memorable

I was out in a golf area and I was with Nat Piep and Graham R and me and graham were talking about doing it. I jokingly asked her and she said "I have a guard most the days of the week at the hotel and I am almost always watched but yes we can do that sometime" I thought it was funny af. Then she started talking to two people as me and graham started hurling a rock back and forth on a golfing green and she was i the middle. I remember Sam dosl and Nate had apparently started some business involving rocks and golf and gauging for distance which I found funny again.

[COLOR="#FFD700"]In a dream a LONG time ago I met this little blonde kid about 9 or ten who was EPIC at skate boarding (One of my favourite hobbies) and his name was Zelbell. I am so curious as to why my conscious named him that. But I only ever met him once and I haven't seen him since. I actually forgot about him. He's not real in real life but I feel like I know him. Then last night he came back into my dream and didn't remember me! Back when I saw him before I had really long blonde hair and since then I got it cut so I presume that's why he didn't remember me. It was so weird. But anyways, here's what happened...
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I was out with my mom, shopping or something and I decided to stay in the car when she went. Then I saw Zelbell fly past the car, on his skateboard, and I hop out the car eager to go find him. I rush down the hill and find him in the large alleyway covered in autumn trees and leaves, the same place I had met him before, and he suddenly stops and looks at me.

There's dialog but I don't recall it. A pair of rollerblades suddenly appear on my feet and we ride around together, still talking. Then I suddenly get the feeling I left Moshi and M (Code names for two good friends In real life) back in the car, even though they weren't there before I left.

I say to Zelbell that I have friends I want to introduce him to and he follows me back to the car. And sure enough when we get to the car Moshi and M are in there.

So I open the door and I say to the guys "Yo guys, this is Zelbell. He is ACE at skateboarding" and Moshi puts his hand out to fist bump Zelbell and says "Oh sick dude" But Zell bell suddenly gets to his feet and rushes away. Did I mention he is unbelievably shy? M looks at me I shrug my shoulders, slamming the door and running after Zelbell.

When I catch up I ask what's wrong and he says he doesn't remember me and I explain how my hairs been cut seriously short since the last time we met and he suddenly remembers me.
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Then I suddenly wake up feeling really weird at how I met Zelbell again after all these years or how my brain even remembered him. It was so weird.

Also, over the last few days Moshi had been appearing in ALOT of my dreams.

Intensive DEILD attempt 5:

My alarms proved a hassle again, they didn't go off properly. So annoying >_<. I do remember vaguely waking up at one point and rolling around confused though.

I woke up at 2:30 after a pretty sexual dream but I can't recall it, I do know that I was in my bed in the dream though fighting off the urges for PMO I think?

Dream 1 - Exploring a Tomb
I remember walking into a sandstone tomb (imagine a place Indiana Jones would go), though perhaps with some modern attachments such as lights (but really old and powered by old dodgy electrical wiring). I walked down some stairs into a large room the stretched on for a while with a low ceiling. There were lots of sarcophagus' (sarcophagi?) in rows across the rooms, and along the walls were indents with pedestals holding burial urns. In my mind the idea of 'looting' the place like an RPG game occurs to me. I know that sometimes enemies can hide in the sarcophagus' (like mummies) which come out and attack you when you open the lid (ever played Nox?). Other people who are with me seem to be opening the lids a little too hastily, this makes me a little anxious and I decide to head out of the room and get the feeling that some mummies may be about to appear. I heading up the next flight of stairs to where the an Asian guy is sitting on a fold-out chair by the power box for the lights. Suddenly the lights cut out, shit. This is really bad because the people opening the containers downstairs could be in trouble if a mummy appears. The Asian guy isn't aware of the urgency of the situation. I think there's also maybe 2 other companions with me around this point (similar to the 2 who were with me the previous night chasing the Asian woman). One of them had seen 2 of 3 witches standing at the bottom of the stairs looking up at us from behind a wooden pillar that held up the building we were in. They were responsible for the light disappearing. At this time I was next to the Asian guy and was fiddling in my pockets for a little hand held light. He also produced a lighter, igniting a cigarette, the glow illuminating his calm face. I have my hand held light out and turn it on and point it at the power box. I say something to subtly enlighten the Asian guy to the potential direness of the situation "we should quickly get the lights back on, the people downstairs may need it". I think he manages to gets the lights back on, I walk over to by the stairs and look down to see the 2 witches behind the narrow wooden pillar. They're just... Looking at me? Weird. Creepy. I leave back to the power box but as I reach the 3rd witch appears now. Wow, what a beauty! She's floating there with a fur-lined coat, two white streaks that flow back through her black hair. She has a Cruella de Vil 'look' but is stunningly gorgeous and graceful instead of being crazy and ugly. I think I tried to catch her but she teleport away, then I tried jumping over the edge of the railing to get her. I managed to grab her but she swung back and teleported away, disappearing from my grip. I fall to the ground on the floor below and roll. I'm sitting with my legs stretched out in front of me and my hands behind me on the floor holding me up. "Damn, and I didn't even get her number" I say out loud, I feel slick as I say this and let out a *sigh*. I felt like I would see her again. I also felt really slick and smooth like a player or something lol...

Dream 2 - Talking to my Dad (fragment)
It's night at my parents house and I ask my dad if he wants to go to the gym or a surf in the morning. He tells me 'oh yeah sure' and says something about how he usually gets up at 6am. I readily agree that this is fine with me as I'm used to getting up early now (I seem to say this proudly as he usually has the impression that I'm not an early riser ).

