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I was returning to work with others to the remote jungle. The whole dream takes place on boats as it was all rivers. Apple pie-preparing. 2 of us sliced the apples but we knew we would not be able to make the pie until the next day as we would have to look through our baggage or obtain supplies to make the pie.

I knew returning would be very, very tough. We were expecting lots of trouble but nothing like what we encountered. Every minute of every day were were been chased by armed gangs who's sole aim was to rob and kill us. I think I had sensed this even before we began.
Suddenly a secondary school teacher I had for 1 or 2 years appeared. She is not something I would ever have thought about and she is someone who I would describe has having a neutral relationship with at school.
She got hit by a stray bullet in the back. I grab her as she was falling. In the dream I instantly recognized a volcano of emotion rising up in me. I proceeded to carry/drag her to a bed. I knew she would be dead in a few minutes. I started to hold on tighter and tighter and tighter to her. She or another person offered to shake hands. I said to myself I'm going to see how hard I can squeeze this person hand. I squeezed very hard but I was unable to squeeze hard enough to break their hand. I was away that I was dreaming and felt the tears well up in my eyes (which were there when I woke up after the dream was over!).
I decided I would like her have her last moments alone so I said 'see you later or see you next time' and tore myself away.
Shortly afterwards spoke to another and we agreed with every once of our being that we had enough running and trying to dodge these gangs. We decided we would proceed in a way that got us as far a way as possible from them.
Suddenly we found ourselves in a remote town. We were on the street and were glad to see the local police chief. He agreed to help use find safe passage. When I turned around there was the leader of the gang. He and his hundreds of followers were dressed in the same uniforms as the police. There was to be a dual which I felt we would not win.

My thoughts/comments.
For 6+ months now I have scarified or given up living by my own free will. Instead I have found a way to connect with my spirit guide and I have been living life by their indications. e.g. what to eat, would it be good to watch such and such a TV program, etc, etc. Recently I have been putting ALL my energy into preparing to 'return' to South America to start a new life i.e. I sense I will leave for a minimum of 2+ years (either travelling or working with medicine plants deep in the jungle). I have been doing this at huge person cost i.e. people would view me as abandoning my daughters which I have effectively done already by following my spirits guides indication not to take up access. And do yo know what ? It feels like the right thing to do. i.e. I viewing this as short term pain (2-5 years away) for long term gain (developing to be the best person I can which in turn will benefit others) , failing to socialize, etc, etc.
If an outside person was to view how advanced my preparations were they would report that I am fully ready.

Lucid #1:

In the earliest part that I can remember, I was walking through a golden field of grass. It was the early morning, the sun was rising and there was a little bit of mist all around. I was searching for a light painted forest to do Jenkees' lucid dare. Some annoying DC kept following me around so I shoved his face into the ground and put him in the handcuff position, then assigned another DC as a security guard to make sure that he stayed there. The security guard DC immediately had a mall cop uniform and nodded at me. I walked down a dirt path and I came to a small group of trees. I tried to illuminate the various plant life with a multicoloured glow. It wasn't working very well and there were only maybe 8 trees so I decided to try that dare another time.

I noticed that Dreamer was next to me, I was super excited that it was so easy to find her. I grabbed her hand and we started flying together over this beautiful countryside. I looked down while we flew and admired the vivid green fields. I saw a river that was running through a meadow and into a deeply wooded forest, I considered trying the dare again but decided to try some easier ones.

We eventually came to a small French town with cobblestone roads and traditional French architecture.



I saw a group of chairs that were outside a cafe and I used telekinesis to do one easy dare. I made a chair fly into the air with my mind powers and then I made it fly off into the distance at super speed. I then did some sexy stuff with Dreamer before the dream ended.


Lucid #2:

I was watching some story play out from a 3rd person perspective. This guy was going to a restaurant with his girlfriend, his mom, and his mom's boyfriend. The guy broke up with his girlfriend, his mom broke up with her boyfriend, and then the mom and the son left the scene. The mom's now ex-boyfriend pulled out a huge bag of cocaine and then started to do a line off some lady's table. The son's now ex-girlfriend asked for some, then pulled out an even bigger bag of cocaine and filled up the guy's smaller bag instead of taking any. It looked very thick and crystalline, like wet clumps of sugar. I appeared and had a body suddenly. I took the bag and rolled it into a huge, slushy clump of snow. I took it outside and held the clump of snow in my left hand while I took chunks of it and made snowballs with my right hand. I threw the snowballs at random DCs that passed by me. They thought I was a dick at first, but then everybody in the street started having a massive, impromptu snowball fight. Old ladies were building fortresses behind cars, bus drivers were leaping over bushes while throwing snowballs and screaming like rambo, and little kids were banding together to plot a massive snowball assault on the adults. I was still throwing snowballs at people at this point. I stole one guy's huge snowball that looked like it was about the size of someone's head and I threw it at another guy. The snow fell off and it turned into a soccer ball. Both guys seemed a little bothered by my tactics but then we all joked about it and went to sit down and eat some food at an outdoor picnic table. I looked at my plate and there were 4 grilled ham & cheese sandwiches. I thought to myself, "Mmmm can't eat those, they're definitely not vegan."
Then I said to myself, "WAIT, this is a dream, I can eat anything here and it doesn't even matter!"

I joked around with the people at the table for quite some time as I ate all four sandwiches. I was really enjoying being able to be calm in a group of male friends and I also liked not having to worry about the dream ending anytime soon. Right about when I was done eating the sandwiches, I heard a truck outside IWL and woke up a little. I stayed calm and waited to DEILD.

