lucid

10/6/12

1. I am lucid in a house. In the dream, I gain the belief that it was a house built by and for shared dreamers to meet in. I walk outside in the rain as my lucidity weakens. The dream becomes unstable. The setting changes.

2. I walk to school while it is raining. We are instructed to jog around the school. At the end, I walk up to the attic to get more water for the students, but someone else is there. He is a teacher and raping a female student. She is passed out. Another girl walks into the attic and sees it too. He catches us, and makes us promise not to tell. We find a secretary later and tell her against his commands. Before he is arrested, he finds us and threatens us. We run away from him, and he is holding a knife.

3. The scene changes again back to the rainy setting as I walk to school. I am in the gymnasium, gaining full lucidity after guiding my little sister to an exit. I walk with her through the crammed boarding of the passageway out, but the thunder causes the wall to splinter, cracking my sister's head open with the forceful gashes of wood. At that, I experience a spike in clarity, followed by a total collapse of the dreamscape. I give up my lucidity in the hope that I can continue the narrative untouched by my consciousness. Five interns were killed because of the teacher escaping from the police car, and relieving homicidal rage. Then, as I am walking to school after my sister's funeral, I am cut off by a woman grieving about the death of her husband, an intern. She blames me for telling the secretary about the rape. Then she leaves, and a narrator describes the events of the dream. He describes everything as it happens in a poetic manner. I am apprehended by the driverless cars from another dream. They are less violent this time, but they stalk me across the block. When I reach the end, the narration stops, and one of the cars drives up onto the sidewalk, but instead crashes. The woman appears in the car now. She is dying. She says she will pursue me until I die. I sprint to the school, but I hear the army of cars behind me. I outstretch my arm to the gate, and the front car turns driverless once again.

Friday, 4/5/13 Bed 12-8am

Nap 11:20am - 2:15pm

It took me a while to get any sensations other than feeling comfy. After almost an hour, turned to my left and noticed something going on behind my closed eyelids. But it was more that 3 hours after I woke up in the mornig, so didn't have much hope for a WILD.

I fell asleep and had a really long non-lucid. I'm in some town, duing bunch of stuff, visiting deceased relatives and other usual stuff. I'm going to the bus station, looking at signs, which bus goes from K to NZ. I finally ask 3 bus drivers chatting in front of one of the buses. he point to one behind him. I get on and looking for money. I'm pretty sure I don't have any and I'm sure they don't take plastic.

I look in my ID folder for some cash, then in my valet. Finally I find some bills, folded into tiny squares. I unwrap them and marvel at them. (I do collect money IWL, but coins, not bills). In my dreams, I often find coins in the dirt. When I see bills, they are usually with rare design, like a collectors edition and I always have hard time finding one I'm willing to part with and pay for whatever I need.)

So these bills are no different. The are all 'pretty' and I don't want to pay with them. I finally find a 1000 bill and give it to the driver. before he can complain, I tell him it's not a huge bill, he can give me just 4x 200 back and some change. So he does that.

Here is where my mantra (I see something I get up) kicks in and I get lucid. I think to myslef "hrm, I see something, this could be a dream".I tell the driver, but he doesn't care. I wake up.

In this dream, I was only lucid for the last portion of my dream. I'm still a beginner, so I am still trying to be able to see the difference between a regular dream vs a lucid dream.

Anyway, the dream is about me going on a fishing trip. The boat was probably about a 32ft dingy, and the water was so clear, I could see past the vastness of it all the way to the very bottom. Now I can't recall everything, but here is what I do remember.

I remember setting out into the lake to go fishing. There were 2 other men on board with me. I couldn't make out the faces even though I tried, their faces were a blurr. I remember the other guys caught some fish, and I wasn't catching anything. One man started to rock the boat back and forth out of excitement over catching a fish. The other man started to get excited as well, so the boat started to rock even more. You all know that old saying, "Don't Rock The Boat"? Well, I ended up falling into the water. Instead of being able to swim or float, I sank to the bottom like a rock. At this point is where the dream became lucid. As I sank, I kept thinking to myself, "OMG, im gonna drown!" This is when I realized it was a dream, and I gained complete control, and was able to then breathe under water! LOL! I decided to walk along the bottom and watch everyone fish, realizing, there really weren't that many fish to be caught in this particular lake. So, I decided to get someone to stock it with fish. I then began to swim around with the fish. Picked one out, grabbed it with my bare hands, put it in the boat, and called it a day!

So far this is the first real lucid dream ive had and could control. I am still a beginner, but what's better than practice? Nothing right? Most people who learn how to control their dreams, learn how to fly first, I decided I wanted to learn how to breath under water first, which was extreamly cool!!

Please let me know what you all think about this one too. I do enjoy the feed back!! Thank you!!!
Tucan69

Walking out of a store, suddenly becoming lucid. No recall that night, this was in the morning off a WBTB. A DC jumps in front of me and piteously begs for a drink of water. I notice that I'm holding an icy glass of water, so I give it to him and he drinks most of it. I hesitate to drink the rest, but I tell myself it's just a dream and drink it all.

Remembering the basic, I reach down and pick up a dead leaf off the sidewalk and eat it. It tastes like a potato chip. I explore the dreamscape for some time.

