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04.04.2014

The Guy with the Axe and Gun (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I wake up, and found myself in an environment that looks exactly like the area I'm currently residing in waking life. Green walls, a bed that's slightly elevated more than usual, and the same material of dark gray carpet.

I'm gradually becoming more aware that this is a dream, feeling the slight blurry echo effects as I'm moving about inside the house. I hear footsteps coming near the house's entrance, and I immediately motioned myself near it.

I peek through the hole, and I see a Caucasian male that has dark brown hair, is wearing a yellow polo shirt that's untucked, along with regular blue worker jeans. He's wielding an axe with his right hand I believe, and he's knocking on the door, and spends a few seconds waiting before knocking again.

I quickly turn in the other direction, wondering where I could find a weapon in case this guy has ill intentions in mind. I decided I should check the other bedroom diagonally to the left of me for something. I hear the knocking, but I try to not let it intimidate me since they couldn't possibly come in.

Completely wrong.

I hear the door open, and because I couldn't find something to protect myself, and because I was too fixated on the emotions of fear and panicking, I ended up making horrible decisions, and decided to try and hide under a bed.

Too bad the bottom of the bed barely had any space for me to hide under, and it would only be a matter of time for the person to find me there even if I could hide under there.

The individual is getting closer and closer, and he's raising his shoulders up while having his arms at a lop-sided "L" position with the axe, and a gun as well. My perspective starts getting a bit weird, and it feels like I'm seeing things at a slanted angle now, almost as if I'm about to fall down.

The guy is walking pretty slowly, and the blurry echoes become more prevalent, but I'm too bothered by what may happen rather than attempting to change the dream environment.

I wake up, because it doesn't seem anything was going to change at the time.

I fell back asleep around 8:30 am. And I had a dream that I was seemingly no longer an alcoholic but able to have fun and party if I wanted too. Then the dream spun into a divergence of reality and obvious non reality- my hallway filled up with water and the bottom dropped out to make it a short pool. I stood looking at the water, feeling a negative presence. I looked up and saw a demon that had black eyes and tried to say something to me but in anger that I was being deceived I yelled at it to go away. "You are a deceiver!, You have no control over me! Get OUT GET OUT GET OUT!" "YOU are Simply a thing of my mind- NOW DISAPPEAR!" And I blew it into dust with my mouth. I then wanting to prove to my self the utter silliness of the situation belly flopped into the pool, and the water felt like condensed air but not wet like water and I levitated myself a few inches from it. I realized the significance of the dream- that I could speak out, when before my voice would become muted and I couldn't hear my self shout. I gained some sort of power this way, mental or spiritual in some way. Between this and the next dream sequence I tried to wake my self up but I couldn't pull myself through to consciences and saw my physical body trying to separate from my spiritual body. It was not going to happen so I let myself slip back into dreaming. Next I remember realizing that I had been on some sort of wild drug and alcohol binge that I could not remember. I had sewed the sides of my arms like I had been sutured for a wound. I realized that this was bad, that I had been completely gone mentally when this happened. I went to my husband and said I know something happened but I cannot remember using or what I did what did I do? He explained to me that at first I was happy and energetic, almost crazy- thinking I could fly and making sounds like a jet engine, then it turned dark. I closed my eyes and I could see flashes of memory almost like circus posters first of the fun and manic episode and then the darkness that took over. He shivered and said that it was something special I could do that. He then said he would remove the stitches from my arm- my father called and I woke up.

I was tossed head long back into the insanity of a nonsensical dream seemingly out of nowhere.

I had my first lucid dream last night! Woo hoo! I was sitting in this cafe when it dawned on me that it wss a dream. I then made the dream more clear by stomping my foot on the ground, and used all the methods I know to stabilize a dream. Then, I went outside, where I spent a few minutes trying to fly. I finally started to levitate, and then I flew out over a city. After flying for a few minutes, I woke up. It was really fun though! I'm so glad I was able to do it.

