memorable

Notes:
- I got triggered all because of my bear dream sign. I realize that sounds really spiritual and stuff but it's not; I only see bears in my dreams and I just know to recognise it now. They also come with a certain emotion, a fear of something far away that's coming for you.
- The RC was so pathetic... I think I'm going to stick with the "focusing" RC, where I observe the world and take in every detail.

[Plot 1 begins]
One of the cats and the dog were loose on the porch, and something told me to go get them. So I open up the porch door and see my dad out there. He looks off up into the hills behind me house and says, "There's a bear up there".

I swear, at that moment the sky got darker. I get the same kind of feeling from a dream bear that a Dementor from harry Potter would. Same deal, same fear that something is coming for you, and that it will get you.

At this moment, I step outside and grab the dog and the cat and bring them in. I close the door hurriedly, but the other cats had escaped while I was grabbing the others. I freak out; I know that the bear is close, and so I step out to get the cats when I realized, "Hey... could this be a dream?" I looked at my hands and got this really ridiculous FOV effect, and my fingers were all stuck together like a 90's video game. BUT I DIDN'T NOTICE. At this moment, I kinda forgot what I was doing in the dream and everything was ok. My dad and I were just hanging out on the porch.

[The dream fragments...]

27.10.2015

Bank Robbery & Potentially Escaping to New Jersey (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

There was a grandiose robbery going on where it seemed more of a series of technical idiosyncrasies that caused it vs. a physical attack. I was an affiliate of someone that was helping me get some gold bars covered in black metal with the monetary value of them. Each one was close to 55k-100k, but I’m not sure about the actual value in terms of $, euro, etc.

Most of the environment is very bland with blue and gray, and the carpet for some areas were a mélange of fainted warm colors dominated by the cool color. I wasn’t able to recall the visage of the individual that was helping me hoard money, but based on how he escaped, he was of Asian descent. He had a short hairstyle, and seemed to be in his 30s.

The more I describe him, the more his visage looks like one with a rough visage. Yes, a slightly spiky hairstyle to him, and a bit of a slanted forehead from the 3/4s angle projected in my mind’s eye.

Anyway, it seems I’m lucid mostly during the end of the operation, and the ending looks like why where everyone is going their separate ways, and moving on to whatever quotidian lifestyle they want to enhance with the wealth that they’ve gathered.

The robbery itself doesn’t seem to be one that causes moments of consternation for most of the dream characters. I was apprehensive on wanting to give some gold for the Asian male that presumably helped me out. I believe I had at least a million dollars in gold, and was willing to give 100k-150k for the male. However, just as I was about to profess to him, he’s already going his own way, which probably implies he has just as much, or more than I do.

I put the gold bar encased with black metal back with the other stack, and now had to devise my own way of getting out. There were two dream characters near me; one to the left, and one to the right. The one to the right seemed like another affiliate because I queried, “Where’s the gun?” and they immediately used the side of their shoe to spin it across the floor to me.
As soon as they did that, they ran away as well, and all that’s left is a random elderly black female wearing a faded purple shirt and some cool colored pants. She’s just casually reading over some documents, and seems to be passive in terms of being aware that there has been an internal bank robbery going on, or she’s feigning her disposition to prevent retaliation from me, and any other individuals.

I was not made privy to the layout of the bank in particular, or maybe I just had a relapse in memory at the time, but the starting point was unfortunately having to utilize her as a shield. However, I didn’t force myself to do this to her, and merely just ducked under the desk she was sitting around. It was a thin black metal desk and chair, and her slightly grandiose weight was a useful way to cover.

Then what happened next completely changed the mood of the dream to where I could take advantage of the moment, and get off scotch-free, I guess. I was in the prone position, and I could barely see the top of someone’s head passing through the small hallway trying to navigate, and potentially shoot anyone that seems suspicious.

That individual looked like one of my managers I used to work, so let’s call him Jess for now (Hispanic one for future reference with black glasses). He seems to notice that someone is near the elderly female, and takes a shot or two, but is only able to make a few fractures to the wall she’s sitting nearby. I immediately declared to him,

“Jess
Jess…it’s me.”

I put my hands up, and his disposition went from earnest to one of enthusiasm. It was the typical long time, no see conversation with a subsequent handshake, and the dream completely influences me to make a complete 180 in my disposition.

Jess started telling me how he shifted his role from retail to more technological aspects, but I’m not able to pick out the exact job position he was talking about. He was wearing a light gray polo shirt and black dress pants, and puts his hands around his hips while his arms are in a sideways V position.

The conversation was short, and I feel that through him, I was able to casually leave the building without anyone feeling suspicious. As I’m walking out, I started to question if this was even a bank robbery at all. I noticed to my right that there’s a female with long curvy black hair that looks like a co-worker of mine. For some odd reason, I feel predisposed towards her as if we’ve been in a relationship with each other in this dream for some reason.

It felt as if those predisposed infatuations and attractions towards her were taking dominion of my preference to just tone my actions down completely. Somehow, the materialistic gain made me more giddy towards her, but I didn’t have the intention to shower her with items. She was wearing a dark navy blue polo shirt that I’m sure she buttoned up with faded blue denim jeans of some sort. I can tell she was wearing her thick black glasses, and I realized how she’s taller than me.

