we were going to have sex, a matter of course at this point, and i was already straddling her when i decided i just wasn't into it/females. as i exited i saw her annoyed roommate glance at me under her duvet; this probably happened a lot. i don't remember how the dream ended.

2) i was in a little cottage that was nominally the second home Josiah and i had rented, June 2011, Liz's place, but more resembled the layout of the house my family rented when we lived in the Philippines... or maybe not. like Liz's however, it was a unique, quaint space with questionable security, plenty of potential, barely-livable disrepair. you entered through the living room, which had a floor of hard white linoleum. facing in from the door the living room extended further to your left, there may have been a fireplace we hadn't bothered to use since it seemed not to have been used for a long long time. to your right the dining area began, the wall extending further out, a single window. the dining area was separated from the kitchen by one of those overhead cabinet + counter combos. the counter wrapped around the kitchen to form a U. there was a wall on the other side, which opened up to both a larger dining room (like the house in the philippines) and a hallway down which there were bedrooms and a bathroom. i went down that hall.

tbc

I'm only going to write from the point of lucidity on. I don't really remember before that too well.

I look down at my hands and oh look, I have six fingers. What I want to know is how and why that seems to work every time. It just seems weird. Anyways, I become fixated on my hands. It would seem like my mind just does not want to achieve my main goals. As I am trying to get my sixth finger to feel sensation as this can sometimes lead to adding bigger and better limbs. I look up for a split second and when I look back down my hands are covered in those was-off pokemon tattoos. Maybe those darn sisters of mine snuck in when I wasn't looking. And some of my fingers are stuck together. This actually probably comes from a conversation my mom was having with my sister. Anyways I thought the fingers were cool but after awhile I decided that I would just tear the skin and separate them.No problem there. Then I decided I would take it a step further. This time I decided to remove an entire finger. First I have to break the bone, apparently my master separator does not go through bone. Luckily the bone broke cleanly and I tore off the skin. Turns out my hands don't have blood, but more like the guts from the little aliens in MIB. I woke up immediately afterwards.
Apparently my brain thought I was taking a nap. Stupid brain. Oh well, I'll take what I can get.

first i shall set the scene: I was walking down a curvy road, trees stood tall on either side and the air was full of mystery, small specs of blue light muffled my vision, a mist like glow, surrounded me and the trees, I continued walking trying not to get to excited i could make out my shadow on the floor, and the fine glowing mist began to sparkle more vividly and the dream state became clearer and clearer......

i came to a curve in the road where and arch way of trees stood, and at the end of this arch was dark figure, i continued walking until this figure became luminated by the missed, the girl of my dreams (literally.) a beautiful face a beautiful smile and a petite body structure, everything about her was perfect, i can still remember her face, it was cross combination of two people i know, my subconscious had created something beautiful for me.......

upon getting closer this girl whos name remains a mystery said with cheer in her voice that she had been waiting for me, i can only remember smalls snippets of conversation through out the dream as recall faded through out the day and i was unable to write it down in the morning, we had this long beautiful hug and fell in love, holding hands we walked through this arch way of trees to the end of which was a cabin with a balcony which we walked past, she took me to this spot with an astonishing view of two mountains surrounded by pine trees as far as the eye could see,where the luminescent glow began to take form, wolves, bears, dragons , we lay down together and she explained to me how it was my power animals which i was unconscious of at the time, upon realization the animals ran towards me and blasted into the sky and formed as the aura borealis and ran through the starry night sky as me and this mysterious girl lay there in awe, where we had another discussion and she showed me her dark side and then her light and said to find a balance between mine........... the dream went on like this for what gladly seemed like hours, i have to say i have had allot of cool dreams but this is one i will always remember and treasure in my heart, i woke up smiling to a beautiful sunny day with birds singing and wow i had a good day that day.

Thursday 5/2/13

last night bed 12am - 7:30am

DR: Lots of dreams in the morning. Didn't get up to write them down, just replayed with words. All I remember is that there was an Earth Invasion with some bots. (Watched the Iron man yesterday, scene where huge robots are shooting at crowds)

Nap 8am - 10:15am
So happy, because 15 min after I woke up, cleaners came to neighbors apartment to clean the carpet.

WILD+2 DEILDs

As soon as I felt it, I pushed my head back and got some intense falling sensation that ended in LD. I did this twice. One entry - as I'm laying, I think about looking at my hands, so I raise my dream hands and they are so cool. Black swirling, shiny fog. Then I decide I can get up now.

