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I felt a little strange yesterday, I had a few vision like experiences or empathy into my friend. It was like she is with me... next to me, then like I was with her, and then at the night...
When I was going to sleep I started as usual my exercises for relaxation and concentration. I had flashes of being elsewhere similar to short lucid dreams. Flash and I was laying somewhere else, different room. My body felt funny. Then flash and I was back in my bed relaxing my body and concentrating my mind as if there was not an experience. Then again flash and I was laying elsewhere again. My body felt funny. As if my chest was heavier as usual, my breathing was faster, different... Flash and I was back at home again, relaxing deeper and deeper. Flash and I was again elsewhere. That weight on chest were breasts. I felt nipples as I was breathing, that nipples were lightly rubbing against material "my" body was covered with, as I took the breaths... it was slightly disturbing as they were much larger and more sensitive then I'm used to. I wanted to touch them but "my" body was not responsive. I concentrated on movement of "my" limb, but there was flash and I was again at my home. My body was very heavy, but it was not separation time yet. So I continued with concentration and relaxation... Flash and I was again elsewhere. I was levitating above my friend. I saw her face from about 30cm distance, quiet and relaxed in her sleep. It was dark... But I saw things like they had their own albeit dim light. I felt THE PULL to her, but there was again flash and I was back home in my bed. My own body was deeply relaxed, unresponsive in dream paralysis. OK. I felt my second body fully free of my physical body- it was the time:
I stood out of my body similarly like wampires do in older films. From horizontal position to standing position in one move without moving any of my limbs. I was standing about 10cm above ground. It was nearly black dark. Of course, it was night time. But I saw enough. I flew through the doors and downstairs. There was dark too. I flew outside through the nearest wall. I felt no resistance of wall. I contemplated about it a little and then I extended my empathy towards my surrounding. I felt nothing unusual. Street light were shining... Then I felt something, it was like compass feels magnetic field. I felt the pull to my friend. I let my body to be pulled... it was very slow process, but I was in the flow... I observed my surroundings. After maybe 15 minutes I was maybe 3/4 of kilometer from my house, in front of my parents house. To my friend it was about 4.5km left... I felt, I will not have time to fly to her with such low speeds. I contemplated about my position in that world and possibilities. I could take car or motorcycle... then I will be faster. I didn't find my parent's car. I couldn't start the motorcycle. I stood beside motorcycle and contemplated about possible problems. I felt that it is for naught to try to repair it, so I took my way back to my parent's house. I was walking through rooms. I observed. I found nothing of interest, nothing extraordinary. I heard of something like rattling and groaning from basement. So I took my way there. As I was going downstairs in the direction of noise, the darkness was descending and eating the light. Soon I was seeing only slightly glowing filament in lightbulb... And it was drowning in darkness fast. I need the light, I have the light in myself. Everything is shining. I need to learn how to see it- I remembered the VOICE from one of my earlier OBE. I concentrated inside to feel the energy flowing inside... and my chest started to shine in strong golden light. Then I saw myself from outside. Other than my chest, my head was shining also, it was weaker but still strong violet light. The rest of my body emitted moderate sky blue light. Slowly, I saw also my surrounding again... emitting weak greyish light. I felt that it was enough for my needs and I flew towards the noise again. The golden light from my chest bathed the room where sound was originated from... and I saw something like shadow bonded by chains but it was vanishing fast in my light... into nothingness. Nothing was left there for me to observe. I flew outside. I saw that snow fell on the ground in the time I was in house, whole 15 cm of it. It was cold and slippery... And shining with white light into darkness of the night. I felt the pull to my friend, urgent. No time has left. I let myself into pull, trying to fasten my flight, but it didn't function. I had very little of will left, my mind wanted to relax badly. So I let it be and I flew as fast as the pull allowed. After maybe 10 subjective minutes I lost superconsciousnes, I was losing touch with astral reality. The next thing I was aware of was that it is morning. The OBE experience lasted subjectively about 1.5 hours.
It was probably in lower levels of astral dimension.

Entry 3

How long did the dream feel like: Two Days

So I am in this weird underground room, with a bunch of pipes lining the walls. It felt like I was in the underground subways-hot, cramped, stuffy. The room was quite big, like a warehouse. There is about a hundred people, all my age, or around there, working around the room. There was a metal door, that looked quite sealed-something was keeping us isolated from the outside. This is what the door looked like:

There was a pulsing blue light at the top of the door, and a red fire alarm to the right. The people were hustling around. They were working in a giant underground wheat and fruit field, in which I had not noticed until now. My lucidity kicked in, as I found it strange for a wheat field to be underground, in a large but stuffy room. I saw large shelves lined down the giant hall, filled with wooden crates and barrels. I turn back to look at the door and walk closer up to it. It was very small, compared to the enormous underground base. The blue light beeped whenever it blinked. It was like a ticking bomb, ready to explode. Then, all the sudden, the blue light turns red, a laser shooting right through me (which didn't hurt, it just went right through my body), and it pointed to a small hidden button on the concrete wall. I pushed it-oops.
All the sudden the fire alarm turns on, flashing red. A wailing siren echoes through the warehouse. People start running towards me, thanking me and cheering. I was so confused, to why they were cheering for me...I remember one person in particual shouting, You saved us, now w e're free! Open the door!
So, I opened the door. Quickly, the crowd went silent. An eerie feeling clouded over us. Smoke rolled in through the door--I couldn't see out of it. I hear a booming voice from one of the speakers say, "Complete the test."
"What test?" I ask out loud. I start to feel heat trickle towards me through the murky smoke of the small hallway. This was a trap-If I go through this door I will end up right in a fire, I thought to myself. But I had to do it, for some reason.
"RUN!!" A girl screams behind me, ringing through me ears. I felt a malicious presence behind us, so I listened to the girl. I had a feeling the whole group was being chased. I sprinted through the smoke, coughing and hacking, trying to look for an exit. The hallway keeps going on and on. But as soon as I thought that, we end up in another room, this time, it was a barn house. We were in the attic, the worst spot for escaping the fire. For some reason, the attic was decorated as a classroom, with desks lined in rows, pointed towards the teacher's desk. There was someone sitting at the desk, mumbling to herself. She gave off a bad vibe.
A student sitting at one of the desk's raises their hand. (By the way, there were no windows in the barn house, it was quite dark, but there was a redish glow throughout the room)
"Um, excuse me miss?" The student says.
"Don't talk! You don't have the freedom to talk!" The teacher yells at him and pushes a little button on a remote that was at her desk. I turn back to the student and he gets shocked multiple times, and soon passes out. I didn't dare cross the classroom to the other side, but the stairs were on the opposite wall, and the smoke was filling the room up more and more. I was the leader of the group, I had to do what was right. I ran as fast as I could to the stairs. I heard some of the kids getting killed back there, because of...well...anything, really-smoke, hostile people, fire...etc..
We all run down the stairs to the bottom of the barn. I could see the door, it was already opened. My eyes were trying to adjust to the dim light of dawn. I looked around the barn--there was a figure that popped out of the corner, almost scaring me right out of the dream. It looked exactly like the merman from The Cabin In The Woods. Here's a picture reference:

Creepy right? Well, anyways, it started crawling towards the group, and surprisingly, was very fast. I started scrambling towards the door in the dark, tripping on some hay, but quickly getting up again. The group was getting smaller, now only about ten people left. Now I was out through the door. I looked up at the sky--an orangy, purple, yellow sky. There was a storm kicking up, and it was so windy, I could barely hear the voices of the people shrieking in terror. I quickly glanced back to see, not a merman, but a crazy, insane serial killer. He held a chainsaw with one hand, his head tilted down, but his eyes peering at us. He was mumbling to himself as he crept closer and closer to us. By the way, the barn was way behind us, and we were now in the middle of a field (again). I looked forwards and kept on running. An old, creaky swing set appeared in the distance. I run towards it, hoping I could somehow hide there. Finally, we get to the swingset, but the serial killer catches up. I quickly turn my head and close my eyes away from him. He had sawed one of my friend's head. I just could sense it. I heard sniffling in the group, but most of it was fizzled out by the wind and rain of the raging storm.
Suddenly I get a weird flashback in the dream, of that blue ticking light on the metal door--I looked closely at the detail of the door, and realize there was a bomb attached to it. It blows up the entire facility--the base, the barn house. I look back to see the tiny house up in flames, collapsing, and hundreds of wooden planks flying off of the house, into the sky. And the funniest thing happened--right before the serial killer almost got to the rest of the group, a piece of a metal pipe crashed right down on his head, hopefully killing him. I sigh of relief, and look around. The storm had stopped. There were only three people left of the group. The swingset slowly creaked and swayed in the chilly wind. The sky had cleared, showing the sun rising on one of the sides of the meadow. It felt peaceful. Until I turned around to see the swingset and I see the serial had disappeared. I turn back, again to the the sun rise to see him standing right in front of me, grinning, holding the chainsaw that reflected in his wide black eyes.


I wake up.
Soo this was a very random dream that I had, but whatever it was pretty cool.

I had P.F Chang's chicken fried rice for dinner last night and had an especially vivid dream early this morning. I think the meal might have had something to do with it!

Anyway--my dreams. The first I didn't record immediately so a majority of the details are lost to me.

I go to college! But a few close friends are there (no one I know from high school is attending my college) and I’m just beside myself; I’m so glad I’m not alone. I asked them if they had roommates yet. One did, but the other did not. When I go home I tell my mom everything. I’m 200% sure more happened in this dream because I remember dorms and expanses of grass and sunlight but I have no idea how it fits together. I’m very sad about that. Ye that’s it for the first one!

the second one was lovely and felt like it took place over the period of a couple/few days.

They opened a new school right next to my old high school. Because the school is so close students go to both as necessary. It is larger inside than outside. On my first and second days my mom accidentally goes to drop us off in the wrong place so my brother and I have to correct her and go to the right place. It’s dark both mornings. I think one of the mornings we had a fight.
The school is lovely. I lose my schedule the second day but before school there is a lounge of sorts to stay. On the first day I go through my schedule (I think) but on the second day after being in the lounge I have no schedule and forget where my classes are. I share a cookie with some friends in the lounge before going to find my first hour. I think I find it. Second hour not so much. I peek into a few rooms, one is a potions class. Then I decide to just explore.
The school is a square/rectangle with hallways that are built so you can always look over the railing to see the main floor. Soft sunlight comes in windows of open classrooms and windows at the top of the building I never looked up to see. Rooms are built off this hallway. I look in a lot of them but I only remember the art room right now—a smaller room with dark wood floors with a large piece of paper taking up the entire thing nearly. The walls are lined with paint. I end up looking into a large room with a boy in it, and he is suddenly very close. Other students are coming behind me and he tells me softly to just stay still, they won’t see me. He has brown hair with light curls and a thin face. He looks tired. In the dream I think he might be a ghost. The perspective switches to third person at this point and I turn away from the door, shutting it behind me. The boys behind me are surprised but I pay them no mind.
I see that I’m not in my own body. I’m a curvier girl with black curly hair. But I turn to a mirror beside the room and my hair turns red and straight; going back to first person as well. I’m shocked. The mirror does not reflect me correctly, fragmenting me and appearing cloudy grey behind me rather than reflecting the actual background.
There is a time lapse, I think. I’m now on the floor of the ground level beside a girl in a dress spread on the floor. There are a couple others. The girl's hair reminds me of Rapunzel but really looks a little more like me in my waking body. I don’t know what we’re doing to her, but I suddenly feel the need to do a reality check as I feel myself waking up and do, only to have a false awakening. I lose lucidity at this point UnU
I “go back to sleep” to a room in the school where I’m on a couch or a bed, watching two siblings sleep. I’m pretty sure I’m in my waking body again, just in a dream. Someone keeps coming in to put more blankets on them. They are both thin with black hair. The boy’s has a slight turn and the girl’s is a black bob. She’s talking in her sleep about how hot it is and I wonder if the blankets are to blame. He wakes up and we get into a conversation about what he does—ironically, he is a dress designer. I ask where he needs to measure me (across my collarbone?) and try to find a tape measure in my drawer only to find he has his own. I sit in a room in the soft sunlight and he starts measuring me for a dress. We chat a little and the dream ends.

