lucid

I'm seeing a trend in my dreams, last night I was part of around 6 people released from prison, the prisoners were going crazy as we were being led to the doors, it took ages to get out, as we were being held back I realized I could be dreaming so I do a RC to confirm. Now im out with 1 of the others, I'm lucid too but again just following the dream, there's a huge screen with game playing, there's a map and lots of dots moving really fast, I ask the other guy what they are, he tells me it's the others and they're being chased down by the cops again, he tells me to touch the screen then take the helicopter, but says it's hard to fly. I manage to fly it to the scene and land on top of a hill. When I jump out there's all my work colleagues all sat on top of this hill watching the action below, I sit with them and tell them it isn't real, they all say I'm stupid so I grab my thumb and pull it so it stretches about 2 foot long, they just looked shocked, the dream became much clearer too, however it didn't last much longer. I woke up, took the dog out then went back to bed to try a WILD, it didn't work.

Ok this was my first succesfull attempt on somewhat controling my dreams. the night before i thought to myself: ok so what would be easy to do? then i realized cheating at a game would be the easiest thing to materialize. so that night i dreamt i was a soilder in a war (the generic cameo wearing one) and started getting shot at by a bunch of guys. i looked at my hands and realized i was dreaming. all i had to do was fly around with a giant machine gun and i killed them all (no gore) after a while i realized i had other powers such as fireballs. once i just yelled and a sonic boom sent enemies flying. The rest of the dream goes on with things like this. i would recomend trying this for beginers since its easier to think up super powers than a whole setting

I have recently been having a dream in which I enter through a round portal into another world. I live in this world all night long. I am still me but I do a different job there. My loved ones are there also with different names. There are small creatures there like rabbits or squirrels with human facial features and they talk. They are part of the society, not animals. When I wake up I am tired. When I am dreaming I am completely asleep. The details of that world are very clear to me. Everything is better there. When I wake up I actually go back through the portal beforehand.

I'm back...I have a yearlong journal in the grandfathered section and my resolution in new years was to do another year long one straight.

Mummy in the florida keys

It was like I was coming back to college ut instead, I was going to college in the swamp lands of florida. It was weird because I would frequently see an aerial view of the neighborhood I was living in when talking about it. I spent most of my time in the airport with other kids who were going to do the same program that I was in. When I got t the the airport, I first met one girl, slightly chubby with blonde frizzy hair, who was going to my same program. Soon a lot of other kids started started gathering who were going to the same thing.

In the library (another section of the airport around the gate), there were many sets of shelves, one of them seemed to belong to me in a past experience with the program. My stuff was scattered to the ground and thrown all over the place. I was pretty mad and I was spending a lot of time trying to find a small paperback book with a blood red cover with a black boy on it. Instead, all the books that I could find were other paperbacks, most memorably, a Redwall book like the ones I used to read when I was younger. There were 2 black boys and one tan white girl, all about 16 standing around and chatting around my shelf. It was them who had messed up all of my stuff. I got really mad at them and punch one of them but then I cooled down. He was still really mad at me so I let him punch my arm a couple times until he cooled down too. Then I told them that there was gonna be a mummy where I was living. The girl was instantly interested and one of the boys, a shorter bald kid who kinda looked like an older version of the boy in Role Models said that because i was telling these interesting stories, the girl was gonna be in love with me. This was true and she wouldn't stop following me around.

the aerial view of the neighborhood that I was living in was interesting. It had a couple of houses painted in interesting tropical houses. A lot of the land was covered in water and the houses were mostly connected by dry sand patches in between the land. There was a bridge made of giant pink stones and covering it was a giant light house.

Dirty Train

This one was inspired by the movie metropia, an interesting movie but I was tired and fell asleep during it after I wrote the first half of this entry.

