lucid

So this was a lucid dream, actually a DEILD, but no reality check oriented, just came to me that this is a dream.

So the dream starts non-lucid. I'm in my bedroom and there is also an old teacher with me talking to me about a school project and how I am going to organise it. This teacher was from my old school, not the one I am right now. She was young and very pretty (for a teacher) and always considered by the male population of the school a MILF. So as she was talking to me about this and that and I was like "yeah, sure let's do it that way", I suddenly realise I'm in a dream!

So suddenly I'm in a dream with my old teacher standing in front of me IN my bedroom trying to decide what's next. So I remember I have to stabilise my dream and I start looking my hands closely, they were like a labyrinth of wrinkles, fingerprints and stuff and I yell "Stabilise Lucidity!", and the dream becomes more vivid and cleared up. And I'm there on an improved dream with my milf teacher in front of me talking about project crap. I seize the opportunity!

I decide to grab her ass and look for reactions. And I do it, then she kisses me and we lay on bed. Just after I take her clothes off and start the thing for 6 seconds or so, I see the world fading around (probably because of excitement) and I try to calm down, thinking it's time to DEILD.

I do it and land in my bedroom again, the teacher has dissapeared and I was almost decided to project her back again, but it was unfinished business in the end because I saw my bedroom wall turn into a mountain landscape with the sky above. I said "no way, I can't miss that!" and I decide to fly. So I turn around and walk back to accelerate and when I turn again, the wall with the door has return and the landscape has gone. Shit. It started to collapse and I tried to stabilize it but no luck.


Anywayz, I was too excited in this dream and I kind of wasted it, but I'm happy I had sex with that teacher, always wanted too!

Meanwhile, in High School (6:59)

I'm sitting at a table in a room filled with tables, working on an assignment, when I see someone out of the corner of my eye. It's my mom, sitting at another table, trying to catch my attention by waving something. Exasperated, I acknowledge her, but she wants to start a full blown conversation. I pack up my things and say, apologetically, that "I just can't right now." Predictably, Mom gets furious. I walk over to her table (Dad's there too) and try to explain that I'm old enough now that she can't expect me to share every detail of my life with her. My voice sounds like maybe I'm about to start crying. Nothing doing, though. Looks like I'll have to pack my own lunch and find my own way to school, today.

I go back downstairs and check the time. It's later than I thought! Forget packing a lunch, I'll barely have time to shower and get dressed. I also think I should do my laundry, but when I look into the basket, I realize that I have more clean clothes than I thought. No need to bother, then. But later, when I actually go to choose an outfit, I have trouble finding clean shorts. I'll have to do my laundry tomorrow, which will be harder since it's a weekday and I'll be busy.

Dad drives me to school. I'm sitting all the way in the back of the car, and I'm surprised to see some orange traffic cones passing by my window. Some road work near the left turn just before the high school's parking lot. Looks like Dad's doing what he's supposed to be doing.

I take a seat in the classroom. I've decided that while I'm back home, I may as well sit in on some Spanish classes at my old high school to get in some extra practice. The teacher, a dark-haired man, begins the class by introducing himself and explaining about the course textbooks. Apparently he wrote one of them--part of a series of textbooks on a variety of subjects, all published in the same format but written by various guest authors. At one point, the teacher switches to English for a bit. His accent is kind of cute. Then we go around the class and introduce ourselves. I don't know anyone there, obviously. When it comes to be my turn, I explain that I'm actually a college student. There's something of a commotion from another student in the class, and I wonder if maybe he's doing the same thing as I am and I should have recognized him? That would be embarrassing.

At one point, the teacher's been talking about something, and he asks the class which of us consider ourselves to be "a member of that crowd?" I'm one of the few who raises a hand. A few minutes later, I realize that he might have been asking which of us have had sex, but with so much circumlocution that I didn't realize it at the time. Oops. Well, if so, I'm sorry for misrepresenting myself, but there's not much I can do about it now. Besides, I'm in college, they'll have expected it of me, anyway.

The teacher starts a presentation, and everyone puts away their drinks. Except one is still on the table, and one of the students accidentally knocks it over, spilling soda pop everywhere. The teacher interrupts his lecture to go find cleaning supplies, and I try to help out by mopping up some with a napkin. I hope that my helpfulness is a mark of being more mature than the majority of students in the classroom. But the teacher holds out his hand to throw away the napkin for me, and I let him take it, even though it sort of undermines what I was doing. Anyway, the napkin wasn't very absorbent, so now there's pop on my hands. I need to find a sink. I find one in the hall only a few feet away from the classroom.

A lot of the students are handing out out here until the presentation starts again. I look around and see an office whose name plaque carries a very strange title. I wonder if high schools can hire people to do things as strange as that because they're government-funded. Someone walks past me and into the office, and I wonder. I also talk to one of the students outside. They tell me they wanted to go to the big concert today, because it featured a big presentation about Mormonism. I had heard about the concert, but I didn't know it was about Mormonism, and now I'm kind of sad I missed it, too. [IRL: The concert is this afternoon, and it has nothing to do with Mormonism.]

