memorable

Can anyone spot a common theme in my dreams from last nigh
Night of March 20th 2015. Bed from 22:00 to 06:00. Before going to sleep I asked my guardian angle/helping spirits/spirit guide and totem animals to review themselves to me in my dreams in a way I would recognize and understand.

Did not record first 2-4 dreams.

My mum had come up to the city to help me out with something. Towards the end of her visit she asked or I offered to accompany her while she drove out of the city or all the way to her home.
On the way out of the city she often asked for directions. What I felt she was really doing was abdicating responsibility for taking such and such a road or exit.
I then answered only once when asked by her which way she should go. This made her panic resulting in her driving down the wrong side of dual carriage way at night. I spotted this and told her she need to get off the road. She insisted she was going the right way until we were caught in the headlights of a large truck coming towards us. She curved and drove the wrong way up a slip road to get off the dual carriage way.
Next we found ourselves in a service station on the outskirts of the city. We'd stopped for something to eat.
While queuing up I noticed a person who had recently passed away standing in the queue. When I told my mum who I saw she said that was impossible as that person was dead. Then I thought is this what its like to see a ghost or spirit. e.g. 100% normal if you choose to believe other 'worlds' exist outside of the physical.
I then returned to my old mood asking mam if she would be able to drive home from here by herself or if she would like me to accompany her. She didn't answer so I told her I was going home and left.
Outside I just missed the first bus. Luckily another bus came quickly after this. Buses didn't stop unless people were at the bus stop waving them to do so. However buses did slow down at which point I called out to see if the bus was going to my town (where I no longer live but were I rent out my apartment). It was, stopped and I got on. The collector told me to go ahead when I offered to pay the fair because of my nationality.

My thoughts/attempt at interpretation:
I treat my mam like that in real life because a large part of me feels she does abdicate responsibility or rather I feel she did so in the past. Maybe its now time to acknowledge this and just accept her questions with the view that maybe if I adopt this approach she will come to see me as more relaxed and open.
As for the dead person apart from wanting to see a ghost! While I acknowledge the person gave me employment when I was young I felt they were nothing more than a slave driver.

03:00
I found myself at the gym having not been there for sometime either due to injury or because I had been attending to other higher priority stuff. I sensed that maybe in my job I was a police man.
Not sure where to start I lay on an inclined bench and picked up some loose weights that were there. I then put them behind at head level and straight up by straightening my arms. When I put them behind my head and tried to straighten my arms they rubbed off the wall. I thought they would fall off and then observed that there was nothing holding them onto the bar.
While lying on the bench an ex female president also attended the gym and took a spot to my right. She was surrounded by a few companions.
Next a gym attendant a middle aged woman who I felt knew my from before by the way she approached and asked “if I could help her”. I replied 'sure'. My 'sure' was how I would answer a friend or 'sure' in a genuine way, not in a 'sure, just let me put your request on my to do list and I'll get to it sometime'.
I accompanied her to her room/office/work station. She asked me if I had travelers cheques. I said 'of course'.

My thoughts/attempt at interpretation:
I never like police and at my age I won't be joining! In saying that I can sense what it would be like to be a guardian of order / justice but served with compassion.
As for the gym I don't use a gym but felt how good it feels to return to an old or totally new activity.
Regarding the travelers cheques I need to travel but at the moment I don't have any money. Perhaps had I been mindful enough in the dream I could have told the woman I don't have any but that I would like some.

In another dream I found myself on the road beside a fence behind which was a large factory or institution. All of a sudden a helicopter approached from behind and spotted a name on the tail. Brian Cox. Then the helicopter was blown violently backwards. It then proceeded to land safely. A group of children disembarked. They were on school project to move fish to a new location. They have a fish each. One fish I saw was a turbet.
When I saw this I became irate because I automatically assumed they have not consulted with the national fishing body responsible for maintaining eco policing.

My thoughts/attempt at interpretation:
When ever I think of the name Brian Cox I think of someone who attained a top job but who always flew under the radar – excuse the pun.
Regarding fishing, I like fishing and I do get angry when I think of how non native species are allowed to be introduced without any governance what so ever.

In my final dream it was morning and I was at work/in collage in a very large institution in the Netherlands. An communication was sent out that every worker/student would receive €31 in their next pay packet due to a surplus. Surplus was the result of over charging or business having been good. I wondered why the institution had not decided to reduce next years registration fee by this amount but then I thought maybe increasing moral in the present moment was more important.

My thoughts/attempt at interpretation:
I worked in the Netherlands as a general operative when I left school.
I need financial help at this time.

#78
4 dreams on the first night
- sex scene
- running from armed men
- zombie chases me
-ex gf got assaulted by a stranger, I look after her, then me and my other friends go running through a mall

#79
2 dreams second night
- in the 'Wild', crazy cool. lots of interesting alien species
- go to a chefs kitchen, i get in the way, then i go to a beach, shit gets messy (literally)

Note: I typed up all these dreams then accidentally deleted them all, so screw writing them up again >_<

'The Wild' dream - tagged as memorable.