I've never had such a long dream!! It was exciting! I'm pretty mad that my false awakening ruined my lucidity though. How rude.

Micro awakening at 2.30 - recorded dream fell back to sleep quickly intending to wake up again soon for proper wbtb. Woke up at 3.25 didn't feel it was time yet , recorded dream. Woke up 3.55 Went to loo and sat up for 30 mins watching my mind waking up - at 4.30 felt sleepy enough but sluggishness was gone - layed down todo WILD.

Earplugs ect, Relaxed and again + 61 points - felt things changing around while doing 61 points but just went with it knowing I only needed to be aware it didn't matter if I did the 61 points exactly correct at this point, mellowed, vibrations clearer than ever before - now I know what that feels like - noise came and as I was in the middle of it I did my best to just observe - not too exited etc. Dreamlets came in before all that - one where I had a small child I was looking after -

( I am glad I have this to report even if it's not the full )

Mantra was ; I am dreaming - here and now -

Then it all stopped dead and went very quiet... I wondered if I might be in a dream or possibly in the void...wanted to open my eyes but didn't want to wake myself up...my body was all floaty - I thought I might try to roll over to the side to activate dream body. Then I experimented with a little movement and found I was simply awake in bed...

As well as RRC + RC - Trying to remember during daytime to look out for the shapes in corner of my vision etc - the ones you mention in the prep work - looking at Schema...

Ritual: Slept from about 1:45 to 6:15am, woke to record a vivid NLD, decided to turn it into a WBTB and try to get lucid. I wanted to use some light supplements but nothing powerful, only alpha-gpc and bacopa... but after wondering why one of the bacopa capsules I'd just swallowed was white, I realized, oh shit, when traveling recently I had put some galantamine in the same bottle! I had no interest in taking galantamine this morning but now it seemed there was nothing to be done. Then I had an idea: since piracetam counters the more unpleasant effects of galantamine, and since it now frequently acts for me as a lucid trigger on its own, what might happen if I took the two at the same time? It had never occurred to me to try this before.

Writing this up after the experiment, I feel like an alchemist who has just stumbled across the philosopher's stone. Wow. After going back to bed 7am I did some prep before falling asleep and then found myself dreaming lucidly for over an hour, waking at 8:30am, probably my longest stint to date. Then I wrote up everything I could remember, lay back in bed to remember and write down some more, went back to sleep, and found myself in another semilucid that presented itself as building on events from the previous dream (though I'm not convinced it actually was). At 10:30am I woke again, feeling thoroughly surfeited and satisfied with so much dreaming.

DILD, "Three Houses": The dream lasted so long that there was even a point midway through it where I thought to myself, "With everything I've already experienced, how am I ever going to remember all this? There's just no way, especially if I keep going. Should I just wake up?" But the answer came readily, "No way! I want to keep experiencing it, even if I can't remember everything later." There were a number of shifts and transitions that might normally have destabilized the dream and woken me, but I felt confident in my ability to navigate them safely.

Although I don't clearly remember the beginning of the dream, I'm sure it was a DILD because I recall having one of those thought sequences like, "Hey... I think I might be drea—yes, of course I'm dreaming. Duh. I knew that." Experiences like these confirm for me that lucidity goes beyond mere dream awareness (which in itself can be non-lucid, as I've experienced many times) to encompass that awareness of dream awareness, a kind of meta-awareness, that enables agency. Once I had agency, it was on to my tasks. I had two main tasks planned, working on the "intellego" technique from Ars Magica and trying this month's bonus TOTM. I prioritized the latter because it is time sensitive.

Random house: Although I was upstairs in a house when I got lucid, I decided that to do the task properly I should start with a fresh one. I went out to the balcony, which looked out over some tall pines bordering the backyard, and easily levitated into the air. I was floating over a residential neighborhood with numerous houses to choose from, so I tried to let instinct guide me. Although the outside of the house I picked didn't inspire any sense of connection—it was an ordinary two-story suburban home in blue-grey clapboard—I figured I should look inside.

My first distinct impression was how heavy the front door was, one of those old ones made of solid wood. I had to manually lock it behind me and the bolt was hard to turn, though even at the time this struck me as mere DR, since the sensation of forcing the bolt was identical to what I have to do currently with my patio gate in WL. After entering, I found myself in a short plain white hallway, and started wandering through and trying various doors.

Although my intention had been to find house that represented me, and I even muttered something to this effect aloud a few times as I wandered through this one, I still didn't feel any connection with this place. All the rooms on the ground floor were vacant and a bit dirty, as though someone had moved out in a hurry. I wondered if I was seeing an empty house because I've never actually owned a house of my own in WL, having always rented, so I never had experienced a house that truly did represent me. I opened one door and it led into an enclosed porch or sunroom, also empty. I went back inside and found an interior room with no windows. I thought that if I did live here, this would be a great place to build bookshelves, something I've always wanted to do if I had a house of my own. This house, however, didn't look like a place would ever really want to live, much less a place could represent me in any meaningful way.

I was annoyed with how empty and uninteresting the ground floor was, so as I went upstairs I reinforced my intention for the house to represent me. At the top of the stairs were two rooms, and these were cluttered with scattered boxes of junk. Might this represent a cluttered state of mind? I looked around at the seemingly random stuff, but once again I felt no connection with it. There were big boxes crammed with vinyl record albums... but I've never owned any vinyl, having grown up in the era of cassettes and then CDs. There was a smaller box containing smaller records, and I tried to remember what that format was called. "Eight-tracks" was what I came up with—clearly I didn't have full access to WL memory, because I'm well aware that eight tracks are those big chunky early cassettes, and only after waking did I remember that the miniature records are properly called "singles." I've never owned any of those either. When I saw that another box on the floor contained an open bag of what appeared to be maxipads, I started to get annoyed. This is just random junk! Sure, I'm a woman, I occasionally use maxipads, but I really don't think they have any special meaning for me... apparently the dream is not cooperating with my intention. That part, at least, is nothing new. My dreamstate has never been entirely cooperative.