I pet one of my cats, it was MM. I could tell from the way she looked - just like in WL, and her coat felt exactly the same. I was gonna take it easy and stabilize by looking at the wall in my brothers bedroom. As I'm zooming in on details, I start floating backwards to the window, but I stop it, because want to look at the wall some more.

They were short, just 20 sec each.

This WILD was amazing. Very vivid and realistic, rich content, successful summoning, and a Task of the Month success (plus a failure.) Forgive the length of this entry, but the dream was 25-30 minutes, and a lot happened! (Edit: After further review... best LD ever.)

Color legend: Non-dream Dream Lucid

Lucid #90: The Night of the Weredog

I experience a sharp transition that feels like a short fall face-first onto a paved surface. My arms are splayed out over my head and I can't move. I can see just a bit and it looks like I'm on a basketball court at night, but I'm afraid to open my eyes more to look around.

I'm totally paralyzed. I'm conscious and aware but for some reason can't move, and I think I'm experiencing something similar to REM atonia. I know it's all in my head, though, so I start peeling my dream-arms out of this fake physical body by rotating them forward into the ground using thought rather than my muscles. It takes a little effort, but eventually I feel this set of "dream-arms" separate out and move independently. Soon the rest of my dream-body follows and I'm able to exit completely and get to my feet.

It is a basketball court -- four of them in fact, all arranged together in one giant rectangle. I'm alone on this court but teenagers are playing small, informal games on the other courts. The courts are surrounded by concrete stands and a metal railing. For fun, I stunt-jump off of the metal railing and land back on the court, then see Wife approaching out of the darkness. She's dressed for bed and looks groggy. "You're still up?" she says. "Shouldn't you get to bed?"

"Shhh, it's okay," I say. "Go back to sleep. I'm having one of my dreams." She nods, yawns, and wanders off into the darkness. False awakening averted.

I roam around the basketball court for a while before regaining focus on my goals for the dream -- summon NewArtemis and have her do the werewolf tranformation for Advanced Task of the Month. I put my right hand out for the handshake summon and look away, pointing my gaze over my left shoulder. I don't feel anything at first, but I'm relaxed about it. I know it'll work if I just give it time. I imagine the sensation of a hand pressing into my palm, and then slowly, vaguely it takes shape. After a few moments, I give the "hand" a squeeze and it squeezes back.

Without looking, I check for a forearm, probing all the way up to the elbow. "[NewArtemis], is that you?"

"Hey! Yeah I'm here!" Cool, I think, but I want to be sure the summon's really solid before I look. I check the DC's arm -- quite thin, but it's there. I reach her shoulder and I'm a little worried when it just feels like bare skin.

"So before I look... uh, what's the story with your clothing situation?"

"It's fine, I'm dressed!" she says. "Come on, quit worrying so much!"

Slowly, I turn to look. I'm shocked to see that I'm shaking hands with a short, middle-aged woman in a blue business suit. There's about a half second of sudden blackness and then a hard scene transition -- now I'm shaking hands with NewArtemis (no longer the businesswoman and back to her usual DC appearance) on some beachside boardwalk at night. Success! "Told you!" she crows. "Let's go!" She sprints past a burly, mustachioed man eating an ice cream cone, heading toward the sand. I follow, flying to keep up.

As she reaches the beach sand, she notices that I'm flying. She looks annoyed. "You know, I can't seem to get my flying to work right now." I notice that I'm unable to fly more than a few feet off of the ground. I try a Hulk jump and can only manage a measly 20 feet or so. Seeing this, she tries a Hulk jump of her own and manages about 50 feet. "Ha!"

There are some dunes along the shore and we practice competitively Hulk jumping up and down the dunes as we continue along the water. After doing this for a bit, we come to a long line of black-robed cultists standing at the top of a dune in a long series of rows, torches in hand. They're droning and chanting, obviously in the middle of performing some dark ritual. There are probably 50 of them in total and I think that this looks like a perfect place to go for the "mythical creature" Task of the Month. "[NewArtemis]! Do your werewolf transformation! These guys are just begging to get eaten by a werewolf."



She looks doubtful. "I'm not so sure," she says. "Isn't this just a bunch of college kids doing a fraternity initiation?"

Just as she says this, one of the "evil acolytes" flips his hood back. He's a friendly-looking blonde guy with a goofy smile. "Hey guys! Sorry if we freaked you out! We're just a bunch of college kids doing a fraternity initiation!" (He uses her precise wording.)

