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14.03.2014

Looking for a Gas Station (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I’m driving just fine in this dream, and the environment I’m in seems to be within the Cypress neighborhood I used to reside in years ago. I’m concerned about the amount of fuel left in the vehicle, and proceeded to look for the nearest gas station that wouldn’t try to rip me off.

Even though what happened before this dream was patchy, a mini-flashback slides through my awareness that a gas station was selling gas for $3.15, so that became my median price to look for. I’m on the left lane, and was speculating whether or not I should take the furthest left lane to make a left turn, but I decided to stick in the lane I’m at for now.

I wait for the stop sign, and a few vehicles are in front of me. I take a moment to glance over the atmosphere, and it’s the perfect kind of day honestly. Light gray skies, not too hot, nor too cold, and it almost feels as if I’m on my way to heading home.

I eventually arrive at the gas station that was beyond the stop light I previously was around, and the price showed up as $3.19 for gas on a Red sign that was probably 100 feet or so in the air. The number and “$” was portrayed through the same format you would see in an electronic scoreboard.

I turn to the left into the entrance of the gas station, and now the dream shifts completely. There isn’t even a gas station to begin with, only a fairly large building that’s probably 5 stories high. It consisted of dull dark colors, and tinted windows. I go inside, and I’m lurking around trying to find a gas station in a building.

Eventually, I presumed a room I’m entering would be where I could get some gasoline. I don’t know how I could deduce something like that, but I just let it happen naturally. A room to my right seems to have a lot of people sitting down watching something, maybe T.V.

So I go inside, and I slowly walked in, looking around to the right to see if there’s another pathway to take, or if I should stay where I am right now. One noticeable dream character was a blonde male that looked like he was in his mid to late twenties, and he was wearing a basic light gray shirt with blue jeans. His beard seemed to mix around dirty blonde, to almost a light brown color.

I believe I asked him on whether or not this is where we would wait for gasoline. He nods, and states (paraphrasing):

“If you’re expecting to meet your girl on time, this might take a while.”

Before I could even make a response as to how he knows what I’m doing, even though I don’t know where I was planning to head after getting gasoline, I noticed two people having a conversation to the left of me.

I couldn’t see the individual that was closest to me, because their back was facing me. But I could see the other person, who looked like Alan Harper from Two and a Half Men. I believe he’s wearing a striped orange and white polo shirt, and is probably wearing Khaki or milky light brown pants with a dark brown belt.

He looks at me for a while and smiles, and I’m curious on whether or not if he can be a reliable person to ask where I could find gasoline instead of having to wait in this room where other people are apparently waiting or gas.

Alan Harper goes back into focusing on the conversation, and I can’t remember what happens next.

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14.03.2014

Sharon Newman Fiasco & Samuel Jackson is Making me Chop an Office Box (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Things start out in a warehouse that’s fairly packed with metal shelves with random objects. The atmosphere of the dream made things too dark to bother with observing the environment around me, so I don’t know if those shelves were filled with boxes or anything. To the right of me are a series of windows, which is pretty much the only light source illuminating the area for the time being.

I’m only spectating what’s going on in the dream, but I see Sharon Newman in white bath cloth with another man wearing the same as well. The guy definitely doesn’t look like anyone she’s going with in the show at all, and he seems to be around 30 years of age. He has short blonde hair, and has a few rugged features surrounding his visage.

They don’t seem to be doing anything other than probably having a conversation with each other, and then to the right, someone seems to be heading their inside the warehouse, and they look like Nicholas Newman. He’s wearing a brown jacket that’s only going down a few inches under his waist region.

He comes inside the warehouse, and it seems now I’m fluctuating between perspectives of the spectator view, and the guy that Sharon Newman was just with. Sharon Newman turns around, and seems mildly surprised that Nicholas is here, and I believe she starts flashing her body in front of him for a few seconds.

Nicholas looks at her, and then shifts his face diagonally, almost as if he’s slightly bothered on what’s going on. While I’m trying to validate whose body I’m in, Nicholas eventually leaves, and Sharon does the same after a few seconds. Now I’m positive that I’m inside the body of the Blonde guy, but there’s still some doubt.

There’s a table right behind me (I was mostly facing the window to the right), and it consisted of a gray metallic texture. The dream shifts a bit where Samuel Jackson in his Avengers attire arrives. I freak out for a bit, since his expression seems like he has ill intentions in mind.

Not that kind of expresion

He takes out a sword, and waves it around for a bit, which intimidates me even further. I feel as if he’s making threats at me, but it would be difficult to recall what he stated exactly to me. But then he sits down, and offers me the sword. I take it immediately, and I proceed to follow his instructions, seeing how he doesn’t seem to have an ambition to attack me.

Between us on the table is an office box, you know, the ones with the oval cut-outs for handles on the side, and the square box top to cover it. It has a purple top, and the box itself is white with a few black fonts and thin lines near the top region on the sides. Based on how Samuel Jackson’s gestures, he seems to be instructing me to start chopping up the box. I hold the hilt tightly, and things shift into a first person perspective. I raise my arms, and I proceed to make my first attempt of slicing the box.

The box itself is surprisingly durable, but I’m able to almost make a clean slice. Samuel Jackson instructs me to keep going at it, and I proceed to go through trial and error of what kind of strength I would have to apply to completely cut through the box. The box is sturdy, and seems to never shift an inch, no matter how hard I tried to slice and dice it up.

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

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14.03.2014

Saving Someone & Bypassing Guerrilla Soldiers (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

This dream was way too long for me to get time to expound on it, so I'll just give a brief breakdown.

• I'm with a few dream characters, and we have a goal to save someone that's apparently prisoned in some kind of guerrilla infrastructure
• I take the initiative to go inside, while the others apparently play their roles
• We somehow managed to rescue the individual(s), and I have to find a way to get out without alerting the Guerrilla Soldiers that seem to be similar to the models in Splinter Cell: Chaos Theory
• I’m almost at the rendezvous point, but I have to observe 1-2 soldiers movements to avoid taking the wrong move and being caught
• After being patient for few minutes, I take the opportunity, and I believe I escaped
• Throughout the dream, feelings of adrenaline, fear, and having to control that at the dead of night within the dream environment were the main challenges for me

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14.03.2014

I Almost Hit a Child while Reverse Driving (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Even though this was a dream, it was a close one that the child wasn’t injured at all.