I went back downstairs and out through a garage. It was mostly empty, but there was a chest of drawers there, where I began to try out my second task. "Intellego," I said, touching the wood (I wasn't sure if the Form should be "Corpus," so I left it blank.) All I could read from the chest of drawers was a vague impression of the craftsman's hands, and a feeling that it might have been made in India. That made sense, I figured... how much information could I expect out of furniture, anyway?

I went outside and looked up into the sky. It was full of fluffy, almost cartoonish clouds. "Intellego auram!" I shouted. I got no response, even when I repeated the command several times and focused specifically on the wind. Well, what did I expect to learn from the sky? The current strength and pattern of wind currents? What possible meaning could that have for me? I suppose it was a failure of imagination, but "intellego auram" produced no impressions at all.

Aspirational house: I wasn't happy with my first house attempt, but figured I should try again. I tried to find a house that looked more like something I would actually want to live in. Stone walls, of course, something old and solid and dignified. I "located" such a house but it felt a bit fake, like I was forcing the issue, maybe even creating an overlay of what I wanted to see over what was actually there. I tried to remind myself this is dream, nothing is "actually" there, and went through the front door.

This front door was also pleasingly solid and heavy, and it latched shut on its own, a big improvement over the last one. I found myself in a little coatroom or antechamber, and from there passed through another door into a spacious kitchen. As I walked in I was still determined for this to be the house I was hoping for, so at first I felt like my impressions were driven more by imagination than dream. But after a moment dream took over, and my vague wishes solidified into a magnificent kitchen. It was long and narrow, and over to my right I had the impression of a stove range where a woman was cooking. To my left was the food storage area, consisting of a large refrigerator, floor-to-ceiling stainless steel doors that turned out to be the cupboards for dry goods, and the glass doors of a built-in freezer that also occupied a whole section of the wall. Although I had created the basic structures through my own deliberate imagining, as I now opened the doors and peeked at the contents, I was satisfied that dream had followed through and spontaneously filled in the details. When I opened the door of the refrigerator, there was even a beautifully frosted white cake, and although I thought I heard the woman across the room warning me not to touch it, I couldn't resist lifting up a corner of the plastic cover and using my finger to swipe a bit of the frosting. The vivid taste made me glad of my mischief... just like real buttercream!

I don't remember the other rooms of this house as clearly as the kitchen, though in contrast the last house it was furnished and even peopled. Upstairs I ran into a guy with a beard and mustache and decided to work on my ongoing attempt to summon game characters. I wondered if it would work better if I started with a character I had less interest in, so that I'd be less concerned about "getting it right." Last night in DA:I I had some conversation scenes with Blackwall in which I basically friendzoned him, so I tried to transform this DC into him by visualizing the scene I remembered. The voice was easier than the face; it wasn't a complete success but not a complete failure either. Unexpectedly I ended up kissing the DC (which was not in the original scene), and it was at this point that he seemed most like the game character, though I didn't take our interactions any further.

In further exploring the upstairs of this house, I opened a closet door and found myself in—I'm not sure what to call it, maybe "the labyrinth," a kind of claustrophobic dream space that perpetually replicates itself. In the past I've experienced it when I've portaled and accidentally found myself trapped in a seemingly endless series of tiny doorless rooms. This time it wasn't even rooms, just a texture like pebbly pastel-colored styrofoam that was pressing in on all sides. Wherever I pushed through in any direction, I found myself in another identical space. I even "airlifted," a technique of rising vertically that usually extricates me from unpleasant or threatening situations, but was still stuck in the labyrinth. In the past, the only way I've gotten out was to wake up, but this time I was determined to keep cool and persevere. Sure enough, eventually the sense of claustrophobia receded and I found myself in a new scene. Maybe the labyrinth is no more than a virtual rendering of unconstructed dream space.

I was now outdoors on a street far too narrow for cars, and cobbled. It was pleasingly archaic, and I wondered if I could work on the DA:I theme some more. The only distraction was the brightly colored balloons that were attached everywhere for some reason... a festival? At the end of the street I climbed a steep staircase to the second floor of an unpainted wooden building, and on an inspiration, I thought, "When I turn the corner, I want to see my dream lover." (I've been thinking it over in WL, and decided that I might prefer this over a mere "guide." But my DCs have been so inconsistent that to date I've identified neither.)

I turned the corner and... sitting in a rocking chair was a drab, ugly old woman. (I already mentioned how perverse my subconscious can be.) I didn't want to be rude, so I approached her with questions. At my wondering why she appeared in this form, she answered, "We take different appearances." I had the feeling that the "we" included both of us. Although I was not attracted to her in this form, I thought there was something familiar in her eyes, so I kissed her anyway. Around this time another DA:I character, Sera, came climbing up a rope onto the balcony of the room, and I thought perhaps the dream was suggesting that we take a stand for lesbian love. I was up for this, so I yelled at the young man pursuing Sera up the rope that he had better climb down as quickly as he could, if he hoped to stand a chance of surviving when I cut it. I pulled out my knife and let the taut rope brush against the sharp blade, severing some of the strands to show my threat was serious. The man started climbing down again, but the rope was not as durable as I thought, and my knife hadn't cut through more than a third of its width before the rest of it broke and unraveled, dropping him to the street. I peered down anxiously but was relieved to see him stand up again, apparently unharmed. "Sorry!" I shouted, and genuinely meant it.

Things only got weirder from here, and at the point where the jockey told me, "They should tape our warm hands to the wheel," and I was going over this line trying to make sure I would remember it, I started to wonder if I should wake myself up. Hell no, I decided. So there were more things I don't remember clearly, and I'm not sure how I found myself in my old house.

