memorable

Dream - Lucid

I was at work, but it looked different. We were behind the counter. I was there with a couple of other people. There was one girl there who looked very tired. She had long, straight light brown hair and very tired eyes. She was probably about my age (25) or a bit younger. She needed a ride home from work. We got into my car. I was kind of tired too. The car was driving, but I noticed that I was sitting in the back seat with the tired eyed girl.
"I should probably be sitting in the front," I said to her. I stopped the car as we were going through this gate and got in the front seat.

Then, there was this lively old woman with us. She was quite energetic. She wanted us to drop her off on the side of the road so she could walk to her vehicle. We did just that. We got out though as well. We were walking on the sidewalk with this woman. She had a cane, but she wasn't using it. In fact, she started to jog! We couldn't keep up with her. We then were approaching her vehicle, or at least what we thought was her vehicle. It was a golf cart. It had a black bag with a big bow on it strapped over the seat. I thought she had been very trusting to leave that outside. Upon further examination, the golf cart had this HUGE control panel. It was so big, it took up the entire front window; you could not see out of it at all. I figured that maybe it drove itself. The old woman sat down in the seat, and was wondering how you worked it. I guess it hadn't been her vehicle, but a special vehicle that the public could use to get from place to place. There was a guy there that I assumed she was asking. We walked past her and the cart.

I dropped the tired girl off, but noticed something as I was driving. I noticed that the cart with the lady had not moved, but there were dead bodies strewn on the street by the car, about three or four of them. Holy crap, someone came and murdered them! I thought maybe a fight had broken out and gotten taken too far. I returned to the area where the cart was and saw what I had feared: The old woman was dead, along with a few others. I think I asked someone who was there if she was dead, and they said yes. I told them I had seen the scene from a distance. I started to cry.

Then, one of the people whom I thought was dead, a blonde guy who was probably in his twenties, opened his eyes. He looked like he was in so much pain. He said nothing, but his eyes told me everything. I was broken down crying now at this point, kneeling on the ground. I started to stroke the guy's knee to comfort him. I was so happy he was alive, but I still could not stop crying. It was then that I noticed that all the other people were literally torn apart; I saw someone's head detached from their body, an arm, and other torn apart body parts. The man with his eyes open in front of me was the only one who was not torn to shreds.

~

I was going to my friend Cherie's apartment. It was daytime outside and sunny. My husband may or may not have been with me, I can't quite remember. I think we had just gotten back from a vacation.

We got to the apartment. It was much different than IWL. It was more of a town home than an apartment, and was white and clean on the outside. There were many others that looked the exact same, as you would see in a town home community. I went inside, and Jeremiah and Cherie' were there in the living room. I went into the middle of the living room.

Then, I noticed Cortney D., a supervisor from my old job. She was standing behind the couch (at this point the apt looked a lot like my current one IWL). I "remembered" that she lived in the same complex as Cherie'. She had her hair pulled back into a small ponytail, and was wearing a black shirt with a colored shirt (can't remember the color) underneath; it looked like an outfit she would wear to work. I was excited to see her, because I always really liked her, but was afraid she would be mad at me because of the way I quit. I got her attention, and she said
"Krista." She walked up to me with a sense of urgency. She continued,
"Why did you do that?!"
I tried to explain to her how awful that job was, how bad I felt we were all treated there, but she kept countering me, asking me what did I expect, it's retail. She then stormed out. I was sad that she was angry, and I kept thinking of other things I should have said, but none would have made her feel differently. I didn't understand how she could continue to settle for such a crappy job.

Other things happened after this. I remember leaving the apartment, but nothing else.

~

I was driving to my old college's campus in a new car. It was a dark grey sedan, and very nice-looking. I felt weird and tired. It was morning. I don't know why I was going there. There was some kind of big event taking place.

I parked in a gravel lot, and walked over to where the buildings were. I sat down on a bench underneath an overhang. I noticed that lots of college kids were walking around dressed up like it was Halloween. I saw people in knight costumes, and I think some Mortal Kombat costumes as well. I did not know what was going on.

I then realized that they were in the marching band, and today was the day that the college hosted Contest of Champions, a high school marching competition, and that they always performed a show at intermission in their Halloween costumes (this is true IWL). All the college kids then started to dance with each other. It was like they were a flash mob; they all just seemingly spontaneously started to couple off and dance. I knew that they had planned it.

I got up to go back to my car. I went into the field where the cars were. There were many, many more now. I clicked my clicker on my keys, and some tail lights light up, so I figured I had found my car. But then, another man, an older, heavier black gentlemen, got in the driver's side. Whoa, I thought, there must be some mistake. I opened the trunk to the car, which was actually more like a minivan than a sedan. Not my car after all. I felt embarrassed for trying to get into another person's car, though he did not say a word to me about it. I kept walking.

I kept on clicking my clicker, and I noticed that when I did, other cars' headlights would flash. What the hell? How was I ever going to find my car now?

I then was at an impasse, literally. I had approached a fenced in area. The fence was wooden and old, and actually relatively short. The only way I could get to the other side of the fence was to open up the old wooden gate. I then called an old friend, Tori, and asked her about the car, because I knew that she had had a car like mine. She said that hers had done that too, unlocking other people's cars instead of hers. When I got off the phone with her, I went to go open the gate, but it was covered in spiderwebs! I could not get a hold on it without touching one. I saw the webs up close, and noticed that lots of ants had gotten caught in the web. I saw one get caught in it towards the top of the fence. Ugh. So gross...I hate spiders. So I looked all over the fence for a place I could touch it without getting web on my fingers, and there was none. I put my hand on it regardless, and immediately took it away again. I saw the holes in the web where my fingers had pierced it. I then briefly opened the gate, but I couldn't even go through it without walking into webs. It only opened on the bottom anyhow; I would have had to push to get it to open all the way. I considered climbing the fence. I don't remember if I ended up doing it or not, but I knew it was an unacceptable thing to do for some reason.

Then, I was in some sort of bakery/coffee shop on campus. The interior was all wooden, and since it was summer, there were only a couple of people there. I thought maybe it was closed for the summer. I then noticed the manager, a middle-aged woman, standing in the doorway talking with another woman who looked a bit younger. She was blonde with glasses. I thought to myself that the manager must have to be here every day, even during the summer when their hours were limited. The table I was sitting at was one with Eileen, a woman from my old job. She was a regular there. I think she was eating doughnut holes. She was talking to me about coming to that place every day for breakfast. I don't remember anything else from the conversation, but we talked a bit. I think I also ate a doughnut hole. It was glazed. I think they were homemade.

~

I was working on a project for a class at my apartment. I was working on it on the bed. It was supposed to be a circular cut out with whatever we liked to put in it in the center. I decided to do mine like a collage, with cutouts from magazines in it. I was going to put some pictures that I had of me, friends, and family on top of the magazine cutouts. I also was painting it. I had painted the edges of the circle green, but noticed I had gotten some paint on the sheets and on the pillowcases. Nothing I could do about it now, though. I painted some shades of blue on the inside as well, and noticed that I had made the top of the circle a light blue, and it gradually faded to a darker blue. It wasn't my intention, but I liked the way it looked.

I had made the inner circle separate from the outer. The outer was a cut out of some construction paper that I painted green. I made the entire inner circle, and put the outer circle around it to see if it had the correct measurements. It wasn't perfect, but absolutely workable. The outer circle was a little big or small at just one area, the bottom right corner. I knew it wasn't going to be a difficult fix. I think I asked my husband about how it looked. At this point, it kind of looked like a pokeball.

I kept thinking about the assignment, and wasn't sure if I was doing it right or not, but I didn't remember the teacher, who was the black man from my precious dream, saying anything too specific.

Someone else was then in the apartment, a girl who was also a student. I asked her something about the assignment, about the specifics. She wasn't sure either.

~

You might see my recall of last night and say "Damn, Krista, you must have gotten some good sleep to have all these dreams." That would be my first thought too, but I actually did not sleep well at all. I kept waking up every hour, and would have a lot of trouble going back to sleep. I know I dreamed way more than this too, but these are the only ones I remember. My husband also was having trouble sleeping, and he had a lot of vivid dreams as well. We made turkey burgers last night, and never have made them before. That's the only thing I can come up with for why neither of us could sleep, and we both had super vivid dreams.

