memorable

1. [Non-Lucid] [Emotional]
I'm looking for Emily as I have become worried because I haven't heard from her for a while, I even thought about contacting her mother at this point.

Now I'm at a party of some sort and I find Emily and we start talking, she says "I love you" this surprised me and I replied with "What?", (You would not believe how much I love her in waking life) not sure what happens next but I follow her and then she runs off leaving me.

I go find her, she's sitting at a table looking down at this sheet of brown paper with text on it on the table (fat guy with a grey shirt on a couch opposite her saying something), so I approach her and I ask what's wrong, shes silent, this is worrying me, I talk to her then she lets out a few high pitched screams so I back off...then this random guy comes and crouches beside her, he says something to her, i don't know what but she seems ok with it...she then runs off I think, I stay at the table and cry. I wake up crying.

This felt so real, the emotions felt so real.

2. [Lucid] [WILD/DILD?]
I'm laying in my bed then all of a sudden I hear the sound of air rushing past my ears, I then see like a movie shot of me falling down to earth. (It was so colourful, was like an evening orange sky)

//I'm now in my bedroom standing in the middle and the front door is open so I rush outside onto my street (its quite bright) and I activate super speed and started running up the street about to fly// but I wake up. I was also wearing a white cape.

Sidenotes:
Should have stabilized first.

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Fragments:
Wrapping this thick black wire around a palm tree on the floor or something.

Possible dream signs:
Emily

When I become lucid I am at my childhood neighbor's place. But the inside of the house has transformed into a big hot-spring. Some friends are there. Not the one to whom the house belongs though. I try to convince my friends that we are all sharing a dream, inciting them to become lucid. That first scene alone was quite long but I don't remember all the details. Eventually I decided to try to fly, which is my favorite thing to do when lucid dreaming. By controlling my breathing I begin to float out of the water and up. The roof is gone, leaving a majestic starry sky. My friends are worried. I have it all under control I tell them. I could control my floating flight at will, swiftly falling and rising. I go up. The sky envelops me. Far away I can see the hot-spring. And then it multiplies like a kaleidoscope. It covers all my field of view. The ground folds upon itself and envelops me in a bubble. In its walls I see crazy psychedelic visuals. I am surrounded by the greatest light spectacle I've ever seen.
I wake up. Or maybe the dream continues for a little bit. There was a scene where I kissed a girl in the hot-spring room but I can't quite position it in time. Anyways. I wake up. But not really. I am still dreaming but it takes me a while to realize. I am shocked by the dream I just had so I quickly pick up my diary and start writing it. That dream version of the entry was much more detailed than this one. Everything was really clear in my memory. I could come back to almost every moment, which is odd because I usually have somewhat bad recollection. The memories are so fresh. But I know that they are going to fade away. I wish I had a more concrete proof of the existence of that dream. As that thought crossed my mind a crystal sphere comes out of my mouth. It is the dream, condensed, complete in all its extension. By touching the ball I experience the entirety of the dream as a simultaneous memory.
But then another ball comes out of my mouth. And this one too is a complete dream, only one I have not yet had. In this ball is the complete dream, and I also experience it simultaneously; timeless. Maybe I actually go through the dream and it is only my memory that which was compressed. But then another comes out, and another. I don't remember how many. And each of them was a complete dream. Adventures, movies, epic symphonies. Experienced in a flash. I could perceive the totality of each dream but I wasn't able to retain most of it.
I showed them to my father. I was so happy to have these solid physical memories of so many marvelous dreams.
Eventually what came out of my mouth was not the crystal globes but some kind of jade eggs, vessels, cylinders. The top part comes apart so they can be opened. And when they are they produce a strange sound. Deep, kind of like a whale's. But each is different. Me and my dad play around with these dream instruments. I think by that time I knew I was dreaming again. Eventually the dream lost stability and faded. I don't remember its ending.

Dream 1:

I was on an island resort with my father. I went for a run through the tropical forest outside and there were people from my high school running there too. I tried to avoid the people I didn't want to talk to. I remember that it was quite beautiful though; there was mist rising up from the ground, light pouring through the cracks in the trees, lush plant-life everywhere. The trail was a giant circle, I thought that was pretty weird and that there had to be more to the island than this giant circle. I grew tired of running and decided to go back inside the resort.