Both dreams were pretty nice, the first was quite cool. The second was nice because I'll finally be able to see my family again and I'll probably have that same conversation but in waking life

🌷When the alarm goes off and Oobe after reading new methods

Got lots of sleep this weekend so feel redy for a wbtb - Went to bed at around 10pm and Set my alarm for 3.30am - I got up and went to the loo then laid back down and allowed snooze control to go on. I thought I may try to train myself to sleep quicker after hitting the snoozes - something Sivason Mentioned trying to do in training for Deild's . After hitting a few snoozes - I start to notice I am just getting into mellow mood-sleepy when the music goes off and just the fact of moving my arm to find the snooze button changes the feeling towards awakeness... Hopefully this will get better - I am happy I noticed that any way. But I move my hand to sit directly on my iPad now so next snooze I hardly have to move - I am on my back.

I keep going like that for a few snoozes ( 20 mins between each ). As I lay there I remember reading about the Wild methods last night ( paradigmeshift - tactile wild method) and snoops thread about using imagination with moving the Dream body in the period of time leading up to a Wild ( during the dive ). In the Paradymeshift he/she says as son as you are starting to feel sleepy start to imagine your body being pulled by your feet and have a tactile feeling of your body sliding along the sheets. So I start doing this and it works! Suddenly I am Lucid in my dream but waking in a dream bed in a dream senecio - I come out of my body OOB style and move through the walls - the surroundings are very clear but I don't recognise anything - my waking Memeory is very much with me as there is a prayer I have been wanting to say in my LD and I manage to say it. I sit down and meditate too which has been a goal for a long time... I expected it tobe out of this world but it was quite funny ... DC's start coming towards me with aggression ( never happened before in LD) I maintain meditation and they try to attack me - at first something REALY hurts and I feel quite threatened ...but then they disolve and are gone into thin air- I carry on sitting there and it feels quite ordinary - I am amazed at the LD feeling having lasted so long this time - I feel it could be my longest LD. I spend some time really honing into the feeling of just being in the LD.

I wake up and feel my body clearly in my bed - I remember to feel my body being dragged across the bed again and then ....Yes I am in the dream again - a semi Lucid dream continues now ... I feel myself in bed again and then back in the dream a couple more times - just short but all due to this imaginary moving of my body while falling off to sleep 🌺

I can't wait to try again tonight as this was a great experience!


Thread I was reading ;


http://www.dreamviews.com/community/...ad.php?t=40516

10.11.2015

Escaping the White Dragon In Ancient Sewer Labyrinth (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Surprisingly, I had little interest in recalling this dream, but if I keep doing that in general, I probably wouldn't bother to recall dreams that could be really awesome to depict visually in the future. I should continue doing more image streaming sessions during my days off from work, or at least a few minutes, or so for whatever day. I seem to undermine the ease of recalling things, especially ones that I try to capture immediately after experiencing them.

I’m watching myself play a game, or at least that’s what it seemed at first, where you’re presumed to have to escape from a white dragon that’s hell-bent in killing you with its fangs. There’s a lot of quick time events that entail having to go left and right along with a third person perspective when you reach certain areas that allow this.

The quick time events mostly involve you being in a first person perspective being capable of crawling through the sewers with ease, but with ominous music playing, and hearing the subtle nuances of the dragon’s breathing, and mode of action as well, it makes the experience horrifying. The white dragon would even declare sardonic statements of how one would be close to his death very soon, and such.

The overall color scheme within the sewer labyrinth involves green, black, and a swamp-murky gray color, mostly for any water that’s streaming, or standing still. The transitioning from choosing left or right was very fluid, and had the dream-esque quality of weightlessness to it. It almost seemed as if the sewer dungeon itself was tilting, albeit very subtly. Or, it could just be the harsh movements of going left or right, and feeling as if my body is tilting to accommodate for the implication of fluid transitions.

There were several moments where I was in close contact with the white dragon, but mostly due to me being a bit clever into tricking it into thinking I was at a certain location. I was completely oblivious to the general layout of the sewer labyrinth, and chose left and right in a non-sequential matter.

Whenever I would partake in events where I visualized myself in a third person perspective with the camera being behind my shoulders, I noticed a sense of urgency to augment my pace in running, as I knew the white dragon would be less restricted in movement as well. I even had the audacity to visually scroll around behind me to see this dragon coming after me, and it was only 20 feet or so away from me.

For some reason, I felt the environment itself with its ominous setting may have skewed my perception of the white dragon as I would imagine it being just as dark and tyrannical. Though, with a previous quick time event situation where it clamped my body in half, I beg to differ. There’s one event with the third person perspective where I’m inching my way towards the next hole, or entrance to randomly partake in. I’m wearing a shirt/sweater/jacket hybrid of some sort, and the sleeves are rolled up a bit. I’m wearing black pants as we well with some dark shoes; not sure of the exact color, though.

The space around me seemed more natural than polluted for some reason, and I started to realize that the general layout of what seemed like an ancient sewer was merely the ancient aesthetics being seen as slightly vulgar to me. There was this large green base for the ground that was surrounded by a stream of water going in a circular motion, or being still for some circumstances. The walls were made of a rocky composition, and for some areas, there would be a faint white stream of light above me. But, because of what I felt were my limitations at the time, and the dragon being able to fly as well, I figured having to muster willpower to escape via flying would be futile at best.

And with this dragon chasing me while I tried to find an end route from this dungeon, I was predisposed into thinking that it was trying to hide something that I could tap into inwardly for whatever purpose to be cherished, I think. It wasn’t the dragon being able to chew, maul, or tear me into pieces that was the issue, but more so having to potentially repeat the whole experience of going through this seemingly grandiose labyrinth.

It got to the point where I’m almost out of the area, however, the logic of the experience entailed that I had to distract the dragon into going into a large body of water while I would have to land to the left of a nearby cliff that would lead me to wherever. If the dragon comes along with me to the nearby cliff, it would profess that I failed in my escape.

So, there were several dream equivocations going on with transitioning in and out from this. First, the experience was translated into one where people thought it was some virtual experiential reality that they could treat as a video game. I would even go so far into saying that people would be tempted into making a video game out of it, and I even imagined someone like Markiplier wanting to play it as well. It got to the point where one could acquire a map of the whole ancient labyrinth.