I drive mum's car on the country road. I have on my mind to park the car and find a place to sleep and induce LDs. I drive very fast and when I'm going through a small village, I hit someone's car mirror. I'm going still pretty fast. The mirror seems to be okay, just a little bit dirty. The road became impassable. I stop the car and go out. There is a forest and I see circular shrine of some kind. I go there. I meet some children with their parents, they seems to be tourist and they are speaking German or something like that. Near the shrine, there is a house. I have fake memories that I've already slept there, so I decide that I'm gonna sleep in the house tonight as well. I wonder if I didn't forget to lock the car. I know that I left there my wallet and my phone. I lie down to a large bed. When I drift to sleep, a small little figure in the brown hood. I think his eyes are lighty iluminated. He grabs my hand and leads me to another room. It's kind a spooky.

It become to occur to me that I'm dreaming. I try to do RC by jumping up the ceiling. I levitate. The little figure is staring at me. I use telekinesis to clear him away, he's really creepy looking.

I'm at my gradma's hall. I think about my planned LD activities. First that came to my mind is 3 step task. I clearly remember, what to do first - mass telekinesis. I'm pretty good at that so it shouldn't be a problem. There are onions and flowerpots. I try to lift up all the things by my mind. Nothing happens. Okay, well let's try the onion first. I focus on lifting up onion and a moment it flies on the hall. I remember that I need to lift up at least 10 things. I already did the great mass
telekinesis with 50 DCs so flowerpots and onions are not the problem for me. In the few minutes, everyting is flying on the hallway. I enjoy to manipulate with them. The first step completed. The second is go through a solid object. I see wooden doors. I naturally pass through it with my eyes open, no biggie. The second task - check. When I'm outside I remember my third task. Teleportation. I'm not goot at teleportation. I try to figure out how can I teleport to Shire. I try it six times with various doors but it doesn't work. I try to ask a DC how can I get myself to the Shire. I see someone in the garage. I ask him. He drops a white rat on the floor and tells me that I need to follow it. Strange, but why not try. I follow the white rat, it has wet and dusty fur. It runs to neighbors. I stick behind it. I try to figure out from where I know this situation. Oh, yes, the Matrix I think. It begins to burrow on the hill of dried soil. I try to follow it. I dig in the dirt by my hands. I lost it. I try to pass through the ground, but it doesn't work because the dirt is so friable.

Screw it, I can fly to the Shire by myself. If I'm gonna expecting that I will see the shire, then I would. I jump in the air and fly. I need to fly fast again. I focus on kicking my legs and speeding up. It works great. I see a small pond beneath. There are wooden swings and old willow. The grass is strange green, I don't know how to describe it. It feels like a shire, so I think I'm on the right track. I fly further. Gradually, there are small fields and plantations. It's hobit style with small tools. I land amongs the farm facilities. I think what else I could do to gain more points in the competition. Fight my teammate. I try to summon someone from my team. CanisLucidus appears behind my back. He looks the same as Liam Neeson. I face him and try to start friendly fight. I throw a stone on him. He's just standing. I take my swiss knife and throw it towards him. I hit him, but he is okay. He has the swiss knife as well, only the bigger one. He looks pretty angry. He's preparing to
hit the knife at me. I'm afraid of pain so I yell: STOP! NO! NO! He throw it anyway. I use my telekinesis ability to stop it in the air. It drops on the ground. He pick it up and try to hit me again. I don't like stitchinkg my dream body. I convince him by my will to stop that.

We go together to the near house. We met two beautiful girls inside and the third is mature woman. I like the young one with curvy black hair. They are only in their underwear. I need to complete task of the month and lucid dares - be naked infront of DCs. I ask the girl, if she is gonna have sex with me. She says: Okay, but in twenty minutes. I take my clothes off. She looks at me and takes me to bed immeadiately. I think that the lucid dream is long enough and I did all the things I
intended so I would like to wake up. The most realiable method to wake up is to start having sex for me. I'm doing it with the nice girl for 5 minutes or more, but I'm still not waking up. CanisLucidus/Liam Neelson is doing the other girl on the next bed. I don't enjoy the sex and thinking about that real one is much better. I become be little worry about waking up. I stop and go out. I want to wake up now! I'm starting to a little panic.

False awakening in the gradma's living room on the sofa. Recently, I practice to recognize FAs so I was aware that this is not waking world immediately. There are three black guys in the room. I tell them that I need to wake up. They claimed that I'm wake up. I reply them that it's very very unlikely that my granma has three black guys in her living room. I'm afraid that my car is being robbed from the first non lucid part of the dream. I run to the hall. I'm starting to panic a lot. I don't know where to run or what to do to wake up. I feel like a wild animal newly caught in cage. I try to beating the walls with my body and screaming. The dream is only more stabilized. Holy shit! I try to calm down. A memory from the movie Waking life arise, that the main character has the same problem. A movie DC advised to him: Simply just wake up. I focus on this simple though and stop panic. Suddenly I open my eyes. I see the wooden wall. I feel great relief that I'm awake and the car is okay. Doing RC to be sure.

The ending of the dream was horrible experience. I need to get accustomed to these 1 hour+ lucid dreams.
(supplements used: galantamine, choline and sulbutiamine)

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.../I'm out of the city, standing between an open field and a school. The whole sky is densely covered with dark storm clouds. It's dawn. I see there's a lot of people wearing clothes from different religious grounds on the place when we hear a loud roar followed by its echoes. I cannot distinguish if it was a thunder or the eruption of a volcano when I see far in the field a huge rock making its way through the clouds like a meteor although I cannot see any fire nor smoke behind it. On the contrary, it looks like it was thrown by a catapult although it seems to be breaking the speed of sound because of the vapor cloud that can be seen around the rock leaving a white trail across its path which is not regular, as the rock has sort of motion effect that deviates it from its predictable trajectory randomly spinning to any size. It hasn't touch the ground when we see another one, and then another one opening their way through the clouds. Every time closer than the previous one. Producing the same irregular trails across the sky. One of the rocks heavily falls and quick bounces taking some persons with it. The rest of the people panics and run for cover in the yard which is under a second floor of the school. I decide to go with them but I'm starting to think that perhaps it's not a good idea to use this building as shelter. Then I hear a crash sound coming from the roof and almost immediately after, a rock makes its way through the roof above us taking more people with it. I hear screams here and there, people running without direction. It's madness all around. I don't have time to see the gore. I take a look out to the field, where I was standing, the number of raining rocks have significantly increased and it's starting to become dense here too. It's chaos, an Armageddon like feeling starts to spread around the place. I decide it's better to go out somewhere I can see the sky in order to avoid any falling rocks. I go out through the main gates of the school which has turned into my primary school because of the rocks have just started to fall in that side. I get to the street and see a lot of people running out of control. I turn to see the sky enough to realize there's one about to fall right where I am, I have to move fast to avoid it with a jump. It falls to my side taking some persons with it/...

* Woke up hearing the sound of the wind hardly shaking the leaves of the trees

* Relative size of the rocks:

I was on a kayak with a girl in the middle of a jungle. I had the idea to go explore the third wold countries that were around there so we set off in the kayak. We arrived in a small dark town surrounded by water. There was only one car, one gas station, and a few houses. The town was pretty flooded so we were on water most of the time. Suddenly, we hear what I know are leeches coming. They sounded like people screaming so we got ready. When they got there, they started attacking us and I asked the only girl with a car, who was an old lady, how to get them off of me. She said to go out into the wilderness so I ran away with Ace. We got out of the town but in my haste, I left my wallet behind. I had my belt along with my gun and my AR15. Ace and I started running but I let go of his leash and he jumped a fence into a backyard where there was a huge, muscular dog. The dog attacked us and I started shooting it and after about 10 rounds, I shot his leg causing it to come off, killing him. I grabbed Ace and spanked him for running away. We finally reached a city and people looked real strange, but there were more cars. I had to go back to the little town to get my wallet and was looking for someone who could help. I passed a few people and when I turned down an alley, I saw a group of those huge dogs come out. I turned around and saw 2 more groups walking towards us. I worried that I might get hurt so thinking it was a dream I tried to use fireballs. Nothing happened but a few people came to help me, along with some cats. I put my hands out to my sides and everything turned to slow motion as the fight started. I pulled out my AR15 shot at the animals. At times, I shot some of the cats but eventually killed of the dogs. The group of people said they were tying to get to the American Airlines station and I asked to be taken to the village for my wallet. Someone said they'd help me and I checked the magazine of my AR. The next round was gonna jam so I worked on it. After I did, the song Be My Rescue by Nichole Nordeman started playing. I looked at the skinny blonde girl who put it on and told her I loved that song.

