lucid

I was in my basement, in front of the couch. I was thinking about teleporting to the Frost Giant's cave. I closed my eyes, spun and rubbed my hands picturing a cave surrounded by snow, emitting a soft glowing light from the inside. I then opened my eyes. I was shocked to find myself still in my basement. I spun again, but every time I spun a green blanket somehow wrapped itself around me. I tried to teleport a last time. The dream ended.

I figured I would begin my online dream journal with the most interesting post in my dream journal so far - my first lucid dream in years.

The beginning of this dream could have happened two ways, as I have memories of both.

1. I was in the lounge room, talking to my father, and got up to walk towards the front door. The furniture was arranged differently, the room lit by the lights, and the curtains closed. I tripped over something like a sharp wire, and felt no pain. This caused me to question reality and do a reality check.
2. I was at school, in English. It was the middle of the day, warm sunlight being diffused around the room from the blinds covering the windows. We were working through a question sheet, and one of the answers made absolutely no sense, causing me to RC. I doubt this second one.

Infact, thinking about it, the second one is most likely a false memory, as I distinctly remember doing the RC in my loungeroom, and the rest of the dream took place at home.

I did the RC I do as habit throughout the day, trying to push my finger through my opposite hand. It's hard to describe how it feels - like pushing a stick of hard play-doh into my hand. My hands were also extremely blurry, though I didn't concentrate on them much after I RC'd. I immediately got excited and started to lose the dream. I yelled out 'Increase lucidity!', relaxed my breathing, and got a more vivid look of the loungeroom.

I wanted to change my scenery, go to somewhere else within my dream. I tried visualising a field, and willing the world around me to move and change, I then tried a beach, which I had visited in a lucid dream briefly many years ago. Despite this effort, my scenery didn't change. I didn't notice at first - and infact wrote in my dream journal that nothing changed and no passages opened, but I recall noticing that one of my walls had turned into a long hallway - deeply lit with red, and soft velvety walls and luxurious looking doors. I wish I had infact gone and investigated it, and I plan to use it as a method of transportation next time.

Since my scene wouldn't change - I decided to try and fly. I ended up in my room, simply swimming upwards, struggling at first with freestyle, but soon adopted an upright push, somewhat like a jellyfish. Though I found it much easier than my previous attempts in dreams years ago, I lost a lot of lucidity from lack of concentration. It was cloudy outside, and everything had a tinge of green, though most colours were washed out. My foot got caught on a vine outside my window, and I couldn't keep floating. I tried to simply phase through it - like I did with the roof, but it didn't work, and the vine held me back. I lost more lucidity here.

My memory then picks up back in the loungeroom, where I proceeded to have sex with nothing - simply thrusting away at the air with nothing there, though still receiving all feeling. This caused me to wake up very quickly.

I woke up, and felt like looking over at the clock, and I believe I did infact wake up here, but then returned to sleep.

I thought I began writing in my dream journal, and ended up in a dream where I was in my English classroom, discussing a problem we had with the homework where the answer didn't make any sense. I exclaimed to my teacher "That's the question which caused me to be lucid!" He agreed that the answer didn't make any sense, and would have caused me to become lucid.

I woke up again after this, and began writing in reality.

DJ Log: May 24, 2011 – 4:00AM (USA Eastern)
Text color legend: · NON-DREAM · NOTES · DREAM · LUCID ·

I am walking around in a large laboratory with another DC, investigating a recent murder which occurred in this room. We are looking for any clues that may be left behind. There are police lights flashing outside and I can hear a dog barking in the background.

As we are searching, we walk near a domed part of the ceiling which has windows around the dome. There is blood dripping from the ceiling here. As we both stop walking and look upward, a body and some debris crashes through the ceiling and lands on the floor. I close my eyes for a brief moment, then I look back up and see that there is nothing wrong with the ceiling. The blood is now gone and there are lights where the windows were just a moment ago. I say to myself, “Why do these things keep changing? What kind of a fucked up dream is this?”

I immediately become lucid and take a much closer look at my surroundings, while trying to utilize any many senses as possible. The windows are back where they should be and there is a large hole in the ceiling. There is a body and a large safe in the midst of a pile of debris in front of me. I can smell rancid flesh beginning to fill the air around me. The lights are all making a buzzing sound and I can hear a lab refrigerator running in the distance. I can feel small particles of debris fall out of my hair when I shake my head. I look around a bit and decide that there is nothing I want to try tasting in here.

