lucid

14 ОС (9 Ноября 2011) и ЛП
Спрайт "Кнопка"

Осознался у себя дома. Подошел к двери, решил позвать одногруппника. За дверью в подъезде его не оказалось. Тогда решил выйти на улицу. Взял сотовый телефон и положил в левый карман джинс. Когда вышел в подъезд, была мысль, что не закрыл дверь, потом её откинул - всё равно во сне. Спустился вниз нормально, хотя обычно у меня проблемы с этажами возникают - могу два или три раза спускаться на второй этаж. Перед тем как выйти на улицу, посмотрел на свою одежду: синея футболка, шорты и кроссовки. Странно, думаю, наверху в джинсах был. Вышел из подъезда, вспомнил план полетать, но увидел спрайт ребёнка. Мальчишка на вид лет 8 стоял во дворе загнувшись. Я подошёл к нему спросил кто он, что здесь делает. Он ничего не ответил. Стал его тормошить, почувствовал небольшое покалывание. Он превратился во взрослого, но всё стоял так же загнувшись. Голова неестественно вывернута и смотрит на меня. Мне стало жутко, и я оттолкнул его. Увидел пожилого мужчину, идущего в мою сторону. Когда он поравнялся, я спросил его имя. Так бы он мимо прошёл. Он немного подумал, потом ответил - Кнопка. Я его спрашиваю. Ты можешь меня отвести к одногруппнику. Тот отвечает: - Да, только это, ты должен меня за руку взять. А рука у него до этого не сгибалась. Я говорю хорошо и беру его за руку. Мы проходим весь двор. И тут я чувствую, что его рука нагрелась. "Ничего у тебя рука горячая", - говорю я. Он ничего не отвечает. Мы заходим в магазин на углу моего дома. Там стоит пара спрайтов и продавщица. "Кнопка" говорит мне, чтобы я повернулся в сторону окна и наклонился. Я так делаю, и бац - перед глазами всё темнеет.
Следующий кадр я без тела наблюдаю всё это со стороны из положения в воздухе около потолка. Моё же сновиденное тело зависло в наклонном состоянии. "Кнопка" подходит к нему и хочет положить руки на затылок. Я своим сновиденным телом ложу свою руку на затылок. Он говорит: "не мешай". Я убираю руку. Он ложит свои руки крест на крест. И зовёт спрайта Колю, чтобы тот подошёл и вселился в моё тело. Коля подходит и растворяется в моём теле. Я думаю: "Нет, так дело не пойдёт, чтобы какой-то Коля моим сновиденным телом управлял - этому не бывать! Надо сматываться осюдова!" Я заставляю своё сновиденное тело убежать. Вслед чё-то орёт продавщица. Мне приходит в голову мысль, что она не довольна, так как на одного покупателя у ней меньше стало, а я мясо не ем (наяву я мясо ем). Я вылетаю вслед за своим телом из магазина, и думаю (уже телом): «Чтобы я хоть раз во сне Кнопку позвал. Пошёл он к чёрту». Лучше бы, когда я из подъезда вышел, полетал, а не к спрайтам подходил.

ЛП. Якобы просыпаюсь на своей кровати. Тут же думаю надо написать этот сон. На подушке стоит компьютер. В экране светится форум. Но я беру какие-то оторванные два листочка треугольной формы и пишу печатными буквами Кнопка Коля. Потом думаю: "Нет, у меня таких листочков быть не может, значит, я не проснулся" Просыпаюсь наяву.

Выводы:
1. У персонажа было странное имя Кнопка.
2. Персонажи были дефектные, больные. У одного рука была загнутая, другой полностью стоял загнувшись.
3. Персонаж превратился из ребёнка во взрослого.
4. У персонажа нагрелась в рука.
5. Я попал в позицию наблюдателя. Из которой со стороны мог управлять своим телом.
6. В меня как бы вселялся персонаж.



14 LD (November 9, 2011) and FW
Sprite "Button".

Confessed at home. I went to the door, decided to call a classmate. He was not at the door to the entrance. Then I decided to go outside. I took a cell phone and put jeans in my left pocket. When I went out into the staircase, there was a thought that I hadn’t closed the door, then I threw it back - all the same in a dream. I went downstairs normally, although usually I have problems with floors - I can go down to the second floor two or three times. Before I went out, I looked at my clothes: a blue t-shirt, shorts and sneakers. Strange, I think, was upstairs in jeans.

I went out of the staircase, remembered the plan to fly, but saw the sprite of the child. A boy of about 8 years old was bent over in the yard. I went up to him and asked who he was, what he was doing here. He did not answer. I began to slow him down, I felt a slight tingling sensation. He turned into an adult, but he was still bent. The head is unnaturally turned out and looks at me. I felt terrible, and I pushed him away.

I saw an old man walking in my direction. When he caught up, I asked his name. So he would pass by. He thought for a moment, then answered - Button. I ask him. You can take me to a classmate. He replies: - Yes, only that, you should take my hand. And his hand had not been bent before. I speak well and take his hand. We go through the whole yard. And then I feel that his hand has warmed up. “Nothing in your hand is hot,” I say. He doesn't answer anything.

We go to the store on the corner of my house. There are a couple of sprites and a saleswoman. The “button” tells me to turn toward the window and lean. I do this, and bang - everything is getting dark before my eyes.

The next frame, without body, I observe all this from the side from a position in the air near the ceiling. My dreaming body hung in an inclined state. A “button” comes up to him and wants to put his hands on the back of his head. I lay my hand on the back of my head with my dreaming body. He says: "do not interfere." I take my hand away. He lays his hands cross on the cross. And he calls the sprite Kolya to come up and inhabit my body. Kolya comes up and dissolves in my body. I think: “No, that’s not the way it would be for some Kolya to control my dreaming body - this will not happen! We must wander around!” I make my dream body run away. After something the saleswoman yells. It occurs to me that she’s not happy, because she has less per customer, and I don’t eat meat (in reality I eat meat). I fly out after the body from the store, and I think (already with the body): “So that I call the Button at least once. He went to hell. " It would be better when I left the entrance, flew, and not approached the sprites.

FW. Allegedly waking up on my bed. Immediately I think we should write this dream. On the pillow is a computer. The forum is shining on the screen. But I take some torn two leaflets of a triangular shape and write in block letters Button Kolya. Then I think: "No, I can’t have such leaves, so I didn’t wake up." I wake up in reality.

Findings:
1. The character had a strange name Button.
2. The characters were defective, sick. One had a bent arm, the other was completely bent.
3. The character has evolved from a child to an adult.
4. The character warmed up in the hand.
5. I fell into the position of observer. From which from the outside I could control my body.
6. The character seemed to instill in me.

Awake|Dreaming|Lucid

I'm sleeping in a bed and there are two other people in the bed. I have just waken up and I'm trying to take the quilt all for myself. I decide to go up from bed and my sister comes into the room. She has some white shirt on her and she's holding something. One of the persons in the bed says that her white shirt amplifies her powers so that she can make us sleepy. She activates her powers and I become really dizzy. I manage to escape the room and I'm suddenly outside. I'm supposed to go to school for PE but I find it odd because I know it's summer vacation. I keep on walking and I meet up with my friend Gabriel. We are talking and he apparently has some money problems. His mother owes 1000 dollars to the rent man. I offer him help because I have money but he says that he doesn't need my help and gets a little bit offended. We talk some more and he apologizes because he was rude when I offered him money. I go to school and suddenly I'm in a church. I talk with my schoolmates and wonder why we have school in a church even though it's vacation. They can't give me a straight answer and that's when I realize it's a dream. I walk to the exit and I see my dad talking with two persons. I walk past them and go outside. I remember that I have been wanting to summon a fire in my hand and I'm trying to. It doesn't work so I decide to fly instead. I run and jump into the air but fall into the bushes. This dream is not cooperating with me. I walk and see Pia. She laughs and I walk past her. The dream fades rapidly and I wake up.