The dream started again in a small, completely empty house. There was no furniture or anything, just white walls and white carpet. I walked outside and began flying. Almost immediately I noticed that there was a huge party going on below me. I got excited and wanted to go check it out. It looked like I had stumbled onto a party filled with various supernatural creatures; there were werewolves, vampires, and zombies all hanging out there. They were snacking on brains, blood, and other various foods that were laid out on picnic tables. I got a little bit uncomfortable because they started to eye me like I was going to be their next course. I stayed calm then flew up to what looked like a giant wooden patio that was surrounding a massive tree house. This tree was seriously huge, like world tree size. The patio was a restaurant that was next to an outdoor bar/club. I saw a table filled with guys that were eating different pizzas. I walked over and they offered me some. I gladly accepted and began greedily stuffing my mouth by taking a bite out of each slice. One of the DCs looked a bit sad so I told him with my mouth completely full, "Aww I'm sorry man, I left most of it for you."

Strangely, my mouth felt kind of dry, so I looked around for a drink but I couldn't find any. I stuffed my face with some fries instead. Then I looked over to the bar/club and there were multicoloured lights flashing with a decent sized crowd of people grinding up against each other in what resembled a fully clothed orgy. I decided to try some tasks so I flew down to a nice, quiet, and empty house then reached inside my pocket. I pulled out a black disc, stretched it out with my hands, then threw it on the floor. I jumped in with the intent of travelling to an advanced civilization and felt like I was falling through a void. I'm usually scared of falling in dreams but this sensation was actually quite pleasant. I landed and opened my eyes. I was in the same room as before and I thought to myself, "Well shit, that didn't work very well."

Then I looked outside the window and noticed that everything had changed. I floated through the window and saw that all of the buildings looked aged and run-down. There was overgrown vegetation everywhere and many of the houses had trees growing out of their rooves, with massive roots completely encompassing some of them.



There was nobody around. After exploring for a bit, I noticed a building that had lit candles inside. I smashed through a giant window to get in, I didn't feel like trying to phase through it. I looked around and felt like I was in an inventor's workshop. There were schematics and half-completed contraptions strewn about all over the place. I picked up one tool that looked like a magnifying glass, except that it had tiny, golden gears inside as well as strange and intricate symbols. It looked like it had some kind of complex, electrical circuit built into the glass. I then picked up what looked like a paper weight. I inspected it closely and saw fine, golden etches in it that resembled a fibonacci spiral. I had no idea what any of this stuff did so I wandered around the house to look for the inventor, but I only found his wife. She wore these tight, pink pants and looked like she was from the 90's. She also seemed to be quite sassy and rude. I said to her, "Hello, I am from another time and I would like to see some cool technology please."
She responded in a thick, Brooklyn accent, "Okay, but that'll cost you ten dollars."
I pulled 30 Australian dollars out of my pocket and handed it to her. She looked surprised for a split second before bursting into laughter. She said to me, "You still use this paper shit? Hahahahahaha."

I quickly reached into my pockets and pulled everything out. I had 60 AUD and my phone, which I then handed to her. She laughed even harder then said, "Fine, fine, I'll show you something."

She took out this green coloured cream and put it on my face. She said, "Get ready for it to burn, it will completely protect you from the sun and from heat."

Some of it got into my mouth, it had a goolike texture and it tasted kind of like avocado mixed with sugar and some kind of seeds. I looked at her shelves and pointed to one bottle of stuff then asked her, "What does that do?"

She responded, "Oh, that will give you the BIGGEST farts of your life."

Woke up.

#1 In a diner with my 5 year old daughter. Bad spirits try to steal her by trickery. Bear, her clan animal, places the protective hiragana for "bear" on her lower right back with a swipe, and I defeat the bad spirits and take her away before soul corruption can take hold.

#2 At a hospital for a scientific study. They have a "nice" bear in the waiting room, but it is agitated by my daughter's loud voice and running around, and it scratches her back on her upper right shoulder blades. I grab her and bring her to the ER for healing, they are shocked by the scratches from the bear, but even more so by the tattoo on her back from #1.

IRL -- I have just started learning japanese hiragana, and only know half the alphabet, no words yet. I drew the letters I saw in my dream, and when I look them up online, they spell "Kuma" which means "Bear"!

I had a dream this morning that this guy I work with, a big dude about 500 pounds, made a popular youtube series based off a perpetual roller coaster. He promised 5 videos a week, just blogging from this coaster. It was more than just a roller coaster at the time, but as a dream character explained to me, it was essentially just a roller coaster. After a few days, he got bored of said coaster, and switched his videos to focus on oculus rift games.

He showed the potential of the oculus, shared his experiences, and made very good tutorials to provide the best experience with the device. Me and my dream brother got so into his videos that we got our own rifts and played some games designed for the device. This was set a few years into the future as brother also had a rift, and there was also motion tracking included. We scoured a forest looking at how realistic everything seemed. We found this alcove in the woods and decided to camp there for a bit.

I noticed some rocks sitting in a corner, and to my surprise each of them could be picked up and dynamically tossed about anywhere. I peeked around a corner and noticed a cabin up above and to the left. I threw the rock I was holding and it landed inside the cabin. Brother started tossing rocks inside too. I tried getting them in a specific spot inside and kept missing. I eventually got up and went inside the cabin and saw a camera up where I was throwing rocks before.