Had an intense nightmare after drinking mugwort tea. My spirit was flying in whiteness and there were weird sensations. I then collapsed on the ground and "woke up" but it was a false wake up. I was in grass or my bed I think. Later in the dream, I was on choir tour with my church, and I was in a store, and wanted to buy a violin. I walked around saw instruments asked a man about if they had a violin I could buy. I awoke to my mom and talked with her. I awoke outside in the cold by a tree and I was crying and happy and it was raining. I started to walk home I knew where I was, but I had never been there before. God and the devil was in the dream, and it was like I was dying and awakening to spiritual truths that made no sense to me, from evil spirits and I don't remember them anymore and am glad that I don't. At the end of the dream my mom was present but not visible and there was a fierce bird alive by me, it might have been an eagle, its eyes were fierce and it was awake and its wings were scary. Other things happened in the dream. I'm afraid to go back to sleep. It was intense but I forget most part of it, but the bird image (my mom has a bird, a cockateel, but this bird was definitely stronger, maybe an eagle) resonated for about a minute or two before I woke up. I was sort of inside the bird and the bird was all I could see. Strong but scary dream. Definitely a result of the mugwort. What do you think? Later in the night i had a dream where I was fishing illegally with a friend and caught a sick shark, it was blackish gray.

This is something that i really want to share. Something very personal and breath taking. Well at least for me....


Today is exactly 4 years since my mother passed away. When i was 17 i have been through so many horrible things, as i was living only with my mother and she was the only person that i trusted.

When she passed away i was seing dreams, they were really vivid lucid dreams that stayed in my subconscious mind till this moment. It was the only way i could still contact her. I was aware that im dreaming and i realised in my dreams that she is gone so i was trying to ask her all the questions like why? how do you feel? and she replied that she doesnt feel the pain nomore, I was also asking questions like is there any world that we don't know about? tell me if theres really something like god? she replied that there is a place, where you don't feel any pain, everything is calm and beautiful, but she didnt see any god or something... I was asking her if she can take me with her but she said that its not the time yet and that i need to live...

I was dreaming her all following year almost every day and i was saying how much i love her, say things that i didn't said when she was alive try to hug her and feel her.

Appreciate everything you have now, because you never know when will be the last time you see someone.
Thanks for reading,

R.I.P to my only love in the whole world.

I had several lucid dreams while on vacation in Cuba. Here’s what happened:

Mar 5, In this dream I was at my parent’s house moving some chairs from the dining room to the kitchen in preparation for supper. When I picked up a chair I noticed that the left and right sides of the seat back did not match. The right side was squared off at the top, whereas the left side was rounded. I said to my wife, “Honey, I know that I’m dreaming because the seat backs are not symmetrical!” The dream started to fade, so in an effort to stabilize, I began to swirl, but no luck.

Mar 5, In this dream I was in a dimly lit large machine shop. I became lucid for no reason whatsoever, just as a man ran past me. His skin was glowing white with a slight iridescence. He ran up to a locker and opened it, and a flood of light poured out illuminated him brightly. I ran around the lockers to the other side and I tried to levitate him, but he didn’t budge. Then I walked up to him and pushed on his shoulders with both my hands. I wanted to see how strong he was. He put his hands on my shoulders and pushed back, but I easily slid him across the floor. I said, “I’m stronger than you.”, and he replied, “Don’t push me.” He was less than impressed (I was misbehaving again).

Mar 6, In this dream I was walking down the street in my home town. Suddenly, packages of butt wipes started to appear in people’s hands, and a package also appeared in my hand. I instantly became lucid - Dream Induced Lucid Dream (DILD). All of us walked into a community center with a stage at the back. I decided to have some fun with this lucid dream, so I walked up on stage and raised my package of butt wipes up into the air! Everybody stopped what they were doing and watched. I said, “Butt wipes! These things are amazing! When your butt needs a wipe, what do you reach for? Butt wipes! When you’re out on a date, and things are getting awkward, what do you use? Butt wipes!” People started to laugh, and then I stepped off the stage. My dream guide walked up to me and said, “Ohhh, that was good! Everything turned out okay.” I replied, “Yeah, you have to have fun sometimes when lucid.” We walked out the building together, and then I woke.

Mar 7, In this dream I became lucid because the man beside me had glowing red eyes (DILD). I asked to him to help me find my daughter, and in return I would give him my truck. I reached into my pocket, pulled out the keys and gave them to him, and I said, “The truck’s outside, it’s yours!” He graciously took the keys and left. I then woke into a false awakening (still lucid). I was holding my daughter in my arms, as my wife was talking to her. I told my daughter I loved her, and then I woke.

Mar 8, In this dream I was holding a wood carved jewellery box (Cuban made). We had actually been looking at these the day before in Havana. My dear mother in-law (passed Y2001) came up to me and said, “Ooh, what do you have there?” Boom, lucid again! She was very interested in the jewellery box, and she had a huge grin on her face. My wife was standing beside me, and I asked her, “Can you see your mom standing there?” My mother in-law instantly replied, “Of course she can see me!” I then woke.

Mar 9, In this dream I was coaching soccer. The field was covered in water, so I told the boys to swim to the far end of the field and touch the white line. The assistant coach became upset with my drill because the boys were supposed to be playing soccer, not swimming. I thought about what he said, and then I became lucid (DILD). I remembered my dream intent to meet up with my daughter, so I started to call her name. The water vanished from the field, and then I slipped into another dream where I was driving a Suburban down the main street of my home town. I lost lucidity. I saw my daughter walking down the road towards me holding a fishing rod. There was at least 10 fish dangling from the pickerel rig. I pulled over and asked my daughter where she caught them, and she replied, “Down the street at her friend’s house. We should go there!” I then woke.