The first part of my dream took place in an obstacle course in a gym. The gym was like the cafeteria in the old abandoned nicoma park school, about the same size and with the windows in the same place. However, where the cafeteria meets the hallway, there was just a door leading to the outside. The carpet was a mix of dark forest green and dark red. There were balancing beams and hurdles, and some other things. At the end of the area where the kitchens should be, there were two doorways, through which there were more obstacles. The area in there was open, and reminded me of a WWII exhibit, with tables and coolers of water. I seemed to be looking for someone, a girl. She was athletic with long straight thick smooth brown hair. I seemed to want to find her to carry out our wedding. The girl I was looking for was a few years older than me. The gym was full of people, all minors, doing the obstacle course, as I was. I seem to remember specifically a short, thin dark skinned kid with curly brown hair, a green short and brownish-tan shorts. I asked around to kind this girl. The time was around afternoon, and the obstacle course was a prearranged mandatory event. I don't remember seeing any adults, but I know they were there. I think most of them were through the doorways. I didn't find the girl.

In the second part of my dream, I was still at the obstacle course. It was the next day and it was early morning. Everything was the same, except there were no people but me and the girl I was looking for. We were doing the obstacle course, talking about something, I think it was about our future. I remember meeting he parents. It was all very surreal, of course, and I seemed to be meeting them to confirm our marriage. They were dressed as if they were the two from that painting, with the man holding the pitchfork next to his wife. I remember thinking about, and talking about, the wedding ceremony. However, I do not think there was a wedding ceremony, but I do remember us being husband and wife in the obstacle course (perhaps she was already me wife?) That is the end of my dream, and this is about the third time this year I have had a wife in my dreams.

This dream is interesting because its retrospective ...
So I was in a car with 2 of my friends
I don't know who leaded the car , maybe my fresh tulpa (which is still in creation procces)
We stopped in a street in the middle of an american suburban
My friend was taken off, he wanted to prank I think...
There was black man and women quickly walking from the street they watched back and they were scared
they was almost began to run.
then we heard a shot , then another , I say ,"QUICK QUCK, GET US OUT FROM THIS CITY.-Said to the car conductor -" Come back!"- said the my friend who was out in the street, but he couldnt be back, We are could'nt
close the door , but the car started and were got out from this street , left our friend...
Somehow I realised that he died and felt sad...
Then the dream collapse and a new is getting created
now we all 3 were here before the these events happened
still in the suburban
Driving around with the unknown 4th
we were hanging out, watching around and making plans for pranking the people there .
Then I turned on the radio and they spoke some hebrew like gibberish. it was weird in the middle of USA.
We were driving around, it was night already
I rested a little bit and around 4-5 AM we were continued our hangout in the suburb
Somehow we heard from the radio that this district is dangerous and known by its infamous drug dealers and maffia members...
We were like "oh crap" , but we stayed here ,waiting for something to happen
We seen some "pranks" and that people are happy etc.
and then I seen this significant wall which reminded me of what happened in the previous dream
and so it was about to happen again , I realized this , before we stopped I said
"GO go go , we cannot stop here there's a shooting about to happen!"
Just as before we stopped me moved on , and heard the shot..
I heard some scream
we were gone out from the street quickly
not far from here I got off from the car , to the street
with a camera ,my friends thought I'm crazy..
but somehow I felt that I'm in safe now
SO I gone to this house
there was some walls
I gone between this walls
I found myself in the garden of a house
gone upstairs and seen the police
The killer was a 15-14 yr old kid
he killed 4 man
They said he killed because of anger
then the dream collapsed

Naturally this dream occurs in the old assembly hall of my primary school, with school desks and chairs dotted around the hall.

By one desk and chair are a few scattered photoraphs, nothing of note to recall aside from neither of them had any details, just blurry images, though one photograph i do pick up does have an image on it.

The image is of the back of some house, and it feels very familiar to me, the window frames are brown and wooden, possibly stained, and there are objects in front of the house which must be my dream representation of Wheelie Bins.

However upon picking up this image, i notice all is not what it seems, it appears that if i tilt the photo, the angle of the image changes, like a very good 3d photo, in fact it was almost like holding a mirror in both hands and watching the reflected perspective change as i hold it at various angles. I tilt the photo to the left and i can see whats in front of the house, and also its side walls, which is remarkable because initially the image is of a house that is part of a row of houses all joined together.

Upon waking i felt strongly that the house in the photo was my dream representation of my former childhood home on the other side of town.

I had a long, miserable WBTB. I woke up at 5am and probably didn't get back to sleep until well after 8am. But I made the effort to keep my awareness, and incubate some TOTM possibilities. I decided during this time, that upon gaining lucidity, I would find a DC, and stick my leg out as he walked by, tripping him. That's about as basic as that one gets, but I thought it would be an easy one after such a long dry spell.