Anyway, before I get to that, things start out where I’m interested in buying something. I don’t know what I have in mind, but I presume I don’t have money for the time being. Wherever I was heading, I was probably following a relative of mine to a food store.

I glanced over an electronics store on the way, and wanted to get a particular advice that was probably some kind of memory storage, or something of that nature. After a while, I’m left alone, and I proceed to going back where I parked initially.

While I’m going back, a female with dark brown hair (or maybe black hair) comes to me, gives me $100, and leaves. After absorbing how shocked I was from this generous act, I contemplated on who that particular dream character looked like. She looked like she was in her mid-twenties, and was wearing a dark colored sweater where there were vertical seams, along with wearing blue female jeans.

I’m not sure what I was going to do, and I had an urge to go to the electronics store, but my recall of what happened next is bad. All I know is that I’m back at the vehicle, and I wanted to prepare to drive out. I unlock the vehicle, do the usual thing, start up the engine, and wait for a while.

I noticed that through the rear-view mirror, there was an African-American female walking by with her child. The older female had a crisp and vibrant hairstyle with dark brown colors, and a hint of lighter golden brown dye as well. I believe she was wearing a light milky caramel jacket that stretched all the way down to her ankles.

She was wearing dark clothes underneath the jacket, probably dark violet for the shirt, or at least the shoes, I don’t know precisely. Her child was wearing a light blue shirt with dark blue dots everywhere. She was wearing some kind of cool related color, maybe violet, or blue. She had a pompom hairstyle as well, and I shift my awareness at looking through the rear-view mirrors and side mirrors as well.

Unfortunately, the moment I try to reverse, the vehicle is slightly out of my control. It backs up, and then swerves to the right, and then straightens out so fast that I worried on whether or not I rammed into anyone, especially the child. The vehicle stops, and I set it on park, and I quickly get out of the door, panicking and wondering what in the world was going on just now.

Fortunately, the child and the mother are safe, but the mother is very angry at me. I didn’t know what to say other than slowly trying to calm myself down. She starts saying random things, and she stated she would call the police or something, but after a while, I just went back to the vehicle since I didn’t injure anyone.

I don’t know why the sudden change in demeanor occurred, though it was probably just because it was a dream all along, and there’s no need for me to fixate on something like this. The dream shifts where there’s a random series of me standing near the middle of a turning area on the road. Then there’s one where there’s an African-American female walking with 3-4 children.

I can’t remember anything else for the dream.

And I thought that the musical lucid dream with no visuals was cool...

Okay, so it starts out with me being at this outdoor theater area, with an old stone stage and stone seats. It looks like parts of the stage have been rebuilt with wood rather than stone. There is a large wooden plaque with an ensign on the front of it.
Something happens under the stage that knocks out some of the support, causing the stage to shift and become imbalanced. The stage breaks in half and has a four-foot rise just to the left of the middle. The whole theatre becomes crooked and distressed looking but is still standing.
Anyways, the entire theatre is empty save for where I am sitting in the front row. I am sitting in the front row and I am a huge gigantic ugly green man. I have to say I looked like Shriek. I think there was even a donkey sitting next to me.
Some elderly man walks onto the stage wtih a big old looking scroll. He unrolls it and begins marking off a bunch of dates in the past. The oldest date was like 1692 or something. And he's marking them up with a big red marker. I can't help but think that he's defacing this document.
I look more closely at the dates and they are dates that I and other monsters have attacked these people. The man doesn't seem upset that I have attacked what I think are his people. It had something to do with the fact that my attacks were not just seen as pointless harm, but rather a challenge symbolic of something, and that it was part of the tradition in his culture to drive away monsters. It was something seen as fun.
It was at this time that I realized that the only way I was viewing the document was because I was flying. I had morphed into a bird. I flew over the stage and into the surrounding forest. Things became very foggy. and it looked like most of the trees dead were overgrown with vines and moss.
I begin feeling like there is something beckoning me. There is some feeling of unconditional love and kindness. I look around and see a large nest at the top of one of the dead trees with a white owl-like bird in it. Something about her feels familiar, like I already know this being. I land at the nest.
I am taken into "third person" for a moment to see that I am a small falcon like bird. The other bird is able to communicate telepathically through to me, and states that it will be going back to its true home and wants me to come join her as soon as I can. She then flies off and as she does, she begins to change from a bird into an angel.
"Well shoot, nothing stopping me from going now!"
I begin to fly and notice that I am changing too. I am now a human with wings, but rather than having white angel wings, I have my falcon wings. It was also around this point that lucidity somewhat took hold. I got the feeling that what I was experiencing was not a part of standard reality.
I get out of the fog and arrive on this beach location. There are people on the beach playing and walking together, and there are a few rows of buildings along the edge of the beach. I look back and the fog is gone, and I am in a new location. Behind me there are now huge mountains covered in tropical rainforest.
The sky is beautiful, indescribably beautiful. This was a picture that looked close to what I saw, though it was a bit brighter, and over the ocean there was a wall of clouds, almost like a storm.