I look back at the safe and remember the basic task of the month. I stare at the safe and attempt to move it with my mind. Instead of moving the safe, I develop x-ray vision which allows me to see that there is a gun inside the safe. I look at it again, and after struggling for a moment, the safe elevates from the pile of debris. I lift the safe all the way up to the ceiling using psychokinesis and then smash it against the wall to break it open. The safe smashes apart and the gun slides across the floor. I look back at the other DC, who is standing there completely dumbfounded. He looks at me with a really strange look, then walks over and picks up the gun with an evidence bag.

I lose my lucidity and start to walk around the lab again. All of the details disappear from the room and the dream fades away rather quickly.

I wake up and spend a moment with my eyes shut, recalling as many details as possible. I grab my flashlight and journal, then write it all down. This is my first lucid since I quit smoking cigarettes. Yay!

I have had quite a few lucid dreams. My problem is I want to talk to my subconscious and it doesn't seem to want to talk to me.
My latest dream I did the usual thing I do to lucid dream. I read for at leat an hour in the early morning. Then when I went to sleep I told myself I wanted to have a lucid dream and that I would be in a field of daisys and horses and calmness. When I went into the lucid dream I was in the middle of a tornado and sitting on my bed. I was a bit shocked but I said stop it a number of times sternly and then it stoped . I also was in the dark so I said I needed light. little by little the light got brighter until I saw two of my brothers sitting on a floor. I sat down with them and talked to them. After a while I decided to confront them. I said to Fred. "you know I am having a lucid dream and you are a dream character. You are not my brother. He turned away. John did the same. finally I went to fred and told him i really needed to talk to my subconscious only he just staried at me and said 5 down 2 across..

I'm dreaming something boring about stuff to do and timetables to match. At some point i'm bored, and i even know it's a dream, but "something" keeps telling me i must continue the dream as it is.
I'm really bored so i let the story down and take control of the dream. I find myself in a different landscape. i'm standing on a country road with a luxuriant hedge on the side. Now the "something" that was keeping me from taking the dream, has become a solid voice, trying to persuade me that with this dream i'm supposed to do something else - materialize a story about a class and a lesson.
I reject the interference, because i feel that what i really need now is to stay there, watch the leaves, perceive this place, which concreteness has nothing to do with the poor visualization i would create following the voice's instructions.
So I do my best to ignore the disturber and to just be there.

now, i've the vaguest memory of me actually facing someone, even pulling out the little finger (memory of reading "art of dreaming") - but i'm not really sure it's from this one dream or from a previous one which i forgot. be it this dream or another, the target was most likely the same anyway - felt like the sticky kind.

kinda brings back memories

Non-dream Dream Lucid Fragments
Heh, another part lucid, although it was strangely dark.

I was in a bigger and more sinister version of my house, in my living room to be exact. I looked around and noticed the darkness was only around me. I looked down at myself and I was a strange ghast-like creature. I had some strange looking pistol gun as well. There was creepy music playing that was the creepyest thing I had ever heard. I tried to remind myself that I was probably the only thing to fear in this house and looked around. I went upstairs and explored. I heard a door banging. I opened it and saw a scared Odie and Garfeild. I thought it strange, but shrugged it off. I asked them what they were doing in my house and they said it was theirs. I told them they had nothing to fear and lead them outside. I then noticed that there was a 1st person style format. A button in the corner said Menu. I willed it to open and saw a skills map. The first said that in order to gain other skills, I had to possess someone. It also said that I would die unless this happened before daylight. I thought about it and decided that I would posess Garfield. As soon as Odie turned around I tried to do so. But the second I tried the dream shifted. Everywhere I looked there were dark creatures. I willed the dream to change. Then I thought, "Wait, I just said dream, right? This is a dream!" And then with more force I changed the surrounding. I was in my living room again but it was a bit lighter. I went past my kitchen and to my dining room. My brother and a girl I like were there. I said to myself that she must like me in order to be here (passive control) and so would follow me. I walked upstairs and found I was right. I went to my TV and tested if it worked. It didn't. The girl took went to take a shower and I attempted to turn into a dragon. I only got the claws. I lost lucidity after a couple of tries. I had a false awakening and for the rest of the dream I did all the things I normally did to pack for school.

22.05.2011

Hyper Mustang! (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

This is one time travel - rewind semi-lucid dreams I used to have as a child. I am realizing I am not awake, but dreaming, but without thinking straight. I got into trouble and rewinded the dream.

Something happened in the dream previously that I could not recall, but I was sent to a room where some sonic traveling capsules could be ridden. This room was dark and the walls were made out of iron. I was with two guys that wanted to kick my butt for some reason. They pushed me inside one of these capsules, but I could scape. I witnessed how the capsule left and high speed. These guys told me that now I had to go to the sewers to get my butt out of there. They closed a huge metallic hatched and I was on my own.