The inside was now a giant, circular, track of lockers, high school style. There were also vending machines for weed. They said it was legal on their island now, to attract tourists. The owner of the island was some angry little woman that barely reached my waist. She got angry at the manager of the resort for making it legal because professional sports athletes wouldn't be allowed to go there now. Dream kept getting weirder.

I went outside to this enormous beach area that had scattered palm trees and groups of people doing fun little events. I decided to go flying by using a parachute. I strapped it on and the wind took me up into the air like I was a kite. I had to navigate to channels of wind to stay up so that I could explore more of the island. After going on a little bit of a flying island adventure I decided I was done and I went back to the resort. I suddenly had an enormous pike in my hands, naturally I gutted it and prepared fillets, not sure why. Then these kids from my high school appeared and wanted me to take them flying too. Didn't work as well because they added too much weight. They started to get upset that they weren't going very high. I looked to the shore and saw giant 20 foot waves coming in and thought, ooooo that looks like good wind. Sure enough it sent us soaring. I looked to the shore again and saw these 100 foot walls of water coming towards us. I became lucid and tried to fly away from the island but the parachute and these 2 DCs were weighing me down. Black clouds began creeping along the island's ground. I could hear thunder. I woke up.

Dream 2:

I was at my parents' house, talking to my parents when I noticed that my dad was black. I became lucid and asked him, "Why are you black in this dream, dad?" He said something about having revitiligo, I thought it was hilarious in the dream. I woke up and thought, what the hell was that about.

Fragment 1:

On another island with my family and a witch. I don't remember most of the beginning of the dream. I just remember that there were these snakes biting me, hanging onto my skin and that reminded me of another dream I had earlier this month. They made a popping noise when I would pull them off, sometimes their bodies would come off and their heads would stay. It hurt. That made me lucid and I sought out the witch as my family left.

It was nighttime and the moon lit up the island with a blueish hue. The witch was at a cliff edge, staring longingly towards the ocean. I asked her to teach me her powers. She just kept staring for a minute and then looked at me and said that I could control those snakes if they appeared again. She made several snakes appear and told me to control them now, stop them from biting me. I made them fight each other but then I noticed the witch was holding a cute little kitten and the snakes started to attack me. She made them disappear and I realized that I lose control if i lose focus. I feel like she taught me a couple more things but I can't remember them. I followed her around for awhile and eventually asked her if it was possible to stop mutations. She told me that it was impossible, that no magic could do such a thing. I felt a little bit disheartened at her response. She gave me a big hug and told me not to worry, that I was only at the beginning of this journey. I woke up feeling a lot better.

Pre Bed Supps: 250mg Valerian 30 mins prior, 100 mg 5htp at bed. Bed @ 1115

WBTB: 4am Supps: 3mg G, 250 C, 250 Valerian and .5 mel

Routine: Got up and took my Valerian right away to keep me rather calm and hopefully keep me on the sleepy side. Read some old DJ entries and went back to bed 25 minutes later, right before I layed down I took other supps.

Had one non lucid prior to WBTB and didn't have too hard of a time getting back to sleep.

Woke with this around 530 or so but didn't record till around 8 or 9.

I was downstairs in an inside/outside living area. I was lying in a bed and we were either really cleaning up or moving out of our house. My wife was upstairs throwing a bunch of stuff out of a window like papers and whatnot. I told her that it would probably make more sense if the bagged it up there so she didn't have to pick it up twice. She didn't really care for my comments. I layed down in bed to go to sleep with lucidity on my mine (this was in the dream), I woke again (FA) and there was a dog on my head. I ended up laying on the dog and trying to get back to sleep again, still thinking of lucidity. I put my head near the side of the bed and it kept sinking down further and further never ending. I thought that I might be in a dream at this point. I tried to open my eyes but it was very difficult, I could open them a bit but they would clamp back shut. After alot of struggling I got them to stay open but they were fluttering a bit. I fought a bit more and finally got them to stay open. I did a RC with my hand and brought it up to my face but couldn't see it. I tried again and again I couldn't see it. It was like I knew it was there and I should be able to see it but it just wasn't there. I rolled out of bed (didn't even get stuck in the covers this time) and was finally able to see my hands. They looked normal. Oh well, back to bed. I turned to get back in bed and it was now a tan couch now. I checked my hand again and really looked and noticed some awkwardness about them, then I saw the wavyness and the shrinking and growing of the fingers.