Anyway, I slipped into a coma like sleep finally, and had some nonlucids that I've already forgotten. At one point, I was having a nonlucid where I was holding a cat, and petting him, and he was purring, and all sweet. But every so often, I guess I was petting him wrong, and he'd go ape shit biting my hand. This cycled a few times when I realized that it was indeed happening in cycles, and I could kinda feel vibrations associated with the biting, like when I WILD or DEILD. I realized I was dreaming (YEAH!) and thought right away about finding a DC to trip. I was already in some house, but it was unfamiliar. My left eye wasn't working right, but I ignored it. I walked into the next room and saw a really beautiful African American woman. Great body, beautiful face and hair.. made me think right away of black Barbie. She was standing in a corner of what looked like a small, cluttered family room. I said "Come 'ere.." to her, with the idea that when she walked up to me, I'd stick out my leg and trip her. But she just shook her head and said "no." Stupid DCs... when will they learn that you're not supposed to tell us dreamers no. There was a long couch next to her and I willed her to flop down on it, and she did, landing on the couch on her stomach.

Spoiler for NSFW:

I got on top of her and nailed her. I won't get into the nitty gritties here, but I will say that I'm shocked that I was able to finish without waking up, because it was pretty damn exciting. My eyesight was terrible, so I just went with feel alone. I remember making an effort to kiss and caress the skin on her back a lot, which I think helped me stay grounded. Toward the end, I was really moving and moaning, and I was super scared that real me was moving and making noises in the bed and how embarrassing that would have been!

Anyway, when I was done, I was thrilled to still be in the dream and lucid (THRILLED TO BE ALIIIIVE!!!!!!), so I made a move for an area of the room that had a window overlooking a grocery store. The window was like a portal with a preview haha, I love it. I phased through the window and entered the store from a second story height. My eye started working a lot better, and the store was really really vivid and colorful and clear. I love grocery stores in LDs, because they really are very colorful places with lots of neat stuff: colorful flowers, fruits and veggies; beautiful packages and cans of food, meat and fish and big displays with loud signs... basically a candy store for me, in dreams as well as real life. Anyway, before I could think up another task attempt, I woke up.

Best part about all this, is that I told Danny about it when I woke up, and he actually got turned on by it haha! There's only one guy in the world so freaky as to love a freak of nature such as me and I'm lucky I found him <3 Seriously, the amount of random crap he entertains me telling him, all this DV nonsense, podcasts that make no sense to him... must be all the good grub

SO LET'S SEE

first of all somethin' weird happened last night, I was drifting off to sleep and I suppose just sort of observing my thoughts (which is a concept I never really understood before but it seems to make sense in this context), and I started continuously knowing when my thoughts had shifted from IWL things that made sense to stories that seemed to be made up off the top of my head. I was just sort of ... listening to my own thoughts, and at some point that I couldn't quite pin down, they would start to get pretty crazy. And for some reason, rather than simply accepting this new development as "factual" (like most of my mind seemed to be doing), I would snap out of it and go "wait that's crazy". Hmm...

It was like part of my mind was the watcher, and the other part was simply dozing, and the dozing part would start to get invested in a story; I would catch myself thinking about something crazy, like maybe an IWL person who doesn't exist, or a story I once heard that I never actually heard, or a game I never played, but my dozing mind would treat it like something I was wholly familiar with, like an old friend. And I think what triggered the sudden realization that it was made-up was when I would think back for an instant, naturally expecting the memories to be a part of my recent past, my waking life, and that's when I would have this chill of "wait that was all just made up." And that happened like, three times in a row, and every time the chill was the exact same. So strange~

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Now for the dreams. Don't remember too much, I know for a fact there were two separate dreams but since I can no longer remember what happened in which dream, I'm just putting 'em under one header.

Dream - lel my recall is so derpy lately gg
I guess rather than chronological order, I'll arrange this in the order of what I remember best. SO THEN...

Strongest memory would be the part where I was on a dark, fiery battlefield, lots of blackened earth, troops marching forward towards the enemy army or towards destruction or towards whatever waited over there. I was one of 'em, but I was a special snowflake; not exactly "just another soldier". I didn't really have a place in the dream, a prearranged role, no backstory. It was just me chillin' with everyone else, marching forward with everybody else.

AND USING ELEMENTAL CONTROL WHAAAAAT.