I decided to go down the pipe were the capsule was sent, until I got to the sewers. There were people living there, stores and even lamps. I walked through various stores and I saw some plants that were inside like small cages. One of them moved and said, "Muuuuuuuuuuuuu"

I met with a friend and I saw some escalators that lead to a fancy department store. So we went up to see it.

I figured I could dress up with a fancy suit and still it so I could bring it to waking life. I felt if I stole something from the dreamworld it would be all right. I told to my friend, but some security guard noticed so I passed.

I explored the store and at the exit, there was a high end car dealership. They had for sale a Mustang Shelby GT500 Super Snake:







However, it was in improved one. It was blue like the photo but it was half big, like sliced in two. Instead of a trunk, the car had two big ailerons. It looked like a plane on its back. The salesmen approached at me and offered assistance. I was taking a look of the car on the inside. It was not finished, as I could saw cables and everything. The car was capable of reaching 400 miles per hour.

Suddenly, the car started moving alone, so I grabbed the steer wheel. The guy from the dealership started the engine and hit the gas remotely. I started to drive on small roads. The car accelerated extremely fast. I started to do some speeding. I entered a highway and I was amazed that the mustang went from 0 to 80 miles per hour in one second. I started to speed at extreme speed on the freeway until a van changed lanes abruptly and hit me. I started to spin, hitting other cars and fell to a river. I was worried about totaling this car, as it was not mine.

I realized I better rewinded the dream. I closed my eyes and focused really hard in getting out of there. I succeed and appeared at the beginning of the dream. I decided to take the capsule from the very beginning instead of avoiding it (If I did not, I would re-dream the whole thing exaclty... happened several times when I was a kid) Something about a cat woke me up.

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

Night of May 20-21

I'm in the upstairs bedroom of a house. Built into one wall is the entrance to a long slide, which I go down. The first part of the slide is plastic, tubular, and constantly curves back and forth in random directions. After a bit, the plastic tube slide connects smoothly to another section of slide, this one made of polished, light-colored wood. The wooden portion of the slide turns through 90-degree corners in between straight runs, and it goes through a series of spacious rooms that are made of the same light wood.

Later, I'm back in the upstairs bedroom again, with some other people who want to go down the slide. I describe to them what the slide is like.

Night of May 21-22

I'm in the main hallway that runs through the middle of my church. There are tables lined up in the hallway, and I'm sitting behind one of them. Other people from my church are sitting behind the other tables. We're all talking to each other about the church activities we do. [This was all day residue. This dream was essentially a replay of what I had just done that day in real life at our church's spring talent festival. I count this dream as further evidence in favor of the hypothesis that dreams are produced when your brain is recording the day's experiences in long-term memory.]

[I had a lucid dream in the next cycle, but I've forgotten a lot of the details. The following paragraphs contain what I do remember of that dream.]

I realize I'm dreaming and think, Oh, cool. I'm dreaming. That means I can do anything I want to. I find myself in a rectangular room in which all the walls are full-length mirrors. I look at my reflection and notice that I have my long hair and bangs again [which was the hairstyle I had for most of my life until last October], and that my bangs are chopped off all unevenly, with little sections that end in different lengths. I either exercise, or just think about, two or more of the dream abilities I've already learned [I'm not really sure, because I don't remember this part very well], and then I decide to try an ability I've never tried before: changing my appearance.

I close my eyes and visualize what I want my reflection in the mirror to look like when I open them: I want to see myself as an old woman, with my hair gray, but still long. I open my eyes, only to find that it didn't work. My reflection still looks the same as it did before. The thought of trying to shapeshift into some kind of animal crosses my mind, but I decide not to because no animal that I particularly want to turn into comes to mind.

[Different dream, later in the night.] I'm visiting my boss's house, which is huge and very nice. My boss gives me a very kind, generous compliment about my after-school teaching. He says something along the lines of, “You're a great teacher. You treat them like people.” [“Them” meaning the students.] I'm very flattered.

I go outside my boss's house. There is a small, private jet parked outside. A group of people I know and I are about to leave on a trip somewhere in the jet. Before we leave, I decide to go and use the portable restrooms that are located on the opposite side of the grassy field I'm in. One of them is a standard portable restroom, and the other is bigger and wider; it was removed from a commercial airplane, I know. [It made sense in the dream.] I can't get into either of them, though, because my mom is blocking the entrance to them. She tells me that I can't come in because P. is in the restroom right now.

