lucid

Awake|Dreaming|Lucid

I'm in a city and I get lucid. I remember my goal about bending different elements and try to summon a fire but nothing happens. I remember my goal about meeting the bending master and decide to meet with the master. I scream out loud. "Master! Master!", but no one comes. I fly over the waters to an island and meet a group of people. I ask them where I can find the master of bending. They tell me to go back the way I came from. I fly to where I came from and think about how the trip to where I came from is different from when I fly the same way back. My vision is getting darker and I recognize this feeling. I'm going to wake up in my bed. It's all black and I feel my bed against my skin. I do a RC and know it's still a dream. My vision is black for a while and I walk against the window to fly out. The floor on the streets are gone. It's just white void there. I fly over a house and experience some special experiences. It's like I fly upside down and I'm not the one in control. The void is beautiful and I just hang with the dream. I remember my goal about meeting with the master again and start to fly to where I was going before. The flying is going pretty slowly and I try to speed it up pretty often, but it doesn't work. I finally come to the right place and I see a castle. I meet up with Klaus there and he greets me and says. "Ahh, you have come here to forfill your goal!" with his typical way of talking when he is to tell a joke that he thinks is funny. I say yes and ask him where the master is. He points into the castle but it is divided into three parts so I have to ask which part I shall go into. He says the one to the right. I enter it and I suddenly only have my dad's white underwear on me. I think to myself that this is a castle and I need better clothes if I want to meet with the prince. Some people with fancy suits comes up. I punch one really hard in order to take his clothes. I am disappointed over myself because I used violence against my DC and decide to just walk into the next room with only my underwear on me. I walked pretty quickly because there were people who saw me when I hit the man. There is a biograph and the prince of Sweden is the one hosting it. There are brown blankets on each chair and I take one to cover myself with. The prince says something and he is the master I've been looking for. I decide to watch the movie before I talk to him. The movie starts. Someone in the movie says something about hands and shoulders (all my dreams are in swedish) and a woman in the audience repeats the sentence as if the sentence had wrong gramatics in it. I repeat the sentence in my head but decides that the sentence was right. After a while the move comes out of the screen and I see it right in front of me. There is a dirt pile and some insects fighting each other. I wonder when it is going to end so I can meet with the master. I interact with the dirt pile and move an insect. There is a dog and a child too. I feel as the dream fades...

Awake|Dreaming|Lucid

I'm in my house on the upper floor and chasing small monsters that are going to kill us. I have a laser pointer and using it to glow under beds in order to kill the small monsters. I communicate with the other persons in the room and looking if they find anything. I'm now on the lower floor and I'm hearing things upstairs, I know it's a monster. I know it's a dream but it's only semi lucid. I test out what weapons I can use against the monster upstairs. I shoot some blue energy balls and think it will do. I fly up the stairs to my sister's room. There are two people and a monster there! I think to myself that my superpowers won't work against the monster. I use my superpowers to shoot him with some blue energy balls but it has no effect. I use my other superpower and shoots yellow beams to cut his head off. It works and his head goes off. He still talks and reattaches his head. I use my yellow beams again and use my telekenisis to put the head on the cealing. I say something to the two people in the room about the head. There is going to be a council about how to punish this monster that can't die. I lose myself into the dream story. I walk outside the room by the toilet and there are a lot of Harry Potter characters there. I see Malfoy. There are three different groups there. All the Huffelpuff members, Slitherin members and Gryffindor members (rip Ravenclaw. They were excluded from my dream). I know I'm Harry Potter now and I'm a member of Gryffindor. I get to choose one more time which household I should join. I say I want to join Slytherin even tough Malfoy is my enemy. I regret my decision immediately. I hover over the ground with my back just hanging and my arms hanging too. I hover with my head held down and I'm really depressed.

I’m gonna skip the first part; it was a boring non-lucid about checking my reddit messages.

Then I woke up and decided to check my reddit messages for real. I logged on and didn’t question why I wsn’t logged in already, or why it said “pepper” instead of “password”, but I did question why the site switched to French when I logged in. I fully believed I was awake and this was just a silly website glitch, but I did a reality check anyway. I struggled to count my fingers (I blamed sleep deprivation for my sudden inability to focus), but I thought I counted six. This didn’t seem right, so I repeated my RC: six fingers. I was dreaming.

I didn’t get my usual rush of excitement, maybe because of the confusion and difficulty surrounding the RC, but that was a good thing, because it actually allowed me to stop and think instead of running around and acting on impulse.

I asked myself what my goals were for this dream (first time I remembered) and recalled that one of the DV beginner goals was to look around and describe my surroundings. I began with my pillowcase (which looked almost like in real life except the circles on it were brown and only one shade of blue) and described it out loud as being “black and tan”. Then I realized I’d got the colors wrong and tried again, though I don’t remember what I said the second time.

Suddenly, my vision went black. I was afraid I was waking up but reminded myself to keep calm. I could still feel my dream body, so I walked across the room, hoping to anchor myself in the dream world. It worked, and my vision returned briefly. I don’t remember what happened next, but shortly after, my vision turned black again and I could feel my body in bed. I knew on some level I was still asleep, but I also knew I was waking up. I could hear birds chirping outside, so I figured I’d reached the “point of no return” of waking up and opened my eyes.