Mar 10, Wake Back to Bed (WBTB) lucid dream. I entered this dream in a fully lucid state using tactile visualization during meditation. I was standing in a bungalow, and my son was sitting at the dining room table. He said, “Dad, have you seen the backyard yet?”, and I replied, “Not yet, but I’ll take a look!” I walked out backdoor and onto a concrete deck. The entire backyard was a gigantic fish pound, and it was surrounded by forest! Fish were jumping and sending small ripples across the mirrored, pond surface. I called for my daughter to come, and I instantly heard her giggling and talking to my son inside the bungalow. She then came out the backdoor and faced me with a huge smile and I said, “I’m lucid!”, and she replied, “Great dad, you finally got it!” My son then came outside and joined us. I gave my daughter a huge hug and told her I loved her. I then asked the kids how they were enjoying the Cuban vacation. My son looked totally confused and didn’t know what I was talking about, but my daughter knew. She said, “I’ve enjoyed it, but I’m getting really frustrated because nobody has given me a sip of their drink. I keep tapping people on the shoulder when they’re ordering drinks, but nobody feels it.” The dream quickly faded and I woke. The following day we ordered my daughter a Pina Colada for lunch (her favorite drink)! How could we forget?

I think imagination playing tricks on me.

When i lucid dream, i see the same city all the time. Same place. I can do whatever i want there. After few years experiance of the same place now i know where are all the parks, markets, shops are and which bus i should take to go somewhere. Thats really weird,i see same people,same gangs, where the poor ones live, where to hide if someone is chasing me and where is unsafe to go. The roads, forests are the same. Now it's been a while since i lucid dream being there, that's kinda sad

A welcome return of more wild & wacky dreams, night of the flashlight: flashlights everywhere. Nice detailed recall of a number of different scenes. Super vivid/bright/stable but only seconds-long LD to finish off the night.

2015-03-08

00:06 pre-bedtime. family drama, take 2mg melatonin to aid in getting to sleep

07:46 (maybe earlier wakings? Some recall from them? don't remember)

+ With members of religious group, the artifacts we want are down in the caverns. Going down into the caverns, we're actually on an expedition to the desert ruins. Two people step on an elevator pad about 2 meters long and barely 1 person thick wide, it starts descending into its well, I decide to hop on and hope I won't get stuck, I have to turn fully sideways in order to make it down (I think we'll come back up this way later?). Step off the pad and head down a hallway, encounter a sticky jello trap where some people are drowning in the jello, some are getting out, and I reach my hands forward and help pull people out. I say "I think this is here to trap the animals coming in from the outside."

In a crowded hardware store aisle that turns a 90-degree corner to the right, at first I think we'll need water bottles for the desert and look at a few, they're quite small. Then I'm looking at flashlights and trying to choose one. I'm concerned about the batteries they take because those pesky "C-cell' batteries are so hard to find. The flashlight I'm interested in looks to be a C-cell size. I'm hoping to find a D-cell flashlight. The one I'm looking at has a place for an odd rectangular-shaped battery, someone tells me "that's a D-minor battery".

+ I'm standing at the edge of a swiftly running large/deep river. I can see into the water clearly. At first some very large clumps of vegetation float by, I see many blades of grass waving about from the clumps as they quickly float past me (the river flows from my right to my left). Then I see some *really* big scary-looking fish swim past, and I scream at the top of my voice to my friends who are already in the river "THERE ARE GIANT FISH COMING! GIANT FISH!". I'm waiting for a moment when nothings swimming past so I can enter the river and float down. I see from the waterfall to my right (which is flowing in reverse: from below up to the top) that a group of white seals are coming past. I see one in front of me then I jump in the river and hope to hang on to the (friendly?) seal as a raft, but it avoids me.

I'm flowing down the river and I'm surrounded by these skittish/nervous really large white blobby "seals". As soon as I get right behind one or close to it it scoots away. We're heading towards a city? I see a very large gray hippo is now on my left, I pat it's "nose" and it nuzzles me with its huge head. I'm concerned that this thing could be TOO friendly and squash me. I scratch its face some more as we continue to float down the river.

+ I'm lying down in a some small long area like a camper at the top of a pile of (mattresses?) There are some small kids down below me (friendly or not, unsure). I have (or they hand me?) a large long, heavy, sniper rifle with two scopes: one near the handle (normal place), and one about 75% of the way down the barrel towards the tip. (There's someone outside the building I need to shoot?). The trigger/finger guard has lots of sharp little swoops on it. I'm trying to line up and use the sights. At first nothing, then I get the second line flipped up and I have a very close up view of someone on the other side of this room. I shoot him? Someone says "careful that thing can kill someone!"

+ Outside, some people are talking (man/woman?) that they need to turn on the ground water system. I'm in a 3-meter-on-a-side square earthen pit, and the pit starts filling quickly with water. Someone sinks under the surface and I grab his hands and pull him/her out. Then I pull out a flashlight and toss it out of the pit. I'm then looking for the flashlight I saved, and I find it's been opened and the batteries are missing. I'm trying to find out who did this and eventually someone admits (two different people?) that they each took one of the batteries.