When we go back into the classroom, there's a stage at one end, complete with curtains and a podium. A man at the podium tells us that as a surprise, Mitt Romney has come with his campaign team to give a presentation. After this introduction, a few people walk out on stage. I'm not sure which one is Romney [although IRL obvs I know what he looks like], and the introduction kind of trailed off, so it's not surprising that the applause is slow to start. It's also very quiet, and peters out quickly. One of the campaign people says "Wow," loudly and sarcastically. Well, I'm not sure what Romney expected. We're mostly Democrats here at my university.

They launch into the presentation, which is an animated, rhetorical speech delivered while the campaigners circle and crisscross the room, making sure to invite each audience member personally to agree with what they're saying. It makes me feel a bit uncomfortable. Somewhere, I've found a pillow, and I clutch it to my stomach like it's some kind of security blanket. I stare at the floor, only half listening. I feel like I've read this argument before, somewhere, anyway. Something about how the Democrats are trying to convince you not to vote Republican because of what the Republicans /won't/ do, but when election day comes, you need to vote based on what /will/ happen. And so on. One of the campaigners notices my aloofness, so he gets up in my face and tries to engage me by giving me a manly punch on the shoulder. I look at him expressionlessly and say in a carefully controlled voice, "Please don't do that again." The man puts on a mock-surprised face and looks around at people nearby as if to invite them to start bullying me, but in the end he just leaves.

From behind, a woman crooks an elbow around my neck and good-naturedly shakes me a bit. Addressing herself to someone I can't see, she asks, "Is this called 'egging?'" (as in, "egging someone on"). Ah, so she's playfully imitating the campaigner. The person says yes, it is, so she laughs and releases her hold on my neck. Pressing herself against my side, she murmurs, "There's someone touching you right now, and you don't seem to mind." Bemused, I try to think of a socially proper way to respond that it's okay because she's a woman. But before I can, she lets go of me, and I can finally turn to get a good look at her. To my delight, I definitely recognize her from somewhere. While I'm snapping my fingers and trying to place where that was, she just introduces herself again as [XXXX]. Surprised, I tell her I remember her as a campaign assistant for [XXXX]. She laughs and says no, then dances off to the other side of the room with another girl. I'm reminded of the friendship between Meekakitty and Nanalew. Suddenly, the dream ends, and I wake up. For a moment, I think that it's only been about two and a half hours since I fell asleep. But that must have been a FA, because it was more like six and a half.

Supermarket (8:15) (LUCID)

I'm in a supermarket, and at some level I'm aware that this is a dream. As I walk through the crowded checkout lanes, I look closely at all of the faces that I pass. Each one is unique and distinctive and interesting, and I wonder whether they all come from people I passed on the street in waking life. I read somewhere on a forum that that's where they come from. The dream seems pretty stable, but I feel compelled to keep moving, or else it will fall apart. I walk up to a cashier and ask her for the credit card that a customer just gave to her. "Sure, one moment," she says, and then she hands me something, but it's not a credit card. I leave the checkout lanes and continue through the store. It crosses my mind that this counts as a lucid dream. Cool; I haven't had one of those in a while.

I decide to call Mom on my cell phone. I worry that maybe I'm actually sleep-calling her in waking life, too, so I try to think of conversation topics that wouldn't sound too bizarre. Meanwhile, I'm still walking quickly down one side of the store, looking around at everything. The store's wide entrance is coming up on my left. I can't think of anything else to talk about, and Mom seems more confused than anything, so I just say goodbye to her and hang up. I leave the store.

Somebody's angry at me for turning out into the road in front of him, but I'm sure I wouldn't have done it close enough that you would actually call it "cutting him off." I decide to play out the scenario to see what actually happened. I get in the car and start driving toward the hilltop road that passes near the supermarket's parking lot. Indeed, there's almost a solid line of cars coming that direction, with one little space in the middle that perhaps I could grab if I timed it right. But there's something strange about the road configuration that makes me think I wouldn't be able to accelerate quickly enough to avoid pissing someone off. Okay, better to avoid that.

I stop the car and get out. There's a mid-sized lake to the right of the road with a big yacht anchored near the shore. A bunch of sailors are walking around over there, presumably on shore leave. I start walking along the narrow path between the lake and the side of the supermarket, going over to see what's going on. But then one of the sailors starts walking along the path toward me, shouting something about me not being allowed to come this way. An irritating fellow, but only doing his job, I suppose.

I keep walking, but suddenly I need to poop. I remember how in the past this has always made me panic and wake up, only to find that I didn't have to use the bathroom at all. Well, I know better, now, so I'll just go to the bathroom in the dream. I squat in the middle of a grassy lawn and start doing my business. The sailor is still walking towards me and shouting, so I interrupt him to warn him that even though I've avoided behaving "beaverishly," if he keeps it up, I may have to. (Apparently, in this situation, "behaving beaverishly" means that I'll strip totally naked just to annoy him even more.) Going to the bathroom is taking a long time. Some of the sailors are running close nearby. I hope for their sake that they don't accidentally step in any of the poop. The sailor still won't leave me alone, so I carry out my threat by pulling my T-shirt over my head. This makes my vision go completely black. Oh, darn.