Funny enough, the birds turned out to be part of the dream. When I woke up, I couldn’t hear any birds, just the neighbors talking.

Awake/explanation
Normal dream
Semi-lucid dream
Lucid dream

This is a collection of 3 dreams. This is the first attempt I've made to become lucid in several years, and it was successful! But not through the method I was trying.

Sometime before 2:30 AM
I dreamed that I was an official content censor for some kind of fascist regime, but even as an editor of content was victim to extreme regulations. I worked in an open office surrounded by other workers and was encouraged not to move from my post or stop working. I remember trying to move unsuccessfully a few times but only small bits of this dream stayed with me.

2:30-4:45 AM
I dreamed that my school had a 'software hit-list' of things they wanted coded for them (I'm a CS major) and one of these was a more secure meeting method. Someone had coded this and randomly instated me as a moderator because I was a CS major, and I realized that all CS majors were given such honors for reasons unclear (we are not generally known for our people skills, lol). Anyway, I hopped on a bus, the physical representation of this new forum for students of my university. I also decided that if I was a moderator, I'd try to be a good moderator, and make sure nobody was doing anything wrong. So I scoped out the area around me.

Next to me a guy was sitting in a trench coat and sunglasses, and I tried to look past him to see what was on his other side without bothering him. There was just a window, and in the end he did see me trying to look around him and gave me a funny look, so I apologized and looked forwards again. I sorta realized in that moment that I was being stupid trying to moderate just because it was written on my name, and started behaving normally riding the bus again.

It gets a bit fuzzy here, but I recall a friend from high-school being on the bus, and lying in the floor. I woke up again later.

4:45 AM-7:30 AM
And here's the meat, the lucid dream. I woke up, used the restroom (I had drunk a glass of water so that I would wake up in the middle of the night), laid down again, meditated for a few minutes while counting my breaths. When I lost count I rolled on my side and began counting my breaths again, trying to fall asleep. And then I did fall asleep! But not lucid.

I can't remember this dream back all the way, but the first thing I remember was playing baseball with a bunch of kids. I guess I was a kid too, I'm not really sure. At one point, we were playing on an abandoned lot, and the pitcher's mound was in the middle of a partially constructed scaffolding (inconvenient), and I was pitching. Batting was a girl who I went to high-school with who was well known for throwing hissy fits when things didn't go her way (no offense to her, I'm sure she's more adult now, but we were all probably 12 or 13 in this dream...). She was indeed throwing such a hissy fit because I was pitching too fast at her. So I lobbed one slowly to let her have her way.

She immediately smacked it and sent it flying into the scaffolding I was standing in, and I picked it up and tried to turn to look to throw it to first base, but I couldn't see first base. I then turned and saw second base was also obstructed, so I turned some more and threw it to someone who was running up from near third base. Of course, when I threw it to him, he missed it, I felt silly for throwing it too hard, and he turned and ran after it. Within those precious moments, two opposing runners had run up to my scaffolding and were standing at the edge yelling at me. I turned to look at them and hear what they were saying, which was that they were complaining that 1st base was a pit, so they had run to the pitcher's mound instead, and that should count as a home-run.

I'm not sure why I was allowed to decide but I shook my head yes and agreed, and the game was over (I guess they were already ahead). Soon, everyone congregated around the pitcher's mound/scaffolding and we started discussing that playing baseball here sucked (gee whiz). I suggested, from nowhere, that nearby was a series of under-construction houses where nobody lived, that was sure to have some open air nobody was using that we could play. It occurred to me we might accidentally break some windows or something, but I secretly figured we could probably get the heck out of there without getting caught if so (sorry construction workers, I was a kid in this dream, I swear!).

So off we set into this nearby construction area, and me and one other fairly small kid who couldn't have been more than 8 ended up going into a nearby house, and walking around inside, because nobody was there to stop us. As we were walking around looking I suddenly made a joking comment that the house was so empty, it almost seemed like a dream...

And the saying of such a thing is one of my well-known triggers (anytime something seems like a dream in real life, I tend to reality check reflexively just as a habit because I have said it in dreams many times and woke up frustrated I didn't become lucid). I reached up and plugged my nose and blew air through, and found I could breathe. Ta-da! My first night back at lucid dreaming a success, I felt pretty proud of myself and thought back to posting on Dreamviews the night before. I remembered reading an article about lucid dreaming to hype myself up and them talking about how realistic your hands are, so I looked down at them.

Then I set out after my small friend who was with me, and told him I was having a lucid dream! He looked at me like there was a giant spider on my head and began fast-walking away, so I walked after him saying, "No, really, look!" and tried to summon a baseball from thin air to show him. I tried several times, but my dream control has always been a bit wonky, and I couldn't get it to happen. I tried looking away from my hands and looking back. I tried closing my eyes and thinking "BASEBALL" (lol) and opening them and looking back, and nothing. Soon me and the kid were outside of the house standing in the grass, and I still didn't have a baseball. He looked pretty skeptical, and I suddenly feared me losing my lucidity to this goal of getting a baseball, so I said, "aw nevermind," and walked away from him.

Still marveling at all the weird wrinkly detail of my palms, I walked off towards the nearby woods. As I was walking along, the whole group of children I had been playing baseball with came to where we were and began asking if I had found a place to play baseball. I told them I wasn't looking anymore, really, but they could probably play somewhere near here if they still wanted to. They set off into the woods also (for some reason) so I followed them nearby, but quickly got distracted by a humongous ravine going down hundreds of feet, and instantly was taken with doing what I always do in lucid dreams: jumping off stuff and trying to fly.