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Side notes:

In real life, I have two jobs, each with a different boss. The boss who appeared in my dream was not the one from my after-school teaching job; he was the one from my office job. It makes sense, though, in a sideways kind of way, that Office Boss would compliment me on my teaching in a dream. Two things that I know I really, deeply want are for my teaching efforts to be appreciated and for Office Boss to like me. I think my mind just combined the two desires and had Office Boss express appreciation of my teaching. (Office Boss has seen me teach in real life, but only once.) This dream, and the one I had on March 26 about being hired for that one job (which I did not get hired for in real life, by the way), lead me to this observation: Sometimes, when you really, really want something to happen in real life, your mind will grant you your desire in a dream.

Cool, my first attempt at forging. It was unsuccessful, but I'm not really surprised. I'm looking forward to continuing to work on that skill.

I begin to understand why we have a thread devoted to pictures “for daily lucid inspiration.” Lucid dreaming is beginning to feel routine and unremarkable, even when I'm in a lucid dream. It felt that way in this one. My initial excitement about the phenomenon has worn off. Now I see why one would want a source of daily lucid inspiration.

Lucid Thrift Store

I'm in some kind of thrift store, which is a regular living room but with a rack of clothes. I see Heather's new clothes she bought for her birthday the other day (in real life) on top of the rack.

She wouldn't donate those, I think. I am instantly lucid. The dream is difficult to connect with for whatever reason. I rub my hands together for stability but realize I have mittens on. I remove them and try again.

I sit on the floor for a moment, thinking of what I want to do in a dream. I try to recall my goals.

An eastern women is at a cash register and is doing a little dance. It is very simple but she acts very proud, as if it took her months to perfect it. She looks over to me and offers me acid after she's done.

I close my eyes and she places a tab of acid on my tongue (I "know" this happened, but didn't actually feel it occur.) Suddenly my body is knocked from a sitting position to my head on the floor. I lose lucidity.

The dream spins into a different room, a different scene:


Dylan Returns

I am in my ex-beloved's living room (not a replica of real life at all). It has very nice hardwood floors which I admire. We are hanging out, catching up. He offers to bring me to the ATM with him or something.

We are in his car. I ask if he has his license and he responds that he doesn't. He goes through the ATM and we drive somewhere else.

We are now on a beach. He is tattooing Bart Simpson onto my foot. I look at my foot a lot and think of how sketchy the lines are and if I'll regret this.

I have a discussion with someone else on the beach of how stupid water shoes are.

Nonlucid, Lucid, Partially lucid

May 20, '11: I am in a parking lot. Someone is trying to use ESP or telekinesis. I star floating around and say that I am using telekinesis to find my car.
I become lucid and fly away. I find the refrigerator, sort of in the kitchen, but also outside. I decide to look at the back of the fridge to compare with waking reality
The back looks the same as the front.

Nonlucid, Lucid, Partially lucid

May 17, 2011: I am riding a bicycle up the driveway towards the house. I sort of push the bike up the hill, and also sort of riding at the same time, beside the bike.
A large truck drives by and almost hits me. I turn around and throw the bike at the truck. I become lucid, I'm not sure if before or after throwing the bike.

Aware that I'm dreaming, I remember my goal to summon my dream guide. I see my car and decide to have her appear inside it.
I made up some magic chant/song as I stand beside the car. I have a blanket that I am also trying to get rid of, but it is tangled around me.
I open the car door, and there is no one in there. I go around to the other side, state my intention and open the door. Still nothing.

Then I call up to the sky, asking why she won't appear for me. I get no response.
I feel the dream fading but I stop myself from waking by rubbing my hands together. Then I go inside the house. I see a mirror and flip onto my back.

There is no one around. I wish I could be somewhere interesting. Then I eat some food and wake up a bit.

In the kitchen, Dad asks me where a car part is. He says it is called a "boot"-something, because it is shaped like a boot. I tell him I know what part he is talking about, but I haven't seen it recently. I tell him it has probably been moved around with the storage.

I realize I am dreaming again and I think the conversation with Dad probably didn't happen.
I am still in the kitchen. Thirsty, I pick up a glass of raspberry ginger ale and have a drink. It tastes good and refreshing.

There is a man sitting at a computer in a room, listening to a tape recording of some other man talking. I ask him what he is listening to. I can't understand it. I think I know who he is, but when he turns around he has a really big nose.
He pulls out a blue plastic gun to shoot me. I'm like "Ok, fine," and I leave.
In the next room, there are three women studying some kind of science. On of them seems familiar, but I'm not sure if from TV or someone I knew.
She has a big fake horse in her room. I know it is fake, but I ask if it is real anyway. She says no. I tell her she probably can't keep a real horse in here, joking. Then I wake up.