There is one cloud that seems to be glowing, as if it is back-lit by a second sun. (And we all know that in my dreams multiple suns are not uncommon.) But I can feel the beacon again. The feeling of unconditional love and acceptance, and I want to get there.
I begin flapping my wings, but for some reason, flying has become insanely difficult and tiring, and I can barely stay above the waves. I eventually start to get caught by water and I feel disappointment and shame as my feet touch the water and my whole body sinks in. Some dream character on the shore yells at me telling me not to get my wings wet. My wings are not just wet, they are destroyed, half the feathers have been plucked off. Okay... great... now I can't fly to that cloud. Maybe I can swim? No, because once I get under the cloud, how am I going to get up there?
But I was partially lucid, and had the feeling that I could reset, so I tried to get a do-over as best I could.
Bang, I'm back on the beach, and my wings are dry. I feel like some time has passed, but the sun or clouds haven't really moved. I walk along the beach until it comes to a peninsula. I feel like this is a better spot, I am much closer to the cloud now. I walk back into the island, and climb up a small hill about fifty feet high.
Okay... deep breath... Open my wings... Running start... I jump off of the hill and scream "Ya-hoo!!" and I am off and flying. I go between two palm trees and a couple of dream characters look at me with that WTF expression. I get out over the ocean and the difficulty of flying kicks in again, but it's not nearly as strong this time. No, I am not going to fail this time. I start flying out over the ocean and am moving much faster. I am still low above the water, but I feel like I have enough control not to go into the water.
I get about one third of the way out to the cloud. The cloud is still beckoning to me with unconditional love. It feels like its been about three minutes. I begin thinking about how I don't just need to get out over the ocean, but I also need to start flying upwards if I want to get there.

Morning of March 14, 2013. Thursday.



In my very vivid dream I am walking west with my family (wife Zsuzsanna and children), but seemingly in Brisbane instead of our present home. To the south (coming from Brisbane) is a tidal wave far in the distance rising up over the buildings. I tell everyone else on the streets to run and I keep saying that a tidal wave is coming. I then say, however, that we need to get to the hospital which is only about a block away in our present real-life location but does not fit the in-dream location. I say that because it is the tallest building in the immediate area in real life otherwise and I am thinking of getting every member of my family to the roof.

However, the event is getting closer and closer (probably with more speed and height than realistically that far inland). Firstly, I worry a bit about my youngest son, but he is close and is still with us. I see other people running but they do not seem very frightened.

I soon feel an amazing sense of cool water rushing down heavily onto me and see bits of foam everywhere. As we are trying to get up the wooden steps to the second-floor level of a building (the first floor is likely fully open with just storage space as are a lot of homes here) and with a taller building just behind me, it is an amazing feeling, incredibly vivid in terms of weight and pressure and overall sensations. However, I am fairly certain that had it been real it would have knocked me down and swept me away, but it is refreshing, even exhilarating, in-dream. It only causes me to bend down a bit as it hits me.

We manage to get up to the living room (there seems to be a “mirrored” flight of steps on the opposite side from where we entered). It appears to be a couple of Aborigines dressed in business suits (man and woman, about forty, facing each other at about twenty degrees) and standing near the front of the room. The television is on. I get the sense that one or more people had entered before us (through the opposite “mirrored” side) and may have already left or are in a different room. Another tidal wave comes, but it does not seem that dramatic. The water seems to be about waist-high outside.

Fragment
Being in a room, sort of a community center thing that reminded me of a 7-11. I know Nathan was there, and probably some other people. I think before that we'd all been wandering around Rock Creek Park.

Dream - Velociraptors
Yo this was a velociraptor dream. I suppose I would call this a zombie theme, since the general idea is fending off hordes of undesirable things that want to eat me and that are very difficult to run from.

SO in this dream I was in, I think, the Cheverly house, and Ben was with me. There were also a few others, one of which being an older businessman sort of fat guy who seemed very doomed under the circumstances. Also some people were fending off velociraptors in the van at some point, or maybe that's just something I considered doing myself? Personally I didn't like the idea of being trapped in a tiny space with a bunch of velociraptors, but different strokes for different folks. I preferred to be trapped in the basement.
Actually the basement wasn't as open as you'd think, thanks to the piles of junk everywhere, but they did prevent the raptors from surrounding my brother and I right away.

Anyway I can't really remember how it got going, but I do remember that Ben and I were in the basement for a specific reason, something we had to collect, some reason we couldn't leave right away. He was attending to that while I tried to fend off the first wave of velociraptors with something that may have been a baseball bat or simply a long chunk of wood. And apparently the dream's graphics engine got a bit lazy, because the first wave of raptors consisted of rather small clear-colored raptors that were fairly difficult to spot, owing to their see-through-ish-ness. I remember whacking a few, but I had the impression that I wasn't going to be able to hold them off very well, and/or they didn't seem particularly impressed by my attack, despite being hit over the head with a chunk of wood bigger than they were. At any rate, I did seem to be managing to stall them for the moment, at which point the next wave of velociraptors arrived.
These were a size larger and featured Graphics 2.0 with full coloring, which appeared all the more striking as though to make up for the previous and more boring first wave. Their color was something like brown, red, and green, with dramatic zigzags along their backs, and very bright eyes and faces. I don't recall fighting them very much; I think their appearance was a sign that we should leave the basement, lock the door, and never open it again.

Man there was some kinda plotpoint that had to do with why we were in the basement, and maybe even why raptors were coming to attack us, but I can't remember it. Scientific research? Who knows >:U

I also remember a point at which I was talking to the fat business guy in an upstairs room.

Unfortunately there doesn't seem to be any satisfactory conclusion to this velociraptor dream. OH WELL. I'm pretty sure there was more to it as well, like maybe their emergence from the basement as the situation worsened, but I'd hate to speculate. (I hate accidentally rhyming too but whatever.)

23:30-ish bedtime, yay!

00:00 Thursday 2014-03-13 competition #17 night #6, LD #23

03:56

1) I'm in my parent's bathroom, it's night, I know I'm sleeping in my sister's old bedroom right next door. I'm looking out through the window slats I see across the fence in the neighbor's yard two beautiful shining blonde people (BB: ageless, I think!). I think they're the neighbors, I don't want them to see me (DS). I slink back from the window and lie down on the floor with my head away from the window against the cupboard wall my head up against the door. I hear/sense them approaching, I think they must be climbing up the roof (this room is on the 2nd floor). They open the windows and look at me and I look at them, and think/say I could be in the next room, trying to make up some lame excuse.

2) It's the end of the world, and the waters are swirling everywhere. The magic "U" of power is floating in the water and I have to jump for it, I reach it and hold on to it and I'm on dry land. I'm going to be the keeper of the "U".