I jumped off the edge into this enormous canyon and hovered my way down with my arms out, but as I stuck my arms out I was suddenly bothered by the feeling of my sheet on my bed (lol) and the feeling that it was like a wall blocking me from sticking my arm out all the way. This bothered me and also again, worried me I was waking up, so I pulled my arms in-front of me in more of a Superman position instead. I alighted down on a giant metal tower, crawling with futuristic soldiers.

My lucidity started to degrade a little here. I was no longer doing anything I wanted but getting sucked into the current of the dream, while aware I was dreaming somewhat.

These soldiers all began shooting at me, and, aware that I was dreaming, I stood my ground to see what they were shooting. As if in slow-motion, the shots came as a multitude of lasers, followed by a few canisters that looked like grenades. I started smacking these canisters back, and hitting various things on top of the tower and destroying them, eventually succeeding in knocking the soldiers off the tower I was on. Then a large docking bay door opened on the side of the canyon and I was being shot at once again. I once again tried hitting or grabbing and throwing the canisters, but they were far too far away (easily 100 meters). I settled on another plan, which was to forcefully punch parts of the tower towards that loading bay (ambitious).

And of course, as with my dream control, I punched them so lightly they simply limply fell off the tower. I tried harder, and harder, and soon was greeted with a (phony) percentage number indicating my percentage of full power that I was using (which I took for a real measurement, hence why I marked this lowered lucidity). I could only get this number to around 20%, which launched the things I was hitting a decent ways but not quite there. I heard someone call me a fool, and looked to my left to find, who else: Darth Vader, sitting in a chair.

I don't even really like Star Wars which makes this stranger, but anyway, he told me that I would never summon my full control in such a way. Suddenly finding myself curious at what he had to say, I think my lucidity started to come back up here.

I figured, who worse to steer me wrong than Darth Vader in a dream. But at the same time, maybe he would say something useful, so I urged him to continue and sat down next to him. He spoke cliches, telling me that I should 'let my emotions rule me,' and 'use my anger to summon my full power'. I nodded amicably and then noticed that I was now sitting beside him in a flying vehicle. In an act of defiance towards Mr. Vader but also in the interest of trying what he said, I screamed at the top of my lungs (haha) while grabbing the side of the car and pushing, and surely enough, I ripped off the entire right side of the car and part of the roof, and dropped it as we flew along. He didn't really say anything-- he didn't seem threatened but rather like I was acting like a child, and I felt mildly embarrassed (again, haha).

We soon rolled up at a small garage that I felt I recognized from another dream, and I simultaneously felt the dream was coming to an end. It was as if this was a final destination for me, and I could tell this by looking at it. I don't recall what the sign said fully, but I do recall it used a nickname of mine people have given me ("Loaf" a missaying of Life), and I looked around and at Darth Vader again. He didn't have much else to say, so I thanked him for his advice and said maybe I'd use it again later. Then I hopped out of the car and walked up to the shack, and as I was in the process of doing so...

My eyes opened and I hopped out of bed to get my coffee and write up this journal!

I found myself at an apartment or house that I didn't recognize. My father , mother and brother were with me and a few others I did not know. I became lucid when I realize I no longer had a room and yet found myself in one. I could see at my laptop where some of my anxiety was coming from. I tried several times to phase through the window. It did not work.

I then went downstairs and went through the door. I am now at my old town house walking. It was a nice sunny day and I decided to walk and ask myself, why am I having a lot of anxiety or nervousness. The inability to relax. However as I spoke to the sky no one answer me back.

It was then I felt my lucidity slip me and I went in to non lucid.

It's been some time since I last had a lucid dream. This morning I woke up in Hell.

I found myself waking up in a strange bed in a strange home. I don't know how I got there but I was not in fear because I felt I somehow belonged there. A person I didn't know came up to me and I felt I was with a friend when he asked me if I slept good. I asked him how long I was out and he replied it was for quite awhile. I said I was thirsty and would like some orange juice, so he opened the sliding door out to a patio and said to follow him.

There were large speakers on the patio playing odd music very loudly and he said he needs to collect a glass on a table in this other room across the patio to put the orange juice in. We enter that room which was dark except for the light coming in from the patio and the room appeared to be a dining room. The glass he picks up is seriously filthy and he says "of course I'm going to wash it first." So I follow him to the kitchen and he only rinses the glass then fills it with OJ and hands it to me with a smile. "Enjoy!" he says. I take a small sip and began to feel dizzy. Spotting a day bed near a table, I had to sit down but instead I lay down and pass out. When I awake, he is with me and I apologize for napping there but he said it was not a problem and was happy to see me fully awake. "You like horses, right?" he asks, and I nod my head. "Come, I have something to show you."

So I follow him outside and up a small steep hill is a dilapidated barn and going up the hill to it is his father on horseback followed by two small children. When I reach the barn with my friend, his father is bringing the mare to its foal. Hanging from the rafters by chains are two bleached skeletons of foals. "She's been spitting them out like rabbits" he says, "but we're not having much luck keeping them alive." I also see three mongrel dogs chained up near the foal just out of their reach but the way they were chained was bizarre cruelty.