I was on this strange train thing but I was in this very big grungy kinda really dirty room. the room had a couple couches and a lot of young 20 something girls, mostly tanned white but some middle eastern, yes all pretty attractive, but meant to look like they had been working really hard. They were all rebels against their big brother of a government. We were getting into the station and they did this massive cleaning up of their room to hide all of their contraband for when the government worker would come in and inspect it. This was amazing because it featured a giant garage door esque thing that scraped across the floor and very thing that was beyond view kind of disappeared...i can't really describe it right now. So when the room (a room about 30'x30' or maybe a little bigger, metal walls floor and ceiling, was scraped clean we moved back in the couches and added some fold-able tables to fill the space. I was also walking around and I noticed that we had a window at the front of the cart so that we could look out at the tunnel that we were traveling down. I walked out of the giant room and down a hall toward the front of the train (which shouldn't have been there because the window in our room was the front. I noticed that our window actually pointed into a weird sweatshop esque room. I ran back to my room and was yelling about the window, which was now covered in a blind, about how it should not be able to look to the front because there was another room there. This is when I became lucid but it wasn't that big of a deal for some reason. I kind of just brushed passed that. The girls wondered what I meant and lifted the blind and showed the room I was talking about but they said that it had never shown the front of the train...Finally we came to a stop and were about to be inspected. There was one guy who was the inspector guy. He looked like jason stathom but a little skinnier from not eating well. He inspected the room.

Earlier in the dream, i just didn't know how to connect the 2 incidences, we were walking around this strange place, before the train, and I noticed that all the workers (all male), were bald with silvery grey skin. One of the silver guys asked me if he had something on his cheek. I laughed really hard and said that yes, he had large smudges all over his right cheek that looked like different color oil stains, like brown, yellow, and other food-ish like product.

Later back when we were on the train, I asked one of the girls how the people became grey and she said they get that way after they disrespect the government. Each one of those splotches on the cheek (this detail a little fuzzy) was a mark after one of your family members was killed for punishment from your behavior. I was so sad because I had laughed at this guy earlier.

So like I said, everything was inspected and we passed. I started walking around, still lucid but taking it for granted, and looking at all the people. It was really cool and I suddenly noticed once more...hey, why is this dream taking so long. Then I remembered, "duh, dreams just last longer when you're lucid!" At that moment I was walking passed a black middle aged guy and stared at him with a funny face as I walked by to amuse myself. He looked confused. Once again, I stopped myself and realized, Whoa, lucid, gotta do something with this! I realized that I didn't have any shoes on so the first thing I did was try to imagine the feeling of shoes on my feet instead. I didn't try for too long and I just quit that. The next thing I did was went to this ledge thing which was the ledge of a stairway, one of the kinds of stair ways where it looked like it wasn't connected to a wall...crap I'm sucking at explaining things right now. (somehow it wasn't a train I was on anymore I guess) Anyway, I started to try to jump up on it and grab the ledge but I wasn't jumping higher and my grip was extra slippery. I regain composure, "come on, you're lucid, just make yourself jump higher." I gave a couple more pushes with the same result.

I looked behind me and the agent inspector guy was there and he was pissed, I was breaking some rule or something. We got into an intense fight (I was thankfully ok at that in my dream) but he still kicked my ass and tackled me to the ground, pinning my head down and sitting on my back. He said something about me doing something wrong and disrespecting him so he took away (the gov could do this) my access to some webpages and made my facebook less powerful (evidently it had some cool power to take away).

Another Train (FRAG)

took another nap...

Just a fragment but I was on a train, regular size this time, and I was with one really fat white woman and probably 2 other skinny women. I remember vaguely the fat one talking about breast feeding and she took out her breast. Some other stupid stuff...

As would be my luck, my first lucid is about the most disorganized dream I can remember. However, I've taken my thoughts and arranged them to what I believe is a semi-logical string of logic. Before that I would like to introduce our cast of DCs in this dream.

Forrest Gump- A movie I've never seen, but have heard of.
Shay- A girl in my class, I really don't like her
Emily- Also a girl in my class, but I DO like her
Ty- A guy who used to be in my class, but he transferred schools
Some kid- A DC of a small kid, he represents no one in reality.

