memorable

Dream - Lucid

I was now living in this huge old mansion. I was a new resident. It was like a smart house (if anyone's ever seen the Disney Original Movie "Smart House") where it knew its residents and whatnot. When you walked in the front door, you were in a small living area. There were chairs and couches to your right, and a fireplace to your left. On the wall above the fireplace was a small picture that looked like it had fallen onto the mantle. If you were not a resident and a resident had not announced their presence in the house (they literally had to say their name to the house; the house couldn't detect who the person was, but knew their voice and their name), the picture would rise up onto the wall, expand and you'd see that it looked like a huge painting of a man's who looked like Beethoven's face and bust. He would take on an angry expression, would glow electric blue for a second, and then shoot electric blue lasers out of his eyes at whoever was intruding and instantly kill them, turning them into a pile of dust on the floor.

I was in the car with my mom. She was driving, and I was sitting in the passenger's side seat. Someone else was sitting in one of the back seats, but I'm not sure who it was. We were going to meet up at the house I grew up in with a bunch of women from Dallas and I's wedding: My bridesmaids, mother-in-law, etc. Everyone was going to wear the bridesmaids' dresses that I had my bridesmaids wear. I didn't want to go. Not at all. We were going to be out late, and I didn't want to. I kept thinking about the next day and how I was going to the beach with my mom and dad, but I kept going back and forth on that one, thinking maybe I wouldn't go, but then deciding that I wanted to go because it was the beach.

Anyway, so in the car, we were painting our nails. They had to be a certain color, brown, because all the ladies at the get together were doing it. I had a base coat of chipped purple nail polish on my toes already, but re-did the ones that were really chipped. My big toe on my right foot had some very chipped polish on it. I touched it with my finger, and it rubbed right off. Guess I needed to redo that one as well. I asked my mom to give me a base coat, except for I called it a "top coat", and she gave me some hot pink sparkly nail polish. I had expected her to hand me some clear polish. Apparently, you could pretty much use any color as a base coat. I started to use it. There was a lot of polish bottles around me now, the colors I remember being sparkly white, the sparkly hot pink my mom gave me, and a dark purple. I was using all the colors to paint my toenails with their base coat. At one point, I was using my finger instead of a brush. I was then painting either my nails or my finger nails now using what I thought was brown, at least it looked brown to me, but I was actually using the dark purple. I then noticed that it looked like a lighter brown with a shimmer because of the purple.

There was also this bottle of off-white sparkly nail polish that looked like it had some red or pink in it from dipping the wrong brush into it. It got dumped out the window, my window, either by my mom or the other person in the car.
"Don't do that! You're wasting it!" I said.

My brother's fiance' then called me. She seemed a little irritated.
"What time?" she asked.
"7:30," I replied.
"It's until 7:30!?" she then asked, thinking that she was going to miss it.
"No, it starts at 7:30," I replied.
"Oh, ok," she said. She then hung up.

Then, we were at my new house, the mansion. Apparently, someone in the party wanted to see it. We would only be there for a little bit. We were then in the house, and I was standing on one of the chairs across from the fire place. No one that was with me went past the point of no return. I had also, for some reason, not yet announced my presence. A group of other people then came in. First, a girl who looked kind of dorky/like a girl scout came in, followed by a group of people who just wanted to see the mansion. Oh shit. They were all casually walking towards the point of no return. Some then started to pass it, angering the picture. It came to life and started to zap them with its laser eye beams. It sounded like photon torpedoes from Star Trek: The Original Series. Many people turned to dust on the floor, and the people behind them kept walking like nothing was happening! What the fuck! I was yelling at them to stop, but no one was listening. They eventually got zapped too; this thing didn't miss a beat. I noticed one of my bridesmaids was about to pass the point, and I told her not to, and she stopped and backed off. She was a girl I don't know IWL. She was quite tall and had on a long, blue and white tie-dyed flowy summer dress.

The house then was raging because so many people had tried to breach the security. These holographic-but-real giant blue bowling balls started to bounce towards us. I was knocking them back and protecting myself from getting hit. They felt heavy, but not as hard as bowling balls. This went on for awhile. When it ended, my dad, who was apparently there, jumped in front of the fire place in a volley ball bumping stance, like he was ready to take on more bowling balls.

I then looked out a window to my right that went outside, and saw the holographic-but-real guard dog, who was a little beagle. He was sitting under an overhang chewing on too-ripe bananas. They would pop out of their skin from one of their ends and splatter on the ground. I peeked around to see the splatter, which was just out of my sight, and saw the splatter was black. Weird. It had something to do with the trespassers, like a kind of threat or something. I then started to call the dog, seeing if I could get a voice recognition on my name.
"Hey! It's Krista Glory!" I said to the dog a few times.
He didn't hear me though. I "remembered" when I had told the house my name and the dog would appear and run up to me and be excited to see me. This dog must be set on some sort of mode to where he couldn't hear me or was programmed to ignore everything except for the security breach.

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I woke up and wondered where "Krista Glory" came from (my last name is NOT Glory and never has been IWL). Yay dream logic. I love it. XD

It's been a while since I've put up an entry and I think it's time to make the decision wether maintaining this DJ is archievable and still nescesarry or if I can do it in a less intense way. I found myself using up most of the time after school doing work or just relaxing and seem to have lost the motivation to write down my dreams in detail up here. I still note them in my tag-book which is sufficient at keeping my DR high (+-4 dreams a night) and I seem to have found my golden technique after more than 3 months of non-stop research, testing and tweaking. It seems my work here is done and if I keep practising I will probably archieve atleast several lucids per night with this technique. I will probably post all my LDs on this forum so I can do the TOTM stuff and all, I just don't know if I will do it the day itself or at the end of the week in a large overview entry.