However, it was more than just simply navigating through the multitude of paths as there were certain switches you had to activate to determine the path you would choose. A lot of the switches, doors, and such were color-coded while the actual paths were mostly a milky gray color. Looking at the map, I could barely find an exit, but I was eventually able to find out since whenever you pressed on the map for certain areas, it would emit an orange trail to one of the exits.

The two main pairs of switches consisted of a blue and green color. They were outside of the entrance to the labyrinth, and the environment around them had a mélange of high-tech machinery, and the basic composition of nature. It seemed that this area had connotations of a lost technological community along with some stylizations akin to Aztec, Mayans, and what have you.

People were navigating around this area, and they all varied in existence. Some were children, some were very old, and they all had varied body weights as well. I was fairly skeptical of some that seemed a bit more grandiose in size as it would probably be difficult for them to enter it in the first place. It bothered me that these individuals treated this experience like a video game of some sort, which may have been an autonomous process set out for me to synch with this treatment of the dream.

But for me, there was something that the dragon wanted to protect militantly. Some people even tried to go at the dungeon only to be reset back to this location with the main switches being pressed or back to their original position. It felt a bit consoling that there was an imaginative collective effort to figure out all of the intricacies of this area because it seemed like a nightmare, especially without the map.

For some reason, even with the map, I still felt skeptical of planning out my movements because I inferred that there would be some kind of surprise; difficulty wise, pace wise, and such that would make the seemingly pre-determined paths selected equal in mystery.

There was a point in the dream, or maybe this is another dream altogether that was sequential to this one where I imagined myself near a region that consisted of bars, fast food chains, and a Starbucks. Apparently, one could access the labyrinth via the manholes set out on the roads. I didn’t pay too much attention into wanting to get there through the manholes, but for whatever reason, I guess I was out here for more answers about something that I couldn’t remember.

I eventually transitioned back into the base of the entrance to the ancient labyrinth, and invested a lot of time looking at the map, and figuring out how I should assess myself should I ever want to go back. I would even visualize myself going through a virtual experiential reality within this virtual experiential reality, ironically, and figuring out when the dragon would appear, and what I would have to do. It made me wonder if I spent most of the dream visualizing this in my head without even going through the labyrinth. And that’s why bothered me the most because if this were the case, for all I know, the actual experience would be something completely different from what conjured up in my head even though this would be experienced within my own cognition.

The inwardness of the dream diluted the nightmare-like disposition of the experience in general, and became something more like a competitive event even though said implication was in guise of wanting to make it as such to again distract myself from thinking it was a nightmare having to deal with the white dragon; kind of like a self-reflection of how my mind would conceptualize certain events, and utilizing whatever autonomous process to suppress, regress, repress, and such to skew the experience in general.


Every time I felt tempted to have a go at the ancient labyrinth, I would go back to the same circular process of imagining myself doing so, and being dissatisfied at the end result.

Mind your language
I'm at my grandma's house, in her living room. There's a salmon/light brown couch, which is standing somewhere where it doesn't belong in reality. I'm with my mom, aunt, girlfriend and 2 cousins of 1 y/o and 4 y/o. My mom and aunt are sitting on the couch, on the left side. It feels as if we all slept on the couch. My mom starts asking me questions about the way my girlfriend rested her head on the couch. I have a suspicion that my mom is asking because of a dent in the couch. I become annoyed, because she's purposefully asking the questions in Dutch so that my girlfriend won't understand, instead of asking my girlfriend directly in English. Because I don't know the answers to my mom's questions I ask my girlfriend in Indonesian. My 1 y/o cousin comes close to us. My girlfriend is an enormous fan of little kids and starts playing with my cousin. I think at one point he stood on the coffee table as well.

Running
I'm walking in a massive hall. The type you would find in a public building. I don't recall there being anyone else. I start going faster and faster and suddenly realise something is wrong with the gravity. I'm running by making very big steps and coming of the ground for a short moment during each step. With every consecutive step I stay airborne a bit longer. I instantly realise that I'm dreaming. By now I'm already flying. I remember that I told myself that I would look at my hands to stabilise, which I do. I raise my hands in front of my face and I can feel them going up. The sensation is so strong that it feels as if I'm raising my hands in reality as well.* I have my eyes closed, but at the same time I can see my hands moving into my field of vision.° I don't feel the dream becoming any more stable. I alternate between enjoying the fact that I'm flying and trying to stabilise, because I know the dream will be over soon. I make peace with the fact that it's going to destabilise.

*My sense of touch is often lacking in dreams. I've even been electrocuted without feeling a thing.
°I read an article a while back that said you are able to 'see' your hands, even if it is completely dark.

Hotel
This dream is not gonna make sense to anyone reading it. Sorry about that
I'm outside during the day I believe, at a sort of tribune together with my girlfriend. I was far away enough from her that I seriously thought that it was weird that she managed to touch me with her foot. We were messing with each other a bit. Eventually I decide it's time for me to go take a shower.

Now I'm in a big hotel. There are some massive open spaces about. The details aren't clear to me anymore. The hotel is quite dimly lit. It seems everyone is here for the same event, though the event doesn't become important until later. The only persons I distinctively recall are my 20 y/o male cousin and later on a German classmate.

I find a shower somewhere that says it's mixed: men, women and transgenders. I go in and there are at least 2 shower cabines with glass doors, both unoccupied. I think I put something down and then walk out again because I didn't bring the stuff I needed. I walk out a glass door which has a T on it, I assume for transgender.

I've been to some different places in this massive hotel. I think I might've seen a swimming pool as well. I cannot for the life of my find the shower again though. Only a women's shower. At some point I'm walking along a corridor and to the left of me I see what might be a shower. Nope.. just 3 Indonesian toilets. They're dirty as well. At some point I still haven't showered and check the time. I think this is almost around the same time as that I see my German classmate. I have an analogue watch on my wrist.* There's about 40 minutes left until it's 7 pm and the wedding starts. I need to be ready by then. But we also have an exam at 7 pm. Both are in the hotel. Damn, I'm never gonna make it. I still need to study as well.

