lucid

37 МиниОС (4) от 14 января 2012
Осознался от того, что зашёл в одном здании вышел из другого. Сразу вспомнил про эксперимент. Хотел заскользить назад, но вместо этого упал на спину. Упал как бы не до конца - некоторое время лежал в нескольких сантиметрах над землёй. Потом решил выпрямиться, и меня выкинуло в реал.

Выводы:
1. Зашел в одно здание, а вышел из другого.
2. Заскользить назад не вышло - упал и проснулся.


[b] 37 Mini-LD (4) dated January 14, 2012 [/ b]
I realized that I had entered one building and left another. I immediately remembered the experiment. I wanted to slip back, but instead fell on my back. It fell, as it were, not to the end - for some time lay a few centimeters above the ground. Then I decided to straighten up, and I was thrown into real life.

[b] Findings: [/ b]
1. I went into one building, and left another.
2. Sliding back did not work - fell and woke up.

36 ОС (3) от 12 января 2012.
Перемещение в другое место


Стоял на горке. Заподозрил, что это сон. Посмотрел на руки. Убедился, что я во сне и подумал:"Вот почему у меня Осов долго не было - я забывал на руки смотреть". Визуально пальцев было 5, решил их пересчитать, всё поплыли - бросил это занятие. Вспомнил про эксперимент. И попробовал скользить назад. Думал так: На горку я поднимался по ступенькам, и по идеи если буду скользить назад, то или упаду, или пройдусь по воздуху. Оказалось ни то ни это - вынесло в реал. Перед тем как вынести, обстановка сна стала расплывчатой.

Вернулся в сон.
Осознался неподалёку от того места, где был в предыдущем сне. Но торопиться с экспериментом не стал, помнил предыдущий опыт. Побежал в сторону проезжей части. Свернул на неё подпрыгнул и подумал:"Ветер отнеси меня к "редкивиту" и его синему пятну. Взлетать я не стал, продолжал бежать по дороге подпрыгивая на 10-20 метров. Справа от дороги были деревянные дома, по ним я и ориентировался с высотой. Подпрыгивал до их крыш. Машины хоть и ездили по дороге, но мне не мешали. Про себя подумал, что как только возникнут проблемы с декорацией сна, сразу начну скользить назад. Когда я добежал до конца одного района и начала другого, я услышал хруст, будто треснула ветка дерева. Декорация сна стала портиться. И я в прыжке стал скользить назад, из воздуха т.е.
Тут самое интересное. Сначала я почувствовал своё физическое тело в реале, потом погружение в сон. Точно такое же ощущение было, когда падал на спину и меня вынесло в декорацию моей квартиры. На этот раз я оказался не в своей квартире, а в какой-то не знакомой комнате. В комнате было темно. Тут мне сверху падает посылка: Серая обёртка размером как для журналов. Я сразу вспомнил, что Ясновидец описывал, как у него во сне сверху посыпались игрушки. Вскрываю посылку. Вижу какую-то красную корочку. Сверху на ней надписи начинающие на Х. Хейчал вроде бы, слово плыло, и ещё одно точно запомнил - Хомул. Только подумал, что по цвету напоминает документ, как на военном билете цвет. Тут же по серёдке читаю РФССР (возможно точнее было написано РФСФР). Переворачиваю эту корочку. Вижу уже картонную бумагу, прочитал фамилию своей одногрупницы, а вот имя другое опять буквы поплыли. Откладываю корочку, достаю следующее. Сам думаю надо найти для кого эта посылка. Подумал тут же результат. Вижу на следующей бумаге надпись напечатанную: Для кого. Длинная черта снизу, и на ней ручкой синей пастой: Фейчан-Уатчан. Подумал может быть форумчан. Всё плывут буквы, читать невозможно. Далее разворачиваю. Цветная глянцевая бумага. Рисунок паренька и вокруг линии - типа детской игры найди выход из лабиринта. Сверху бумаги надпись Анекдоты и под ней слова, в которых неправильные буквы. Надпись не плыла, просто буквы всяко разно написаны, где зеркально, где еще не пойми как. Подумал, что во сне любое из этих заданий выполнить невозможно. Оказалось, что пока я разбирал посылку, в комнате находились спрайты. Двое из них, молодых парней, (хотя и лиц их я не видел как бы тёмный силуэт человека) врубили на сотовом музыку - РЭП какой-то. Подошли мне со спины, и встали вплотную. Я развернулся и выбил из рук у них телефон. Музыка тут же затихла. И буквально через пару секунд в реале звонит будильник.

Выводы:
1) Не удалось пересчитать пальцы - зрение "поплыло", все пальцы оказались смазаны.
2) После скольжения назад проснулся, а затем быстро вернулся в сон.
3) Прыжки во сне были довольно высокие.
4) Странный звук "хруст сломанной ветки дерева" на границе двух районов.
5) Переместился в незнакомую комнату. При этом сначала почувствовал физическое тело, а потом процесс погружения в сон. Как будто на глубину в воду занырнул.
6) Сверху упала посылка. До этого в реале читал у пользователя с ником "Ясновидец", как у него игрушки сверху падали.
7) Некоторые надписи читались нормально, в других были ошибки, третьи расплывались перед глазами. Причем очень трудно запомнить правильное написание надписей.
8 ) Внутри посылки был рисунок лабиринта.
9) С музыкой РЭПом странно то, что, как только я ее вырубил во сне, сразу услышал звонок будильника с реала.


36 LD (3) January 12, 2012.
Moving to another place

I stood on a children's slide. I suspected it was a dream. I looked at my hands. I was convinced that I was in a dream and thought: "That's why I had no lucid dreams for a long time - I forgot to look at my hands." Visually, there were 5 fingers, I decided to count them, everyone sailed - quit this lesson.
I remembered about the experiment. And tried to slide back. I thought this way: I climbed the children's slide up the stairs, and according to the idea, if I slide back, I will either fall or walk through the air. It turned out neither this nor that - made it into real life. Before making it, the sleep environment became vague.

I am back in a dream.
Confessed not far from the place where I was in a previous dream. But I did not rush into the experiment, I remembered the previous experience.
I ran towards the roadway. I turned on her and jumped and thought: "The wind carry me to the" redwinecat"and its blue spot. I did not take off, continued to run along the road, bouncing 10-20 meters. To the right of the road were wooden houses, and I was guided by them with height. Bounced to their roofs.
Although cars drove along the road, they didn't bother me. I thought to myself that as soon as problems arise with the decoration of dream, I will immediately begin to slide back. When I reached the end of one area and the beginning of another, I heard a crunch, as if a tree branch had cracked. The scenery of sleep began to deteriorate. And I began to slide back in a jump, that is, from the air.

Here is the most interesting. At first I felt my physical body in real life, then I fell into a dream. It was exactly the same feeling when I fell on my back and carried me into the decoration of my apartment. This time I was not in my apartment, but in some unfamiliar room. The room was dark. Then a package falls on top of me: A gray wrapper the size of a magazine. I immediately remembered that the Clairvoyant described how toys had been falling from above in his sleep. I open the package. I see some red crust. On top of it there are inscriptions beginning with H. Heichal, it seems, the word was floating, and he definitely remembered one more - Homul.
I just thought that it resembles a document in color, like color on a military ID. Immediately I read the heart of the RFSSR (perhaps more precisely it was written by the RFSFR).
Turn this crust over. I already see cardboard paper, I read the name of my classmate, but another name again floated letters. Putting off the crust, I get the following. I myself think I need to find for whom this package. I immediately thought of the result. I see on the next paper an inscription printed: For whom. A long line at the bottom, and on it with a pen in blue paste: Feichang-Uatchan.
Thought maybe forum users. All the letters are floating, it is impossible to read. Next, deploy. Colored glossy paper. Figure of a guy and around the line - like a child’s game, find a way out of the maze. On top of the paper is the inscription Jokes and below it are words in which the letters are incorrect. The inscription did not float, just the letters are written in different ways, where it is mirrored, where you still do not understand how. I thought that in a dream any of these tasks could not be completed. It turned out that while I was sorting the package, there were sprites in the room. Two of them, young guys (although I didn’t see their faces as if the dark silhouette of a man) hacked into cellular music - some kind of REP. They approached me from the back, and stood close. I turned around and knocked the phone out of their hands. The music calmed down right away. And literally in a couple of seconds in real life the alarm rings.