3) I'm in a bright daytime colorful fairy garden, with colorful magical plants and beings/animals all around. I have a magical ring/disc (like a frisbie but open center and 2-inch thick ring) I gesture / jerk it with my left hand and shoot out a magical force ring that flies off at high speed going forwards and to the right/up. Strange funny creatures and animals and worms come up to me.

F1) in a building getting out other people pushing on buttons in the floor with feet, goo oozes up from the floor when I step on the button.

F2) an outdoor bouncy slide, someone was guided by a force that said they'd never seen anything like that (me), how I was chosen.

F3) a scene of an outdoor movie theater starting to watch some show I'm floating over the top as a DO

4) I'm on a boat in the waters, I look behind me and in the distance I see PT approaching, his son G is already on the boat. I know my children are on board down and to the right.

Get up, bathroom, sit on bed thinking about dreams for a bit, set some intention, then BTB.

06:08

5) ultra long multi-themed dream culminating as lucid. Themes:
A) SB old grad school serious girlfriend
B) NM grad school friend
C) pizza
D) garden hose invention
E) musical competitions, son's playing piano
F) riding a boat with an impressive security system
G) ghost/burglars breaking in to house, get lucid in shock

I'm sitting at a counter in a restaurant, finishing eathing something (pizza I think). My (wife?) calls and is annoyed that I'm not home. I'm looking at a glossy brochure and I realize that it is a proposal for a date evening from my old grad school girlfriend, SB. She has prepared this dazzling brochure describing the evening she has planned. Including the meal, the wine/drinks, and I "recognize" a picture of one my own bottles of wine that she's going to use and I think one of my own glasses/mugs.

I see my grad school friend NM. He is absolutely 100% soaking drenched from the rain outside, he is dripping all over the place. He's inviting me (and SB?) to join him and friends for pizza later, he gives me some phone number to call to meet them.

I'm outside in a garden there are people there including my sister i'm noticing that a part of the garden is really wet and I realize that I've left on a hose. I turn off the hose and get the brilliant idea for an invention: an automatic timer that notifies you when your garden hose has been turned on for too long so you can go and turn it off. I'm amazed that nobody has thought of this, I think this is going to be a revolutionary invention.

Entering a musical competition, my son is entering as the piano player in a piano/string quartet group. I think how can he possibly do this he doesn't really play any more. I see a line of judges , I'm walking by them, some are children, they have distorted faces, I think some of them are friends of my son from grade school days. I hear my son playing, he's fantastic, I can't believe how well he's playing. The judges nod at me when I look at them to indicate their approval, I think they don't really look much like my sons's old friends (the M's). I think my son shouldn't show off so much and should let the string players also participate more. I look at him and he's not even facing the keyboard, he's hunched over a calculator (calculating how to play the piece?) and has a small child on his lap as well, the main judge looks and is amazed at all the things my son is doing there. My son moves to put the child in a bed which I pull down the covers for. I think I see an old boy scout friend (VL) in the bed then.

I'm on a boat it's dark, we're driving in the water, the boat staff are talking about the security system which is to keep invaders off of the boat: I see it, it's a wire that leads from the back of the boat connected to a tall pole, leading all the way back to the dock. They demonstrate it and a bright powerful purple burst of electricity zips down the wire. There's something nearby my head and I don't want to hit my head, and I don't want to get zapped accidently by that security system.

I'm back in the house with the garden hose invention, I continue thinking about it, there could be a wifi transmitter that communicates with a wrist-band display that you carry, and each hose can tell you when it is done so you can see "front lawn finished", etc. My sister is giving me some music but only as a loan.

I'm standing out side the door of another music competition, I look up and see the sign. We're entering and standing at the elevator, I know my son is absolutely not ready for this one, it's a (Chopin?) competition, some other people want him to play anyway, they go up, I hear the piano sounds then, it's an absolute disaster, he's just pounding on the keys randomly it doesn't sound like anything at all.

I'm in an indoor area, large, open, with lots of cupboards and beds like a giant dormitory room. I'm there with former girlfriend SB. We're arguing, I'm trying to suggest something that she may like to do as a job, she doesn't want to do anything I'm suggesting. I say "Do you want to just stay at home and let me do all the work supporting us?!" and she indicates she does, I leave.

I'm returning to this room. I'm outside it, I see the corner of the room, SB is resting, she has rigged a way to hold the curtains closed, the walls of the room are glass from floor to ceiling but with beams periodically placed horizontally and vertically. In the corner there are two vertical beams close together and she has jammed some water bottles into the crevice there to hold the curtains closed, I know she's resting.

I'm inside the room see her lying on a bed, her head's on my left, I see a dark black wet spot near her mouth, I ask what that is she says something, I suppose she's been drooling, she's not feeling well.

I'm standing somewhere with SB and I decide to call NM up and go meet him for pizza. I can't remember his number! I come up with 7 or 8 digits and I'm just not sure, but AHA, All I have to do is look in my phone, start typing in the numbers and it will automatically find the number then I can call NM, and

BOOM!


I'm severely startled out of my thoughts of calling NM by a loud sound to my right. It sounds like something really big banged up against something else really big. I look to my right and see I'm standing in the back porch of my parent's house, and I'm looking down the hallway to the front door which is standing widely open (the wrong way I think) and there's a large green garbage dumpster there at the front door full of garbage. WTF?!

SB and I are now standing at the front door looking in to the living room. She inhales quickly with a loud gasp and clasps her hand to her mouth in shock. I look in to the room AND ALL THE WINDOWS ARE OPEN. The room only has 2 windows that open but there are at least 10 open windows in this room. The furniture looks like it's been tossed around. I feel shivers of fright/shock.

Spoiler for profanity warning, LD here:

"WHAT THE FUCK!?" Is it a ghost? Is it burglars? This is bizarre, I instinctively do a nose pinch and I CAN BREATHE. "WHAT THE FUCK?! I'M DREAMING!?!?" I do a second nose pinch and yup, I can breath, I'm dreaming. I see then that there are three men standing in the middle of the living room by the hearth, they're standing still looking at me. I shout to them "GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!" and "will" them to leave, and I gesture strongly with my whole right arm and index finger pointing at the open front door. I lean my head towards SB and say "S! Get naked!" I then look back at the men who are still standing there and shout again, "GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!" and then I feel a tingly fade to awake in bed.