I plan on writing a tutorial of the technique on here in the future but for now a small description is:

1. Set alarm to wake you up after 6 hours of sleep.
2. Relax and use this sleepy state you're in to auto-suggest waking up after every dream for the remaining 2 hours of sleep. (That is if you have to wake up for work or school after a night of 8 hours.)
3. You will probably wake up atleast 6 times in the following 2 hours which gives plenty of room for trial and error.
4. Use every natural awakening to use a seperation technique of your liking (inducing vibrations, rotation or just any movement you can think of while your body remains still.), personally I think of a song I like and after some time I feel my body pulsating with the rythem of the music in my head. This also helps me stay awake in this drowsy state.
5. Once the pulses become very noticable I know I'm actually asleep but still in my real body.
6. At this point I think of rolling out of my bed not using any muscles, this should be extremely easy and you will probably know if you're rolling for real or if you're just rolling your dream body. (If you move your dream body you won't feel any resistance from your sheets laying on top of you.
7. Next step: brace for impact, believe it or not but the first time I did this I actually thought I fell out of my bed for real. I was in my room sitting on the ground next to my bed, it was dark and my head was hurting but a nose plug RC confirmed I was in a dream.


I've had 2 chances of doing this technique and both were succesfull, my main problem now is usually falling asleep in time so I have atleast 5 hours of prior sleep. If I have trouble falling asleep and lay awake for 2 hours I cancel the attempt and make sure I get enough sleep for the next day.

You should always prioritise your health above anything, even lucid dreaming!


I'd like to thank everyone who has supported me (replying to the DJ, giving advice and just being friendly) in my lucid comeback, the last 3 months will remain a very important turning point for the rest of my life.

(9/4/14)

I'm standing in an old fashioned kitchen that looks like it was build in the 20s. In front of me on the counter are two knives lying side by side; one fat like a butcher knife, the other thin and small like a vegetable knife. I'm dressed in a pale, floral print dress as if I'm from the 20s too and all the colors in the room are washed out under the weak overhead light. Everything except the knives which glean bright and metallic from their spots on the counter. Slowly, I reach forward to pick up the butcher knife as though I'm not sure what I'm doing or why I'm here. And really, I'm not. But before I can grasp the cool metal in my palm a noise from my right distracts me.

I spin quickly to face the sound and find Colin Ferguson (Eureka 2006) standing in my dining room on the far side of the table. Normally, I'm sure I would be absolutely stoked to have Colin Ferguson alone in my home, but the expression he's wearing says he's not here for coffee and sex. Rather, the look he's giving me says he has every intention to kill.

He steps quickly, around the table, and directly toward me but I counter by scuttling sideways in an effort to keep the table between us, the knives now completely forgotten where they lay. He pauses, and his anger deepens as he realizes that I'm avoiding him. Then he tries, once more, to step around the table and I, once more, move to keep it between us. We continue this charade, back and forth, several times, and I know that this will never end. Frantically, I try to think of what I did to get Colin Ferguson so mad at me and I can't, for the life of me, think of what I could have done. Just yesterday my life was so boring, so normal, so...

I freeze and on the other side of the table, Colin Ferguson does too. He doesn't understand what I'm doing and I think he's worried I've got some sort of plan. I don't have a plan, but it's just occurred to me that my life is never this exciting. My life is mundane, normal, and never in a million years would I be in a situation where a celebrity is trying to kill me. There's no other explanation--this must be a dream.

As soon as the thought hits me, I'm lucid. I can hardly believe it! I take a deep breath and look around the room in wonder. It's taken me so long and, finally, here I am! I want to jump up and down for joy but from across the table Colin Ferguson has figured out that I've forgotten he's even there and that doesn't please him. With new gusto he makes to move around the table, his anger radiating from him like some sort of aura of death.

In a panic, my dream looses some clarity and dims back to the muted colors it was before, but I'm still lucid and I remember something that Canis Lupis and Ophelia Blue mentioned in the podcast about what to do when your dream characters are trying to kill you. Concentrating as hard as I can, I tell myself the Colin Ferguson is only rushing around the table so that he can give me the best hug of my life because he's my best friend and I love him. It takes a moment, but I manage to turn my feelings of absolute terror into feelings of tentative love and I open my arms wide to him as he rounds the final corner of the table and powers straight into my embrace. The hug is weak, and Colin Ferguson's expression is still one of complete and utter hatred and death, but he's hugging me and I'm not dead! But then I think about how just a moment before, he was wearing that same expression and trying to ensure my certain demise and I wonder if this hug wasn't a bad idea after all. It's only a flicker, but in the millisecond that that thought occurs, the fear is back and I know Colin Ferguson felt it and I spoiled everything.

He pulls away from our embrace at the same time I do, but I'm slightly faster and, with all the strength I can muster, I plant my palms on his chest and shove. He stumbles backwards giving me a few precious seconds, and I spin around to face the giant, pane glass window that's in the wall behind me. It's a nice window, probably my favorite one in the hole of my imaginary home, but I know I have no other choice as I sprint as fast as I can over the ten feet to that window, Colin Ferguson less than two steps behind me. I've never flown in my dreams before, but I hope I'm a natural because once I hit that glass, the ground is long way down. Pushing through the last few steps, I lift my forearm to protect my face and throw myself through the delicate panes...
and wake up in bed.