I'm heading out to the remote post with salad, I'm carrying a tall pile of deep mixing bowls [WL I like to eat salad from huge mixing bowls], people are laughing at me for taking all these bowls but I say it's really convenient, great for mixing salads.

I'm outdoors it's dark/night scooting fast over ground on a powered office chair that moving me towards my remote outpost, the chair stops and I think it would be great if the chair could give me a ride all the way to where I'm going. I'm surveying the land in front of me, it's a large grassy valley dipping down in front of me then climbing up on the other side, there are (moonlight?) light patches and dark patches. I resolve to move in the dark patches to avoid discovery. Up ahead around a boulder I sense movement and think it's a threatening panther [day residue from DV thread on confronting scary DCs/animals] it moves really fast and I try to face it but it manages to flank me and get behind me, I keep turning and then notice that it's a man. I'm waving things between us to keep him at bay. I have a flashlight that's turned on and wave it at him like a lightsaber, he sort of smirks at me and pulls out a flashlight, I say s.l. "Oh so you have one, too." Then I'm with the guy in some store, he's a clerk selling some sort of women's make-up, the guys say I'll need it to get past the women further along the path, I realize the entire system is a scam to get you to buy things so you can travel without problems.

+ I'm sitting on a couch in a home, and TiZi as a small girl (face is quite accurate) comes up to me, I say "Hi, T!" and she says "Hi, <my name>!" and she comes and sits on my lap straddling me and we hold each other in a long, tight hug. I'm amazed she's this friendly. She says to me, "I love you!". I wonder what people will think if they come in with us in this position.

I stand up and see PZ (something about the objects in their home?). Then I see ToZ, I'm a bit surprised to see him his hair is now entirely white, we shake hands and say something.

later:
+ I'm in a utility room, my with face in front of the door of a front-loading clothes washing machine. There's a woman's blue blouse in there, and other clothing, I'm looking at the other items to make sure they won't color bleed in the wash, I say to the woman "it's OK, they're all pretty much blue".

In a crowded back room there are a bunch of people, including a guy who's in my way. Back to the other room, someone is calling out, "who lost their laptop?", there are small netbook/laptops placed here and there on a high narrow shelf that runs around the border of the room, none of them are mine and I know I didn't lose/leave it anywhere, so I say they're not mind. A guy shows me a pair of glasses that were lost: the left frame and lens are about half the size of the right side: o_O, very odd looking glasses, they're not mine.

+ In my grandparent's house [recognized after waking up], look down and see I'm naked,

Spoiler for 18+:

stuff my (ahem) in a girl's mouth for a BJ, after a few seconds I then lie her on the floor on her back and continue thrusting in to her face. It's vague without much sensation (not to mention sort of rude)

my sister enters the room and I stop.

+ getting a stroller put together for a trip, "where's the surprise snack?", "pick anything you like"

+ (LD #105) I walk out on to my childhood home deck, the geometry is not quite right. The railing has been removed (they're repairing it?). It is bright daytime. The ground/backyard is far below. I strongly feel like flying[DS], I recognize this as a dream sign, but everything is so detailed and vivid and bright and colorful, I'm a bit concerned about falling, so I do a few hops into the air to check gravity, and on the 2nd or 3rd one I notice I fall back down a bit too slowly to be awake, so I stand still and prepare a solid nose pinch, concentrate [I don't want any ambiguous results], hold my nose firmly shut, and I can breath, now I'm fully lucid, I eagerly step to the edge of the deck to my right, I see below on the ground all sorts of bright detailed plants, large white flowers, trees, and step out and start gliding with my arms spread wide. I'm really happy I got lucid: it's vivid, bright, beautiful, and completely stable, "I'M LUCID DREAMING!" I shout in joy, and instantly wake up… O_o

Went to bed at 8:45 Pm, and woke at 2:30 Am (WBTB). Stayed up for only for 5 minutes, which is not usual for me when doing Wake Back To Bed (WBTB), because I usually stay up for at least 45 minutes, but I was too tired. I decided to meditate while lying in bed on my back. I started to feel uncomfortable after about 15 mins, so I rolled onto my right side for another 15 mins, and then onto to my left side. Soon after I found myself in the altered state where your mind is awake and your body is asleep (even my hearing had stopped). The hypnagogic imagery was crystal clear. I saw a poster with lots of writing on it, but it disappeared before I could read it. People were gathering around me and talking.

The vibrations started, and I could hear electrostatic popping and sizzling. This was my queue to leap to my feet out of bed, leaving my body behind. I was expecting to end up in my bedroom, but instead I was in my childhood bedroom at my parent’s house. I immediately started to count, because this helps to stabilize the experience, and helps to keep my mind focussed. Off I went to try and find my daughter.

I ran down the stairs to the first floor, and into the living room. There was a transparent man standing there, and I ran right through him towards an older woman who was standing at the back door. I didn’t recognize the woman, so I continued past her to the back door. She then spoke in my dad’s voice and said, “No, don’t go out there, stay inside.” I turned around to face the woman, and I replied, “Okay, where’s my daughter?” She pointed towards a soccer ball size object that was morphing about 3 feet off the floor near the basement door, and she said in my dad’s voice, “Right over there!” It was very strange that this woman had my dad’s voice, so I asked her, “Who are you?”, and she replied, “I’m your dad.” I quickly stuttered, “But dad, you look like a woman?”, and dad said, “Yah, I know, but that’s just how it is.” By this point my daughter was almost materialized, and I got too excited, and instantly I was back in bed, consciously awake, with my body asleep.