I'm really angry with my dad and we are arguing.

I'm in a wood workshop and doing a mini hammer with another person. We have a leader that is guiding us. I am about grind the tool I'm making and suddenly there is a book that is shifting pages and the pictures in the book are moving. I see a man in the book and I ask our leader if that is the master of the dark side. She is shocked and tells me that I'm a fool. I see my face in the book and I have a bird mask on me. I realize it's a dream and I walk to the window. I climb it in order to jump out and fly. Just as I am to jump I wake up because my mother knocks on the window to my room.

13 ОС. Цветок (4 ноября 2011) (It turns out in the past I still gave names to dreams)
Я зашёл в проулок и сорвал фиолетовый цветок. Сначала цветок выглядел как боольшаая ромашка с фиолетовыми лепестками. Позже лепестки загнулись вверх, и цветок уже выглядел как Фиалка. После того как я сорвал цветок, сразу осознался. Про план полетать не вспомнил. Посмотрел на руки. Дотронулся до деревянного забора, с целью закрепится. Далее понял, что чтобы закрепится до забора необязательно дотрагиваться, так как у меня есть цветок. Дотронулся до его лепестков сверху - колется. Сам цветок был размером с ладонь. Попытался левой рукой дотронуться до себя. Сон стал расплываться раз. И своё тело я ощутил как белое облако - два. Убрал руку - всё стало нормально. Стал разглядывать свою одежду. Такая же, как и в реале: Синяя футболка, джинсы, кроссовки, носки. Когда стал разглядывать носки, вылетел из сна.

Выводы:
1. Растения во сне красивее и больше, чем в реале.
2. Не получилось дотронуться до своего сновиденного тела.


13 LD. Flower (November 4, 2011)
I went into the alley and picked a purple flower. At first, the flower looked like a big daisy with purple petals. Later, the petals bent up, and the flower already looked like Violet. After I picked a flower, I immediately realized. I didn’t remember about the plan to fly.
I looked at my hands. I touched a wooden fence, in order to gain a foothold. I further realized that in order to gain a foothold in the fence, it is not necessary to touch, since I have a flower. I touched its petals from above - pricks. The flower itself was the size of a palm. I tried to touch myself with my left hand. The dream began to blur once. And I felt my body like a white cloud - two.
I removed my hand - everything became normal. I began to examine my clothes. The same as in real life: Blue T-shirt, jeans, sneakers, socks. When I began to look at the socks, flew out of dream.

Findings:
1. Plants in a dream are more beautiful and larger than in real life.
2. I couldn’t touch my dreaming body.

Monday Night, 6/1/20

Finally broke my dry spell and got a lucid! Didn't last long but I'm happy for the change. I recalled a ton of dream plot from last night but I'll skip to right before the lucid section:

I was running down a deserted street in a suburban neighborhood, accompanied by a DC named "Chris", an in-dream boyfriend of a few months according to my dream memories. We'd just finished some schenanigans that ended with me shoving him behind a bush in front of his dwelling so he could finish getting dressed without the neighbors seeing him half naked. Don't ask Anyway we were laughing and running down the street and I started taking some leaps and jumps into the air as I ran because I was feeling quite happy and energized. I found that each jump carried me quite high, and I started to test just how high I could go. Soon I was floating up into the air. "Flying means dreaming." I muttered to myself because that sounded like a familiar phrase somehow. "Wait, I'm flying, so I'm dreaming!" I said. I glided along and spun around a bit.

"Woah, look what you can do!" Chris said from where he was running on the ground.

"You can do it too!" I told him, grabbing his hands and pulling him into the air. I let go and twirled him around in the air by making a circular motion with my hand. Right around then I heard my alarm start beeping. Chris and I stared at each other for a moment then the dream started to fade.

When I opened my eyes I had that heavy, difficult to move feeling that told me I could still go back into the dream if I wanted to, if it weren't for the fact that I had to get up to turn off the alarm. A little annoyed, I broke the connection to the dream by moving and went to turn it off. Tried laying down again but was too awake by then to get back to sleep.

Spoiler for Additional Notes:

Throughout the earlier dream I noticed a few strange things. Two or three times where items appeared as if by magic when I knew I didn't have them but looked for them anyway, my dream sign of a yet another toilet with no privacy that I could see from another room, and clocks multiplying from just one to three of them on a wall, all with conflicting and rapidly changing times. Then once I started flying that phrase "flying means dreaming" popped into my head the way a catchy commercial jingle might. It's a phrase I've repeated to myself in waking life many times, especially when going over old records for missed opportunities. A few moments after saying it to myself in the dream the actual meaning sunk in. I haven't done much with mantras in the past, but I think I'll be focusing on them more now that I've experienced the potential benefit first hand - and almost by accident!

Dream fragment I was racing my sisters in mario kart, we were in the game racing on the courses that looked more like the 3d platform versions of mario, my eldest sister is winning but I'm only 12 points behind her coming up to the last course.

Another frag I'm at KC lakeview pool with Mason. I'm trying to get in during adult swim but the peck family start talking to me about something, I can see Mason is getting disappointed because he wanted me to come into the pool. Eventually I do end up getting in, there are kids doing tricks off the diving board.

The dream scene was at JMU, going back and forth down port republic, I think there were parties going on in forest. I'm in a car and we end up at Showker, I'm standing outside with Derek and he points towards the road that goes to the stadium and says "remember when Aaron would come from there and pick us up" and then I said "yeah after Accounting class", by the way this never happened IRL. We go across the highway and where there are dorms and he's telling me about how they drank there as a group of my friends, he then told me I was somewhere else at the time, I began to explain I was at this house over near forest with Hay, I mentioned I had been really hungover.

I eventually end up walking into a room, the idea is that I got placed into this random class of people who didn't give a shit about their academics. There was a girl curled up in a ball in her sweatshirt with dark makeup and long dark hair, a stocky guy sitting on a couch looking at his phone, and another guy on the other end of the room playing videogames. A teacher walks in and starts asking me about topics I've learned about, I say "accounting" and he repeats me, then I say "calculus" and he goes "oh yes calculus" or something like that, then he sits down on the couch and starts to go on about techniques in super smash bros. about how to go into someone and toss them, I'm starting to think I probably won't be learning anything related to school in this room. The girl who was sleeping is now on the other side of the TV and as I'm paying attention my eyes keep diverting off and meeting her eyes which are also darting back and forth.