All of a sudden, I was at my school during an athletic event. Swimming in partic-tac-ular. I was sucking except for the basketball portion in which I aboslutely killed at. Basketball in the water, except you use a floating beach ball. This competition was inside btw. I thought "Hell or high water, I'm going to get a medal TODAY." Just then, the water rose for more in-depth competition. A dialogue box popped up that said "At this altitude of water, there may be sharks. Be on the lookout." Then I thought
"Why would there be sharks in an indoor competition?" This was my first clue that it was a dream.
I finally did an event correctly. Swam 20mph in the sprint. Then I thought "Wait, I'm not even athletic, what's this?" I wanted it to be my turn so bad, that it actually came true. The rotations had smiled upon my liking, and I showed them who's boss.

I talked to the kids post-game. There's this one who's the hotshot of the school; athletic, smart, cool, etc. He doesn't want me near him in real life because "I'm not worthy of his presence" or something like that. Since I had showed my brightside to him, I thought he'd look the other way. Nope. He said some snobby stuff, but then I said:
"This is a dream, Ethan. We can do whatever we want. I can do whatever we want."
He replied "Bullsh*t."
I raised four miniature geysers of lava and shot ice crystals at his feet from nowhere. Not one of them hit.
"Jesus christ, this IS a dream!"
"Yes, didn't I tell you?"
I saw the fear in his eyes.
"Everything is wrong here. Nothing is right, but that's what I need to fix. If I grant you powers, the dream will become unstable, I'll leave and live my normal life, while you're here, stuck with the tyrannic rulers."
I had his full attention now.
"Omnipotent rulers?"
"Yes. They're using you as fuel. You are slaves to them. I'll clear them out so you can go back to your life, or stay here if you desire. Stay safe."
The truth was stranger than fiction though. I had unplugged myself [woke up] and found myself in a whole new setting. The world was dark, and people were handing their electronic devices to men that looked like Agent Smith from The Matrix while they sat in cars with guns. I ran straight into the school as sentinels flew above me.
"Mrs. Swenson, what's going on?"
"Come with me."
This part of my dream skipped out, but I knew it. I had the power. to test this, I went into an elevator. I pushed 1 "ground level" and said "Cut power to elevator"
The elevator sparked and warped a bit. I was then actually afraid as I drifted back into naivete. I almost lost my grasp on my lucidity.
I found myself no-clipped out of the world. Much like in Half-Life 2, or Portal. When you can fly around and through objects, and see the entire map in a grayish blue box-ish outline full of objects.
This was frightenting. The force at work here was much stronger than me, so I warped home. I immediately looked out my window. An agent in a red tie in a black buggy looked up at me. I saw the coldness and emotion, or lack thereof, in his eyes. He drove away.
I then woke up AGAIN, to find that I was on Newgrounds. The endeavors I experienced were a Newgrounds Flash Animation. But I knew there was another level to this.
I went to World's End, an ethereal location in the game Magicka. World's End is what it sounds like. Barren floating islands with a very beige, green background. There was a path. I had a showdown with the Beast himself. My inner demons. He wielded a large club, and I made myself twice his size. I couldn't stomp on him. I couldn't block him. I had to wait until he was out of breath, and land the finishing blow. I punched him off the barren island into No-Man's Land. He fell down into the deep, foggy abyss.

I'm much happier now, tbh.

Dream - Lucid

I was at Nick C's place, an ex of mine that IWL, I really hurt when I left him. I don't remember why I was there, but it had something to do with me playing the violin. Another person was there too. I could sense how upset Nick C was. He was frustrated and hurt. I was frustrated from the bad vibe in the room; him feeling bad was causing me to feel bad, too.

I was sitting at a cluttered kitchen table. I had brought the violin with me; I think it was Nick C's anyway. It needed to be re-strung; there were these new greenish strings sitting on it, just needing to be tightened into place. I think Nick C was going to do it, because I didn't know how.

I then "remembered" playing the violin in a rock band. At the time of the memory, I was still with Nick C. We were playing an indoor show. There was a crowd there listening. It had been my first time ever performing on the violin. Someone had come up to me and asked me to play louder because they couldn't hear me. Eventually, I gained more confidence and started to play more loudly. For my first time ever playing, I was actually doing a really good job.

Then, I came back to the present. I was too overwhelmed by the bad feelings, and had to leave. I said
"I'm leaving. I just can't be here anymore."
I considered taking the violin. I wasn't sure whether or not I should. I think Nick C said it was fine (despite the circumstances). I started to put it in its case. I threw something else in there as well, but I'm not sure. I'm also not sure how it all fit in the case, but it did. I couldn't play the violin, though, because of the strings not being attached.
I was close to the door, and was looking for my flip-flops. There were lots of shoes on the floor by the door. I finally found mine, a pair with a straw-like material on the foot with a black fabric outline around the edges (they actually resemble a pair I had when I was a teenager IWL). I slipped them on and went out the door.

I then was walking towards my car, which, in the dream, wasn't my car; it was an old, red car kind of like my husband's. I was walking through the yard to get to my car. Nick C was behind me. He said
"You know you're going to have to pay for putting me through all this, right?"
"Yes," I responded. I knew karma would balance things out eventually.

I then realized I wasn't holding my keys. No big deal, I thought, I'll just make them appear in my hand. I did just that, simply by thinking about my keys being in my hand.
The power of thought, I thought to myself.
I then sat in the driver's side, and Nick C got in and sat in the passenger's side. I then realized I also didn't have my purse. I did the same thing I did with my keys, and thought about it to make it appear.

~

I woke up around 5am to pee. I noticed a sound coming from the kitchen, and thought it was my coffee pot going off too early. I went to look, but it wasn't. I then went back to bed, and knew that this was a perfect opportunity for lucidity. I fell asleep after laying awake for a bit.

I was still working at Kohl's, though I don't know why, since I had quit and stopped showing up to work. I "remembered" my name still being on the schedule.

I wasn't at work though, I was with my husband, Dallas. We were at I guess what was supposed to be our place. We had ordered a game online, and it had come in the mail. I think it was a SNES game. I was opening the package, and the game had come with some skimpy hot pink and black Playboy pajamas, complete with bunny ears. It was like a bonus for buying the game. We were both excited. Free stuff rocks.

Then, I was waking up on a porch. It was very sunny; a beautiful morning. I wasn't quite sure where I was, though. I examined the view I had from the porch, and somewhere off to the east was a beach.

The beach triggered lucidity. I didn't even RC; I just knew. I then stood there for a second trying to remember my lucid goals. God dammit, I couldn't remember; it was like there was a block there. Not the first time that's happened, but I didn't want to waste the lucidity. I decided to go inside and get my husband. I hesitated before I opened the door, though; I did not want to lose this dream. I put my hand on the gold doorknob and went inside. I walked down the hallway, and felt the vividness fading a little. I rubbed my hands together, but it didn't really do much. I examined my hands instead, and it helped. I noticed one of my fingernails on my left hand looked as if it was sloppily painted with white nail polish.

I then saw my husband; his back was to me. I started to talk with him, and he faced me.
"This is a dream!" I said, as usual.
He didn't seem to believe me, and kept turning around and avoiding eye contact with me. I kept trying to convince him, but he just wouldn't hear it. Oh well, whatever. I decided to just go explore on my own.

I was then outside, walking through a lightly forested area with many pine trees. I noticed that Dallas had come along after all; he was behind me. I then decided to test my power of thought, and held my hands out to either side of me to fell the trees. I thought my intention to make them fall, and, behind me, as I passed them, I heard them creaking as they fell. Neat.