With Advanced I in mind, I visualize two pieces of coal and ask a DC friend if he had some. He points to a table where the pieces of coal are there..but they're white.

WHAT?! oh come on....

Anyway, I take the tow pieces, stack a Sacagewea dollar and a Susan B. Anthony silver dollar on top of the two pieces of coal, and prepare to make jewelry. I effortlessly smash them into a pancake the size of a Frisbee.

DC: Noooooo!! I bought that Yosemite Nation Park!! How could you?!

"Well, you were ripped off!", I snap back at him and the dream ends.

I was lying down in bed like usual and it was my 3rd sleep phase that day, I configured my smartphone alarm (Dream as Android) to skip recording 27 minutes, and I had my 56th lucid dream. I tried focusing on phosphenia as usual and fell asleep within very few minutes.

I was in my home (which like usually wasn't remotely like my actual home, it was a big and complex building) and was only wearing underwear. I became lucid fast for no specific reason.

I tried to fly and while that worked the windows and walls proved to be impenetrable, I even tried using a flame blast which materialized as a dark red beam, which however didn't leave a scratch, I guess my home is supposed not to be destroyed by me
So I just went through the doors (like 5 rooms, the building was big and mostly blue), and when I was outside I could fly perfectly and with exceptional ease, it was easier than walking is in real life. It was night und I was looking at things from above, the house looked smaller and more normal from the outside. I applied some kind of invincibility nano armor scales and let myself drop to the ground, slightly shattering the ground.

Then I went through a forest and tried focusing on details, with a lot of success, for the first time I can really recall that the details were absolutely like in real life, maybe even slightly better. After some time I had contact with some people and tried reading what was written on some chocolate, after just a second of focusing I was able to read, and consistently at that, things didn't change once written at all. I even noticed some false grammar which after waking up proved indeed to be an perfectly correct assumption from me. I also tried some but it didn't taste crazy or anything, just pretty weak like chocolate. Someone was offering me chocolate with hazelnuts but I wasn't interested.

Then I was in some kind of weird building (nothing too fancy but I just can't describe it, there was a lot of stuff scattered all over the place) were I was talking with generic dream characters about jokes, I know I remembered one of them after waking up, but forgot it now cause it was not that interesting.
I was constantly wondering when the dream would end and this time around it seems my REM phase got weak and I woke up (I think there was something in real life helping as well).

I'll skip my improval notes because this dream was kind of like breaking my personal wall of sound that had be keeping me down for nearly 2 years! When I woke up my alarm just started recording so all that happened within like 25 minutes of me falling asleep. When resuming sleep I felt that the barrier keeping me from falling asleep conscious "took a serious blow", but after some minutes I fell asleep normally again. I may still take some weeks or months till my first real WILD but for the first time I feel I'm getting close!

04/05/13

Field of Nightmares
I fall asleep listening to a hypnotic recording intended to help me achieve a lucid dream… and successfully WILD. I am lying on a blanket in the middle of a green grassy field that the hypnosis program has described. The field is filled with green grass and is very peaceful. At least that's what I am expecting to see when I open my eyes. But instead there are several people right near me and the rest of the field is filled with demonic looking creatures. The people right next to me are Templars, I can feel hostile energy radiating off of them. It looks like the one in front is about to say something, I really am not in the mood to hear it. He says all of the pain can be over if I just return what is theirs. No more attacks, they will leave me alone. I don't believe him. I use the song spell Battery by Metallica to call lightning from the sky to strike him where he stands. The Templars around me are all struck by lightning and disappear. A portal opens in the sky as all the demonic creatures move in to attack me. I hear Nomad yell a couple of loud expletives as he engages the demons in battle. I form Witchblade into a sword and cut down an enemy that tries to jump on me, as it tries to tear me open with talons. The fight around me escalates. There are more people there. When I fell asleep I felt so alone, but it is clear I am not alone at all. I see Spike, Q, Sephiroth, Vegeta, Bakura, Link, Altaïr, and I see there are numerous others but I don't get a clear enough look at them to identify them. A large explosion comes from Vegeta's direction, I look over and see he is powering up… and just his energy aura has incinerated numerous enemies around him. I use Damage, Inc. to call forth fireballs to hit the enemies. As the fighting dies down I see the field of grass is covered with disgusting stuff. Even though we won the battle the place has been destroyed. Nomad is playing a didgeridoo and cleaning up some of the crap. I use the song Full Moonlight to collect more of the crap and neutralize it. The field is beginning to look peaceful again. I tell Nomad we can go heal Winter, he has told me her fibromyalgia is bothering her again. He says he knows I need healing first, we could both use healing after the constant attacks from Templars. We go through a portal to the balancing pools on the moon. I focus healing energy through Nomad, aiming to heal the last of his sores. I slip into the warm water of the pools and it is very relaxing. I sink to the bottom of the pool and fall asleep in the dream as I wake up.