Findings:
1) Failed to count the fingers - vision "floated", all fingers were blurry.
2) After sliding back, I woke up, and then quickly returned to dream.
3) The jumps in the dream were quite high.
4) The strange sound of "crunching a broken tree branch" on the border of two areas.
5) Moved to an unfamiliar room. In this case, I first felt the physical body, and then the process of immersion in dream. As if diving deep into the water.
6) The package fell on top. Before that, in real life, I read with a user with the nickname “Clairvoyant”, how his toys fell from above.
7) Some inscriptions were read normally, others had errors, others blurred before my eyes. Moreover, it is very difficult to remember the correct spelling of inscriptions.
8) Inside the parcel was a drawing of a maze.
9) What is strange about REP music is that as soon as I knocked it out in a dream, I immediately heard the alarm from the real world.

Woke up after ~4 hours of sleep and decided to give WILD another go. Included some SSILD because it makes transitioning easier (or possible?) for me.

Everything went well with me waiting in a deeply relaxed state until I felt REM setting in after some time. Then, a familiar feeling of being pulled in started but I got distracted by someone coming in my room and talking to me. I wasn't sure if this was real, though I should have known better by now...

After a short non-lucid dream I started another try. This was almost the same as before except I was prepared now and didn't care for any hallucinations. When I felt the transition was over I slowly got up - my whole body was extremely heavy and I could barely move. So, I focused on the feeling of gravity (or the lack thereof) which immediately improved things. I walked through the house and left straight through the door (only a slight pressure while passing through). Outside I started hovering in the air but suddenly there was a glitch in the dream and I was back inside, in front of the door again. This time I floated through the window and then examined my surroudings outside. Looking around, I once again could barely believe the detail and vividness of the dream. I flew around a bit and got to a small beautiful cottage. For some reason I suddenly felt sexually aroused and wasn't too surprised when I found a DC sitting in a hanging chair in front of the cottage. But first I went around the garden and - wondering if I have ever smelled something in a dream - stuck my nose in flowers etc. There were some strange yellow-purple bananas and large pink flowers - the latter had indeed an intense, pleasant scent to them. Afterwards I went back to the DC and had sex with him which was a quite short but rather enjoyable and interesting experience. Then I woke up and went back to normal sleep.

The dream begins in New York City and I sense something out of my vision, so I go to check it out. Now then, it must be noted that NYC is actually the key area of my favorite dream, so it's natural to say I kind of incubated this.

I re-experience my best flying dream, SOAR, where I see the clouds trail by in the blue sky, feeling the wind blow past my face. I grab a cloud and feel it against my skin, with my previous shout "Sugoi" used as a powerful anchor.

This transition is actually kind of similar to the original SOAR. Although I didn't use an ability to help someone, the casual manner in which I twisted myself with the scene transition is almost like deja vu. Here is the original for comparison: "The blue peaceful field fills my vision, as the white fluffy clouds trail by, some big, but most of them long and thin. Gentle music begins playing in the background, a bit like a movie soundtrack (but soft enough to be unrecognizable). With the wind blowing in my face, I feel exhilarated. I feel a little bit nervous with butterflies in my stomach, however, as I tilt left and right, up and down, soon enough the pleasure of flying overcomes that nervousness. I feel free, I feel liberated, I feel fulfilled, I feel astonished. With the music slowly building upwards, the scene is so impressive I cannot help but exclaim: "Sugoi!!!""

So now you know more about SOAR. Let's move on.

The scene transitions and I lower myself down to the ground, where I am in CHARISMABBY, a dream where I hung out with my crush in Taj Mahal. With the sweet nostalgia remaining in the background, I see a golden diamond trinket in the middle of the hallway, and pick it up.

Now, CHARISMABBY is a remarkably short dream with not much to mention other than the fact that a country pop song played near the end, and I ran out of time for goals. However, I forgot to mention in the short version, it's a golden diamond because it represents my crush herself. In an excerpt of the dream, it says "Her laugh is contagious and her smile dazzles with light glinting off of her teeth, and with the light reflecting off of her hair too. Though I cannot remember an actual conversation, I feel greatly fulfilled merely by her presence and happiness." As you can see, it's clear that the dream and the girl was precious to me, that's why it was shown as me gathering a diamond.

With CHARISMABBY out of the way, let's talk about Beautiful Garden and New Telekinesis.

" I then see myself in a big beautiful garden from my dream New Telekinesis, and pick a flower from below. "

Okay, so this one's really short, and might actually be kind of a false memory, but I could've sworn this happened. The main reason why this is a little strange is that Beautiful Garden is a dream from really long ago, with details that imply I felt trapped, with a house filled with security and an overly strict mother sheltering her child. I used my powers to help her out and show off while standing in a field of flowers. However, you could argue that it's perfectly natural for this dream to be in ENIGMA, after all, SOAR displayed my freedom, and without the locked door shown, the red flower both represents a devotion to the new life, and could be a tribute to the previous scene about my crush.

This leads to another completely different scene: I'm in Ice, Ice Baby, where I had experimented with ice powers in a cold landscape. I see a hint of the northern lights...

Okay so Ice Ice Baby seems like your classic lucid dream, except I actually had a close call in the beginning as I was in camera view and had trouble stabilizing until I waited a while. The dream also kind of speaks volumes about my independence and my rational nature (as related to Piano Battle, but that's another matter entirely). What's curious is that in the original dream "Let it Go" and "The Greatest Show" started playing as a remix, while in ENIGMA it focused more on the visuals, with the next scene inferring the music that would happen in the background.

I transition this to complete darkness, resembling TRUE SYNESTHESIA, where I had seen music as colors. Here the colors flow very nicely, as if the song originally from CHARISMABBY had been transposed to this dream.

Unfortunately, it's quite difficult to recall the exact colors. I think it was a little of... red? Blue? Purple ish? Pretty normal stuff. With the songs from CHARISMA and Ice Ice not played directly, it's cool that this scene implies what they would look like. Overall, it's quite curious how all the re-experiences dulled down the sounds, but had visuals to compensate, and a mystery feeling overall. The soundtrack was kind of ambient, actually. It was brooding in the background, seemingly building up to this moment.

I become lucid and summon my dream guide to talk to her for a while. The rest of the dream is in darkness, but it is reaffirming the strength of the beginning.

So the ending is actually very unusual for a 6/5 dream, and still unusual even for a 5/5, and still yet somewhat strange for any dream. I've never really kind of "meditated" in the dark for what seems like half the dream, but that's what it seemed like occurred near the end. I just sat in the dark. Also, I forgot to transcribe here that I asked for permission to show the dream in different order -- because it didn't seem to matter at the time-- and she agreed. But I honestly am not sure what dream me was thinking. Yes, It seems somewhat logical that maybe I could describe this ending with SOAR, a powerful climax, but that would just lead to it being compared to the original dream. I believe that it started out with the strongest and best, so that the rest could complement well without having to compete (as such, why I don't list ENIGMA in my top 10, as it is a different kind of dream).