Once again, the vibrations and the electrostatic popping and sizzling started, so I leapt from my bed to my feet. My bedroom looked so real, and felt so real, that I momentarily thought I had physically jumped out of my bed, but then I could see two transparent people standing in my room (definitely dreamin’), so I walked right through them and out my bedroom door. I then realized I was totally naked! Yikes! This is odd, because usually I have at least my gotchies on. I also still had my CPAP mask on, so I ripped it off my face. Top of my list was to find a blanket to wrap around me, so I went looking for one in my daughter’s room. I flicked the light switch on, but it didn’t work (of course), then I tried her lamp, same thing. The room magically became softly lit, and that’s when I noticed something was different with my daughter’s calendar. I sat on her bed to take a closer look.

At the end of each day my daughter would always draw a line diagonally through each calendar day, to mark its completion. She did this right up until she passed in 2013. In this OBE, the calendar looked different, because it was covered in brilliant green grass and red flowers. The diagonal line through each date was no longer present, but rather there were pictorials and hieroglyphics, right up until her passing date. I was totally enthralled with the amount of effort and detail that went into each day of the calendar. Very unexpectedly, I heard my daughter giggling beside me. She was lying under the covers in her bed. “Dad, every time I see you, you look older! It’s seems so strange.” She sat up in bed, leaned over, and gave me a huge hug. I replied to her, “Yeah, I’m getting older and older. Every day when I wake, I’m one day closer to being with you again.” She laughed and said, “Yeah, I know.” Then I said, “You still look the same, young and beautiful!”

Boom, back in bed again, consciously awake, with my body asleep. The vibrations started once again, and I tried to do a third exit, but no luck. I woke myself up and immediately voice recorded the amazing and memorable experience

I was at school. It was during the lesson. Suddenly, a courier arrived and told that has a parcel for me. I immediately unpacked it, and saw that there was a motorbike with welded two additional wheels. It was yellow with black parts. There were green letters composing hte name of it, but I can't recall them. There was also a scooter in the pack.

I went out of classroom. Suddenly I realised that it's a friday, and that due to some kind of teachers conferention we had no more lessons. With classmates and students from other classes we went upstairs. There was a one guy from my class, wearing grey blouse, dark grey trousers and sports shoes. He shouted to the other guy, and made a parkour stunts on the handrails.

We were all climbing up the stair way. It was gigantic, the size of a mountain. The stairs led to the stands where we could watch spectacles. I took a chair and sat on it in the halfway to the peek. There was a great, awe-inspiring view. I saw vast expanses of forest areas, mixed with school buildings, which looked like a small blot in the ocean of green. There were other mountains, far away on the horizon.

Suddenly I felt that someone punched me in my neck from behind. I saw that it was one of my classmates. He was wearing a blue hoody and jeans trousers. He thought it was funny, but told me that it was one of my pals who told him to do this. I immediately ran up to the peak. I felt strong pain in my back. Finally I got to the peak and saw some of the classmates sitting there. I saw him. He was wearing black t-shirt with grey jeans trousers. He was grinning mockingly. I charged at him, trying to hit him. He was defending himself, and we both landed on the ground, almost falling of the peak. He was stronger than me. In the last moment I kicked him in the face. It haven't had any effect on him, as if I did it without any force.

A minute later we were back in friendly terms. We were joking. I looked at the sky. It was dark, storm clouds were gathering. The wind started to raise in power. I decided to go to my last stand, rather than join other classmates. I left the classmates behind. I was moving slowly, and I heard the classmates laughing "Hahaha! Look at his legs! Look at his legs! I ignored them and moved on.

Looking at the foot of the mountain I saw hundreds of tents. They belonged to other students. I reached my stand, but then I deduced that with the current speed in which wind gathers strenght makes it dangerous to sleep in this height. I climbed down the mountain, and made my place in a nice valley, on the outskirts of the tent city created by students. It has started to rain. I looked around, and saw some outcasts standing with umbrellas. I thought that I should get back to the classmates over the peak, but I concluded it was better to stay where I was. I searched my backpack for a tent, but the only thing I found was a bag with leftovers after some kind of dish.

Then my vision goes back to my home in retrospection. I saw my mother talking with grandma. She asked How could you give him a bag with leftovers instead of the tent?

And then I'm back at the foot of the mountain. The strong wind took the bag with leftovers away. I took an umbrella and lied down on the ground. I was like one of the outcasts, without the tent, left alone in the rain.

During a non-lucid experience, I found a dream that was unfinish with a large void on the left end of the dream. I enter in it which causes the effects of DA. I slowly become lucid while still finding it very difficult to think. I kept going over the thought of manifest something I can perceive. Eventually it manifest what look to be the side of a door. I then quickly grab it and the dark void was gone. I was in a hallway with only numerous doors on each side. I was fully lucid now and had no problems thinking anymore.