I wouldn't really call myself lucid but some part of my mind was naturally invested in the idea of controlling elements around me. And it wasn't really a feeling of "maybe if I do this I will be able to possibly get the elements to obey me", it was more like "hum-de-dum just gonna grab some fire from over there hm that's not very much oh well." Like, I had the confidence I needed, and there wasn't as strong a focus on "breaking the dream" or trying to use my expectations or anything like that. Quite natural.

So let's see I was walking forward and I think I tried to snatch a bit of fire from a fellow soldier's torch (think he was standing by the roadside), but I only ended up with a tiny flicker of flame. It survived for a brief moment, curled up in a ball of air that was cupped in my palm (I mean it was invisible air but I could feel something between the fire and my palm, holding it there). I think the reason I controlled it like that was because in general, when I imagine trying to control fire, I end up concerned that I'll lose control and get horribly burns and stuff like that. And my dreaming, non-lucid mind is apparently the part that likes to inventively come up with little solutions to those problems~ and new ideas for dream powers~ (as in, the psychic poke technique) aaah I love my brain :D

SO ANYWAY next I came to a surprisingly-untouched stream, clear water coursing through a channel in the black ground. I manipulated it a bit, lifting some of it out of the stream in a nice sort of curling trail, but I think my conclusion was that there was nothing I could really do with it, and also it felt sort of ... unsatisfying. Maybe it's just that water physics are so hard to render that I end up with a sort of approximation of water and it's not much fun manipulating an approximation? Who knows.

The third and last elemental control thing I tried was simply that I was still marching, when I noticed something burning coming up on my left. The start of a little wildfire, perhaps, and close enough on my left side that, as I walked past, I got a bit concerned that it might spread to me. So I waved my hand down at it, palm down, in a sort of calming gesture, and the fire almost completely extinguished. Really, given the size of it, it was sort of unexpected that the whole thing would be put out, but I got the feeling that it was easier to simply put a fire out than to try to control it. Fire is wild, but fragile, in my mind.

That was about the extent of that segment.

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One of the only other things I remember is a brief bit where I was in a dark, rather small room with my parents (think there was a well-lit hallway outside it though), and then my shoe caught on fire. Or something like that happened. I was understandably upset, but my parents did nothing while I put it out myself (for a brief moment, the fire seemed borderline out of control, but it didn't hurt anything except my shoe). Afterwards, I examined the fire damage done to the rubber parts of my shoe with some disgust, irritated that my parents didn't care what happened to the shoes I've had for years and years. GEEZ.

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UGH I keep getting such tantalizing flashes of how the rest of the dream went. But maybe the concepts just don't translate well to the waking world...

The only thing I really remember is that I was packing up to move, and going down to the basement to retrieve some stuff, and then there was something about a game or story. Impossible to retrieve now.

Before I decided to wake up for good this morning I had a strange experience where I had a vivid dream that happened right after I closed my eyes for a couple minutes after being wide awake. It lasted about a minute but it was so vivid.

Apparently I was in japan, people all around me where dressed in white uniforms, with blue leggings or skirts. It kind of reminded me of school uniforms. There where three buildings in a row, huge and wide buildings that looked like chapels mixed with some school layouts. I was walking with a friend who spoke Japanese but she understood what I was saying, I was asking where I was supposed to go for a certain thing I really don't remember what I was asking but she understood and pointed to the middle building among three different ones. This kind of made sense since the building was the second building from left to right and right to left. It had the roman numeral two in big bold letters in front of the school. People where standing around chatting amongst themselves, it was strange. I could see the source of light from the dream, I couldn't see people's faces but that is common. There were people sitting on benches among this board walk, with schools in the back of the board walk, and green grassy fields. That was pretty much it though.

I am driving my car somewhere coastal and high up, as i reach this apex i can see a lovely view of a bay down below, bathed in summertime sun, with a road that snakes wildly before me, and the sea to my right suddenly changes into a lake that i visit often, and suddenly i am transported back to this dream version of the place i know so well, except the ground is very uneven, and there are sheer drops everywhere, in reality there are no sheer drops at this place, you could run around all day and not get hurt, but in the dream version the ground is very unstable, and it is quite dangerous.

Now i am walking about these grass covered monoliths, looking up at their height, and noticing that they dont seem to stay in one place, they shift position and occasionally fly up in the air only to land somewhere else close by, leaving a gaping hole where it once stood. These monoliths suddenly turn into some space rocket trying to touch down, and there is a panicked crowd nearby, and i realise i am now in the playing field of my old primary school, and i am inside the classroom but also outside as well, very detached from the scene, i can even see the sandpits and waterpits which we used to play in.