I don't remember anything up until the point that I said "I'm DREAMING!?" At that point, I was in the hallways of a highschool. I can't verify whether or not it's my school, but that's not really relevent in this dream. A group of kids, like a HUGE group of kids, were going down the hallway, leaving me behind with the thought that I was dreaming. I saw this and walked to catch up. As I walked I thought, "I can't believe I finally did it! But, if I get too excited I'll wake up. Don't wake up, don't wake up, don't wake up!" And I didn't! Then I thought "I'll just go along with this dream and see how it plays out."

Then, we were out of the high school and in a giant wooden jungle gym in a real jungle! There I saw Ty. I said "Ty, long time no see?" He then shook my hand. Beside him was a kid I've never seen before, but Shay and Emily both claimed to know him.

Before long, we were out of the jungle gym. Well, I was at least. I ended up at Shay's house with Shay. I've never been to her house in reality, but apparently this was it. I was in her room, with her. Then we heard a voice, which I somehow knew was Forrest Gump's. "So," he said with an evil cackle, "Did you find the vagina in my maze??" "WHAAAAAAT!?!?!" I thought. "No." Shay replied. "Well," Forrest said, "Why don't you check this room?"

I quickly left the room, slamming the door behind me to prevent seeing what he was talking about. I then left the house and a scream from Shay sounded as I exited. I ignored it, and proceeded to walk through an apocalyptic town controlled by who I believed was Forrest Gump, but looked like Bayou Billy or Crocadile Dundee. "I've got to stop this...." I thought and the dream ended. So, in an odd way, I did end it I suppose.

Awake, Non-lucid, Lucid, [Commentary made while awake]

I'm visiting Las Vegas. Downtown Las Vegas is made up of multiple levels of shops, restaurants, and casinos, most of them themed to a particular pop-culture franchise, all stacked on top of each other and connected by multiple layers of walkways and stairs, creating a gigantic, multilevel man-made environment. I'm walking through this environment with my mom. I walk away from her briefly to do something on my own [I don't remember what], and I'm worried for a moment that I won't be able to find my way back to where she's sitting. But I come back down the stairs and there she is, sitting on a bench next to a curved railing at the edge of an elevated walkway, waiting for me to come back. When I approach, she gets up, and we continue walking.

Then, my mom and I are joined by my sister and a couple of our girlfriends. [They weren't anyone I know in real life, but in the dream, they were our friends.] While we're walking around, my mom says something to the effect of, “I thought all you girls were supposed to go see a shrink!” We just kind of laugh and say, “Yeah, we were.” [I think] We're still planning on going to see one later.

My family and I are getting ready to leave somewhere on an airplane. I observe how airplanes operate, by catching drafts of air, and think about how fragile and uncertain this process is. Then I think that it's best not to think about this process too much, since I'm going to have to travel on one very shortly. Then, we're flying on the airplane. It flies past some elevated highways that appear familiar to me.

[Different dream, probably in a different cycle.] I'm sitting in a typical high school football stadium, watching the pre-game activities. There is a marching band on the field. One member of the marching band has a large trombone whose bell is filled with clarinets. When he blows into the trombone, the clarinets spray out all over the place.

I find myself hunting through the bleachers for my clarinet reeds, which have been thrown all over the place. I pick them up, looking at the numbers printed on the back of each one, looking for the 2 ½ reed. One of them says “5 ½,” another “3 ½.” Eventually, I find the 2 ½ one.

The football players are on the field, warming up for the game. One of them throws a practice pass to another, but with a basketball, not a football. I look away from the field, and look down at the program on my lap. It's made of sheets of paper folded in half crosswise, and has lots of text on it. I read it for a few moments, and then something [I don't remember what] makes me stop and think, Either [something that I can't remember now], or this is a dream program. I reach up and pinch my nose shut, and feel that wonderful, paradoxical sensation of being able to breathe through it while doing so. Yes, I'm dreaming. I pinch my nose and breathe through it for a few moments more, to verify and to enjoy the sensation. While doing this, I gaze at the program, not reading it, just looking at it and appreciating the experience of knowing that this thing I'm looking at, as real as it looks, is just a dream image being generated by my mind.