I wake up to a confusion of covers. After a moment, I figure out that somehow I've come into a squatting position. Uh oh. Looking down, I see that my worst fears have come true--there's quite a bit of poop on my covers. Despairingly, I try to wrap up some of it using the sheets, but it's not enough. This will be hard to deal with. Then it occurs to me that there's something distinctly nightmarish about this situation, and I tell myself exasperatedly, "Come on, wake up for real." And I do. [No, I never did have to go to the bathroom. Why my dreams always do this to me, I don't know.]

Pop Quiz (9:42) (LUCID)

A smart math major I know is pacing the front of a classroom. He's quizzing me about details from my previous dreams tonight. I know I definitely missed a few when I wrote them in my dream journal, so this will be a perfect opportunity to recover them--my unconscious itself is telling me what they were! He mentions something about a homework assignment, and a few different people named Erik. [Ironically, I can't remember the details of these details.] It occurs to me to wonder if he's even telling the truth. I have no recollection of the events of which he speaks, so he could easily be inventing them, and I'd never know. Still, I wake up and write them in my dream journal. Only, it was a FA, and when I actually wake up, I can't really remember them any more.

This LD was during an hour nap, which kinda surprised me, since i wasnt even trying to sleep.

So, in the dream, I was laying in my bed. I had one eye open, and i was eating turnips, but when i put them in my mouth, I realized how much I hated them, and I said "ew, i dont like those," and held the fork up to look at them, only I couldn't see the fork. or my hand. I instantly realized i was in a dream, so i tried to slowly open up my other eye without waking up. It worked after a few minutes. i kept waving the invisible fork in front of my face as a reminder, and i tried to sit up. i was going to get out of my bed (i have a bunk bed and i was on the top, so i had to try to find the ladder) but i realized how dreamlike it was. I remembered to shout "Clarity now" and by doing so i woke myself up.

Though i woke up, this is a huge upgrade from my previous LDs, and I think that eventually i will be able to get it right without waking myself up. My awareness is way better than my first 2 and better yet than my 3rd.

Lucid Non-lucid Awake

We are going somewhere. I suspect we are going on vacation because I am carrying a big and heavy bag. I am also wearing a shirt that has a beach drawing on it. I reach the front door and start wearing my black school shoes. Wait... School shoes? Why would I be wearing school shoes to a family vacation? I go lucid. Yes! It's a dream! Finally, a lucid! I start to get giddy and excited. The dream starts becoming blurry, and starts to go black. I can feel my physical body waking up, which is evident in the slight tingling sensation all over.

I hear a pop, and I know I am awake for real. I stay still, but my legs feel so uncomfortable, so I fold my right leg like I always do. I also shift to my right a bit -- all the while visualizing the dream I just exited.

I start getting imagery of the previous dream, right where I left off, at the front door. It gets more vivid every second, until I am just sort of...there. I look down and see my dream hands and body, and yes, I am wearing my school shoes. I remember immediately a task I am supposed to do, which was assigned by another member in a little game we made. The task is to slide down a waterfall in any way I want.

I close my eyes (the most efficient means of changing the dream scene for me) and imagine being at a riverbank which leads to a waterfall. I open my eyes and voila! I am at the riverbank. I can hear the loud rushing of water from the river, which is connected to a waterfall somewhere to the right. The sound is quite deafening too. I remember feeling a bit uneasy at sliding down a waterfall. I am a good waterbender in the dream world, but I am still afraid of heights, somewhat.

Man up, biotch!, I literally think to myself.

I take off my shoes and jump in the river. Instantly, I feel myself being pulled towards the waterfall, and the current is so strong that I have second thoughts about finishing the task. I am doing this. I am doing this, I think to myself as I go over the edge. I have a rush of adrenaline as I start falling down. I feel pumped and proud of myself. I realize the waterfall was very high up, and the base was so far down that the trees near it look like tiny specks. My head starts hurting from the water above me which is hitting it. The waterbender in me probably took over, because I suddenly start twirling around, creating a small whirlpool as I am cascading down the waterfall. It feels amazing.

I reach the bottom, and splash into a large pool of water, dissipating the little whirlpool I built. As I float to the surface, I look back at the huge waterfall. Suddenly, a girl with long hair covering her face floats up in front of me. I am a bit shocked. I know her as Samara from the movie The Ring. Oddly though, I don't feel any fear at all -- more of annoyance because she is invading my awesome dream. In a split second, she reaches out and grabs my hair, and tries to drown me. I go down a few inches into the water, but I know it's a dream, so I breathe easily. While I am underwater, I push my hands out and waterbend Samara far away from me. She vanishes, only to reappear once I resurface. She tries to drown me again, but I am getting furious that I reach out to her and grab a handful of her hair. I shake her head side to side and then I push her down into the water. Once she's underwater, she squirms beneath my grip, but I don't let go. This is kinda fun, actually. I start climbing on top of her with chunks of her hair still in my hands, and her underwater.

I wake up abruptly. My mom is shaking me, telling me I have to get ready for our appointment.

But yes, that was the most awesome b*tchfight ever.