I mentioned this to my brother, and he looked outside the cabin on the other side from where we were before, and he said he found the camera mother load. I followed and saw like 27 cameras all pointing in different locations. Me and brother then ran back to a main camp of sorts feeling like we were being watched. The dream transitioned smoothly out of the oculus rift experience and suddenly I was really there in this forest on the way to this camp.

We were about to go to bed, when suddenly there is this loud POP outside the cabins. I go out and ask a friend who appeared to be the culprit, and she said she "Caused the birds to suicide." I found she had just set off a ton of fireworks and caused the woods around us to start catching fire... I see flames start creeping up the trees immediately above the fireworks and start saying "Fire...Fire guys!" I looked back at the cabins and one was already engulfed in flames. I ran back to the cabin I was sleeping at and everyone was already evacuating. Everyone was so nonchalant and calm while I was panicking. Nobody seemed to care that everything was burning around them. The flames burned brighter and hotter as the dream faded out of existence and I woke up.

Non-lucid + DILD - ToTM attempt

I was wandering with three sisters. From conversation with them, I received an information that they are princesses, an evil queen took the throne, and they are in a serious danger. I wanted to help them, but didn't knew how.

We were moving away from the main road, close to the forest. When getting closer to a village, we spotted some mercenaries of the evil queen. I lied down on the ground. It was cold, I felt grass touching my skin. Two of the princesses hidden behind the trees, but one of them spotted a carriage, and ran to it.

The carriage stopped in front of her. She thought that it was her mother inside, but then the evil queen went out of it. The other princesses ran to help her, and all of them were kidnapped by queen. I decided to try and help them. I grabbed the carriage in the last moment, and it started flying to the sky.

When getting close to the clouds, I lost my strenght and fallen. When close to the ground, I suddenly teleported to another place. It was dark dungeon. I found a torch and lit it. It was empty, I felt alone... left behind. I entered a huge chamber. There was an old man in dark robe in the middle of the room. He had completely white eyes.

He turned around and looked at me. Telepathically he sended my information about who he is. It was a powerful necromancer, surrounded by creatures summoned by his enemies. I grabbed a stick lying on the ground, and wen to the lower level of dungeon.

I opened the door, and faced a melon monster. A huge melon with razor-sharp teeth, walking on two frog-like legs. I bashed it with stick, until it collapsed into a few melon slices. I found another such creature, and killed it too. The stick broke when I dealt the last blow.

The I felt strange. Everything was blurred. The necromancer teleported me to the exit of the dungeon. It was a gratitude for my help. I opened a hatch, and found myself in the basement of my home. I went to the kitchen, and met my siblings.

The eldest sister when looking at the broken stick told me:

- Hey! This was my stick before!

- Yeah... it was.

I went outside, and found a huge swing in the middle of my backyard. I used it for a while, and then entered my home.

Suddenly I realised that it's a dream. I took another stick lying for some reason in my home, and went outside. I tried to point to the ground with it, and got teleported to place I pointed. I tried it a few more times, but it didn't worked. I felt that I slowly lose lucidity, and I thought to myself "This is my dream. I am lucid dreaming."

It was enough to make the dream more stable. I tried to teleport with a stick again, but this haven't worked. I though again "This is my dream. This would work now." And repeated my last activity, to no avail.

Then I recalled the basic task for this month. I looked at my neighbors house. I decided to go jogging. I ran for the street. I wasn't running with unbelievable speed, but I was running quite quickly. Surrounding area changed from countryside wih forests at summer, into autumn tones.

Everything get blurred on the sides, only the area in front of me stayed sharp. I decied to turn left, and ran through and old village. I made a few turns around old buildings, and ran back. The road in front of me was empty. I saw my house in the distance. I ran much more quicker. When getting closer to the gate of my house, I lost lucidity and woke up.

Late entry, but late is better than never.

first dream i was in some sort of tall building out on a balcony, scenery resembled old town from the game dying light. I look across about 100 yards away from the balcony, a small concrete bunker on a cliffside. I tell the group of people i am with i want to go there to meditate to improve my dream abilities and they laugh at me but i go anyway. I go into the bunker down an open hatch on the roof, down a all concrete staircase into a all concrete room with some yard supplies. i forget wy i am there and I grab a wheel barrow and collect some things. i go deeper into the bunker and end up in the finished basement of my old house, but it is dark. It is a room with the staircase in the middle dividing it into two sections of room. one with carpet and one with tile, and "tongue and groove" wood walls. I feel fear for some reason and leave. i go out the basement, back up the concrete stair entrance leaving the wheel barrow at the base of the stairs. i turn for a moment and stare at it, and it suddenly get thrashed, flipping over spilling all its contents, like something from a ghost movie and i very quickly run away from there. i am now all the way down the mountain on the road, with no transition between the two. I am talking to my friend somewhat frantically about the incident.

I wake up, throat dry so i grab the water next to me. forgot to do at least a basic wbtb.

This dream below would have been more complete had i wrote it down this morning.

I am in a classroom. its dark colored, faded wallpaper, really run down. The teacher decides to showcase a video of what i had done earlier in the dream, except instead of watching it the dream changes and I am now living this scene. I am in a very dark house, or asylum, or building, not quite sure but go with the flow. There are a series of long long dark hallways and the power is out. It is storming outside and lighting lights the room every once in a while. I see the silhouette of a ghost in one of the flashes, wait a minute and walk down the hallway to see it. now my family appears with me, but quickly disappears when i look down the next hallway. i assume the ghost did something. I see old t-shirts on the ground and pick them up thinking i may need them. The lightning flashes again, i see the ghost again at the end of the hallway and i start to run straight for it this time, it goes down the next hallway 90 degrees to it. there is another shirt at the intersection and i pick it up, look up to see the ghost flying at me. I have no time to react and it stops me. it is a pale older woman, wearing all gray dull clothing. she has no pupils, the dead eyes completely white. then the dream ends

usually dreams of horror themes never bother, gotta say these two in a row made me a bit skittish in my dreams. they usually help me become lucid, resizing this isnt real, but not this time!