I sigh. We continue for a little while longer, coming to a well-lit swimming pool. "Maybe we should go ahead now and do your werewolf transformation while we're thinking about it," I suggest, and the moment I say this, she changes fast into a big, black dog, bounds ahead of me, and leaps joyfully into the pool! She splashes playfully in the pool for a while, panting and grinning.



But as she kicks up more water, the playful splashing turns into thrashing and now the black dog has turned into my 3-year-old son and he's sinking fast. I'm still aware that it's a dream so even though I badly want to pull him out of the water, I don't feel as freaked out as I would in waking life. I dive into the pool and even underwater I can hear my son calling to me. I can see and breathe without any trouble and I swim to the bottom of the pool, scoop him up, then fly back out of the water, landing poolside to tend to him. He seems unharmed and the moment I set him down, he runs off into a nearby grotto.

I follow my son into the grotto, a low-ceilinged cave with a shallow pool of water, partially bricked walls, and some form of dim light that reflects off the water and plays across the cave ceiling. I find that my son E has changed back into NewArtemis in human form. "Sorry about the pool thing, man," Art says, rolling her eyes. "Hey, do Task of the Month on these DCs!" She gestures at a family of tourists that are exploring the grotto. (The task is to tell a DC they're not real and see their reaction.)

I'm impressed that she reminded me of this. "Good idea! Hey kid," I say, addressing a boy of about 11, "you're not real."

"Nuh-uhh..." the kid counters, looking cross and uncomfortable. Okay, that should be good for a Basic completion, but I'm looking for more.

Now I address a bearded man in his mid-60s, who I assume is the boy's grandfather. "You're not real. This is all happening inside my dream."

"Nonsense," the grandfather says, "you're not real. I'll prove it." He flicks me on the left arm, looking proud of himself. I counterargue by levitating him a couple of feet off of the ground and setting him back down. He blubbers for a moment, then looks off at one of the cave walls, mentally processing this existential crisis. I feel a little bad for him.

"[NewArtemis], you should do this too, get those Basic wings," I say, only partly joking. She doesn't respond, and when I look over, she's changed into a man in his late 20s, short-haired, prematurely balding, and slumped against the wall in fatigue. He mumbles something about how long the dream has been and how tired it's made him. I throw the guy over my shoulder and carry him out of the grotto. When I set him down outside, he's turned back into a tired-looking NewArtemis. "Are you okay?" I ask. She says that she is, but everything has started to feel wobbly and unstable.

Suddenly, the whole scene rocks and something pitches us forward. We both yelp and I fall flat on my face, my hands flailing out in front of me. I'm semi-paralyzed and the scene has gone dark, but I've managed to grab onto NewArtemis' left ankle where it feels like she's wearing some kind of thick winter sock. There's a loud rumbling in the background that sounds like an earthquake. "I can still move!" yells NewArtemis over the noise and she drags me slowly forward across some kind of rough gravel. My face is smashed down into the gravel so I can't respond. She keeps hauling us forward for about 15 more seconds before the scene collapses into...

...a false awakening in some unknown house. Mom is here and I excitedly start telling her about the incredible LD that I just had, going over as many details as I can recall. She tells me to keep my voice down -- my son R is sleeping in the next room over. I apologize, continuing the recollection in a softer tone of voice. After a while, this scene fades, too, and I'm awake.

Dream recall from today's naps.

Dream 1(fragments):

I was in some kind of old bunker, i was with team and we were chasing some dude. He was activating traps on our way, but we were still following him. There was some talk about bunker's self destruction sequence.
Later on i was at home, and i was trying to play something on a... cassette player. I got it working and there was some music, but then i accidentally switched it to self destruction sequence track( ). I was trying to stop it, almost broke it, and managed to stop it in the end.

Dream 2(fragment):

I was at home and there was stuff happening, then i was watching some movie or series about a dog. Later i was chatting on the dreamviews chat and after that i decided to do a WILD nap, but was not sleepy enough so ended up lying for a while. I got up and for some reason i so wanted to get back into chat that i forgot to take off headphones. I got into chat, but i could not type anything properly, like if i was really drunk or something, and then my messages started appearing from two usernames at same time, one being just "R", other can't recall fully but it started with W. Also chat was using bright red font on black background. I am like 'Wait a second' and i take off headphones, i can still hear binaural beats so i am dreaming. I start walking towards the balcony but dream suddenly destabilizes, i rub hands but it does not works well. I can move but view zooms around instead of myself moving most of time, and when zoomed in it looks like jpeg file zoomed in. I manage to get to the wall and i decide to punch through it. My fist goes in slow motion, but once it hits, wall cracks in half. Then i feel like somebody tries to wake me up and hear dad's voice.
I woke up and dad apparently indeed woke me up for some reason, i shouted that didn't i said before to not distract me at those times. There's a second of silence and then bam, instantly, without much fading, i wake up properly.