And I feel like TRUE SYNESTHESIA should indeed be the ending as it is here, as the rest of dream is dark just like the original. There's no point going bright again. Now, you can argue that you can swap around CHARISMA, Ice, and Garden, but it's actually pretty hard. The two slightly romantic scenes separated the two independence theme ideas, which is actually critical. If Ice happened right after Flight, it seems a strange transition as Ice is still a great exploration and dominance of power. Garden afterwards is also a little difficult, as I am standing completely still, making it a little too quick of a movement stop. In a way, ENIGMA is already perfect with the flying upwards gradually slowing down to a stroll to take the diamond, followed by picking up a flower, then moving to a landscape complete opposite where everything is cold yet still shows the same theme, and finally the dark conclusion.

(Just FYI, if I had these dreams in the order they occurred IRL, it would be: [2015] Garden, OZ, [2016] SOAR, CHARISMABBY, [2017] TRUE SYNTH, [2018] Ice)

Of course, the dream guide wasn't necessary to solidify the dream. But I feel like my question is actually quite interesting. I wanted to make ENIGMA even more mysterious than it currently was; I even made a puzzle IRL to correspond to the easter egg feeling of the dream. But it's clear from analysis, the dream was through and through perfect.

Alright, you're probably curious why OZ wasn't re-experienced and what that means, considering OZ is my favorite dream. Firstly, OZ's beginning is actually quite dangerous; I tried experimenting the bad side of that and it was not good. Cars were zooming by dangerously, and that is risky. Next, the main idea of OZ is breaking the limits of lucidity. I had asked my subconscious to : show me something hilarious, inspire me, go to the sea, go 20,000 leagues under, then ask Mastermind how he faked his death. Now, the first four could definitely be redone, so what's the problem? ENIGMA actually clearly has its own themes.

Except for the last scene, I am completely alone, and so each scene stresses my freedom, and my exploration of these past scenes. The funny scene was necessary to leave the dangerous cars behind and establish a strong break away, while ENIGMA does not need that. The Inspiration is also not needed as SOAR is more than enough. The big question is then, why not under the sea? This is quite difficult to answer. Online it says sea means "your calm mind, fluctuating emotions and internal strength", which doesn't exactly contradict anything from Enigma. My personal interpretation is that I already know my feelings, I'm already confident in myself. In the past, I've needed to seek forth my feelings and tackle them. However, by collecting the diamond in CHARISMA, the flower from Garden, it's clearly shown that I understand and accept these feelings from the past and their effect on the present.

35 ОС (2) от 6 января 2012
Пойти спиной назад
Сюжет неосознанной части был таков: я бегал в каком-то здании в поиске стены, которая давала силу. В конце концов я её нашёл. С какими-то спрайтами я стал спускаться по ступенькам, и тут ступеньки пошли вверх. Я подумал: "Это лестница Лэшера" (Правильно было бы сказать Эшера). Развернулся и стал спускаться вниз. Вышел в коридор. Дошёл до конца коридора. Слева от него была дверь, впереди стенка. Я открыл дверь - там была ещё лестница, и по ней ходили спрайты. От туда веяло какой-то чужеродностью, и я закрыл дверь. Сделал пару шагов по коридору и осознался. Далее мои мысли были чёткими без эмоций и дополнительных слов. "Надо пойти спиной назад". Коридор стал отдаляться. Когда я прошёл то место, где была стена, подумал: "Таким образом точно можно проходить сквозь стены". Идти с самого начала спиной назад было трудно, воздух был будто бы вязкий, сковывал все движения. Постепенно коридор становился всё дальше и дальше. Спрайты с которыми я в него заходил виднелись всё меньших размеров. Постепенно окружающие стены растаяли, и я оказался на подземной стоянке. Кругом стояли старые автомобили, некоторые без колёс. Я продолжал идти спиной назад и думал: "Надо найти источник синего пламени." Тут я вижу, что в мою сторону идёт девушка. Лица её я не рассмотрел, заметил только длинные волосы, брюнетка, и одета по моему в белое платье. Мелькнула мысль, что это может быть сновидящий, но потом я подумал, что тогда она должна была идти то же спиной назад. Я постарался от неё оторваться, шагать быстрее. Но воздух стал ещё более вязким. Она же хоть и шла медленно, но быстро приближалась ко мне. Когда до меня ей оставалось дойти примерно 5 шагов, я развернулся, чтобы идти вперёд быстрее, и тут же вылетел из сна.

Выводы:
1. Столкнулся с искривляющейся лестницей. Название вспомнил с ошибкой. Лестница Эшера.
2. Почувствовал чужеродность за дверью.
3. Пошел спиной назад. Сначала отдалился коридор. Потом я прошел сквозь стену, и оказался в другой локации. А затем воздух стал вязким.
4. Источник синего пламени - это так же относится к эксперименту с пещерой. Хотел таким образом прийти туда, но не вышло.

35 LD (2) January 6, 2012
Go Back to back ((Забавно, что по английски спина человека и идти назад переводятся одним словом - back). (It's funny that in English a person’s back and go back are translated in one word - the back).
The plot of the unconscious part was this: I ran in some building in search of a wall that gave strength. In the end, I found her. With some sprites, I began to go down the stairs, and then the stairs went up. I thought: “This is the ladder of Lasher” (It would be right to say Escher). Turned around and began to go down.
I went out into the corridor. I reached the end of the corridor. To his left was a door, in front of a wall. I opened the door - there was still a ladder, and sprites walked on it. A sort of alienness blew from there, and I closed the door.
I took a couple of steps along the corridor and confessed. Further, my thoughts were clear without emotions and additional words. "I have to go back to back."
The corridor began to move away. When I went through the place where the wall was, I thought: "So you can definitely go through the walls."
It was difficult to go back to back from the very beginning, the air was as if viscous, constraining all movements. Gradually, the corridor grew farther and farther. The sprites with which I went into it were visible all smaller. Gradually, the surrounding walls melted, and I ended up in an underground parking lot.
All around were old cars, some without wheels. I continued to walk backwards and thought: “I need to find the source of the blue flame.”
Then I see that a girl is walking in my direction. I did not examine her faces, I noticed only long hair, a brunette, and is dressed in my opinion in a white dress. The thought flickered that it could be a dreamer, but then I thought that then she had to go the same backwards. I tried to tear myself away from her, walk faster. But the air has become even more viscous. Although she walked slowly, she quickly approached me. When she had to walk about 5 steps to me, I turned to go forward faster, and immediately flew out of dream.

Findings:
1. Faced a curving staircase. The name is remembered with an error. Escher's staircase.
2. Felt alien outside the door.
3. Went back to back. At first the corridor moved away. Then I went through the wall, and ended up in a different location. And then the air became viscous.
4. Source of the blue flame - this also applies to the experiment with the cave. I wanted to come there in this way, but it did not work out.

34 ОС (1) от 4 января 2012
Лягушоид. Луг, окружённый зданиями
Я находился на территории университета. Пообщавшись с одногрупниками, решил пойти по делам. Но по пути мне дорогу преградило животное. Размером с телёнка, зелёного цвета, лягушачья морда. Я стал отходить от этого зверя в сторону второго корпуса универа. Зверь же шёл за мной. Забежал во второй корпус. Увидел, что на той стороне то же есть проход, и за ним идёт дождь. С этой же стороны светило солнце. Не удивился этому. Решил пройти по второму этажу, через столовую. Поднялся на второй этаж, дошёл до конца коридора. Но выхода в столовую не нашёл. Где бы не открывал дверь, оказывался в другой комнате. В одной из таких комнат спросил парня, как мне отсюда выбраться. Тот сказал, что в коридоре надо подтянутся на турнике. "Странный какой-то способ выбраться", - подумал я. Но опять не осознался. Подошёл к этому турнику (деревянная палка, державшаяся на поручнях). Подтянулся, и моя голова прошла сквозь потолок. Вот тут я уже осознался.