This rocket thing eventually jumps out of view and i am now looking over a field covered in apple plants, not trees, plants! I walk nby and kick random apples from these plants and they ring out very musically like little bells, and sparkly glitter like substances fly from them as i kick them, and sometimes hummingbirds appear as i kick the apples, the apples then turn into some unusual flowers, all pointing in one direction, slightly bent also, with these long tendrills flowing gently in the breeze, and suddenly lots and lots of bright vivid colours, swirling together, and the sky is pink, like a sunset after a rainshower, bething everything in this relaxing pink light.

I then pick up my laptop and notice one of my twitter followers has changed their twitter name to Cstocky500, i see this Cstocky500 twice more, and it never changes, the font stays the same, as did the word itself.

Dream fades, i wake up normally...

When i did become lucid upon waking, Cstocky500 was right in front of my eyes, as if i had been looking at the word for a while and turned away only to find the word still there, like when you close your eyes after looking at something contrasting, it leaves an inverted impression. Never had this from a dream before!

I’m just wondering about these dreams my ex has been having. Since the breakup, she’s told me twice that she has had a dream about me.

In the first one, she said that we were back in High School and I got a new blue car. And I went to a formal high school dance with her and afterwards we danced in the rain together, but there was another girl with us that she didn’t recognize who was also dancing in the rain.

In the second dream, she said the following, but I didn’t respond because I’m in my 3rd week of NC:
“I had a dream about you. You moved to this super weird house – the bathroom was connected to the garage and that was the only way to get in there. We were going to play this game of some sort. Like a sport or something. But then I ended up falling asleep outside on the grass and when I woke up you were mopping my head with a washcloth. And I was all confused and asking you what was going on, and you were just like, “I’m not going to tell you,” so I ran inside to the bathroom and there was blood everywhere. Like, my hair was dripping. It was quite gross. I don’t remember getting cleaned up but I did and then I was sitting with Kaitlyn {who is my sister, her ex-best friend, who was very much against our relationship} and she was very uncomfortable but she was still kind of nice. She asked me if I wanted candy and I said yes and she handed me an empty candy wrapper. Then you came back and we went to school. I remember seeing a kid I hadn’t seen in years… But I don’t remember who he was. Then we went to a concert. And that’s eat. Wait no. At one point I told my coworker Tony the Asian to call you for some reason. Now that’s it."

Any ideas as to what any of this means? Maybe it’s an insight into her subconscious….

3/30/14 *!! **

1145to bed, ~130son home, 152wake from LD#1, 202 til 219 DJing awake thinking 257-305still+earplugs 425wake from LD#2 550wake from LD#3. Factors for early LD & 3 in one night=awareness raised by my son coming home. The timing of this early awareness would be best replicated with a DEILD alarm. Plus apple juice maybe 6 ounces and lots of milk with cereal before bed=effect?

I remember being lucid just before so it was either DEILD > lose lucidity >regain lucidity...or DEILD attempt ++awareness > DILD > lose lucidity >regain lucidity within same dream for LD#1. In the last part where I regained lucidity I had a terrific experience! I am in my car operating some car elevator that moves a car on or off of a ship. I decide I need to go back and in operating it back down it malfunctions and my car starts falling and falling. The way that I am falling makes me realize that I am dreaming. I begin to fly on my own and I'm above a city with lots of hills, green hills but very built up with so many things going on! I have the feeling that this is a foreign city, a very busy foreign city. There are not usually so many things going on in my lucid dreams. I see the word Hacienda on a sign. I think to look for more words and landmarks and see "lower level" in the stadium section of seats and I hear the crack of a bat hitting a
baseball... It's a baseball stadium! But I flew by it so quick and the stands are set up very unusually as if each section was separate and not immediately congruent to the baseball field. I keep going and I start thinking of looking for something to examine close up. This place is so green and I'm swooping around at quite a speed. Green hills within the city and DCs everywhere I am just amazed at all of the graphics processing of my brain but realize that the resolution is more like a great video game than HD reality. I find this house on a hill top and see a sexy woman. Another woman says a warning to the sexy woman and she runs inside and I try to follow but I stay bigger than the small area I'm trying to enter, it is staying small like it was in my view from up above. It is as if my brain did not correct the size when I swoop down to this house or it is as if this was always a miniature world and I a flying giant. Anyway, I try to approach the
woman but she won't stop running and screaming so I grabbed her gently like a giant grabbing a miniature dollar something looking at her, she is very cute. I start taking off her clothes but my fingers are so big I feel like King Kong with the damsel but more frisky I guess. She does not seem to mind anymore! I carefully pinch my forefinger and my thumb together several times until I can grab a piece of the fabric of her blouse and pull it away. I am very curious and I find that underneath she is wearing a black and white striped bra and I repeat the same steps to remove it. I start fading back to bed trying a quick DEILD but I seem to be at the end of that REM cycle and I can hear my son on the phone so I get up to see what is up. I lay back down and attempt to induce my wife into an LD by telling her that she is dreaming. 127