Old house: I was in the house where I lived from the age of ten until I left for college. This was so far into the dream that I can't be sure if it was another attempt at the TOTM that brought me here, but once I found myself in the house, it definitely felt relevant to the task... of all the places I've lived in my life, this was the one I felt the most connection to, and it lives very intact in my memory. I floated through it like a disembodied spirit, mostly impressed by the accuracy of what I saw. But there was something drab and empty about it, too, perhaps because I was aware that everything I was saw no longer existed: the house was sold shortly after I finished college, so although it still stands, it is no longer the home I remember.

I started in my bedroom, floated through the upstairs playroom I shared with my brother, drifted down the stairs, and then made a circuit through the dining room, into the parlor, through the closet that connected the parlor to my parents' bedroom, and through the adjoining bathroom. Everything looked ordinary and intact until this point, when I saw the first oddity: a white enamel woodburning stove, a kitchen model, was in the bathtub for some reason. I continued floating into the kitchen, where we did have such a woodstove—original to the house—though the real one was black cast iron and much too large to fit in any tub. I concluded my tour in the living room, having made a complete circuit of everything but my brother's room, the pantry, and the workroom.

There was something festive about the decoration of the living room, perhaps because of the many wonderful Christmases we had enjoyed there, and another oddity: a giant pair of elk horns, which when I looked closer appeared to be attached to an actual elk, although it was standing as still as a statue. I assumed the elk horns were DR, since I had recently been impressed by pictures of the giant Irish elk, an extinct species (neither specifically Irish nor actually an elk, to be pedantic) that sported massive antlers. It reminded me of the elk that Thranduil rode, and my earlier successes inspired me to attempt another thematic summoning. I clambered on the back of the giant elk and rode it outside (conveniently ignoring the fact that there is no way its antlers would have fit through the the ordinary-sized door that led outside from the living room.)



Outside it was winter, everything covered in snow, and I found myself in a hilly landscape with no connection to my old yard. I focused on finding Thranduil and saw him up ahead on his own elk, actively battling a pack of large winter wolves. He was alone and I feared that if I did not intervene I would lose the chance to talk to him, so I charged ahead using fire magic to clear the pack. When the battle was done and we stood alone again, surrounded by the fallen wolves, he gave me an imperious look and said coldly, "No Lothian tickets will be given to see me." Although I wasn't sure what he meant by "Lothian" (or why I feel like it should be capitalized), I had the impression that he was telling me that he was not someone to be summoned at whim by a mere dreamer. So I changed tactics, presenting myself as his sister. According to the lore I don't even think he has a sister, but it worked.

"So, our father in the middle of a storm brought anzu fruits for our hunters," I informed him, pointing to a cache of green and orange spheres buried under a patch of ice. Thranduil accepted my new identity and greeted me with a prim brotherly kiss, to which I responded with somewhat more than sisterly affection, though I tried not to go full Lannister on him. It was here that I awoke at last, delighted to have finally made some progress in the character summonings that, to date, I have found the most difficult type of tasks.

Journal entry: 6:30 am
Mantra: I will remember my Lucid dream tonight.

I was stood on my balcony the sun had gone down so all I could see was lit up by the street lights. I heard some talking so I lent over to see what was below, there she was but how? I was sure I saw her before somewhere else so it occurred to me "am I dreaming?", my head lowered to look at my hands they where long and boney with a couple of extra fingers...

My vision had turned completely black, but I was still repeating to myself "I am dreaming" so I tried to open my eyes hoping that I wasn't in my bed. The train station was a pleasant sight, people where all around me so I walked up to a gentlemen sat on a bench and placed my hand on his back then walked around to see his face I took a seat and asked "how can I keep coming here every night?" His reply was sudden and blunt "it requires inner focus". This was the first time I've ever spoken to a dream character while lucid.

Before the dream escaped me I wanted to fly so I walked over to the other platform bent my knees and jumped into the air but instead of falling back down I kept on going up. I flew over several buildings and even saw someone else up in the air but he had less control. I landed and was about to walk around a corner...

Entry 2, btw this dream might be a little religious for some people (idk if that's good or bad)

I am laying down in a soft, bright open, grassy meadow. It's peaceful. Tranquil. I stare into the crisp, clear blue sky. No cloud to be seen. As I lay in the grass, I spot something shining in the sky. It's getting bigger and bigger. It's also very bright. The thing turns into a figure, as it gets closer to Earth. Somehow, I manage to "zoom in" to see the figure better. It's a beautiful, stunning angel -- her long wavy blonde hair was blowing in the wind, her glistening aqua eyes were looking straight at me. ( face to face). She is holding a beautiful ( i'm going to say beautiful a bunch of times in this dream) shining, silver sword, with two golden handles at the bottom. There were silver wings on those handles. ( It looked like the caduceus medical sword ) She was holding the sword right in the middle of her face. She was whispering words but I could only see her lips moving. Then after saying what she needed to say, she shouts out a word or sound quite loudly (I have no idea what language it was in ) and and a bell sound rings around me. The angel quickly rose the sword up into the bright blue sky, and a bright luminous white light reflected off of the sword and into my eyes. I was literally blinded, because when I woke up quickly from the dream, I opened my eyes to see I couldn't see anything for a minute. The noises from the visitation still rung through me for a few more seconds. It felt so real, but I felt as if I was only spectating the dream.