Retribution
I enter into a WILD in my room and I am surrounded by Templars yet again. I wonder where they keep coming from. How are there always so many Templars? The hostile energy is coming off of them in waves, they are all glaring at me, but it looks more comical than threatening. The energy coming off of them is not comical. I remember I had a goal for dreams… to WILD, then teleport, then manipulate the elements. And I can get payback on some Templars at the same time! I focus on one of the Templars, using psychic energy to read into his thoughts. Not getting much right now. I use the spell song Master of Puppets to clear the signal. He's thinking about punching the guy to his right in the face for some thoughtless remark he made earlier. But not now, later, he is thinking they need to focus on the enemy right now. Since I have a view of his thoughts I ask him where their base of operations is. He tells me to fuck myself, but the image goes through his mind even though he doesn't speak of it. It is located somewhere in the deserts of Nevada, mostly underground. I have a clear view of it. I focus on teleporting all of us… both the Templars and me… back to that location. At first nothing happens. I think it is because of the attacks. I use Whiplash to send their attacks back at them. During the brief time the attacks cease the teleportation works. We are now in a rather plain looking room with computers all around, the Templars look a bit surprised to be here. I tell them I didn't want them to miss out on what comes next. I drop an immortal fire right there in the small room, sending an explosion of flames out from my location, incinerating everything in its path. I hear that one of the Templars has a chance to get out, "Oh, shit…" before the flames surround him. The flames die away and the place is now in ruins. I feel considerably better than I did when I first fell asleep surrounded by pounding attacks. Much better. I am looking around at the ruins as I wake.

#157 - 5:24AM - Alarm clock DEILD

I hold still as my wife hits the snooze button. I feel a huge grin on my face as I get instant vibrations. I have you now!

I try to transition out of bed but I find it difficult. I relax for a second only to startle myself with a loud gasping sound. It reminds me of "breathing in the chemicals" from a Imagine Dragons song. I surge forward and press into the bedroom wall. I see static like on a TV with 3 colorful blobs dancing in the center. Red blue yellow. Was that real? Am I having apnea? I can't worry about it now.

I am standing in my bedroom in darkness now. I have my eyes open and can see just fine but it's just really dark. I wonder if it is my physical eyes or dream eyes. It feels like dream eyes. This is not SP. I clumsily fumble out of my bedroom. It's odd because I am walking out but I can hear the box fan and the sound doesn't "move". I try not to focus on it and forget it almost instantly. I feel the door, open it, and step out. For some reason I aimlessly wonder into the kitchen. I hit a light switch and see a fading glow of light behind me. I turn to follow it but its gone. I wish for light and my vision is over come with it. It was like a bright light filtered through closed eye lids. Then, more darkness. I wait.

I look at my hands. They are clear and bright. I want to taste them for TOTM. I lick. Bland. I start to bite and there is only a slight pressure. I bite harder trying to break a finger off. This ended up severing well as a stabilization trick.

Suddenly, I am standing in my brightly lit dining/living room. (Our house more of an open floor plan and it's really just one room here.) I guess the light switch just took a little bit to warm up? I look around. And see a turned on TV on top of the bookcases. The image is blurry and I don't focus on it. The room is fully furnished with lots of oddities. I see some footed PJs that look like they should belong to my son. There is some sort of green and blue design on them. I stuff a "foot" into my mouth and chew. I feel like I have cotton mouth with a morning breath taste. Yuk. I feel I smack my lips in real life at this point and forget it. The PJs are gone. All of this almost wakes me up and the scene seems to jump at bit.

I am sitting in the living room floor. I think about the advanced TOTM and want to summon some coal. I reach behind my back but come up empty handed. I try again and see a small ball of dark coal about the size of a marble. Good enough. I put my hands together and feel the coal crumble like dry mud. I wait a moment and sing, "Shine bright like a diamond. Shine bright like a diamond." I open my hands expecting to see a diamond but there's nothing there.

I think about how CL sometimes asks for help from DCs but I never seem to have any. I look around and see my son lying sideways in the recliner. Hes smiling and cooing at me. I smile back and say, "Hey buddy." I mentally ask him if he has any coal and hold my hand out. Me puts his hand in mine but there is no coal. He seems confused. We try again but nothing happens. I give up and turn around.

My parents old cabinet TV is setting were my entertainment center should be. I see that it is turned on and I hear Wade from sliders talking. She is standing on a dark street corner with Quinn and Rembrandt. I jump back, "Ohhh Sliders!" Without thinking I put both feet in the TV and the screen turns into a "Sliders wormhole". I pause and step out. Do want to enter that scene or make my own wormhole? I hear Wades voice again and I decide that I'd like to properly meet the Sliders crew. I kneel before the TV and slowly put my hands into the screen. I feel a little resistance but all goes fine. The screen is still displaying a wormhole and I can hear the electric noise of it. I am up to my elbows now. I pause, put my head in, and roll forward. There is darkness but I can still hear wade talking. I use my OBE technique and plant my feet solid. I feel like I grow from the ground up; from nothingness into my full self. I can faintly see the 3 of them. The professor is not there. Wade turns to me. I can see her face clearly now. She is surprised and says, "Hey! Who's that guy? The other two look at me in with mild curiosity. The dream fades to black.

I DELID by rubbing my hands.

I feel myself lying in bed with vibrations. I am not sure if I am really rubbing my hands because I am rubbing so vigorously that the bed is shaking. I have to assume it's fake. If it's not, then oh well it's about time to get up anyway. I listen and wonder how soon the alarm will go off again. I don't feel very grounded so I decide roll around in the bed. I smile and laugh at the dizzying sensation. Soon I can see something.

