lucid

Morning of May 24, 1970. Sunday.

Dream #: 1,252-01. Reading time (optimized): 2 min. Readability score: 73.



A sense of timelessness permeates my offset dream of me “sleeping” in the southwest Cubitis house’s bedroom. I see myself lying on my back (as if seeing “me” from the left side of the bed) looking up at the window (though the me in bed would not be able to see the detail of the sash window as my dream view does). Three bats flutter in and out through the missing window panes of the highest row. They move slowly and slightly erratically like butterflies more than bats. They seem to be important in a way that projects into my future well-being, many years from now.

I become aware of what I first think might be a coffin to the left of the bed. (There is a vague association with the opened coffin in the Barbara Steele movie “Castle of Blood.”) However, I then perceive it as an electric reed organ.

From the song: “Down by the river that flows by the coal yards”… “He says a girl name of Patches was found, floating face down in that dirty old river.” My childhood self (age nine) did not wholly understand the song. I knew Patches had drowned and that it related to love, but little else. Still, the magical beings had resurrected her in my dream.

In my dream’s final scene (May 24, 1970 version), I felt myself rising into the air while watching “me” walking with Patches (Brenda) down a footpath (away from my direct view). It seems to be morning. There is a winter wind implied (even though it is summer in reality) and dead leaves blowing around. There is a strange feeling of destiny as the three entities (bats, fairies, butterflies, moths, now birds) are still watching us. I see a closeup on my right of three small birds huddling together in a supposed cold breeze. Beyond, I see “me” and Brenda walking as my dream self rises higher. I wake with a sense of deep peace and even nostalgia.

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After moving to Australia, Google Maps revealed the Cubitis house had become as it was in my dream. I have included the image; top, from years ago; bottom, as it is now.

The bedroom was also as it was only in my dream years later while I was still living there. The bed would be in the same location, and my father had bought an electric reed organ (the kind of which a fan blows through reeds) and placed it in the same location.

Zsuzsanna’s father had caught three bats in a jar when she was young and kept them for a short time.

The Port Kembla Coal Terminal (near where Zsuzsanna was born) became a key coal exporting facility on Australia’s east coast.

Zsuzsanna was involved (when younger) with a church of which she did not want to be.

Brenda (Patches) was a stand-in in many dreams, though sometimes my “mystery girl” accurately appeared as Zsuzsanna long before I met her in waking life, even with the unlikely Hungarian-Australian accent.

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Morning of May 24, 1970. Sunday.

Dream #: 1,252-01. Reading time (optimized): 2 min. Readability score: 73.



In Part One of “The ‘Patches’ Odyssey,” I described the beginning of my dream, of which was like watching the opening credits of the animated musical “Gay Purr-ee” (1962). “Opening credits” had been a part of many other dream state beginnings in my childhood, but this was clearer and brighter than usual. There were several different versions of the “Patches” dreams (later ones by intent), though with the same main segments.

After the alligators had flipped our canoe, they drag Brenda to the opposite side of the river from where Toby and I had been in the cypress trees. In addition to the “alligator king” character being influenced by “Turok Son of Stone,” the scenario itself was from an influence of the cover of the January 1968 issue.

Toby and I are later on the opposite bank of the river. We discover that Brenda is on her back, presumably having drowned, draped over a tree stump, with water dripping from her shoes (which are dark blue with silver buckles). I am kneeling before the dramatic scene on one knee. There is no blood or gore. Eventually, three bats fly around and seem to mourn the scene. I am also aware that they are fairies which may be able to heal her at a later date. (This stems from earlier dream segments about three fairies changing into different forms, including bats, birds, butterflies, and moths.) They sing the Dickey Lee song “Patches” with different lyrics, which oddly distort to “down by the sea” (instead of “down by the river,” even though the setting is near the river and not the ocean). Her resurrection is a result of otherworldly magic.