Then, we were on a paved road. I was barefoot; I could feel the hot pavement underneath my feet. There were children about, playing in the street. A car started to come. One little girl in a red dress with black polka dots was lagging behind the rest of the children, who were running to the side of the road for safety. I thought she was going to get hit, but she got sideswiped, and her clothing got caught on the side of the car. The car kept driving with this girl attached to the side of it.

We kept walking. I then decided to try to find my dream guide, which has, over the years, proved to be a futile search. I yelled
"Dream guide, if I have a dream guide, please appear!"
Nothing. Of course. As usual. I started to climb over this small grassy hill on the edge of the road to see if my guide was on the other side.
Nope.
Dallas then said
"Krista, it's not working."
I knew he was right; I have suspected for awhile now that I do not have a dream guide. I am, in fact, my own dream guide. It makes sense when I think about it. Not everyone has separate dream guides, after all.

We were then standing by some stairs. I was trying to think of something else I could do. All these children started to play around us, and I couldn't concentrate. One of them was the girl who got sideswiped by the car; I remember the dress.
"Go away!" I said. I needed to think. They all started to go down the stairs.
I then looked up at the sky, and noticed dark clouds coming in quickly. It was very vivid and beautiful, but I knew a storm was coming soon.

I then had an idea of what I wanted to do.
"Spirit guide, please appear!" I said more than this, but I can't remember specifically; this is the gist of what I said.
Dallas then immediately stepped in front of me.
"I am your spirit guide," he said. I was a little surprised. I then noticed that there were two Dallases there: The one standing in front of me who had spoken, who looked just like my husband, even down to his clothes, which were his IWL work clothes, and one standing off to the side, whose face looked slightly different from my husband's.
"What? Are you really my spirit guide?" I inquired.
Then, I noticed a huge, white cloud was coming down from the sky. It morphed into the shape of a hose vacuum cleaner. It sucked up a car. The car quickly went into it. I knew we were next, and that this was the end of the dream. The cloud laughed an evil laugh, and turned to us, and started to suck us up into its depths. We flew up into it, and I heard a weird noise as I was waking up.

~

I was up and about to type out my dreams on DV. I went to the computer. The desk was way smaller than IWL, but I didn't notice in the dream. It was in the corner, and I wanted to move it in front of the window. It had something to do with the seat and where it was positioned; I didn't want to hurt my back.

I got on DV, and noticed I had already typed my dreams up. I even had 4 comments. I looked at the comments, and one just said "coupon protected". Ugh, a bot. I checked my email, and there was something about it in my email.

~

YAY FINALLY SOME LUCIDITY!! So stoked, even though I again did not remember my goals. I didn't meditate yesterday, but I did get to sleep in a little today; I don't have to work until 9am as opposed to the 7am shifts I've been working. I do think that meditating the other day did help, though. It helps me to clear my mind and any debris that's collected.

I was quite intrigued by what happened when I asked to meet my spirit guide. This is going to need some further investigation for sure. God, this was the longest lucid I've had in ages. It was very vivid and clear. I am super giddy this morning!

Did "everything wrong" last night: ate a big meal late, had wine fairly late, went to bed late and really full, but had some excellent dreams. Thanked my SC ala gab many times during the day yesterday for my dreaming experiences and "put in my order" for the kinds of dreams I wanted. Started asking myself "what's odd about this?" during the day after reading Patricia Keelan's bio on LaBerge's Hawaii retreat web page.

Things I did right: ate dream-friendly lunch (almonds, turkey, cheese, tart cherries, milk, flax seed powder), exercised, day practice, added back in some PM targets (hit some, missed some).

02:00 bedtime (argh!)

08:42 (wake time 08:23)

+ plane hijack/crash, they're trying to knock everyone unconscious on board by the G-forces of sudden turns. I feel the turns and every time one happens people on board say "whooooooa!", I feel the blackout coming close but it never overcomes me, I think middle-aged women have taken over the plane. The plane crash lands in Southern California and I think this is a joke because it's not really an abandoned location. I walked by the plane outside now looks more like a large ocean ship I pass it by on the left, I see ahead of me there's a mirage that looks like water, there's someone else with me experiencing the mirage, but I know it's a mirage that will change as we approach closer, we step forwards and the pools of "water" resolve into the large eyes of a big moose sitting on the ground. There's a tree nearby with a well of water inside it, and the moose allows us to drink from it.

+ I see old friend DD and her mother and infant "daughter" standing at a garden fence outside a garden, I feel strong affection towards them and go to join them and say hello. DD and her old mother (a crone with a large witch nose) are walking swiftly through the aisles in the garden which has rows of tall trees laid out in a rectangular pattern. D ignores me. I hear a voice narrating a story that the nearby house (two houses joined together sharing a wall) is haunted/cursed because people used to come there for affairs. I get close to D finally and say a hearty hello but she just says "yeah, hi" sarcastically and keeps moving. I'm really hurt and angry by this rejection, I leave the garden, walking over/slamming the "gate" which is a large colourful bunch of folded paper like Christmas wrapping paper and it falls over behind me on to the ground as I stomp away, I hear D say sarcastically "good job, <my name>". I feel a bit bad because I think this was D's daughter's toy. I hear my sister's voice behind me saying "where has this happened before?", she's trying to chastise me, I'm mad and shout at her over my shoulder

Spoiler for profanity:

"I don't give a mother-fucking shit!"

I see an advertisement for quarters (the coins) being an important part of Thanksgiving dinner (!), the quarters are rolling around on dark streets, I have a close up view, some announcer talks of the important in choosing good quarters (so that the turkey will be good?)

+ My wife and I are talking in my childhood home garage (only realize location after waking), her eyes change from brown to blue and back several times and I'm frickin astonished by this and keep trying to manoeuvre her eyes into better light to see better (SC Gift #1! I missed this one! argh! LD on a silver platter!). She walks from my left to my right and back to my left, to stand by the door, where her eyes seem to settle back to brown, she says "yeah that happens sometimes."

+ (lucid) I'm seated in a very large (outdoor?) bright theatre. I have a friend seated next to me on my left. A few rows down and to the right on a landing, only about 10 feet away, I notice 2 guys have appeared (they weren't there before) and they're singing. These guys are goofy/geeky/weird looking, wearing a lot of odd jewelry/clothing, each one is holding a microphone and singing, they have good voices and harmony, I see them very vividly. I'm thinking about how goofy they look but they probably get girls because they're in a band. An aide(s) starts walking by us up the stairs in the aisle, they're holding prizes, one of them is a large drawing (1m by 2/3m about) colorful (crayon) drawing of something (ship/balloon?) with the word "Dream" or "Dreamer" clearly written (printed) on it (SC Gift #2!), some of the letters are reversed (the "d" and/or the "r"). I think "really? I've been seeing so many t-shirts recently with "dream" written on it, might as well RC," I do a nose pinch and some air leaks through but it seems mostly closed. Hmm, I'm a bit confused, I try pinching harder and breathe again, the air is mostly blocked but some still gets through. I decided to try gravity, I jump a bit into the air and float slowly down, Aha! Yes this is a dream! I run up the steps to the aides who are a few rows above us now, and tear off the poster from the easel and bring it back to my seat, I want to save it for later when I wake up . I then climb up some steps looking about the theatre (more of an amphitheatre), it's filled with people. I'm looking for a CG for a smooch. I settle on one and give her a quick kiss I do not want to engage for too long though. I keep walking, and see a CG blonde with a cream dress, maybe late 20's early 30's. I sit with her and put my hands up her shirt. There are multiple layers and I go under about 3 before I feel the skin of her back. I'm concerned my hands are cold and I don't want to shock her so I put my hands back on top of one layer of clothing. After a bit I put my hands back to the skin and move them around to the front. Her clothing is really tight on top of my hands.