I am lying in a bag of Fritos and I can hear a voice that sounds very much like a commercial. I think, "I'm in a Fritos commercial?" I laugh and start munching on the giant me-sized Fritos. Each one is about as long as I am. I note the crunch and the taste. My mouth seems a little numb like I've recently received Novocain and the taste seems very salty. I roll around in the bottom of the bag munching away until its empty. When I am done, I look up and notice the bag is sealed. I envision a giant plastic clip on top and wonder how I'm to get out. I am actually a little amazed at how tiny I must be and I begin to feel very claustrophobic. I have to force the thought away and I close my eyes.

I begin to think about the time. I feel like the alarm is really close and don't want to be jolted awake. I fear that I will forget the dream. I start thinking back with difficulty but remember most of it after a few seconds. Doing this wakes me up and I open my eyes just before the alarm goes off again.

During day: (RCs + DS)x10

Total Sleep Time: 7 hrs

Dream recall method: D1-D4 – keywords in notepad; tried to recall D3-D4 somewhat when going back to bed; D5 –straight to tablet after final wake

Dream1: I am back to our first home and live with my parents again. It is late night and I just came back from somewhere. A former classmate has organized a meeting at 12:10 (evening), so I want to go there. I tell my mom that I am going out, although I know she won’t let me. She doesn’t say anything and I take this opportunity to leave as fast as possible. But instead of that, I start preparing to go out and it takes me a very long time, I go to the restroom two times, and it’s 12:50 already. I finally leave and hope that my friends are still there. They are meeting in some kind of a bar where they serve sea food. I head in the direction of the place and try to call the organizer of the event.

Dream2: I am in our first home again, this time in my room. It is dark outside, a few lights are on. I am in the bed with Cal Lightman. He looks terrific, there is not a single wrinkle on his face, a perfect radiant complexion. I feel attracted to him. Since the light is on, the neighbours can actually see me, so I go to the window to block the view of whatever may take place in my room. I can see that there is someone in the nearby building that may actually be watching, so I try to adjust the curtains. That’s not easy at all because the curtain is constantly changing and does not cover the entire window. Once I am satisfied with the result I go back to the bed to Cal, but he is not there anymore. I see an inflatable boat on the floor. It starts to self-inflate and I try to hold it back from expanding in the whole room.



Fragment3: I am in some kind of disco bar most likely with my boyfriend and some unknown DC friends. I start mixing the drinks. I order twice an “amaretto” drink which is more like an alcoholic chocolate mousse. I pay in banknotes that I lay on the table: 20, 10, 10. I have left 2x10 for me, which should be enough to cover another round.

Dream4: In some house with my bf. My mom is there as well. The agreement was that I can sleep over in my bf’s place, but instead I change my mind and decide to spend the night at my parents’ place. My bf is somewhat disappointed but I tell him I will come by in the next few days.

I am in a large building that has been made to accommodate a museum. I am wondering which floor to go to. I see a large painting on the wall and the signature of the artist or some kind of title. I read it out loud. My mom corrects me and pronounces it with two different accents “Exhibition of the composiccion”??? [end]

The alarm wakes me up, 1 hour before my final desired wake time. I visit the restroom, note key words, and have an average desire to lucid. I go back to bed, trying to review the last dream but I fall asleep.

Dream5 [DILD, ToTM]: I am in my old place and am looking through the window. I see some guys carrying a strangely shaped case, I am almost sure that there is some kind of weapon in there. I look back to inside of the room and suddenly become lucid. My bf is sitting on the bed behind me, but I pay no attention to him. I feel a bit as if everything is submerged in invisible water. I look to what is in front of me and a small dog appears in the room. It looks like pug breed type and it moves around really fast. I find it hard to follow it with my gaze. It transforms and is now another kind of puppy with brownish fur. I remember I should try to interact with the dream, grab something, so I grab the puppy and caress it a bit. Then I remember that I have to eat something for ToTM. [IRL I thought it would be easier to lick something, but completely forgot it in the dream] I look at the puppy, which is quickly transformed into some strange kind of meat left-over, and I wonder if I should eat the puppy? No way I eat that puppy, or whatever it is now! I get slightly distracted as next to the ex-puppy leftover is some wool thread and I have a strong desire to thought-lift and make it twirl around. I focus my eyes on it and try to move it, but I feel some resistance. I manage to move it a bit but not the way I wanted, I give up.

Still with the eating ToTM in mind, I look frantically around, I need to find something to eat and think of going in the kitchen to look for something. At that point I turn around and I see my bf eating bread. I think, bread ? Too plain, but whatever! He holds the very last piece in his hand. I tell him not to eat it. He mouth-feeds me the piece of soft white bread and I chew it slowly. It tastes like bread. I become very suspicious because of the intensity of the flavour and start thinking that while I am dreaming, my real boyfriend could really be feeding me with some bread and laughing at me. I ask my dream boyfriend if that is the case, but he denies.