LD#2 is a WILD attempt where at first I think I'm just getting a dreamlet of a bank scene but as it continues I realize that is a full fledged dream that I'm completely inside of and I am in the bank with a gun, an automatic gun and apparently I am robbing a bank for some reason . It sounds like fun so I continue with the scenario. Some hero from the bank is running around trying to mess me up and I start firing the automatic weapon chasing him around the bank with the bullets and after about 20 plus rounds of bullets the gun jams up. The scene fates into very intricate grid pattern. I have gotten good patterns before I always find it fascinating but this one was more intricate than I remember previous ones being. Like I was in the movie Tron or something. It is also kind of similar to floating through space but instead of stars there are lines everywhere and I just enjoy it until I eventually fade back to bed. 128

LD#3 I can remember the beginning of this dream quite well , the non-lucid part. There is a female cop on the run for something that she didn't do. There is a Native American cop like reservation police who is looking for her and feels that she is innocent and wants to help her. He calls out for her as he is standing several feet from his truck and the truck starts rolling away. It rolls over a fence and is heading towards his partner as he runs after it . It knocks his partner in the head with a glancing blow and he falls to the ground but there are more wheels to follow and one runs over his head, gross! I cover my eyes a little bit and now this whole thing is playing out like a movie. The Native American cop witnesses his partner's head being ran over and vomits a bright green fluorescent colored vomit! I think to myself "I didn't need to see that...that didn't need to be part of the movie!" I seem to wonder about the color of the vomit perhaps
semi-lucidly. I feel myself back in bed and there is a heavy weight on top of me. I recognize this feeling and stay calm. I decide that it is a woman on top of me even though she feels more heavy then the average woman. I make a few thrusts upwards in an intercourse motion and I am able to mentally reorient myself to where I am on top of her and fully in the dream. I am on top of a beautiful sexy woman and we proceed to have sex until I fade back to bed. 129

A couple of key points that I noted in my dream journal were that I was staring at the back of my closed eyelids and as images formed I would look past them like the way you might stare off into the distance. It felt like a key to dealing with HI's and dreamlets. This was used in my WILD attempt.

3/27* I wake up from a non lucid dream where I saved a baby but the baby was partly unconscious but the father was already assuming the worst and heartbroken and I could not get him to look at the eye movement of the baby as proof that she would survive. I am able to convince the mother who comes up running. I have this feeling that I was lucid earlier perhaps in the dream before this one and I think was I flying? No I don't think so. And then I remembered it involved having sex with my wife! I remember this while I was reading the above dream in my bedside dream journal! It all started coming back to me! I realize that it is easier to forget a lucid dream especially earlier in the night when you have regular dreams follow it and your recall is not the best. Heck I forget things from waking life. I won't go into full details but someone had just left the room and my wife's mom or my dad I think was the one who just left the room. I feel like I am
probably dreaming but not as sure as usual for some reason and there's also danger of that person coming back in. I do the nose pinch and I can breathe through but I wonder if I really close my nose and I decide to look at my hand and at first I think it looks normal but then I definitely count six fingers. I proceed to have quite a time with my wife and we do a number of things that we don't commonly do and a lot of interesting things happen that don't quite make sense but very enjoyable. I am leaving out the details for obvious reasons but the sexual experience lasted maybe 4 minutes I would say, so not the longest LD. I fade back to bed. 126

One more note of interest to myself at least...the next night waking up on March 30th I had a dream involving something like 40% of the details of my evening out that very night! I usually find that the connections are a little harder to make between the residue and the dream content.

This is one of my earliest dreams, and i was probably about 5 or 6 years old at the time, very young, but this dream has never faded from memory at all.