LUCID: I didn't study anything like I said I was and just walked over to the side of the room with some cabinets and a refrigerator. I was in a basement of a house, not huge just a single large room and a small bathroom off to the side. I went into the refrigerator since I wanted to try some more food and opened it. On the bottom I saw a can of peanut butter. I grabbed it and took off the lid and got some with my finger from inside the top ring of the container. It wasn't bad actually, tasted nutty at least. I just tasted didn't chew or swallow. I then decided to find some dog biscuits to do the task from last month. I went into one cabinet which had pots and pans. Then I told myself they were in this cabinet and opened a top one and there were a bunch of different bagged items. I went through a few of them not recognizing dog treats and then again I thought they are here in the back. I grabbed a yellow bag and tried to read it but couldn't make anything out. I knew they were either cat or dog treats. This will do. I opened it up and got a handful out. They were shaped as animals, kind of looked like the animal crackers but they had the color of a salami type meat. Pink with some of the white specks riddled through them. I dropped a couple on the floor for the dogs that were by me and then popped one in my mouth. It tasted meaty, nothing amazing or gross, just there really. I then began picking up the mess that I made, wrappers on the counter. I thought this was funny that I was cleaning up and it didn't matter but I kept doing it anyways. I tossed it all in the trashcan in the bathroom. I saw a window and thought to go out it but wanted to find some people to do the St Patties day TOTM on so stayed inside. I did however want to jump through the ceiling to get upstairs. I remember I pictured in my head this failing and it did. I jumped up and went through some of the ceiling tiles and came back down with broken tiles around me. Stairs it is. I headed for the stairs on the other side of the room and started climbing them. I was about half way up when I heard my daughter and wife talking about me liking frosting. Happily I replied "I do like frosting" and before I got to the door to go to the upstairs I woke up.

I was pretty excited I had this lucid that lasted probably 5 to 10 minutes after my previous 5 or 6 have been less than 10 seconds.

i am walking in the saddar town, its clear day, i see lots of action, there are open shops and every one is doing something, while walking suddenly my hands came in front of me from my pockets, i am staring at them and suddenly i realized i am dreaming i immediately glanced at one of the shop signs and did a reading RC, it worked. i am now standing at cross roads, roads are very big and spacious, i don't see any traffic, i remembered last night i was reading Robert Wagoner's book in which he mentioned something about a certain frequency or beam of light. i tried the same, suddenly my whole dream world starts to shake and i felt vibrations in my body, it got stronger and stronger, then i started to float upwards and kept floating, its like i am zooming out of Google earth from street view to globe view, but i get zooming out and out until i am in the void. i am thinking what was that, waited for another dream imagery to appear but i got to frustrated and opened my eyes.

Someone I was close to one day turned into some kind of monster, it was not devoid of rational thought and it seem to look like a woman with tentacle coming out of her lower half. It seemed I was some kind of high ranked officer in the military and I was in charge of keeping a watch on her, I remember yelling at some lower ranked solider that her tank (the tank was oval shaped and metal, on the inside it had in cabin that was made of glass and slightly submerged in some sort of liquid.) She was being kept in needed to be clean more properly. I had some sort of special relationship with the beast, like she was a former lover of mine. The last thing I remember was that I was slowly bit by bit getting close to having her set free by pulling the innermost glass cabin to the surface more and more.

yo it's 5 am let's do this *yawn*

(a hastily scribbled outline was here)

Thinking back as far as I can, the first chapter of the dream was something about me being on the second floor of a large castle. The outside was rather menacing somehow, probably because it was simply enormous, and the interior reminded me somewhat of a church I used to attend (third floor of WCF). I get the impression someone else was there and that there were some rules going on, but mostly what I remember is that my cat Moses was being super dangerous in his attempts to get from the second floor of the castle to the ground. It was something like, when he wasn't supposed to jump to the ground he'd end up falling off somehow, and when it was made totally clear to him that he wasn't allowed down, he jumped off in the most ridiculously daredevil and rebellious way a cat can manage; that is to say, it was a sort of flying leap. He seemed alright when he landed though.