I lie awake for some while calming down from shock at the dream end and in awe at the amount of recall I have, easily 20-30 minutes worth or more, it seemed to go on forever. I get up to record it, then come back to bed and think about it some more and sleep some more. Should have set an alarm at this point because I overslept my out of bed target by 1.5 hours. I was astonished that all that time, all the things i was doing, all the places I was, was all a dream, and I felt that astonishment when I got lucid, sort of like a brief "life flashing before your eyes" moment.

10:22

6) football fake out play. I'm DO watching the overhead cam view of a pass, a long bomb towards the end zone. A huge pack of red-uniformed defenders are all running after the ball, I think it may be intercepted, they do a running leap in the end zone but the ball goes through the arms of one of the guys, incomplete pass. Then the team coach comes to me, at first I think he wants to pass to me next, but then I realize and say "Oh, you want the other team to *think* they're going to pass to me, but you're NOT!" and he says "SHHH!!!!!", he's going to pass to some other guy after all the defenders cover me because the other team saw the coach talking to me.

F4) something about going around with a group of women/girls and ice cream.

There's more there but forgot.

Had a small dream that i was in real life bettle juice. just like the movie except i was tripiing on acid and make a super nintendo game about it just so that others could play it and trip on acid.

Just had a small dream that i was in shop class working on a project and i asked my teacher who was pretty hot whee the blank paper was so the i could do a rough draft and she pointed to a box of paper on the ground and when i went to get it they were her shoes and socks and at this point my shirt was off and she asked for my id. so i gave it to her. and another teacher in the room said just because he has his school id doesnt mean that he gets to leave. and my shop teacher responded that she didint have to stand up for me. it was raining out at the time. and i guess aomething happened with the buses like students got in trouble. but then it went to a new cast that jesus was terrorizing the town. but at that point every thing turned into a southpark theme xD

Last night, I had what was probably the best, most lucid dream I've had so far in my journey as an oneironaut. It was visually vivid, I was at a pretty good level of consciousness and I had a pretty good idea of what I wanted to do. If only I had been able to carry it on for longer!

I became lucid after having dreamt of having been in a terrible fight with my mother. This is something that, to my appreciation, has been a recurring element in my lucid dreams recently - my lucidity having been triggered by something so unusually negative happening that I couldn't believe how it ever could have happened and then realising that it was literally too bad to be true. (Sort of even makes me want to have more bad dreams than I do now, when I think about it. ) When it happened, I was alone in my bedroom. And so, when I started to suspect that I was actually dreaming, I took the same route as I had once before in the same situation - I checked the clock that's normally by the side of my computer. When I look back on it, I recall that it was a different form and colour from my real one; but these details were not necessary for me to have my suspicions confirmed by this reality check. In the upper-right quarter of the clock face, which is easier to inspect than the whole clock in a dream state, just for a moment, the numbers only stretched from 12 to 2 instead of 12 to 3. Then, they went to normal. Then, it stretched from 12 to 4. Then, the 2 and 1 switched places. It was enough for me to catch on.

I don't think I ever got so excited by the realisation that I'm dreaming that I immediately woke up or anything of the sort. All the more so, I wasted no time after coming to this revelation. Withdrawing from the clock, I could see that I was still in my bedroom; but this time, the lights were off and it was dark, as if it'd probably be evening-time outside as well. (Shame I didn't think to try flipping the light switch to see if it would work.) From then on, I would be playing a game called 'Let's See If This Dream Control Wish Works Or Not Depending On A Seemingly Random Probability of Success.' I wanted to change the dream scene to something more interesting so I decided to try imagining something different behind the bedroom door and opening it. I opened the door but only saw the rest of my apartment out there, in correct order. It was dark in there as well. I tried closing the door and opening it again. Received the same results. So I decided to try it again with the front door of the apartment. Since I didn't really have a particular scene in mind with the door portal spell I'd just tried, this time, I decided to try coming up with something specific. For no particularly superior reason, I thought of a plane in the Mario universe in first-person, 3D view. (I just wanted to get the scene change to work.) I looked around for a moment to check how vivid my surroundings looked. I made the evaluation that things looked pretty good. I opened the front door of my apartment. Unfortunately, I failed again and saw the gated community in which my apartment is located in real life. Again, in the right order; and with the door gate that was there in real life as well. It was evening-time, predictably dark outside as well.

I walked through the gate. Phasing straight through the gate, that is. I knew that this was normally easy and even effortless to do in dreams but I was still happy to see it worked. I jumped onto the guardrail and then jumped off it, having decided to fly my way to a new dream scene instead. I flew over the street and past the other buildings. Standing beside one, I noticed two disproportionately large people, one of whom was almost half as tall as the (six-story) building and the other being a bit more than half as tall as the first. I successfully flew over them without interference. They never really seemed like giants despite how close I got to them, since a dream is like a work of abstract art, but I still noticed that it was strange. I landed on the wall around my compound's swimming pool, taking a moment to look over it. There were a bunch of people there. I took off again. A bit later, after flying through my building compound, I landed on a plane of grass behind one of the buildings and resolved to try taking off again; but at a powerful, kryptonian-like super-speed. But instead, I only took off at my normal speed of flight - a kind of relatively swift and direct floating.

Next, I flew over to the pool again; but this time, I had landed right inside the pool, surrounded by dream NPCs. (I know dream characters are called 'DCs' for short themselves but I like using the term, 'NPC.' :3) I have no memory of the pool feeling wet. Although I know that confidence is the key to making it work out and things don't have to go badly, I have a natural apprehension in lucid dreams of dream characters surrounding me, being a bit concerned that they're going to mess things up and preferring to stay away from them until the situation is opportune. So as I caught myself thinking these thoughts in the pool, I went on to think that I was now making it more likely for the dream characters to turn on my with every progressing second. In a bit of a fuss, I then decided to deliberately keep thinking of the dream characters turning on me and wait for them to do so, seeing how it'd go and planning to defend myself with the retained knowledge that they couldn't do anything to hurt me. However, as there weren't any/many signs that they were going to do this in the next few moments, I resolved to take the opportunity to avoid that situation altogether and fly out of the pool. I did so.