It's dark outside and I'm in the tram in the middle of the city. I'm trying to get back to the hotel. I believe I'm travelling with someone. We have no clue how to get back to the hotel. We can't even remember the name. We ask someone if that person knows how to get there and we start pondering on the name. Sounds like... no not that.. we think hard about it.

*The last time I wore a watch was months ago.

London
This dream feels so related (like a sequel) to the previous dream that I'm not sure this was a new dream or if it continued.
I know that I'm in London, though I can't recall how I know this for sure. I'm outside during daytime. I don't believe I'm alone, though I don't know who I'm together with. I start negotiating with a man on the price for renting a moped. This feels very Indonesian to me. We're sitting on a tram while doing so. In the mean time I call one of my classmates. I ask him something about where he is and about our campus. This is somehow relevant to whether I want to rent this moped and how desperate I am. For a moment the scene switches and I'm able to see him talking on the phone to me, as well as the setting he is in. He is with at least 1 of our classmates, perhaps even more. The scene switches back. We're at my stop and I quickly need to get out. I have a big travel backpack with me, in which I've stowed another bag. There's another bag on the floor. I wonder if it's the moped guy's bag or mine. I exit the tram, together with a different German classmate I think. I haven't paid the fare.

I enter a different tram. I feel guilty for not paying the fare and I want to. There's a PSA about paying fares and about being an ass if you don't pay it. I'm standing in the tram. I'm with 1 or 2 persons who are seated. I'm standing near the cabin of the conductor. I think there are two. One of them is a white woman who is about to start checking for tickets. I mess around my wallet looking for €2,-. I uncover a big amount of candy though and offer her some. We end up talking in a fencing kind of way. We make snappy comments and try to best each other, but it's a lot of fun.

Notes:
- I felt a bit flustered throughout the whole dream.
- I may or may not have woken up before this dream to mantra... it's hard to remember when this dream came in the night. I'm pretty sure I woke up around 5 or 6 and thought about getting lucid then.
- I kinda felt like I had tunnel vision the whole time.

[Enter dream]:
So I'm in this apartment in LA or San Fran, I'm not sure. I just know I was in a dry area of California. I look out the window up the dusty street and look along the other apartments. It was a pleasant day. I look back into my room (devoid of furniture), and I saw this brown/black greyhound roaching (writhing around) on the beige carpet against the wall. I go and look at it, and think to myself "Wait, the only greyhound I ever saw was... I'M DREAMING!!" [ENTER LUCIDITY]
I immediately start thinking of things to do. The first thing that comes to mind was to hop into Baron's Lucid Urth. I've never been able to force a change in setting before, so I considered jumping through a window or something to escape (I believe Baron recommended this?). I found this double-paned window above the door and figured I'd try jumping through it. I smacked it and fell over. I decided I wouldn't try that again tonight.
I scrambled around a little bit more trying to figure out what I should do. I remembered that people had experienced interesting things when looking in a mirror in a dream. I ran to my room and looked into the mirror, knowing that what I see may make me want to wake up. Instead, I saw this ridiculous, practically comical distortion of myself. My neck was a foot long, and my face was smushed around in really strange ways. Totally worth it - 10/10 would look again.
Then I grab my laptop IN THE DREAM and I open up DreamViews to look up what other people saw, and the consensus was that yes, distortions are normal, and there was a collage of pictures of people's distorted faces that didn't quite fit on the screen.

[The dream fragments...]

1) My dream started at a high school football game. It was somewhat drizzly/rainy. I used to be in marching band in HS so of course I'm there with the band. I see Tommy (important real life DC for this night) in front of me and ask him if he is still dating Sarah. He says yes. I also saw my friend Tony. We were going to play the fight song when the other team's BAND came out (lol??), but they came out from somewhere unexpected and the drum major (real life ex-bf) messed up the fight song. Soon, the low brass gathered at the bottom of the stands to play a low brass song. I put together a Clarinet made of mostly broken parts and could hardly play on it. My real life ex was MIA for most of the dream, I assumed making out with the girl drum major. Most of the dream I had a margarita in my hand. My grandparents were there with some food. There wasn't much room in the stands and I couldn't find a place to "fit in", so I was trying to sit on some sort of white, wire shelf not made for people to sit on. The band parents passed out cookies to all of us, either chocolate or vanilla. I was handed a chocolate and asked to trade for vanilla. I dropped my cookie package, and both of my grandparents were too old to bend down and pick it up. One of my uncles walked by and picked it up for me. I didn't have any of the music for the stand tunes we were playing, but could remember the fingerings and notes to about half of one of them. At some point I decide to go inside to the band hall instead of being at the game. A lot of colorguard girls walked by, all with gorgeous done-up hair. I tell a real-life DC Danielle how I wish whoever the best guard girl at hair was, that she would do my hair every morning. I went back outside at some point, but my last memory of this dream was thinking about how congested traffic would be leaving the school.

I woke up from this dream ^ and remembered all of it suddenly after about 30 seconds of being awake. I decided that I wanted to see Tommy again in my next dream because I wanted to make out with him or whatever. I was using the mantra "I remember my dreams" before bed and all night, which combined with taking B6 gave me about 5x the recall I've had the past few nights.

2) In my next dream, I was sitting on my old bed in my parents' house. The room is arranged the way it was when I was VERY young. Suddenly, I get a text from Tommy on my phone. It is something along the lines of "So, Sarah still thinks you're a bad person and is salty about you. But I don't agree with her. Want to hang out? " I think I texted him back a few times maybe, but was having EXTREME difficulty using my phone. Trying to text someone in a dream is quite a funny experience and it was basically impossible.