It takes place in a very old shop in my hometown, Evisons. In reality the shop sells working attire, school uniforms and camping equipment. However in my dream it is some weird museum, with nothing of particular interest, aside from a coat of arms, this big suit of armour which was posed as being seated in the middle of the room at this shop, which took place on the first floor at the front.

Curiously, i begin to take layers of armour off, layer upon layer, until it reached the size of an action man, i removed the final layer to reveal my dad, in minature, who seems quite angry and is shouting and hollering as he runs around the room, blaming me for minaturising him.

30.03.2014

Persuading a God while He Tries to Kill Me, Balloon Giraffe, Green Squares of Death (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I’m inside of an educational facility, and apparently, there’s a news station crew that broadcast that it’s dangerous to try and enter a certain room because criminals are inside of it. I had the intention of going into the office way before this announcement, but now, whatever plans I had were delayed.

The “criminals” come out, and there’s an outbreak. People are screaming, panicking, and running for their lives. I can’t really see the criminals that well, because everything felt like a rushed blur, but the dream shifts to where I eventually get outside.

There’s a balloon giraffe that’s probably 300-500 in the air, and as for the actual height, at least 50 feet or so.

It apparently has the ability to summon large light green squares, and can mentally break them apart into smaller cubes, and they’re all being directed to me. This ends up being a dream where I just run for my life, trying to use whatever I can in the environment while gradually developing an escape plan, other than to wake up.

I can feel my back tingling constantly in this dream, and even though it gets annoying, along with the head pressures, it helps a lot with avoiding the green cubes. I already know I’m at a major disadvantage since the floating giraffe can move about anywhere, and can get a quick aerial view of where I could be at. I couldn’t cover large distances, so my general tactic was to hide in buildings while peeking to see if the giraffe is off looking at me in the other direction.

But it seems that as long as the giraffe can locate me, the green squares’ composition can be manipulated to fit into the tightest corners, and then swoop in to try and inflict damage to me. Speaking for damage, I’m pretty sure I was attacked several times, but I didn’t really feel any pain.

The adrenaline, and other surging tendencies prevented me from noticing this. Maybe I knew it wouldn’t be something as dangerous, but it’s hard to know if I would be aware of that in the circumstance I was in. The giraffe’s composition was nagging, and this made me realize why this giraffe may exist within the dream.

I felt as if I was having to deal with a projection of how I conceptualized someone’s over-inflated ego. And because the visage of the giraffe was stationary, correlating its attacks at me, while it portrays no emotion whatsoever, since it’s a balloon, makes things pretty intimidating.

I speculated on whether or not the same individual I engaged in discussion with in waking life was either a Sociopath to remain calm, and yet still be so aggressive at the same time without even knowing that they’re being so in the first place. Building after building, and crashing into so many random items and resources, I finally get some breathing time.

I took that time to speculate why I haven’t woken up as yet, especially when all the rushed surging of adrenaline was so overwhelming. I guess what helped sustained me within this dream was that I was fluctuating between going into a dream body, and then just viewing what was happening if things were too overwhelming. It’s hard to describe, it’s almost as if I wanted to see how this dream would turn out, despite of its nonsensical nature.

After a while, it seems the giraffe isn’t going to win this hunt, so it decides to turn into what seems to be a godly entity. And I swear he looks exactly like the Advice God meme:

He has a built chest, and is wearing white robes that seem to move around like smoke. He continues to use the green squares, keeping his distance away from me. I continue to play this game of chase and run, realizing that he’s obviously not here to kill me, but rather to intimidate me, and wanting me to respond to his random queries.

But then again, I don’t think it would’ve been wise to stop someone that turns into a giraffe to hunt you down in the first place. I’m now in a building, and I reach the top floor, and it almost feels as if it’s some kind of public school in New York, or some kind of area where there’s mostly dull colored buildings.

The flooring consists of a checkered tiling with dark gold and dark brown, and there’s all sorts of papers and fliers. The entity starts creating winds to swoosh into the area, and now he’s augmented his size so much that I can see his whole eye extend probably up to 20 feet just from me looking at the window. He asks me at some point,

“Why don’t you believe?”

I get confused, trying to strip away the obvious reasons why he would ask me this. After this, I believe I woke up at some point. After going back to sleep, I’m now in a building, except it seems like a mix of a laboratory, and a disco dance floor, exceptt with white tile flooring and walls, and no disco ball. There’s an entity wearing a fancy suit, and had a body composition similar to what you would see in Team Fortress 2’s Spy (never played the game by the way).