Woke up for wbtb at 3,30am after about 5 hours sleep - tried to sit up to record dream - recorded it and fell asleep till 4.30 - went to loo and moved around a little, Sat quietly for awhile watching myself slowly loose the groggyness i was in before - this took about 20 mins.

lay back down to Wild - put ear plugs in and face mask on - placed cushions and Relaxed and relaxed and some more - stuff came and went - thought it might be over at one point but then i was Surging towards a colourfull point in my vision slightly ahead ... The closer i got the clearer and the beautifull and huge Buddhist Temple looked ; all colourfull and bright - i recognised it - a Place i like to go - [I Wondered for a moment if i would make it all the way this time - How wonderfull to get inside this amazing Temple in my dreams - I woke up - Felt good and told myself i am getting there

Used mantra " I am dreaming - here and now"

There was an improvement on time laying still too as it happened after only an hour - i tried to lay still for a little while after in case i might do my first Deild with awareness but was too awake - but i am looking out for those "dream has ended Moments now"

For the record, it was painful to wake up and realize this was only a dream. I have not actually seen a real living orca yet sadly

I was in the back seat of a white Chevy Suburban with my step-grandfather driving and step dad in the passenger seat. we were driving at night over a bridge over the ocean in a coastal region, perhaps florida, when I look out over the water and see a pod of Killer Whale (Orcinus orca) coming up for air, swimming along the bridge. I immediately got excited and shouted "Look there are Orcas swimming" or something along those lines. I then repeatedly and seriously told the driver "stop the car" "stop the car" and he started to slow down but never stopped, so I ended up opening the door while we were still moving and hopped out. I stumbled across the ground a short distance before running over to the side of the bridge. I laid down on the bridge and looked into the dark water.

A curious orca calf surfaced to see what I was. I reached down for it trying to pet it, positioning myself closer to the water until i strained to far and fell off the bridge into the water with it. I touched it, but I had to get myself up right after my fall. I searched the water for a while around where i fell and could not see the orcas much. I swam over to a small sandy island, about 50 feet or so in diameter, so it was small. It had a lone palm tree leaning down over the sand and a small sand dune. I was in a bay area, with houses above sea walls around the waters of the island. It was now mid day suddenly. The orca swam around the water and the biggest one came onto the sandy island about half way. I approached it and it made a hissing noise at me, followed by showing me it's teeth. I was a bit startled and I stumbled backwards and fell on the sand about 3 feet away where he stared me down for a period of time presenting his teeth as if to warn me. Neither of us moved for a good 30 seconds. I felt a bit scared and surprised. I finally had the courage to stand back up and walk back. It swam off around the island before eventually coming back on the island under the palm tree and just relaxed. I stood there and watched it for a moment, observing the orca before walking up to it and touching its tail. It seemed surprised and worked its way back into the water quickly. It swam around the island once more. I stood on the small island and simply watched it swim by. It came back onto land this time about halfway looking at me with a weary look, as if trying to tell me it needed help. I thought it was probably hungry and decided to find food for it. when I got back into the water everything turned dark again and I quickly found some sort of prey, maybe a stingray. I took a small spear about the size of a knife and jabbed into it, bringing out of the water and back to the island. It was day again on land. I walked over to the orca, took the ray off the knife, and placed it in the orcas mouth. I was finally able to stand next to it and pet it. It now trusted me more and I could feel it. I then woke up

The orca had a pattern that was not a normal pattern. I also do not know what gender it was, but its tall dorsal fin suggests it was a male. It had a white mosaic looking pattern on its tall dorsal fin and some white tribal art work "dash" line around its eye. everything else seemed correct though.

Side notes for viewers:
Orcas around the U.S. west coast and New Zealand coasts are low in numbers. With about 80 Souther Resident Killer Whales(SRKW) on the U.S. west coast and less than 200 around New Zealand. There are other groups in danger as well. They are an endangered species. The Southern Resident population took a major blow back in the 70's where seaworld and other marine parks hired divers and boaters to capture and take away orca calfs from their family right in front of them. 45 captured and at least 13 were killed in the process. These sentient and highly intelligent animals have very strong social and family bonds. of the 45 captured from the southern residents, only one is still alive. Lolita at Seaquarium, forced to work multiple shows a day in a small tank with no cover from the sun.

(first and foremost, let me tell you that English isn't my native language so at times it might get hard to understand what I'm saying and for that I apologize)

I had a few dreams tonight, I can remember pieces of two, but I had a SUPER VIVID one that I decided to share.

I'm walking on these tall, huge wooden catwalks. I can see houses and the street below me and I instantly know that the streets aren't safe. Zombies. Of course. It's a freaking zombie apocalypse. I’m oddly calm, and I can see other people going about their business. One section of the catwalks start shaking and people start panicking. Zombies are attacking.

I manage to run away as I see a couple of the sections crashing down. It pisses me off to no end. I can’t stand zombies ruining our lives anymore. I walk back to the settlement. Which is basically a group of humans living in the ruins of an old suburban house.

(It kind of looks like one of the on torn down houses from that suburban area in the game “The Last of Us”.)

My sister asks me what happened and I tell her sections 7 and 8 (or maybe it was 6 and 7? I know one them was 7!) are gone. I ask about our parents and she tells me they are out looking for food. It seemed like something people did regularly.

I see 3 guys armed to the teeth. One of them is Marcelo, a dude I went to school with (I haven’t talked to him in almost 20 years), then there’s an old college buddy Danny and the third guy I can’t remember who it was. They all looked bad ass each had an assault rifle, military fatigues, bullet proof vest.

They were going to go zombie hunting. Since I was super pissed I decided to go as well. Apparently, I used to run with those guys back in the day. I wasn’t as bad ass as they were, but I was good with a camera and I used to film our adventures.

So I got my helmet camera, and my 9MM. I was super pissed I couldn’t find my Mossberg 500 (it’s a shotgun), Marcelo is super upset that I lost the shotgun that HE GAVE ME. I figured one of the people took with them when they went out to look for food. I see an old shitty rifle and for some reason I decide not to take it with me. I’m embarrassed by it. (WHAT THE HECK, BRAIN?! A SHITTY RIFLE IS BETTER THAN NO RIFLE AT ALL!)

My sister begs me not to go. She’s afraid something bad might happen to me, but I’m still angry. I want to kill some zombies to get back at them. So we walk out of the settlement and into another abandoned house. We see a group of zombies. Marcelo fires a shot, to get their attention.