3) After waking up and going back to sleep a final time, my new dream started in a beach setting. I was on a towel with two guys to my left, and one of my friends to my right. One guy asked, "so, do you have sex with all your ex's?" I said "Tommy isn't my ex we never dated". At one point I realized my bathing suit top had come completely off. I freak out and put it back on, and then the other guy asks for my number. I say yes at first, but then realize he was the one who probably untied my bathing suit so I say no. I suddenly remember that I've never had sex with Tommy, and tell the guys "sorry, I actually lied to you, me and Tommy haven't done anything but I think we're going to very soon". When everyone left the beach, it looked like how people leave cruise ships in movies.

I am so excited about my dreams from last night!!!! Before the whole band/Tommy dreams began, there were 4 other times I woke up and remembered fragmented, less vivid dreams that were actually also related (puppy 5k/dogs). In total I woke up naturally at least 7 times which has always been a gift for me. I wake up after every REM cycle nearly 100% of the time it seems. Since getting back into dreaming this has been my best night of recall! I tried to SILD/FILD after almost every time I woke up but had no success.

Intensive DEILD attempt 2:

Didn't wake up to any alarms last night (there was about 8). I got home late (past 9) and had a really late dinner, so I didn't get to go to bed until 11ish. This screwed up the timing for my alarms. Also I changed my alarm ringtone from rooster to random music on my phone and it isn't loud enough so I'll change it back.

Dream - Superman is Evil
There was quite a bit that happened before the main part I remember, it's a bit hazy though. I recall that Superman had turned evil, like he does in the movie (which I haven't seen, but I've played 'Injustice: Gods Among Us'). I think I can kind of do 'super' things, though I'm extremely weak compared to Superman. There seems to be a dragon that we killed at some point too, it was HUGE. The area we're in is like a lake with forest bordering the sides and a tower outpost in the water 10-20m from the edge. We end up fighting, I have to stop him from controlling the world and make him see his evil ways. There's a lot of dialogue but I can't really remember what we said. Because of the dragon there is tainted blood spilling into the water now, and from the fight the tower has collapsed. I can't fly like Superman so I'm standing on the collapsed tower as it floats on the surface of the water. I pull out a document, this is my secret weapon. It's 3 pages, some sort of deed that owns property maybe? For some reason Superman stops. I've 'won' now I think, like he can't fight me because of what the deed infers - as if it helped awaken him to what he's done but doesn't fully change him. I recall that both of us fall into the water after I expose the documents, I sink really deep into the water. I tuck the documents behind my back under my shirt so he can't take them from me. He's about 1m under the water (probably 15m above me), his arms are crossed and legs tightly together and he's looking at me (it's like he's 'flying' underwater). Gotta say, he looked pretty badass. After successfully hiding the documents without him noticing I started doing breast strokes to get to the surface. I could seriously feel my lungs about to burst from holding my breath for so long. I broke through the surface and gasped for air *AH!*. I look to my left and see a large plastic circular water tank that had come from the tower. It got bumped off and started rolling sideways across the water towards me and Superman. Shit, gotta dodge it. I paddle my way out of the way and so does Superman. It then bounces against the other edge of the tower (the tower kind of collapsed around us and we're surrounded by the debris). The water tank starts rolling back the other way again, we dodge it again. It bounces again against the tower on the opposite side but comes off at a slight angle. It starts rolling back again and we dodge it one last time. I spot the dead head of the giant dragon we killed floating our way, I climb out of the water to avoid it. As I walk across the outposts surface I hear a loud 'BOOM!'. There's suddenly a downpour of dark liquid raining down in the vicinity. What. The. F*ck. Dude. Superman had laser-beamed the dragon head to move it out of his way and it promptly exploded raining blood down all around. We can't touch the water now because it's gone black and sludgy from the taint caused by the dragons blood. I climb onto a log of debris and Superman gets on behind, he propels the craft forward slowly and we float across the water out of the area towards the treeline.

Dream experience: 7 (long, vivid, fantasy, emotion)
Dream awareness: 3 (good recall, good detail, emotion)

Dream 2 - Toys
I remember being at my parents house but it didn't quite look like it. I was playing on the floor with a kid and we had these miniature toys out that had little pieces. At some point they disappear and we're like 'what happened?'. Later on I think my mum and someone else who seemed familiar at the time pointed out to me that I had some kind of thing forming on the right side of my head above my temple. 'Is that some kind of viral infection?', the thought of it grossed me out and I touched it. I pull something out... A toy? It was a little white transparent samurai sword 1cm long that we had lost before. How did it get inside my head? I pull out another thing, it was called a 'log' though it was more like a pipe (0.3cm long) and was part of another toy. Ew. This is gross and weird. I can't recall what happens next.
Note: I actually felt at the time this occurred directly after the last dream but it feels entirely different so I'm listing it as a different dream.

Dream experience: 3 (vivid, emotion)
Dream awareness: 2 (average recall, good detail, emotion)

Sat up for a 5am Wbtb this morning inspired by recent threads about Deild's with great advice - I sat up and quietly in bed and inwardly said my mantra and reminding myself from time to time I am going to teleport

" remember I am dreaming" over and over

I could still feel the sleepiness as I laid back down and knew I would be asleep soon but felt some awarenes too -" knowing "I laid down for a possible Wild/ Dild

Not sure how I got there so Dild ; skating along happy and fast " I know I am dreaming " skating is so much fun jumping up on benches with my skates grinding along like a young expert - exellent!