Morning of April 8, 2015. Wednesday.



I am only about twenty years old and at my older sister Marilyn’s house (she had died in reality but is alive and much younger in my dream). There are several other people there, mostly relatives, including an older brother on my father’s side (Rollie, also known as Dave), another deceased sister’s (Carol’s) husband, and others. It seems to be morning at this point (though as is typical in some dreams, the time immediately changes later on to late night).

I am not at all lucid yet still attempt telekinesis with a certain level of confidence (which yet again tells me that there is always a part of me in the background that knows I am dreaming). My dream is of a typical level of awareness but gets clearer over time. My attempt at telekinesis does not work that well at first, though eventually, people begin to notice when I point out how a book has moved. It is on the top of a stack near a doorway and turns just a bit towards me.

Eventually, I am able to cause the book to hover in the air as well as move about the room for a time. It feels comfortable and effortless as usual. Oddly though, it is eventually discovered that there is a string attached to a corner of the book which leads to my right hand. (This of course is not feasible - as even if there was a string causing otherwise pseudo-magical movement, the book would not be able to hover at a distance from me, slightly above me in fact, with just a string linking it to my hand - though this is just the typical dream distortion from having no critical thinking skills in this state). It all seems amusing at this point and a few people get out video cameras though I do not feel that embarrassed. After a short time though, it is realized and revealed that not only was I really performing “real” telekinesis, I had also somehow “magically” materialized the string from out of nowhere when the book moved to land on the floor.

I cause a few other things to float around the room including a brother-in-law’s (Corey’s) cap retrieved from his head, which irritates him a bit (and he makes a comment) though he does not seem really angry. He goes in another room to get some fishing gear.

My brother Dave had apparently planned a fishing trip (and I have the awareness that I would be going) but he comes back in from the porch, leaving the front door open, and complaining in a louder angry tone about there being snow (although in reality I have fished in all kinds of weather, including ice fishing). I can see it falling when I look through the doorway (though would not be able to in reality from the angle I am sitting, as there is an enclosed porch there).

Suddenly, it is later at night and I look outside from the porch door and notice that the front yard is much larger than in reality (with that familiar vague background awareness I am making my dream yet not at all aware it is only a dream), taking up what would otherwise be the sidewalk and entire street. There is about three inches of snow on the ground but dead grass is still showing through in many areas. I notice what looks like a small igloo near the central area of the large front yard, probably a snow fort built by neighborhood kids (though this turns out not to be the case). I soon notice that it has bits of dead grass throughout the structure. Eventually I realize it is (or it changes into) a beaver hut (at least for a time).

At this point, several other relatives (including my deceased sister Carol) are standing around outside. There is a row of trees near the front of the house which was once there in reality though on the street-side of the sidewalk. A young version of my wife and several “copies” of her are in the area - some sort of lesser tulpa forms perhaps. I am able to tell which is the one I want (the most defined and attractive one) and she is automatically “bonded” to me in every way. We kiss intimately and embrace for several minutes though she sometimes walks away to work on the igloo/beaver hut/snow fort with the other copies of herself. No one else notices me at this point though I am vaguely aware they are standing around talking, possibly complaining about the weather (and possibly beavers interfering with ice fishing). Oddly, my wife is wearing a one-piece bathing suit and is barefooted even though it is very cold out. (Everyone else, including myself, seems dressed for winter, though I am wearing a lighter jacket than the others.)

In the last scene, I feel very cheerful and optimistic. I move the entire surface of the ground and snow like waves, symmetrically from each side (with sort of slow-motion clapping motions though not touching palms), the waves moving to the middle to add more snow to the “igloo” to make it larger. I mention (to any relative that may hear me) how all the snow in the area will be in one spot near the “igloo” (which implies I am saving them from doing any snow shoveling later), which is eventually the case as the entire snow cover moves over the ground making the structure larger. The sense of correct perspective and size-orientation seems incredibly real and even the sense of moving the snow as such (by thought alone) seems “real”. For every few inches, the snow cover (and a small amount of dirt) forms a narrow wave (again, each side of me) perpendicular to where I am standing facing due east, resembling elevations in a vegetable garden, but continuously moving until most of the snow is gathered up (it is also as if the ground itself is forming parallel ripples at times). There is even a familiar awareness of the consistency of the snow in being either “packy” or “fluffy” though I have not seen any real snow for over twenty years.

Yesterday:

[DS] = dream sign
[FM] = false memory
+ begin (new) dream content
- begin notes content

+ playing the space war game "empire": furiously typing the commands at the keyboard in dogfights, winning battles as a Kaz, I get about 10 kills accumulated, I'm thinking about changing course, firing phasers, and gorps. Eventually I get killed, come back in as an Orion for some reason

+ epic: I'm lying on the ground [DS] in the middle of a parking lot in daylight (though under the shade of trees?) with some friend. I adjust the comforter underneath me. I'm wondering about how safe it is to be on the ground in the middle of a parking lot where cars drive, a car comes by and we stand up?