One had several meat hooks in its body, each secured to chains. Another had a large fish hook in the corner of its left eye which was swollen shut and a rope was fastened to it. The other was tied up by its collar but it had been beaten severely with bloody scars all over it. The foal attempts to take suck while on its back because it can't rise up and the mares mammaries begin to stretch and droop very surreal like. The children laugh from the entertainment they're experiencing.

As I begin to say to my friend that he could end up in jail for animal cruelty, I realize he's not going to jail for anything but that I am in Hell. That's when I really woke up. I am in Hell. Just look around and see the whole world gone mad. Who is it fanning these flames? The authoritative mainstream media with the power of Hollywood under the direction of the CIA and DARPA which is all controlled by Communist Zionists. Duh. How will this story end? Very ugly I'm afraid, because the poor sheeple would rather be slaughtered than take responsibility for allowing Our Garden and all the children in it be vandalized by these enemies of righteousness and workers of evil. The End.

Awake|Dreaming|Lucid

It's dark. Suddenly my brother's thoughts are coming to me. I know it's a dream but I don't have the power to act because it's all dark.

Notes: I had more dreams but they ended up forgotten because I did some work and ate breakfast before I wrote in my DJ.

25 ОС. Вопросы другу.
7 декабря 2011

Я шёл с другом по незнакомой местности. Вспомнил про свой план и стал расспрашивать: Ты кто? Как тебя зовут? Друг отвечал медленно, приходилось переспрашивать. Имя он ответил правильно, а вот вместо фамилии сказал нецензурно: "сукин сын". Далее я спросил, что это за местность? Сам же несмотря на то что местность незнакомая воспринимал ее, как знакомую местность О. Друг же ответил: своротка на Б. - тоже реальная местность. Подумал, что у нас разное восприятие сна. Что он скорее всего сейчас спит и видит эту своротку. Далее задал ему два личных вопросов - на один он ответил иносказательно, хотя для меня ответ был понятным, на другой ответил кратко нет. На этом я проснулся.

Выводы:
1. Был уверен, что встретил во сне своего реального друга. В реале друг встречу не подтвердил.
2. Во сне я решил, что разные сновидящие по разному видят местность сна.
3. Забавно, что друг назвал вместо своей фамилии матершиное сочетание слов.

25 LD. Questions to a friend.
December 7, 2011

I walked with a friend in an unfamiliar area. I remembered my plan and began to ask: Who are you? What's your name?
A friend answered slowly, had to ask again. He answered the name correctly, but instead of the last name he said obscenely: "son of a bitch."
Then I asked what kind of terrain is it? Himself, despite the fact that the unfamiliar area perceived it as a familiar area O. The friend replied: the turnaround to B. is also a real place.
I thought that we have a different perception of dream. That he is probably sleeping now and sees this roll.
Then I asked him two personal questions - he answered allegorically to one, although for me the answer was clear, to the other he answered briefly no. On this I woke up.

Findings:
1. I was sure that I met my real friend in a dream. In real life, the friend did not confirm the meeting.
2. In a dream, I decided that different dreamers differently see the terrain of dream.
3. It is amusing that a friend named instead of his surname an obscene combination of words.

24 ОС. Двойник за окном.
7 декабря 2011

Осознался у себя дома на кухне. Попытался найти спрайтов, чтобы задать вопросы кто ты? Что это за место? и т.п Так как спрайтов не оказалось решил задать вопрос вслух. Раздался голос. Эффект такой будто часть моего сознания на эти же вопросы и отвечает, но несёт бессмысленный бред. Тогда я подошёл к окну и увидел какое-то двухэтажное здание и в нём был Я (мой двойник). Всё это на уровне окна, при условии, что я живу на 4 этаже - явное искривление пространства. Я задал пару личных вопросов - тот я ответил, но тут меня выкидывает в мою спальню. Ответы я не запомнил. Начинаю тереть дорошку руками, чтобы закрепиться. Тактильные ощущения реальны. Но увы не получилось - зачесалось физическое тело. Проснулся.

Выводы:
0. 7 декабря я видел два ОСа за ночь.
1. Столкнулся с эффектом голоса сновидения.
2. Увидел за окном с 4-го этажа здание. Причем второй этаж этого здания, был наравне с 4. Явное искривление пространства.
3. Видел своего двойника в том здании.
4. Тактильные ощущения реальны. Но закрепиться не удалось.

24 LD. Double outside the window.
December 7, 2011

Confessed at home in the kitchen. To ask questions, who are you? What kind of place is it? It did not turn out that he decided to ask the question out loud. There was a voice. The effect is as if a part of my consciousness answers the same questions, but carries senseless nonsense.
Then I went to the window and saw some kind of two-story building and in it was I (my double).
All this at the window level, provided that I live on the 4th floor - a clear curvature of the space.
I asked a couple of personal questions - that I answered, but then me throws me into my bedroom. I did not remember the answers.
I begin to rub the powder (carpet) with my hands to gain a foothold. Tactile sensations are real. But alas, it did not work out - the physical body was combed. Awoke.

Findings:
0. December 7, I saw two LD per night.
1. Faced with the effect of the voice of a dream.
2. I saw a building outside the window from the 4th floor. Moreover, the second floor of this building was on a par with 4. Explicit curvature of space.
3. I saw my double in that building.
4. Tactile sensations are real. But failed to gain a foothold.