- after some fun skating about ~ doing huge jumps across big bodies of water and grinds along benches ....wahoo

I attempted a teleport - remembering my goal I closed my eyes to teleport and couldnt open them again... they felt all glued together... then as I squeezed them open and expected the beach scene I felt myself waking up Lucidity going astray .. It was a FA - it was such a memorable experience too though because I was being licked all over my face including my lips which I was trying to squeeze shut by a very happy to see me dog...which I immediately felt was my dog ... I felt pretty yucky with that episode but soon forgave him as one does ones own dog( lucidity was waining now as I don't have a dog in WL

Turns NL where the bed is then covered in about 6 or 7 little dogs jumping around for my attention- how sweet!!! Next my brothers and sisters came in to join us( never met them in waking life tho We all chatted then made food together🌺

Very Enjoyable

Dream 1 - Empire war
There's a war going on in the universe. The good guys (the side I'm on) which are the empire I think, and the bad guys (probably another empire). The place I'm at is the central supply station that has all the resources of our army. The head commander is Morpheus (from The Matrix, he has the coat, glasses, stoic look and everything) and he's guided me through my character creation (what?).
It seems like I designed the skill set my character has, which was leadership and a few fighting skills (I think one was the warhammer, another could have been a 'kick' skill?). I seem to be quite low level though. The supply station is set in a desert area with sand for miles all around. It's a round sandstone building with an open round entrance. It's more like a place enclosed by walls that circle around it. There is a tower-like structure in the centre-back of the station too.
Time skip. It's now sunset, with the sky doused in a mellow orange.
We're still stationed at the supply station and disaster has struck. All the allies who work at the station have turned and stolen all the resources to give to the enemy empire. We've lost everything now, and our army is practically non-existent. There's 3 of us left, me, Morpheus, and another guy.
"I can't even say that's a bad strategic output" I say lightheartedly (what's a strategic output?)
"It's over, they've won." Morpheus looks lost as he says this, I can't believe he would give up despite knowing how hopeless the situation is.
I walk towards him and place my hands on his shoulds, "let me say something to you" *SLAP*. "Don't you dare give up". He flinched a bit from the slap but turned his face to look at me, his cool glasses still in place as if they were glued..
"You'll make a fine commander with your capianry, warhammer and kick skills." he says. I start to tear up, my eyes are leaking. I feel like I'm an actor now, doing some dramatic movie moment.
*swish* I turn my head to the side dramatically (in my head I think 'Wow, I'm a bad actor') and release his shoulder. I walk off to the right and sit down sadly, knowing that I would have to lead the future of our people or something. I think Morpheus said "I will guide you" which seemed to conflict with my idea that he was leaving.
There's no time skip but we're outside the station now. It's crumbling away like loose sand in the wind, slowly dissolving and falling to the ground.

Dream 2 - Diving mask
I remember earlier seeing a person put on a diving mask in a room to show us all how it works. It seemed to be a breathing instructor teaching us how to control our breathing or something. Even though we're using diving gear I got the impression it wasn't to learn how to dive.
Some time later in the night I think this dream came back, though now I was the person who was supposed to put the mask on. The room we were in was small and square with side benches for people to sit on. Around me were a bunch of other students, and in front of us was a woman who was our teacher. She asked me to come forward and test the mask out. I sit down on the floor in front of the class and she placed a diving mask on my head. It was a 'full' mask, that went over my entire head, supposedly used for deep sea diving. I hated it. I actually felt like I could have died O_O. It was so realistic. I felt the air flow into my mouth and then back out, though it didn't feel like 'normal' breathing. It was more like the air was coming from a tank and the air had a certain pressure to it. I also felt water enter the mask. What the heck? I panicked a little bit, there shouldn't be any water in here. I remember from the previous dream that the guy who wore the mask (whom I thought was me) had answered the questions of the teacher. I listened for her talking, I couldn't even see out of this thing properly. Her talking was so muffled I couldn't tell what she was saying so I gave a thumbs up in the direction of a blurry figure moving around. Most of my vision was taken up by the metal of mask, there were 2 glass eye windows to see through but they were dirtied and foggy, you couldn't functionally see with them. I panicked a little more, I couldn't talk so I couldn't ask for help. How the hell do I communicate?? I try some hand movements to infer that I wanted the damn thing taken off me, I couldn't do it myself because it's latched on or something. Aaaa just take it off! It really felt like I was about to have a panic attack and I decided I didn't like this feeling and that I wanted to wake up, so I did.
This dream wasn't even that long (like less than a minute).

Lucid in the ocean
It's the middle of the night. I'm in my bedroom, laying in bed, looking at my phone. My wife is straightening the pillows on the window seat, and we have a brief conversation. I notice light coming from the office and decide to check it out. Now I'm in the office turning off my monitors. Now I'm back in the bedroom walking towards my side of the bed. The floor is remarkably clean of stuff, but my son's inhaler chamber is in the middle of the floor. I pick it up, put it on the dresser, and continue on.

Now I'm standing in the ocean with water up to my mid chest. It's a beautiful day - cloudless, but not too bright. The ocean is a translucent blue and is completely calm. The shore is behind me; I'm looking out towards the horizon. My wife is about 10 feet away to my right. Other groups of people are scattered around. There's maybe 50-100 feet between each group, and the groups go as far as I can see in any direction. I look to my left and see a VERY tall wave heading perpendicular to shore towards us. It's a literal wall of water: each edge is straight, and (I don't know how I know) it's only a few inches thick.

I realize there's no way this is reality. I decide that the oncoming wave will be a portal, and that as I pass through it I'll change form. A couple of seconds later, the wave passes over me and I barely feel it - I'm not pushed around at all. I lean back in the water to expose more of my body check over myself and see that I look a bit different, but not to the degree I'd imagined. Oh well. I see another wave coming and enjoy the sheer ridiculousness of the situation as it again passes over me with no effect. I decide to try something totally different, so I loudly say "Nazrax to Enterprise, Nazrax to Enterprise, one to beam up" and try to imagine the white swirly effect of being in a transporter beam. For a moment I even close my eyes, but then I get scared and open them again. The scene is unchanged. I'm a bit disappointed but glad I didn't lose lucidity with a stupid mistake.

Now I'm further along the beach, still up to my chest in water, and my swim trunks are down around my ankles. I reach down and try to fix them, but I move really really slowly. After a moment I realize I'm instinctively moving slowly to avoid disturbing the dream and realize that A) that's kind of silly but B) maybe it means that my dream and/or lucidity is fading. I remember that my current goal is to remember that my real body is asleep in bed, so I tell myself that my real body is asleep in bed, that everything around me is a creation of my mind. I hold up my hands, look at them (they seem perfectly normal), and tell myself that even these hands are just creations of my mind.