Spoiler for 18+:

I double-grab her fairly substantial breasts and begin squeezing and kneading and pulling on them. This goes on for a while. The next time I pull on them a bit she objects, I think because it's too obvious to people around what I'm doing, but she says that doing so pulls her neck back and forth. She likes it when they're squeezed but not pulled. I'm then standing up and perhaps have lost lucidity a bit so I do another jump and I slowly float down, yep, solidly lucid again. Things seem stable so I decide to escalate and I say "OK, time for some <epithet for cat> f%^&ing!" She's on her hands and knees, knees on a chair and her hands on a table, I raise her cream colored skirt over her butt and I/she start to tear/remove her panty hose and

I wake up. Argh! I'm sleeping on my stomach so I think that explains the unclear/partially blocked nose pinch. Try to relax and go back in but too excited/awake.

Probably 2 hours awake at least, drifting/snoozing, doing counting breaths, SSILD, relaxation, trying to get back to sleep, get the "I WILL LD if I can fall asleep again" feeling, I think about getting up for the day but I don't give up, keep relaxing, and eventually sleep...

11:30

+ (lucid) Indoors in some random house, well-lit. I'm rubbing my left hand in circles on my son's right shoulder, he's intently watching a TV/microwave, I realize I'm dreaming but feel my awareness is at the bottom of a well, very unstable, just keep rubbing and rubbing his shoulder and eventually feel substantial enough to move, and start walking a bit into the scene. I find myself standing at a white square small ceramic sink with no faucet in a non-descript room , and I'm running my hands around the back corners of the sink (left hand on left side/corner, right hand on right/back corner) back and forth, to stabilize. I decide I will do sivason simultaneous focus and try to maintain focus on both my dream body and the dream environment and walk towards a door but immediately feel very dizzy/unstable. Stand still, more hand rubs. Things stabilize a bit. I start walking down the hallway, it is my current IWL home. I think about going out the front door, decide to jump out the kitchen window. Walk down the corridor, turn left into the kitchen, the window is there (wrong kind of window), through the lower panes I see the bright sunlit outside, I don't hesitate and immediately run towards the left window pane and dive headfirst through it, don't feel any glass, the world orientation sort of rotates and swirls a bit to simulate my dive then I'm on the ground outdoors, "COOL!" I think. The ground is made of the same floor / ceiling tiles as the kitchen, then things start fading, I think just a moment and the scene will clarify to a proper street scene, then I wake up.

This was a notable LD because it probably was just a waking moment and I was able to hold on to it and turn it into a proper multiple-scene (if short) LD with a cool dive out the window.

Dream 1

X Factor were holding these auditions, I would never go to something like this but it seemed everyone I knew was going to it, my friends, family, most people I know so I decided to go as well. I am in the plane and the plane is really dodgy, its a pretty average sized plane. I was sitting at the back with my mum and sister. It was a pretty scary ride there because there was a risk of being shot down due to lots of fighting happening across the world. I looked out the window and I seen a huge mushroom cloud which engulfed the evening sky, it clouded over this moon which didn't exist in real life. Then the next thing we know the plane had to emergency land, we were coming down and hit the ground safely. Everyone got out the plane and talked. They found the reason for this emergency landing was that there was too much weight on the plane and one person had to get off. Some guy said he thought I should to the whole group. I wasn't happy, I said my feet are way to cold to walk all the way there. So everyone got back in and tried taking off again, the plane got a little bit in the air but fell backwards. So we all got out again and I said I would walk. My mum and brother said they would they would walk as well, the reason was they thought it would be safer as we could get shot down from the fighting.

We start walking and just round the corner was the entrance for the audition, a wired fence and security guards blocked you from going in. I looked to my right and a girl with a gun was pointing at me, I flinched backwards then realised she was just security. We walked up to the gates and had to sign a waiver to say we know the risks at the moment etc. I walked through security and Tyler the Creator greeted me, the then pushed me over and jumped on my face. This really damaged my front teeth for the rest of the dream. I got up he pushed me over and elbow dropped me. I understood it was a joke and I didn't care it was Tyler the Creator. I asked 'How much do I have to pay you?'
'As much as you like, leave it there'. He pointed to a couch where people left money, most had given quite a bit. I was going to give £3 but decided on £4. I went and sat down, the chairs were metal chairs and the field was quite big, it was like a small festival, with one stage. I sat down and noticed my friends on the other side, I waved them to come over but they waved back at me to come over to them. Assuming they had a spare seat because it looked busy in their direction I went over. They did have a spare seat and I sat next to two of my friends. I then got a text from my tutor, who was organising the plane etc in this dream. The text read 'Someone has lost a bag on the plane, please text back whosoever bag it is'. I looked and I also had another text message from a friend saying 'I'm scared of flying back'. As I was sitting there I realised I actually have to go up on stage and preform. So I asked my friend what he was doing. I can't remember what it was but it was a boring song. Then I asked my other friend. Another boring song. They were taking it all serious and I really didn't care I was here for a laugh. 'You know what I'm gonna do, some raw hip hop!'
'Yeah! Do it, it will be funny' said someone from my school who I didn't realise was next to me. I was thinking what song to do, should I do Work by A$AP Ferg, that's pretty hype but I wasn't feeling it. Then I realised, I'll do Danny Brown - DIP! Haha! I knew it was going to be crazy, a crazy song and I was going to put in crazy energy into the song not giving a shit about anything.

Then I went up, I was on stage the instrumental dropped and I went HAM! I put on proper crazy performance and I was loving every second, the crowd were loving it too, I think they were glad to see something different. I remember preforming every word to every verse, my recall was pretty mad in this. I finished the performance and the lady who judged it said to the crowd and me 'I liked it, it was energetic and I especially liked the part in Portuguese'
I'm thinking 'Portuguese whats this women on about?' I'm reciting the lyrics quietly trying to think of a Portuguese part. I couldn't so I just said 'Yeah, yeah the second verse'.
She said rather hostile 'Usually songs have 4 verses'. I was thinking no, it definitely has 3. Then I seen her write my on a piece of paper 2.68! I looked at the other scored they varied the highest was 6.something. 2.68! 2.68! I couldn't believe it, that low! Why did she lie on stage then? Anyway I didn't care, I went out the curtains and into the crowd, I seen my Nan and Sister straight away my Nan loved it she said it was really good and funny. My sister agreed as well. I went walking to find my brother, I could feel people looking at me. He likes Hip Hop so I couldn't wait to tell him 'Did you see me do DIP?!'
'No I missed it'
'Why?'
'Look there's a zombie apocalypse'. I looked over the hill where this festival type audition was and it looked exactly like the scene from World War Z where the zombies climb over the wall. In fact I think it was an exact flashback to the movie.

I would like to share my experience with lucid dreams and astral projections. This morning was very exciting because I have been studying and learning loads about the subconscious and how to astral project. When I researched the dangers of astral projection I was scared but those "dangers" were only assumptions none of the "dangers" have ever been experienced or recorded, as of yet. So After researching and learning this, I still had mixed feelings and tons of questions "what if" "what if" was all I kept thinking. Moving forward, right now I am going through a transformation in my life. It is not only a physically one but more of a spiritual essence.

I have been constantly focusing on using the law of attraction, I have gotten so in-depth with this law that I have ruled out all music, movies, tv shows, etc until I reach my goal. This way I can not be subliminally affected through media and advertisement while using the law. I have replaced music for ETFs, 432hz music and affirmations. I play these constantly throughout the day. I have become so accustomed and obsessed with this process of growth until it works (which it has already, everyday).

Now that I got all that out of the way....I want you all to know something, in order for anything to work you have to feel it! In your mind, heart, and soul. You must have a BURNING DESIRE, for whatever it is you may want in your life to manifest itself. I feel myself having already reached my goal. You must also use present-tense affirmations and talk. Feel as if you have already reached your desired goal. Speak as if you have already reached this goal. Live as if you have already manifested this goal. For example: If you want a new Cadillac, go on the website and build your dream car. Look at the inside,imagine how it would feel, how it would smell, what music you would play in your new car,etc. Look at it or go to website to build it everyday. Look at the price as if you have the money to purchase it. Feel good about the car from your heart have a strong desire for it.

Lastly, I will detail my experience with lucid dreams and more. I have lucid dreams often, it was not until recently that I decided to use them to benefit me. Now when I found out I could use them to see winning lottery numbers I was immediately interested. Often you read people doing it and only getting a few numbers. This is may be true for the first time, but do not let this discourage you. You must do research and constantly grow your mind and psychic energies. Continue to influence your subconscious through affirmations and constant research and reading of books pertaining to this. Persistence and influence is key.