Далее я оказываюсь на чердаке. Там валяются какие-то бумаги с цифрами. Пытаюсь их прочитать. Запомнил начало и конец чисел 371………..372. Потом другая бумага с номером . Прочитал её. Пожелал оказаться в пещере "Винного кота". Встал на чердаке в полный рост, дошёл до ступенек, неизвестно откуда появившихся. Спустился по ним, и оказался в совершенно другом месте.

Я оказался на лугу, который окружали высотные здания. На зданиях были балконы покрашенные в синий цвет. Было такое чувство, будто я сам создаю это СП. Ещё подумал: "Интересная у меня пещера получается, луг с кучей цветов, и высотные здания вокруг". Рядом появилась девушка, которую я знаю по реалу. Начала звать меня: "Мол пошли отсюда, здесь всё равно никого нет". Я не обращал на неё внимание, продолжал искать людей. Увидел среди цветов мужчину в белых одеждах. Подумал, что это может быть Ясновидец. Девушка же походу дела прочитала мои мысли, так как пошла в сторону мужика со словами: "Я пластический хирург, я из него кого хочешь сделаю, да и из тебя кого хочешь могу сделать." Когда она до него дошла, я переместился в свою комнату.

Оказался в своей комнате, в руках держу два ножа. Пошёл в сторону балкона. Один нож куда-то делся. Стою на балконе и рассуждаю: "Вот я и в ОС, чем бы заняться." Попробовал посоздавать спрайтов внизу - не вышло. Создать предмет в руке тоже не получилось. Тогда решил кинуть нож и сделать так, чтобы он вернулся ко мне в руку. Стоило только его кинуть, как сразу перенесло в постель.

Лежу в постели, вокруг спрайты между собой о чём то разговаривают, на меня ноль внимания. Через некоторое время просыпаюсь уже по настоящему.

Выводы:
1. Встретил странное существо теленок с лягушачей мордой.
2. Не сумел найти вход в столовую, хотя он есть в реале.
3. Осознался после того, как подтянулся сквозь потолок.
4. Видел странные бумаги с цифрами.
5. Пещера винного кота - это был эксперимент на другом форуме - попасть в общее сновиденное пространство пещеру. "Винный кот" - создал эту пещеру в своем ОСе. Отдельный признак был синий цвет.
6. Чувствовал, что я сам создаю это пространство, точнее мое подсознание.
7. Интересен персонаж девушки. Действовала довольно разумно.
8. Создать спрайтов и создать предмет силой мысли не вышло.
9. Ножик, как бумеранг, в руку не вернулся.
10. Словил ЛП - ложное просыпание.

34 LD (1) dated January 4, 2012
The frogoid. Meadow surrounded by buildings

I was at the university. After talking with classmates, I decided to go about business. But along the way, an animal blocked my path. The size of a calf, green, frog face. I began to move away from this beast towards the second building of the university. The beast followed me.
I ran into the second building. I saw that on the other side there is a passage, and after it it rains. The sun was shining from the same side. I was not surprised at this.
I decided to go up the second floor, through the dining room. Climbed to the second floor, reached the end of the corridor. But I did not find an exit to the dining room. Wherever the door opens, I find myself in another room. In one of these rooms I asked a guy how to get out of here. He said that in the corridor you need to catch up on the horizontal bar. Some strange way to get out, I thought. But again, I did not realize.
I went up to this horizontal bar (a wooden stick held on handrails). I pulled myself up and my head went through the ceiling. Here I already realized.

Next, I find myself in the attic. There are some papers with numbers lying around. I'm trying to read them. I remembered the beginning and the end of the numbers 371 .............. 372. Then another paper with a number. I read it. He wished to be in the cave "Wine Cat". I stood in the attic at full height, reached the steps that appeared from nowhere. I went down them and ended up in a completely different place.

I ended up in a meadow surrounded by tall buildings. The buildings had balconies painted blue. It felt like I was creating this space myself.
Nearby appeared a girl whom I know in real life. She began to call me: "They say they went from here, there’s still nobody here." I did not pay attention to her, continued to search for people. I saw among the flowers a man in white robes. I thought it could be Clairvoyant.
The girl, on a hike, read my thoughts, as she went to the side of the peasant with the words: “I’m a plastic surgeon. When she reached him, I moved to my room.


I ended up in my room, holding two knives in my hands. I went towards the balcony. One knife has gone somewhere. I stand on the balcony and argue: "Here I am in the LD, what to do." I tried to create sprites below - it did not work. To create an item in the hand also failed. Then I decided to throw a knife and make it return to my hand. As soon as I threw him, I was immediately transferred to bed.

I lie in bed, around the sprites talking among themselves about something, there is zero attention to me. After some time I wake up already for real.

Findings:
1. Met a strange creature calf with a frog face.
2. I could not find the entrance to the dining room, although it is in real life.
3. Confessed after I pulled myself up through the ceiling.
4. I saw strange papers with numbers.
5. The wine cat cave - it was an experiment on another forum - to get into the cave's dream space. "Wine Cat" - created this cave in his LD. A separate sign was blue.
6. Felt that I myself create this space, or rather, my subconscious.
7. An interesting girl character. Acted quite reasonably.
8. Create sprites and create an object by the power of thought did not work.
9. The knife, like a boomerang, did not return to the hand.
10. Caught FW - false waking.

33 ОС. Вещий сон про лампочку. 25 декабря 2011

Итак сниться мне сон, что я нахожусь в своей комнате. Свет начинает мигать , потом отключается, на некоторое время включился заново. Я иду проверять в подъезд - всё ли там в порядке. В подъезде свет тоже мигает. Захожу домой на кухню беру яйцо размером с лампочку, и ещё одно поменьше - пошёл вкручивать. Мама мне говорит: "Нет это не подойдёт здесь резьба другая". Дотрагиваюсь до яйца - оно хрупкое. Иду обратно на кухню разбиваю эти яйца на сковородку, делаю яичницу так сказать. Возвращаюсь уже в зал, там тоже выключается свет. Бабушка говорит: "Может свет отключили". "Нет", -говорю я: "Видишь телевизор то работает". Захожу опять в спальню. Там то же лежит бабушка. Начинаю её перетаскивать к той которая в зале. Тут и осознаюсь.
"Стоп, что за бред?! Почему две бабушки. А это сон!"
Спрайт бабушки тут же исчезает. Я начинаю хлопать в ладоши, говоря - Свет зажгись. Не зажёгся. Закрываю глаза, с желанием, что когда открою свет был. Не вышло. Закрываю ещё раз глаза, и чувствую, что меня вытягивает из сна. Сопротивляться не стал - уж больно, мне не нравилась атмосфера этого сна.

После этого опять заснул, запомнил несколько снов, но осознания в них уже не было. Уже утром в реале включаю в комнате свет, и бац! Лампочка перегорает. Беру другую, вкручиваю. Свет зажёгся и тут же погас - вторая перегорела. Вкручиваю третью - вообще не включается, с резьбой не порядок был. Только когда вкрутил четвёртую, тогда свет появился.

Выводы:
1. Приснился вещий сон. Хотя и бытового плана.
2. Первоначально был неосознанный сон с мигающим светом и яйцом-лампочкой.
3. Осознался из-за того, что увидел двух одинаковых персонажей.
4. Зажечь свет не получилось. Метод желания не сработал.

33 LD. A prophetic dream about a light bulb. December 25, 2011

So I have a dream that I am in my room. The light starts blinking, then turns off, for a while it turns on again. I'm going to check the staircase landing - is everything okay there. At the staircase landing, the light also flashes.
I go home to the kitchen and take an egg the size of a light bulb, and another smaller one - I went to screw it.
Mom says to me: "No, it won’t fit here another thread." I touch the egg - it is fragile. I’m going back to the kitchen, breaking these eggs into a frying pan, making scrambled eggs, so to speak.
I am already returning to the hall, the light also turns off there. Grandmother says: "Maybe the lights went out." “No,” I say: “You see the TV is working.”