Since I am still not awake I decide to do the only other thing I remember – try chanting Om. I go into another room, this is a completely different place now. I am by myself here, there is something wooden and green maybe the window frames, 2 lamps hang as low as my chest. I try to chant omm, but some shriek-like sound comes instead. I feel like this is not going to work. I hear another sound and then see the door to the apartment moving by itself and banging as if moved by the wind. Perhaps I should close it? But then my expectations start to build and I know something or someone is behind the door. Some DC quickly enters through the door, initially the shape of my bf, but it is not him. I don’t want to have another chase ruin the LD, so I try not to pay too much attention to him. At that moment 5-6 DCs enter, behaving a bit menacing they are walking towards me. I try to change my expectations and their reactions. They kind of slow down a bit and are somewhat more manageable so I am pretty happy with that.

I walk out of the apartment, through the door and find myself into something like mall or maybe inside a big store. I see a section where they sell semi-precious stones, some one-piece bracelets made of stone, like jade. I really like what I am seeing. I am starting to lose control over my own actions, perhaps being too happy with the dream. The DCs are following me now as I make a few steps while staring at the precious stones section. My subconscious turns on the music and I start singing a song cabaret style “Lucidity, the dream is fixed, lucidity” and joyfully march a few more steps. [end]

The dream collapses and I find myself in darkness, closed eyelids. I remain still and try to DEILD but can’t reconnect. I begin to feel sleepy so I decide to wake up before I forget everything. The dream memory feels more evasive that usual and I barely manage to hold on to it.

Final notes:I am confirming the best time for my DILDs so far is the last hour before final wake (with 7-8hrs sleep). Today I allowed myself an hour sleep to possibly LD instead of my somewhat successful snooze DILD experiments.

Another thing I find important to note is stabilization. My DILDs last long enough and there is really no need for me to rush like a crazy monkey, compromising dream stability and later recall. Next time: take it slow!

I was waling along the street of Cardiff Bay thinking about my boyfriend. His hand appeared in mine and we walked together for a while. Then I had an idea and pulled him into 'my' T.A.R.D.I.S and we time travelled back to ancient Rome. When we arrived I grabbed a sonic screwdriver from the control and we exited the blue box, walking the few feet into the Colosseum. I sent my boyfriend up into the stands, thinking of the task of the month and made my way towards the arena. A fight was just finishing so I slipped my way to the front of the little waiting area thing that was basically a cave underneath the stands seperated from the arena by a metal cross-hatched gate.

The fight finished, massive cheering occured and these gates lifted, signalling that one of us was required to enter the arena. I took my chance and grabbed a sword on my way in, placing the sonic into my pocket for later use. Our fight started and I remember sighing deeply, the guy I was against was massive and had it been a normal fight I would have been dead within 10 seconds. I raised my sword to meet his attacks, our constant to and fro-ing going on for about 5 minutes, one of us always countering the other's attacks until I got bored and pulled my sonic out of my pocket. recieving a blow to the arm in the process, and pointed it at the guy, freezing him in place.

Putting the sonic back into my pocket I jabbed him with my sword before slicing his head off, causing a massive uproar to be heard from the crowd as I hadn't waited for the emperor's blessing. Dropping my sword I sprinted over to where I'd left my boyfriend and dragged him towards the exit, both of us running like mad to avoid being caught by everyone chasing us. We quickly got back to the T.A.R.D.I.S and shut the doors. Setting her into flight mode and returning to modern day.

Ok, so last night was a weird one, I fell asleep listening to binural beats, when I say fell asleep I was actually trying to WILD and I was experiencing hypnagogic imagery, I kept myself on the border of sleep and consciousness for quite some time until I found myself dreaming, but aware of the fact, however no matter what reality checks I performed I could not get lucid, I guess this may have been a false lucid, I was running through corridors with the feeling of being chased, no so much by people, more by hands in the dark and a feeling of dread. I tried the finger through the hand, trying to fly, holding my nose and breathing, even reading posters on the walls that appeared as soon as I thought I needed something to read and all the time I was aware it was a dream, but I knew I wasn't lucid, at one point I woke trying to push my finger through my hand IRL. I don't understand how it is that I knew I was dreaming, but didn't become lucid or if I was in fact lucid, it's nothing like what I expected, it was poor quality pirated VCR at best -

Spoiler for Spoiler for you youngsters:

I actually use to have one of these...!

Finally I fell asleep proper.I dreamt I'd gone to see my aunt, who passed many years ago, I had to stay in a hotel or hostel, I put all my belongings in my room, including my cash and cash card and left to go to the bar. I met a young girl and we hit it off straight away, the dream turned erotic, I wont go into detail, use your imagination, but for some reason, my aunt took offence to this fact and started to kick off that I'd come to see her and all I wanted to do was fuck every girl I could find, which I found amusing to the point that I couldn't stop laughing, she rallied a large group of people up against me and we both had to leave in haste, we jumped on a bus thinking it would take us out of there, but then it turned out it was going right back again. I decided to take control of the bus and entered the cab, there were no controls whatsoever. I figured it out that the true cab was above the one I was in and proceeded there. The door was locked and when I tried to gain entrance, the driver stopped the bus in the middle of a roundabout where the police were sat, not doing anything in particular, just chatting to some people. They saw the bus jerking back and forth as I tried to work out the controls, but did nothing, just sat and watched. Once I figured out the controls and started to drive away, I realised I'd left my cash and card in my room and stated to all on the bus that we were going back - apparently it was a hell of a lot of money - to which the girl I'd enjoyed earlier had objections to. The passengers weren't happy either and so I had to go it on foot.
I don't like to disappoint you, but the rest has gone, just remember waking up to my alarm.