When I first tried this on my lucid dream let me tell you it was hard, it was like when I had trained my mind enough to remember the goal when I had a lucid dream. I would tell it, while in this lucid dream to " show me winning lottery numbers" and the first time it went blank and I would up. See I did not get frustrated or upset, I kept on believing in myself. To make a long story short. This morning, I was a little stressed about financial matters and instead of continuing in the "poverty conscious" I calmed down and focused on being grateful for not coming from poverty or living in poverty and forgave myself for worrying in the "poverty consciousness" about finances.

After doing this I laid down and visualized myself, as my higher self, living the life I have a BURNING DESIRE for and with all the love, wealth and happiness I could ever hope for. Going past my visualization I went fast to sleep. In this dream, I was with my family and we were happy at the highest level I could of ever imagine. My parents and siblings all together enjoying life. In this lucid dream, we had drove past a gas station and this gas station triggered my mind to remember to get winning lottery numbers. Before I knew it, the dream shifted and I was on a computer searching the game I wanted to win and the future numbers. Both mega and powerball came up. Then something amazingly strange happened the numbers came up in a motion so serial, as if I was watching the numbers being drawn that day. At this moment they ordered themselves in numerical order from smallest to largest and became colored. Then the numbers just froze there. And I quickly memorized them. It was strange because they just stayed there for me to look at for as long or short as I wanted.

Then something triggered me and I began to ask myself "is this real", once my soul was AWARE that I was not in my body and I thought of my body then I quickly returned to my body. This was strange, I saw and felt myself joining back with my physical self. And contrary to popular belief, I remembered all 6 numbers! It was as if the numbers were stained into my memory so deep that I remembered them throughout the day. In conclusion, DO NOT BELIEVE THOSE THAT SAY IT IS IMPOSSIBLE BECAUSE IT IS NOT IMPOSSIBLE AND IT IS NOT DANGEROUS, ALWAYS PROTECT YOURSELF WITH ANGELS AND STUDY, STUDY, STUDY, TRAIN, TRAIN, TRAIN. Without persistence, determination and knowledge from your heart, results may vary.

Pre: 5htp
Post: G, C, L-theanine

I don't remember how this one started for sure. I want to say that I WILDED it but I WILDED from am dream into a lucid dream if that makes sense.

First thing I remember was that I was on a train with others and I was in trouble or something. I had to find a place to sit in a booth but there was no where for legs, it was just like a table you could sit by but couldn't put your legs under. There was some large screws and a little movement trying to arrange but nothing. Somehow I started falling asleep and as I was falling asleep in the dream or maybe I woke up for a second and did a DILD, I felt myself falling to sleep, deeper and deeper until I was out. I could feel me breathing heavy but then I saw some light so I opened my eyes and I was in a different place, I moved my hand do do a RC and LUCID: I got up and went straight for a door, I was in a bedroom type area. I began to imagine what was outside and I think I was going for a city behind the door so I could find an elevator. When I got up to the door I could see it was cracked already and it looked like a backyard. I opened the door and was on like a balcony in a backyard. I could see that I wasn't in a city but a sort of neighborhood with a couple stores and other buildings here and there. I floated down off the balcony and for some reason I jumped in the pool, i don't know if I was trying to jump across or what but I went straight in. I swam to the other side and got out, I remember I was pretty irritated that I wasted time swimming in the pool. I think it was the same dream but I remember having a hat and a backpack on, the hat was annoying so I took it off. I left the backpack since I thought it would just get stuck and I wouldn't be able to get it off. Oh this lucid didn't have any people in it either. I got to a fence and decided to fly over it. I really concentrated on flying too so I wouldn't fail. I went up a little ways and then I couldn't stop myself once again. I kept slowly drifting up. I even tried to spin around and imagine what it would be like for the buildings to come towards me again, to no avail. I decided to just fly into space and find a planet. I began to fly up and very quickly saw that I had passed a red body in the sky.... MARS!! I was able to stop and fly back toward it, it was right in front of me but I missed it again. I ended up flying back and forth in front of it probably 2 or 3 more times. Finally I got close enough and I grabbed it like a big beach ball! Aghhhh! I think this really frustrated me and I woke or partially woke. I then had some either partially lucid or semi-lucid dreams, I don't remember doing more RC but I felt pretty in control and aware in the dreams.

I don't remember the order or if one ran into the other but here they are.

I think this was kind of a WILD. I was looking in a building using a program to let you see in the buildings like I was designing it. I wasn't walking just zooming through floors and walls, I was looking for people or elevators or both. I think I wound up in a basement (3rd person still) watching a group of people do some patchwork on a cement wall in the basement.

This one is really blurry and it may have been a continuation of the last. I was in a basement of a house, maybe the last one I was in and I was looking for an elevator. I kept going around corners hoping one was there and finally I asked someone down there if there was one. They told me the location and I went there. I found another lady and she pointed to a place on a cement wall and said there used to be one here. I began trying to hit the wall to try to bring it down but nothing happened.

I was walking along a street, I think I had a hat on again. I was in beach town or near a beach. I came up to an intersection and the traffic guard said to wait, I ignored him and crossed realizing it didn't matter. A bunch more people started crossing the street as well and were all around me. Don't remember anything else after this.

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July 23, 2014

No supplements or sleep aids used.

Rating: 5/5 For first LD

Break through! First Lucid!!!!

It was short lived but great! It was also on one of the first REM cycle, if not the first. It felt so far back after I woke, and it was the first dream that happened out of a series of many. I did it without needing a reality check. I was outside my friend Jacob's house at night standing next to his dads truck when I saw a flying picture and thought to myself thats not right, I must be dreaming! I got so excited, almost woke my self up instantly but calmed down. It felt as though I was losing my grip on control as well the more the dream almost stopped. I tried to spin but couldn't so i mentally calmed it down. I walked out into the street under the street lights beam if light. Once it got a little better I immediately started flying over all the houses. I still did not have a good grip on the dream as it was my first time. I saw a lot of other houses, different than what would normally be there. The street was not there like normally, just back to back houses with yards separated by fencing, some white picket sone black steel bar. I decided to land in the back yard of one and go inside. I went in trying to summon a DC. I tried the light switch and it came on, so i didn't try to mess around with it anymore. The house was dimly lit with yellow light bulb light. It had dark brown trim and beige walls. I walked through trying to summon a specific DC but a different one ended up coming. but unfortunately, I woke up then due to excitement of finally having a lucid dream. I put all my thought into this, so I only remember small fragments of a few later dreams.

Dream 1
Recorded at 3:30am

I'm in the game of Battlefield 4. I check the score board and I notice that it's 5 vs 0. I decide to change teams with another player. We're in a tank together and we're getting snuck up on by the enemy which are trying to use C4 to send us to the heavens. I see them on a pile of rubble and hit the gas and make a successful get away.

I'm walking down a street where the Beavers live and I see a scene of a person acting like they're a bouncy ball. They are bouncing back and forth through a tight spaced area. It seems as if it keeps going through a cycle.

Dream 2
Recorded at 7:44am

Im walking with Germain Ivanks and maybe his brother. Germain brings up convocation about Lachlan and that he is getting kicked out of his own house that he built due to being behind in payments. The building company will take money out of his house until he pays. He is going to be moving in with his parents again. Germain also mentions that his Bungalow isn't finished which I thought is where he would be staying [It has been built IRL].

Germain talks about Hayley Ball and that she looks amazing since losing weight. I agree with him and mention she's pretty smokin' these days. I tell him that we use to talk to one another in Facebook now and then but eventually I started ignoring her.

We're now in front of an open fridge.I see a Facebook comment area in my vision and notice that Germain has uploaded 2 photos. 1 of a minor trophy and the other a major trophy. Meaning that Hayley has upgraded from minor to major. I pour myself a shot of something. I put in which looks like dirty water with a shot of spirits. I take a sip and it tastes like absolute shit.. I scrunch my face up to it. I let the other fellas try and their reactions are pretty similar.