When I look up at the field again, I'm surprised to find that the scene has grown mostly dark, as if somebody turned off most of the lights. I know that's because I haven't been paying any attention to the football field for the last couple of minutes, and therefore, it's started to fade away. I'm disappointed, and wish and hope that it will get brighter again, but it doesn't. Then the dream ended.

After I had woken up, I remembered that I could have verbally commanded the dream to become clear and bright again, and mentally kicked myself for forgetting about that trick.

1.1.2012

Recruitment (DILD)

★★★★☆

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

What a mess. . .

Overturned shipping crates and semi-trailers lay strewn about my dishevelled court. Patches of barely-living, pale-green grass permeate the dead, yellow lawns. Every house sits in disrepair, some are even missing, replaced by strange, red statues and rocks.

A large, armored eighteen-wheeler pulls into the court. It stops, suddenly. Waiting.

Somehow, I understand I need to clear a path for this thing. Sighing at the inconvenience, I use TK to lift the first shipping crate out of the way without difficulty. The truck moves forward, and I use another bit of TK to remove the remaining trailer from the road.

Interesting that I can do that so easily, I catch myself thinking, Oh, right. Must be dreaming.

With my newfound lucidity, I finally take notice of all the red in this scene, and, to my left, there’s a statue that catches my interest. It’s that little imp fellow from a previous dream, and the statue is located exactly where that school used to be. Disgusted with myself more than anything else, I pull from an FPS archetype, toss some C4 onto it, and hit the detonator, leaving only a smoldering stump of a neck where the statue’s head used to be.

Slightly pleased with myself, my mood sours as I’m approached by a weaselly man in a nice grey suit. He starts pestering me with questions and hurried pleasantries; his nasally voice and unplaceable drawl grate at my nerve. I try to walk away, but he follows me as I move towards the old back-woods.

”Tell me,” he insists, struggling to get each word across, “Have you ever experienced. . . recruitment?”

The word choice makes me roll my eyes, as I respond with an indignant question: ”You tell me.”

Of course, he ignores my inquiry, going on to talk about what a great opportunity this is for me, and other nonsense I try to tune out; I’m not at all interested in playing along. . .

Damned sheep.

Note: I later learned the two sheep I had heard “baa”-ing behind my house all day long were, in fact, go-karts or something.

NON DREAM DREAM LUCID

First off, I'd just like to say that this is most definitely a catch up entry. I haven't posted any dreams in a long time and I must admit that I'm rather disappointed with myself. I'll try to be more consistent.

On a lighter note, I've noticed that lucid dreams are coming more naturally now. I won't even think about lucid dreaming at all, and I'll have a fantastic lucid that night. This never would have happened before...I usually would have had to concentrate and practice awareness and whatnot to give myself anything close to a lucid.

I'm in my room, and I'm with two girls from my school named 'E' and 'S'. Apparently they are spending the night, even though we have school the next day. Somewhere along the line, although we didn't even sleep at all, E's alarm goes off, signaling that it's time for us to get up and get ready.

I feel rested and relaxed and ready to take on the day, and things just get better when I realize that it's 1:30 in the morning. "This is great," I say, "more time to get ready!"

E and S are casually lounging around my room while I walk around and start to gather school things. Suddenly, E, in a very calm voice says, "Oh, it's not the morning. It's 1:30 in the afternoon."

This sends me into a fit of rage and I turn on her. "You mean to tell me that right now, I'm missing all of my classes?! This is terrible! I can't believe you guys! Why would you let me sleep in this late?!" I yell.