I went back to sleep as I'd set the alarm for my partner to get up early not myself and I dreamt again, in and out of conciousness, but I have no recall.

I wanted to get the first part down more than anything, if anyone has any opinions about what I experienced, I'd love to hear them, as I said, the whole time it was happening I knew I was dreaming, it was almost like a successful WILD and falling at the last hurdle, getting up and falling again and again etc.
I've tagged it as both lucid and non lucid as I really don't know.

Cheers,
Nicho...!

Definitely improvement there, even though three were rather short, i got lucid in each dream, 1 WILD, 3 DILDs.
It also was pretty confusing with the number of FAs and i couldn't recall non-lucid parts in much detail.

Nap #1:

I wake up in bed, knowing that i am dreaming, furniture placed differently and my bed is much closer to my PC apparently, before i can move i wake up properly.

Nap #2:
Dream 1:
There was some stuff going on in my room(can't exactly recall what), interrupting my WILD attempt, but i eventually go back to doing it.
I wake up in bed, the room looks different and i know i am dreaming, i take off headphones and binaural beats still playing, confirming that, but then i wake up, but go back to nap after memorizing recall.
Dream 2:
Again, family distracts me from my WILD attempt and i was fixing some machinery, which we had a whole wall of(not IWL), then there was some video game and i went back to WILD attempt.
I wake up in bed, the room looks different once again and i know i am dreaming, i take off headphones, binaurals beats still playing, i get up and look around, the room is not just different, but positions of some furniture and exits are mirrored, i go to the balcony while rubbing hands but dream fades out and i wake up, memorizing recall once again and the going back to sleep.
Dream 3:
I am still there, attempting the WILD, the room is different but i don't notice it in dream, at one point family coming through the room and talking about something, then i just fallen asleep.
I go through a number of weird sensations and then i wake up in bed and i know i am dreaming, but for some reason dad is on me and tries to stop me from getting up, i take off headphones, and i am still hearing binaural beats, confirming the dream. I shout 'Get off!' at dad a few times, each time in more commanding tone, and eventually, on fifth shout, he gets off me saying something along the line 'Yes, yes, goodnight' and i thank him for letting me go.
I go for the door, and open it, but then realize that this room is not mirrored and that i opened the wrong door. I go for the balcony door while rubbing hands, not working well, i shout 'Stabilize!' and dream gets more stable and i can see very clear. I ram the balcony door, but i unexpectedly end up just phasing right through it and gravity gets low. I start flying and i feel wings. Everything looks weird, like, dreamscape just don't gets 'rendered' after certain distance, but my sight is very very clear. For a second i kinda forgot what to do, but then shortly recall that i need to practice transformation into a dragon. I shout to get more confident, and my voice echoes around the dreamscape. I fly near one of the clouds, which were pretty low down, and i can see my reflection, my wings big and black dragon-like and i am happy that i finally got them right, i attempt transformation but dream starts fading and i wake up.

04/04/13

The Future Told
I am in a strange place, a place I don't recognize. I look around to see where I am and I see I am not alone there. MoSh is there with me. He is looking out over a river, gazing into the distance. I see some spotlights come on in the distance, and I head in that direction. MoSh follows me. I have no idea where I am going or why I might be there. It turns out that there are spotlights shining off of a small building, and the lights are shining right on Jake and Oy. The lights don't seem to indicate anything, however, as nothing happens. Maybe they were set off by motion sensors. Jake finally moves and approaches the building. I faintly hear it asking for a password, which Jake first gets wrong, but then he supplies it. The door opens and he disappears inside. I have no idea what I am here for, but I get the idea I should stick around for a while. It isn't too long before a man and Andy approach the location. The motion sensor lights come on again, highlighting the two newcomers. I wonder if Jake and Oy have gotten somewhere safe. I pull MoSh closer to me and tell him we should check on Jake, just to be sure we aren't there to get him out of trouble. He doesn't seem lucid. I think it would be a good idea to have a cloak of invisibility like the one on Harry Potter.

I pull the cloak out of one of the pockets of my Assassin's robes, though the pocket looks too small to hold the cloak… and then I put the cloak over MoSh and myself before leading MoSh towards the building. I get there just in time to see the man and Andy disappear into the door. Before it closes I slip in behind them, pulling Andy with me. I briefly wonder if Andy's sensors will still be able to see MoSh and me even though we're under the cloak… the door clicks closed behind us. I can only hope not. I see no sign of Jake or Oy. Apparently they have gotten to safety, so all MoSh and I have to do is stay out of the way. The man makes a report on some kind of computer, Andy makes noises that sound like an old fashioned modem that is on its last legs… It seems the man is being coerced into doing something he doesn't really want to be doing, though it's not enough to get him to tell what he knows to someone and try to put a stop to it. Andy and the man leave, MoSh and I sneak out with them. We wait outside for Jake to emerge and then follow him as he sneaks back towards the house where he has been staying with his friend. Jake seems a bit distracted, and does not notice that Andy has doubled back. Just as Andy is about to round a corner and spot Jake crossing the river I decide it would be better if he found me.