Eventually I'm in another room, it looks like a situation room or computer lab, Donald Trump is there with other foreign leaders. An army soldier walks in, Trump starts talking to him, the army guy starts telling him a story about his brother as they're walking out of the room, a foreign leader stops Trump so he tells the army guy to wait for him out in the hallway, the army soldier says "yes sir" in a disappointed tone. The army guy comes back in the room in a little bit. Trump looks at me standing in the corner and says something like "are we ready to go" in an awkward tone. I'm now in an elevator with Trump Melania the army guy and Trump's two sons. I kept thinking Trump was going to ask the army guy to finish his story with the brother but I looked over and Trump had one iphone headphone in his ear not paying attention. I turned to the army soldier and said, "please you should tell us the rest of the story", he looked awkwardly at Trump who is not paying attention at all. Everyone in the elevator looked extremely uncomfortable. Trump slouched over and leans on the elevator wall where the buttons are.

I'm standing there and starting to think this is weird, why the hell would I ever be in this situation. And then I think 'hmmm this might be a dream.' I take my right index finger and push it into my left palm, at first nothing happens but then it partially goes through my palm. I look up and say "well you guys do know this is a dream right? This is a dream." Everyone in the elevator was just standing there saying nothing. I said "well in a dream you can do anything" and I imagine myself trying to fly, I end up morphing down through the elevator floor into a space below it where the elevator had been going down. I float down to the first floor and see a lobby that looked similar to an airport gate where you wait to board. My phone buzzes and it locks me out of any vision of the dream. The semi lucidity goes back into a non lucid dream. I unlock my phone and continue into the lobby. I see a bag and what I thought was the girl with the dark eyeliner in her sweatshirt again. I throw my bag on the seat next to hers and sit down. She isn't really there and it's a backpack. I look to my right and Liz walks up and throws a backpack onto a seat next to me. I look at my phone to see a text from her.

12 ОС Левитация (31 октября 2011)
Я находился у себя на дворе. Залез на какую-то лестницу и начинаю срезать со столба магнитофонные ленты. Потом лестница превращается в турник. Я подтягиваюсь пару раз. Далее скрещиваю ноги, отталкиваюсь от турника, и парю уже в воздухе примерно на уровне 2 этажа. Сразу мысль: " Я же хотел во сне полетать, значит это сон". Тут же смотрю на свои руки. Выглядят нормально. Долетаю до забора. Думаю, что надо приземлиться и закрепиться (зря я так подумал). Приземляюсь, подхожу к забору и трогаю его. Далее пытаюсь дотронуться до земли и тут же вылетаю из сна.

Выводы:
1. Осознался из-за левитации.
2. Во сне тактильные ощущения казались реальными, проснувшись, понял, что, во-первых, не было чувства холодный предмет или тёплый, во вторых я не уверен, что на ощупь забор был железный, но и не плотная структура как в НС у меня часто бывает.


12 LD Levitation (October 31, 2011)
I was in my yard. I climbed up a ladder and begin to cut tape from a column. Then the ladder turns into a horizontal bar. I pull myself up a couple of times. Then I cross my legs, push off from the horizontal bar, and soar already in the air at about 2 floors. Immediately the thought: "I wanted to fly in a dream, then this is a dream." I look at my hands right there. They look fine. Fly to the fence. I think we need to land and gain a foothold (in vain I thought so). Landing, I go up to the fence and touch it. Then I try to touch the ground and immediately fly out of dream.

Findings:
1. Confessed due to levitation.
2. In a dream, tactile sensations seemed real, waking up, I realized that, firstly, there was no feeling a cold object or warm, secondly I was not sure that the fence was iron to the touch, but it was not dense like in ordinary dreams often happens to me.

11 ОС. Поиск знакомой. (24 октября 2011)

Я шел по дороге. Понял, что сплю. Подошел к зданию с колоннами. Попытался вызвать знакомую из-за колонны. Читал в реале метод - "вытягивание из-за угла". Не вышло. Зашел в здание. Народ, который до этого рядом со мной был, куда-то исчез. В комнате увидел шкаф. Вспомнил, что читал на форуме у другого пользователя:
"Из закрытых пространств - шкаф, холодильник у меня вызывались агрессивные персонажи".
Решил шкаф не трогать. Стал искать дверь. Двери не было видно. Стал разгребать хлам у стены. За хламом оказалась дверь. Просунул за дверь руку, и стал звать знакомую. Пытался ее представить. За руку меня так никто и не взял. Открыл дверь, и зашел внутрь.

Оказался в белой комнате. На стене висело зеркало. Стал смотреть в отражение. Я был в черной футболке. Тут отражение уменьшило рост. Я тоже уменьшился. Стал примерно на голову ниже ростом. Нашел другую дверь. Снова стал звать знакомую. Почувствовал покалывание в пальцах. Но за руку опять никто не взял.

За дверью оказался подъезд. Прошел по лестничной площадке до следующей двери. Представляю, что за дверью оказывается моя знакомая. Открываю дверь - знакомой нет. За дверью моя квартира. Захожу в квартиру. Прямо в стене комнаты еще одна дверь. Выхожу за нее - лестница. Затем снова моя квартира. Так несколько раз подряд.

Попытался закрыть дверь квартиры на ключ, но это никак не получалось сделать. Так как замочная скважина была с внутренней стороны железной двери. Деревянной же двери не было вообще. Понял, что это бессмысленно, и выбросил ключ.

Свернул в спальню. У меня на столе стоит блюдце с клубникой. Когда проснулся, понял, что стол во сне стоял старый. В реале мы его выкинули давно. Попробовал клубнику на вкус - горькая гадость! Пробую еще раз. При этом вспоминаю вкус клубники. Другое дело - почувствовал сладкую клубнику. Ягода таяла у меня во рту.

Подхожу к окну. За окном летний день. И местность мне кажется очень красивой. Хотя вроде все то же самое, что и в реале. Подумал: "Сейчас не лето, а осень - значит это сон".

Пошел в зал. При этом продолжал, есть клубнику. В зале она растворилась. Почувствовал изменение вкуса, перед тем, как клубника исчезла (соль чувствовалась).

В зале попытался взлететь. Усилием мысли это сделать не получилось. Подпрыгнул - все равно не взлетел. Забрался на кресло и решил подпрыгнуть с него вверх. Не вышло - ноги прилипли к креслу. Перепрыгнул в длину с этого кресла на другое, а с другого кресла в коридор. Прыжок был длинный. В коридоре стоял парень. Я в него врезался, и он исчез.

Заново вспомнил про свой план - найти знакомую. Решил в воздухе пальцем нарисовать дверь, чтобы она из нее вышла. На пару секунд возникла полупрозрачная дверь, но быстро исчезла. Тогда я решил вспомнить фотографию знакомой. Появилась фотография из контакта. Голограмма фотографии стала расти в размере. Сумел рассмотреть все детали фотографии. Но сама знакомая на фото не ожила. Вскоре голограмма исчезла.

Вышел в подъезд. Снизу по ступенькам поднялась бабушка соседка. Решил ее превратить в знакомую. Какой-то парень подал мне полотенце. Я накинул полотенце на бабушку. Стал представлять, как она превращается в знакомую. Снял полотенце. На пару секунд увидел знакомую. Но тут же спрайт растворился в воздухе. Вернулся обратно в комнату. Там стоит эта бабушка соседка и улыбается.
- А, это опять ты. А ну брысь отсюда!
Соседка исчезает.