This is an interesting dream because I have been to this dream location before, and experienced many of the same feelings. I am in a city, I am in the older part of the city, in a place where the main road makes a T down the original main street of this town. Next to the intersection is an open field surrounded by kitschy tourist shops and a couple of mom and pop restaurants where the price of coffee hasn't changed since 1971. The old waitresses hangout outside the places in their starched aprons and "Flo" hats, smoking cigarettes and chatting about the past, how wonderful it was, how the times have changed. The times have changed, the city has moved on, sometime in the late 90's all of the business moved further down the freeway into a new part of the city, leaving these people and their memories relics of a past not quite too old to remember. I am there on a college trip, we are doing anthropologic studies. My husband is with me. I go and interview the people at the restaurant right at the T shaped crossroads. There are Splintering Wagon Wheels framing the ponderosa style deck, the restaurant hasn't seen a face lift since 1986. If you look down the old main street you can see a row of shops, grand windows now empty, now webby and dusty, some cracked some boarded. The local I am interviewing sighs * "It wasn't always like this, this was the place to be until about 1998, and then everything moved further down to the city. This place was a paradise, an escape in the summer for the high school kids, back in the 70's they would fill up the park and the bandstand, laying out in their bathing suits and spending their money at the shops. At Christmas the shop windows were filled with gifts and Christmas displays, people would line up and walk around the block just to see them all"- my interviewee look sad, reminiscing about a past that will never come back. He shows me a picture in a very 80's frame hanging on his restaurant wall, it is a picture of Christmas Eve, a huge "Macys day - esque" parade is going down the street, there are announcers on a float. People are crowding into the streets, bundled up in moon boots and hats with fuzzy balls adoring the tops. It is all so real, I remember people looking like this when I was a kid, the details are amazing, the children are in snowsuits with alligator clips on their mittens, there are balloons being handed out but they only float half high because of the cold. Then the picture comes alive like one of those pictures in Harry Potter, He is narrating the whole time - "Important people came to see the festivities, everyone was here- even Hollywood Stars watched them. I see Woody Allen step into the street holding his daughters hand (I realize in my conscience mind that he will marry her someday, and I think about how gross that is) I see his wife looking annoyed and rushed as they cross the street. The picture stops moving. I realize at this point that even though I am watching all of this, i ma actually pulling most of my information about this place and it's past from some sort of memory, being either my own or a collective one I have tapped into. I feel a sadness of the place that lost it's greatness, for the memories that were trapped there like a ghostly echo bouncing off of empty glass windows, moving though deserted diners and dying in the whispery grass where loud amazing summers had boomed through the field. I had a final thought : "I just experienced something amazing, I think I saw through someone else's memory." Then I slipped seamlessly back into the story line and had another dream about a friend falling in love with me, we lived in a crazy apartment complex where natural disaster had flooded it and broken it apart. I had a courtyard with a fountain that lit up. He told me he was in love, I said No, I am married, he took me on a bus and started driving like a maniac- I told him to let me off and he did. I felt bad because his sister was still on the bus with him. I went and told my husband about it. The dream ended and began a new one where I the details are so fuzzy now I can't piece them together.

Haven't posted in so long. A week or so ago, I almost panicked when I opened the program I use for my DJ, and it gave me an option to start a new dream journal, or open an existing one. Thank goodness that there was a back up, otherwise there would be over 1,000+ entries gone forever. I mean, there's this DJ, but I can't be bothered to store the content here into some other file format that won't have me pulling my hair.

06.09.2014

Pearl Necklace Placed In The Drawer (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I’m inside of a kitchen that’s akin to the one in real life, and I noticed that a familiar face at work is there fiddling around with something. She’s the perfect replica of the lady with the old visage and slightly frail body composition. She’s wearing a shirt that has blue, white, and red bled into each other, most likely what she wore to show national spirit at times, I guess.

The kitchen in this dream was so real that it threw me off completely on whether or not I would be lucid at some point in the dream. Most of the area except the kitchen was fairly dark, or maybe my peripheral vision implied in the dream state was too blurry, thus enticing me to fixate my awareness to this specific location.

There’s a fairly large transparent bag made of hard plastic, but I can’t recall what’s actually in there. I figured that with the type of material the bag is composed of, there were some elements of ice; so maybe some kind of dessert or cold items were stored there to sustain their temperature. I had an urge to take out some of the material within the ice, and with how I felt somewhat hungry in the dream, I’d assume the material was edible.

She (let’s use “Nan” for distinction) proceeds to fiddle around some more with the bag, but not the content in it. I move the slightly huge bag around, and find felt something was odd about it. There was a slightly weird smell from the sink where the bag resides, and I immediately move the bag upwards to see what’s on the bottom.

The moment I move it up, there’s maybe 2-3 creatures that look like white versions of slugs, or some kind of parasitic creatures with weird antennae like ears going diagonally from the frontal region of their heads. My lack of appetite for whatever content was in the bag augmented tremendously, and I had some weird feeling in my stomach.

It was a sensation as if I was going to puke, or just cough in expression of disgust. I don’t know when the next experience occurs, but it had to be within this same experience I recalled just now.

Nan continues to exist in a way that looks as if she’s a living, breathing, and sentient dream character with her own capability of doing whatever is on her mind, or whatever unconscious predispositions and beliefs I may have about her in general. She barely utters a word, and mostly expresses herself through body language and hand motions.

I pay attention to her eyes, noticing that same look that feigns a sense of authority. She shifts her eyes downwards, and I proceed to do the same along with my face. She points to her wrist, and she finally makes a declaration that this is her pearl necklace that she’s about to give to me. I’m in slight shock as to why she would offer me something that looks so valuable, but she doesn’t communicate to me verbally after that.

She merely opens a drawer, and puts the pearl necklace, and closes it shut. Before she did this, I noticed the necklace had a few missing pieces, or maybe the string was too long to contain the few white pearls.

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06.09.2014

Shooting, But To No Avail (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I’m clearly in a warzone in an area that has a Call of Duty: Modern Warfare Reflex-esque feeling to it. The overall color scheme consists of bright muddy colors, and some bright colors such as yellow mixed in with that as well.

I’m not too sure of the weapon I’m carrying, but it seems to be one where I can fire hundreds of shots pretty quickly. I’m not really concerned on having to reload seeing how I’m going through an onslaught of soldiers that literally look like lo-polygon game entities. From their faceted look in general, and the blurry and blotchy textures applied to them, it all felt like I was just playing a run-down version of a game that probably would have better graphics with next-gen consoles.

I can’t really presume if I exist in a dream body that represents me, but I do feel sensations of walking, running, crouching, and things like that throughout the dream. I’m aimlessly going nowhere but forward, mowing down what appears to be enemies. Some of them just won’t die, no matter how much I aim at certain locations that would guarantee some kind of kill, or knockdown.

I seemed to be in a state of no emotions, and just shifting in and out of spectator mode, and a third person view angle where the camera would be behind the individual in focus. I get a little irritated every now and then, and whenever enemies shoot me, I get weird vibrations around my body, and if I seem to be taking too much “damage,” things get a little blurry, and some weird spatters of liquid come up; probably to signify the potential of blood loss, even though there wasn’t any red to begin with.