I typed this up in great detail, and then the page reloaded and didn't save any of it. SO here's the much shorter run down.
MCT oil, raw honey, melotonin, and tincture blend (African dream root, bobinsana root, blue lotus, calea z, mugwort, lemon balm, damiana) around 10:45, asleep by 11. Multiple dreams and multiple Lucids, woke up several times but the dreams continued each time, so here's the important stuff I remember.

Theres a party in my apartment, lots of people are hanging out. Someone does a hit of coke in my kitchen, causing me to question the situation. I look at my hands. Tooooo many fingers. I tell someone else to look at her hands, she agrees with me, this is a dream.
I go to my room to go to bed, the apartment is empty now, my roommate says something to me. I look at my hands again, yes this is still a dream. I grab some pillows off my bed, sit on the floor to meditate. Several Om Mani Padme Hums later, I open my eyes. My room is no longer my bedroom, but a concrete industrial type room with floor to ceiling windows on the two outward facing walls. This is sharper, more in focus than any lucid dream I've had in a long time, the meditation was well worth it. I decide to seek the McDouble I've been after in several of my last lucids. I turn toward the windows, expecting to break one and jump out, but to my surprise theres a window that opens easily, and a staircase leading to the ground. I walk down, and think of the task of the month. A breeze starts up, cooler and fresher than it has any right to be.
As I walk through this city scape, I look at the DCs and am aware they are simply projections of my subconcious. I lock eyes with one, he knows what I am thinking.
Strawberries grow like weeds against a building. I pick some, a nearby tree whacks me with its branches, these are not my strawberries.
I see my families old tan van, I climb in, find Mcdonalds bags (clearly full of trash). I search one anyways, hoping to find a McDouble. My mother is in the drivers seat, says she'll take me to a McDonalds. She drives, and as she is on a collision course with a wall, I close my eyes. I open them, and now we're at McDonalds. We're so close, my McDouble dreams are coming true. I place my order, get my burger, take several bites so big I finish nearly half the sandwhich at once. No ketchup. I wander the store, find a ketchup bottle on a shelf, douse my burger, take some more bites. Perfect.
I sit at a long table, my mother to my right, the people from the party filling the other seats. Soon we are all eating chocolate covered strawberries, which are much tastier than the burger. My mother and I fight about my unhealthy eating habits, but I tell her this is a dream and I can eat whatever I like. She leaves.
I wake up for the final time.
During one of the times I woke up, I had my usual false awakening during which I thought I was writing in my DJ, only to wake up and find out that never happened. This occurs at least once every night.

So I did a wild, easy entry. Was listening to one of those ambient space noise on youtube through my phone.
At first the dream was very unstable, I didnt gain full form, nor did the enviroment so I stopped and stayed still.
Then, as if I was summoned into a world like in dark souls 3 , I rose out of my bed , on a torso level, somehow stepped out of bed. And checked out my room.
My sight was very clean, there wasn't anything weird, exept that some of the stuff in the room was arranged in a very strange order. Also the tv was much tinier.
But I couldn't move fast ,or else I would lose my sight, my eyeballs were hard to move , I felt heavy pressure and it was like if my eyeballs were always moving in one direction unless I changed it.
So I slowly moved out of the house, and I saw that the street was also kind of different. It felt kinda uncomfortable so I decided to let go of it.
I ran and jumped on top of the roof of the house infront of my house, and then I lied there and the dream dissipated.

It was strange. The visuals were clear , but I didnt dare to do anything else or else the dream wouldve fallen apart. Or so I thought.

Date of Dream: THU 4 JUN - 2020



Dream No. 665 - I Can Do Better Than Him
Lucid Dream 36

I don’t remember how this dream started. From where I do remember, I was doing things around my house when I wanted to try and see Riku again. However like usual, these days, maintaining a stable dream environment seemed very difficult. The dream showed me actually lying in bed, like it was morning; and my grandma came into the room with a mischeivous smile on her face. She came up to the bed and started rapidly and forceully tapping at me to ‘wake me up’.

The dream morphed to make me think I was now awake, but then I somehow managed to realise that I was still in it, and therefore I realised that I had become spontaneously lucid. The next segment in this dream would prove so, and I used this scene to be able to gain enough control so I could seek Riku with a clear intention. I took out my phone and went on the Discord forums to check messages from my friends.

Every time I would look at the time, it was different, and not just by a minute. That’s when my lucidity really started to pick up. I then tried changing the time on purpose a few times. I finally declared that if I could command the time to be 1:07, I would be successful. I looked back and the time was 1:06, however, it only clicked over to 1:07 after a few seconds; so I deemed the command to be executed pretty accurately. I finally felt I was ready to go and look for Riku and left my bedroom to initiate the new venture.

Initially, I was going to call Riku myself but then I walked past my dad in the sitting room next to the kitchen; so I asked him if he could help me find Riku. I was pleasantly surprised when my dad agreed and actually went off to look for Riku himself. He went onto the back verandah and said something, though I panicked as my dad was not asking for Riku by name, and so I was worried that the dream would interpret his request to summon somebody stupid. However, I perceived an energy wafting off my dad and into the house like he was confident he knew what was doing.