Spoiler for the b*tch who lost the fight (:

Thoughts | Non-Lucid | Lucid | Techniques/Aids

WBTB WILD-fail B6 200MG

Weak DILD 6:27 AM

I am at the hospital after my son was born. I am in a waiting room. There are people around I ask a man some questions and then the falls asleep. I push the man on the floor and say, "That's what you get for falling asleep during an interview." My son got knocked out of my wife's arms when I did that and falls on the floor. I pick him up. He is swaddled and I say, "Look hes ok." For some reason he looks like a plastic doll.

Now I am laying on a bed. I tell a nurse that my wife and son went home but I wanted to nap for I leave. The bed is next to a nurses station. I try to sleep but get interrupted constantly. There was something about a shirt. And a few other annoyances. I can't remember.

I see Ann Perkins from Parks and Recreation. She is giving me the eye like she wants me. Then I see Andy Dwyer mouth the words "Go talk to her."
I couldn't be bothered at the moment. All I knew was that I was supposed to be sleeping. I close my eyes and I hear a voice say, "He's out of touch with reality. His mind is always consumed with reality testing to the point that he doesn't really live his life." I am focused on lying still. I want to say that noting could be farther from the truth.

Now I am in the drive way of my house. I have the car door open getting my son out. My wife is all upset and worried about him. Then something clicks and I remember that I was trying to WILD. I tell my wife, "It doesn't matter." But I am saying it to myself as well. She fades to the background and I feel half awake and half asleep. I pause thinking. I see a vague impression of my son swaddled. I think I should try to stabilize but at the same time I don't believe I can. I try anyway. I lay myself over him. It's all I could think of at the moment. He dissolves into me. And I fall unconscious.


NLDs short version

The power goes out but the TV is on. I see fireworks on TV but the same ones outside. It was suppsed to be in CJ but its my neighborhood. I feel confused about that. We go outside to see more but it stops.

I have Alice Cooper as my guitar teacher but the guitar looks like a rock band guitar painted black with a ton of buttons. I jam out on it to some Alice Cooper type rock. I have no idea what I am doing but it sounds amazing. I feel dissatisfied and grab a real acoustic guitar and see the floor is disgusting rotted with tons of spiders poring out. I think I should mix up some more bug spray and then fix the floor.

At my exes house. She wants me to take a picture of her friend starting her car. I can't make the camera work. It is the strangest camera ever. Tons of buttons. A few time I have it pointed backwards. I feel like an idiot. I give up and tell the girls it is time to go. D starts crying and a strange liquid flows down her.

I was very dissatisfied with that lucid. I would have had a better chance but we got up at 6:30 to go to the parade. I tried to take a lucid nap and WILD a little after two. I woke twice after each hour and could not remember a thing. Tonight WBTB.

Im laying in bed waiting to fall asleep right after wake back to bed and I starts to,actully hear my friends gutair in my head I know this means im falling asleep so I dont move it actully sounds like there talking across the room from me in my room I jump up out of bed and across from me were my sister bed should be is a old style radio from the 60s or somthing. So I look at my hand and it all curved up and I can stick my other finger right threw it it like my hand made out of goow or somthing I get out of bed and grap the radio and walk out my room I get to my kitchen and it seems to be the middle of the night the radio start to play realy loud so I chech my hand and to make shure it realy a dream my hand is still curved up so u walk out the front door in my underwear ,it brigjt out side like the,middle of the day around the house is,green feild,instead if LA I see a jet fly in the air about to crash black smoke is coming off of it I jump and fly up next to it and land on top of it I try to controle it to fly faster it does but begin to slow down I fly it in to space were its pitch black with a few stars and look at the earth im thinking I should not,be able,to breath but I can I grap the jet and throw it at earth expecting to blow it all up ,on impact the entire earth exploded kinds like the death,star in those old star wars moves. I relax floating in empty space with no gravity I see a peace of reckage come flying back at me I grap it and Imagion a nother earth behind me and ruen around. And there it is. I throw this reckage,at this,earth to just,to see it explode then fly away to a nothwr,earth but the closer I get it seems to be turning into a gray baren planet maybe a moon I enjoy fly around in circle and seeing the world flip around when I do]

The night of October 18th, 2012.

Some Pre-knowledge:
I got to bed really late that night, I went out to a bar and drank pretty heavily, which is why I'm so confused with this one. I'm confused as to why I remember so much of it. It was also pretty eventful and weird, which is also paranormal when drinking alcohol. I did my normal techniques, but I dozed off much faster.

The Dream:

The beginning was probably the most vague part. It was a tent event for my old highschool. Everyone was dressed up pretty nice, and I reunited with some old friends. It was a good time from what I remember.

The next thing I remember was that I was in a large town. The town was on a hill, so it sloped down with the hill. If you were at the north end of the city you could see the entire town by looking south. There was a large river that flowed exactly through the middle of the town, with multiple bridges over it at random intervals. They were roads and pathways, and again, from the top you could see them all. It was very fascinating.

A group of friends and I were walking over one of the bridges at the top, walking on the far side, so we couldn't see down the river. As we were walking, the people close to the edge were getting their heads blown off. So many of them were dying, body parts were going everywhere. There was a lot of blood. All of us ducked, people seemed to disregard what was going on.