There was one soldier that seemed to give me a hard time even though he was only 3-4 feet away from me. I have my back braced against a wall to the right side of this region that seems to have a dark brown road with gray sidewalks in each side that’s gradually going uphill.

I take advantage of the fact that I can see their movements because I shift around spectator view, and a third person point of view, and I time my attacks the moment I see them having a delay in their shooting. I manage to pick off some soldiers, but while doing that, I tried putting in some bullets to the soldier in this very dark blue camo outfit. He has some kind of weird shaped helmet that would be shaped like a D-pad you’d find in a Wii Remote for example, except it’s much more extruded, and blockier, but there is some smoothing on the edges.

I can hear the loud and rapid gunshots, and I can gradually feel myself getting enraged at how this guy isn’t being taken down. And whenever he tries to shoot me, it seems as if I could be affected, but I’m really not.

I’m not sure if I took care of him at all, but I do know I took care of a lot of dream characters.

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06.09.2014

2D Side Scroller Fantasy Sword Slashing Game (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I’m clearly playing a game, and I’m too lazy to go to great lengths in explaining the content, so I’ll be as concise as I can.


- I’m playing as a female; blonde, long hair, chibi-like with an apricot colored visage. She’s wearing some elongated white top that extends to the middle of her upper thighs with some black latex/bodysuit that covers her entire torso and legs


- She seems to be proficient with two golden swords, and a brown bow and arrow weapon set as well.



- The area seems to be somewhere that has large gray statues in ruins, and general buildings in ruins as well. There’s grass forming around these structures, and the character is running the other way instead of the typical left to right movement you’d find in a side scroller 2D game.


- She’s finishing enemies off with ease, and seems to have completely mastery of when to use the bow and arrow, and when to get close and personal with her two golden swords (or maybe it was one; she could’ve slashed so fast that I presumed she had two).


- No one is going to stop this female from wherever she’s fixated in arriving to. I’d even presume this is some kind of chibi version of Marta from Tales of Symphonia 2: Dawn of the New World

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Except it’s not really like her at all from head to toe, just the costume and accessories seem slightly similar.

I was floating in a red void in the 3rd person with a giant iron man in front of me. This dream was recurring, and for some reason I thought it was a nightmare, so I'd become lucid at this time, although I'd usually wake up as I did not know what you could do with lucid dreams. If I remained asleep, the giant iron man would punch me and I would begin to tumble and float to the right. I'd pass a few random objects and some sort of moaning cartoon characters before landing on a gray floor. I would see a black ghost/spectre thing, and I'd wake up a few seconds later.

If you would like to see the dream, watch this video:

I really had the cards stacked for a lucid last night. Went to bed at 9:30, attempted 3 WBTBs, all of them failures, and lets not forget the brute force autosuggestion.

I can recall some dream where I in photoshop was retouching a photo of some beautiful woman standing on the beach at sunset.

I can recall that there had been a house developed in the soccer feild by the middle school. I later discovered that, In fact there were a couple of small buildings homes connected by a dirt path. I was walking around them looking for my bike or something.
I thought that the houses were abandoned, or waiting to be bought, but I eventually I found that there was a big group of people having a party inside one of the houses. A few of them came outside and nagged me about being on their property.

But by far the best of what I can recall was a dream about a post-apocalyptic world. Me, A and some of my other friends were a part of a mech fighting corps. In this corps, there were squads of 5-10 pilots. Missions were often very difficult so an entire squad was needed. Also, every squad had a matching emblem and a unique coloration to their squad.
Our squad, I think had a skull and crossbones emblem, and we all used an ice-blue digital camo best suited to missions in arctic. In fact, I think our squad had a reputation for our effectiveness in tundra and arctic missions.
We geared up for our mission in a huge hangar bay. My mech was actually out for repairs, after having taken heavy damage on our last mission. A was injured and unable to pilot his. so I had to pilot A's mech. Our squad was deployed to a foggy mountain valley area, and from what I can recall it was only me and S, piloting his own mech. S was also the commander of our squad.
I think that our last mission had involved heavy losses on the part of the squad, many of our members had been killed and/or had their mechs destroyed. But the nation we were working for was deploying the two of us out of desperation.
I can recall our mechs walked for some time. A's mech that I was piloting was a medium weight design that could 'run'. It had huge missile racks on either side and two machine guns for back up. I can recall the machine guns were designed for long missions and had a large ammo stockades mounted on them. I was grumbling a little about the design choices in his mech, having been more used to my own custom design.
We arrived at the rendezvous point. My view went into a 3rd person chase cam, like I was playing a video game. We were in a mountainous region with huge boulders and steep cliffs creating a maze of passages. There were rivers in the canyons, but they were shallow enough that our mechs could easily traverse them. It was foggy and visibility was low.
Our mission is to defend a vital communication outpost from enemy forces. The outpost is a huge satellite dish based atop one of the mountains. There is also a large derelict concrete pyramid that used to function as a base and and had room for a single mech inside. I had 'flashbacks' to the early days of the war. Before entire squads of mechs were common. I had been one of the very first pilots, and I had been stationed at that pyramid structure.
S went inside of it and explained that the concrete channeled his radar and he would be able to easily pick up incoming enemies.
"You got two scouts coming from the east!"
"We just got here!"
I turn. The enemy has very simplistic mechs. I get the feeling their technology must not be as advanced as ours. I open fire, testing the weapon systems on A's mech. I make a note that the rocket pods do not carry much ammunition. Their armor sucks too, I tear them both apart with a few good hits.
S calls out more enemies coming from another direction. I turn and see what I 'remember' being called accelerator tanks. They are large four wheeled vechiles with their wheels on long struts that can bend and compress thanks to springs and joints. They are designed to go fast, even in rugged environments like this. They do not however have very powerful weapons or thick armor. I dispatch them rather easily as well.
S calls out more enemies. I turn back the way the first group came and see both enemy mechs and more accelerator tanks. I unleash a hail of missiles thinking this is their main force and take them down just as they come over a nearby hill.
"Uh... we've got a problem..."
I turn and look. Cresting a hill nearby are about three dozen enemy mechs and several more accelerator tanks. They open fire. I run behind the pyramid and S backs out of the hangar bay. His mech has some type of mortar weapon. Using the pyramid for cover, we are able to hold our own. The enemy is advancing on us, but just as it looks like we are about to turn the tide, there is a blinding flash of light and a huge explosion, knocking my mech over.
I turn to see where S's mech once stood there is now just a pair of mechanical legs with burning stump atop them. A glowing plasma trail highlights the air. I follow it to see an advanced enemy mech, a huge six legged beast, painted all black with a massive rail gun mounted on top.
My mech gets up and the rail gun resets and prepares to kill me. I'm already pinned by the enemy squad we were fighting, and am pretty much doomed to die by the hands of this enemy.
Just as he is about to fire, an artillery round strikes him, causing him to miss. An allied squad of 8 or 9 custom mechs from our nation enters the fray. This squad has a red and orange camo and uses a yellow falcon with a gun in it's talons as their emblem. This is another squad, one that I 'remembered' being very famous. The commander of the comes on the radio, who I think was a female, and asks if I could use a hand with these guys. Of course, I say yes.
What followed was a full on battle. Now I'll admit that the dream up until this point was pretty cool. But a 10v100 battle in ten story combat mechs. What could be cooler?! The battle was insane, and this red squadron is really good. Some of their mechs have these advanced laser weapons that are cleaving the enemy mechs in half and cutting their legs off and such. I am more than holding my own though, using the machine guns to take out as many as I can. I think I may have started to get too overly excited after awhile. I can remember the dream fading out to a chaotic crossfire of machine guns, rockets and lasers.