I don't recall how the transition happened; but the next thing I knew, I had changed my dream scene. Of course, since dreams are so shifty and lucid dreams are normally still at a lower level of consciousness, all it really takes for the dream circumstances to change is for one to stop paying attention to them for just a moment. I was still flying, headed into a house I'd never seen before through the window. I phased through the window, either floated or landed on something to keep me close to the ceiling and observed from above the stranger's room that I had just entered. It was a messy room that seemed to be full of things cluttering it. Fairly broad in area. The room was deserted and the lights were off, as they had been in my own home, but there was a television set on a stand that was on at the end of the room. It was broadcasting something between football and commercials. This was another time when I stopped to just pay attention to the dream scene around me, enjoying the details and apparent vividness and whatever was happening on the TV screen that lit up the room and enjoying the fact that my brain had created all of this imagery for me, which I was now in a position to learn to control.

Still, I was just a bit concerned that the dream character who resided in this house could come in at any moment and cause conflict - as I have a schema that houses are usually owned by people and people are usually in their houses, especially when electronic devices are on (though less frequently when the lights are off), and people are usually unhappy and react aggressively to finding people whom they don't know in their houses. So I flew out of this house and on to another one.

As I was approaching the windows of the next house, I reaffirmed to myself that I was still dreaming, as I recalled that one should do that every once in a while to retain lucidity (especially novices like me). I also remembered BillyBob's dream control tutorial that I'd read earlier on DreamViews. I remembered that BillyBob had said that it was better to avoid using too many super-powers and reality-warping independently of a rational storyline in lucid dreams if one wanted the lucid dream to be stable and last longer and instead to use rationalisations for anything crazy that one may want to do. Therefore, as I was approaching the window, I decided to crash through it and break the glass instead of phasing through it like a ghost. I did this successfully but without any hindrance to my movement.

I landed in a room on a high floor of someone's house - a second floor, at least. I could sense that this was a big house. This time, the lights were on. The room seemed to be broad and clearer than the last one; but I didn't pay much attention to it this time. Instead, I had a thought. While I was having a good, clear lucid dream and didn't seem to have much to do at the moment, I could finally fulfill one of DreamViews' current tasks-of-the-month as I'd been meaning to do for a while now! Naturally, at this point in my lucid dreaming journey, I'd go for one of the basic tasks first. I resolved to find someone who wasn't wearing green and pinch him/her.

At that moment, I saw a child enter the room in his (not green) underwear. Upon seeing me, I think he cried and ran away. Probably downstairs, I thought. 'Well,' I thought, 'I was thinking the person I'd pinch would be someone more mature. But if I run into the kid again, whatever gets the job done!' So I made my way downstairs to check out what was going on there. I imagined there would be parents down there to whom the child had been running but I hadn't expected what I saw next. Hanging onto a white grate outside the room I was looking into, looking but hiding, I saw a couple of green-skinned, big-headed aliens populating the downstairs region. (I'm looking at you, Xanous.) I decided it was best to avoid them and get out of the house, moving onto another location with a dream character to pinch, but to play it cool if I ran into one of them on the way.* Which was good because I ended up having a passive encounter with one. Avoiding interaction, I willed myself to lift off the ground and phase through the second floor and ceiling, directly ascending out of the house. But as I did this, the alien followed me, staying on the exactly same level as I was. Yes, it all looked very video-game-glitch-ish. I was in a hurry. Also, as I moved through two ceilings expecting to wind up atop the house, I instead ended up on another, high floor, like the basement, still not having escaped the physically archetypical alien. I went on to phase through the ceiling of that room as well and wound up in another, higher room. I then phased through the ceiling of that room and successfully ascended out of the house and evaded the alien.

Another transition. At first, I may have been flying through the low skies or a wide-open room; or running into another building. But as I looked back and then again looked ahead, before I knew it, I was moving in a dim, wide-open tunnel space through/to a network of glowing, floating cubes, arranged with four forms opposite to each other, as if to connect a square, with the same pattern repeated forward, as if to connect a cuboid. I think this may have been reminiscent of the battle room in Ender's Game movie adaptation that I watched a week or two ago. (I noticed that this was strange and different, though.) I continued to fly through into a wide-open, indoor location, giant in all dimentions, where I landed and ran into the wall. Placed against the wall were four or five large cardboard boxes that were packed with something. So, to find a direction to fly further in, again I decided to play the form-a-portal game. I imagined that there was, behind the middle of these boxes, a hole in the wall. A doorway or window or tunnel. Which would make itself visible once I removed one of the middle boxes (or two, where one was stacked upon the other). I lifted the box and moved it out of the way. It felt heavy, though I knew it shouldn't have to. At first, I didn't see what I'd intended to. Just a wall behind the box. But, not to lost or swayed that easily, I put the box back and tried it again. The second time, it worked. I saw a black, rectangular hole shaped something like an open vent. It didn't look like it was big enough for me to fit through; but I knew that didn't matter and jumped through it.

Unfortunately, once I'd jumped through the hole, I found there was a problem. Again, I hadn't specified a location to which I wanted the hole to lead; and it wasn't a recognisable place leading to another predictable, recognisable place that I already had a map of in my mind, as it had been in the beginning of the dream. In the hole, from outside, I'd only seen blackness. And that's all I saw when I jumped into it as well. Suddenly, I was struck by dream blindness. And thoughts started popping into my mind of where I had gone - that I had jumped, through the rabbit hole, for no particular reason, to a webpage on a site that I used to frequent very long ago. I thought about whether or not this made sense. I knew that I should probably clear this darkness up and set a visual dream scene for myself. But alas, it was too late. For suddenly, out of the blackness...