I crawled toward the far edge where people were dying, and I peaked over the side. A few bridges down, there was what looked to be an army of snipers. I don't know where it came from, but I started picking a few off with my sniper rifle. It was an M24. There were so many, I said screw this. I ran off the bridge, and ran along the outside of the river down the hill, through crowded streets, to get to the bridge they were on.

I got to the bridge, and there were a TON of snipers. Some of them were grouped up. I killed one of them with a mini-uzi. I ran up to them, I guess they didn't notice who I was or what I was doing, and I threw a grenade at their feet. They all dove out of the way. I killed some, injured some and others lived. I ran right over the bridge they were on to escape. I just ran and ran, down back alleys, major streets, and eventually ended up in a parking garage. It was a parking garage that seemed to be underground.

I ran to the stairwell, and went up a flight of stairs. The stair well changed, and there were towels hanging up in the stairwell on the second floor. There were clothes scattered about the floor. The stairwell turned into a dorm hall, and this guy in a towel said "Boy its sure messy up here." I noticed a backpack on the ground in the corner. It was open. It had dress attire in it. I'm not quite sure why I took it, but I zipped it up and stole it.

I ran back downstairs, out the garage, and into a VERY busy street. I merged with the crowd hoping the army guys wouldn't see me.

I woke up at 8AM, probably due to the alcohol. I went to the bathroom and went back to bed.

I was back in the same town. I still had the backpack. It was now night time. I found my old friend Alec with a few of his lady friends. We sat down at a black picnic table in some back alley. He was smoking a cigarette. All I remember him saying was "Yo Hinch! You smoke now? Don't tell me you're a nerd over smoking!" I said something along the lines of how I enjoy alcohol more than weed. He brought up some comedian.

The last part is very fuzzy. He pulled out a purple book. It was pretty large. Hardcover. A picture of the comedian was on the front. I opened the book up, and all I saw were excel charts. (You know how when you open a book, it usually opens to the most opened page?) It was as if the most opened pages were the charts. They were empty charts. I pondered on this with a friend (I don't remember who,) for at least an hour. We finally opened a page with "comedy" on it. There was a picture in the middle of a purple page, and you would read two or three lines, and then the comedian said the pun or punch line out loud. I honestly thought it was the dumbest thing ever.

I don't think anything happened after that. I woke up again at around 12PM.

Analysis:

I have been playing a lot of shooting games recently, which might explain all the violence in my dreams, especially this one. I also haven't seen my friends from my old highschool for around two years. And now I realize how much I miss them. I don't know what the bag with clothes in it has to do with anything, I don't need clothes, nor do I need nice clothes. Oh well. The purple book may have to do with my old fraternity's pledge book. It was purple. And I dropped a long time ago.

Overall,
another weird dream. It is hard to analyze these, as I don't really talk to many dream characters, and the objects seem pretty random. I'm sure I'll figure out why I've been so violent in dreams recently. I just need to have a few more dreams.

October 20, 2012
5:00-6:46

I got out of my bed and I was in my house. Everything looked normal. I saw some random guy in it, and he was telling me stuff. My dream self decided to try to do some reality checks. He looked at his fingers and tried to count them, but it was too dark to try that. He then tried to look at the clock at the end of my bed, and when he checked to see if the time changed, IT DID!!! I felt a rush of excitement as I became lucid! For some reason, I didn't feel that last time. I immediately remembered to stabilize the dream by rubbing my hands and spinning around.

I was able to do many things, just nothing that was against the physical world's laws. I couldn't fly, I just floated a bit when I jumped. Most of the dream I spent in the house, testing out my powers. My family was there, and I think some people from school. I didn't really interact with them much. I guess I was too interested in my powers.

One thing I remember doing was turning the cabinets in my kitchen into ice cream machines, WITH SPRINKLES!!! The ice cream didn't taste like anything, though. There were many more powers I tried doing, but I can't remember them very well. Near the end of the dream, my family and the friends with me wanted to go outside. We all went out, but everyone was flying. I tried to fly, but could only jump and float a little. I tried really hard to turn off the gravity, but instead, I ENDED THE DREAM!!!

I woke in real life to go over to the computer and write my second lucid dream.

I also did WBTB and MILD before I went to sleep. I did the WBTB a while ago, at around 3:30. For like 6 or 7 minutes I stayed up. I went to sleep then, but I had a regular dream. I think my problem is I don't remember to say the MILD mantra as I fall asleep.

I woke again at 4:11 and stayed up until 5:00. I then fell asleep saying, "I will be conscious in my dream."

My neybour ask me near the fence with a loud voise. Its early morning and i ignor her. then a very tall girl enter my room. My dog is near her legs and doesn't bark. I understood that its might be a dream, because all doors are locked. I tried to sit, but couldn't, couldn't cry. Felt a lot of fear. I couldn't up hands to count fingers, but touch fingers and tried to count them. The girl came to me and put something in my mouse. I sting it and awoke.