YES! I went back to sleep (considering it's saturday and didn't have to do anything) and more dreams happened. (Didn't consider exactly how much dreams or the richness of their content much still I started recording them here).

I didn't do any technique, this just happened. But I will say I was praying, and part of my prayer I had asked for better dreams and Lucid dreams. Also my room feels 10 times lighter since I got rid of the sonic doll. So now seems it was granted pretty much straight away! (Jesus Christ is awesome) So I really am grateful. Thought I should record it soon as possible and I guess this is where I write everything for now.

I was at my old neighborhood talking with a friend use to know there, and I was looking at the sun and noticed it looked a bit different. And I say jokingly hey the sun looks like a portal. He looked at it, and it started opening like a portal. My friend was amazed by what happened next was kind of kool. It basically started moving more and more, and it was like a vehicle in the yard I can't explain how it transformed but eventually it was like shooting bullets. I started to flee from it, as it had turned basically into a some sort of battle tank. Then it was coming towards us, and I thought it's definitely going to shoot us now.

(other details of dream but no time to explain everything)
Since this was a very strange dream, I went sort of into lucid mode right here, and thought, okay, lets make this into a car chase. And I started looking for a car to drive (seem to do this a lot, my dream self is obsessed with car racing). I went to go in this really poor 1960s car for a joke, but when I got in, it had no steering wheel. So I thought ok screw that. I couldn't really find any car that I liked. So I simply created one. Some blue really rockin car.

With the tank behind me, I started making buttons in the car, to shoot out bullets out the back lol. And I had fun with that for a while, this thing wasn't really any match for me when I was Lucid. I think it's the same spirit that attacked me in my last dreams. Then I saw the brisbane river and I was going pretty fast and this is when the dream turned into an explosion of realism, I turned my car into a flying device with another button, and started drifting over the river, by this time whatever was attacking me in my dreams (through the tank sun thing) it had faded away as my clarity had increased. I now was in awe of the river, the city in general, looked so beautiful, and I was trying to examine the scenery while I was flying through the air. Sometimes I fly without anything, but since I had turned my car into basically a flying machine I was going extremely fast almost like a plane. It was pretty amazing as I could see things way more clear than in real life, every detail of the buildings, the lights, the water, that free feeling you get when your in total clarity in a dream. I considered it was time to start experimenting or to verify something in this place. So I started looking over everything in the city, for things in the dream to see if I could verify some information. I went over to a football field and noted a game being played out. I can't remember the score of the game but the ball came my way, and I threw it back, and the referee said, see it's people like that we need to thank, (lol dont know ). Then I think with the beauty of everything that I became distracted in trying to verify some information I could bring back or something, and I had started recording lotto numbers, on a screen not that i expectedIto win lotto was actually trying to get results that already had come up) thinking that if I wrote the 6 numbers or so down I could verify that I had obtained some information. After writing them for a bit I thought this is pointless, I should be seeking God directly, so I stopped and sought out a different plan, for some reason this guy started irritating me, I don't know why but I punched him. His friend said, if I were you I would go fight him. I thought maybe this is good boxing practice, so I started boxing with him, which was kind of fun for a while, I wanted to do other stuff but the dream had ended. I think I lost my Lucid ability to go further because I did something inappropriate.

(notes: First mistake, trying to verify information in dream in wrong way. Does not work to go looking for things in the way that I did, that's not what that dream dimension is for and it seems to lead to chaos. Secondly too violent, almost to the point of bullying a dream character. I think if I reflect on these mistakes, I can get better success next time, as I'm still learning and all my faults come out in my dreams which I wouldn't otherwise know about. It's also interesting to see a pattern of attack in my dream, which i don't think comes from me, but it real demonic force involved fighting me in the actual dream world)

That's all for now.

I had a really loooong WBTB. I went to bed probably 1am, then woke up at about 7am and didn't go back to sleep until 11:30ish! I tried everything to go back to sleep: incubating dreams, relaxation techniques, clearing my mind, filling my mind, solo sexy time.. nothin. Finally Danny came back from working out and took a shower, and as soon as he left the room after his shower, I began to drift off and felt some vibrations.