In a (work?) parking area high in the South Bay hills, dry golden/brown grasses, there are several colorful cars here, I can't find my car (it's stolen?) and the remaining cars all have very large dents in them: I think the bad guys have stolen (my? a?) car and used it to crash into each of the other cars in the parking lot leaving big damage on each one (like a huge indentation). I'm looking for my car, I think it's a colorful weird-ish station wagon, more curvy than rectangular. This parking lot with dented cars scene happens a few times.

The gang of bad guys is "skiing" up the path to the parking lot. I look out over the view of the huge valley below and think of flying away [DS], but think "too bad that I'm not dreaming and so can't fly" [DS].

I'm walking through a house: a friend (young man) and his mother have just moved here. The house is packed full of potted plants with bright red flowers, they're all along the floor/walls. (Some brief conversation?)

I'm in a room in the parking lot area, the bad guys (leader and thugs) are there with guns. I think I need to dodge them. I'm jumping around in this small room trying to subtly open my waist bag to get out my pepper spray so they won't see what I'm doing. I get out the spray and point it at their faces and it doesn't spray very well. I continue to dodge in closer quarters and I feel that one of the bullet grazes my shoulder. I get my pepper spray to give a good stream and hit the faces of the leader and thug, and make my escape.

As I'm moving away I think I do not want to call the police.

I'm in my childhood home, talking with (family?) I live there with my current family. Suddenly something shocking grabs my attention, (I see a curtain in another room that wasn't there before), I think the bad guys maybe have made this change? I run upstairs to get my pistol from my sister's closet [FM], I think no, I'd rather get my shotgun from my room's closet [FM]. I reach inside the door jam and pick up the shotgun. I cock it open and see the dual barrels are already loaded each with a shell. I snap the gun closed again and see two shells attached to the top of the barrel, I pull them off and put them into my right rear jeans pocket. I think my son S2 must have been using the gun and he usually leaves things a mess. I shake out some (batteries?) from the barrel. I think that I do not want to "try" shooting it of course so I should be careful with the trigger.

I go to the top of the stairs and lie down on the ground adopting a "sniper" position covering the front door, and I see my colleagues come in, they're carrying a bunch of moving boxes of my stuff, and they pile them in the front hallway besides the stairs.

-Today:

- lots of dreams, no night-time recording so lost most of them

+(f) bed, jumping on bed, old adult home (was long)

+ bedroom outside, there's a wall to prevent people walking on the path from looking directly at you, guy working there, the cook rings for the meal, I gather my Sierra cup, fork, knife and spoon after a short search

+ group gathering for event, wife annoying me, old college colleagues are older but still in the department, I'm shirtless will JoIr recognize me?; DO closeup of my shoulder/arm muscles flexing while I swim ("I'm buff!"), what if tons of tiny sharks come and bite me to death?

Morning of April 5, 2015. Sunday.



Most of my dreams of today had various levels of lucidity, but some are too abstract to relate correctly. Being “inside” abstract forms is sometimes very comfortable, other times bland and uncomfortable (almost strenuous, in fact).

I am in a typical unconscious state of being aware of needing to have my body on one side or the other, a certain number of minutes on each side, and a certain position, as some sort of important faux system of continuity, mostly abstract (almost like “drawing invisibly” or “painting” internally - even maze-like at times), seeing myself doing this even though I have not moved my physical body as such in reality - checking my sleeping form while disembodied and hovering above myself to see if I am in the “right” position at the “right” time, almost like an attempt to interpret myself as a letter of the alphabet that must change in precise rhythms over time, although with the sense of repeating the “same steps” after a time, which my body seems to do. This seems to last for a very long time (several hours), though likely an illusion and perhaps only lasting a half hour or so. This type of “pre-dreaming” or whatever it is seems more common for me over the last few years.

In my main dream, I am walking about in an unknown city with “friends” I do not know in reality. It seems to be late at night. There is some sort of idea related to gang activity, but nothing dramatic happens. I do have a revolver but do not shoot anyone. The setting is ambiguous. I am walking through alleys but at one point, one becomes an internal hallway and then an alley again.

Next, the most vivid (even beautiful) part of my dream occurs. I walk out through the end of a hallway into a sort of distorted alleyway and become aware of a thin young male sitting at what resembles a comic-strip lemonade stand. It is set back a bit from a large storefront and parking lot. He is apparently a drug dealer and in fact is sniffing a lot from his own creations, though seems very cheerful and passive.

These in-dream “drugs” are small containers of various mixed colors of paint (which a person apparently drinks to get the effects, each color being slightly different), or at least that is what it looks like and what I instinctively believe. There is a very strong smell of paint in the night air as well as an odd organic scent, or rather, likely a chemical fabrication of fruit scents and such; blueberry, orange, lemon, grape, strawberry, and so on. I feel slightly out of place in accidentally arriving at this location (almost like accidentally going into a bar) and somewhat wary, but the unknown male seems very sincere in his service and asks me what he can get for me (inferring a particular mix of particular colors in precise proportions). I cheerfully say “no” (with respect) and continue walking. I really do not feel like drinking paint even while within a dream. At this point, when I look down, I see rivulets of paint flowing out into the parking lot from his area, which I end up walking on (the entire area is covered), all different colors and glistening brightly in the moonlight, swirling and forming multicolored abstract pattens. These completely random and incidental swirls of color flowing out over the parking lot and into the street seem hundreds of times more pleasant to look at than typical graffiti. There are gallons and gallons of paint seemingly being wasted in his business, but it also seems like the remains or “waste water” of whatever process he is working with. There is an intriguing calmness during this scene. (It also seems somewhat odd that so much paint has recently been flowing out from one small area - though not necessarily in a negative context.)