I go back to the bedroom. There is the same grandmother. I begin to drag it to the one in the hall. Here I also confess.
"Stop, what nonsense ?! Why two grandmothers. And this is a dream!"
Grandma’s sprite immediately disappears. I begin to clap my hands, saying - Light come on. Do not light up.
I close my eyes, with the desire that when I open the light was. It didn’t work out. I close my eyes again, and I feel that I am being pulled out of dream. I didn’t resist - it was painful, I didn’t like the atmosphere of this dream.

After that he again fell asleep, remembered several dreams, but there was no longer awareness in them. Already in the morning in real life I turn on the light in the room, and bam! The light goes out. I take another, screw in. The light came on and immediately went out - the second burned out. I screw the third one - it does not turn on at all, there was no order with the thread. Only when I twisted the fourth, then the light appeared.

Findings:

1. I had a prophetic dream. Although a domestic plan.
2. Initially, there was an unconscious dream with a blinking light and an egg-bulb.
3. Confessed due to the fact that he saw two identical characters.
4. The light failed. The desire method did not work.

32 ОС. Комп во сне. Вторая попытка позвонить Nomad.
24 декабря 2011
Осознался сидя за компом. Сидел в интернете, браузер был открыть - искать не понадобилось. Решил в поиски набрать своё имя. Выпал сначала Бунин, потом Блок. Своего имени я так и не нашёл. Тогда решил в поиске набрать Nomad выпало имя Виктория, потом какая то картинка и расплывчатыми английскими буквами на этой картинке надпись Paste. Время от времени в интернете появлялось видео. Сильно разглядывать я его не стал, чтобы не попасть в сюжет. Вспомнил, что читал на форуме, как просовывали руки сквозь экран телевизора. Решил проверить это на экране монитора. Ага щас, проверил - стекло, как и в реале! Было заметно, что персонажи бегающие в видео время от времени смотрят на меня. Тогда я решил нацелить на них палец и "расстрелять". Получилось, многие персы полегли за экраном монитора Smile. Сам же я никаких ощущений не испытывал. Оторвался от экрана монитора. Решил на этот раз позвонить Nomad через домашний телефон. Поднимаю трубку, мне голос "телефонистки" говорит: "Наберите исходящие номера". Сработала логика сна. Набрать исходящие номера - это значит набрать все кнопки, кроме кнопки входящие. Набираю, слышу женский голос, читающий какую то лекцию о спасении мира. Я прерываю этот голос и спрашиваю: "Ты Nomad?" Голос замолк, и никакого ответа не дал. Забыл написать, что всё это время я записывал во сне результаты своих наблюдений на листочек, чтобы не забыть в реале.
Поговорив по телефону я решил пойти на кухню. На кухни сидели мама и бабушка. Осознанность ослабла. Мне пришла в голову мысль, что я сейчас в реалтайме, они же сидят сейчас в реале, и не видят меня. Походил вокруг них. Попробовал просунуть руку сквозь них, вроде как получилось, но я в этом не уверен. Тут ещё возник один момент: Я наблюдал как мама пьёт чай из банки сгущёнки, её чувствами. Т.е как бы вошёл в её тело. После решил выйти к соседям, но передумал. Решил проверить найду ли я несуразности в разговоре между мамой и бабушкой. Несуразности я не нашёл, но их было полно. В этот момент я ещё спрайтам задавал вопросы, на некоторые из них они отвечали, а некоторые игнорировали. Смысл их фраз сводился к тому, что мама случайно ушла в тапочках на работу (и это зимой то). Далее про маминого начальника, что он вылил себе стакан воды на пузо. И они на работе думали, что он шутит, а оказывается он больной и чёрный как в скафандре. На этом бреде я и проснулся.

Выводы:
1. Во сне можно лазить в интернете. Страницы отличаются от реальных.
2. Просунуть руку сквозь компьютерный экран не вышло.
3. Удалось пальцем расстрелять персонажей в экране компа.
4. В телефоне ответил голос телефонистки.
5. В ОСе сбоила логика. Частично терял осознанность.
6. Вошел в тело персонажа. Почувствовал ее чувства.
7. Не сумел во сне найти несуразности в разговоре, хотя их было навалом.

32 LD. Comp in a dream. The second attempt to call Nomad.
December 24, 2011

Confessed to sitting at the computer. I sat on the Internet, the browser was open - no need to search. I decided to search for my name. Bunin fell first, then Block. I never found my name. Then I decided to search for typing Nomad the name Victoria fell out, then some kind of picture and the words Paste in vague English letters in this picture.
From time to time a video appeared on the Internet. I did not look at it strongly, so as not to get into the plot. I remembered reading on the forum how they put their hands through the TV screen. I decided to check it on the monitor screen. Yeah right now, I checked - glass, as in real life!
t was noticeable that the characters running in the video occasionally look at me. Then I decided to point a finger at them and “shoot”. It turned out that many characters were killed behind the monitor screen.
I myself did not experience any sensations. I looked up from the monitor screen.


I decided this time to call Nomad via my home phone. I pick up the phone, the voice of the "telephone operator" says to me: "Dial outgoing numbers." The logic of dream worked. To dial outgoing numbers means to dial all the buttons except the incoming button.
I gather, I hear a female voice, giving some lecture on saving the world. I interrupt this voice and ask: "Are you Nomad?" The voice fell silent, and did not give any answer.
I forgot to write that all this time I wrote in a dream the results of my observations on a piece of paper, so as not to forget in real life.

After talking on the phone, I decided to go to the kitchen. Mom and grandmother sat in the kitchen. Awareness weakened. It occurred to me that I was now in "realtimeworld", they are now sitting in real life and they don’t see me.
I walked around them. I tried to stick my hand through them, sort of happened, but I'm not sure about that.

There was another moment: I watched my mother drink tea from a can of condensed milk, her feelings. Ie as if entered her body.

After that I decided to go to the neighbors, but changed my mind. I decided to check whether I would find absurdities in the conversation between mom and grandmother. I did not find absurdity, but they were full. At this point, I still asked sprites questions, they answered some of them, and some ignored. The meaning of their phrases boiled down to the fact that mom accidentally left in slippers for work (and this is winter). Further, about my mother’s boss, that he poured himself a glass of water on his belly. And at work they thought that he was joking, but he turned out to be sick and black as in a spacesuit. On this nonsense, I woke up.

Findings:
1. In a dream, you can climb on the Internet. Pages are different from real ones.
2. Putting your hand through the computer screen did not work.
3. I managed to shoot characters with my finger on the computer screen.
4. The telephone operator answered in the telephone.
5. The logic failed in the LD. Partially lost consciousness.
6. Entered the character’s body. I felt her feelings.
7. I was not able in a dream to find absurdities in the conversation, although they were in bulk.

31 ОС.Позвонить Nomad.
24 декабря 2011
Проснулся утром наверное ещё в 4 утра. Стал засыпать повторяя про себя фразу: "Позвонить Nomad, позвонить Nomad…" Снится сон, будто я держу на кровати сотовый телефон и набираю Nomad. Типа у меня в списке контактов он был. Долгое время набирал, потом додумался поднести к уху. Сразу слышу голос, но мешают помехи. Практически ничего не разобрал, но сказал предмет. Потом думаю, а вдруг я в реале разговариваю. Возникает ЛП, где мама меня спрашивает который час. Просыпаюсь по настоящему - мама спит. Снова лег спать.

Выводы:
0) Это был первый ОС за ночь из двух.
1) В телефоне помехи мешали услышать слова.
2) Словил ложное просыпание.