I storm around my room faster now, trying quickly to get all the stuff I need to run out the door and somehow make it to school. Opening my closet, I suddenly become extremely confused...there, sitting on the floor of my closet with her legs curled up to her chest, is my little sister.

"Umm...what are you do--OH!" I start to say before I come to the realization that I'm dreaming.

I perform a reality check, and sure enough, I'm right. I immediately stop my frantic search for school supplies and turn back around, ignoring my sister. It's dark outside all of a sudden, but I don't care. E and S are gone, too, but I brush that aside, as well. There's someone I need to find.

Right, well, just so you know, I fangirl pretty hardcore over a sci-fi TV show called Doctor Who. It's simply the best show on this whole planet. The main character of this show is, well, the Doctor.

Okay, now that you have a smidge of background information, you can probably guess that my goal was to find the Doctor. I mean, wouldn't it be cool to travel through all of space and time?

So I walk across my room, trying to formulate a plan to find him. Just then, I turn my attention towards my bed, where I see a heap of blankets. It's pretty much what my bed looks like in real life all the time. I think, 'What if I can make a person appear?'

I walk over to my bed and poke the blankets rather viciously, shouting "DOCTOR! WAKE UP!" To my surprise, this method of summoning works, and BAM, there he is. I'm pretty happy, but I don't think he is. After all, I did just wake him up in quite a rude way. He sits up, looks around, and says "What?"

I get up and sit next to him, extremely happy. Now, at this point, my memory of the dream starts to fade, so links from one event to the next are kinda blurry. Somehow, though, the Doctor and I are both seated across from each other, laughing hysterically about something. He then proceeds to press a button inside his jacket, causing his pinstripe suit to glow green in random spots. Even his eyes glow green. It would have been creepy had he not been waving his hands in the air and going "WOOOOOOOOOOOOO..."

I'm pretty sure I wasn't lucid during this part, but I also vaguely remember trying to take a picture with my iPod of the both of us, but he kept shoving me out of the picture and taking up all the space. Apparently, my subconscious' version of him is quite the camera hog.

This was definitely an interesting dream. I'm sort of upset I didn't remember more...also, I wish I had taken the time to actually travel through time like I originally wanted to.

Happy New year everyone!

I was watching curious George. I was George, apparently. Me and my chaperone walked into a bowling alley in what seemed to be some sort of square or park in an urban town.

I was now myself. My chaperone turned into some scruffy convict-looking type wearing black and brown. We were sitting at a table inside of the bowling alley. He was looking at screen, it looked like a GPS on an iPad-like device. I was watching a red pulsing dot on the screen, over his shoulder. It was getting increasingly closer to our location.

"Fuckers' trackin' us," My scruffy companion announced. They're tracking us? Seems more like the other way around.

"Come on, we might be able to delay 'em." He says.

I followed him out the door. It was evening now, and there was a man waiting for us on a long motorbike with some sort of cabin, it was like a cross between a mine cart and a motorcycle. He forced us in, and drove off, with a strange respect for the road laws, even though he looked like a gangster.

"Best paying job yet," The driver commented. "CIA paid me six hundred million to get you guys, eh?"

Half way to my house, I was transitioned to a van with my family in it. We were still going the same way.

One long wait at a light later, we arrived at my house, with a government van behind us. We parked in the driveway, and my eyes rose to the sky, full of stars and still red from sunset. There was something weird about it. There seemed to be a giant planet in it. What planet, I wondered. I examined what I could see out of the windshield. It was earth, I noticed. I could just barely make out Mexico.

I considered Earth for a moment. A bit odd, I thought. Is this a dream? No, it cant be... Oh, wit, except it is! I realized, and with the energy of sudden full lucidity, I burst out of the car door and ran around in my family's yard with my brother and father. I came across a mound of dirt that was not there in waking life, under a fully leafed tree, though it was winter.