01.05.2013

Existentialism & Red Asian Temple Rooftop (WILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Spoiler for Side notes:

I realized that if I want to have a lucid dream successfully when doing self-hypnosis, it's best that I aim for relaxation commands rather than sleeping commands, because I fall asleep too quickly. Doing the relaxing stuff gets me in the right mindset of awareness and not concentrating on my body.

The imagination is crazy, sometimes I can already map out certain things if I'm really into it. Anyway, on to the dream. Not a lot of dream recall since I had some trouble with what I was talking about with someone.

The setting is night time, and it's really beautiful outside, the stars are visible, and I quickly realized this is an Asian-Temple themed environment. The night sky is very expansive, and has a very dark turquoise color with sparkling white and yellow stars.

The weather is perfect, it's not too cold, and it's not humid at all. It's like the air is perfectly wrapping around my dream body, keeping it in perfect condition, and I realize I'm wearing a white dress shirt and black dress pants.

I'm standing on top of a Red Asian Temple Rooftop, similar to the image below, except just replace the obvious with what I'm describing.

The rooftop is very large, spanning at least 50-60 feet for its curved composition length (if you're looking at just it side-view. It's width however, is even more than that, maybe 100-300 feet wide, and there isn't much of detail on it because I don't really emphasize my focus on it.

I could blame the night for not really bringing out the details as much, since the temple rooftop itself looked like it consisted of red clay or red cement material.

It could just be dream logic not really having consistent proportions for the building, especially when I would become passive and go into spectator mode and see the temple a bit smaller than usual, but that's probably because things are really zoomed out.

The surrounding environment, it was like a mini-village, and another highlight in this area was the very long river going parallel to the Red Asian Temple.

The moonlight shines on the river, glistening it to show its dark blue/ dark turquoise hue, and the water itself looked enticing in itself. It felt that if I were to enter it, I would be cleansed or purified or something related to feeling renewed.

I gaze at the long river for a bit, and then I shift my focus back to the person that's sitting about 4 feet away from me to my right.

We're on the left side of the temple rooftop (just imagine looking at the temple roof top in side view), and it was Eva. She's wearing some kind of gray or milky swamp-ish greenkimono blouse with a matching short skirt that only extended to her mid-thighs.

The blouse itself makes a large V-neck shape that just barely shows cleavage, and the base of the blouse for her stomach region is wrapped with something slightly thicker, most likely to keep the skirt and the blouse in place.

This base was maybe 4-5 inches in length and her blonde hair is glowing a bit to the point where it looks like it's a slightly bleached blonde hair.

The hairstyle is similar to the image below, probably exactly like it, except brighter.

Her skin, it's glowing (not literally), like the type of glow you would see in a woman when she just had a shower and had lotion applied to her. Her thighs seemed to be eye-candy for me, since most of her visage wasn't as detailed, mostly just the outlines and maybe grooves to imply there's an eye brow, nose, and mouth.

She's just looking at the environment, and I started to wonder if this was just a temporary doll-like body of her, but she quickly came to life when I started to have a conversation with her. It seemed she was phased out like I was and was gazing at this beautiful environment at night time.

I can't remember if I stood up or sat down, but either way, I decided to keep my distance from her for a bit, and started talking about reality and dreaming.


I can't remember the specific details, maybe a paraphrased recall will be enough.

"Isn't the night sky beautiful?"

She doesn't respond, but I know she was listening to me. She most likely knew I would just go into a monologue about random things, and how I felt about certain aspects of reality and dreaming life, so that's there wasn't much for her to add on.

I greeted her and asked her how she was doing, and I get the usual generic response,

"I'm doing fine, how about you?"

I turn back to looking at the environment in front of us again, then I started to shift my perspective to third-person for a bit and looked at myself side-view.

I felt very calm, and I think I went through a stream of consciousness and began talking about how sometimes I wonder if I'm in the waking state or dreaming state anymore.