Снова выхожу на лестничную площадку. Пытаюсь представить, что знакомая поднимается по ступенькам. Слышу шаги. Пришла знакомая, но не та, что я хотел. Хотя имена у этих знакомых одинаковые. Зашел вместе с ней в комнату, и тут же вышел обратно один в подъезд. Вижу одногруппницу и ее парня. Причём одногруппница без одежды. Я требую от них, чтобы они привели мне нужную знакомую. При этом размахиваю кулаком и стучу по полу. Кулак спокойно доставал до пола, хотя я не наклонялся. Называю реальный адрес знакомой. Голая одногруппница спиной отъезжает сквозь стену.

Ее парень мне говорит:
- И что ты думаешь, что она тебе ее приведет?
Я понимаю, что этот парень, на самом деле не ее парень. Навожу на него палец и говорю:
- Покажи мне свое истинное лицо.
Лицо не изменилось. А вот из штанов у него выпал громадный хер. Дядюшка Фрейд отдыхает.
Парень мне говорит, что меня зовет к телефону Анастасия Звягинцева. Когда проснулся, понял, что это фамилия автора книги, которую я тогда читал.

Я пошел на кухню. Там у меня стоит телефон. По пути взял за руку знакомую 1. На кухне мы занялись с ней сексом. В процессе ее ноги превратились в рыбий хвост. Аля русалка. От увиденного проснулся.

Выводы:
1. План найти знакомую провалился.
2. Метод двери не сработал.
3. Метод вытаскивания из-за угла тоже не сработал.
4. Визуализировать фотографию вышло лишь на пару секунд.
5. Попытка превратить другого персонажа провалилась. На пару секунд возник образ знакомой и исчез.
6. На пару секунд сумел нарисовать пальцем в воздухе дверь, но та быстро исчезла.
7. Изменилось отражение в зеркале - изменился я.
8. Клубника на вкус была гадостью, пока я не вспомнил настоящий вкус.
9. Еду мы во сне не глотаем - она тает во рту.
10. Взлететь не получилось.
11. Прыгнуть в высоту не вышло. Ноги прилипли к креслу.
12. Зато вышло далеко прыгнуть в длину.
13. Спрайты исчезают на глазах.
14. В процессе секса у знакомой появился рыбий хвост, как у русалки. Такого я явно не ожидал.
15. Место действия: Здание с колоннами, чужие квартиры, моя квартира.
16. Примерное время нахождения в ОСе - 12 минут.


11 LD. Search for a familiar. (October 24, 2011)

I walked along the road. I realized that I was sleeping. I went to the building with columns. I tried to call a friend from behind the column. I read in real life the method - "pulling around the corner." It didn’t work out. I went into the building. The people who had been near me before disappeared. I saw a closet in the room. I remembered that I read on the forum from another user:
"From enclosed spaces - a closet, a refrigerator, I called aggressive characters."
I decided not to touch the closet. I began to look for the door. The door was not visible. I began to rake trash against the wall. There was a door behind the trash. I put my hand out the door and began to call my friend. I tried to imagine her. Nobody took my hand. I opened the door, and went inside.

I ended up in a white room. A mirror hung on the wall. I began to look in reflection. I was in a black t-shirt. Here reflection reduced growth. I also declined. I became about a head taller. Found another door. Again I began to call a familiar. I felt a tingling sensation in my fingers. But again, no one took his hand.

There was an entrance outside the door. I walked down the landing to the next door. I imagine that my familiar is at the door. I open the door - there is no familiar. Outside the door is my apartment. I go to the apartment. Right in the wall of the room is another door. I go out for her - the stairs. Then again my apartment. So several times in a row.

I tried to close the door of the apartment with the key, but it could not be done. Since the keyhole was on the inside of the iron door. There was no wooden door at all. I realized that this was pointless, and threw away the key.

I turned into the bedroom. On my table is a saucer with strawberries. When I woke up, I realized that the table in the dream was old. In real life, we threw him a long time ago. I tasted strawberries - bitter muck! I try again. At the same time, I remember the taste of strawberries. Another thing - I felt a sweet strawberry. The berry was melting in my mouth.

I go to the window. Outside the window is a summer day. And the area seems very beautiful to me. Although everything seems to be the same as in real life. I thought: "Now is not summer, but autumn - it means it's a dream."

I went to the hall. In this case, I continued to eat strawberries. In the hall it disappeared. I felt a change in taste before the strawberries disappeared (salt was felt).

In the hall I tried to take off. By effort of thought, this did not work. Jumped - still did not take off. I climbed into the chair and decided to jump up from it. It didn’t work out - legs stuck to the chair. I jumped in length from this chair to another, and from another chair into the corridor. The jump was long. There was a guy in the hallway. I crashed into him and he disappeared.

I remembered about my plan again - to find a familiar. I decided to draw a door in the air with my finger so that it would come out of it. For a couple of seconds, a translucent door appeared, but quickly disappeared. Then I decided to recall a photo of a familiar. A photo from the contact has appeared. The hologram of the photograph began to grow in size. I managed to consider all the details of the photo. But the familiar in the photo did not come to life. Soon the hologram disappeared.

I went out into the staircase. From below, a old woman of a neighbor climbed the steps. I decided to turn it into a familliar. Some guy handed me a towel. I threw a towel on old woman. I began to imagine how she turns into a familiar. I took off the towel. For a couple of seconds I saw a familiar. But then the sprite dissolved in the air. Returned back to the room. This old woman is a neighbor standing there and smiling.
- Ah, it's you again. Well, scatter from here!
A neighbor disappears.

I go out onto the landing again. I’m trying to imagine that a familiar is climbing the stairs. I hear the steps. A familiar girl came, but not the one I wanted. Although the names of these familiar are the same. I went into the room with her, and immediately went back alone to the entrance. I see a classmate and her boyfriend. Moreover, a classmate without clothes. I demand from them that they bring me the right familiar girl. At the same time, I wave my fist and knock on the floor. The fist calmly reached the floor, although I did not bend. I call the real address familiar. The naked classmate with her back drives off through the wall.

Her boyfriend tells me:
“And what do you think she will bring her to you?”
I understand that this guy is not really her boyfriend. I put a finger on him and say:
- Show me your true face.
The face has not changed. But from his pants he dropped a huge dick. Uncle Freud is resting.
The guy tells me that Anastasia Zvyagintseva is calling me on the phone. When I woke up, I realized that this is the name of the author of the book that I was reading then.

I went to the kitchen. I have a phone there. On the way, I took the familiar 1. By the hand, we had sex with her in the kitchen. In the process, her legs turned into a fish tail. Ala the mermaid. I woke up from what I saw.

Findings:
1. The plan to find a familliar has failed.
2. The door method did not work.
3. The pull-out method from around the corner also did not work.
4. It was only a couple of seconds to visualize the photo.
5. The attempt to transform another character failed. For a couple of seconds, the image of a friend appeared and disappeared.
6. For a couple of seconds I managed to draw a door in the air with my finger, but it quickly disappeared.
7. The reflection in the mirror has changed - I have changed.
8. Strawberries tasted disgusting until I remembered the real taste.
9. We do not swallow food in a dream - it melts in the mouth.
10. Take off did not work.
11. Jump in height did not work. Feet stuck to the chair.
12. But it turned out to jump far in length.
13. Sprites disappear before our eyes.
14. In the process of sex, a friend got a fish tail, like a mermaid. This I clearly did not expect.
15. Venue: Building with columns, other people's apartments, my apartment.
16. The approximate time spent in the LD is 12 minutes.