However, I was still freaked out about the fact he didn’t specifically call for Riku, but I felt that Riku was coming, so I ran outside through the back door as fast as I could, in hopes that I would intercept Riku, with that fear of him passing right by. I sprinted to the bottom of the backyard but then I hear the verandah door opening, with Riku stepping out in his KH3 appearance and I was dumbfounded. So I realised he had appeared at the top of the backyard like I predicted but he went the opposite way to what I thought; straight into the house.

He looked at me amused, like in a ‘silly girl’ kind of way. His clothes were as they as were in cutscenes; his t-shirt being purely white and his jacket in the dream looked like it was from black luxury suede. However, his pants were slightly different; they were plainly black with no belts and buckles on the legs. With my feeling of dumb surprise still wearing off; I moonjumped up over the rails and onto the verandah to go to Riku. He greeted me with a casual hug; not like last time where he almost squashed me to death. He was also rightly lankier and taller than me in this dream.

What he did next, I wasn’t expecting though. As we went through the house to go out the back door, Riku picked me up and began to carry me. Then as he carried me down the sloping backyard again, I started to study how he felt. He was much thinner compared to 18-Volt and with the way Riku was holding me, some parts of his body felt rigid and uncomfortable to me. Heading into the lower part of the backyard, I remember saying to Riku “I think 18-Volt does a better job at carrying me”. Riku wasn’t offended but there was a feeling of ‘oh you think that do you?’ and as if he was now out to find a way to 1-Up 18-Volt; Riku was silent in this dream. Although Riku was more joltier and uncomfortable, he did have the advantage over 18-Volt of moving quicker.

It’s when we got to the door to the garage that Riku struggled to hold me and open it at the same time. There was a time where I felt like I was almost going to fall backwards off him as he struggled to scoop me back up, but that all stopped when he finally opened the door and he perched me up on himself again. I could tell that Riku felt bad whenever he struggled with me as he was keeping in mind that 18-Volt was ‘better than him’. He continued to carry me precariously into the front yard and up the hill towards the local primary school.

Part way up the hill, there became a point where Riku realised that he just wasn’t good at carrying me, and so he gave up and put me down; but he wasn’t done. This was the part where he was going to show that he was better than 18-Volt. He started to float and get into a hovering, sitting position; I knew he was going to take me somewhere. In-fact, I realised that he was going to take me to the world of Kingdom Hearts!

He patted his hands on his lap, telling me to come and sit on him, so I did. However, as he started to ascend into the air, I couldn’t see his hands anywhere and so I panicked as once again, it felt like I was going to lose my balance and fall off him, but sideways in this case. I shouted in a fluster, telling Riku that I needed to be secured. I remember specifically saying “If you’re doing interdimensional travel, then you need to be wearing a seatbelt”. Riku finally realised, lowered us back down and put his arms around me as loosely as possible, still having no ‘secure’ effect whatsoever; like he still didn’t know what he was doing. I said “tighter” and so he tightened his grip slightly, but it wasn’t even near enough. So I kept saying “tighter” until I could finally feel his arms securely and there was no gap between them and my stomach; I remember I had to say it 5 times.

He was finally then able to ascend into the day time sky and when he descended with me again, it still felt like the same area (the hill at the bottom of my court), but it wasn’t day or night. As Riku helped me off him, he told me that we were now in Kingdom Hearts; in this dimension he spoke, as if he was now confident because we were on his side of the realms. And in return, I now became unsure of myself in some ways, as well as where we were because I didn’t realise any difference.

I kept asking in a confused tone ‘we’re in Kingdom Hearts?’ because I couldn’t see any sign that said so. That’s when Riku walked slightly down the hill with me and pointed into the sky as he said “there it is, that’s Kindgom hearts”. I looked up and realised the heart shaped moon in the sky; but to me, it seemed like it was the sun and the moon at the same time, hence no definitive day or night time. After I had examined it for long enough and the reality had set in, I turned my attention back to the streets and Riku began conversing with me. I couldn’t remember what he said but it seemed like he was telling me more about Kingdom Hearts, and he sounded very fond of the stories he was telling me.

Eventually though, it seemed like Riku and I were all caught up, and for once, there was no longer a purpose for him to be around, and so he gave me a farewell and then actually walked off and left the scene, but I was satisfied. This was a lucid dream and so I realised I was still in control. I wanted to do more but I couldn’t think of anything to do, so I continued to walk aimlessly up the hill. As I got nearly to the top of the hill though, a sudden realisation had hit me and I needed Riku back; I remembered I wanted to ask him about his age as per the task I had set in my waking life dream journal. I became anxious as I thought I wouldn’t be able to get him back. After some hesitation, I urged out to the sky “Riku! One more question!”, hoping that I would be heard.

Something happened; the dream turned into to an empty void, but an entirely white one, and I was all alone in it. But shortly, Riku appeared again (same KH3 appearance but in all default clothes including pants), but this time as somewhat of a giant; he was only two or three times bigger than me, but it was still an obvious discrepancy. He got on his knees and leant over me to hear what I had to say. Then I asked him “What is your age between the number of 16 and 25?”. At first, he didn’t seem to get what I was saying but after I repeated the question, he got it, but didn’t seem to receive it well.