There was also something about the second floor of the castle being able to view the ground floor (some open space in the floor idk architecture terms) but having prison bars, and there was definitely more structure to the whole scenario. There was a girl there, it was nighttime, and there was a bit of a Stone Harbor feel. And come to think of it there was some sort of longer scenario involving a whole bunch of other teenagers which had a bit of story and structure to it, and some clique hierarchy junk, but the best I can remember of that is simply that I, along with my female (dream) best friend, was in competition with some rude female who probably had some boyfriend arm candy, and ultimately I was victorious on some level. And I suppose it wasn't quite teen hierarchy junk as much as it was adults-and-office-related. So a bit of both.

The second chapter that I can remember ... involved something about a Roman slave type person, a rather ruefully cheerful man, and something about him carrying a plate that had recently had food on it past my (iwl) dad and some other guy, both of whom commented on it. If I had to guess, I would say the plate had just had some venetian turkey pie on it. Uhhh the architecture of the situation was a bit confusing as well. The slave guy came out of a back room sort of thing and walked by a counter which divided the short hall he was in from the room with the other two men in it, who were lounging in chairs. Man there was something really strange happening other than what I'm describing but it's either hard to remember or hard to translate to waking life terms. Basically though, the two men commented on the plate, saying something like "is there any of that left" because the food it referenced was so delicious, and the slave felt sort of awkward, and then there was something about the Bible. Or something. And a river of lava. The feel of this chapter was subordinate with a touch of outright menace and a helping (DO YOU SEE THE THING THAT I DID) of danger, compared to the previous one.

The last thing thing I remember before my alarm went off and I woke up was a dream that I was recording my dream. I was attempting to remember the different parts of the dream and starting to outline them in my head so I could remember them and write them down. But since I was still dreaming and not at all lucid, the information I was arranging was totally made-up (did not refer to any dream I had just had) and in non-IWL terms. Also I did not realize I wasn't awake and when my alarm went off I was genuinely surprised. So it would almost be impressive that I started writing down a dream before I'd even woken up and before my alarm had gone off, if the information did not look like (attempted translation):
• a person wearing a black, looseknit sweater thing
• holding a fishing rod that they are using to tease
• some third person (information not found)
or, in other words, total gibberish, even as dreams are concerned, and also incorrect.

But apparently my heart's in the right place. Also more proof that my mind sort of knows when my alarm is about to go off (since my mentality started to switch from "dreaming" to "recording dreams" shortly before I woke up), which is always very strange. I also remember that my feelings upon waking were something like "ahhh I'll remember all this when I wake up in the morning", but I decided to write it down anyway because those words really meant "I'm disoriented and lazy and I didn't ask to be in this 5 AM time-to-write-down-your-dream situation" and the fact of the matter was I was already starting to forget. Having a dream journal on here is pretty dang cool.

Haven’t been interested in recalling dreams to extensive detail, except for a few that were just too overwhelming and crazy to generalize.

124+ Lucid dreams since the time I joined this site. Of course, with the other 1,022+ dream sets I’ve made, if I took time to see where I could’ve been lucid, the number would be much higher. Maybe there could’ve been more in the 2,000-3,000 dreams from 2011 to early 2014 recalled; the exact number of dreams recalled is still unknown seeing how I had different formats of clunking several dreams into one entry compared to the separate entries I’m doing on a separate program, and then combining it to as few entries on this site as possible. But by that point, it would just be a bias and problematic wondering how I would become aware of my existence in the dreaming state. Oh well, we all have to start somewhere.