Dream 3
Recorded at 7:44am

Im working at my old job at Hafele. I'm looking at a pallet of goods. I see some eye glasses which don't have any lenses in them. The pallet looks pretty heavy and I'm worried it may be over the weight limit. I see a truck pull up which confirms that it doesn't matter too much about the weight as it's going via truck and not van.

Dream 4
Recorded at 9:00am

I'm at my house sitting in my Dads lounge room with him. Someone is on the computer across from the lounge room.

I see Luke Brea come through the garage entrance and we have a little chat. He walks over to the computer and talks to whoever is on it [think it may have been my brother sitting at the PC]. Luke says he's going now which was strange considering he had only just got here. I thought maybe it was because Josh wasn't here yet and didn't want to be here without him. Josh arrives shortly after and I mention to him about Luke making a brief appearance. [I think we're all meeting up before school starts].

I'm now in a shopping centre in my home town. Im with a few people. Josh and maybe Dave Clarke are the only ones I remember. We are playing around and doing some silly moves to the music in the background, outside a cafe. I break out into a "what I think of" as a bit of a stylish dance. A couple of girls in the background which are sitting at a table smile and laugh at me. I feel happy that I made them laugh. There is 2 girls, 1 with blonde and other with ?brown hair?. The blonde hair girl looked like a mans.

As we're sitting down chatting, I see Eddy Ivanks. I think that we may be late to school and see that it's almost 9.00am. I'm drinking bottled water the whole time I was sitting down.

Not to far away from where we just were, is where you buy frozen ice blokes, which are in all different shapes and sizes. We all line up in a single line with the rest of the crowd. I remember that I've been drinking un-distilled water and feel not too happy about it. And to make things worse, I forget to bring it to school with me.

I see Jordan Chichi near us and we greet him. I think Ben Forskin mentions his old nick name to him as he greets him. It brings back memories and I think it's great and laugh.

As we leave the area I see a small shop selling food. Inside the shop is some kind of stage play going on. It's pretty high class stage show they're putting on. The food they're selling is only a small range. It's set up similar to sushi and I see a savoury piece with orange stuff in the Center of the savoury shell.

As I'm about to leave the area I see Dave Clarke come by and he's wearing one of the most coolest suits. It really suits him, perfectly fitted. Dave's waiting at the small shop and he mentions about him being in a good head space and I agree with him and that I've noticed it in his persona and to continue doing what he's doing.

As we all leave the area we're all feeling pretty hip and cool. Kind of have a certain swagger to ourselves. Those two girls from earlier are chasing Dave. They look as if they're in love with him and won't leave him alone. Dave doesn't want a bar of it and tells them to go away as he's not interested. I walk up to the girls and talk to them. They actually look a lot better then I first thought when seeing them earlier. I tell both girls, especially the blonde one that they both have majestic looking eyes, which they did, they really stood out, and that I wasn't trying to cut in on Dave but just had to let them know not too feel too bad about Dave as they could get a lot of guys no problems.

We continue walking and reach a crowded area and have to stop. I continue talking to the girls and I feel quite small and hunched over for some reason. I hear about a fight break out in the distance and try and get a look but I'm too short to see over everyone. I catch a small glimpse of who was fighting.

Dream 5

I'm in court/street where Germain lives. I'm on the lawn of where we used to kick the light post. I have some devices set up on the lawn and using the power from the house without the owner knowing. I think I have a couple girls with me, or they're just observing. I start to feel a bit paranoid about the owner knowing what I was doing, as I am pretty close to the window. I see the certain's move as if someone is taking a little peak out the sides of the certain's. This makes me even more worried. I can now see the blinds nearest to be open up. I'm convinced they might be able to see me and decide to pack my stuff up in a tightly together and hope that they don't see it.

Side Notes

Pretty happy with my motivation last night. Coming off a poor night the night before last, I've now recorded the most dreams in one night since getting back into lucid dreaming.

Ritual: wtb 3:15am, last wbtb 9:15am, woke 10:38am, SSILD: WILD

Last sleep, last chance. It was already 9:15am, but since I'd gone to bed so late, and all my previous attempts that night had been without real motivation and had resulted in falling asleep before completing a single cycle, figured I could try once more. SSILD: tempted to mix it with other techniques, but if I was going test this properly, ought to do it straight up. My timing was messy and uneven, but remembered that was okay. Did maybe three cycles on my back, uneven length, afraid of waking myself up too much, given that it was already mid-morning, so turned on my side and prepared to let myself sleep. A few times I ran through the cycles very lightly and quickly, just to get back in touch with my senses. At some point in this process the cat jumped on the bed. I was getting closer to sleep but figured I could work with this if he settled down and didn't just start yelling. Fortunately he decided to sleep on me, and I was able to work that sensation into my rotation. I wasn't cycling regularly, just randomly once in a while when I felt I might be losing touch.

I must have been already dreaming without knowing it, because I thought I was only thinking, and it never occurred to me that the presence of sustained visuals suggested otherwise. I was replying to posts on some online forum made my a friend—nothing to do with DV, no one even connected with dreaming, just an old friend I haven't talked to in a while (AS). He was posting something about falling asleep a certain way and used an acronym like "TILD," and I wanted to reply snarkily with something like, "Does TILD stand for 'talking to yourself in bed'?" At the time, I was convinced this phrase perfectly fit the acronym, so I was apparently already touched by dream logic. So I was trying to type out my reply, and I simply could not type "TILD" properly. I tried over and over, and my fingers kept slipping and hitting everything else on the keyboard. Technical difficulties like this are one of my dream signs, but since I was convinced I was still awake, it didn't occur to me to RC. On the contrary, I thought I was having this trouble typing because I was getting too sleepy! This was precisely the opposite of a false awakening: instead of losing dream awareness by believing I had woken up, on the contrary, I failed to realize I was dreaming because I thought I hadn't fallen asleep yet! (If there's no acronym for this yet, I propose FFA for "false falling asleep," as it pairs well with the more familiar term FA.)

Around then the music started. I could hear a Pixies song. At the time I was sure that it was a song I knew, and it was playing perfectly down to the last note, even though I hadn't heard it in years. (I can't remember now what song it was, if it was indeed a real one.) I knew the music wasn't coming from outside me, and figured it must just be hypnagogic activity. The whole time until now I had been aware of lying in my bed, which was part of the reason I thought that I hadn't quite fallen asleep yet. After the Pixies song played in its entirety and then concluded, a new song started. This one intrigued me even more, because I was sure it was a song I had never heard before. It was lively enough to make a good follow-up to the Pixies, but the singer had an accent that sounded African. It reminded me of the song "Rise" by Seun Kuti, one that I downloaded free from Amazon and put on my running mix—but I'm not familiar with his other work. This song, like one before it, was crystal clear... like so often before I regretted that I am not more musical in waking life, because I felt sure if I were musically literate I could wake up and recreate it. But I didn't feel like rousing myself and trying to hum the melody into my iPhone when I hadn't even gotten to sleep yet.

WILD: At some point around here the transition finalized, and I realized, hang on, I think I am asleep now! I'm in my dream body! I could probably just 'get up' without disrupting anything... so I got out of bed, and even though everything felt extremely lifelike, there was a lightness to my body that I was sure meant I was dreaming. I was impressed how bright and clear everything was, and how mobile I felt, unlike a lot of WILDs where it's dark at first and I'm crawling over the carpet trying to get traction. But perhaps integration wasn't perfect yet, because hardly had I gotten out of bed when I was disturbed by a loud rhythmic noise that threatened to disrupt the dream state and wake me. At first I thought it must be the mailman knocking on the door, because I'm expecting a package. But as it continued without abating, I realized it must actually be construction on the house up the hill. How foolish it was, I chided myself, to do my dream practice so late in the morning! The world wakes up and starts making loud noises; at least during the night it is quieter. (RL: It turns out there's nothing at the door and no construction going on outside, so despite these very reasonable hypotheses about bleedthrough stimuli, the sound appears to have been largely or entirely internal.)