His anxiety spiked through the roof as the question had seemed to catch him off-guard; almost like he wanted to prepare an answer before-hand but couldn’t. His eyes (and eyebrows) gained the look of sheer horror as he rapidly mumbled and stuttered but managed to utter out an “18” amongst it all. It’s almost like he knew I was going to lock his age once he said it, and so he did not want to make the decision so impulsively. He continued babbling nonsense afterwards like he thought I wouldn’t be satisfied with his response. Being lucid, I knew he needed to stop and calm down, so I said over the top of him, “It’s okay. Thank you Riku” in which he then was able to stop but still looked flustered. Then I came in and put my hands on his sides, trying to hug the giant Riku in which his panic competely stopped and he looked rather delighted. Now I was truly done and the dream took me back to the hill.

I started to slowly walk back down the hill and while doing so, reflected on the previous scene. The emotions were raw as I recall how panicked Riku was. I then thought that perhaps I wouldn’t lock in his age straight away; that I would assume he was 18 but allow him a revision when he would be feeling more confident. Then I finally had nothing else to do as I stared off into the distance of what seemed to be a mix of my suburb and Twilight town (the Kingdom Hearts sky was now pinkish with an actual sun on the horizon); so I declared to wake up.



Dream No. 665
Dream Guide: Riku
Lucid?: Yes



I might add side notes to this dream at a later stage; I have an interesting discussion in-mind.

Awake|Dreaming|Lucid

Me and my sister have inherited a lot of money and building material. We walk outside our house and we see all these building material. It's actually just some big paper rolls with paper inside. I open a paper roll and take some things with me in. Two strangers on the street look suspiciously on me because they think I'm a thief and I'm stealing from the house's owner. I tell them that I live here and they become calm. I walk inside and we notice that all the money is gone. We just have the building material left. We decide to build something and sell it so we get our money back. I see a broken pogo stick and try to jump it. It doesn't work so I decide to fix it. I don't know how to do so I ask my dad. He shows me how to remove some parts and shows me that it was the spring that was old and had lost its elasticity. We remove the old spring and look in a box full of different kinds of springs. There are many different sizes and forms. I pick one I think would suit but dad says it's the wrong shape. He picks a very thick and short spring that I don't think will ever work. I take it and it doesn't work. Instead my dad takes it and makes a basket for basketball.

I'm telling Madeleine that I'm sorry and that William really is the best outside a big house. (I cry when I say William's name)

I think it's a dream and do a RC. Cool, it's a dream. I try to summon a fire in my hand but it doesn't work. I walk outside and run to finally jump and try to fly. When I jump I just fall on the asphalt and do a kind of sideways somersault to not hurt myself too much. It still hurts. I think that it isn't a dream anymore and think to myself that I'm going mad because I can't distinguish reality from the dreaming world. I also think that I'm going to hurt myself more badly next time when I try to jump from a building to fly maybe.

I became lucid in another dream but only remember this. I'm stabilizing the dream and it feels more real than in most cases as I rub my hands together and on my cheeks. I fly and it's not going that well.

Notes: It was so hot in my room and I kept on moving in my sleep, waking up from different vague dreams all the time. One of Madeleine's closest friends just died, that's why I dreamt about saying I'm sorry to her. This isn't from this DJ entry but for some time ago I dreamt about Gabriel and that he was in trouble so yesterday I asked him if he wanted to hang out with me. This is the first time I have taken help from a dream directly in real life. I have let my dreams guide my real life, that's pretty cool I think. We are going to play some table tennis and take a bath I think.

Date of Dream: MON 3 FEB - 2020



Dream No. 643 - Looking For A Birthday Card
Lucid Dream 35

I don’t remember how this dream started. From where I do remember, I was at a very distorted version of Waverley Gardens shopping centre. It was bigger than in real life, with a vast number of walkways, and it also had a lot of features mixed from Dandenong Plaza as well. For the time being, I was walking around the shops and looking for an “8th birthday” card for my brother. At one point, I arrived at a card shop and started sorting through their cards that were sitting in a big tray. I found a card with an 8 on it but I didn’t like the look of it, so I left.

I went back towards the area of the shopping centre that I started at, feeling frustrated that I couldn’t find a good card and that there weren’t many other card shops either. A thought had entered me though; not one to say that I was dreaming, but I seemed to gain an essence of common sense and problem solving initiative as if I was awake, therefore I classify the rest of the dream as lucid. I realised that I was not supposed to look for an 8th birthday card, but rather a 25th; my brother would be turning 25 this year (also true IRL!). I also realised I could just call a dream guide and get them to help me find a card shop; so I proceeded to call for 18-Volt.

A man approached me, wearing 18-Volt’s clothes, but he was skinnier than usual and he also had light skin, also not wearing his glasses or headphones. Although the surrounding energy was telling me this was 18-Volt, I was doubting if this was really him. However, he just stood there, not doing anything and rather just patiently waiting for me to come closer to him; the dream also didn’t do anything to tamper with his presence (I felt like I was in control, hence lucid). After a few seconds of hesitation, I went in to hug him and as we hugged, that’s when his skin became darker. Though when he spoke, he did not have an American accent, rather a Balkan accent which I was weirded out by. However as the dream would progress, his speaking would no longer phase me.