It’s amazing how putting in a lot of hours within a few weeks that I did for image streaming last year would make dream recall easier. It’s just a matter of actually caring to have unwavering acknowledgement of all dreams, nonsensical, hidden with deep symbolism, or actually a potential to relate to helping quotidian lifestyles in waking life.

It’s hard being busy with the streaming of inspirations in my head in waking life, and wanting to do the same in the dreaming state. I think I prefer the former since there always seems to be a direction to go to fortunately.

To anyone that seems to have episodic struggles with lucid dreaming attempts: Persevere with your shittiness until you get good at it. It’s a constant struggle that you’ll just have to accept every now and then. If I couldn’t find some way to reduce how I react in the cluster of dreams filled with a myriad of emotions, or some inspiration to animate them, I highly doubt I would have any more incentive to recall them.

30.01.2014

Public Shower with Women (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

• Outside in public shower near a pool I guess
• At least three females diagonally front of me
• They're wearing bras and panties only
• One wears a light sky blue bra and panty
• I'm pause for a moment, and then wake up.

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30.01.2014

Riding a School Bus to Catch a Missed School Bus (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Yeah, that's pretty much it. It took a while before I decided to give up after doing something futile where I didn't even know the location of the school I was supposed to go to.

31.01.2014

Kingdom Hearts Themed Island? (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

All I know for the time being is that the island I was residing in the dream was related to Kingdom Hearts in some way. I don't know, it's just what's initially showing up in my mind.

I did all sorts of random things with dream characters, but I can't remember any significant or memorable moments. It had that weird feeling of accepting the illusion of comfort in a confined island, similar to what I'm sure the main characters had during their childhood.

03.02.2014

Clipboard of Teleportation & Wanting to Take a Photograph with Victoria (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I’m inside of a store that looks a lot like the H-E-B within my area in waking life. Apparently, I have a job in this dream, though I’m not sure what it is I’m doing specifically. I’m wearing a red polo shirt, seeing how that would be one of the default colors to wear along with some colored dress pants.

I’m holding a clipboard which I believe also had the color of red, and there’s paper attached under the clip. There’s a square that’s split into a series of smaller squares that are numbered.

05.02.2014

Petting a Horse/Dog Hybrid (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm petting a horse/dog hybrid that's vanilla colored.

I'm petting it, and then I move around the environment without any kind of indicator if I'm in a body or not. I seem to be able to go through walls, and I see a few wolves that are inside a dark area. They have yellow eyes, and have a mix of brown and black fur.

They seem to be friendly.

06.02.2014

Walking on Sand (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

>Walking on sand
>Entities that looked like they were lost and trying to find somewhere to go surround me
>I have to walk behind them and keep walking to convince them to move forward and being purified
>One of them transforms into an older man holding a brown folder, or binder

07.02.2014

Petting a Cat & Backing Up A Vehicle (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

>Petting a cat, enjoying experiencing the sensation of petting it

>Backing up a vehicle that I thought was a Blazer, ends up being a motorcycle

15.02.2014

Running Away From Robert Knepper & Prison (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I’m on the run, and it seems I’m helping some prisoners escape while trying to elude Robert Knepper. His hairstyle is similar to his role as T-Bag in Prison Break in Season 4 most specifically. I’m not too sure on what his overall composition was, but it seems he was shifting from a human body to something like a large insect composition.

I’m wearing an outfit similar to what Michael Scofield wore in Season 4 of Prison Break, except the sweater probably has a darker hue from this:

The closest I can associate to this transient form of is U3 from Resident Evil 4, except this time the overall color for the bottom region is a mix of brown and a few overlays of red, and other warm colors.

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Spoiler for u3:

Now, all that really mattered to me was making sure I kept moving forward, and that the prisoners I was saving can get out safely. I believe it was two females, or one female and a female, or maybe three individuals that I’m saving, but I’m not too sure because of the cluster of adrenaline and fear surging through my dream body.

My initial presumption was that I’m escorting Michelle Obama, and one of her daughters, or Obama and Michelle. Whatever the case, it seems that I keep implying that I’m saving them within the dream, but the more I try to avoid Knepper, the less I see the presumed dream characters. It’s really dark outside, and it doesn’t seem that I have to worry about security, light towers, or anything that would require systematic planning, or contingencies at all.