As the vibrations cycled a couple times, I let the HH version of a fish bite my hands. I felt like it was anchoring me for some reason. Anyway, I started out in my bed lucid as usual, and thought right away of the toilet task. So I went to the master bathroom, and lifted the lid. There was a little pee and bit of toilet paper in there, np I'll just flush it. Then I lifted the rim, and there was some pee on it as well, so I took some tp and wiped it off and flushed it. But then it started backing up, and a TON of poop was coming up. I thought of grabbing the plunger, but I was like "I'm not wasting lucid time on this. Even if I plunge it, I'm not going down there now." So I walked back into the bedroom, trying for the life of me to recall the other tasks, but I just couldn't. So I messed with my masculinity for a few minutes then woke up.

Fortunately, I felt like I could go right back to sleep. So as I was drifting off and feeling the vibrations again, I thought real hard and recalled Robin Williams, fortune cookie, and Patronus tasks. I let the HH version of my cat Gibby bite my hand this time as I transitioned. (I'm trying to play with forming HH stuff so I don't have to rely on vibrations). Anyway, started out in my room again lucid, struggled with the blankets a bit with a sleeping Gibby on the bed. I got up and don't recall how I got to the living room, or some room. It was filled with toys and crap. I picked up something that looked like a long, thin cone. I thought it would work as a magic wand. As I was deliberating over it, I noticed an unsavory shadowy figure in the room. I decided to test a Patronus on him. I aimed the wand at him and yelled "Expecto Patronum!" fully expecting a Dragon Patronus like I wanted. Nothin. I need to have a happy thought too, along with the expectation. It is EXPECTo Patronum, after all. I did it again, louder, and thinking of a certain someone (KM) from college. A bunch of silvery-purple sparkles appeared in the air just in front of my wand, then dropped to the floor. I thought they were about to condense and form some animal Patronus. But all they did was turn into an army of He-man toys that started coming at me haha! I ran across the room and tried again, louder, with an even stronger feeling in my heart along with the memory of KM. I mean I SCREAMED the incantation. A silvery-purple outline of a large animal formed, studded with silvery-purple sparkles. It got denser until it took on the shape of silvery-purple cloudlike Unicorn! A UNICORN!!! Best little girl fantasy ever!!!

It was galloping toward me as it was becoming more corporeal. I just held out my arms because I wanted to pet it and hug it sooooooooo bad, but then she vanished. And I woke up.

I started drifting off again, but immediately went into a nonlucid where I was walking down the street outside in broad daylight. I got to our house and there was a huge Christmas tree in the front yard. It had a candycane like ornament on it, and I broke off a long piece, thinking that it would be good to use for the Patronus task again. I started questioning if I was dreaming, but I just wasn't 100% sure. I went into the house and tried the spell again anyway, because I wanted my unicorn lol. As I was trying and trying, I suddenly heard my son Chris in another room, saying "HAHA who's screaming Harry Potter quotes around the house?!" I was so embarrassed, was I doing this iwl? I ran into the hall bathroom and stood up on the toilet as I could hear my son barreling down the hall. I thought I would just scare the crap out of him once he walked by, which I did, and he dropped a bunch of fast food and ran off lol. I went back to the hall and walked until I ended up in the family room, and there was another christmas tree. Whaaaaat? It's not christmas. Lucid! I decided to give up the Patronus totm for now since I already did it, and thought of the fortune cookie totm. I recalled that Chris has some fast food, so I went into the kitchen, saying to myself "I'm going to look in one of the boxes of left over Chinese food that's still in there." And sure enough, there were some styro-foam boxes stacked up on the kitchen floor. I opened the first one and set it on the stove, and there were wrapped fortune cookies right inside. *highfive subC!* Some were broken, but at least 2 were in tact. I opened the first one, and at first I saw the word "Important" on the little white strip of paper. But when I unfolded it all the way, it just said "2, 3, uhhh, 4" Wow. I opened the second one, and a large square of paper was inside. Here's what it said:

So, you think you're a dirty boy?

DOODLE DOODLE TOSS TOSS
DOODLE DOODLE TOSS TOSS
DOODLE DOODLE TOSS TOSS
DOODLE DOODLE TOSS TOSS
(972) ###-####

After reading that, I just propped up my head on the stove and laughed so hard. I laughed until I could feel my eyes crying, in the dream. A true lucid cry laugh haha. Wow. I know now what my subC truly thinks of me: I'm either so lost that I can't even count properly, or I'm a dirty boy. Or at least I think I am. Doodle doodle toss toss, ladies and gentlemen.

I woke up from that still loling, and that was that.

Dream

I'm outside in a neighbour hood street with my Brother and a few mates (Daz and Josh?). I think we stayed overnight, sleeping in an old car. The car looked like it was from the 80's or 90's, maybe an EL?
We made a camp fire near the back of the car. Someone said it was a stupid idea. I'm assuming it's due to the car could possibly catch fire. I begin to throw something over the campfire. I think it may have been petrol.
I'm holding a piece of plastic in my hand and I hold it need the flame but if doesn't light for me straight away, but eventually it catches fire. I thought this was odd.
I walk off to gather some firewood in the neighbourhood. I can see a lot of logs in people's front yard but I assume that they're either too heavy or embedded in the ground. I come across some sticks and begin collecting them.
I make my way back to where the car is and there's a man being aggressive towards us all. I'm unsure why this man is trying to fight us. My friends are fighting him and I coward out and don't help my friends. I keep my distance from the fighting.

I'm now at a house party in the same neighbourhood. The inside of the house is very tight. It consists of a hall way with multiply rooms to the side of it.
I'm at the front room of the house and I can see Carissa Barrete. Her job is being Britney Spears. I also see her Mother who is also talking to me. I think one of them find me attractive and fancy me quite a bit.
I make my way into another room where I see people. I'm trying to find something that belongs to me. Clothes? Someone in the room points out where my clothes are that I've been searching for.
Now I'm in another room, where I can see a screen. It's showing the medalists of the Olympic Games. Notable one is an MMA fighter Marina Shaffer. At the bottom of the screen it shows how much money they make for winning the medal, some higher amounts then others. I have won 2 olympic medals and hope that I get to see myself on the screen, so others are impressed with my success. I hope that maybe someone has recorded the telecast so I can watch over it.