I told him I was looking for a card shop but couldn’t find one anywhere that sold decent cards. I forgot what he said, but he put an arm around me and we walked off back through the shopping centre. There were a few moments within in the dream where I would get stressed, nervous or frustrated about certain things. 18-Volt seemed to be aware of this and every time he noticed me shaking, stuttering or excessively sighing, he demanded that we stopped where we were. Straight away, he would pull me into a hug and say some reassuring phrase in his Balkan accent, calming me down immediately.

We reached the front of Big W, where 18-Volt now went behind me and hugged that way as we walked through the store. However, the dream camera changed to third-person mode from an aerial view and a middle-aged lady was seen sneaking up behind 18-Volt and touching him in an inappropriate way. 18-Volt immediately turned his head back in shock and looked absolutely disgusted, gritting his teeth at her, urging her to let him go as he still kept a hold of me.

There ended up being an entire sub-scene where the lady was shown by herself and her face had the most horrifying look on it, this most twisted, exaggerated evil smile as she spoke of her plot to get 18-Volt for herself. I can’t remember anything she said though, just what her intention was. And a part of the sub-scene also showed a man beside her, looking very similar to her as if he was her brother, but the dream at the very least portrayed him as a ‘sidekick’ to her. I myself felt all this tense and nervous energy as this sub-scene was playing.

Back to the normal course of the dream; the lady was in the distance again, but she quickly approached 18-Volt and actually knocked him unconscious! She then sent all these ‘enemies’ in for me to deal with. I realised that her plan, so she could have 18-Volt to herself, was to get rid of me but to do that, she had to make 18-Volt inactive for a while so he couldn’t protect me. I screamed and felt like crying when I realised what the lady had done to 18-Volt and what my fate was. I can’t remember what happened towards the very end of this dream.



Dream No. 643
Dream Guide: 18-Volt
Lucid?: Yes

23 ОС от 26 ноября 2011.
Полёт. Слежка за мамой.

Оказался я в реальной местности возле оврага. Небо было ясно без облаков. Но тут вдалеке я разглядел какие-то странные образования по форме напоминающие ядерный гриб. Только зелёного цвета. Я не мог понять, что это. Решил взлететь. Подпрыгнул и сказал: "ветер отнеси меня на север". Эти странные зелёные преобразования как раз были в северной стороне. Итак, ветер поднял меня очень высоко, практически вертикально вверх. Даже преодолел слой облаков. Вниз я старался не смотреть, чтобы не возник страх высоты. Смотрел прямо в сторону этих штук. Ветер же походу дела в их сторону меня не нёс, тогда я решил применить метод плавания. Сделал пару гребковых движения и заметил на горизонте заводские трубы. Завод существует в реале, но тут возник глюк сновиденной программы - куда бы я ни смотрел трубы возникали и в той стороне тоже. Выкинуло из сна

Заснул заново.
Я вернулся на то же самое место с которого взлетал. Вдали по дороге увидел спрайт мамы. Решил проследить за ней. Когда шёл по дороге старался на машины не обращать внимание, и они не то чтобы объезжали меня, но как бы сворачивали в другое пространство или вообще исчезали из вида. Тут какой то грузовик (кока-колы по моему) скрыл маму из вида. Когда он отъехал, её там не оказалось. Стал смотреть по сторонам. Увидел спрайт мамы, но в другой одежде и идущей с другой стороны. Подумал, что это уже другой спрайт. Проснулся.

Выводы:
1. Видел странное облако в небе. Если этот зеленый сгусток можно было назвать облаком.
2. Удалось взлететь. Однако в воздухе полетом управлять не вышло.
3. Глюк сновиденной программы - куда бы я не посмотрел, везде возникали трубы.
4. Удалось вернуться в сон.
5. Спрайт мамы ушел от слежки. Возник другой спрайт с тем же обликом.
6. Машины на дороге сворачивали не понять куда. Будто в другое пространство заворачивали.

23 LD of November 26, 2011.
Flight. Spying on mom.
I found myself in a real area near the ravine. The sky was clear without clouds. But here in the distance I saw some strange formations resembling a nuclear mushroom. Only green. I could not understand what it was. I decided to take off.
I jumped up and said: "take me north to the wind." These strange green transformations were just in the north side. So, the wind lifted me very high, almost vertically up. Even overcame a layer of clouds.
I tried not to look down so that fear of heights would not arise. I looked right in the direction of these pieces. The wind didn’t carry me in the direction of the case, then I decided to use the swimming method.
I made a couple of stroke movements and noticed factory pipes on the horizon. The plant exists in real life, but here a glitch of a dream program arose - wherever I looked, pipes arose in that direction too. Kicked out of dream.

Fell asleep again.
I returned to the same place from which I took off. Far on the road I saw mom’s sprite. I decided to follow her.
When I walked along the road I tried not to pay attention to the cars, and they didn’t even go around me, but as if turned into another space or even disappeared from view. Then some kind of truck (Coca-Cola in my opinion) hid mom from sight. When he(truck) left, she was not there.
I began to look around. I saw mom’s sprite, but in different clothes and walking from the other side. Thought it was another sprite. Awoke.

Findings:
1. I saw a strange cloud in the sky. If this green clot could be called a cloud.
2. Managed to take off. However, the flight did not work out in the air.
3. A glitch of a dream program - wherever I look, pipes everywhere appear.
4. Managed to return to dream.
5. Mom’s sprite left tracking. There was another sprite with the same appearance.
6. Cars on the road turned off not to understand where. As if wrapped in another space.