Although I become more lucid, I mostly end up walking around without doing much other than enjoying the night air and sense of peace. (I am still not quite sure what city I am in.)

WBTB 3:00 Am, Read Dreamviews dream journals, Mantras (written and spoken), and then I got all my pillows organized in their perfect places, then to bed - about 1 hour later. I then laid in bed and repeated my mantras in my mind until I was feeling sleepy, then I started to meditate. I was doing body energy work where you bounce your energy in a clockwise direction around your bedroom, off the walls and through your body and out the other side. After one complete rotation, I would pick a different plane to repeat the exercise. One bounce takes about 1 to 2 seconds. A mental image of my room builds in my mind as I proceed. It’s like your scanning the room with a beam of body energy. After about 10 minutes I started to do tactile imagery where I was climbing a ladder, and then I move on to climbing a rope, and then picking up coins with my right hand and dropping them into my left. By this point my body is asleep and my mind is awake. Sometimes my hands or feet start to feel really sore (pulse with pain), so I move energy away from feet (repeating) to my torso, and then the pain fades and disappears. This is a common problem while in ‘the void’, or in deep meditation, and I accidently stumbled across this method of getting rid of the aches. It works awesome!

While in ‘the void’, hypnagogic imagery and occasional voices happened. Then I got a 2 dimensional picture of a hospital room, and it quickly turned to 3D (lucid dream). I started to walk around the room, but it was black and white, and of poor clarity. A nurse walked past me, and I decided to close the curtain around the bed, so I could focus on improving clarity. A doctor then walked in through the opening in the curtain and stood beside me. Then my vision started to fade quickly, so I asked the doctor to hold onto my hands, and he did. Darn, I was now back in ‘the void’, but I was still holding onto the doctor’s hands. I could hear somebody laughing to the right of me, and then the doctor said something. Soon after, the doctor let go of my hands, and I woke. Position and pillow change.

I tried to repeat the WILD technique described above, but I fell asleep, and then I had this interesting Dream Induced Lucid Dream (DILD). In this dream I was viewing it in 3rd person, from above, and it was an excellent Rambo movie scene! Rambo was driving a quad with really big wheels, and towing a fifth wheel style, semi-trailer (all camouflaged). On both sides of the semi-trailer were two army tanks being towed by heavy cables. These tanks were literally skidding across the ground on their tracks, and it really made no sense to me how a quad could possibly have this much pulling power. I realized I was dreaming - DILD (for several reasons)! Rambo was driving this assault vehicle combination through the thickest jungle ever, and trees were flying! He fished tailed onto a logging road, and under a bridge, and then one of the tanks drifted way off into the forest knocking foliage everywhere. He then drifted through a parking lot and smashed sideways into a restaurant. I then moved from 3rd person to 1st, and I followed Rambo as he ran into a restaurant in a blaze of glory with his dual machine guns!

The two women behind the cash register ducked as bullets flew overhead, and the patrons looked at us as if we were aliens (kind of WTF look). I instantly told Rambo to stop shooting because he was going to hurt these people, then he unexpectedly turned into a regular looking guy with a huge smile on his face. I quickly looked around the restaurant, and nobody looked any worse for wear, so I headed outside. When I got outside, I noticed that we were inside a huge facility, and the Rambo Assault Vehicle was still there, smashed into the side of the restaurant. A very tall 7 foot man was standing beside Rambo’s vehicle admiring it. I figure he have been the dream creator of this awesome Rambo action scene I just watched, so I asked him, “Did you just create this amazing action dream with Rambo and this assault vehicle?” He laughs and replies, “Heck no, this action dream was created through the thoughts of hundreds of people!” I wasn’t expecting that answer. Interesting!

After he said that I started to float up above the wreckage and restaurant to see if there was an exit out of this facility. The ceiling was really high, maybe 100 feet, and it was lined with offices and mezzanine walkways. There were people everywhere, and several of them were watching me as I flew around the perimeter of the facility. A child then shouted my name and said, “Show us some lucid dreaming tricks!” Okay, I’ve never had that request before, so I flew into the central area of the facility, about 40 feet off the floor, and I started to form a beach ball size of white light in my hands. I was planning on giving it to the kid, but then the dream fading, so I immediately took off flying right through the facility wall and into the blue skies.

It was an amazing summer day, and I was flying over a massive city on the coast. There was one very tall building in the city’s central area, so I flew up to it for a closer look. The building was covered in black reflective glass, and reduced in cross section at several intervals in elevations. I could see many people inside the building, through the tinted windows, and I thought maybe this would be a good place to meet up with my daughter. When I got to the roof, the wind was way too strong for a safe landing, so I abandoned mission, and I decided to look for a better place. I quickly flew over to the coastline and saw a beautiful park below with a large concrete monument (war hero remembrance site). I landed on this large concrete deck with concrete railings, a monumental statue, and steps going down in two different directions. There was grass all around, a sidewalk, several covered bench areas, lots of people, and the view of the ocean that was nothing short of amazing! I then started to call for my daughter to come, saying I found a beautiful place for use to meet at.