The yellow door knob reflected what I currently look like which wasn't a appearance I was familiar with. Instead it was the appearance of a main character in I watch. I walk shortly around and chose one door. When I open it I found myself inside a nice living room. I look around and was beginning to recall that I was just dreaming this a couple of minutes ago, only then I was non-lucid. I don't think anyone was living here, it was very quiet and calming.

The house had no lights on except near the cabinets located near the front door. Majority of the furniture was dark brown wooded, this includes the mirror , the bed , the desk , counter , and the dressers. The walls had a slate blue color with the white doors with a few lines coming from the place. I really like it, I'd like to have a house exactly like this one day. I soon notice another door on my far left. I open the door to find myself inside a room.

My eyes had a very hard time focusing, it would shift around constantly with out my command. I then saw the large bed with white puffy blankets and pillow and said wow. I rub my hands on it and lay down for a short while to enjoy it. I got upand notice a doll on a near by desk. I pick the doll up and examine it. The doll had blonde hair and a white apron with a blue dress. I held it thinking it's been awhile since I've seen a doll. I kept it in my hand as I notice more objects like a dresser and a big mirror.

I look at the mirror and was stunned how perfecr my reflection was. It look exactly like me, the only difference was that I was wearing different home clothes and that my pupils in my eye were dilated. I could feel my head flowing with waves. I soon stated that for a dream it sure did a good job at creating all of this. I look at the doll to realize it had change to a doll that has never been tamper with. The customization that was once there is now gone.

I place it back to where I found it and saw a little photo of me on the desk counter. I pick it up and thought is this my place? It look like me in the picture but the place I'm at in the photo is not recognizable to me. I saw another dresser in the room and search what was inside. I then got a feeling I was being watch. I notice I never close the door that I use to enter in this room. I walk to the door and close it while locking it, just to be safe I said .

I then proceeded to looking through anything the dressers may contain. I saw a few bottle pills but before I could examine it, a person came right through the door. I quickly said that wasn't fair. The man was wearing a red zip up sweater which was left unzipped, with dark blue jeans. He had a clownish laugh and began lifting up a chair. It was at this point I knew I was dealing with a madman as he approach me. He grab my hand with force , I quickly use my other arm to grab another wooden chair near by.

I manage to break free from his grip. To where we soon began clashing the chairs we were holding in till the chairs were no more. It became more physical as we struggle to take one another out in till he stop. He began insulting me and shut the door. My eyes look around the room and notice the slated blue walls was now orange. The doll on the desk counter had left on it's own and was no where to be found. The fight took a bit out of me, I decided that I should lose lucidity afterwards. Lucidity Time: 12 minutes.

Ed, you old dog you!...my first full sexual encounter and at the seaside! Talking to your brain clearly works..although I didn't ask for this to be honest...

Nil points for my chat up line...basically, it seemed to be "what do you reckon?" The first recipient of my deathless prose was a large woman who seemed to have piercings. She apparently didn't reckon and became very loud and angry in her objections..a relief really because piercings are definitely not my thing.

The next lady certainly seemed to reckon and we peeled away in search of a suitably secluded area...down a dark alleyway, sharp turn right and up a bit to a grassy knoll...hold on...weren't we on a pier? We immediately got down to it...foreplay was clearly in line with my seduction techniques...non-existent. Then I made the mistake of looking down...

My member had full marks for length, but it was like a thin black tube. Presumably, as with hands, the brain just doesn't do any extremities very accurately (particularly length). The sex was disappointing...but then I've read that somewhere before. Don't take offence Ed, it's not your fault...you just need to get out more.

Then, as often happens in my dreams, I'm suddenly somewhere else and trying to get back to where I was before. (major D/S i.e. searching, lost, looking for something...then, aren't we all?) It should have been easy... down the alley, sharp right and up a bit but no...the scenery shifters have clearly been hard at work.

The rest of my dream involves me wandering aimlessly about. There are now multiple hillocks with trysting lovers atop...how does a pier hold all that dirt and grass? Finally I get to what I think was my grassy hillock and I peer upwards...but there seems to be a party going on up there...and I woke up

I'm not making this up...it was a clear dream (A good sign for me because it represents a step in the right direction.) I'm not that disappointed in the poor quality of the sex because I just know I'd get hooked and I have other priorities...and once again, thanks Ed you're a diamond and I'm glad I'm coupled-up to you...in the platonic sense of course...

I was walking outside in a neighborhood full of houses and all of the sudden the world I was in suddenly became underwater. I felt peaceful though. At the same time this beautiful song started playing in the background.


It was the exact same song but instead of the lyrics "Put your back into it" it was "Paint the world red and black"

At the same time the houses, buildings, and architecture dissolved into threads of black and red paint that danced around me in artistic graceful movements as I swam. It was incredibly beautiful and comforting. I was in bliss and felt so happy.

After the song ended I became lucid, the trigger was me realizing that I was breathing underwater.

I sank below into the darkness of the water and soon felt my feet hit a wooden floor. The water had somehow vanished and I was in an old home. It was a bit dark and lit with candles. I walked out the front door and saw my sister.

"Did you know I was dreaming this whole time?" I asked her.

She smiled and nodded reassuringly, walking down the road past where I was.