Awake|Dreaming|Lucid

I've been using some longer mantras lately and thought about how much the mantra actually does. I change it to a more simple mantra, "It's a dream, pinch your nose". I had two lucid dreams tonight so I guess it worked. I have been trying out the "summon a mirror and teleport through it skill" and I tried it out several times this night.

I'm in our summer place on the upper floor. I think about flying out the window but I sense that the dream is not stable and I think that I will wake up if I do anything crazy right away. I walk down the stairs instead and say to myself "this is a dream". I walk out through the door and try to summon a mirror in front of me. I say "take me to the place I want to go to". As the mirror rises from the ground and I start to see what is in it I am not satisfied. There are several worms that look disgusting in the mirror. I don't enter the mirror and keep on walking to the waters instead.

I'm walking outside our house and wonder if this is a dream, I think about it and don't find any reason why I would be walking the street outside my house. I do my RC and realize it's a dream. I summon a mirror and don't give the teleportation any directions. I walk in... I don't remember more but I think this next part is the same dream.

I'm walking the streets in a medieval town. I start to walk behind someone and I think to myself that I should not walk so close to a stranger because they might think I am trying to kill them. I slow down and walk at a distance from the person in front of me. He pulls out a flintlock pistol with a long pipe and shoot on me. He misses and I run away. I have a long adventure and my friend Albin is next to me. We run all over the place. I don't remember what we run from and I come to a white room with people in it. I grow bored and realize it's a dream. I try to summon a mirror in front of me without giving it directions. The mirror rises from the ground and I start to see something through the mirror. I walk in and see all these trampolines but they are all a part of the ground. There are people I know there. I have read a post about someone who talked about being nice to your DCs so I start to say hi to those I know the name of. It's a little bit awkward when I don't know the name of a person. I come to the last trampoline and the people on it act as if I have jumped with them before. There are beartraps on the trampoline and they play a game where you are supposed to avoid the beartraps. They invite me to play with them but I don't want to. They want to show me a new game they have made. I stay a little bit longer as they show me. All the people are supposed to jump except one. The last one rams the trampoline from the side and those on the trampoline are supposed to avoid the beartraps as they move when the trampoline is rammed. I grow tired of this place and try to summon a mirror without directions. A mirror rises from the ground and there are weird patterns on it. Mostly black and white. My reflection is shown when I move my hand up close the mirror. I try to enter it but it won't let me. I think about how I can use another medium as a teleportation tool. I look along the wall next to me and see a starwars poster. Almost like an instinct I go to the poster and open it up from below. When I open it up it's black on the other side. I enter and as I do there are space ships flying past me. I fly and try to come to the space ships. I succeed and I am faster than the space ships. It's a feeling of freedom. (I just shivered when I thought of the feeling because it was really nice.)There are two space fleets. The "good guys" and the "bad guys". I notice who are the bad guys because they have a big ship and the good guys have many small ships instead. I fly really fast to the big ship. I come to it and stop. The other ships fly past me and I wait some time. When the ships are far ahead of me I fly as fast as I can to race with them. I fly a while and I'm not sure if I am able to win anymore. I get some extra speed and pull it of. I come past them and there is a planet ahead. I fly and accidentally crash with another small ship. I see the small ship crash landing and when I have a closer look on the crashing ship I see that Yoda is holding on to the falling ship on the outside of the ship. It looks as if he is having a hard time holding on to it. I think Anakin is in the inside of the crashing ship. I am suddenly in a ship and I am about to crash in the water. In the last second I am able to steer the ship up and as I do the ship touches the water. (This is in third person and I lose my lucidity around here) I fly some time and suddenly it is a video game. I hear my little brother's voice. He is asking William for tips how to clean up his base in the best way. My view is like a screen and I see that it is my little brother who plays because I hear his voice as he makes his decisions. William gives my brother some advice and they sound to be smart. The game is a blend between two games. Starcraft 2 and a "tidy up your home game". My brother is preparing his base for an attack and tidying away some litter on the ground from his base. The enemy comes and my brother manages to survive with only defensive structures.

Possible recurring elements: Summer place, worms, walking outside my house, Albin, old classmates.

Notes: It's soon summer vacation and my dreams are affected. That's why I dreamt about being in our summerplace. It's to bad that the first strategy didn't work. "Take me to the place I want to go to". I had nothing in mind and wanted the dream to surprise me. I wanted the dream to give me an answer to what I wanted to do in my dream. I have been walking close to my house a lot in the past nights. I think I dreamt about the medieval town because my brother played Assassin's Creed some months ago. The gun the man tried to shoot me with reminded me of Assassin's Creed anyways. I dreamed about the trampolines because our summerplace has a trampoline. I only remember Oliver from my last class in the trampolines. The beartraps comes from a game I play with my little brother, it's called Dead by Daylight. The flying was one of my best ones ever. I had almost no restrictions and went on full speed with full control. My cousin William had a Starwars marathon with some of his friends and I dreamt about Starwars because of that. Now after the dream I realize that the big ship that was on the "bad guys'" team actually was the good guys' ship in Starcraft 2. I dreamt about Yoda because he is a meme that me and David likes. It is natural for me to dream about someone asking William for advice since I think that he is really smart.

Being stuck at home so much at the moment is really messing with my lucidity (or maybe my intention to lucid dream). But I'm slowly getting back into it; some short (semi-)lucid experiences and one incomplete WILD in the last few days. Now, the first full lucid dream in more than a month - even if it was very short.

Woke up after only 3 hours of sleep and didn't feel sleepy at all. Took this as an opportunity to experiment once again, and put myself into a state of deep hypnosis. Used this to work through some things and progressively got more relaxed, after some time I fell back asleep. Next thing I remember is waking up again and thinking: "There'll probably be false awakenings....Like this?!"
I tried to RC but everything was already so strange that the dream state was obvious: Looking around my field of view appeared somewhat limited and the whole room was tilted by 45°. Nevertheless, I got up and walked towards the door. This was quite difficult because I felt very groggy. I noticed my mother sitting on my bed and asking if I wasn't able to sleep (again...).
Next, I felt pretty lightweight and so I started floating through the house. Once again I was astonished how realistic everthing can seem, e.g. when I slightly pinched my fingers in a door. Then, I got to the entrance and - without hestitation - proceeded to jump straight through the door. Interestingly, some part of me was surprised and got really scared by this action. I heard myself utter a fearful sound but didn't produce this neither in the dream nor in reality - as I woke up right away.

Awake|Dreaming|Lucid

I used the mantra "I am going to wake up after each dream and remember it". I woke up four times tonight and wrote down my dreams when I woke up each time.

"I know it's a dream but I feel obliged to help you!" I say to my brother in my room. He says something and I look behind my bed for important papers that are supposed to help me help my brother. I walk to the bathroom. I become more lucid and decide to do some experiments. I look on my fingers and they are almost normal, just a little bit small. I have wondered this week if I have my glasses on in my dreams. I got glasses two years ago and I'm not sure if my brain gives me glasses in my dreams so I check in the mirror. I don't have any glasses and my view gets a bit muddy. My brain understood that I didn't have my glasses and made my view bad. I block my view from the mirror with my hand and excpect the glasses to be on when I move my hand. When I move my hand I have glasses on me. But on the left side the glasses are inside my head. I adjust the glasses but my view gets even worse with the glasses on. I take of the glasses and my view turns back to normal.