Just as I’m trying to be gregarious with her, as if it’s the only chance I would get, a random Asian Indian male interacts with me. He’s wearing a yellow shirt, light gray pants, and some brown sandals. He looks like he has a clean haircut going on, and looks like someone name Brian from New York that I used to know. He’s asking me if I want to move to New Jersey, and queries how much money I have. I didn’t question why he would suddenly query this after the event that just occurred, and things seemed like a blank canvas in terms of how I could react to this.

For the girl, that I’ll nickname Abbey, she was someone that I wanted to query if she wanted to move in with me to New Jersey. Then, the second dream character that is portrayed looks like my mother that suddenly has the accent of Consuela from Family Guy.

She’s like,

“No….you can’t do that…nooo. Noo.”

She starts to scratch me subtly, which is awkward with the music that was playing when I was thinking of Abbey awhile ago:

I started to move my arm away from her because it was awkward and irritating. My predisposed attractions towards Abbey started to augment, and before I could be gregarious with her, I was quickly thinking on the meaning of having to move to New Jersey when I could stay in Texas instead, and buy a decent house.

I felt that these predispositions would go in vain, and yet, it seemed that I was guided towards her. This mélange of unconscious guidance and emotions made me query why a certain individual in waking life was querying over what my hobbies her, and from a dream interpretation site that I take loosely, utilizing gold in a certain way means I should find a new hobby.

Or in other words, find a hobby that I would be able to synch with Abbey, however, I feel it could just be another co-worker that’s using middlemen to extract things I do for quotidian activities. I wanted to make the decision to move to New Jersey with her, but still was attached to Texas as I like the grandiose feel to it vs. the more compact and economical feel New Jersey had in my previous experiences.

Flustered with figuring out what to do, I figured that the first step was to touch her shoulder instead of trying to calculate everything to declare to her. And just as she’s turning around with a smile on her face, the dream starts getting blurry, and I believe someone wakes me up.

It’s going to be awkward going to work.

+ (f) longer dream poorly recalled, culminating in walking in a large open field in the country (with wife?) what was our property, at the finale: standing and observing a creek and the beginnings of a big bridge (we were building?), a huge chunk of concrete on the far bank and some temporary wooden frame

+ ski slope, no snow, met some skier, I work there? climbing up hills, streams of (chopped wood?) flowing down the hills trying to make progress against these, eventually make it to the top of the hill and file a report on my experience.

+ epic: return to former adult home

At the beginning: long sequence in the back yard of my old home, the new owners are away. I need to finish some yard work? I see my old [deceased] dog? At some point: wandering through the house itself, observing things, [inaccurate], interacting with new owners, putting up some sort of infrastructure.

I'm walking towards the house and catch a glimpse of a nail sticking up out of the ground. I return and look closely and there's an entire irregular patch of 1" - 2" nails sticking (point-side up) up out of the ground, and say "you have to be careful here!"

I notice that there are large piles of our former things that we left here. Lots of little knick-knacks and many other items. I look for a box to pile all the stuff in to. It may just be a mess at our new place but the new owners will probably just toss all this stuff out so I should just take it with me. In a shed in the back yard all of our stuff is piled high. I take something from the pile in the middle of the shed and it is my sons old camping sleeping bag. I unpack it from its stuff sack and look at it: it is a dark-colored, mummy-style down sleeping bag. I think about writing an ad for it "almost new, very clean, only used once or twice." I wonder if it is too small for him now.

I'm facing the house yard to my back in the backyard and I take a few steps towards the house and [semi]get the urge to fly. I wonder if I'll be able to fly, and I try to take off and I do fly. I get a big smile on my face as I soar up over the roof of the house and observe the neighborhood from about 30 feet up in the air. As I'm taking off into the sky I think I see the former owners inside the house, along with former colleague GT [company "3"] who catches a glimpse of me as I take off.

From up in the air I see across the street is a middle-aged woman working in her front yard on concrete. I think about swooping down to her and engaging but decide quickly against it (she's not attractive). I fly around for a bit and return to my "current home" which is right next door to our former home [false].

I return then to the former home in order to continue retrieving our personal belongings from the shed in the back yard. I enter the property on the right side yard of the property. The new owner wife and husband are there. I meet the wife first, she's not very friendly, she approaches and says s.l. "after all this time, you're finally coming to meet us?" I ignore the jab and keep greeting them. Meet the husband. I get this idea and say to him, "when it gets hot in summer, we'll sit out on the veranda and drink tall mugs of beer." The wife says s.l. "you can do that on *your* property."

Workmen are hauling our former belongings out of the hut and piling them on the concrete in the side yard. I see some green and a purple yoga mats. I pull those aside since they are expensive. They're going to take all this stuff away.

I'm walking with the husband in the back yard towards the left side yard. I ask him "do you play racquet sports? Like tennis, racquetball?" He says "racquetball." I say "I haven't played racquetball in a long time. Do you play squash?" [No reply?].