I wake up and stay still. At first I don't feel any vibrations. I begin to take slightly deeper breaths and then focus on relaxing my body and in a moments I began to feel the vibes. I see hypnagogic imagery of rain made of light just falling. Once I noticed the vibes have calmed down I roll out of my bed very quickly. This threw me off since usually when I roll out I feel a resistance to it but this time I rolled out very easily. I thought I had failed. Since my mother was sleeping onto the couch on the other side of the room I didn't want it to seem like it was an accident and that I did it on purpose. So I go up to her and say good morning. I then decide to do a RC just to make sure, but I had my doubts. It is early morning in this world so I am happy it isn't pitch black.

I do the nose plug RC and it confirms I am dreaming. Surprised but very happy I ignore my mom (sorry mom..) I then look at my hands and they are normal. (As this dream goes by I remind myself I am dreaming every once in awhile) I go into the bathroom and see that my reflection is normal, I try to go into the mirror but fail. Sometimes I feel myself being 'pulled' back to waking life but looking at my hands 'returns' me back.

Instead of trying to fly like a normal person would I decide to open up the window and try to climb out of the building (I should've flied!!!!) there is a screen protector so I reach into my pocket expecting a knife but instead I get a whole bunch of keys. I use the keys to punch a hole into the protector and then I opened up the whole so I can fit through. I then start to climb out the window. Now I got an idea. I try to summon up a good friend of mine so I look away and say "When I look back my friend (first, last) will be there" but that fails too. (I need better dream control, I know) then I go out into the window and I am hanging onto the edge. The dream then fades to black but I can still feel myself hanging onto the edge. I then try to stabilize the dream by using this sense of touch to ground myself.

It fails and I begin to feel myself lying in bed. "Darn I woke up" I thought. I then lose my lucidity when I got up from the couch. (Darn you false awakening!) I notice that my bedsheets are on the floor and I wonder why they are on the floor. I then check to see if there was a hole in the windows screen protector but there wasn't one. Also it is night outside now. I wonder to myself "Why are these sheets on the floor, wasn't I in sleep paralysis when I was dreaming?" (I should've gotten lucid again) I then put the bed sheets back on the couch and I wake up for real this time.

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Dream
Lucid

I was driving down a road to the store, with the thought of getting some more snacks. I thought to myself what I'm doing getting snacks at 6:30 in the morning. And why am I driving! I don't drive IRL! Suspecting I was dreaming, I got out of the car and jumped up and down to test the gravity and confirmed I was dreaming. As I walked a bit down the road I noticed a large park with many DCs partying. Wanting to see what my mind would create, I attempted to approach to the park. I got to an intersection and decided flying across would be faster. But, I had difficulty flying as I couldn't get high in the air and I had little control over the direction I was going. When I landed, my feet stuck to the pavement, I began to feel my own bed and I woke up.

10.19.2012

Become Lucid, Screw Logic of Needing Nose Plug Reality Check (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID


http://www.soundjay.com/button/sounds/beep-15.mp3

That's the sound I'm trying to use to wake me up at certain intervals of sleep. Except this time, I decided to set this countdown timer app I have to repeat every 15 minutes, and I managed to sleep through all that.

Loool, I'm a HEAVY sleeper.

I'm inside of a fairly dark area with an inadequate light source, orange-yellow colored light as usual. There's someone in front of me, I can't tell who it was, I presume it's my mother, or some female wearing gray hoodie and bandana.

I remember seeing another lady wearing a bandana as well from yesterday's set of dreams.

They tell me my mind is something, I can't remember what, but it makes me question,

if I'm dreaming. So I do a nose plug Reality Check, but I honestly didn't try because I just had the awareness that I must be dreaming. I do start touching the walls a bit though.

I started to get some thoughts in, but I forget what I actually do.

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10.19.2012

Rat Killing? (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I can't remember much from this, just that I was signed up to kill some rats in some kind of weird and twisted game.

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10.19.2012

This Woman Can't Cook Souse (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Souse Soup is an actual soup by the way. I can tell how I go this association into the dream, by reading some girl's Facebook status on her wanting to eat some Souse.

Are you kidding me? You decide to associate things that way from Facebook, mind? Sigh

I'm inside a house, and I ask some random kid if I can eat the cake pieces over at the table. It was on top of your classic dining room table. There's white cloth over the table, and over somewhere on the top left corner is a China plate set

Then I go into the kitchen, and I see there's a pressure pot that's exposed. It looks like there's some Souse inside, but for some reason, I get this belief that it's not really Souse. Later on, it turns out the lady who wanted to make this was using an ingredients list, and for some odd reason, I get surprised that she's doing that.

I just moved it around with some utensil and it changed.....to water.

Yeah that's all I remember.

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10.19.2012

I suck at Tennis & Inside a Pod ship (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was really pissed in this dream.

I'm playing tennis in the dark with someone, and I suck. The serve isn't even that fast, but I still try to minimize my back-swing, since I had a habit of doing the opposite.

The racquet I'm holding sucks too, when I'm trying to "bend and pronate" my arm for a right-handed windshield wiper forehand, the racquet bends along with my "bending."

WOW.....REALLY????

I miss so many balls, and by many, I mean 3-4, and I get pissed and walked halfway into the court. Then I decided to turn back, and throw my racquet at the ground with as much force as I could exert.