31 LD. Call Nomad.
December 24, 2011

I woke up in the morning probably at 4 a.m. I began to fall asleep repeating to myself the phrase: “Call Nomad, call Nomad ...” I have a dream, as if I were holding a cell phone on the bed and dialing Nomad. Like in my contact list he was. I typed for a long time, then I thought of bringing it to my ear. Immediately I hear a voice, but the interference is in the way. Almost did not understand, but said the subject. Then I think, and suddenly I'm talking in real life. There is a false waking up, where my mother asks me what time it is. I wake up for real - mom is sleeping. I went to bed again.

Findings:
0) It was the first LD in a night of two.
1) In the phone, interference prevented me from hearing words.
2) I caught false waking.

30 ОС. Перемещение методом желания.
20 декабря 2011
Я с другом нахожусь в каком то заброшенном цеху. Осознания пока не было. Я спустился на землю. Друг остался на крыше цеха. Тут я попробовал взлететь к другу. Не вышло. Тогда я подпрыгнул и подогнул колени - делал так в предыдущих Осах ,тогда результат был- парение в метре над землёй, сейчас же я от земли оторвался только на 1 см, практически ничего. Подумал: "Значит в этом сне летать нельзя" После этой фразы окончательно понял, что я во сне, взглянул на руки и вылетел. Но не проснулся.

Оказался в неком помещении. Людей там не было. Заново понял, что я во сне. Подумал, что надо закрепиться, но тут возникла странность - напрочь отсутствовали не только тактильные ощущения, но и ощущения сновиденного тела вообще. Понял, что если я сейчас стану закрепляться, то вылечу из сна. С передвижением то же возникли проблемы - мог двигаться только держась за стенку это раз, во вторых когда хотел пойти как обычно ногами, меня вынесло из сновиденного тела в "позицию наблюдателя", и я видел (причём в крайне плохом качестве), как моё сновиденное тело шагает на одном и том же месте. Методом желания я стал передвигаться. Смотрел в конец коридора, желал что хочу передвинутся туда, и медленно начинал перемещаться в ту сторону держась за стенку.

Вышел на лестничную площадку. Посмотрел вниз за проём - казалось что я нахожусь в высоком здании 9-этажке минимум. Выше меня тоже были этажи. Стал спускаться, подумал, что лестница может продолжатся бесконечно, а я так не хочу. Желание тут же исполнилось. Спускаюсь сначала 6 этаж. Нумерация на стенке 0, затем 3, а потом первый. Вышел на улицу.

Подумал, что я в "О. -реальное название посёлка". Если же судить по реалу, то местность другая. Примерно так. В реале стоит белая девятиэтажка перпендикулярно к ней кирпичная пятина (из серого кирпича) дом из которого я вышел, в реале есть только пятиэтажный, но подъездами повёрнут в другую сторону. Во сне же он развёрнут приставлен в плотную к девятине, что загораживает выход со двора, и так же увеличен в размерах.
Я огибаю девятиэтажку и подхожу к первому подъезду. Вспомнил про эксперимент с Nomad подобрал с Земли какой-то предмет, и трансформировал его в свой. Размеры вправду отличались от реального. Подошёл к подъезду. Открыл дверь и стал звать Nomad - никто на зов не явился. Подошёл ко второй двери, открыл её протянул руку и…... сон закончился.

Открываю глаза вижу у себя в комнате телевизор. Непонятно на чём он стоял, но был на уровне моего роста, если бы я встал с кровати. Телевизор маленький, чёрный, Sony - так написано было. Cзади антенна-"Усы". Сам телик был включён, но не работал - "Белый шум". Вспомнил, что до этого читал на форуме про эксперимент с просовыванием руки сквозь телевизор. Подумал встать, что ли попробовать, но понял если встану то проснусь, отвернулся от него и попробовал уснуть.

Открыл глаза из-за того что в них попадал свет от монитора компа. Понял что лежу не на своей кровати. Рядом с компом сидят мои одногрупники. Сначала увидел двоих, потом, когда встал, увидел, что вокруг сидят ещё больше. Они разговаривали, только если их спросишь. Я сказал, что это сон, а вы всего лишь проекции реальных личностей. Проекции возмущатся не стали, просто молча посмотрели на меня. Вспомнил про эксперимент, подумал: "так предмет там лежит, где моя настоящая кровать". Решил выйти в соседнюю комнату. Ага сейчас, меня обратно выкинуло в эту. Попробовал ещё раз, причём возмущался мне мол надо бабушку в соседней комнате повидать. На этот раз выйти получилось. Бабушка лежит на своей кровати и спрашивает:
"Зачем внучёк видеть меня хотел?" Ничего ей не отвечаю, прекрасно понимаю, что это тоже проекция. Подумал, что стоит выйти на балкон и проснулся от звонка будильника.

Выводы:
1. Не получилось высоко взлететь.
2. Перекинуло в другую локацию.
3. Хоть здание было пятиэтажное снаружи, внутри лестница была почти что бесконечна.
4. Передвигался методом желания. Желал сдвинуться туда и там оказывался. С обычной ходьбой были проблемы.
5. Дом примыкал вплотную к девятине.
6. Словил два ложных просыпания.


30 LD. Moving by the method of desire.
December 20, 2011

I am in a abandoned workshop with a friend. There was no awareness yet. I went down to earth. A friend stayed on the roof of the workshop. Then I tried to fly to a friend. It didn’t work out. Then I jumped up and bent my knees - I did so in previous lucid dreams, then the result was - hovering a meter above the ground, now I’ve come off only 1 cm from the ground, practically nothing. I thought: “So you can’t fly in this dream.” After this phrase, I finally realized that I was in a dream, looked at my hands and flew out. But did not wake up.

I ended up in a certain room. There were no people there. I realized again that I was in a dream. I thought that it was necessary to gain a foothold, but here a strange thing arose - at all there were not only tactile sensations, but also sensations of a dreaming body in general. I realized that if I now begin to gain a foothold, I’ll cure myself of dream.
The same problems arose with movement - I could only move holding on to the wall this time, and secondly, when I wanted to go with my feet as usual, I was taken out of my dreaming body into the “observer position” and I saw (and in extremely poor quality) how my dream the body walks in the same place.
By the method of desire, I began to move around. I looked at the end of the corridor, wished that I wanted to move there, and slowly began to move in that direction, holding on to the wall.

I went out onto the landing. I looked down the aperture - it seemed that I was in a tall 9-story building at least. There were floors above me too. I began to go down, I thought that the stairs could go on forever, but I don’t want to. The wish was immediately fulfilled. I go down first to the 6th floor. The numbering on the wall is 0, then 3, and then the first. I went outside.

I thought that I was in "O. - the real name of the village." Judging by the reality, the terrain is different.
Like that. In real life there is a white nine-story building perpendicular to it with a five-story brick (gray brick) house from which I came out, in real life there is only a five-story building, but the entrances are turned in the opposite direction. In a dream, he is deployed, placed in a tight nine, which blocks the exit from the yard, and is also enlarged in size.
I go around the nine-story building and go up to the first entrance. I remembered about the experiment with Nomad, picked up some object from the Earth, and transformed it into mine. The sizes really differed from the real one. I went up to the porch. I opened the door and began to call Nomad - no one came to the call. I went to the second door, opened it, extended my hand and ... ... the dream was over.

I open my eyes and see the television in my room. It is not clear what it was standing on, but it was at the level of my height if I got out of bed. The TV is small, black, Sony - it was written that way. The antenna behind is the Mustache. The telly itself was turned on, but did not work - "White noise".I remembered that before that I read on the forum about an experiment with sticking my hands through the TV. I thought about getting up, or trying, but I understood that if I get up, I wake up, turned away from him and tried to sleep.