"Anchor dream," I cheered. My father snickered at this. I looked around the yard. Oh, right, I remembered. IOSDP tonight. I thought about Chichen-Itza, but remembered we weren't doing that any more. So I tried to focus my attention on shared dreaming and the IOSDP and whatnot. After 15 seconds of trying, I came to the conclusion that it was to hard and stopped impulsively.

I decided to run out into the road and talk to some DCs. It was suddenly morning. I saw several friends from my school roaming the streets. They didn't live here. I met a friend near a tree.

"Hey, guess what?" I said.
"What?"
"I'm in a dream! But not in your head, my own, so it doesn't matter that I'm telling you this!" I laughed.
They rolled their eyes.
"Anchor dream!" I yelled at them. I then ran off down the road.

The dream shifted into me standing in a line of students somewhere in the second level of my school. I was still lucid. I threw the assorted objects I had in my hand aside into assorted machinery, nobody cared but the guy behind me, be cause he was trying to steal some of it. I stood in line for a while until I figured something out.

"Oh wait," I said. "Screw this. Anchor dream." I walked out of the line, around some machinery, and into the next room. A teacher had given me papers as I passed, I threw those aside, too. I scattered all over the left side of the next room, which was only storage. I proceeded.

This room had three teachers trying to stop me inside. They were maneuvering around a pile of boxes.

"Is there somebody you need to see?" One of them asked, still trying to get to me.
"Nope," I pushed past them.

I now came into a similar, but larger room. It had large windows for me to jump through, but before I could reach them I awoke suddenly, too awake to DEILD, but I felt satisfied.

Sat. 12/31/2011 Bed 1:30am

I set my goal to OOB or LD. For OOB - look at my sleeping body, my astral hands and cord. Go to the orbit and from there go see my mom in Europe. I’m in US.

GM+Choline 5:47am

I had 2 OBEs before 8 am and LD between 8:30-11am.

OBE#1.
Starts as a dream. I’m in a big, bright room with friend of mine and her two kids. It’s a living room and a bedroom. It’s not my place and it’s not my friends place. We are playing.

Then I go to sleep and I try to have an OBE. I feel the telltale tingling in the back of my head. I come to the point, when I decide to try and roll out from my body. I kinda expect to hit the floor. I’m amazed, when what feels like 3 inches from the floor I ‘bounce off’ the ‘antigravity energy field’.

I immediately start walking away from the bed, not wanting to get pulled back. It's not very hard to walk, feel only a slight pull. I don’t stop, until I come to the end of the hallway with some windows on left and door at the end. I want to stop while inside, don’t want to go out yet and split second later I remember I wanted to see my sleeping body.

I struggle to see better/open my eyes. Although I see quite well, I feel like my eyes are closed, but not the feeling as I’m looking through my eyelids. I manage to open one eye just a little bit and I see much better, but I’m not sure, if that’s not my sleeping eye so I don’t continue opening it.

I turn around and look for a cord. I don’t see it, but I know it’s there. I follow it back to the bed. First thing I see is the end of the bed, rest of it is hiding behind the wall. I’m curious to see if the bed is empty and I’m in LD, or if there is a sleeping body.

As I come closer, I’m amazed to see the sheet pushed up by what clearly looks like two feet and legs of a person sleeping on his back. I come closer and again with amazement, I see a sleeping person. She is wearing an orange t-shirt, with sheets reaching half way up the torso. I know it’s me, puffy cheeks and all. The person was not sleeping in the same position, as I was when going to sleep and when waking up (right side).

I exit the place and find myself floating between two 10 story apartment buildings, like you find in central/eastern Europe. I remember my goal to go to the orbit and I want to fly straight up. It’s not working as I wanted, so I approach the building and propel myself with my hands grabbing on to balconies to go higher.

I find myself on the ground behind a corner. I think it’s over, but then I realize I could look at my hands and know for sure. I look at my hands. They look very gentle, light yellow/see-through energy and they quickly fade away. I did look at my hands one more time during this experience, but not sure when.