Except his suit is black, and he just has an expression, despite wearing a mask, that makes me feel really bad for this guy. I don’t know what it is in particular, but something irks me about him.

I think I was going to declare generalizations on nihilism to him. But what would be the point of telling a spy that his objectives have no inherent meaning?

Get it? Get it? Geeeeeet it? Okay, enough cracking existential nihilism jokes.

After avoiding conversation with the guy, it seems I’m headed for an elevator nearby, and it’s really an open elevator where you can see some of the gears and metal bindings. OH, there was another dream shift before this I think where I'm Roxas, and I'm trying to run away from the giraffe, or the godly entity, can't remember who.

After that, I can’t remember what happens next.

Hmm fell back asleep and had a nicer sort of a lucid, although I'm tempted to call it low-level lucidity since I was so immersed in the dream and yet using dream powers... but the exploration of dream powers was super nice so 8>

Lucid #7 - Condensed Milk Run
Finally a dream with a straightforward title. Guess that means it's one of the more rational ones I've had...

... OR IS IT the dream starts out with my mom, dad, sister, sister's boyfriend, and some stranger and I all eating cake in the 1319 backyard together. The cake itself is so big it's essentially the dinner table, and we're all sitting around it at various spots just eating it with forks.

Unfortunately it's not the best cake ever; whoever made it definitely made an excellent attempt, but we still find fault with it. So Dad tells me to go up the street to the CVS and get some condensed milk.

I'm still sort of lucid so I'm happy to oblige so I can have a chance to try out dream powers; I fly overtop our house, land on the sidewalk, and start to make my way up the street.

I start experimenting with a new way to fly: I hop up in the air, and then sort of skim forward somehow. I'm really moving, and the speed feels great, but as I'm going forward I'm also drifting back down to the ground as well, and finally I land. I decide to try again, this time thinking "What if there was less gravity?" ... now my initial leap carries me a fair bit higher, and I can really feel the weightlessness; I start skimming forward, just as fast as before, and make it all the way up the street. I end up passing the CVS and skid to a stop when I land; it takes me probably like 10 feet to come to a complete stop, and it feels great.

(I love this kind of flying. I think it's the same I did in my dream where I was part of the alien-dinosaur resistance hehehe, I forgot to try to revisit it though. Puttin' that on my dream powers list.)

So I enter the CVS and a clerk helps me find the condensed milk; it's in a fridge just standing by itself against the end of an aisle. He's super helpful and takes out the condensed milk to show it to me. There're two types in a bottle with a wrapper: half of it is mixed with lemon juice, the other half is just regular condensed milk.

By this time I've realized I don't have money to pay for it. Dad completely failed to give me any cash. For a moment, part of my mind reminds me that it's a dream, I can do whatever I want, I could take the condensed milk and leave, nobody would be able to stop me—but that train of thought is utterly overruled by a different decision-maker in my brain. I choose instead to use the psychic poke technique, where I stick two fingers into someone's mind and concentrate on what I want them to believe or do.

So I try it on him, trying to give him the idea that he should just give me the condensed milk for free, as a gift. He seems perturbed by this train of thought. It seems he's pretty dedicated to his job, because the idea doesn't stick the first time. Also, there're four or five people who all seem intent on getting help from him, and they're all just sort of standing by in a semi-circle around him. I have to move somebody out of the way to get up front, close by him again, and I try the psychic poke again.

This time he's slightly more convinced, but before giving the milk to me he decides to do something in the back of the store.

I don't think I was lucid by this time. I remember Mom showing up in the store to tell me about a game I was supposed to play with Ben in the back of the store.

I head back there, go through a door and head up some stairs, and suddenly I'm playing a video game. It's like the video game's world was existing in a 3D space, and I just walked into it and was suddenly playing it.

It was some sort of Final Fantasy fighting game. The characters I remembered were Sephiroth (who I played as/was for a short time, and having that frickin' long sword was awesome), and Cloud/Zack. When you chose to play as Cloud, initially Zack would show up lugging a young, comatose Cloud over his shoulder. I was like "I thought I chose Cloud" but yeah Zack was just there to drop him off. And Cloud would get better and stuff. Like, grow up and turn into normal, Advent Children Cloud. Good times.

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I've gotten into a good habit of thinking about my dream while I'm still waking up, just sort of automatically musing on it and trying to remember it. This time, it took me sort of a while to realize that the dream I was musing on was new, and not just a continuation of the one I'd had a couple hours back. So that was cool.