My attention is grabbed by the structure that (I?) had begun constructing in the back yard. At some point there was a workman earlier who had come to work on it, and I see that he has completely finished it. Formerly open, he had closed the entire structure with dark square panels that go all the way up to "the roof" [in the back yard!?] closing it off. I say "whoa, he really finished that thing." I was very surprised since I didn't remember it looking that way the last time I looked at it. Other portions are still open. The new owners gets up and tried to look closely at it. I'm trying to point out a particular feature which is right there in front of his face: "to the right….to the left…it's RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOUR EYE!"

I turn and look back all over the back yard in the left far corner, seeing the entire back yard and the house. The hard is filled with this rough 2-level structure. I wonder what it's for, you could store things in there but it's not a strong structure, being built of what appear to be bamboo poles and filled in with straw. I say "You could store grass clippings here from mowing the lawn?"

Wake up and get concerned about the time. Indeed it's around 5pm now and I still need to get in a full work day, argh!

This happened a while ago but i wanted to post it anyways. I was sleeping in my room when a thunderstorm broke out. For safety reasons I was moved to sleep in the living room a floor lower. I laid on a mattress and fell asleep fast. I was dreaming about me being in a forest at night with some friends walking around on the ground and climbing some trees, idk . The dream was very vivid and i still remember the feeling i had when i walked face first into a spider web.
I had just heard about lucid dreaming at this point and I knew the "hold your nose and breath"-method but also the one about looking at your hands. Suddenly in the dream my friends were nowhere and I was walking down a road still during nighttime. I felt an urge to look at my hand and I did so, only to realize that my hand had like 7 fingers all being kinda blurry and very long. It looked extremely weird and made me panic since it was my first LD. I started running kinda to escape the fear idk. After running for some seconds I woke up. Lying on the mattress in the living room. I was looking around to make sure I was safe and everything looked safe and sound. I was a bit out of breath and wanted to wake my girlfriend lying next to me for some reason. When laying my hand on her shoulder it was STILL looking just as weird as during the lucid dream. I paniced yet again feeling my heart pounding faster and harder. I woke up just after this and looked at my hand first thing, just to find it being normal again.
My first LD experience kinda scared me, but it still drew me in since the experience was so unique from anything i had ever experienced before. I am excited to learn more about this mystical universe

This is the end of part of a longer dream. I am being chased by a large bear. I am trying to run as fast as I can but my limbs feel heavy and un-coordinated. I think perhaps it is the shoes I am wearing but I have no time to take them off. The bear is getting closer and closer...

Before he gets to me I have the perception of what it is going to be like when he reaches me. But part of me still doesn't think that will happen.
And then it does happen - the bear is upon me and I feel his claws sink through my back into my torso, I feel the pain. I don't lose consciousness straight away however as I thought I would, instead, I realise that I am going to remain conscious for a little while longer, and that in the most disturbing reality ever, experience myself being torn apart.

I wake up then and realise that the experience is something that many consciousnesses experience throughout time and that as horrifying as it seems, it is also just an experience

Notes:
- After having my last dream on 10/9 by diving in DEILD-style after a natural awakening around 7am, I figured I should try it again! Since then, I've been much more aware of my natural awakenings, and this dream was a result of doing the same dive-in technique as before.
- This dream was one of the most memorable and vivid I've had in recent times; I kept remembering more and more, and never before have I had this much content in a single dream.

[Plot 1 begins]:
The Music Production club is huge, and lots of people are in it; we've got a lot of really skilled and interested people, and I'm president. It’s the second day, and we’re playing music we like. Lots of trap, house, etc., and I was ready to hit them with some music I actually made, but we ran out of time, so I said “Alright guys! It was great getting to hear what you guys like to listen to; sorry we didn’t have time for introductions. We’ll be doing those next week!” And then I saw my history teacher in the front row, and I asked him what he was doing there, and he told me about how teachers have to observe one club every month. At this moment, I flashed back to a very false memory of him observing 9th grade production club, and he was grading something. I asked him what he was grading, and it was my "letter exam". I’d failed (and been given a 1 out of 6) because I started off by calling it "a text message to a friend", and it went downhill from there.

[Change time; same setting]:
At this time, I also ran the “String Club” or something along those lines. Essentially, it’s about modeling, both digitally and in reality. There were a lot of good submissions, like one of my friends showed his classic graphical fighting robots. Some kid comes in with a video of some guy saying “F you”, which was actually part of a series of stupid videos, all of this white, black-haired clay man saying stupid things. I really wanted to cut him off, but I didn't.

[Plot 1 ends, plot 2 begins; change setting]:
I had to drive from the store to home by myself. I’d gotten all the groceries in one massive bag, and put them in the back of the car. However, I made a couple of wrong turns because I was going too fast on these treacherous downhill roads (that were like brick roads). Mom had to drive in and come get me out.