I see a couple near me and realize I know them. I greet Mike, then Nan; then I realize that Nan is actually standing right next to the woman I'd just greeted. I greet her, assuming the first one was her sister, but then I realize that she's the sister and the first one was Nan. I get really confused, then I wake up.


Fragment: I'm with a group of people standing on a grassy field. It goes as far as I can see in any direction. It rolls gently, going up and down gradually and no more than about 5 feet. Thin, bright streams run over it here and there. I have the impression of a lot of yellow, though I don't know what it's from.

I don't remember any of my dreams last night, beyond waking up and reminding myself to remember what I'd just dreamed about.

d'oh.

However, while trying to remember at least a few fragments of it, I somehow dredged up an ancient dream from when I was like... 4 or 5 years old.

I was in a store in the mall with my aunt S. It was a clothing store, think of like Ross's but a much older one... the name escapes me... the chain has mostly faded away. I don't think I've seen one in a long time.

Anyway, I lost my aunt somehow. I'm wandering around through the aisles looking for her, when I see a yellow Mylar balloon with a smiley face on it floating in the middle of the aisle I'm looking down. A balloon is interesting, but I'm looking for my aunt. I continue looking down the aisles. When I turn around again, the balloon is behind me, a few feet away.

As I go through the store looking for my aunt, every time I turn around or look down the aisle, the balloon is there. I start to feel like it's following me. It goes from interesting to weird to unsettling.

I finally find my aunt and complain about the balloon. I can't really articulate what's going on or why it's upsetting me, though. Either way, she either doesn't believe me or doesn't care. Little kids say weird shit all the time, after all.

I follow her out of the store and we meet up with my grandmother and my cousin outside in the main area of the mall. There is a giant yacht in the middle of the mall, just sitting there. It's huge. Not quite the size of an ocean liner, but definitely way too big to just be sitting there in a mall. I recall that the lighting in the mall was very dim, and the ground was very... kind of fake brown marbly. Very "generic mall". The yacht was very white.

I wouldn't quite classify it as a nightmare, but I remember that it was an upsetting dream. At the time that I had it, I still didn't have a firm grasp on the idea that dreams are different from reality, so I spent a while believing that a balloon had really chased me around a store. I didn't like Mylar balloons for quite a while after that.

(If anyone reads this, it's in french, i put this here because i wrote it quickly in my language and wanted a safe place to put it and remember it, if someone wants to read it, it should work with google translate, it's about me on a cruise, going accidentally in a ghost parallel dimension of the ship with evil ancient people stuck in it..)

j'ai pénétré dans une dimension parallèle du bateau, c'était une dimension fantome, de temps où un jeune homme violent a commis des meurtres (le bateau etait vieux). Beaucoup de filles avaient tombées dans cet univers comme moi au fil du temps (le temps s'arretait dans cette dimension) toutes (je crois) ont restées pris ainsi avec l'esprit vengeur et violent (il etait pris aussi, cetait le premier et cetait lui qui avait mis cette dimension en mourant surement), elles ont donc toutes eu le même effets: elles sont devenues presques folles et extremement violentes, (ce n'était même plus les mêmes). en me promenant dans le bateau (celui de l'époque du jeune homme) jai pu constater la violence des lieux, il y avait un petit garçon d'à peine 10 ans calciné dans un coin, on l'avait brulé vif. il y avait des étagères comme dans les supermarchés, je me suis souvent pogné avec le jeune homme et sa troupe, peut importe comment on lui parlait ou le traitait, il finissait toujours par avoir des excessivités de colère extrement violentes, c'était le plus fort dans cette dimension, il y avait une fille tres violente aussi et tres puissante, la plus puissante, cétait sans doute la premiere a avoir tombé dans la dimension parallèle (donc la plus vieille) elle ne permettait a personne de s'approcher de lui. comme je venais d'arriver et que j'avais encore l'esprit sain, j'était souvent la cible d'attaques violentes et de colère, je me suis battue d'inombrables fois, sans succès, car il ne pouvait y avoir de gagnants, ça ne menait nul part, ils étaient immortels. il m'ont souvent couru après tous ensemble en hurlant, même dans ma cabine (version dans l'ancien temps) le gars m'avait trouvé et avait essayer de me blesser. je me suis cachée a un moment entre les produits dans une étagère, ils sont passés, a ce moment, jai vu stillwell passé, et aller vers un coin dont je n'avait jamais vu, je lai suivie. sa a mené au fond, les murs et les machineries etaient peintes en blanc. peu après, le gars (le mauvais esprit) était déjà a mes trousses, comme c'etait une dimension parallele créé par sa violence et sa mort (donc a lui) il avait senti que je j'étais proche de m'enfuir et de m'en sortir, et il voulait a tout prix m'en empêcher, pour que je sois moi aussi prisonniere dans la tristesse et la violence de son passé. quand jetait rendu proche d'une certaine porte a la fin du couloir que stillwell m'avait mené, je lui demandé quesquil faisait là lui aussi, il a dit qu'a 2 ans il a était tombé dans la dimension et cétait fait tué par le gars, je lui ai demandé comment il a grandi et continuer la vie dans la réalité, il m'a répondu qu'il n'avait pas mangé (la logique est forte ici..) je voyais déjà le gars s'en venir a la course, il voulait absolument m'empêcher de partir, la porte etait ma derniere chance et si je manquait cette seule occasion, je n'en aurait plus jamais, j'allais être damné comme ces filles pour l'éternité dans cette dimension. il allait vite. jai ouvert la porte et c'était ma chambre, avec une autre porte au bout du mur (en fait, le seul moyen de sortir etait de trouver cette porte, vite car plus le temps passait, plus elle disparaissait, et lorsquon l'ouvrait, on se retrouvait dans sa chambre a soi, il fallait franchir la deuxieme porte, si on la franchissait et quon fermait la porte derrière nous, on était sauvé, personne ne pourrait rouvrir cette porte, la dimmension serait scellée a jamais, chaque personne n'avait droit qu'a une seule chance, les filles que j'avais vues étaient coincé dans cet enfer a jamais, on ne pouvait plus rien pour elles, de toute façon cette dimension etait tellement forgé dans la douleur, la tristesse, la violence, la folie, qu'elles n'étaient même plus elles-mêmes, la preuve, elles étaient violentes et elles tuaient comme l'esprit du gars...) jai donc couru vers la deuxième porte et je l'ai refermée a temps. J'étais sauvée...