I fly over the city I live in and William appears, I ask him if he is my dream guide. He replies. "I am not your dream guide. dream guides are only for those who have mastered dreaming." I keep on walking. This dream was a little bit lucid but not that much.

I am with my cousins who all eat cereals. I am the only one who don't eat. Some of them drink milk from baby bottles. Oskar asks me if I can sit next to him and I do. I put my chin to his baby chin and go back to my chair.

I wake up in the night and test out WILD. I suddenly have my arms in another position and I think I moved them without noticing. But I realize I fell asleep and moved my arms in the sleep. I try to remember if I dreamed and remembered this dream.

I'm sitting in the kitchen and mom is sitting next to me. There are some cookies on a plate on the table. Mom says that she got them free from her work. We eat them but I don't remembered the taste.

I'm walking fast to school and see Max B on the way. Our eyes meet when we are about three meters away but I quickly move on. He's talking with his friends and I don't want to interact with them. Max is waiting for the train but I walk to the bus. We have a math assignment and I tell the buss driver about it. He says that he knows exactly how it feels and I feel comforted. The bus is driving to my old school Rosenfeldt.

Possible recurring elements: My brother and chaos, my house, the city I live in, William, my cousins, school, math

Notes: I have had the theme of my brother in chaos very much lately. Today I spent time with him. I read a dream journal about someone who had their dad as her dream guide. I also watched a TV episode about a person who is dreaming and talking with his dream guide. That's why I dreamt about dream guides. I am with my cousins very much and it is only natural for me to dream about them. My mom have brought cookies from her job sometimes in the past but not this year at all. I thought I saw Max B yesterday when I got my food from school but it was someone else I didn't know. That's why I dreamt about him. I have had a hard math assignment about proving a math theorem about matrixes and eigenvectors that I worked with a lot yesterday with. I proved it today and I'm so relieved.

10 ОС. Конец света. (23 Октябрь 2011)
Суть неосознанного сна была в том, что связи тяготения в галактике стали распадаться и планеты, солнечные системы стали беспорядочно разлетаться кто куда. Мы со знакомыми были подавлены случившимся, так как мы находились по сюжету сна на планете колонии, где всё добывается искусственно, и в случае подобной катастрофы нам было не выжить. Выжить могла только Земля, где всё натуральное.
Несмотря на сюжет сна я шёл по бульвару, который существует в реальном мире как раз таки на Земле.Тут я начал вспоминать, как мы узнали эту новость, и понял что до этого я ничего не помню. Я говорю знакомым, чтобы они не расстраивались этой катастрофой, так как я не помню, как я здесь оказался, зато помню что я вчера дома лёг спать, так что скорее всего это сон и всё происходит в моей голове. Несмотря на понимание, что это сон я хотел продолжать действовать по сюжету. Лица знакомых, после того как я это сказал, помрачнели. Я пошёл впереди них, и попробовал проткнуть столб большим пальцем насквозь. Сам отвернулся от столба. На ощупь столб был не бетонным, а какая то плотная структура. Проткнуть так и не получилось, хотя я держал так долгое время. Тем временем я увидел, что вместо моих знакомых идут трое бомжеватого вида мужика. Я отошёл от столба и пошёл дальше. Впереди был дом, захотелось пройти сквозь него, но в последний момент подумал что не получится и обошёл его. Проснулся, заснул тут же заново. Осознанного сна больше не было, но сюжет был тот же. Я со знакомыми был в какой-то комнате и мы изобретали что то чтобы выжить. При этом надо было взять с собой важные вещи и мне было жалко расставаться со своими столовыми приборами: ложкой, вилкой, ножиком.

Выводы:
1.Осознанность была слабая. Тем не менее про план вспомнил.
2. Проткнуть столб не получилось.
3. Удалось вернуться в сон. Сюжет был тот же: "скоро конец света.


10 LD End of the light. (October 23, 2011)
The essence of an unconscious dream was that the bonds of gravity in the galaxy began to decay and the planets, the solar systems began to randomly fly apart. My friends and I were overwhelmed by what happened, since we were on the plot of sleep on the planet colony, where everything is artificially mined, and in the event of such a catastrophe we could not survive. Only the Earth could survive, where everything is natural.
Despite the plot of the dream, I walked along the boulevard that exists in the real world just on Earth. Then I began to recall how we learned this news, and realized that before that I did not remember anything.
I tell my friends that they should not be upset by this catastrophe, since I don’t remember how I ended up here, but I remember that I went to bed yesterday at home, so most likely it is a dream and everything happens in my head.
Despite the understanding that this was a dream, I wanted to continue acting on the plot. The faces of my friends, after I said this, became gloomy. I went ahead of them, and tried to pierce the post through with my thumb. Himself turned away from the post. To the touch the post was not concrete, but some kind of dense structure. It didn’t work through the poke, although I held it for a long time.
In the meantime, I saw that instead of my friends there were three homeless-looking peasants. I moved away from the post and moved on. Ahead was a house, I wanted to go through it, but at the last moment I thought that it would not work and went around it.
Woke up, fell asleep right there again. There was no longer a lucid dream, but the plot was the same. I was in a room with friends and we invented something to survive. At the same time, I had to take important things with me and I was sorry to part with my cutlery: a spoon, a fork, a knife.

Findings:
1. Awareness was weak. Nevertheless, I remembered the plan.
2. It did not work to pierce the post.
3. Managed to return to sleep. The plot was the same: "soon the end of the light.

9 ОС. На огороде с другом (22 октября 2011)

Я нахожусь с другом "АСом" и другими знакомыми возле деревянного дома. Дом двухэтажный. Часть людей находится на улице, часть в окне на втором этаже. Мы с "АСом" пошли вокруг дома. Весь остальной народ куда-то исчез. Я подумал странно, может это сон. Взглянул на руки - точно сон. Местность стала походить на мой огород. Тем временем мы с "АСом" ступили на деревянный тротуарчик, который пересекал огород. "АС" шёл впереди. Я стал его догонять при этом наклонился и дотронулся до тротуара и его кромки. При этом не переставал двигаться. Дерево ощущалось нормально, я даже испугался что посажу занозу если не уберу руку. Догнав "АСа" стал хватать его и трясти, но он продолжал идти вперёд. Тогда я развернул его (при этом заметил что на нём зелёная рубашка), и сказал ему: "АС, мы во сне"

"Нет ни в сне", - ответил он.

Я его отпустил, и он растворился в воздухе. Я решил пойти в обратную сторону, предварительно ещё раз дотронувшись до тротуара. Но качество ОСа всё равно было не очень, не то что в предыдущем сне. Если смотреть вдаль изображение искажалось. Поэтому я сосредоточился на ближайшем окружении: тротуаре, огороде, и виднеющих впереди двух дачных построек. До них я так и не дошёл.

Выводы:
1. Персонажи исчезают.
2. Тактильные ощущения в ОСе реальны.
3. Спрайт друга отказался поверить, что это сон.