I shake my head quickly, realizing how foolish that statement was, and stated how I already knew the huge difference compared to waking life.

I just wasn't stressed out, there wasn't any kind of doubt, there was no need to worry about anything. I could be myself, and she would be the one where my subconscious would sublimate and exchange thoughts with the unconscious and all that stuff.

I noticed she moved a bit slightly, she leans her left arm onto the surface of the temple rooftop, letting her elbow hit the surface. She brings her right arm over so she can clasp her right hand with her left, so that her arms formed a geometric shape like an imperfect square or rectangle.

She still maintains steady focus on the environment, and was probably looking at me when I wasn't looking at her. I was about 1-3 feet in front of her, and I kept shifting my perspective from third-person and spectator mode.

I talked about how certain people in my life that I would place so much significance don't have much of an emotional impact as before. It was only when I started to care about them is when I would go back into being part of their lives in some way.

I started telling Eva that the people I interact with, how I place certain emotions towards them were all delusions in some way.

I started getting into Existentialism more and more, but I tried to keep myself from going too much, and just kept the thought process limited to a few people in my life.

I knew there was no point trying to express extreme disappointment when I could just talk about things casually. I continued stating how I'm only making certain people satisfied by letting them see what they want to see.

Yeah, I don't even know what the hell is going on as I'm typing this, I was just speaking for the sake of speaking the dream. Just wanted a steady communication with her.

And damn it, my laptop shut down just when I was finished typing this dream down.

Having hatred or dislike for them seemed pretty pointless, and how they decided to react to people and the situations that come to them would just be their own worries and not mine. I would just have to tolerate how they reacted to me until they wouldn't become as much of a bother anymore.

Then I tried to break the seriousness by joking around with her by asking if she would try to run away from me again.

I even had a mental image of her doing that, or at least both of us running together on top of the huge temple rooftop, but the idea goes away because I felt it was just too silly. This only made things more awkward, and I started to wonder why I used that in jest. But it seems Eva doesn't really mind, just listening to whatever it is I wanted to say.

I decided to break the awkwardness by sitting next to her and braced against the rooftop surface. I spread my arms open and clasped my hands together so I could rest my head on them.

I looked at the sky, and decided to spend a few minutes just relaxing and staying in this position with her next to me. I go back to feeling the weather in this dream, the environment and such, and I eventually decided I should get closer to her.

I turn to my right and hugged her and braced my head against her chest. I told her she smelled nice, and I could feel the slight sweat from her body that trickled down from her neck to her cleavage.

I liked rubbing my face against this area, even though it was kind of creepy rubbing into someone's sweaty chest. It felt cold, but very nice as it extinguishes my heated body.

Then I embraced her by hugging her tighter, and then ignored the environment as I closed my eyes and embraced her warmth.

There wasn't much else to do in this dream, other than possibly go and see if there were people in this large village. But I didn't really care anymore, and I decided to wake up.

Bus crash:Non-Lucid
This dream scene is the first that I recall. I was on a school bus with many children that seemed familiar to me. I wasn't lucid at the time and I noticed my ex sitting in a seat across from me. We talked for a little bit and things seemed very light hearted and different. After talking to her, I don't remember why but I realized my attention was focused mainly through the front window of the bus and when I turned around, the whole back half of the bus was gone and I could only see the road and the cars behind us. It was completely severed off like the airplane in Lost that broke in half in mid-air. Next thing I recall, I was with a group of people (I presume the ones that were sitting in the front half of the bus with me) and the bus had stopped and we were standing around a street in the city, with a highway infront of us looking for the second half. There was this curved cement pillar (the ones that hold up the highways) that was infront of us, and all of a sudden the back half of the bus came into view and was out of control and ended up falling off. The tone of the dream turned very real and I felt this very powerful disturbing feeling as I looked to the bus and there were children covered in blood. Every single one of them were dead and there were puddles of blood everywhere.
Garden of Flowers: Lucid
I started walking off from the scene (which I find to be a common theme in my dreams) and I found myself in a garden of flowers, still in the city. I do not remember exactly when I became lucid but suddenly I realized I was dreaming. The first thing that caught my eye was a tall bunch of white flowers on the side of the garden and I started interpreting it as I would if I were reading a literature story (In waking life, currently reading Fahrenheit 415, in which a character Clarrise is usually associated with the color white) and I looked back at the bus scene and thought of the white flowers signifying hope or purification from the past. I then again realized that I was in my dream, interpreting my dream, in a world created by my own mind and as I thought more and more about this I starting feeling more and more amazed. The garden was like a pathway made with walls of flowers of all kinds and colors, and I observed intensely at the details and thought of how I always waited for the moment to be lucid in my dream again and there I was in that moment experiencing it. I spent quite a bit of time in the garden just observing details and exercising my full control of my awareness. Even though I've lucid dreamed many times before, it still never ceases to amaze me. xD