I woke up. Jolted back into my waking body, in my bed, back at home. The darkness had been the bard of doom, the herald of the end. I felt my body profusely sweating for some reason, wrapped up in my bedsheets. With immediate memory and understanding of what had just happened, I only wished I could pop back in; but I have no successful experience with DEILDing whatsoever, so that was not the case. At first, I kept my eyes closed. But as I realised nothing was going to happen, I opened them, did a simple reality check and settled down, focusing on thinking about the dream I'd just had, knowing that I wanted to salvage as much recall from this as I could. After a few minutes or maybe half an hour, my morning alarm went off and I had to be off to get ready for school. So, although I hadn't gotten up to check the clock before that, I presume it hadn't been too long before my forced awakening anyway.

*Hold on. Could this... have possibly been... my mind unconsciously feeding my desire to also eventually fulfill the bonus task of the month for March of 2014 - be abducted by aliens and report what they do to you - without me ever realising it?? Wow. Now there is an idea. And, imagining that I would have had the right amount of dream control and stability to go through with it, what an opportunity missed! And I only just realised it. What a fascinating thing the subconscious mind is.

I decided to share some of my more interesting and memorable journal entries on here just for the fun of it. This is going to be my first entry.

I was in a dream wasteland with no rules. I had made a contained fortress around me so that these gigantic creatures that would shoot huge beams of energy at me wouldn't hurt me. While exploring my fortress I had discovered a flaw. One of these creatures had breached the fortress, while thinking that I had in fact made this part of the fortress thinking that it couldn't be breeched. As soon as I realized my mistake I ran. The huge creature took off after me. I ran around the corner to avoid its wrath and any chance of being destroyed. I hid outside the ruins of a convenience store, being that my fortress was made of a little town that was no more. When I hid on the side of this store the dream suddenly switched to a third person view. There was no longer a humongous creature after me but in fact a woman who sought after me for whatever reason. I knew her intentions were not right though. She called out for me and as soon as she passed me I didn't hesitate to take action. All of this was still in third person, by the way. I took out a gun that shot out a ray of energy and paralyzed her. She cried out for help and told me to stop. I didn't hesitate to kill her because I knew what she wanted from me. She wanted me destroyed. I can't recall anything more after this incident.

So there i was.. Walking out of my flat, down to my street hanging around the walls..
Sky became red!
I knew it!
Just one of my stupid dreams..
So... I sat there, waiting for something interesting to happen!
And holy shit! Out of a fucking portal.. There came a red grim reaper!
His face was invisible it was just red.
He told me
We must go, come on it's dangerous!
And i said like..
Chill out motherfucker it's just a dream!
He said:
How dare you! How could you say it's just a dream!
Well.. Look at the sky! Is it fucking normal.. Would it happen in real life?
Yes.. In fact, this is real life!
And i looked at him

Whatever just let me get out of this bull crap please
He said:
As you wish!
And so he made my eyes wide open and i woke up.
I was laughing so hard!
Such an idiot..


But the dream was very short so i didn't write much.. But stay tuned xD

So there i was.. Walking out of my flat, down to my street hanging around the walls..
Sky became red!
I knew it!
Just one of my stupid dreams..
So... I sat there, waiting for something interesting to happen!
And holy shit! Out of a fucking portal.. There came a red grim reaper!
His face was invisible it was just red.
He told me
We must go, come on it's dangerous!
And i said like..
Chill out motherfucker it's just a dream!
He said:
How dare you! How could you say it's just a dream!
Well.. Look at the sky! Is it fucking normal.. Would it happen in real life?
Yes.. In fact, this is real life!
And i looked at him

Whatever just let me get out of this bull crap please
He said:
As you wish!
And so he made my eyes wide open and i woke up.
I was laughing so hard!
Such an idiot..


But the dream was very short so i didn't write much.. But stay tuned xD

Fragment: Something about Maggie from The Walking Dead and food. Inspiration: Watched the new episode yesterday.

1. I go out onto the porch to talk to the waiting little old man (reminds me of an anime-style elder). The porch reminds me of my grandma’s balcony. We’re sitting on a swing as he tells me how everything fades in time and so on. Just then, a chain on the swing breaks and he sees “see?” and shows the rusted chain pieces to me.

-Jump-

Someone’s walking on grass. They pass a house where a boy is looking out, and get the feeling he knows something. They walk by four people swinging on a swingset. Almost like in a character selection screen, two of them stand out, and they might have been animanga characters. It still feels like grandma’s house, out back.

They crouch down on a plot of grass and dig out a hole, crying deeply as they lower cupped hands down. They’re holding a big seed with sprouts. The arm is like one from a teddy bear.

The old man had died and somehow the plant came from him.

Inspiration: After seeing the bear arm, it really reminded me of Teddie/Kuma from Persona 4, or Kumashii from the Thriller Bark arc, which I’m reading in One Piece. I’m really thinking the plant part comes from me finishing my Dragon Quartet series, where *spoiler* in the end they ‘reset’ the Earth to an earlier time, causing grass to start spreading back across the world as the survivors watch in awe. There’s an older man character there.

hhhhh. I wanted to fall back asleep and pick the dream up where I left off but I think the TV downstairs is too loud ...

Fragment 1
Somethin' about an evil villain type guy who operates mainly in this underground sewer-ish place. Tunnels, dark with red lighting, and with walkways of metal grating. There was something about how he wanted to lure a good guy or a hero of some sort there, in order to harness his ... heroic attributes.

Fragment 2
Dad's chewing noisily and I'm trying to tell him that this time, THIS time, I'm not going to just handle it (I have misophonia IWL). I'm so beside myself that I doubt he can tell what I'm saying, but it's something along the lines of "It's been four times already and I'm not going to keep handling it." I think at some point he takes me aside and explains that I am going to keep handling it. Oh well xP

Dream 1: Walking on Ice
Yayyyy an actual vivid memorable dreaaammm...
It's nighttime and there's a bridge that goes across an enormous frozen body of water to an island of some kind. There's a rather treacherous path at the very edge of the island and at the base of the cliffs, that goes all the way around the island, and tourists are told that the farther they make it around the path, the more bonus attributes they'll get. I'm not sure what these attributes were supposed to be but it kinda reminded me of an RPG or something. Except I think they were positive morality-based attributes, not power-based.