[Change setting]:
I drove down to the cathedral (pretty much on the commons) and checked it out a little bit. Someone I know comes in riding his heelies and leaps into a corner room for some kind of engineering presentation. My ex-Bio teacher was trying to do a magic trick, and she really screwed it up. “Do you have the cards that match this card?” and she puts down the ace of diamonds. “Yes, I have four of them” and I show her my hand. One of my cards (8 of clubs) was from the wrong deck (this deck was black and gold; the 8 was from a blue bicycle deck). Then she had to start over (I just turned in my cards and left). There was some nearly-bald woman leading a bunch of young spear men into battle somewhere, as apparently the town was under attack. It was no big deal. She respawned with her people a few minutes later.

[Plot 2 ends, plot 3 begins; change setting]:
I was outside of someone’s house (mine?) and grandma (fat, long-haired version of a chem teacher) was doing stuff with her will, and wanted to change the house. The patio looked like “the white house” and there was a sunken pit (much like a stage pit for an orchestra) in front of it, with lawn chairs, etc.

[Change setting]:
I was walking on the highway (outside of my house?) and this guy was holding my hand and not letting go. I didn’t know this guy and I did not like him, so I took out my driver’s license to prove my authenticity . I looked up on the hill, and there were a bunch of massive, sunken in cups in some order in the hills; I connected these with my house for some reason… I think my house might have been up there.

[The dream fragments...]

*I had great increase in dream recall because I abstained from drinking or smoking just before bed. I've also been watching a lot of LOST and Heroes on Netflix so there are some parallels* Dream #1 Dream #2

I was in this apartment complex with Dr. Mohinder Sharesh (heroes). We were running from these men in black who wanted to capture me and study me for my abilities of teleportation, telekinesis and time travel. My brother, who also can time travel, was already a couple years into the future, and he and I were communicating with this magical paper that I could write on and my brother years in the future could read it, and vice versa. He had told me that there had been a terrible virus spread throughout the world and many people were dead. Dr. Sharesh and I began working on an antidote immediately to prepare for this disaster. I began collecting samples and test tubes from this fridge like container for chemicals. I had told him that we need to work fast to prepare. Just then I looked outside to three floors below, men in black were at that moment getting out of their cars. I closed both doors leading to the room we were in from the hallway outside so that we had a bit more time before the men in black had apprehended us. The next few moments played out like a movie...the men in black busted through the door leading to our floor, guns drawn and ready to shoot at any moment. I close my eyes tight just as the break down the doors to our room. The men found only Dr. Sheresh alone in the room as I had time traveled. *Camera pans to the magical paper with my writing saying "I'm coming to you" and my brother's response, "What?"*

The next thing I know I am in the same building, same floor, and I am in the hallway. The carpet was pulled up from the floor, and the walls beginning to crumble apart. I look around and realize that I had traveled years into the future. Just then, my brother comes running around the hall, with a big smile on his face, happy to see me. He takes my hands and says how happy he is to see me. He had a katana strapped to his back. He takes me into the same room I was in from the past, he sits on a couch, his back to the window. I look at him as we talk, and then I look past him to see the destruction of the city skyline. Towers and buildings were destroyed, reduced to nothing but shells of a once great society. I asked my brother if our parents had survived, his eyes welled up as he shook his head and began to cry. My brother then asked me what time I had come from, I looked him in the eye and said, "I think I came from the time when this all started, I think I came from where it began."

I remember being in some sort of school that was holding a big conference or event. There were a lot of people. I remember being somewhat lucid as I mocked certain situations while still adhering to the dream plot. I was in this large girls' bathroom, remembering that I could do pretty much anything, I challenged every other girl in there to fight me. They kind of looked at me weird and didn't do anything at first. I had said something to the effect of "What, you bitches afraid you all can't take me? Come on! I'll let you all at me at once." That peaked their interest as they all started to attack me. Fighting all of them at once was easy. I blocked every kick and punch with ease, landing blows to them as I did. They quickly surrendered and I left the bathroom. I saw floods of people rushing in every hallway.

The dream shifts and I am now looking out onto Lake Michigan witnessing one of the most beautiful sunsets I have ever seen. There are people playing in the lake as the golden orb of our star slowly lowered itself upon the water, a perfect reflection on the surface. I sat watching with school friends, old and new, in these bleacher style seats, almost like an amphitheater. I sat with a friend of mine to my left, a cute girl that I have come to sort of develop a crush on. Next to her on her left sits one of my old friends from high school. I was peaceful, taking in the beautiful scene before me. Then, the cute girl next to me rests her head on my shoulder, and I instinctively put my arm around her waist. The cute girl was also holding the hand of the girl next to her which was my high school friend, but being polyamorous, I wasn't hurt or angry at that situation. Then I had realized something, I had been in another dream just before that, a different dimension with a dire fate. I hopped up and began putting some pieces together. I said to the cute girl "Are you my constant? Are you here to simply comfort me and distract me from my task, so that I may stay in this world and forget the world before?" The girl just hung her head and looked at her feet. I sat right in front of her, put my face next to hers so I could whisper in her ear, "Are you my constant?" to which she said "I can't say". I just nodded my head thinking 'I knew it'. Then I asked, "do you like me, do you love me?" She didn't respond. I just got up, said I was getting lunch and left the scene.

I was back at the music building of my school, practicing my saxophone, and actually playing a scale I had been working on IRL. It was then that I remembered I was getting food.