I opened my eyes due to the fact that they received light from the computer monitor. I realized that I was not on my bed. My classmates are sitting next to the computer. At first I saw two, then when I got up, I saw that they were sitting around even more. They only talked if you ask them. I said that this is a dream, and you are just projections of real personalities. The projections did not become indignant, they just looked at me silently.
I remembered about the experiment, I thought: "so the subject lies where my real bed is."
I decided to go into the next room. Yeah now, I was thrown back into this one. I tried again, and I was indignant at the supposedly need to see my grandmother in the next room. This time it turned out. Grandma lies on her bed and asks: "Why did the grandson want to see me?" I don’t answer anything, I understand perfectly well that this is also a projection. I thought it was worth going out onto the balcony and woke up from the alarm.

Findings:
1. It did not work out to fly high.
2. Threw to another location.
3. Although the building was five-story outside, inside the staircase was almost endless.
4. Moved by the method of desire. I Wished to move there and ended up there. There were problems with walking.
5. The house adjoined close to the ninth.
6. I caught two false spills.

non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid FA / AP

Semi-lucid jumps through different times and places. E.g. Watching some japanese kids graduation ceremony in a school.
Then staying a while at a really nice place where people from my sangha are settling. There are two locations with bungalows in green hills. I am staying in one, but taking a bus to the other, out of curiosity. In there people are gathering in the garden and enjoying a spontaneous party. It gets late for me to go back to my location, so I kinda stay there, but no place to sleep.

I reencounter Evangelion, he is married now, but we kiss and without much talking we plan to see each other secretly. To avoid text messages and phone calls, he subscribed to a local paper I just had with me and we post ads with appointments to meet that only we can understand. The location is a kind of a motel in a train station. We meet there. We don't talk much. We start getting comfortable, I prepare to take a shower, but he challenges me to talk for a bit. So we lay down in bed and talk. He asks me if I have any big regret. I think hard and first say no, but then start telling him the story about Wolfboy and how we were in love and he proposed to me. Someone knocks on the door. I go check and see a woman looking angry. It's not his wife, so I open, but in an angle she can't see Evangelion anyway. She asks if I am alone, I say yes, she calls me a liar, says she heard two voices talking and one was a man. I say go away and shut the door to her face. But there is another door on the back and someone knocks there too. I tell Evangelion to hide as I send her away but she just barges in with another woman, they see him crawling away but don't see who he is. Anyway they don't know any of us. They just start preaching that they are some kind of women's league for the protection of marriages and they disrupt lovers meeting.

29 ОС. Передать предмет Nomad.
18 декабря 2011
Я Осознался на открытой местности. Сразу вспомнил про эксперимент с Nomad - передать загаданный мной предмет. Так как дверей вокруг не было, я решил подойти к спрайту и спросить знает ли он Nomad. Спрайт был в виде моего друга.
-Ты Nomad Знаешь?
-Нет
-А кто ты такой? Что ты тут делаешь знаешь?
-Не знаю
Было видно, что спрайт загрузился. Тогда я решил протянуть ему предмет, посмотреть что он с ним сделает. Спрайт не долго думая взял, рассмотрел его и выкинул его в море. Пришлось идти искать предмет. Когда я его нашёл проснулся.

Выводы:
1. В то время я проводил эксперимент с пользователем Nomad. Пытался передать камень во сне. Передать не вышло. Nomad загаданный предмет так и не узнала.


29 LD. Transfer the item to Nomad.
December 18, 2011

I realized in the open terrain. I immediately remembered the experiment with Nomad - to convey the subject I had envisioned. Since there were no doors around, I decided to go to the sprite and ask if he knew Nomad. Sprite was in the form of my friend.
-You Nomad you know?
-Not
-And who are you? What are you doing here know?
-I do not know
It was clear that the sprite was loading. Then I decided to give him an object, to see what he would do with it. Sprite took it without hesitation, examined it and threw it into the sea. I had to go look for an item. When I found him I woke up.

Findings:
1. At that time, I was conducting an experiment with a Nomad user. Tried to pass the stone in a dream. Transfer failed. Nomad did not recognize the hidden object.

Throughout the night I recalled only fragments that went nowhere. They would always come in pairs. Strangely was that one of the two would always dance around the border of lucidity. In one of these encounters I was delving in the concept of lucidity with someone else. In another, my dream self would always feel unease around the oddness of the dream world. I was always present during their runtime.

When I opened my eyes prior to this last dream, it was already 10:30 am. I debated in my head if a WBTB felt proper. I decided not to. There was a thought inside my head this morning. A belief, that if I could by any chance stretch another hour of sleep, I would become lucid in a dream. I tossed and turned and long enough a sense of sluggishness reeled in. I wasn't aware when I had fallen asleep.

* * *

After tossing and turning for what felt like hours, I gave up. I remember feeling pretty ordinary and awake. I hold still for a few seconds, should a final memory reveal itself. When I opened my eyes, I saw a different bedroom. It was a place that existed in reality, my own bedroom (I'm currently staying somewhere else). To my right lied two more beds. The last one was disheveled and covered in clothing. The table at the end, opposite the beds, was empty. A large window stood in front of it. The light was on and colored the space in a strong orange tint. I felt like grabbing some breakfast after taking a shower.

While I grabbed a pair of socks, a t-shirt and some shorts from the pile of clothes, my father entered. He sported a plain white shirt, some shorts and sandals. I notice a laptop on his hands, as well as a small black device that looks like some sort of radio receiver. Upon seeing it I took for granted it was a speaker for the laptop. He sits and places his belongings on the table and watches T.V.

I hadn't decided yet what I wanted to wear and juggle too many socks on my hands. I remember there was a dark shirt around the pile I wanted to grab but I couldn't find it.

Dad senses the struggle and asks while watching, "Need any help?".

"Uh, no," I respond.

I stop for a moment and contemplate for a second. Looking back to the light I think, perhaps I overslept into the night and it's already late. Lowering my eyes, I notice I already have the shirt I want on my hands.

After closing the bathroom door I sit on the toilet. I don't know why, but I keep looking at my hands. As I stretch them out in front of me, I notice they're unnaturally pale. My vision is a bit weird also, like someone decided to drop a visual effect on the scene. I turn back to my hands and stare for long seconds. I stare… my eyes widen, oh my god, I'm dreaming!!! This is a dream! I'm dreaming, I'm dreaming, I'm dreaming!. I am beyond excited. The reality check worked! It finally worked!.

Thrilled, I turn my gaze towards the door. I sense fear.

A monster or demon lies on the other side of this door.

I come back to my senses. Don't be a fool! Remember that expectation rules in this place. If you do not give it focus, nothing will happen.

I become hesitant. The door appears menacing, towering in front of me. I try a different approach. A primitive reaction fills inside me. Women! Yes, if I open the door and imagine beautiful women standing on the other side, it should work!. I have some doubts but open the door anyway.

A hallway stretches out for a good six meters or so. I can see a sink and a mirror far away. This passage is old. I can see the paint peeling off from the corners of its walls. They are painted evenly of dark bluish tones. As I walk around the narrow path fear has already left me. I'm so happy for my success, I don't know what to do! I notice how I'm walking for the first time in my dream. It's like in the book! A mental intention, not a physical one.

I try speaking, but no sound comes out. I try shouting with greater strength, but the sounds are muffled as if being underwater. I look up at the ceiling and think of flying. Will I make it happen? I try setting my intention clear. I want to will myself up but I'm afraid I will crash on the ceiling. Nothing happens.

A vibratory sensation penetrates my sides. It is a strong, uncomfortable feeling. I realize the dream is about to collapse. I can feel it getting stronger, and when engulfed by it I'm already awake.