Then the dream shifts to where Atobe from the Prince of Tennis Series is inside some kind of ship with several pod ships to leave this area I'm assuming. I think I end up being him, or at least it feels like I'm watching him in spectator view but still feeling some kind of link with him.

I wanted to get my racquet that I threw down in the ground, but I looked at the status of the pod ship that I'm in, and exiting out is not a good idea. I press the cancel button, but I end up verifying to stay back in after I made the conclusion that I don't need the racquet. During that time, and probably the reason why I decided to just stay inside was that people were asking me if I was sure I wanted to cancel this whole thing.

Since there's a red alert blaring all of the place, I decided that getting a racquet back would seem useless.

I honestly don't know what I was in this pod ship for, but it must've been to escape some dangerous event from happening.

Black - Narrative/Thoughts
Lucid
Non-Lucid

I was suddenly in a falling plane with people I have never met before, but I felt like I knew them in my dream. I remember sitting on my seat, hearing the falling sounds of a plane rushing through the air. I remember looking out the window to see debris and clouds wizzing past. The fear and terror rushed through me as I knew I was going to die.

I then begand to question this reality, as I thought I shouldn't die now. I then realised that I do not remember ever buying a plane ticket or even boarding the plane and for what reason. With this, I did a hand RC and saw fuzzy hands. I instantly knew I was dreaming. The strange thing is, even after this realisation, I still accepted the DC's as being peopleI knew - or rather I was more interested in stopping the plane for crashing and this didn't cross my mind!

I said to the DC's that this was a dream and that I wanted it to stop, I commanded the plane to stop; but it didn't. I commanding it a second time, this time with more force and then everything just froze. The sounds of the plane, the falling sensation, even the DC's froze.

I felt the scene fade to black with a small rumble sound getting louder.

I wake up.

Black - Narrative/Thoughts
Lucid
Non-Lucid

30th September - 08:16

I kept having reoccuring dreams this morning as I believe it was the result of a burst of REM periods as I have had 3-4 hours sleep a night prio to this experience for a couple of nights. I had this dream where I was on a building and we were on some scaffold. I kept having this dream and it was frustrating as I couldn't get off the roof.

The 5th time of having this dream I told myself that I will remember the dream this time. As I was falling back to sleep all I remember is suddenly seeing from a birdseye view of the building I was having dreams about, as I was falling from the sky coming closer to this building I knew then that I was dreaming as I have seen this before.

When I landed on the building I then thought how did I get here and then I completed the hand RC. When I checked my hands I saw seven fingers on my right hand, however, the two additional fingers did not sprout from my palm like the other "normal" ones, instead they sprouted from two other fingers, starting half way up, like a random tree twig.

I then decided I wanted to fly, and without hesitation I just expected to float when I jumped, and I did! I flew around my dream trying to practice what it felt like. At first, flying felt really difficult, like a struggle and it became frustrating, but when I stopepd caring it became easier. I found it easier to "breaststroke" through the air, like when you're swimming and it worked so well. But I was so annoyed with myself because I didn't want to fly like this, as I knew there were cooler ways of doing it and the fact that I looked stupid. I trilled willing to be as light as a feather, and it did work - but for only a little bit.

While flying I then remembered that I wanted to change a landscape in my dream, so I tried this. I closed my eyes and willed to see Egypt and a pyramid. When I opened my eyes all I saw was sand below me and a very small pyramid. I wished for a closer pyramid and it did happen, it grew in size.. but then all of a sudden it disappeared and the next thing I know, I am laying down in a park.

I saw a group of people walk past and I willed to see a sexy girl, as I got closer to this "sexy girl" I conjured up, it was my girlfriend! But she looked a little more fat in my dream but I didn't think nothing of it, and in fact I was happy she was there. I said to her I will walk her home, it was now dark.

I said have you looked at your hands lately? she looked confused at first, but then laughed out loud and replied "oh no, this can't be can it? I am not dreaming, don't be silly". I told her to look at my hands and she did, my right and left hand both had 7 fingers on each hand. We laughed, and then she accepted we was in a dream.

When we got back to our flat (I don't actually own a flat with her, but I knew it was ours) two other DC's were there - and I just accepted them as my friends. They knew I was dreaming and one of them instantly started to fly with me. My girlfriend DC and the random DC looked frustrated, like the fact that we always do this around them and when we're together and it gets on their nerves because we're being childish flying around.

I felt like we needed to stop to get on with the dream so I flew to the ground and walked into the flat. As I walked in I felt the dream slipping.

Visually, I could not see the dreamscape anymore and I could start to hear the ambiance of the room I was sleeping in. Not only this, but I had a loud ruumbling noise as well, it got progressively louder.

I tried focusing on the dream by imagining my closing my eyes in my dreamscape and spinning around whilst saying, "increase clarity". However, I doubted this mantra in my dreamlike state and and thought it was the wrong one so I started to rub my hands together, imagining it. I saw the image of my hands for a split second, and the dreamscape came back into view... but it went as quickly as it came and I woke up.