I drop the cloak of invisibility and call out to him. When he questions my being out in the middle of the night I tell him I sometimes have trouble sleeping, and the sound of the river helps. He eyes me strangely. I think maybe to distract him with a horoscope since he seems to like those. I ask if he'll give my horoscope. MoSh is now standing beside me and says he also wants his horoscope. Andy cheerfully agrees, or at least he sounds cheerful. I see Jake round the bend and look over at MoSh and me, Andy is facing away from him. He freezes briefly and then continues quickly as Andy is giving horoscopes. I am not really that impressed with his horoscopes, though a couple of the things he says are relevant… he recognizes that both MoSh and I are from a very long ways away, though I am not sure if he means farther than the others or if I am just assuming because I know it to be true. He says MoSh will meet a tall and beautiful stranger… which sounds like what he has told the others. He says nothing about a stranger in my future, though says I already know a figure in the shadows that I am destined to be with. He starts to go but MoSh distracts him this time, asking about the tall and beautiful stranger. Andy says it may take some time but it will be worth the wait. And things are not always what they appear to be. MoSh wants a better answer than that, Andy seems to want to go. Andy now says he has a horoscope that says we will be victorious against the wolves. I already knew that. MoSh doesn't care about the wolves right now, he wants to know more about the beautiful stranger. Andy says MoSh's destiny is there waiting for him to claim it if he will just reach. In the distance I see Jake disappear into the house where he has been staying. I am now sure he will be safe. MoSh is still talking to Andy but I don't hear any more because I wake.

extremely fitful, disordered sleep. probably withdrawal from desvenfalaxine 100mg + other health issues. surreal and vivid imagery tonight. fell asleep for 1st time around 11pm, woke up every hour or so until ~3am, woke up at 7ish and fell back into fitful sleep until mid-afternoon

around 11-12pm
i am upstairs in a version of my house. i realize that my house looks different and suspect i am dreaming, so i do a reality check (breathing through plugged nose). it succeeds and i become lucid. i run outside (it is sunny and beautiful) and begin rubbing my hands together to stabilize the dream. unfortunately, it fades quickly and i wake up.


i had other dreams during the night but i do not remember them.

6-7 am
the entirety of this dream takes place downtown. the atmosphere is somewhat bleak - it's grey and snowy - but the sun is out.

first i am having a debate with Richard Dawkins and a Christian theologist in a parking lot. the debate is on the subject of marxism. many people are watching from the main part of downtown, which is several miles away; the geometry in this scene doesn't make very much sense. dawkins keeps attaching balloons to himself and floating miles into the air, carrying his debate on from the sky. at times it becomes night; the sky turns deep blue and stars come out. i complain to a friend that i can't hear dawkins from up there and she chastises me, saying i should pay more attention.

next there is a new attraction downtown: a massive tower which houses a gigantic transparent tube. you enter the tube and it shoots you up to the top of the tower, then back down. my boyfriend decides to try it. a team of middle-aged women in black uniforms pack him into the tube and i watch as he jets into the air then falls down at an astonishing speed. afterwards he mentions something about "astronaut MILFs".

then i sit down at an outdoor table where a group of unfamiliar people are eating. they arent bothered by my presence, surprisingly. i pick up a menu: some of it is in english, some of it in the Cyrillic alphabet. i decide that the cyrillic language is lithuanian (does lithuanian use cyrillic? i don't know... anyway...) i have no money to order food but the people let me eat some of their food. it tastes delicious: savoury and sweet. the dishes were primarily meat-based. at one point the restaurant owner comes over and asks me if i have any questions. i cannot reply because my mouth is full of food, but i point to an item on the Cyrillic menu for which no price is listed. she explains that this is an entire roast pig and due to the quality of the meat and the preparation time it costs around 900 dollars. she gives me a meatball from it as a sample. it tastes nice. there is a tripadvisor rating in the window of the restaurant: 5.0/10.

later i am walking through downtown with my red-haired imaginary friend from a previous dream. i complain that i am sick. she tells me i probably have problems with my liver and i disagree with some recondite explanation involving the amount of water in my body. as i discuss water the windows of an adjacent skyscraper seem to turn to segmented/striated bodies of water.

finally i am walking behind two men and overhearing their conversation. they are talking about a man who was found murdered in a dilapidated house. an old woman found him, rebuilt the house and made it amazingly beautiful, but she had left his corpse in its original position. these men had been hired to clean corpse secretions off of the furniture so the house could be sold.


9-10 am
i am in a large, disorganized country house in which the dominant hue is deep yellow. several teenage boys live here. at some point i begin writing a short story about living in this place. as i write the story, by narrating it in my head, the scenes play out in my vision.

the opening scene is rendered in Poser-style primitive CGI. a generic model of a man -- hairless, no identifiable facial features, no genitalia -- jerks around erratically within a cubic matrix formed by grey rods which connect red, yellow and blue spheres to each other (think of a 3d molecular model). the background is blank white. there is a soundtrack of erratic, metallic electronic music, something like aphex twin, but more aggressive.

the next scene takes place within the country home and involves the boys. i cannot remember specific events, besides one where a boy accidentally burned my arm with a cigarette and i punched him in the face, but i recall that this scene was very long and involved a great deal of violence + homoeroticism.