I woke up

Non-dream
Non-lucid
Lucid

Fragment: Theoretical
My exam period is coming up, so I've spent most of my day studying. As I drift off to sleep, thoughts about what I studied today come to me. It's a highly theoretical subject. I'm not a 100% sure, but it definitely feels like I was dreaming instead of just thinking. I remember being impressed that [..?] knows all of these things and knows how to explain it [my course material]. I don't remember there being any images. Not real sounds either. Just.. thoughts. Something abstract. Fits well with the abstractness of the course material

Dream 1: Washing the laptop
I'm standing in front of a kitchen sink. I'm doing the dishes, except it's my laptop that I'm washing. It looks exactly like it should look. First I'm scared for a moment (my laptop is wet!), but then I quickly start to believe that's totally fine. It's still functioning, it's turned on. It should be turned off while I'm washing it though, for safety reasons.

Dream 2: Languages
I'm with one of my best friends, an Asian guy. He's really into animes, to the point where he has learned a little bit of Japanese from them. I see a couple of books on his bookshelf. One set is about learning Japanese. The other.. I believe Korean. They all look similar, as if they're from the same series of books, but on different languages. I'm quite surprised by the fact that he's learning 2 languages at once. Also by the fact that he's learning Korean. I didn't know he cared for the language.

Dream 3: Amusementpark
I'm with my girlfriend, somewhere outside during the day. The weather is slightly depressing, a bit dark. We're near a station. We're going to take what looks like a subway. I have to help her climb into it, as the entrance is just an opening perhaps a metre of the ground.

We are in the amusementpark, inside a shop or another building. We've decided to stick together with a girl and a guy. Not so sure what's going on right now. We're having fun, that's for sure. I think at one point we decide to rent bicycles.

Dream 4: Wacky village
It's dusk and I'm on the streets of a weird village. There is no electricity. Or any other type of modern convenience it seems. I do see an electric motorcycle driving, which makes me wonder where he gets his electricity from. Perhaps he needs to go out of the village for it. I pass two people who are sitting at a round(?) table on a sidewalk. I ask them a time related question. Something along the lines of how they know that X is open or how they know if it's Sunday if there's no way to tell time. One of them replies that every villager asks themselves if the synagogue is open today. But there is no synagogue here? Yes exactly. I find the whole experience strange and can't make much sense of it.

EDIT: remembered another dream

Dream 5: Bars
I'm hanging out in a bar with a couple of my Dutch friends who I met in Indonesia. Something tells me that we're in Indonesia right now. I talk to the bartender in Dutch or English and this feels odd, because I'm not talking in Indonesian. The bar we are in changes at least 1 one time. At one point I see everything as if I'm watching a video, seeing myself hanging at the bar, with some friends. At the end of the dream I walk away from the bar, and perhaps 5 people make a certain move, all together at the same time, as if they're dancing. One of my friend is sat on a barstool and doesn't join in on the movement. The view sorta zooms in on her face and the way the colours of the disco reflect on it. She is sat perfectly still, staring up into the distance.

I was at home when I got visit from friend whom I know from elementary school. We had spoken about something. I was glad he was visiting me, it is quite long we have seen each other. Then he asked me to visit him at his home and I felt that I should go. So we went there. The surrounding, the nature was very nice, clean... with clean fancy colours. I was able to see cleanly every branch, every leaf on trees... every leaf of grass. Very sharply.
The road got worse and worse. Its edges were crumbling... I traveled in the center of the road, going around patches of holes in it with skill. The road started to be excavated on the edges and the holes started to be deeper. The excavated edges were meters deep. I saw every stone there... every grain of sand, everything clean and sparkling. And the drivable road got narrower and narrower. I saw as the edges were crumbling and falling off when I drove too close to them but there was no possibility to make it different. There was no more possibility to take another road. There was no possibility to go back- the road was crumbling down slowly behind me.
I managed to get to the house of my friend. He was waiting there for me. I went up the slope following him to his house. I saw other close friend of mine. She was standing there on the path side and me when she saw me, she turned her back to me as if she didn't see me... to ignore me. I smiled sadly... And went around her and away wordlessly. She was looking at my back as I was going further away... It looked like she couldn't go away from that place. She was forced somehow to go after us. She looked at us, while I was speaking with other friend... and I was using words with two meanings, whole double meaning sentences... she understood what I was trying to say to her even if she tried to ignore me.
We were alone at the end, she and I. She didn't try to ignore me anymore. I didn't speak anymore. There was no need. There was understanding between us, flow of thoughts, feelings and memories. Two distinct us with shared awareness.

remarks
- it was very vivid dream. Everything was pictured very sharply in it.
- roads were crumbling, only tight way remained before me- I wonder...
- that mind sharing was very spiritual, it is long time here since I felt something like this.