I was in a certain shop, in this shop we talked about the latest in technology and how we could use it to our advantage. It was some shop in a mall, I don't remeber what we were talking about, all I remember is our instructor being extremley laid back when we were supposed to be taught. Then the dream shifted.

I appeared in my room, it look almost exactly the same, UNTIL. I looked out my window and I saw that their was a highway connected to my roof. All the cars were dropping off at the end of my roof. Luckily, I practice a lot of dreaming type excersices in my room, like asking myself if I am dreaming, otherwise I probably wouldn't have recognized this moment. I thought this was very odd and I instantly knew I was dreaming. Here comes the fail part. I didn't bother stabilizing the dream and went straight to creating portals. The portal did ot work and the dream instantly faded and I woke up.

22.05.2011

22 maj 2011 (WILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID


I saw the horizon with a lot of tall buildings. all the sudden this vivid picture was on an old TV in bad quality. i am in a kitchen with this big big window and a lot of kids. i do a reality check and i go lucid

I am in the middle of a cooking class. the kids teacher isnt around so i decided to have some fun with them and mess with them. i said "Hey kids! wanna see something magical?" and they are like "YEAA YEAA!" so i do the "finger through palm" kinda thing. the kids is standing there looking at me in awe while they begin trying the trick themself.

I decided to try walk through the wall, but not with any success.

I look out the big window and i see some F-16 starting bombing the school. Apperently one of the kids is on the "most wanted" teorrist list. i go outside to find that kids dad and we talk about things. after that i woke up

Note: These DCs are real people, but the names have been changed to protect privacy.

It started off non-lucid in a pool/chill room of some sort. Banana was saying some suggestive things about Rolleyes and I again. Shadewink, sitting next to a fireplace, heard it and asked, "Alex's in love?" I sat down next to him and said no, but not emphatically, to show I was in love with him. We talked for a bit about love. I forgot the specifics. It felt so real.

[scene missing]

I somehow became the babysitter in a family with a 5-year-old serial killer lunatic boy. It was exactly like a horror movie. I was alone in the house, then I turned and saw the boy grinning with a dagger in his hand. I had to keep a lookout for him, and he always appeared where I wasn't looking. I managed to dodge all his attacks. On the last attack I dodged, he pulled out a fork next, and somehow I made him land in the laundry hamper, which I pushed out a door that I then closed.

Then the family came home. The two daughters wanted to take a shower, and I joined them. I saw the eldest had big breasts and she was taking small, paper-thin supplements, so I asked, "Does it work?" She said yes. I asked if I could have some. (The younger daughter said "No!" as if not wanting me to change who I am.) She told me I'd be able to get them in a mystical garden, which was shown to me. But first, I had to return in a time machine to a time in the middle of things - in medias res.

So I then returned to the pool/chill room. Without me (and Banana, or Shadewink, it seemed), they'd gotten Dennis, who was passed out on the floor anyway. I went into the next room; the guys were sitting n a circle, and greeted me. Victor asked where I was going. I told them I was going to "buy something" in Chinese. Then I elaborated: "I'm going to buy something called Fifty Basket (a drink shop)". And I ran out of there. I knew with that lame excuse some of them would be bound to chase after me, and so I ran. I ran over the familiar swimming pool & resort landscape from my unwritten dream on 5/21. My adrenaline surged, and I was losing the dream. I was able to salvage it, however.

Finally I vaulted a fence and at the other side, Banana came over with a bundle of the pink supplements in the shape of a lotus. He told me, "You do know this is just a dream, right?" I replied wistfully: "Can't I take this into the real world?" But here I'd already become lucid. I wanted to stay lucid for longer. I walked about on the now empty and sandy place, changing night into day. I lay on the ground and tried to change the medium I was lying on, to no success. I then decided to have random sex, so I changed the dreamscape into a beach with more people. Most of the people resisted my advances, so eventually I grabbed a green electric toothbrush and went for it. The feeling was intense. I could hear a voice saying, "This is what is meant by libertarian sex(uality)", and "99.9%" of something. Then I came violently, already half awake and feeling myself pulse in bed, and woke up.

My new boss is leading me through endless gray corridors. He is talking about the company and its history but I'm not really listening. Something is amiss and I can feel it, but I can't tell what it is. After a bit I notice that we have been walking down this corridor for a very long time without any doors. I ask him, Where are we going, and he seems surprised by my question. As he stammers, I peer at him. I can tell that he's been caught without an answer. Now I think to do a reality check. I hold my nose and take a short breath. He gets annoyed with me and says "just what do you think you are doing?"

I reply, "this is a dream, I am dreaming." His face glows red as he demands to know how I think I know this. I say "watch" as I hold my nose and when I start to take another breath…

I wake up