#174 - 4:10AM - DEILD

I fully intended to have some WBTB coffee this morning but I was too tired to get up. I had a micro awakening later and thought I was going for WILD but it was probably more of a DEILD. Same thing I suppose. I was actually scolding myself for being to lazy to DJ when I noticed how relaxed my body was.

I start focusing on just pure awareness like Saegous teaches and soon notice my body feels like it is in an awkward position. I thought I was on my back and my left arm and leg was all cramped up and hanging in the air, but I knew in reality I was lying on my left side. I meditate on this for a few seconds waiting for it to change. I told myself that I didnt care if I waited all the rest of the morning, I would not give up. It was not a long wait until I notice vibrations . I decide to go ahead and make the transition out of my body.

I was a little wobbly and with blurred vision at first but after a moment I find myself standing in the brightly lit kitchen of the old Luling house. There is fear associated with this house and I feel it like an evil presence hovering behind me. I do my best to push this thought away but I know I wont feel at ease until I get outside.There are dishes that need done and several other things out on the counter. The dream wasn't feeling all that stable so I pick up the first thing I see. A ketchup bottle. I start rubbing my hands on it like it's a magic lamp until I feel more stable. The kitchen gets dark once but I will the light back on.

I start to go into the living room but it is too dark and I hesitate. I realize that I have really have a dream phobia of the dark and getting this issue under control is a big goal this month so I said, "Fuck it."

I step into the total darkness and soon begin to make out shapes and some dim faint light. I look straight up and find the ceiling fan. I reach up and grab the chain right away and pull. The light comes on perfectly. I looked around and saw the living room. It looks pretty much the same but the furniture is a little different. I see an infant laying on the back of the couch asleep. I hover over it to see if it is my son but I do not recognize him/her so I go outside.

As I open the front door I notice that it is dimly lit like dawn or twilight. It's light outside! Lacking any real goal now, I decide I want to try producing fire from my hands again. I hold one finger up expecting to see a flame. I can hear something like the roar of a large fire but only see a clear energy like heat vapor from and invisible heat source. I try all five fingers on my right hand but all to the same effect. Then I switch to producing thick black smoke but the dream suddenly collapses and I wake up.

I later have the most vivid non lucid sex dream with my wife. I could decribe it as if it happened in waking life. Unfortunatly the alarm went off a little too soon.

Between snoozes I had another dream of getting pulled over. I was speeding because I was late for work and the cop was taking forever to come to my window.

Self-hypnosis works again, and these were dreams a few days ago.

29.04.2013

My Neighbor Has No Manners (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm inside of my apartment, and the dream scene is so realistic that I assume that it was reality. I didn't want to question anything, I just knew I had to be dreaming either way. It was fairly obvious, the setting was different, it was bright as day outside, and it was a little windy as well.

I'm only wearing my tighty whities just like in waking life now, and I feel perfectly normal. The dream is fairly linear, and I proceed to get out of my bedroom and starting to walk through the small hall in my dream apartment. It was about the same width as the actual one, I noticed some furniture and such were oddly placed, but I didn't care too much about them.

What bothered me is that I noticed something weird about the window in front of me. I noticed that there was someone outside, and they're bracing against the wall near my apartment outside as well. I come a bit closer to to see who it was, and it was this odd-looking fellow. I raise up the red curtains, which were definitely not related to the blue curtains I have in my actual apartment, and I noticed that the window is opened.

To my surprise, as I'm slowly raising up the curtain, the odd-looking neighbor said, "Thanks." I realized he was reading a book, and I saw he glanced up at me quickly and immediately turned his head to go back to reading. I didn't know how to recieve this kind of response, since it was obvious that no one should be bracing against the interior of my apartment, and because of this conflict of reasoning on what to do next, I decided to continue to trying to get the curtains up in a position.