Non-dream
Non-lucid
Lucid

Dream 1: Tiny captives
A girl (my gf?) and I are tiny creatures held captive by a regular sized person I believe. We think he's a real asshole. He keeps us in what looks like a sort of small fridge. We meet another small creature there. We plan our escape. The girl and I go first. I cup my hands and am holding an orange gooyie liquid. Part of our escape. The guy that's keeping us captive (not sure but I think a white guy with a stubble beard and black nerdy plastic glasses) looks at me. I stay still for a moment. He ignores me. Ok on to the next room. We can't manage to continue there. I have to accomplish something on a macbook, but I'm fighting to correctly size the window. In the mean time the guy notices our escape. We have written a letter or something alike on the macbook, which needs to be finished. Remotely, the guy deletes a portion of the 2 page document. I delete a portion of him, hampering his attempt to catch us. Why do we always have bad luck. I open my black backpack. It's filled with a clear block of ice. Not a neatly cut one, but more natural. There are also 2 or 3 pairs of shoes in there. Ours and the basterd. Lets keep those and sell them. Or give them to a homeless person and make a picture.

Dream 2: Taekwondo
I have taught a girl some taekwondo moves. I specifically recall teaching her about backside and frontside kicks. At the end, she has a match. She doesn't implement my techniques perfectly, but it's not bad. Not black belt material though.

Her moves have in actuality not that much to do with taekwondo

Dream 3: Dreadful dreads
I'm with a guy who is having a look at my dreads. He tells me that the person who does my dreads has messed them up real bad. It looks horrible. He tells me I should be selective in who I allow to do my dreads. I tell him I looked for the best back in Indonesia and that my friend recommended that person. He retouches a few dreads at the front, to show me what he can do. Ideally he'd cut them off and start over. He tells me to let him know if I wanna continue with him. We're on the bus. He walks to the front to exit. It's only now that I really have a look at him. A dark skinned guy (reminds me of Alfredo from the serie Elementary) with dreads that are very long, but he's got them in a bundle with a hairtie. My girlfriend is next to me. I tell her I should go to a lot of different guys to ask them to demonstrate their skills. In the end: free dreads!

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» I'm at a trainstation with my girlfriend. Not sure where we're going. The system is unlike any I've ever seen. I have to make sure we take the right train.

Normally I don't analyse my dreams that much, but the dreads and the train seem connected to me. As in having to make a choice about what to do with them. I've been doubting about what to do with them for a while now.

» The setting looks a bit Indonesian. It's daytime and I'm not taking part, I'm just witnessing this as if I'm watching tv. A brown skinned, muscular young guy surprises a bit of an older woman by giving her a hug from behind. This is his preschool and he's come by for a visit, or he ended up here by accident.

Dream 4: Contacts
I'm going through my phone, through my contact list. I'm surprised to see that I have the number of a girl I met in Indonesia, who I didn't talk to that much. I look at her (Whatsapp?) picture. She is wearing skates. It feels like the picture expands 1 or 2 times or changes a bit to give me more info. There's a low wall next to her, with a rail. She grinded the rail and just landed. That's why she is in this weird position so low to the ground. A girl who I don't recognise makes fun of me for looking at the picture. I continue. There's the name of a girl I went out with once. Holy shit she looks amazing. She has a thin black.. Shirt, top? Upperbody covering fabric, let's keep it at that. She's sitting on I think a barstool, holding her hands above her head. It causes her boobs to have a weird shape, cause she is not wearing a bra. But holy shit are they big!

Another lucid last night. Went in and out of full and semi lucidity, but maintained a thread of awareness throughout.

I became lucid while looking in a mirror in a hallway. That is a common thing for me. Mirrors always induce lucidity. They're one of the absolutely fool-proof things for me. The mirror turned out to be in the hallway of one of my home bases, so I started off with the advantage that I was already at least partially anchored. I don't really remember, I think the mirror was near the door to the outside, because I believe that's the door that I opened later on. I should have paid more attention.

Anyway, I immediately tested my suspicion that I was dreaming by attempting to push my arm through the surface of the mirror. There was slight resistance on the surface, and then my arm sank in. The mirror looked like quicksilver as I pushed my arm through it.

Satisfied with the knowledge that I was dreaming, I spent a while playing with my appearance and examining myself in the mirror. I eventually managed to turn myself into more of a caricature of myself than my actual appearance, which I found very entertaining. While I was playing around with my eyes - moving them around, changing the size and shape, etc - I could hear my brother's voice narrating in the background that he at least liked this current character design better than the last (implying that he really didn't like either). I waved it off and kept playing around.

I was really satisfied by my handiwork because I had trouble with this before. I then spent a little bit more time dressing myself up as a sort of elven-looking sorcerer. Just as fun as cosplay, and several hundred dollars cheaper!

After spending some time tweaking my heroic cloak/cape thing (I settled on something asymmetrical and held up on one side by a nice brooch that I own in real life), I decided to meet up with some friends at a tavern.

I opened the door to go outside, and The Blackness happened. Some people call it The Void. Instead of the outdoors or the tavern that I wanted, everything beyond the door was pitch black. I stepped through the door into The Blackness, hoping it would dissipate. Instead, it enveloped me, and everything went dark. I tried vividly imagining my hands and moving them around in front of me. I briefly saw them appear before they faded back into the darkness. Waving them around some more didn't make them reappear.

I decided to try something I have never tried before. Instead of trying to make it go away, I would condense The Darkness into a form where it could no longer impede me.