I see my brother through the window next to a car. The car looks a little beat up and not looked after the best. Brother seems to be working on it. I notice that my Dad and a few others are near the car also.
The car bonnet is being held up by a dick. My brother must have two dicks and is using his spare one on his car. I look back at the dick again and notice that it's tripled in thickness. It's the size of a brick.

Dream Fragments

1. I'm sitting at a table with Daryl. I see that he's smoking. I'm a bit surprised by it, cause he's recently giving up smoking. I ask him if he wants the deck of smokes that he told me to hide from him, but he would only use for mixing with weed. He says ok, sure.

2. Dad calls me dumb or uneducated. I agree with him on the basis of mathematics due to my arachnoid cyst troubling me, but insist that I did well when I was younger and symptom free. I tell him that I could do my 1-12 times table no problems. Josh tells me to do them, so I attempt my 4 times tables. I start off decent but start going on reverse as I get higher.

Another night of frustrated plans, cock-ups and little else...but I've got a idea.

I'll switch from bed to living-room recliner throughout the night...a sort of mix-and-match to combat the pain. I may even slip out of the house at aprox 5.00 am every morning for a quick 15 minute walk. When we move to the coast next year I'll put a single recliner in my bedroom to leave the living room clear for the wife when she gets up.

Finally, right at the last gasp of the morning I had a dream fragment.

"My house" is right on the very edge of a very high escarpment (assumed rather than seen, because a very large van was parked on the edge and blocking the view.) I touched the side of the van but it was so close to the edge I feared I might push it over.

But, to the left, there was a gap between the van and the house and I peered round. I saw a vast river valley. The view was so vivid and so breathtaking. Moving through the valley and up towards me was a huge circular spaceship...mind blowing.

I'll take that as a visual word of encouragement...

My Fifth Visit
9/3/14
I can't remember where the dream began. I remember searching everywhere in the dream world looking for Lin in a hurry before I woke up. I asked some people, and looked at some girls closely to see if they were her. I kept saying, "Lin!," but they were very confused and one asked how I got there. One girl had her eyes and I asked who she was. She said a name and I asked several questions to know more about her but she kept leading me in circles. I decided not to waste time with her and left. I was outside of the school then and was by a field where some people were playing soccer. I just remembered another dream I had where people were playing soccer. I was so lucid, I was able to actually think about dream in my head and think, "Oh yeah, I remember that one." I looked around to see if she was watching with the crowd and couldn't find her. I then thought I should go ask one of them to see if they knew. (How the heck should they know? Or know who? I'm in control of this story along with my dream so of course they could know!) I asked one man sitting at the game and he said she was at another school in West Valley. The school I was at was a high school, very identical to an elementary school I went to that had a playground of two other schools I know mixed together. (I didn't fully pay any mind to that oddity until now.) West Valley was miles away and I had to figure out how to see her. My teleporting ability wasn't very good and I knew that from experience from other dreams. If I tried it, I would have possibly lost lucidity, ended somewhere completely off radar, and the last time I tried it, (the very same morning of this dream), I ended up being blind since that was an apparent side affect of attempting teleportation. My next idea was, "Maybe I should try to summon her with magic." I think it was a hilarious moment because out of desperation, I imagined holding out my hand and making blue star-like dust rise from the ground to make her appear. I was very doubtful about it working but I gave it a shot. I held out my hand towards the ground and to my surprise, it happened EXACTLY how I imagined it! There she was, but walking in a different direction, because apparently while she was walking in school, I was summoning her and she then stopped a bit confused. (I thought that was also hilarious) Right then, as if it was it were completely normal that I had done that, she asked, looking at our reflection in the school doors we were standing by, "Are you taller than me?" She completely ignored the fact that I brought her there with magic but it was the logic of the dream world. Her voice was completely different this time. Instead of the oriental accent she had the first time we met, she had an english accent. We stood next to each other and I told her, "No, we're exactly the same." For a moment she shrunk a little and went back to normal, a little glitch in the dream world. We then just walked to class. It seemed my timing to enter the dream world was a little inconvenient since apparently, it was her class time. As we sat in class, I watched her for a bit and just sat there thinking it was amazing to just sit in this world and consciously think about just being able to sit there in that class. I looked at her again and she was playing a joke in class with a fake mustache and beard and the teacher told her (or him, because I think at this point it was some random guy sitting next to me in her place) to move seats. I woke up around that time.

Random moments:
I was in paralysis trying to figure out what dream I wanted while sort of weirding myself out with the odd sounds I heard around me that sounded like laughing again. (My paralysis is usually accompanied with weird laughing in the background for some reason.) I was able to control the levels of etheric energy high and low. I wanted a dream of Lin like I planned so I released myself from the paralysis, got my phone, looked at her picture, and then actually went back into paralysis!

I was blind after trying to teleport for some reason. I heard voices and all sorts of things around me. I then started seeing a guy come into view and he had crazy white eyes and smiling at me. I said "Okay, I think now i'm starting to see again." He laughed and faded from view as I lost focus.

September 03, 2014

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(I just realized how kinky that could be... Harnesses and Thor... tehehehehe)


Harnesses at Hot Topic

I was in the weird-ass mall on my dream map, and I went into a Hot-Topic-esque store. It had four floors, and the bottom floor was underground, and had super high ceilings. And rock walls. I took an elevator down to the bottom floor, and turned left to the desk where I would get a harness. I was waiting for my harness, but the guy who was going to give it to me, who I think may have been a friend from middle school, was distracted or wanting to try something out and so I didn't get the harness for a while. Once I did have it, they hooked me to a line hanging from the ceiling and showed me how to control my movements in the room using some levers and ropes.

So basically, people would come in, and hang from the ceilings as they shopped for studded, belted, black striped, and graphic-T clothing 8D

Then there was an earthquake, or something. Maybe an alien invasion. Something epic and destructive.