OBE#2
I wake up briefly, just long enough to say “lets try this again”. I feel the tingling in back of my head again and will myself to levitate, but it’s not really working. I think I decide to just go to sleep when I realize, I have my ceiling about 6’’ from my face. I immediately say “to the window” and I feel myself in the top left corner of my window, the exact location, where I was practicing to end up. I’m in my apartment.

I again remember I wanted to go to the orbit. I try, but it’s difficult to fly. I try superman style. Then, I’m next to a building, still up in the air. I know I don’t want to go through the wall as this could be a portal. But I fly in anyway. I feel the change. Inside is a bigger space than I would expect from size of the building. It’s warm, filled with semi-liquid, very soft dark grey matter that separates, as I float through it. I feel like I shouldn’t be here and exit through the wall on the left side.

I never felt presence of my helpers. Did I surprise them and got out when they were not expecting it, or this wasn’t an OBE? The more I think about it, I feel that this was a low awareness OOB. But I’m opened to suggestions. I have read about APs for many hours before bed last night.

LD#11
I wish I got up to write it down, but I didn’t. I kept repeating to myself what it was about, but by the time I got up, it was too late. Actually I feel like I may have written it down, but there is nothing in my DJ.

Hi. I'm Jakro. That's it, let's go into the dream... No, really maybe you want to know briefly who the hell is this.

I've been dabbling with lucid dreaming since about 2005, but only started it taking more seriously in 2009. At first my results were encouraging, peaking in July 2009 when I had 8 lucid dreams in a month. I was like "holy shit, this is awesome, and it's only going to get better. Fast forward a couple of years and I'm like "what happened? It was supposed to be awesome!" During the past year my total lucid count was 14. That's pathetic! Worst thing is, that they've all been short and poor in quality. My last quality LD was probably back in 2009. So what did really happen?

Simply put I started coasting more and more and didn't put in as much effort as in the first few months. I was lazy. I've not made concerted effort for lucid dreams in a while. I've kept dream journal and still am keeping, but my recall has been only so-so. The times I've actually put in some effort have been mostly frustrating due to lack of results.

But that's about to stop. This year, I'm going to have my best year of lucid dreams ever. To support that effort I'm starting to write a DJ here as well. I've been lurking in Dreamviews for quite a while, occasionally posting here and there, but not really being active. I have had a DJ in my own forum in Finnish, but I'm going to make a habit of writing here as well every evening to get my minds focused back into lucid dreams in night.

For the most part I'm going to write last night's dream here, but I still have often nights, where I don't remember much. So then I'm going to instead revisit some of my "classic" dreams from over the years put them up on here.

We'll start with one of those right away, as I didn't remember much from last night.

Jakro "Classics" - My First Recorded Lucid
Date: January 31th, 2009
Lucid: Yes
Method: WILD

It's funny that my first lucid was WILD because I've only had three of them over the course of last three years. This is not really that special dream except that it was, you know, the first one. There have been some short ones before that but I've not recorded them, so this is what you get.

What happened prior it was that I was seriously sleep-deprived from staying up over 24 hours. My sleeping rhythm was completely upside down, so I had to stay up for a long stretch to fix it. In the afternoon I tried to watch soccer while tired, but fell asleep. I woke up four hours later and get up to move to bed to get the rest of my sleep in. I had been reading about lucid dreaming a lot and I was aware of WILD technique. I knew that I was so tired, that nothing was going to stop me from falling asleep (and given that it was still kind of early to go in bed, I wouldn't even had minded if I wouldn't), so I tried my hardest to stay conscious through the stages of falling asleep.

Luckily for me they were pretty short and I did indeed fall asleep. The hypnagologic stage was short and I soon found myself in my bed in complete darkness. I had stayed calm, but a bit excited during the experiences in the hypnagologic state, but I didn't know whether I woke up or not. I had felt shaking during the hypnagologic state and then as it ceased I had seen pictures and thought to myself that "I'm totally tripping balls" (that's the exact wording on my journal).