9 LD. In the garden with a friend (October 22, 2011).

I am with my friend "AS" and other friends near a wooden house. The house is two-story. Some people are on the street, some in a window on the second floor. "AS" and I went around the house. The rest of the people disappeared somewhere. I thought weird, maybe it's a dream. I looked at my hands - just like a dream. The area began to resemble my garden. Meanwhile, "AS" and I stepped onto a wooden sidewalk that crossed the garden. “AS” was ahead. I began to catch up with him, and bent over and touched the sidewalk and its edge. However, I did not stop moving. The tree felt fine, I was even afraid that I would plant a splinter if I did not take my hand away. Having caught up with "AS" began to grab him and shake, but he continued to move forward. Then I turned it around (while I noticed that he was wearing a green shirt), and told him: “AS, we are in a dream”
“Not in a dream,” he answered.
I let him go, and he disappeared into the air. I decided to go in the opposite direction, having previously once again touched the sidewalk. But the quality of the LD was still not very good, not like in the previous dream. If you look into the distance, the image is distorted. Therefore, I focused on the immediate environment: the sidewalk, the garden, and those who could see in front of the two summer houses. I never got to them.

Findings:
1. Characters disappear.
2. Tactile sensations in the OS are real.
3. A friend’s sprite refused to believe it was a dream.

8 ОС. Реалистичность ощущений (20 октября 2011)

Я был с мамой, обходил дом друга. Подобрал с земли бумажку. Реклама какая-то. Стал читать, читалось нормально. Однако слова я не запомнил. Но подозрение, что это сон, в моей голове не исчезло. Я повернул бумажку и так и сяк - читается. Потом отвёл взгляд, посмотрел заново - буквы поплыли. Всё думаю точно сон. Посмотрел на руки. В локте стало больно. Думаю, отлежал. Тут обстановка меняется и я оказываюсь у себя в комнате. В комнате горит свет. Мама в воздухе висит над моей кроватью. Почему- то я думал, что она хотела залезть по ступенькам и, когда обстановка сменилась, то так и застыла. Тут меня начинает выкидывать из сна. Я пробую щупать листок бумаги, который читал, потом щупаю одежду, себя самого - не помогает. Тогда я начинаю тереть руками дорошку. Ощущения чёткие, как настоящая дорошка. Дотрагиваюсь до шкафа - дерево деревом, снова дорошку. Потом дёрнул маму за ноги, поставив её на кровать. И только после этого изображение стабилизировалось. Я разгибаюсь с пола, при этом поднимаю бумажку - это оказывается закладка из книги, которую я читаю. А поначалу точно была реклама. Мама каким-то образом оказывается лежащей на своём диване. Не заметил, как она туда переместилась. Иду в сторону окна с целью посмотреть в него. Обстановка в комнате примерно такая же: мой диван, мамин диван, шкаф - всё как наяву. А вот стол не разглядел. Подошёл к окну смотрю на улицу. На улице ночь. Этаж тот же, что и в реале. Видно деревянный дома за окном, там горит яркий цвет. В реале тоже деревянные дома, только выглядят они немного по-другому, во сне я на это внимание не обратил. Я пытаюсь просунуть свой палец сквозь стекло - не получается. (Действовал левой рукой указательным пальцем). Хочу просунуть тогда голову. Вижу в оконном отражении своё лицо. На мне очки, до этого я очков не чувствовал, но стоило только мне дотронутся головой до стекла, почувствовал и очки и стекло. Ощущения реальные, что я даже подумал: "А я точно сплю?" Заставил себя усилием мысли почувствовать своё физическое тело. Получилось, успокоился. Развернулся, пошёл обратно по комнате. Спрайт мамы лежит и смотрит на меня. Я говорю ей: "Смотри, я сейчас сквозь шкаф пальцы просуну". Пробую обеими руками (опять указательными пальцами). Не выходит просунуть пальцы сквозь шкаф. Пробую ещё раз только помедленнее. Бесполезно, даже наоборот - почувствовал небольшой удар электрическим током. Пришлось облизать пальцы, как при ожоге бывает. Хочу взлететь, но передумал, вспомнил, что хотел позвать друга. Подхожу к двери в другую комнату. Заметил, что там телевизор работает. Дверь была приоткрыта, наяву открыта полностью. Просовываю руку за дверь, сам отворачиваюсь. Зову его три раза по имени и фамилии. Никто руку не берёт. Тогда я решил просто так руку из-за двери выдернуть, вдруг материализуется. Не вышло, проснулся.

Выводы:

1. Осознался из-за надписи. Поначалу читалась нормально, но после того, как отвёл взгляд, и посмотрел заново, буквы поплыли, невозможно было прочитать. Саму надпись не запомнил.
2. Посмотрел на руки - стало больно в локте. В прошлый раз было больно ладонь.
3. Спрайт мамы завис в воздухе над кроватью.
4. В неосознанном сне персонаж мамы со мной разговаривал. В осознанном нет.
5. Ощупывание предметов, и сдёргивание персонажа на пол, помогло подольше удержаться в ОСе. Все ощущения настоящие, от реала на первый взгляд не отличаются.
6. Стоило отвернуться, как персонаж мамы мигом оказался лежащим в кровати.
7. Просунуть часть тела сквозь стекло не вышло.
8. После попытки просунуть палец сквозь дерево получил удар током. Очень натуральные ощущения электрического удара.
9. На голове сами по себе возникли очки. Потом они исчезли.
10. Сумел из сна почувствовать своё физическое тело. И при этом я не проснулся.
11. Реалистичность обстановки заставило меня усомниться: "А точно ли это сон". Казалось, что я не сплю, и действительно хожу по комнате.
12. Метод двери в поиске персонажа не сработал.


8 LD. Realistic sensations (October 20, 2011)

I was with my mother, went around a friend’s house. I picked up a piece of paper from the ground. Some kind of advertisement. I began to read, it read normally. However, I did not remember the words. But the suspicion that this was a dream did not disappear in my head. I turned a piece of paper and this way and that - it reads. Then I looked away, looked again - the letters floated. I think everything is a dream. I looked at my hands. My elbow hurt. I think, lay down.

Then the situation changes and I find myself in my room. The light is on in the room. Mom in the air hangs over my bed. For some reason, I thought that she wanted to climb the stairs and when the situation changed, she froze. Then it starts to throw me out of dream. I try to feel the piece of paper that I read, then I feel the clothes, myself - it does not help. Then I start rubbing my hands on the powder (carpet on the floor). The sensations are clear, like a real powder (carpet on the floor). I touch the closet - a tree with a tree, again a powder (carpet on the floor). Then I pulled my mother's legs, putting her on the bed. And only after that the image stabilized. I straighten up from the floor, while lifting a piece of paper - it turns out to be a bookmark from the book that I am reading. And at first there was definitely an advertisement.

Mom somehow finds herself lying on her couch. I didn’t notice how she moved there. I go towards the window in order to look into it. The situation in the room is about the same: my sofa, my mother’s sofa, wardrobe - everything is in reality. But the table did not make out. I went to the window looking at the street. It's night on the street. The floor is the same as in real life. You can see the wooden house outside the window, there is a bright color. In real life, there are also wooden houses, they only look a little different, in a dream I did not pay attention to it. I try to stick my finger through the glass - it doesn’t work. (Acted with the left hand with the index finger). I want to stick my head in then. I see my face in the window reflection. I have glasses on, before that I did not feel glasses, but as soon as I touched the glass with my head, I felt both glasses and glass. Real feelings that I even thought: "Am I exactly sleeping?" I made myself an effort of thought to feel my physical body. It turned out, calmed down.