For some reason, I believe my conflicted reasoning also wanted me to move the curtains so the neighbor could brace properly outside and be able to rest his left arm on the opened window. The window was a bit longer than usual, and in order to open it, there was the generic lock that you had to twist outward into your direction to open up, and I believe this isn't the case for my actual apartment.

The thought on whether or not he potentially stole items in my apartment didn't come to me whatsoever, since he had a calm and relaxing demeanor throughout most of this dream. I have an awkward time moving the curtains and trying not to get them to touch my presumed neighbor again. I would lift them in the general direction from down and straight up, then I would go from down to diagonally placing it to the left and other angles as well.

I realized I needed some kind of pin or object in order to keep the curtain in place. The neighbor had to move his arm frequently each time I put the curtain down, and I still didn't know what I was going to say to him, since he has yet to make any kind of concerning behavior and/or action. I quickly look around this limited area in my apartment, and I noticed there's a pink-clip that was somehow a pin as well.

I don't know how the logic with that worked, but I picked up, and I slowly inserted it inside a part of the curtain. I didn't question that a clip suddenly served as a pin, and I finally managed to get a huge chunk of the part of the curtain that I folded up so it would make a curve like this " J ".

Then I realized I needed an actual pin to keep things in place, however, with dream logic, that wasn't needed since the vanilla colored walls and the weird looking object I used as a clamp suddenly was able to stick together. After this fiasco, I start shifting my thoughts back to this neighbor randomly bracing against the inside of my apartment.

His visage looks awfully familiar to one of my actual neighbors, except he doesn't have as long of a hair than him. It's more of a bow-shaped head with out of wack curls on the ends. He's wearing glasses, thin framed, and his face is partially filled with acne, and he has the "Pedro" stereotypical mustache on him as well.

It seems he was half-naked with just dark brown jean shorts, and he immediately enters my apartment. While I'm busy preparing for a "Wtf do you think you're doing" on this guy, suddenly my kitchen is closer to the both of us. He turns his back on me, and goes opens the fridge to see what's inside. I noticed that there were mostly transparent bowls with food inside with red tops concealing them as well.

The light inside of the fridge was the generic yellow bulb light, and then I immediately close it, slowly warning this guy that he's not suppose to be in this apartment. Then he takes a spit on the floor, and I'm wondering what the fucking hell is wrong with this dipshit, and that's when I started to break.

"GET OUT OF MY HOUSE NOW!"

He looks at me weirdly, slightly affected with a tinge of fear, and decides to do one more random action of trying to get something on top of the fridge or whatever the hell it was, couldn't remember to great detail. He wanted to take the dime that was placed on top, and I grabbed his wrist and gave him a "NO" facial expression. I take the dime away from him, and I directed him to get out through the window, and I believe I stated,

"AND STAY OUT YOU JERK!"

or something to that nature without trying to use curse words. He apparently lived to the right of me, which was kind of awkward, since now I know he's bloody one door to the right of me, and it only makes me worried what he would do next time. I started to question how he got the window to be opened in the first place, since I don't even open my window in my actual apartment in real life simply because it's awkward to have it opened and let people see what I'm doing.

After that petty drama was over, I decided to clean up the area where he spat. I get some paper towels, and I maneuver them in a circular motion and then threw it into the trash can that didn't have a lid on it. It seems that I had the intention to move my stuff in a U-Haul truck, seeing as I had some small furniture and bags I felt that were mine outside of my apartment. I made sure that I kept a good awareness of my environments, and also an eye in case that neighbor wants to randomly come into my apartment again.

I didn't pay attention anything beyond the U-Haul truck in my apartment, but with peripheral vision, I could tell my subconscious did a fair job to make it seem like it was a replication of waking life's setting. I had some random brown bag that seems to resemble the one that a Pan-Asia Restaurant I go to from time to time uses for To-Go orders.

I noticed this was like a mini-trash bag, seeing how there were paper plates that had random residues of food, and there was also a concerning amount of wasted rice in this bag as well. After realizing it was just another way to trash some things, I noticed something very shiny inside, and it ended up being my Zune HD. At first, I didn't want to believe I would trash it, but then I turn back again and picked it up and it seems I really did.

I had to wipe off the food sauce and residue from it, and then I slowly walked back to my apartment while examining the Zune HD to make sure that it was working. I ended up not paying attention to it and just put it somewhere in invisible land, because I sure don't remember not having it anywhere near my tighty whities. For the rest of the dream, I continued to beleive that this was slightly realistic, the whole event with the neighbor and such, and I felt that I had to post this on Dream Views because that guy was in a really odd position.