I held out my hands and tried drawing it into a form in my hands. It didn't work, possibly because I was unable to see my hands.

I then put my hands behind my back and focused on trying to summon it that way. I felt fur and a small warm body. The Darkness disappeared as it was channeled into the form of a cat.

I brought the cat around to the front. It was skinny, with soft shiny black fur and gold eyes. I petted it and set it on the ground, and it ran off.

Now I could see, through the open door, not blackness but the brightly lit inside of the tavern. It had polished wooden floors and brightly burning candles and torches.

I rushed to the booth everybody was sitting in and scooted in. The booths were tall, made of dark stained wood, and seats were made of leather. While we were waiting for our server, I lost the thread of lucidity and the dream faded.

I don't really remember the rest of what I dreamed about that night.

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I'm pleased that I finally solved a long-standing problem and completed a successful completely-controlled scene change. I've felt so stupid about struggling with these basic things after even several years and the ability to WILD with regular success. I'm looking forward to honing my skills further, as this has been a serious road-block for me.

One thing I can say is that my ability to maintain dream stability and my thread of awareness has gotten SIGNIFICANTLY better.

Notes:
- Is it normal to feel skeptical of a lucid dream after you’ve had it? The past couple of times I’ve wondered.
- Is it normal to feel less “awake” once you’ve stabilized a dream? I certainly felt that way this time.

[Fragments, fragnments]

[Change setting; plot 1 begins]:
I’m in this rather huge house (40+ rooms I’d say) and there’s this gala/party going on in the main living space. I’m just wandering around as the dreaming mind does, lookin through all the foodstuffs. I find myself in a supply closet nearby, with microwaves and stuff. Then, I remember that I wanted to try and have a lucid dream.

At this moment, I became aware. I was thinking “OH CRAP HOLY CRAP I’M LUCID IM LUCID YAYYYY” but then I realized that I needed to stabilize, so I just tried focusing on the microwave in front of me, taking in every detail. That really helped a lot.

It came to my mind to use dream control, and I tried spawning someone but I couldn’t do it without starting to wake up. Instead, I decided I’d try to explore the dream world a bit, focusing on everything on the way, since I’m still a newb.

And so I walked into the living/kitchen area. I looked at everything closely: the countertop, the donuts, the snack stand, everything. The donut was especially vivid; I could see all the little bubbles in it and everything. For some reason, there was a bite out of it, and someone had put it back… eww… it was still on the stand (a metal, rotating stand) for anyone to take. I noticed after I woke up that there weren’t any visible DC’s in the dream.

I wander over to this hallway and realize I’m losing lucidity, and immediately start focusing on things to retain it. There’s an elevator, and I decide to take it (I didn't actually touch it or physically go in it though).

[Change setting]:
I’m in my high school chemistry teacher’s room (or at least a permutation of it). I’m in there at my own lab bench, and behind me are two other kids, one of whom I know. Obviously, they’re in detention or something and aren’t taking it seriously. I, on the other hand, was trying to figure a way out of there to continue my lucid adventure, but here I would be trapped for the rest of the dream.
So these kids are just kinda messing around with some water in a dish, and I’m getting impatient. From here on, i think I lost lucidity. My teacher was talking about his lifetime goals, one of which was to get $9000 in a day. <- (I think he mentioned it as his “task of the month” )
The kids were messing around, and I wanted them to pay attention, so I figured I’d shut them up by knocking over their stupid dish into the sink. I do so, then my teacher yells at me, saying "What? You think that's ok? Really? In front of me? What do you think you're doing?" and it was rather laughable really.

[The dream fragments... ]

Non-dream
Non-lucid
Lucid

Dream fragment
I remember some dream about being in my bed, I had woken up and was just pretty pent up from not 'doing the deed' because of the Brainbuddy app. Some stuff happened and I was annoyed because I convinced myself to do it despite knowing I didn't want to. I had watched Rick and Morty season 2 about a week ago which I think had some influence. When Little Rick is around and is like "a teenagers worst enemy is his own mind" or something along those lines - felt like I was under a similar influence.

Yesterday was my first day doing ADA (and some more meditation), I felt like at the end of the day I had some intense mental fatigue. My head ached slightly whenever I brought my attention to focus on the things I was doing instead of slipping into autopilot. I slept pretty well, it didn't take too long to fall asleep (an hour I think, which is really good for me ). I think it was a combined effect of the mental fatigue from ADA and physical fatigue from running... But during the night I just had absolutely horrendous dream recall. My mind was just too exhausted to have the mental capacity needed to recalling a dream.

I decided I'd like to write up a dream from my book when I first started, before I transitioned to posting online.
Dream Journal Book
#1 - Rugby
Throwing around a rugby ball, I think with someone else? - the first dream I ever recorded I've come a long way lol

#2 - First death in a dream / Shapeshifting weretigers

Dream 1 - First death in a dream
I was some kind of official who had acquired some information, and I had some friends who decide to protect me by confessing to my crime for me and taking the blame. They then weren't in the room (I had left before) that I returned to because I had a bucket that had my shoes in it or something... O_O? I left again and went up a flight of metal spiralling stairs. I waited there thinking for a bit and then a high ranking official in a military uniform (kind of reminds me of a Gestapo) walks in and shoots me right in the heart. I can feel the blood warming my chest.. I'm lying on the ground still. The man walks away. I reach around and touch the wound and I'm overwhelmed with disbelief. Some part of me seems to think that everything will be okay though.