But yeah, I was laying in my bed in dark room. I got up and felt how everything seemed real enough. I tried turning on the light. It didn't work. A-ha! I had just read that often in people's dreams lights don't work. I was becoming increasingly sure that I was indeed dreaming. But I'm always very careful with this, as the stuff you often do in LDs is either illegal or lethal, usually both.

Not this time though. Looking at the clock and away and then seeing the time transform completely confirmed for me that it was a dream, but I wasn't prepared for this. I didn't expect to become lucid so soon after starting seriously trying! I was so in awe of the dreamworld, that I mostly just observed. Not that there's anything bad in that, I've done that often since and it's fun on it's own, just to look at the vast and complicated world and detail that your brain has created.

As for reality checks, I wasn't done though. I did one final test - the nose test. All the doubt faded... Well, almost all. I ventured to our kitchen and everything looked like there someone was amidst of cleaning the room. Everything was stacked up in one place. I went to my parents bedroom, still not 100 % sure that I was indeed dreaming.

I walked into the room. My sister and my mom were there. They were watching television. Both of them had matching camouflage jeans on and I've never seen anything like that on either of them. My sis was also a few years younger than what she really was at the time. 0kay, finally I was sure that I'm dreaming, stuff like that just doesn't happen. Then I woke up.

Nothing spectacular in the end, but an encouraging start to my lucid dreaming journey that stalled a year later and started stagnating. I have some more awesome dreams to share later and hopefully I'll start dreaming ones as well. Anyway, I'll go to sleep now. This post at least put my mind into the right place for sleeping.

The beginning started out non-lucid. I was in this prairie with a big house at the end. My brother was there, so was my mom and quite a few other people I didn't know. At one point, the house caught on fire. All of us got out, that I noticed. Then I saw a friend of mine, which I know from school, didn't make it out. I ran inside to find him on the floor covered in burnt remains of the house. I moved them over, he wasn't moving or breathing. I checked his pulse, he was dead. I dragged him outside and I did a reality check. I could still breathe through a pinched nose, it was a dream. ([Note] While I was out for new years I was doing reality checks every so often. I also went to bed with the intention of doing a reality check in my dream.) I tried to revive him with some special power, but failed. (Yep, I really need to practice passive control. Active control is hard with zero practice. ) Then I went into another dream which is in my next post in my DJ.

2nd Dream of 2012
1st Lucid Dream of 2012

I am at my grandma's house. I'm in the bathroom. I realize I am dreaming. I think about how I am there and older nightmares about my aunt and uncles death and finding their coffin stuffed in a room. I realize this might happen so I jump out of a window into a pool. The dream the. Starts to destabilize.

LD from 11-6-07


Dream 1 (mini LD):

I became lucid. I don't know what triggered it, or what I was doing before I became lucid. I just knew that I wanted to find a mirror. I don't remember if I wanted the mirror because of last month's mirror task, or if it was because I kept telling myself that to do the gender change dream I needed a mirror to see the changes.

I knew I was wearing tan pants in the dream. So as I looked in the mirror, I was expecting to see tan pants. And sure enough, there they were, but they didn't seem to fit me right. I looked somewhat misshapen.

I looked at my face. I looked more like I did when I was younger and wore my hair with more natural curl. My hair was also longer than it is now. I think I was wearing my orangish long sleeved shirt (the one from my old avatar).

I stared at myself for a moment, not sure what I should be doing. And then it was too late. The dream faded.

It's a while ago that I'm here so I think it's a good think to post a little lucid dream at first action in the new year .

I awake early in the morning in the sleeping room from my childhood. I stand up wide awake and a very clear view up and walk to the window where I see the moonlight. On the way I see both cats from my childhood (Wuschel and Peterle) one walks away, the other sleep on the carpet .

By the window I stand in a very deep yoga position, look throught the window to the fullmoon which is so great how the window (2m x 2m) . I meditate in the moonlight and when I realised, that my body move oddish I realize that I'm dreaming .