As I was walking down one of the concrete stairs, my oldest sister appeared out of thin air, right in front of me. She said, “I figured I’d find you here!” I walked up to her and held both her hands and said, “Yes, this place is amazing!” My 2nd oldest sister then appeared to her left and said, “Hi!”, and then my son appeared to my right on another set of steps, “Hi dad!”. Then my daughter appeared right in front of me. She was crying, I ran up to her and held her in my arms, asking her what’s wrong? She said, “I can’t do this. I don’t want you talking to mom about this anymore.” I then remembered the nasty argument mom and I had the other day about my lucid dreaming visits with my daughter, and I said, “Are talking about the argument mom and I had the other day?” She said, “Yes.” I woke after that, and I realized just how upset my wife gets when I talk about all the wonderful visits my daughter while lucid or in an OBE; whereas my wife barely remembers any of her dreams, and dreams with her daughter has only happened a couple of times since her passing. I’ve decided in the future to only discuss these dreams with my wife if she specifically asks, or if she is directly involved in the dream in some way.

I couldnt get off this boat, i was stuck there forever for some reason. It was like a vacation i was on. I wish i could tell people i was there because it was unreal. I had no communication with the outside world except my little cousin kaily who texted me all the time she is 15 and i couldnt reply to her. The same thing would happen day in and out. It was like an experiment i was being held a part of. No one aged on this boat. There was the same party every day on the lower deck but i never went down there. Theres one more person who started becoming self aware besides me
And he lost it. So they killed him. I knew what was happening. I knew i was being held hostage. There were sometimes you were able to go home for two minutes. But only two times. I wasted both my minutes. As selfish as it was i was anle to bring someone else where i was. not remember who it was but they were very close to me when they arrived it happened in this secret room. They just appeared in the chamber in front of me and i was able to give them a constant emotion of joy, sorrow, or pain while om the boat, and change their body size. Also i checked my phone i was there from october 18th to December 30th is the last day before i woke up. Theres more to the dream but i can barely remember this. If youve had this dream or know what its about or just want to hear more please message me this dream worried me very badly.

Sorry for the delay
So here is my last dream from my golden age of semi lucidity.
I'm at the usual place, parking lot, supermarket. Things going all right. I just got almost lucid.
Now I practice with the elements, I have a bit hard time with my abilities ,telekinesis is quite buggy today.
I was thinking of strategic attacks , then I got an idea of a finishing move that also eliminates all enemy around me ,and maybe it even kills me. Tepes's Aegis - Named from Vlad The Impaler .
Stakes falling from the sky, impaling everyone in a kilometer radius . It seemed to be a very nice idea , just in case of fighting.
I kept walking around when I suddenly felt that something's coming . I started to walk out of the parking lot into the bus stop hoping that the thing didnt see me.
At a point I saw him walking towards me , I tried to hide and I succeded , but then I took a bad step.
Now he sees me , even he made an eye contact . He stops .
Then he unleashed his anger towards me , I was able to sense it in the air, it was blazing like hellfire.
He sent a message through telepathy and it sounded something like this.
"YOU BASTARD , YOU WERE THE ONE WHO DID F*** S**T UP ,NOW I'LL F***IN KILL YOU "
I was in some samurai costume , it was in a very bad state but whatever , and all I was able to summon is a rusty sword.
The guy starts to morph into a goddamn Human-Bull beast which had horns and stuff.
This thing was a muscly crap and scary , it gave out horrible sounds , But I knew I got to fight it. Though I almost shat my pants .
Then in this moment I remembered the new technique I raised my hands and said" Țepeș's ægis!"
And the sky got darker, and so we began to fight . in the beginning All I was able to do is dodge ,dodge and dodge and hope that motherf***r won't bite me .
Soonly I was unable to see anything because the stake rain arrived, I raised my hands and made a protecting field that brokes these stakes before hitting me , even though , I got hit by one of those on my hands and had a few scars but then it stabilised.
But the bull beast wasn't even hurt, it was just going through it , throwing some cars into the air from anger.
Then I saw that the steaks are made of glass , its of course unnefective on this beastie f***.
I tried to slice him few times, but he hit me back, I almost died , and also flew 20 meters.
Now I stopped for a moment and think , before the bull ambushed me I said "LET IT BE MADE FROM IRON"
. IT WORKED! The bull got injured , and so I got ready to attack.
Then It got even more mad. And so it started to run towards me crushing everything on its way.
With a last running I raised my sword for a last blow, and then for my luck . The bull got hit again.
The time slowed down , full adneraline , I swing with my sword ,I sliced into its neck and head .
I did it , and then time goes back to normal. the bull falls over . That was an epic moment.
I breath heavily , I got exhausted by the battle, I slice a few into the bulls body, then it disappears.
- I did it , omg.

A helicopter comes
Guy screams , "get up there , WE got to go!"
I get up there , we fly away
-Where are we go?
-I'll tell you later.

The dream ended

Morning of April 3, 2015. Friday.



I am in an unfamiliar outdoor area without many features. I am unsure of the implied time period. Apparently, it may be the 1960s, as I see young versions of the Beatles walking around though I do not interact with them. I get a sense of their innovation. I also reflect on how my best friend Toby and I could have seen them in concert in our teenage years if we had made more of an effort, which does not make sense as they had broken up as a band by then. I still feel cheerfully nostalgic. Even though I seem to be physically present, some of the events look quirky as if with film effects, including when the Beatles are walking and the frame rate seems altered. It might be implied to be footage from or for “A Hard Day’s Night” from 1964. Later however, the implications distort into also being linked to “Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band”, which is from a later time period (1967).

At a later point, I am listening to “Being for the Benefit of Mr. Kite” on a pair of headphones while sitting outside near a table. It is a very long fictional version, probably about eight minutes or more, and has random parts here and there vaguely similar to parts of “Revolution Number Nine”. The music has less instrumentation in some parts (as if one more instrument is dropping out of the recording every few measures) but at one point sounds a lot like the real version of the song.