Suddenly there’s LOADS of zombies coming to the house and I only have a goddamn 9mm. I’m shooting like a motherf- and I’m actually hitting them. Nothing happens, though. The zombies don’t die. They manage to get into the house. Danny is gone. Unidentified Dude is gone. Marcelo is like “WHACK THEM IN THE HEAD WITH YOUR GUN!” (I mean, sure if shooting them in the head wasn’t working, that’d definitely do the trick).

Zombie dog tries to attack me and I’m kicking it away. Whacking a Zombie in the head. I know I’m going to die. I think back to my sister telling me not to go. She was right. I should’ve stayed at the settlement. That’s when I wake up.

The funniest thing about this dream is that, I used to play this videogame called "War Z" (later renamed "Infestation") with a group of friends. It's set in a zombie apocalypse, of course. While the game was a LOT of fun, and while we DID have a blast, we sucked nuts at it. We were constantly being killed either by other players or by hordes of zombies. This dream made me think of those gaming sessions. I wonder if it was because I played FIFA with one of them last night... hmm...

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Hey

Not sure why but been in a slow period with LDing - Funny to say it tho as am a begginner anyway! Iam doing the RRC ( not with a reminder tho) + RC of looking at hands and then some visualisation of me getting Lucid - I got a bit down I think coz I coulnt get the tree totm and put alot of effort in - but maybe its just still too advanced for me and I probly need to keep it more simple just now. Flying was pretty easy and breathing under water so i am trying to think of another elemental one - maybe walk through a huge fire? any ideas for me at total beginning level?

I had some first snipits - 2 tiny LD this morning - I am reading and keeping inmind the 3rd lesson of Sageous - "Practice nurturing Scemas" - tha tmeans i am watching the H.I and seeing how it develops into shapes etc, right?

It has been interesting - this morning the H.I was looking like the fur of an animal at one point ... then later the LD Was about me looking at a fury little animals head laying on the ground, then i saw another just like it - then I saw the full animal next to it with its head on- I tried to reach out fo the fury head but my hands were not in sight and my body was maybe not fully in dream world - I woke up...
Had other experience with watching h.i and after quite some time seeing a spark of light passing over a clear spot in a cloudy sky - [I] could see the clear sky and in an instant [I] knew that could have been a moment to say"i am there!" and be wisked off into the dream but the moment passed - interesting tho...

I had a dream that me and a few other children I apparently knew in the dream had die and we were attempting to enter heaven. At first it seemed like a happy dream and I enjoyed it, but it got pretty dark pretty quickly.

Before we tried to enter heaven we had some sort of 'goodbye breakfast or lunch' with a person who I feel has helped us achieve the things the others and I needed in order to enter heaven. There were about 9 others, all looking around 12-13 years old. I myself looked younger: 8 or 9. I couldn’t eat all the food I had on my plate and I apologized in tears for that. It were either tears of happiness or sadness. It would be happy because I felt like soon I'd be able to be happy with my 'friends', but they could also be sad because I felt bad that the person had worked so hard for us and I couldn't even empty my plate.

We each said words of 'goodbye' to the person who 'helped' us and to eachother, firmly believing we'd soon be in heaven, and that soon all our pain would be over (because despite the dream only being like 5 minutes long I somehow knew we had seen some serious sh*t).

When it was supposedly time to go, we all had to use our wings to fly, and obviously everyone was a bit intimidated. One by one we tried, but no one succeeded to even get off the ground, and we panicked.

No matter how we tried, we couldn’t get our wings to work, aside from one person that was. One person turned into a dove, and managed to fly, and we all cheered him on. Only he smacked against something invisible (like a barrier) in the sky and fell down anyways, leaving us to run stunned and worried towards him to see if he was okay.

The dream ended there, and I had a sinking feeling no-one had entered heaven, despite the fact everyone had pure white wings and tried their hardest.

First entry!