I yelled after her. "My keyword is...Asshole! Remember Asshole! (I couldnt think of anything but the first word that came to mind that would be easy to remember was asshole. Because it was shocking and 2 syllables.)
I hope that one day she tells me that I told her to remember this word in a dream...

I went back into the house and started dancing. I'm a pretty great solo dancer in the dream world. I was just mainly happy to be lucid again. It's been a long time. After a few minutes Ray walked into the room.

"I'm lucid Ray! Isn't this amazing?"

"Yes," he said. "Make sure to write this down."

Then I woke up instantly.

When I woke up a lot of the dream was lost. It was much longer than this and more detailed. So much of it left me when i woke up but I think I got the most important parts and I am so glad that I was able to do it again. I was starting to think I lost my ability..

Better...albeit just 2 small, mundane and slightly odd dreams recalled. Thanks Ed...you threw me a couple of bones.

My boss/teacher? (DS) tells me "look up dieters." ??? I scan through a large journal and apparently find some references. (D/S looking for something) I tell my boss/teacher...adding "It should have been entered in the index."

My boss (DS) and I are wrestling with a long roll of computer-printout paper. I mean really fighting... this paper must be made out of carbon fibre or something. Eventually I tear through the paper (where's the physics in that?) and he presumably falls backwards (if the physics is working at all) You know, I really felt as if I'd won a major disagreement...small victories.

I have a handful of dream signs and that's a good thing I think, because they invariably pop up and surely increase the chances of lucidity when conditions are right...which they're not at the moment.

Not much but thanks Ed...it shows you care.

Yay increasing length and recall, fairly epic set of dreams culminating in a DEI(Semi)LD chain of girl-fun

early (mostly clobbered by later):
+(f) climbing on rocks, avoiding invading army
+(f) moving through glass doors on sand-bars, army conflict?

mid:
+ floating down river with friends, it's a wide fast river and I'm concerned we will soon pass too far away from our base. We get out and there's a guy standing there, I pour hot chili paste into his eyes. I feel bad about this and let him do the same to me to get even, I'm standing in the water while he does it (he's happy to get back at me), I don't really feel any burning. Indoors climbing up a spiral staircase, I wonder how we're going to get the gasoline back to our base for our vehicles: clearly carrying it in open paper cups won't work, the gas will eat away at the cups and spill out.

We're walking back to base on a road, there's a large male lion walking with us, one foot is hobbled and I see it has a stuck/infected toe on that foot.

+ investment opportunity with girl, rip up application

In a room with people at desks, there's an attractive 20-ish girl who's taking applications for an investment opportunity with her. I start asking her questions about the details of the investment and she's very evasive. I'm demanding information and she gets hostile and says s.l. she doesn't want me to participate. I stand by a wall and rip up my application, slowly tearing my application papers into 1/2 inch vertical strips and putting them all in the garbage

late:
+ I'm in the boy scouts, we're outside preparing our packs for an overnight trip away from our main base camp. I say that I was always and only in the <R> patrol, I'm proud of this, I see JG there and remember [true] that he was also only an <R>, so I give him a high five. The troop leader says that due to popular consensus the overnight trip is cancelled, I'm bummed, maybe we'll do the trip later, I'm standing around small boulders and lifting up rocks?

I look down and I'm packing my overnight pack, I'm not taking everything, I see a yellow tube tent/ground cloth and think if it rains I could get just inside the tent without setting it up. I think then that that's silly, I should just string it up on a rope. But then I'll have to close the ends up so water doesn't run through, and I have no clothes pins.

Then I'm lying in a proper tent in the rain, I look up and see a drip drop down from a line on the middle of the tent, I look at it for a while to see if it will drip again but it doesn't.

My face is poking out of the head of the tent. I look at the fly netting and zip it down several times, but I'm not sure this will help against the rain. I'm lying on the ground and I'm observing closely the rivulets of water running down horizontally past the entrance to my tent: I should really dig proper rain trenches I think, as I watch the water flow by, almost entering my tent. I'm in my sleeping bag and sit up and pull up my pad and see that there is no floor to the tent, just dirt, I see that a flow of water cascades down into the tent slowly. I hunker down in my sleeping back and pull the mummy hood strings tight to pull the bad snugly against my head.

Someone says "JG is doing a grass sleep!" I look out and about 2 tents away indeed I see JG is just lying outside of a tent directly on the grass under some vines in the light rain. I make fun of him calling out and say s.l. "are you communing with the grass, and feeling the energy of the roots as they sink into the earth?!" He answers seriously, saying "Yes, I am."

+ I'm at a gas station with a van. There's an attractive, dignified middle-aged (blonde?) woman there who only speaks French asking if she can buy (something?) there. I try to dig up my French class memories and answer "Oui, vous pouvez acheter, ici" it takes me a while to remember "ici", I think of the <main foreign language> word first. I"m then helping her insert her bank card with the magnetic stripe into the card reader.

I look back over my shoulder and I see a 20ish young woman is standing at the back of my van with the back door up and is taking pictures of things in my van. I don't like this I know she is an enemy and go and confront her (and we argue?). Then my van is filled with enemies and they're driving off, I hop into the back area.

I fight my way through several rows to the front passenger seat, the van is stopped and my back is to the windshield and one by one I'm fighting and strongly shoving each enemy out of the open door. In the back I see my best friend MR, I call out to him "M, I'll deal with you last, I don't know what you're doing here with these guys!?".