Anyway I wasn't a tourist but I decided to go around the path anyway. My sister was with me, walking along a bridge that also went around the whole island, so we were sort of side-by-side. The path itself was kind of hard to describe. Basically, at the base of the cliffs there was some white-painted wood cut in nice ribbed sort of shapes, at foot level and hand level. I forget what it's called, argh. At some points the wood formed nice flat shelves I could easily step (or leap) on, but other times I had to cling to whatever I could at hand level because my feet hardly had anything under them. If I slipped my sneakers would end up in icy cold water, so that's something I wanted to avoid, but somewhat counter-intuitively the middle of the lake was more frozen than the edges, so it was really only a danger right next to the woodwork.

My method of traversing this path was sort of daring. I wasn't proceeding at a particularly slow pace; more leaping from one foothold to another and clinging to the handholds as necessary. I think Jess and I were chatting as I went and the maneuvering was more background work. I wasn't at all worried about slipping; I think on some level I knew confidence would be enough to keep me from slipping. Low-level lucidity? 8) Maybe I'm getting there~

One interesting occurrence was when I saw a fish frozen in the ice a short distance off-shore. My first impression was that it was an "angry fish" (carnivore), and then I walked over on the ice to investigate, a little nervous as I felt it cracking under my feet. At this point I was a little fascinated by how great the ice looked; really, how great everything looked.

Upon closer inspection, the angry fish was actually only partially trapped, and it had its face pressed up against a hole in the ice. Then I had a good idea, and walked over to where I'd (earlier?) spotted a dead normal fish (non-carnivorous), also trapped in the ice. My impression was that it had been in the ice for some time, but that it would make a good meal for the trapped fish anyway. It was also about the same size as the other fish. I grabbed it at the base of the tail and pulled it out of the ice somehow, and then walked back to the carnivore fish, which I could sort of now tell was a seal, and I said as much to Jess when she called from the bridge asking what the thing was. It had its muzzle poking out the hole in the ice again and was eagerly opening and closing its mouth, and as I dipped the dead fish's face by the seal's face, it suddenly grabbed it and yanked it out of my hand under the ice.

Then there was a last bit where the seal was drifting along (free of the ice) asleep with the fish, now trailing blood, in its mouth. Somehow the fish was parallel to the seal. Actually they may both have been trailing blood for some reason. Then there was some nature narrator saying something about how, unfortunately for the fish, fishes and seals experience unconsciousness differently, so the fish couldn't really escape even though the seal was asleep. And then shortly after that I woke up. Hm.

And then I spent probably half an hour or more trying to fall back asleep but no cigar. Maybe because I was worried about forgetting all this.

Past few nights I've had trouble recalling dreams, but last night I was able to recall one of them.

I was back at my very first home where I grew up as a child. I was looking out through the wide kitchen window to the back garden. As a child my mother made it a large allotment of prize winning gooseberry bushes, blackcurrant bushes, raspberry canes, rhubarb, and she had a greenhouse where she doctored young plants she found selling cheap that were half dead and then grew them into amazing blooms. But now as I looked out there was little left of the back garden I once remembered. The privet bushes had been cut down half their height, a low wall was added by the concrete paving stones below the window with steps leading up towards a more higher lawn and cracked paving stones going around it. At the other side a shed was built right by where the rhubarb plants were, which were still there but massively overgrown. There was also bits of hawthorn and fuschia bushes that were badly in need of trimming in front of the shed. I looked with dismay at the empty lawn and said in a dejected voice "Oh mother..." I could feel her presence and her sadness of knowing all those years of working in the garden together picking berries to make into jams and wines were now gone forever, and I swear I heard her whisper to me "I know."

I woke up feeling this wasn't just a dream but that I was actually there with her in spirit. I'm considering looking the place up with google maps to see if it really looks like it did in my dream.

3/10/14

Awake at 7:20 am

Brushed teeth, went to the bathroom, hugged husband goodbye.

A little afraid to fall back to sleep and have a FA. I remind myself I need the sleep and this is the way I can achieve my lucid dream.

I visualize my dream plan and pray to God I have a lucid dream and fly. It didn't take long for me to fall asleep.

8:05 am MILD

I had a dream that I had a FA, but was scared and "woke up" but really it was another FA.

I went out my living room door, reminding myself that I'm going to try to fly. Some sort of cart in the hallway. Then I go outside to a playground/baseball field. I attempt flying many times with little success, so I use the things around to push myself up. Then finally, I'm dog paddling and swimming high in the air! I land and remind myself I need to stabilize the dream. So I rub my hands together. Then flew over to a dream character. There were three male dream characters. This one in particular looked like a past high school classmate of mine with brown hair and kind of a jock. I remembered the task of the month and asked him, "What's my middle name?" He replied, "Windy," took my hands and flew with me in the sky. (I got the task of the month wrong! Ha. I'm supposed to ask what his middle name is!)

At one point I travel down the sidewalks. With each step I float a little down the sidewalk. There are skaters on the sidewalk, one a young girl. I wonder if people who fly in dreams have the same stigma as people who skate in waking life.

I go back to my apartment, remembering that I need to wake up. I struggle to. At one point, my grandma enters the dream. I tell her I need to wake up. I go back to my bed and reach for my dream journal to try to write my dream down, but it doesn't work, I just barely write scribbles. Somehow, I'm hoping that in waking life I'm also writing things down, it never occurs to me in my FA that what I do in the FA is not affecting the waking world. It's 1 pm in my dream, I need to get up. Then, I reach over for hand lotion on my side table (though, in real life, this hand lotion is out in the living room), squirt some on my fingers and rub it on my tongue to try to wake myself up. It works, I'm repulsed by the taste and wake up.

Dramatic and passionate music sung by a man throughout the dream. A lot of "ooh, ooh, ooh" vocals.

Finished writing my dream down at 8:18 am.