In another dream segment, Brenda is missing. She had been kidnapped by a man who sells Holy Bibles from a small market stall. I follow the three entities (that are now butterflies that become moths as evening approaches). I discover that Brenda has been tied up and gagged and kept behind the market stall on the lowest shelf facing the inside. The unfamiliar man (who presents a mean visage) is selling small King James Bibles with both black and white simulated leather covers. I untie and rescue her when he is elsewhere. Red silk bookmarks of the type sewn into the Holy Bibles were sewn together and had been used to tie her up. (There may be an association with snakes, as such bookmarks are narrow and red as well as forked on the outside end.)

In an offset segment, a literal bed space strand occurs. I see myself as sleeping in the southwest bedroom (my parents’ bedroom that my father later used for music). The head of the bed was against the west wall, where there was a row of three big jalousie windows in reality. In my dream, however, there was only one sash window in the middle of the west wall. It has twelve small panes. The top three are missing.

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End of Part Two. There will be one more main part.

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Morning of May 24, 1970. Sunday.

Dream #: 1,252-01. Reading time (optimized): 2 min. Readability score: 63.



At about two o'clock in the morning on May 24, 1970, I enter the dream state in passive semi-lucidity. I watch the bright and colorful opening credits for the animated musical “Gay Purr-ee” (1962). It seems to be playing in a peaceful private place within my mind rather than on television or in a movie theater. So far, I am aware that I am in my bed (Cubitis house).

Over time, I decide it will become the beginning of a long dream that has the essence of a movie. I soon see starring “Toby T_____,” “Brenda W_____,” and my name, integrated with various panels of different visuals (in the same style as the opening of “Gay Purr-ee” and with similar music). My father’s role displays as the “King of the Alligators.” (In real life, my father often sang Smiley Burnette’s “Don Juan of Sevillio,” which had the line “I’m known as the king of the matadors.” In a later version of this dream over a year later, his dream role was “The Alligator King;” an influence from a “Sesame Street” short.)

I become aware of a recurring dream state induction process (which began in early childhood) - the presence of a water body. I slowly lose my semi-lucidity, but not my conscious self’s identity. I am in a canoe with Brenda (schoolmate, neighbor, and friend) and Toby (schoolmate and friend). The three of us are on a journey that seems to be occurring at night. We are traveling in a canoe on Peace River (Lettuce Lake area). The scene is peaceful and enjoyable, but I absentmindedly focus on my dream becoming dramatic, even thrilling.

A man on the riverbank commands three alligators to attack our canoe. (It is my father acting in this imaginary role, though I am not wholly lucid in this version of my dream even though I “wrote the script” for this scene, not because of any associations with my father being perceived as such, even metaphorically, but to fill the imaginary role with a familiar character as with a school play.) He is wearing a cape made of alligator hide. (I am vaguely aware of the cypress knee lamps he used to make in real life when we lived in Fort Ogden. The clothing imagery was an influence from characters in Gold Key’s “Turok Son of Stone” comic book.)

As we watch, the alligators approach and flip our canoe. That triggers a vestibular correlation event, where I fly through the air and land in a tree about ten feet from the ground on the opposite side of the river as the alligator king. Toby is clutching to the trunk of a nearby tree. At first, I view this event as comedic. However, I notice that Brenda is being pulled (on her back) over the surface of the water by an alligator.

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I end part one here. Part two continues with additional important scenes and segments from other dream versions with the same foundation, which occurred over about two years (1969-1971).

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It's been 4 years since I last was into lucid dreaming. I seem to only keep interest in dreaming, as long as I have the extra energy in my real life to do all the stuff necessary for it, like the awareness stuff, RCing and so on.
Ohh well! I'm back now!! And I hope it's for good!