Thor in the Parking Lot

I was walking in a parking lot. There were very few cars, and they were mostly clustered near the door to a large building that stretched for a long ways. Michael Fassbender had just parked his car and gotten out, and walked toward the building. I had to put my backpack down somewhere, so I decided that in front of his car would be the perfect hiding spot. I think Zukin was with me, but I'm not too sure. She may have been there before I put my backpack down, but then had to leave, or something.

I left my bag there, and started walking toward the building, which I now somehow knew was a grocery store. I was nearing the group of cars, and now could see that Loki (Tom Hiddleston ermagerd <33), some other super villain, and an old friend from highschool, were chatting around one of the cars. I heard someone approaching, and looked up;

Thor was walking toward the car as I was passing it, and said, "What villains do I see surrounding this car?!"

I stopped, turned and held up my hand. "Hey now. They're not all villains. That's my FRIEND, Thor."

He stopped in his path, turned to me, blinked a few times, and then raised his hands. "Mah bad." He said.

I went into the store, got some Nestle chocolate chip cookie dough, and was on my way out when I saw another of my old friends, who had made a cookie cake with the same cookie dough I'd just gotten. I wanted to try some to make sure I would actually like it, and so I broke off a piece of the cookie cake. I put it in my mouth, and I swear it was the tastiest cookie I've ever had and it was so good. IT was like all butter and sugar. I woke up wishing real cookies were that phenomenal.

Visiting a monastery with my meditation teacher, someone mentions "The Sound of Angels". And then we hear it - a noise so high pitch that I don't actually hear it with my ears, but rather, I feel it in my head. Deafeningly loud, it pervades my whole perception of sound until that's all I experience. Then it stops, the maker of the noise pausing to take another breath before continuing. I join in with the noise making because I don't know what else to do really.

Everyone stops as a well respected woman is now inside another building, giving some rare advice. I open the door before I can really think much about it and see just one person sitting with her. This person is very nervous and doesn't look prepared to take the advice and use it, so I sit down with them. The woman has a hard time with English, but there is a book she is reading from that we all have a copy of. I gently read along with her to encourage her that she's pronouncing it right. We come to a spot where a bunch of pages are missing. Maybe 20 pages. My book has them all torn out, and so does her book. She looks at me, not knowing what to do next. I tilt my head back toward the heavens and start making "The Noise of Angels". The woman is astonished that I know how to do this, and I figure out from her that it is really rare to be able to make that noise. To me, it is like a cry; a wailing; not really very pleasant, and yet very calming at the same time...

The monks nearby join me in making the noise, and I appear to be the noise making leader at this point. For no other reason than I know how to make it easily. I do it as I breathe in and also as I breathe out, so I can sustain it with only minimal gaps during the transition of the breath. It also feels like I'm flexing my ear muscles in order to make it - the ones that affect your hearing and ear pressure.

My meditation teacher and Shiela start to talk about the noise. Apparently, ever since Shiela has discovered that it exists, she has found several movies about it and has not been bored since the discovery. I follow the two of them upstairs in a big house. Shiela turns off to go into her room, then my teacher turns to go into his room, leaving just me in the hallway. I see my friend D in the hallway. We smile and say hi. Seeing a bathroom, I realize I really have to pee. But it's the only one nearby, and I don't want to take it from D, so I leave in search of another. At the top of the stairs, I see a rather exposed bathroom. Waist high walls, and a shelf that makes it really hard to tinkle into the drain because I can't get very close. I try anyway, using my precision accuracy I've developed with the tinkle cannon, but part way through, get a feeling that Shiela will soon come this way. I stop part way through, and flush, then go down the stairs.

At the bottom of the stairs, is a sink. The base of the sink begins to leak from my flush, and spreads across the wooden floor to a thick rug. I run over and grab paper towels, soak up the wet rug area, then wipe it up back toward the sink. I recall the sink had been leaky for a while, so I am happy to have finally found the source of the leak - the toilet above. J-Rad is also happy we found the leak - I see him in the other room.

I wake up to find the same frequency noise emitting from the chime bar on my alarm clock!

Hello everyone, it's been a bit more than a week that I've responded but don't worry I'm back!

I'm going to type other entries after this one so I'll keep it short and clear, it's evening and I want to relax after a day of school.


In the week I took free from doing DJing I started reading the book 'The phase' which is a book about lucid dreaming, astral projection and much more. (The phase is an umbrella term for everything happening during conscious REM.) In this book I found many new techniques and one of which worked so good there's a chance if I can get in the right state again it will likely make me lucid again. It's a DEILD/WILD technique but the most important thing is the way you exit you waking body by rolling out of it. (Which I did almost too good... )

1. Coming in with a bang* (WILD)

After waking up around 05:00 in the morning by my alarm and having 2 more hours to do the technique I made sure I would wake up several times in these 2 hours. In total I woke up 5 times naturally of which the fourth one was succesfull. I started slumbering into sleep while laying on my side when suddenly I thought about rolling on my back, I was slightly worried I was too close to the edge of the bed and would fall of but before I knew it I felt my body slowly turning. There was a very mild tinnitus in my ears but I wasn't paying a lot of attention to it anyway, I turned faster as I was nearly horizontal and then I fell out of my bed. I open up my eyes and sit on the ground with the sheets wrapped around my body, my head actually hit the table next to my bed and hurted slightly. I looked up and was embarassed thinking I just woke everyone up with the loud thumb but then I did a nose plug RC just to be sure. Although the sensation was weak I did notice a slight difference from when I do it fully awake and knew it was a dream. I quickly stabilized by crawling over my dream-bed and sliding my hands across it, it felt like a reall bed and I was ready to start exploring. Although I was aware of the fact it was all a dream I kept silent to make sure everyone stays asleep, the hallway was darker than normal and I had a slightly eerie feeling. I entered the bathroom and closed the door, outside the window I saw a large moon in the sky illuminating the tiles with a blue aurora. I tried flying through the ceiling and towards the moon but could only jump as high as IRL. After checking my hands I noticed they weren't that deformed, all of these things began to make me doubt wether or not it was a dream. I woke up soon after.