the final scene is staged in a massive, darkened room. there are two glowing crystals here, one green and one blue; i understand that these represent Zeus and Hera. one of the boys is here too, floating naked in midair and dwarfed by the dimensions of the room. the crystal discuss various things. at one point a thunderbolt strikes. there is no definitive conclusion to this scene.

the story replays over and over in my head, at least 5 times, in the perseverative manner of some fever dreams. i am very proud of the story i have written -- to me it seems to address lofty, complex themes and it takes me on an emotional journey; i recall being impressed by the complex syntax and clever wordplay of my writing. my story, i believe, transgresses and deconstructs the entire institution of contemporary western literature...

in another dream i am at a swimming contest of some sort. i need id to enter the changing rooms and i do not have id. i try to sneak in through the back door, and i succeed, but i become lost in the maze of changing rooms: there are dozens of different rooms, separated by ages as well as by gender. i eventually find the correct one. i get changed, go into the pool and begin the contest which apparently involves me tackling people while demanding they tell me what subgenre a random metal band belongs to.

the winners of the contest are me & my friend M.M. the prizes are books -- a compilation of Hesse's Siddhartha & Steppenwolf and some imaginary tome of Faulkner's. (my subconscious loves namedropping, apparently.) M. chooses the Hesse book and I am a bit disappointed because I had wanted it (in real life i would have preferred faulkner!). i look inside the Faulkner book and there is a picture of a beautiful blue-walled estate with exquisite Gothic architecture, which takes up the majority of a small island. i am awed at its beauty. this is Faulkner's home, I understand; the island has some absurdly long and comically French name.

Something about airports has always fascinated me.

The beginning details of this dream are still lost in the haze but my first memory places me outside a long building that stretches into the distance on my left side and in front of me to my right. It's perhaps 3 stories tall with lots of windows and corrugated metal walls painted white. I think this is what made me think it was an airport.

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In front of me on the ground is a long run, similar to the ball return at a bowling alley, but thinner and closer to the ground. The opening of this tube/run is small, about the width of a soda can, and can expand slightly like the elastic sleeve-cuff of a jacket. For some reason this seems like a good place to stick my sandwich, though I know it may get sucked through to the other side of the building.

And it does.

I walk into the building which I know must be an airport. The ceiling is low, like a cheap office, and the ground floor isn't spacious at all. Old tiles, old walls, and some cheap potted plants reminds me of an office-scene that was already old by 1983. Still, something tells me I belong here or fit in and therefore no one will mind if I go to the other side of the building and out onto the airport tarmac.

It's noisy out here, windy, and I can see the jetways that stretch out to planes when they arrive at the gate. To my sudden surprise a large plane lands in front of me after passing quickly overhead. It's white with red engines, about the size of a 737, but it's sleek like the Concorde that used to fly over the Atlantic. I can tell it's a very powerful plane and the sleek design suggests someone wealthy owns it.


(like this but with round engines on the wings)

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Like a slap to the face I realize the plane belongs to the Queen (of England) and she has decided to make a surprise visit to Austin. I can't believe my luck that I should arrive at the perfect moment and decided to get past all airport security to be where I am when she arrived. The first thing I think to do is make sure my hair is in place, though the wind prevents from being anything close to tidy.

I turned around to look back towards the doors she will use to enter the airport and I feel sudden anger that my sandwich is still missing. Even worse, the end of the run I placed my sandwich in on this side of the building is buried by junk and bags of garbage. In a near panic I run over and begin moving the bags so they will be less of an eyesore. It takes several minutes but I manage to stack all the garbage in a rather neat manner off to the side, giving the impression that the refuse was placed there on purpose in a semi-neat fashion and should just be ignored. I hope the Queen will pardon the mess.

Where the garbage had been I now find the hole in the ground. The opening stretches easily allowing me to reach in though I don't remember feeling anything. I merely recall being happy to have my sandwich back. I'm so happy I decide to show the people standing nearby (who just appeared to watch me) how easily I can do a forwards flip, a maneuver I've never done before. [B]Being inside a dream (suddenly lucid) I suspect the move will be really easy.

I move forward slightly and drop my head, allowing my body to come over my head and upper torso. Next thing I know I've done a forward roll and I'm marveling at how easy it was to achieve. I think about other things that are easy to do in dreams and I recall some past moments but I attempt no further moves. I think I'm just glad I could do it at all and I suspect I learned it from watching my son.[/B]

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And that's all I remember.

I was on a mountain.
-Where am i?
Man-EVEREST MOUNTAIN!!!!
-Poo.Are yo....uuu....Yes Im on Everest mountain...
Man:I'm flying
-OOOh shut up!!!
Man:-Weeeeeee!!!!!
-Hey!I'ts a plane!I will go in the plane.
*Walking(me)*.Man went to me.He had a bomb.*Putting the bomb in the plane*
-WHHHAAT!!!!What are you doing noob??!!?!?!!
Man:Nothing...
-Nothing?!Do you want to kill me?Wait...wait...wait.On Everest it's cold,and I'm not cold...IT'S A DREAM!!!!
OOOOOOOOOOH thank you God!You help me!GRRRRRR!I will activating the bomb,hehe!
But the mountain has desappeared.
(Scream)me:-AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!
*Waking up*UGH!Huh It was a dream,it was a dream...