The sound was extremely disruptive and I felt alarmingly close to being woken by it. But I had just gotten into a perfectly good dream and had no wish to lose it so soon (like that time recently when I was woken from an otherwise fantastic WILD by my own snoring—come to think of it, this is another possible culprit for the sound!) How can I deal with this and remain in the dream? The answer occurred instinctively: dance! So I started dancing to the noise. It was a bit like dancing to the sound of hammers, and my dance was correspondingly jerky and spasmodic, but it did the trick! After a while I felt that the dreamstate was no longer threatened, so I paused and looked at myself in the bedroom mirror. Once again, as in the last SSILD, I was impressed how much like my waking self I looked: the hair was different, shorter, but the same face, same eyes. I smiled at myself and could see the smile in the reflection. Interestingly, even though it was a full-length mirror, I have no conception of what I might have been wearing. I wasn't curious about it at the time I was looking, so I have no impression of it now. If I had to guess, I would suppose it was a loose white summer dress of the sort I've been wearing around the house lately (I don't wear these to bed though).

Even though I had come to terms with the noise, it was still loud and annoying, so I decided to leave the bedroom and move deeper into the house, hopefully away from it. It might have diminished slightly by the time I got to the kitchen, but only a little, so I keep walking through to the living room. I notice my fluffiest down comforter is heaped up on the couch for some reason. I pull it off, and as the folds of cloth open I see the dark silhouette of a butterfly within them. I am momentarily confused: is butterfly a dream figment, or is it real? That is, just as I thought the sound might have a source in waking life, it didn't seem improbable at that moment that a butterfly might have accidentally made it into the house. Dream logic prevented me from realizing that, even were that so, how would I realize it when I was asleep in my bed? The butterfly flutters up and flies into the kitchen, so I follow it. Around this time I am too distracted to notice the noise anymore, being completely engrossed in the butterfly. When I enter the kitchen, I notice that in place of the little black one I followed, about the size of an ordinary monarch, there are now two very large butterflies, their wingspans about 16 to 18 inches across. One is slightly larger than the other, a very pale greenish yellow. The other one has the same base color, but its wings have black borders.

I am reminded of the task I had been intending to work on next, "creo animál." However, it seems that the dream has jumped the gun and already created the animal for me, so I roll with it and decide to experiment with "rego animál" instead—apparently forgetting I've already done this one numerous times. I know I should try "intellego animál," as I've never tried anything with that technique, but I'm not sure how to go about it, so I decide to put it off until later. I hold out my hand and command "Rego animál," focusing on the larger, lighter-colored butterfly and intending for it to land on my hand. The butterflies flit around and ignore me. I try again. Doesn't work. What's the problem? They are "animals," aren't they? I mean, in the broad sense of the term, I'm pretty sure insects count. Do I need the "auram" sphere for this, as they are creatures of the air? But I've worked with wind before—I've found it quite straightforward to conjure all the elements directly—yet somehow this is harder. I'm forgetting all the times I have commanded animals very easily in other dreams, and am probably just making it harder for myself by all the Ars Magica rigamarole, but truth be told I like rigamarole... it's more stylish and satisfying than just making things happen in a perfunctory way. I conclude that the main problem is that I'm just not putting enough focus into my intent, and so the third time I sing the command. For some reason, I always get the best results in dreams when I sing to shape them, and sure enough, now the butterfly comes over and lands on my proffered hand.

What next? I walk the few steps back into the living room, and command the butterfly to fly up again and go land on the small table by the window on the other side of the couch. Again, it takes me a couple tries, but the butterfly finally obeys. As it lands there, it turns into a young light-haired woman. I am distracted from this transformation by a young blonde man who is now at my side. He is not the second butterfly, the one with black-bordered wings: around this time she transforms into a dark-haired woman who is standing near the closet. With all this transformation going on, I am inspired to try "Muto animál," so I direct this command to the young man, intending for him to turn into a butterfly. He stands there looking a bit obstinate or confused, so I sing the command in what I intend to be a very persuasive manner, and he finally complies—sort of. He lies down on his right side in a fetal position. He is not lying on the floor, but on some platform a few feet high that doesn't exist in RL (there would just be a wall there). He produces a bundle of red yarn that he stretches along the length of his spine. I watch, waiting for the transformation, but nothing happens. I command him again, and he respond that he is doing his best, but that it will take a very long time—maybe up to a year!—because the timing isn't right.

It's possible that the guy is just dicking me around, but he seems sincere, and he does offer that he could transform more easily into a goat. (OMG! I hadn't even realized until I wrote this that my first SSILD also involved a goat... odd coincidence, as I don't remember dreaming of goats under any other circumstances.) I say that this would be fine, so he gets back up, discards the red yarn, and transforms at once into a brown goat of ordinary size. He warns me that when he is a goat, he speaks in a strange high voice—which seems contradictory at first, because he has already turned into a goat and is still speaking in the same voice as before. However, after delivering the warning, his voice does change. From his description of a "high voice," I was expecting him to start speaking in falsetto, but instead he sounds more cartoonish, like his voice has been sped up. With his new voice he introduces himself to me, telling me his name is "Hemm." I find myself wondering how this is spelled. I imagine it with two 'mm's, but having only heard it spoken, I can't be sure. Should I ask? Well it can't hurt, and might help me remember the name better. "Is that spelled H-E-M or H-E-M-M?" I inquire. He replies that there's no way to know: he was just a blacksmith's son and never saw it written down.

I realize that I should get the names of everyone in the room, because then I'll be able to write a more detailed report when I wake up. So I turn and ask the girl sitting on the small table, formerly the pale butterfly. She tells me her name is "Anna." She is now holding a painting, a vertical rectangle about 24x36 inches, and turns it around to show me the back. "And his name was 'Jakachibe', he was a Japanese thief." I gather that the guy she mentions is represented on the front of the painting, but I barely had time to glimpse the image before she turned it around, and now she is just showing me the back of the canvas, where something like 'Jakachibe' is written in large sloppy pencil letters on a wooden crossbar. I say "something like" because the transliteration of the name is even worse than what I've rendered here—there was another 'h' in it somewhere, maybe even a 'q', something more like "Jaqhachibe," but I can't remember precisely—and I have to bite my tongue to refrain from telling her that "Jaqhachibe" doesn't sound like a proper Japanese name and even if it were, it certainly wouldn't be spelled that way in English. I just smile and nod, then turn to the dark-haired woman who has continued to stand by quietly. She tells me her name is "Caroline." After I hear each name, I am repeating it aloud, to better impress it on my memory.

After talking to each of the women in turn, I notice that the young man who had transformed into a goat has returned to his former human appearance. He is of average height, with wavy blonde hair, short but not too short, a bit tousled, and he has a pleasant, open face. He volunteers that his name—in this form—is "Viryec." Or at least, he says something that sounds like that phonetically, but is probably spelled very differently—"Virjece" occurs to me as the most likely possibility—so I start inquiring more about it. He tells me that his name means something like "sincere effort." This rings a bell—both in sound and meaning, it reminds me a lot of the Pali word viriya, which has been on my mind lately, so I ask him if that term has any relationship to his name. Although he and his name both strike me as coming from northern European stock, perhaps there is some ancient Indo-European etymological relationship with the Pali... but before he can reply, I wake up. I don't know why my dreams so often seem to end just before what promises to be some interesting revelation, but here we are again. Still, I'm not that disappointed because I have so much to write down!

Another awesome multi-sleep-cycle dreaming night with good retention, woohoo just need to start converting these to lucids somehow.

Will fill in details later when I have a real keyboard

16 minutes of voice recorder notes. Remee on, first waking came just about exactly at remee signal interval (4.5 hours)

+ escape from the bad boys to the golf course (near-epic)

+ signing a contract to take care of the doctors baby for 2 weeks for free

+ my kids catch me with NSFW content on the laptop and unclothed lying on the living room floor, very embarrassing

+ KS's father allows me in the club, luxurious and crazy tennis, exchanging gifts with Arnold Schwarzenegger

+ attack on our club I am a newbie with a shotgun getting advice from a veteran I shoot an opponent starting the war

+ playing chess he's really pushing his pawns my pieces are not yet on the board put them there use queen to back up my pawn break

+ tennis test I pass with faster and faster and more and more accurate volleys I may play Ivan Lendl I go lok for my shoes and socks to get ready to play

+ elevator in the hardware store they're evacuating go outside it's cold/rainy need to get back to the other section of the store which is far away