Let's get to the dream.
I was in a warehouse like building. There was a bunch of people in there, and a bunch of random stuff like tables, whiteboards, chairs, random parkour equipment. I found out all the people in the room were people I knew. All the people I knew through sports, primarily rock climbing and parkour. I was doing some parkour challenges with some of the guys, and there was this one challenge we couldn't do. Then I told my friend "normally I can just shoot out webs like Spider-Man, so this should be easy". I tried doing it, but failed miserably.... however I got fully lucid from this!!
i did the nose plug RC, and it worked. I was finally lucid!!! (I got back into lucid dreaming just 2 days ago, so it's good to see results already! Even though I got lucid in a decently inconsistent way IMO). I started swinging around like Spider-Man, however I was only able to shoot webs with my left hand. Well I didn't care, cuz I was finally lucid, and I just wanted to experience this dream and interact with some DCs. I used a couple of minutes doing that, and then I decided to do the nose plug once more. However it FAILED. I tried another RC, counting my fingers I counted to 5 but it was blurry and weird but I didn't care.... I lost lucidity. The dream went on and some normal stuff happened. More friends showed up and I said hi to them.

Well I wish I was lucid longer. But good start!!
I have been having trouble with the nose plug before, but that's primarily when my allergies are going crazy in real life. I need to get used to becoming lucid and staying lucid without the nose plug. Even though it is the most effective RC for me I feel.
This lucid was VERY vivid. There was no floating going on or anything. Everything was soooo vivid.
Goal for next lucid is to do some climbing related movements!

Created Wednesday 31 October 2018

Got fragments today, which includes a short DILD.

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Another Seinfeld dream?

Riding around an elementary school bus, of all things. Someone's giving a lecture on patience and leadership. I step out, and accompany an unknown young black girl to her class. She complained about the lesson, but I assured her it would be useful in time. The moment I entered her class, I suddenly became aware. I claimed I was late for a meeting. The girl insisted that she'd give me a ride there, but I declined; after all, how could she even manage such? I was making my way out of an office, when these young punks insulted me. I ignored them, and blurted something about their comedy needing work. The dream collapsed shortly after.

At home. Out in the driveway, mom almost unwittingly ran over my niece. I scold ma for her carelessness. But, she didn't seem all that concerned, much to my outrage.

Created Tuesday 30 October 2018

Got a DILD/DIELD to note, along with some fragments and non-dream states.

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In a school's cafeteria.

Watching Seinfeld. Kramer is having invasive surgery done to him due to a common illness gone wrong. Still, he was exceedingly paranoid about the whole situation.I was given his role. Got sudden awareness. I vibrated in place, trying my best to teleport. But, to my horror, this didn't seem to work. The dream collapsed in seconds. DEILD a minute later.

Dream 1 - Too Anxious for the Entreaty

The visuals were a bit blurred. DEILD transition in bed. I immediately launch myself out of the house and to the twilight clouds above. During my flight, I pass an entire tropical forest, then crossed a whole ocean. Took a moment to spin and rub my hands. A few minutes in, I took a better view of the stars. But as I looked closer, I found these were actually small, stationary, glowing orbs floating in midair, some distant, and others very close by. Stopping over a suburban island, I called out to the cosmos, entreating it to take me to the Backyard. Anticipation got the better of me. The dream collapsed soon after.

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Several near-ream transitions from REM Atonia. In one, I create an explosion, unwittingly collapsing the state entirely. Various others had me spinning in place momentarily before things got disrupted.

Something about Doom, or some other dark sci-fi setting?

In the living room at home. My brother was there,as were my niece and my cousin's baby. I tried to RC, but the others kept interrupting me in some way or another. A kid's song was sounding in the background.

I became lucid, can't really remember what had been happening. I was in a room laying on a bed, and it was morning. There were people in the room but I didn't want them knowing I was awake. Eventually they left, so I peaked out from under the blanket I was hiding under.
My father was in the dream (but a young version). I didn't want him there spoiling my dream, as I don't get on with him (he's a control freak) so I shoved him out of a top window. Unfortunately, only landed on the window sill, so I opened a bottom part I created and booted him off. He fell a satisfying distance down a cliff onto some rocks and that was last of him for that dream.
I then moved back to the bed and manifested some people there and had cuddles, it gave me a very warm satisfying feeling

I was having a dream where I led some kids into class but I went wrong way through a staff room and then wrong way up some windy stairs (highly plausible). Then I realised all was a bit weird so I shoved my hand against a wall, fingers out straight to see if I was dreaming and sure enough my fingers went into the wall. I went down the corridor.
I was in a room, might have been my grandma's, old fashioned white table cloth, big bay windows with light shining in. I was lucid so I decided to make some flowers for the table. A great big bunch of random, colourful flowers. However after a second or so they faded to brown/dead. So I made some more, each time same thing happened.
Then had some nice cuddle time with some people who came in.