What intrigues me is vivid but incorrect audio of certain parts of the music. For example, near the last section, instead of the melodic flourish over the circus-like organ cacophony just prior to the return to the verse, it is the Dixieland air horn sound (as from the car on “The Dukes of Hazzard”). I hear this in the left channel. It makes me feel very cheerful.

Also, during this time, I watch Mr. Kite, which is a black-and-white caterpillar made up of a long series of miniature “war bonnets” of mostly black feathers, each tiny “war bonnet” directly behind the other. It moves about on the table, seeming to be moving in time to the music; undulating rhythmically and turning about left and right, defining a narrow oval path; a surreal event.

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Update (same day): Yet again, a dream occurs that had imagery seemingly influenced by something Zsuzsanna had seen and thought about, something that I could not possibly have known about. In this case, it was specifically a caterpillar that she thought looked as if it had feathers coming out of its body, which she had seen on a children’s DVD (checked out by her for our two-year-old daughter) the night before. (I did not see it prior to my dream.)

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Went to bed at 23:10 for 30 min, then at 00:00. WBTB at 04:40 for 20 min. While lying down, rehearsed the Raduga separation technique and made my affirmations. Had mild anxiety and stayed awake for quite some time (over an hour). At some point, I realized that I was looking at a seaside scenery and the image was quite bright. I quickly imagined bringing my hands forward and moving in the scenery.The vividness of the scenery increased and I was there, walking in the seaside street. Yes! I was so happy! I remembered the jogging TotM and decided to keep on walking and observing the scenery. I was walking on a dirt road and on my left was a beautiful sandy beach.
A few bushes were on both sides and beyond the sea, I saw a strange silvering mountain with some kind of flag on top (if that was real, the flag would be huge) that changed shape as I was looking at it. I kept walking and the scenery didn't change a lot, apart from going uphill and downhill and passing by a few trees. Then I noticed that I was being followed by 2 old men. I felt uncomfortable, so I stopped and pushed them both down - knowing its a dream, so it's not bad to do so - and kept walking. I then reached the edge of a really high cliff.

I jumped and started falling really fast. I feared that I would loose visuals as I was floating very high off the ground, so I concentrated on the feel of the air on my hands - that strangely I could feel on my left hand only. Just before touch-down, I glided forward and flew straight upwards. I was over a seaside town and I was trying to maneuver my flight. Having some difficulty, I grabbed the (imaginary) parachute controls - that I had successfully used in another lucid - and started accurately directing my flight. While on air, I tested all movements and I saw that turning left-right and stopping worked immediately, but gaining height had some delay and didn't always work as expected. So, I continued to fly over the house-tops and through the seaside village, immensely enjoying my flight - even though the control was not perfect.

At some point, I felt that my parachute got stack -at an antenna? - so I just let it go, fell on the roof-top and jumped back up, imagining a new control and continuing my flight. At this point, I think that I lost some of the initial lucidity. Some kids are looking up and admiring my flight, so I land and say: come with me, I will show you how to do this. We walk and we come at the same dirt-road I was in the beginning and there were the 2 old men. This time I recognized them as my Father and my Father-in-law and I was very sorry for what I had done... I hugged them, asked them to forgive me and they said: it's ok, go show these kids how to fly! So we walk further trying to find the high cliff - but it's not there anymore. We reach a home and get inside, where in a large hall there are lots of kids asking me if I can fly and how to do it. I said: you first need to know that you are dreaming - and I demonstrate to them a positive finger-through-palm RC. One-by one they successfully try it (one also extended his fingers), so we conclude that we are all dreaming and I say: come with me to show you how to fly! But as we move outside, the dream fades and I am back in bed... I tried the Raduga separation technique but I was quite awake. Tried to go back to sleep so I could have another Lucid but I soon realized that it was late and I was well rested, so I got up and wrote this down, very happy for my Lucid!

This dream happened about 2 weeks ago. I was in a grassy field in New Zealand. The weather was around 55 degrees outside. The archangel Michael was there, at the time I didn't know he was Michael, he was unnamed. I saw some houses and planned on knocking on the door to see if I could sleep there. Then I said to Mike, I could sleep in this field. He said the weather was always chilly-warm and rainy.

Then we were at a college of science and I thought I was in the future going to school there. There were a bunch of people and I talked to the guy, and asked him if he knew of any martial arts schools in New Zealand. I was carrying a black belt that was in a bag. He said yes it's run by a guy named Mike (that's how I knew he was Michael). He was carrying a sword. I told him, I'm in the future, I'm not really a black belt, I'm a green belt. I believe that it really was my future.

Then I was outside and a guy came up to me to attack me, and I gave him my phone so he wouldn't attack me. Then some friends were near me and they ran after the guy to get my phone back. This represents the friendly people in New Zealand that will help me when I move there. Then Mike ran after the guy and stuck him to get my phone back, and I went up to the attacker and started to do a side kick, which woke me up.

This dream changed my life. It was a vision of the future. I plan on visiting New Zealand relatively soon with my boyfriend, and moving there in 5 years. God gave me this dream to show me where he wanted me to live, and to give me a great future. New Zealand is unique and it's where I'm destined to live. It was accurate to what the weather there really is, I found out, and I can't wait to be there. It wasn't a lucid dream, and it wasn't meant to be. If I knew it was a dream its power would have been stripped and it wouldn't have changed me as much as it did.