One guy doesn't go out easily, he puts up a fight. He's just standing there in front of me, making jabbing motions at me. I realize he must be stabbing me with a small knife and I must be bleeding and he's waiting for me to collapse from blood loss. I get him out eventually.

I quickly move to the driver's seat, step on the gas, and pull a U-turn. I floor the gas and I see the enemies are running after the van trying to get back in, I have some open road though and I quickly leave them all behind. I'm driving through tree-less rolling suburban hills. At one point the road vanishes entirely and there's only rolling hills of grass before me.

I'm heading up a steep hill, and enter a very large steep parking lot heading up to a movie theater on top of the hill. There's a marquee sign that says something (forgot). I'm wondering if there's a gas station up there, and where I'm going to get money.

At the top there's a strip mall of 1-storey shops.

I'm in an indoor store, like a large hardware store. There's an attractive woman, I know she's looking for a phone number, I approach her and take her into my arms and kiss her, saying "Here's the number: 863…*kiss*…53…*kiss*….49…*kiss*." Nice kisses, lip-grabbing/pulling the way I like, dream fades…

…back in the dream, there's a man walking down an aisle observing displays made up of heavily decorated naked people, I'm standing in the back of the display looking out at the displays and this man. He's looking at a very decorated erect (penis?) and says "that's just perfect, no need to touch that." Gets vague around the other end of the aisle.

I'm walking along the end of the aisles, lots of people, I look to the left and see some girls down that aisle so I go right up to one and kiss her. She first leans her head really far over to her right, and opens her mouth really far and I kiss her (but only the sides of our mouths contact because hers is so far open). I pull back and pull off her shirt and the dream fades…

…back in the dream, I'm at the entrance to the store, there's a short, sort of plump, busty young woman heading for the exit. I walk up to her boldly (most likely semi-lucid since I have no inhibitions) and

Spoiler for sexy encounter:

grab her breasts, one in each hand, and begin squeezing/kneading them, and simultaneously pushing them around in a circular motion (right clockwise, left counter-clockwise). They are large and soft and pillowy, not really my preference, but still quite nice, I keep this squeezing/pushing circular motion going the entire remaining time. I do not lean in to kiss her because I want the encounter to be longer. I'm watching her face the entire time. She has dark hair, dark eyes, and a slightly Asian/Mexican look to her. At first she's mildly shocked and says "HEY, what are you….[doing?]" (She doesn't say the words in [braces], but it's what I imagine she means). I'm grinning at her with a devilish grin while my hands stay busy doing their thing, my face is only about a foot away from her's, and I've pushed her up against a table and she's sort of leaning sideways over the table. I'm looking directly into her eyes and her face the entire time. I see her expression soften, becoming resigned and somewhat accepting of what I'm doing, and she then says "…Oh, OK, you can….[do that]" in a calm voice. I then ask "Do you like this?" and she answers in a husky, sensual voice, "Oh, I LOVE it!"

…dream fades...

Morning of March 15, 2015. Sunday.



Although I feel somewhat as I do in reality with regard to some aspects of my dream journalism, I seem to be living back in the small squarish room on Loomis Street. There is a desk and large typewriter set up in the southeast corner. I am not quite sure of the dynamics of my living arrangement although I am at least somewhat aware of my present real-life status, including my wife and family, but am not lucid in any way. There is also no association with my relatives or older sister whose house it actually is in reality. The manual typewriter is about three times as high as the portable manual one I used to use in reality (mostly in Florida) and is a much older model; probably an Underwood from the 1920s.

I am aware of writing out at least three dreams in the typed summary format I used to do on plain white paper back when around ages eleven to seventeen (in addition to the far more detailed handwritten entries where I actually fit four lines of printed writing between two lines of notebook paper as well as usage of the additional miniature black binder for the index). (However, also in reality, there was a point where my mother had bought me a very large gold-colored box of expensive white paper which also featured a large watermark on each sheet, which seemed a bit odd to me, as it was just slightly too noticeable - almost like undesirable oil marks, thus I preferred the cheaper paper, though still used the other.)

As I am working and organizing a few things, an unknown younger female (about twenty) is in the room. I have no idea who she is or where she came from. She is dressed in old-fashioned clothes. She goes to my typewriter and takes all the blank paper I have left from the box. I complain about this but she eventually leaves the room, and heads out the back door. The stack of paper she takes is about an inch or more high.

When I go outside (in what would otherwise be the residential backyard on Loomis Street) it seems to suddenly be in the 1800s and it seems to be a farming community for the most part, though some generic wooden buildings flow off to my right to the horizon (like something out of “Gunsmoke”). I find myself calling the female insane (mostly only after the people do not respond to my reporting her as stealing from me) and that something has to be done. No one else believes she is a thief or has any issues even though it is clear that she does. I tell an older (unknown) male that the responsibility falls on him whenever she gets up to more mischief (there is a vague association with Salem possibly regarding the late 1600s though that is not very defined). They seem to not know what I am talking about at all yet I still rant on and on until I wake up. I do not know where the “paper thief” went; I only see different people at this point, mostly on the right of my perspective with the male I am yelling at to my left. Curiously, the idea that I have apparently traveled back in time does not even dawn on me in-dream at the time.