Did MILD but....during the lucid dream, it took me a while to figure out it was a dream.

Created Sunday 28 October 2018

Got a DILD and some fragments. There's a lot more to the latter that I've forgotten.

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Wandering around an urban area at daytime. Several family members were around, including my sister and mom. We later stop by an old colonial era (seaside?) wall, complete with rows of cannons. Sis and I float up to the top for a better look. Suddenly, some invisible emergency occurs, causing massive casualties. To both our horrors, mom was one of the victims. My sister and I broke down and cried.

Similar sightseeing as above, but at night time, and with 100% less tragedies.

Dream 1 - Flickering Sea Lights Awareness

The visuals were quite dim. I was in a beach during a stormy night. Several close and extended family members were around. It seemed we'd all intentionally gone out of our way to go during such a hazard for the sake of it. I ran through the waves, then began flying over them when they became especially rough, cutting right over the tides.

Soon, I noticed faint lights flickering in the sea. This caused spontaneous awareness. As I looked closer, I discerned one of those lights were actually a street light jutting out of the water.

Things started destabilizing. Staring closely at the lights helped, but only for about half a minute. Ditto for rubbing my hands. Without warning, I was dragged into deep water. I spun around, barely keeping both my face over the surface, and hold of the dream.

Lucidity lost. It'd since become dawn. I trudged out of the deeper water towards the others. All of them were huddled on a round marble platform, which itself was partially submerged. I squeezed myself inside, but it became apparent we couldn't comfortably remain as such. And so, they decided to allot turns. With an almost troubling unanimity, someone else (my brother?) and I were relegated as one of the last to go on there.

Not sure of anything else until the dream ended.

Frag - stadium
Frag - HS friends (seth)
L chain - TAZ:BoB I'm fred/freddie (wrote this down in imaginary DJ along w pictures of windows)
over the course of 5-8 lds in a chain, i meet group of people in a smallow yellowish office with windows and curtains overlooking an orange/yellow sky, we talked about something serious (a conspiracy, a plot for revolution, a threat facing the world?), then woke. the next time i got lucid i was back but they were all about 50 years older, we talked about similar things and they told me i could join their org, wake. next lucid they're touring me around the facilities, in another i was in a large hallway talking to someone. i think i had a few groundhog day loops of some scenes, but i remember getting lucid every loop. a lot happened but in the end half of the org turned against me and half of them were woth me and we fought in a huge bluish grey sanctuary and eventually i extracted the relic (crystal circle/bracelet in a large wooden box with holes - can't look at it! will go into more detail on this dream later.
Frag - sex - part of LC?
L - walking in darkish (dim red sky) city, reach junk pile and start to fly, flying feels very fake , like I'm laying my body outstretched and the scene is just moving past me, so i flip over on my back flying and admire the beautiful view above me - the wooden slats coming apart and the junk in this under-bridge area and some train tracks - this gave me a literal and figurative perspective change - LDing is not always about doing things perfectly or achieving goals, but usually the best dreams, lucid or not, are when something amazing or simple but different is happening and you're a part of it, and it inspires childlike wonder in you
NL - i drew a pretty good (not amazing but probably better than i can do iwl - for some reason I'm a great artist in dreams) picture of a wizard/sorceress girl and was adjusting the mouth and coloring (f was there possibly?)
Frag - sneaking suspicion i had a dream about 9 backyard and enjoying the sunlight
NL - FA in wl 8 room, looking at videos on phone, get up several times in a groundhog day-like loop, look at myself in mirror (my torso looked ripped, but somewhat sagging?), i go downstairs (it's now 9) and consider going out the front door to talk to a dc (was semilucid but not fully there) but decide instead to sunbathe in the backyard, when i reach the kitchen i call out "who's there?" and my dad comes through a door that doesn't exist in his signature windbreaker and we talk for a second, wake up

Created Saturday 27 October 2018

Only got some minor things today. There's a lot of other dreams I've forgotten, one of which I suspected was an LD...