* * *

Turns out the practice was successful. After one long 3 year break from this hobby, it only took 11 days to get back in the game. I must continue the practice, I can do this. We, can do this.

28 миниОС Лифт.
13 декабря 2011
Я был в незнакомой квартире вместе с мамой в многоэтажном здании на 6 этаже. Вышел в подъезд и спустился на первый этаж. Внизу по ступенькам стал подниматься мужик. Почему то он у меня вызвал опасения. Я поскорее вызвал лифт и поехал, как думал на 6-ой. Но лифт стал подниматься и опускаться. Очень долгое время он так и ездил вверх-вниз. Двери не открывались. Я стал нажимать на кнопки стоп и вызов. Кнопки были необычной формы - круглые и большие без всяких знаков; кнопок этажей так же не видел только эти две стоп и вызов. В конце концов лифт остановился на восьмом. Я вышел спустился два этаже по ступенькам, и стал вспоминать в какую квартиру надо зайти. Вспомнил, квартира была за серо-зелёной железной дверью. Дверь была открыта - вообще у меня всегда во сне все двери открытые.

Зайдя внутрь попытался закрыть дверь. Понял, что я во сне, и дверь закрывать не имеет смысла. Успел увидеть маму сидящую на полу в коридоре, затем поглядел на свои руки и проснулся.

Выводы:
1. Осознание под конец сна сильно короткое, ничего не успел сделать.
2. Возможно мне частично помог осознаться лифт, хотя само осознание пришло позже.


28 miniLD lift.
December 13, 2011

I was in an unfamiliar apartment with my mother in a high-rise building on the 6th floor. I went out into the staircase and went down to the first floor. Down the stairs a man began to climb. For some reason, he aroused my concern. I quickly called the lift and drove off, as I thought on the 6th. But the lift began to rise and fall.
For a very long time he went up and down. Doors did not open. I began to press the stop and call buttons. The buttons were of unusual shape - round and large without any signs; Buttons of floors also did not see only these two stops and a call. In the end, the elevator stopped at the eighth.
I went down two floors down the stairs, and began to remember which apartment to go into. I remembered that the apartment was behind a gray-green iron door. The door was open - in general I always have all the doors open in a dream.

Going inside tried to close the door. I realized that I was in a dream, and it makes no sense to close the door. I managed to see my mother sitting on the floor in the corridor, then I looked at my hands and woke up.


Findings:
1. Awareness at the end of dream is very short, did not have time to do anything.
2. Perhaps the lift partially helped me realize, although awareness itself came later.

Awake/explanation
Normal dream
Lucid dream

Gonna start giving my dreams names, because it's more interesting than "WILD Attempt 13."

But, last night I was so worn out from going out in the morning, doing a bunch of homework afterwards, and then acting in improv for a couple hours that I headed to bed about to pass out at 11 PM. I set alarms for 2, 4, and 6 AM, but I slept completely through the 2 AM alarm, woke up at 4, and just turned the 6 AM alarm off (it's already sunny outside by like 5:15 anyway, I need to get a sleeping mask).

This dream also is not well remembered because I didn't voice memo it as soon as I woke up-- I actually fell asleep again for a couple hours and am typing it from memory.

Anyway:

11:30 PM - 4:00 AM

Knocked out. Hard sleep, don't remember any dreams, lol.

~4:15 AM - 9:00 AM

I wake up, turn my alarm off, and lie in bed for about 5 minutes staring at the ceiling lost in thought and drifting. I eventually force myself to get up (I really don't want to), use the bathroom, and then lie back down and try to WILD. I effectively just fall asleep instantly.

At some point however, I'm dreaming about being in my front yard again. I just can't really remember, but I think I may have WILDed into my bed, but not caught the false awakening, and as usual began walking out of my house, but not lucid. I'm not sure, but at some point I just had the thought, "this seems like a dream."

With this realization, I reached up and plugged my nose and blew a breath of air and was, like yesterday, kinda surprised that air went through. I turned to my right and looked over the fence to see there was a huge Pidgeotto (the Pokemon) and reached into air expecting to find a Pokeball. I did indeed come up with one, and lobbed it at him. It hit him, barely, and wobbled once as I was walking up, and he instantly popped back out. I didn't have another and he began charging me, and I took off running into my field-- starting to regret my attempt a little.

I heard a familiar "Pika" noise, and turned and noticed that a Pikachu was also running up the field, and there were further Pokeballs scattered along the field, I bent and scooped some up as I was running trying to avoid the Pidgeotto, and hit the Pikachu with one, caught it, and then sent it back out yelling at it to "Thundershock, or do something, please! Quick attack!?" (lol)

I think the quick attack command was the one that worked, and we defeated the Pidgeotto, which I then threw another Pokeball at and caught, sticking it in my pocket when it became tiny again. I found myself walking down the driveway holding the Pikachu in a bucket next, and I said something to it, and it started talking back like in Detective Pikachu. I can't remember what it said either, I just remember it presented me with a bow, and two quivers of arrows (which I somehow knew had 50 a piece inside them).

I fastened a quiver to my back, ignoring the ominous words of Pikachu, which I can't remember still, and headed into the street holding my bow. I didn't really know what to do now, and I recalled the mention from DVers that you could ask your dream characters things and sometimes get surprising answers. So I looked around me and found a friendly looking blonde man walking down the street (he was wearing khaki pants and brown shoes, had a blue-ish button-up shirt, and green-blue eyes), and ran up to him, saying, "Can you tell me where I can use this bow for something?" He kind of waved his hand and acted like he was apologetically dodging the question, and I said again, "No really, any idea at all, where can I use this bow?"

He mentioned there was a place down the road, but didn't say anything further, so I looked around again and found an Indian woman (as in, actual Indian, not Native American) walking on the other side of the street the opposite direction (she had a long multi-colored dress down to her ankles and black top, and black hair, with brown eyes). I walked across the street to her now and said, "That man said something was down the street where I could use this bow, do you know what he meant?"

She more quickly answered, "There's a war camp down the road about a mile where a bunch of warriors are stationed."

I thanked her and jogged down the road (the mile went by in probably 5 seconds, so I must be a record speed jogger), and found a dirt road offshoot of the main road and headed inside. The fact that I was brandishing my bow quickly set everyone to arms, I guess thinking I meant them harm. I shouted out that I didn't, but they didn't listen and began encroaching on me en masse, probably 40 people, and I started backing away and nocked an arrow in the bow.

In retrospect, almost as soon as this fight began I was drawn into the dream and lost my lucidity. I began quickly nocking arrows and shooting people around their various shields, in the legs, neck, whatever, but never fatally (not that I wasn't trying, I just wasn't very good with the bow). I eventually dropped the bow entirely and picked up a wooden shield, which elicited a laugh from someone nearby that I had picked up a shield being worked on instead of a finished one. A couple people laughed in response and I felt more threatened.

At some point, a person came up to me and swung a short sword at me, which I bashed away with my shield. It fell out of their hand, and I threw my shield down and set to work punching them in the face through their helmet, repeatedly, until they were backed up against the wall and I punched them a couple more times, brutally. I gave them a pretty bloody nose, and they slumped to the ground, but they weren't dead either.

This display of aggression seemed to set everyone into fear, and when I turned to face the rest of them, they backed away. Soon, people were lowering their weapons and simply eyeing me warily, as if they no longer wanted to fight. Amazed that this had happened, I set out to find the chieftain of the camp and ask him how I could participate, which is why I had come here in the first place.

When I found him, there was someone already speaking to him, and I guess charged with the anger and aggression of the previous moment and now lost in the dream (and my perception of myself as a gruff warrior following those events), I just pushed him out of the way by the shoulder.

I woke up almost instantly afterwards though. I went back to sleep for a little bit without recording the dream (oops), and then