Turned around, walked back around the room. Mom’s sprite is lying and looking at me. I tell her: "Look, I'm going to put my fingers through the closet now." I try with both hands (again with index fingers). It doesn’t come to put your fingers through the closet. I try again only more slowly. It is useless, quite the contrary - I felt a slight electric shock. I had to lick my fingers, as happens with a burn.

I want to take off, but changed my mind, I remembered that I wanted to call a friend. I go to the door to another room. I noticed that the TV works there. The door was ajar, fully awake. I poke my hand out the door, I turn away. I call him three times by name and surname. No one takes a hand. Then I decided to pull my hand out of the door just like that, it suddenly materializes. It didn’t work, I woke up.


Findings:

1. Confessed due to the inscription. At first it was read normally, but after I looked away and looked again, the letters floated, it was impossible to read. I did not remember the inscription itself.
2. I looked at my hands - it hurt at my elbow. Last time, my palm hurt.
3. Mom’s sprite hovered in the air above the bed.
4. In an unconscious dream, the character of my mother talked to me. In the conscious no.
5. Feeling things, and pulling the character to the floor, helped to stay longer in the LD. All sensations are real, from the real world at first glance they do not differ.
6. Stoilo otvernut'sya, kak personazh mamy migom okazalsya lezhashchim v krovati.
7. Prosunut' chast' tela skvoz' steklo ne vyshlo.
8. Posle popytki prosunut' palets skvoz' derevo ya poluchil udar tokom. Ochen' natural'nyye oshchushcheniya elektricheskogo udara.
9. Na golove sami po sebe voznikli ochki. Potom oni ischezli.
10. Sumel iz sna pochuvstvovat' svoyo fizicheskoye telo. I pri etom ya ne prosnulsya.
11. Realistichnost' obstanovki zastavilo menya usomnit'sya: "A tochno li eto son". Kazalos', chto ya ne splyu, i deystvitel'no khozhu po komnate.
12. Metod dveri v poiske personazha ne srabotal.
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6. It was worth turning away, as the character of the mother instantly was lying in bed.
7. To push part of the body through the glass did not work out.
8. After trying to put my finger through the tree, I got an electric shock. Very natural sensation of electric shock.
9. On the head, glasses arose on their own. Then they disappeared.
10. I managed to feel my physical body from sleep. Nor did I wake up.
11. The realism of the situation made me doubt: "Is it really a dream?" It seemed that I was not sleeping, and really walk around the room.
12. The door method in the character search did not work.

Morning of May 26, 2020. Tuesday.

Dream #: 19,517-01. Reading time (optimized): 3 min.



My dream self grows instinctually aware and active during the usual process that determines a handler for cortical arousal (initially my vestibular cortex). In this dream, it is Jackie Gleason, the primary influence being the moonrise (dream state initiation) in the television series “The Honeymooners.” (I will emphasize a fundamental causal factor here. Because being in the dream state has a similar level of cortical dormancy and sensory deprivation as when watching television or a movie, a celebrity is often the virtual handler of my waking transition.)

An unknown male is with me to my right (waking status personification, mainly inactive). In a big undefined room, two unfamiliar men are standing and talking, facing each other, with the implication we are watching a movie, though we are present and sitting cross-legged at the scene (a common dream state ambiguity). One man is playing the role of a young and thin Jackie Gleason. For a few minutes, we are trying to work out which man is playing him. Eventually, it becomes obvious. It is the man on the left, who has dark curly hair.

The identity determinant results in initiating the next stage of my dream and vivifies it. My dream self handler (again, vestibular cortex) is Jackie Gleason. Even so, I am still only a witness to the scenario. The Sistine Chapel is in ruins, though only as in another world. An unknown male with a staff controls the lightning (neural energy while in the dream state) to send individuals into the other world. He first does this to an unknown woman (a quantum model of Zsuzsanna, as my waking-life identity is absent). I watch her wander around alone. The storm is not threatening.

Eventually, the anticipated myoclonus factor becomes pre-liminal. Jackie Gleason stands in the center of the ruins and wants to find the unknown woman to confirm her status and bring her back if possible. The expectation of the transition is by way of flight (as has usually been the case since childhood). There is no roof on the ruins of the building, to allow for the vestibular management of this process. (I am sleeping on my back in this instance, which usually results in vertical dream state processing rather than horizontal as with, for example, using a door to exit my dream).

A pterodactyl flies down as the vestibular processing simulacrum. Jackie Gleason stands there, but nothing happens. They stare at each other, but the pterodactyl eventually unexpectedly flies off instead of carrying him into the next world.

As a result of no myoclonus or viable consciousness emergence, cortical arousal instead establishes a vivid offset dream that serves as a false awakening, and I am now lying on my back on the front lawn of our current home in the late morning. Zsuzsanna is standing to my left. (She is awake in reality, standing to my left in our lounge room.) I can see the front of our house and the sky. Dark clouds, lightning, and rain are fast approaching from the south. I am concerned about my dream journal getting wet (as it is on the lawn near me), but I have difficulty moving quickly enough. Eventually, I can get up and wake while doing this.

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Here are some similar examples of this dreaming process that has occurred every sleep cycle for over 50 years:

Ralph Waite (as in “The Mississippi” television series from the 1980s), referring to a book, talks about the vestibular cortex processing in initiating consciousness (though I do not discern the specific details), summons a giant sparrow, and flies off on its back. (November 7, 2018.)

An unknown woman and her daughter (quantum model of Zsuzsanna and our youngest daughter) receive a book from Rodan. (Rodan has a similar appearance as a pterodactyl.) The book is enormous (as tall as the woman) and is about dream state processes. (May 21, 2020.)

A giant white dove (with a red heart symbol on its chest) emerges from the entrance of the Arcadia post office and approaches me as I stand outside facing the building. I hold onto a sword engulfed in blue fire, but there is no threat. (February 9, 1991, part of a longer dream with enigmatic communication with Zsuzsanna before we met in waking life, foreshadowing the letter she wrote to me. I arrived in Australia on February 9, 1994. An American postage stamp, #2814C, featuring a white dove and a red heart made of roses came out on February 14, 1994.)

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Today, when I left the body, I found myself in darkness. The feeling was still great since I managed to relax to greater extent than usually. The separation itself was felt as if I sublimed slowly out of body and condensed next to bed. Immediately, I went away. When I was about 5 meters from the body, I stopped to feel connections to it, which improved quality of vision. I made myself to see in darkness. I didn't observe nothing interesting for some time. After about 10 subjective minutes of my house exploration, I came to doors around which the light radiated. As if someone was behind them. I went through the doors and saw a group of beings looking as if they were animated using bright colours which also radiated that light... think of Simpsons but with more details. Those beings felt wrong... and I felt something like: I should fear them. Having none of that, I went to those beings. They saw me, darkened and changed to dark grey color scale. And they started to move toward me. I didn't stop and relaxed my mind. They vanished.
I explored further. The surrounding changed... it looked as if I walked on long bridge without any support, and there was absolute darkness around it. The material of the bridge was metallic, shining and black. The walkway was covered by firm metal grating made of wire... There were side cuts branching from the infinite bridge... but I was unable to take a turn and try to go sidewise. Even when I turned to one of side cuts, I still somehow walked on the main bridge. I continued to walk for some time... till I lost consciousness.