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Playing TF2 as the Demoman. I repeatedly tried to blow up a sentry nest, with no luck. Even once I did clear it, I left myself exposed. This prompted unfriendly responses from my own team.

Walking around town, I think? Warp. I was taking a shower in the large bathroom. I glance to the mirror, when I see my face suddenly blurring up. But, it was some unrelated thoughts of how I got there triggered lucidity. Donned only boxers, I float cross-legged towards the mirror. I then phased through it into a blurred void. Things collapsed shortly after.

The third lucid dream that cannot leave my memory happened very early in the morning of July 20, 1993. All of a sudden, I find myself standing in what appears to be a kitchen looking at a very large table with a man seated at it who is reading a bunch of papers strewn on it. I’m looking at this man straight on from the other side of the table but I’m standing a few steps back. Suddenly, an attractive woman with very long dark hair walks up to this man from his right, which he does not see, and raises a gun to his head then blows his brains out. I distinctly felt the emotion of horror when that happened then everything went gray. I opened my eyes to look at the clock and note the time, then went back to sleep. Later that day, it was all over the news that Vince Foster had committed suicide. As the reports came in about the time of his death, it was clear that I had witnessed his murder telepathically through the eyes of the woman who was there and saw the whole thing. I have told this to many people, but because everyone I told has a serious block in their conscious to suppress any notion that experiencing something like this is possible, it was like casting pearls before swine. I’ve also come to suspect that my first lucid dream of flying was experienced telepathically as well.

The second lucid dream I experienced that is forever with me happened in broad daylight while I was fully awake on Saturday afternoon, October 14, 1989. I was walking through the open lot of my work place when three of my co-workers approached me and asked me who I thought was going to win the baseball game on Tuesday. I was puzzled that they would ask this of me as I am not know to be a sports fan since it became an entertainment industry in the early ‘70s. Nonetheless, I pondered the question for a moment then replied “There is no game on Tuesday.” They of course looked at me like I was out of touch and insisted that there was indeed a game on Tuesday. So I looked deeper in my mind and I could see people in the infield and in the stands but the stadium was crumbling so they had to close it and there would be no game that day. This was so bizarre for me to grasp that I could only respond by saying “NO! There is no game on Tuesday!” And then we broke up and went about our jobs. For those of you who can recollect, that was the day of the devastating earthquake when the Giants were to play the Oakland A’s in game 3 of the World Series. That Wednesday, the guys at work looked at me in total disbelief! - Sure, this is the internet where anyone can spew anything they like, right?

I dunno how long I was in this dream but it felt like I was in it for a very long time. Anyhow I start off in an ocean and I was with someone. I was at the seabed, swimming around and looking at things. I went to the surface with the DC and he decided that he wanted to setup camp in the ocean. We inside a frame of a cube and was closed in with tinted windows. I was inside and realized that the dark water was coming in from the bottom and rising. Trying to scare me are we dream? I thought about me sinking to the bottom of this massive sea and was back at the bottom in no time. I seen the sandy bed coming and landed in it, several hundred phantoms below sea level. I looked up and can see ray of light coming in from way up above me.

After that dream I'm now in a completely different dream. I'm at my recent home duane drive but it is all strange and big. I'm supposivly working on a 3d model of megazord and I'm looking at his arched eyes. I stretched them vertically to give them more arching shapes. I see an archway in my house that are shaped like the upper parts of Megazords brows and they stretch upwards. After that I see a little kid, me running around looking like the original Thunder Megazord. I ran around a table and out of sight.