Black - Narrative/Thoughts
Lucid
Non-Lucid

25th September 2012 - 22:00

The one night I got confidence to attempt to lucid dream (after reading and researching for a month every day at work) was after a very long weekend with my friends drinking from Friday through to Sunday evening. That Monday I was shattered and I came home from work and went straight to sleep at 18:30. I haven’t had recall of my dreams for the past couple of weeks, and I put this down to my irregular sleeping hours.

However, this night, I had a very vivid dream but I was not lucid. I was able to recall points in the dream that happened when I awoke abruptly at 9:30. I was very groggy and I thought I was in a state of sleep paralysis… so in my dreamy like mind, I thought it would be best to try WILD. I lay there dead still and closed my eyes but I can’t remember what I thought of as it all happened so quickly, it felt like a couple of seconds. The outside ambiance noises (the computer being on in my room) suddenly faded away and I started to hear a loud but VERY quick “woosh” sound, I really can’t describe it as I was half asleep and it felt like it happened so quickly.

After this woosh sound came it felt like I was being fast forwarded in a DVD and the dreamscape just appeared from a little dot in front of my eyes and it grew larger and larger in front of me. But it is so hard to explain, it was like it just appeared in front of me and it was all so very quick from the sound that I heard.

I somehow remember thinking to myself that, this experience was very weird and I needed to check if I was dreaming… I looked at my hands (which I have been practicing as my reality check for almost a month now) and I looked down and saw that my hands were very fuzzy and not focused, like if you were to have poor vision and not wear your glasses (I don’t wear glasses, but I presume this is what it would be like). But this was not all, on my left hand, my middle finger seemed to mould into my index finger and it looked very weird, creating four fingers (or 3 fingers, one thumb!)

After this reality check somehow I became so enlightened and I said I am in a dream! I instantly got shivers down my spine, It was weird it wasn’t fully vivid, I saw it was all wispy and wavy; I can’t explain it, like a ghost realm. I knew I was dreaming but I was also cautious. I peered up to see a door. I’ve never seen it before, but I knew that my friend Rich was behind it. As I walked through the door, there he was, sitting in his dark room, he did not look happy. As I went to speak to him and tell him that I was a in a dream, I felt a big rush of excitement and fear, when I spoke to him, it came out as a whisper, in a very croaky voice… but this did not deter him from hearing me, and he said “you can’t be in a dream, are you ok?”
I replied, but this time I did not move my mouth, I was communicating through some sort of telekinesis; and he understood me! I said that “I am dreaming, I can show you, I can fly”.

And with that I jumped in the air, but I felt very weak and not in control fully (the dream felt very fuzzy thinking about it) and I merely stayed in the air for a couple of seconds, before returning to the ground). But this was enough for Rich and he finally accepted that he was in a dream.

Suddenly my friend Brooker comes in and says that I am asleep in my bed, so how am I standing here. I got freaked out by this, but I kept my cool and I said that I was dreaming, and I can show him. He didn’t believe me so I said I can show you. So I did, I made a commandment to fold him up into a brick shape and fly through the glass. And he did, he folded up individually into a small brick shape and then I moved him back and forth through the big gothic windows, with a movement of my hand. I did this four times and smashed four windows.

When I stopped, he got out of his brick shape and he was delighted and he believed I was dreaming. I heard a knock of the door and it shook me. I went to the broken windows and peered down to see who made the knock. It was dark and there were a lot of unknown people just looking up and staring at me. I then commanded to show the person who knocked on my door, but nothing happened.

Frustrated, and without anticipation, I went down the stairs, as I went down the stairs I saw the broken glass I had smashed in the hallway, and three people standing there, staring at me as I walked down. I don’t remember walking past these people then I came against another door. Which somehow I knew my friend Tony was behind there.

Walking into the room, Tony was there and someone random was holding a mirror. I think this was because I don’t want to see a mirror in my dream, as I have been reading about “horror” lucid dreams from mirrors – but not surprisingly, as it was in my subconscious, it came through.

I remember the mirror being 3D and I had to climb over it, not looking in the mirror, I climbed over it but then all of a sudden it went 2d again, and was against the wall. I know in my dream I didn’t want to look in it, so I avoided it. But something compelled me to look in it, so in my dream I looked at my hands to ensure I was in a dream again and nothing could hurt me (I didn’t really consciously do this, my dream just made me do it, and then I thought “ok I’m dreaming”).

My hands still looked fuzzy and the middle finger was joined with the index. I gave in and looked in the mirror. As I looked in I just looked very fuzzy, like how my hands were when I did my reality check. I was smiling and my head was very liquidy. I looked the same; just had longer scruffy hair and I had lots of spots on my chin.

As I looked longer in the mirror, I knew I would start looking for something scary (because I do this in real life, I am curious) and this worried me, so I forced myself to look away. As I was forcing myself to look away I felt my eyes darting around the mirror trying to find something, and I hear a feint rumbling noise in the distance, so I quickly looked away and there was a person right beside me.

He seemed like he had a quite scary face (but I don’t really remember because I think I was coming out of my dream, or losing lucidity). I think he grabbed my shoulders and I said I was dreaming and then all of a sudden I abruptly wake up and have total vision of my ceiling in my room, like my eyes have been awake the whole time.