Dream 2 - Shapeshifting were-tigers
Shapeshifting were-tigers take over the town in part of a conspiracy. It's a place to use these funny flying things to take over the world (I drew a picture here, it looks like a cross between a manatee and a puffer-fish that is 15 inches long with brown skin and spots on it. It looks really weird). Third-person style dream, it follows a kid who is a were-tiger that is shocked to see so many were-tigers killing the human townsfolk mercilessly. Then the view shifts to a bunch of campers in these large double-decker bus-sized vans, some of which have colour patched up blankets all over them. The main camper-van leader sees what's happening and tells his friends to run and his wife to start the van so she can take the kids and escape.. He plans to be a voluntary scapegoat. Were-tigers approach in a gang-like style, and by this point it has become first person with me as the camper dude standing his ground. I punch the biggest were-tiger straight in the nose and start brawling to divert attention so my family can escape. The boss were-tiger makes a comment to his friend like "Haha you got socked in the face!", to which I add "Yeah he's the biggest so I figured I'd start with him". I seem to realise that I won't live if I continue fighting (since I'm outnumbered and well.. They're were-tigers O_O). I decide to cool it down and hang with them, biding my time. They're apparently cool with this and maybe I earned their respect?

Hi
My gosh this dream i had was really deep,crazy,nice,interesting,thrilling,exciting,wei rd etc.

I first started with 4-5 people going to some place...
was a river if i remember right, and something happened and they got splitted and went along alone, and i had to go from another way to catch them.. i couldnt... i think the country was Israel lol, i really remember this dream somewhere i had it before, so it was like replay of the dream... then i went to some building like a church or whatever it was where i had to enter some doors and go down down to get inside the place where we normally had to be, untill a israel squad caught me and be like what u doin here etc etc i didnt know what to say so i pretend to be just there as a visitor etc and they told me not to go in the doors etc, they started taking showers and what so ever.. after they send me somewhere, they thought i am lost, which i did lol, to some guy in some other place i dont really remember what we did but he helped me u know live for that day, and slowly the dream started changing... started getting crazy lol, it was like i was viewing other's ppl dreams, where some people got stuck into some punishment stuff like they had to participate through some crazy things.... torturements or whatever u call it, then i had to ride a car and win someone lol, then there was this crazy room water room on the bottom
where all people dead and someone was with me i forgot who who went through it and i was following...
so wha happened we went up slowly (the room was really cubic with fancy green/blue color only) energetic room or something and we went to the top which was the end of the building, sounds weird i dont even understand what this was ...
then i dont really remember, i keept waking up and gettin back to sleep to continue the dream, so yeah at the end i remember even being wit hmy mom on some building, and we were talking and on the edge of the building it had that feature (same from that water room) where the gravity holds you up (on the air lol) and we jumped from one building to another and could get to any window we like or at the top of it.... i dont know what happened to those 4-5 people i was with, if i was Lucid i could get there, but i wasnt.. so yeah end of dream was a kind of REPLY of the dream again, just from different perspect of view....

dats it!

a dream i had i few years ago, a very memorable one with an high control level!

12/13/2010


Daytime, i'm in an imaginary town and I spot something covered by the roofs of buildings, a glow emanating a white-red-blue flare...a sort of colored cloud moving...can't see it clearly so I jump getting a good height to see better and I remain in the air; I observe again and I see something similar to a rotating galaxy, composed by clouds in a spiral shape and some bright spheres of red and blue light that follow the slow circular motion of that galaxy-cloud. I extend my arm towards the galaxy, and I can catch it even if it's many light-years far; it's like touching vapor, the more I hold it in my hand, the more consistency it takes, almost like cotton; I throw it in front of me, like i'm launching a frisbee and while it's spinning I make it change its shape with my mind, I subdivide the colors so I create a circle sheet of paper composed of colored patches, same shades of the galaxy: red, white and blue. At this point I remember that in my next lucid dream i'd have shouted so I do it: “ lucid dreeeeeam! “. Then I keep having fun: I take the sheet of paper and I decide I can change everything like I want pointing it in any direction! The town is crowded, but I don't see anyone interesting...so I get an idea: i'm really attracted by asian girls (chinese, japanese, thai, vietnamese..) i've always had a thing for them! I aim the paper at the people to transform them in asian girls, and in a few seconds all the streets are full of pretty almond-eyed girls! I enjoy the view! I notice a beautiful one, I fly towards her and I land close to her, she smiles at me and we walk together while the other girls are slowly vanishing. At this point i'm more than satisfied; some caress and kisses with her and little by little I let myself go loosing lucidity...i continue the dream going around with the girl, we see other people again...then I found myself in a different place, a house where i'm talking about nothing in particular with some relatives and friends...then I wake up.


first scene, where i extend my arm to catch the galaxy-cloud


last scene, where i've transformed all the people in asian girls