I was in a city, but no one was there, just the skyscrapers and cars. I looked up to see the clear, bright blue sky, and then I looked down again to see that the scene has changed. I was in a giant grassy field, with a dark, purple ish overcast sky. It was a little windy, too. There are a lot of teenagers dressed in suits and dresses, almost like they were all going out to prom. There are these small camping huts in which people would sleep in. I felt uneasy around here. I walked around a bit, and funny enough, I saw my two best friends, (Hannah and Maria).
"Oh my god! We were looking all over for you! We finally found you!" Hannah says excitedly.
"Um...where am I, exactly?" I questioned the both of them, looking around the (what my brain was telling me) camp.
"Uh...camp..doh? Anyways...why aren't you dressed up? It's date night! I mean, unless you don't have a date...but that's another story." Maria says to me.
"I didn't know...um.." Then they both take one of my arms and pull me towards a giant tree, bigger than the Empire State Building. It was a large, old oak tree, a beautiful tree. For some reason, it reminded me of a lion. ( Maybe because it was outstanding, literally, and it was so beautiful) There were little circle windows lit with a yellow glow all around the giant tree trunk. There was a massive door at the bottom of the trunk. All around the trunk were mirrors in which the dressed up people were looking at themselves, most of which had a sad or disappointing look on their face.
"Okay, Maria, we can't wait to tell her any longer. Just let me tell her." Hannah looked at Maria, whispering, yet I could still hear her.
"I can hear you, you know." I said, still staring at the beautiful giant tree, which just happened to be standing in the middle of a giant grassy field.
"Okay, listen, this camp is really a trap. I mean, the date night is just a distraction. All of these people are going to turn into slaves if someone doesn't do something about it." Hannah whispers to me. She looks around, eyeing the camp counselors.
"But this is so random...why date night? Why a trap? What's going on?" I had a million questions to ask, even my real brain was confused of why I was having this dream.
"See that mountain?" Maria points behind me, and I turn around. Through the misty grassy field, I spot a big purple mountain, with a myriad of tiny caves in it. There were dark ominous clouds over it, too.
I nod my head yes.
"It holds the answers to every question. The whole reason why we were forced in this camp was because there is a golden medallion at the top of that mountain, in one of the caves. Some rumors say that medallion is like a magic lamp, if you hold it, it can grant wishes. But if we let those counselors get the medallion before we do, they will all make us slaves. Why counselors you ask? I have no freaking idea. Just go with it." Maria says. In my mind I was wondering, how the heck do you know all of this, and the other kids don't?
"I overheard the counselors. Now let's go get that medallion!" Maria says in a hushed voice.
So, I just went with it. We ran away from the strange camp. Ran as fast as we could, but sneakily, so no one will notice. The knee-deep grass tickling out ankles along the long way. Gosh, this meadow was huge. Finally, somehow we made it to the bottom of the mountain. I heard the wind kicking up. I looked up to notice that the sky has turned a dark purple. Lightning flashed through the clouds.
"We need to find a cave. Quickly." Hannah turns to see the counselors running after us, hundreds of them, holding torches and guns. We sneak away through a small opening in the mountain. Suddenly the atmosphere changed-it was quiet. too quiet.
"Where the lever..." Maria feels around the cold, dark stone and finds a small hidden lever. She pulls it forwards, and suddenly a row of torches on the caev walls light on fire, illuminating the shadowed path. I look up to see a camera, looking right back at me. I jump up to the cave ceiling and rip it out of the stone, smashing it with every ounce of strength that I had.
"Wow." Maria laughed. "Okay let's keep moving.''
The scene changes to us, higher up in the mountain, climbing a large winding stone staircase that was built into the mountain. I was holding a lit torch as we crept along.
"Wait, stop. I hear something," Hannah, who was in front of the both of us, ceased in her path. I look at a corner to see a shadow figure pass by the wall.
"Cautious." Hannah adds.
We get to the last step, surprisingly not out of breath. "We made it!" I cheered. As if on cue, the doorway that led to the staircase closed, like a portcullis. We were trapped inside a little cave room.
"Hello." An eerie voice rang around me. I turned around to see a little girl, one that you would see in those cheesy horror movies. She tilted her head like a dog, her long brown hair draping over her shallow face. "Nice seeing you here." Her voice hushed and creepy. Chills ran down my spine. The girl take one step closer to me and looks up at me. I couldn't see her face because it was always blocked by her hair. "Looking for this?" She held up a large, golden medallion. It shined in the flickering light of the torches fire. It was so shiny, I could see a flash of my own reflection. I hear one of my friend quietly gasp behind me. "You can take it." I felt her smile behind her glossy hair. Something whispered in my dream mind, "it's all yours".
"Where did you get that?" My voice wavering.
"Not important. Take it," she took another step closer. Now we were face to face. She looked as if she was getting taller and taller. In fact, she was.
"Maria.....Hannah..." I said, walking backwards. The "little" girl's hair fell back, revealing her face. It wasn't a face. It wasn't really anything at all. In fact...it was nothing. No skin, no eyes, no nothing. Nothing but a literal black void.
"How can you talk.." I whispered. The girl tilted her head the other way and walked closer to me.
"I just can." She was still holding the medallion. "Now." She paused. "Take it NOW!" She screamed into my ears, jumping in my face. She chucks the medallion at me, which, surprisingly hurt a lot. Then she grabs my t-shirt and pushes me to the floor, the void of nothingness, staring into me. I drop my torch, which burns out, making the cave completely pitch black. Maria quickly grabs it and magically lights it again. I looked around to see the girl wasn't there anymore. But my t-shirt was ripped, where her nails tore into it.
"Oh my god, we need to get out of here. Take that medallion and wish us out!"Hannah shouts at me.
"Okay! Okay!"I grab the medallion, which sends a strange sensation through my veins.
"Wait!" I hear, yet again, another voice. This time, it sounded more humanly and comforting. I turn around and see a guy, about my age. He looks quite attractive. But Maria and Hannah disappeared. He walks up to me, face to face. I could practically hear my heart throbbing.
"Um...how..wait...what?" I nervously laughed.
"We need to get out of here. Hey, let me take that medallion. You shouldn't be holding that." He grabs my arm, the one in which I was holding the medallion.
"No, stop. I have no idea who the heck you are. And where did my friends go? Where am I? Why-" then all of the sudden he pushes me against the cave wall and looks deeply into my eyes.
"And this is taking me...where...exactly?" I ask, my breathing shallow. He looks down at my hand and grabs the medallion.
"Hey, give that back! What's wrong with you?!" I yell at him. He holds it up, so I can't reach it.
"This is for your own good, miss." He takes the strange shining medallion and throws is at the rough, cold, stone ground. It shatters. It shatters into a hundred pieces, the sound echoing throughout the cave. He looks back at me, and grins, giving me mixed emotions. He then starts shrinking, morphing into something......the girl.
"Wait...how.." I couldn't manage to speak anymore.
"Hello again." The girl/man....whatever it was...says to me. It looks down at the shattered pieces, then back at me.
"Oops." It says, in an innocent little girl's voice.
"You...little son of a.." I shove the strange thing to the ground, and punch it in the arm.
"That's not helping, Corina. ( my real name )" The thing says in my dream mind.
"How do you know my name?" I stop and look down at it's blank, dark face/void.
"Deceptions are after you, Corina. Distractions won't help the problem. Don't let them get to you." It manages to pick up a shard of the golden medallion (even through I pinned it to the ground) and flashes in my face. I see the camp that I was just at shine into the gold. The thing takes another shard of gold and flashes it in my face. This time, the strange man appeared.
"Sometimes the unknown is not bad." The thing cups it's pale, freezing hands over my eyes. I somehow "open" my eyes again and look around my surroundings. I was in the city again, this time, with Maria and Hannah, and there were other people around us too.

I was walking into a weird building with possibly "The People" (Kind of like Spirit Guides), and my family. We were putting together the stage. After this we were just suddenly acting. Brady was yelling at me as part of the play, suddenly people told me it was my part. So I decided to fight back as part of the play, I was jumping backward a lot and swung around. I was acting and had to pretend to be drunk. I jumped back again and fell into the crowd, that happened a few times. My grandfather told that I was jumping too far. I tried to control it but I couldnt. So I just told them it was my sensory dissorder.