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29.04.2013

I Killed One Million People (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

This is one of those dreams where you shouldn't have been lucid in any moment whatsoever. It was so awkward, it's like I was suddenly a mass murder terrorist, and I can't believe how I had this tinge of fear rather than a full-blown anxiety trip. It was also one of those dreams where if I didn't know I was dreaming, I would be really stupid.


So I'm hiding inside some random room in a building, and I have a device that allows me to hear the conversations of soldiers trying to find me.

"He's in in the....*so and so and so*"

I only have a silver gun on my right hand I believe, and I'm really wondering what's going on here.

"He's killed a million lives..." or something like that.

I started getting scared on what I could possibly do that could kill that many people, and I started to feel that this was a reality, and that I really fucked up this time. I rub my head a bit and....


I decided to open the door slightly to see if there's any soldiers around. I go about running randomly, always keeping an increased awareness of my surroundings, and twitching at any sign of movement or any kind of shadows that would show up. The environment I'm in is hard to describe what kind of building it was.

The carpet was red, and there ways a vanilla tile floor maybe 30 feet away from me, and the overall lighting atmosphere was a milky yellow. The walls were hard to distinguish, most likely a range of brown and orange-red colors, fairly flat colors, nothing too abstract. Feelings started to rush inside me as I hear the foot steps of soldiers coming in.


They're finally here, and they aim their machine guns at me, but then things start getting weird. Time slows time a bit, and I start shooting all of them in the head, dropping like flies.

Then there's this annoying old man trying to shoot me, kind of like the type of AI you expect from a video game when you're playing on "Easy Mode," and you're ducking for cover, but the enemy comes out at random times, so you can't even get a proper aim at them. He couldn't shoot me, and I couldn't shoot him, so I decided to just dash and go somewhere else.

I can't remember much after that, and I prefer not to, since I doubt there was a happy ending.

this morning i had my 3 and 4 lucid dreams it was awsome i was realy hammerd that night and i woke up somtime in the early morning and was waiting to all asleep and i felt like i was falling through space twisting and turning and then i saw my body lying next to a copy of my body in the EXACT same position as eachother i was looking down from the cealing and then i was instantly in my body and i knew what was happening so i did reality checks to be sure and i was, and then the scene changed again and i was in a stair case and i kept on walking up for ages and when i got to the top it was a dead end just a wall and so i used some like super powers lol and put my hands on the wall and tried to make it dissapear but instead it turned to paper and so i started tearing it down and it was the entrance to a plant room witch is where i uasaly am for work and my mate scotty was in there and we started punching on and so i put my hands up to the sky and pulled down two lightning bolts and started zapping him then i woke up.

and then i stayed still and in a couplle of seconds i was dreaming again and i was in mongolia and i was in an open feild serrounded by bush and a river and that one was realy boring couse i kept driftint in and out of lucidness but when i was lucid i like played in the river catching fish and shit and just walked around looking at the bush

Flying and Sexy Time

My dream in progress shifted to me flying and I was lucid.

I was standing on a piece of wood or something, flying over the trees. I was happy to be lucid. I looked at the scene; it was incredibly clear. It was night, but I could see different kinds of trees below. I took in the scene and its clarity.

I then saw a '50's style truck in blue, and then other cars, but the dream became less clear.

I saw some people...women of course. I decided I would have some fun. I then thought about the task to lick the first dream character I saw, but I realized that I'd already passed that person up. IWL, I'm not sure that was actually the ToTM.

I then found an attractive girl and asked if she would show me her boobs. She said, "OK, but only one." She showed me one, and it had a tiny nipple. I was going to ask her if I could feel them. I said, "Can I--." I thought she was going to say "No," so I punched her in the face. I then went to feel her boobs and she didn't care at all. I found myself looking at her vag, and I proceeded to insert myself.

I soon woke up to use the bathroom.

I had cycled a few times. I didn't do too much, but I was cycled with intention. I ended the first fiscal quarter of year 3 with a record best of 17 which is = to my first year on DV. Awesome!

3/21/13

1. I am in a hospital that has nothing but cubicles made out of cloth comprising of the building. I walk through and get lost. I see a familiar waking life face, but she just walks by and gives me an odd look.

2. I have a false awakening.

3. I have another FA.

4. I am prepared this time. I go upstairs, but my family yells at me. I am pushed downstairs, but I force my eyes open to awaken.