Non-dream
Non-lucid
Lucid

Set up a DEILD alarm for 1:30, 3:20 and 5:10 last night, trying different alarm tones for each. I found that the 'rooster' sound woke me up but the others didn't. After kind of putting off dedicating effort into DEILD I decided last night that I'd give it a proper try, so when I woke up I actually managed to lie completely still with my eyes closed. I remember reading some advice somewhere that you should focus on a point, so I focused on the centre of my forehead. It kind of felt like meditating in a way. I decided that it was a good enough attempt for the night just knowing that I could do that if I wanted to, then I got up for a WBTB.

Dream 1 - Poison caterpillars
This dream was pretty interesting, I woke to the 3:20 DEILD alarm and tried cementing it to memory which I found a bit easier than I would if I had moved around. I was in a room at night time, my friend John was here too and we seemed to be in a survival kind of scenario. We had to go to sleep for the night so we each had our own floor mattress and bedding. I lay down to go to sleep but at some point in the night a friend from back home called Fraser showed up. He was the guy we were trying to survive against. He placed these caterpillar-worms on us that were tiny at first (~1cm long), but soon grew to be maybe 7cm long. They poison you just by touch and have these alternating purple to green bands along their body. I remember one crawling on me and thinking that the touch of it was stinging. Fraser came in and took the grown up caterpillars, like it was supposed to be every ones goal to get them (like a quest item?). I was pretending to be dead I think so he wouldn't notice I was still alive despite being poisoned.

Dream fragment - anime artist?
I remember a group of people on a sunny day walking down a pathway by the road and they were somehow related to anime/manga. Possibly the artists who make it

Dream 2 - Family guy
I remember having a dream where I think I might have been Bryan from Family Guy. The dream was telling the story of how Stewy and Bryan met and how they came to become a part of the Griffin family. Apparently Stewy was adopted alongside Bryan it seems. I think I (Bryan, who at the time I called Mike because I forgot his actual name) went to a one-off job. I met Stewy there who I seemed to hit it off really well with, we ended up become tight comrades and somehow headed off on a journey together in a car (feels like third person during this so I don't think I'm Bryan anymore). They end up getting adopted into the Griffin family which I find weird because I thought Stewy was born as a Griffin.

FA - I seemed to remember writing 'Stewy and Mike' into my phone so I could recall the dream later, but when I woke up later on and I looked at my phone... there was nothing! Dun dun dun!

Dream 3 - Trippiest Dream Ever
I'm lying in bed in the middle of the night surfing the internet on my phone. It's the first time looking at a screen in a dream where it isn't actually in 'full screen'. I think I come across some music website. Basically it has an artistic anime-style kind of epic drawing. The whole background has this intense vividness to it, which was hued in a surreal purple colour. It has this anime girl that looks like she's jumped forward and reaching out for something with a smile. The art style really impressed me and caught my eye. The website plays music, but for some reason I was too quick to click on the next link and skipped to a new page. Damn. I backspace and head to the previous window. Huh? The background has changed?? It's now a new drawing in the same epic style, a different girl (different clothes, face, haircut, etc) with a different colour hue (possibly orange this time). I refresh the page -- it changes again. Now it's like a steel grey. I think the girl on this one might have had a short fringe with silvery hair. Wow this is all pretty cool, but I really wanted to see the one from the first page. I keep refreshing a couple more times cycling through the art, some of which comes up multiple times. I end up talking to the person who apparently makes it all, the artist herself. I'm not sure how we're communicating, it's like she's communicating through the screen. I'm also sitting at my desk with my laptop in front of me instead of being on my iPhone. I can't remember what we were talking about, possibly about who she is and how she may or may not be the artist? Shit gets crazy as we talk though. Like... absolutely chaotic. She shows me the art on her website and it's no longer static. Some of which is video clips but they flash past my eyes so fast. One clip is from Bakemonogatari (an anime) as a hint, suggesting that she is the artist who draws it (which in my head explains why her art is so amazing). But it just gets so crazy because it's all so vivid and fast, the next part there's an image of an anime girl who mimics the artists words. Her movements come in a strobe-like fashion, the screen flickers rapidly, her face appearing to tilt right while her smile broadens into this insane toothy grin with wide eyes. What the f*ck is going on? Everything is so colourful and vivid with so much change in the lighting. Orange, green, blue, purple, black, white. It's quite beautiful. Next scene she sends me porn which I try to ignore, then realize that it's still open on my browser. I have to close it down manually. I open up a screen which shows all my active apps and try delete it, only to find that there's an endless stream of porn videos open on my phone/laptop. How the hell did this happen?? If someone saw this they'd think I was a pervert. There's just too much and I don't even know what happens but I wake up, realizing that I'm now in my room for real. It was just so realistic though.

On my 20th day of no PMO using the Brainbuddy app. Safe to say that it definitely affected my last dream O_O. My dream recall improved last night too (the 2 nights before my exam yesterday were below my average by quite a bit). From today onwards I have a lot of spare time until I head back to the North Island. I'll be dedicating a lot more time to my dream practices I think from now on (i.e. ADA, DEILD, meditation, + other related stuff like reading ETWOLD)