I noticed that I’m going through a cyclical process of running for a few times within the dream. It starts out with heading for a slope, and having to go upwards. The hill itself consists of brown dirt with a few rocky substances here and there, and there’s a set of light gray cemented stairs on my right that I can take to skip the grind work of going up the hill.

I take the opportunity, while constantly being weary of how Knepper may be close to chopping my body in half, to jump abnormally to skip a few steps of the stairs, and eventually reach the apex of the hill. I look down, and turn my head to the left to find a small house that I can go to that seems to lead to path of other houses that could be used as a shortcut, and give me more stalling time from Knepper.

17.02.2014

Shooting Arrows at Large White Monster (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Feels like I'm playing an MMORPG, and I have a Ranger role where I can shoot arrows that have a dark blue arrowhead with a light sky blue aura surrounding the tip.

There's a huge white whale like creature, or seal like creature that's coming after me. I click on the creature with a mouse click I'm presuming, and the character starts shooting arrows rapidly at it.

It seems the creature is pretty close to potentially eating the character, but I can't recall what happened next.

21.02.2014

Finger Gets Shot & Golden Retriever (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm inside of a house, and the dream characters, despite of not seeing them clearly

Running away, ran for a mile, came back to house, had to go up stairs

Open door, relative is there, golden retriverer barking at me at front door, but not biting me

He gets out of the house and pushes a lady that was with a guy.

Tells them to get out, closes the door, he goes back in, I do too, he gets mad, waves gun, I stay near door, back to door, sitting down telling him not to shoot, hands up, he shoots one of my finger, or fingernail


Reverts back to normal

28.02.2014

Someone is Kidnapped (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

>Someone is kidnapped, and I'm apparently trying to save them, even though I don't know who it is I'm after

>I'm listening to someone that seems to be the one taking the person hostage

>They're instructing me to do all sorts of things

>Relatives are suddenly involved in helping me out

>White SUV is being driven by a relative, never seen him ride one before of that color

>Female relative ends up going to clinic to get a prescription that's important for complying with the kidnapper's demands

>Dream shifts to where I'm at a docking area of some sort

>I head to a shed, and before I enter, I see a green frog outside

>I decided to play around with it, and started to throw it up a bit

>Then I went back to focusing in entering the shed

>Two floor panels near the entrance, I only step on one

>Open door

>Kidnapper, that sounds like an old and cerebral female, tells me I made the wrong move

>Apparently I wasn't allowed to get anyone to help me to comply with her demands

>Dream shifts to where I'm reading a manga that looks like Naruto Shippuden

>I see Kakashi, Obito, and Rin in their childhood years

>Kakashi and Rin are side by side, Obito is on the opposite side

>Someone is holding Obito's head as his body slowly elevates from being picked up

>Obito's head comes off, and only his scalp and hair remains within the person's grasp

>Kakashi and Rin freak out


>I can't take this dream anymore

04.03.2014

Peter Bergman, Running Away From Bombing, and Lady in Red Gives Up On Wedding (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Things start out at a luxurious hotel, and it takes a while before I realize that I’m dreaming. Some dream characters that come to mind is one that looked like Peter Bergman from the Young and the Restless:

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Along with Joshua Morrow as well:

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The latter doesn’t seem to show up until later on in the dream, but I’m quite confused on when he does arrive.

I honestly saw this dream as so nonsensical (and the ones a few days before it), that it wasn’t really enticing enough for me to type it down. So my memory is going to be a bit patchy due to wanting to forget this altogether.

The hotel room itself was comfortable enough for a gregarious conversation with the dream characters, and it also felt as if we were on the higher floor as well. I couldn’t make out the actual conversations streaming through, but it seems there’s a scheme to bomb part of the hotel apparently. I can’t recall how I specifically reacted, but I felt things were going to get intense very quickly.

Joshua Morrow comes in at some point, and I believe he’s wearing a brown jacket with some milky light brown fur around the collar, along with wearing regular denim blue jeans. He has his hairstyle groomed and gelled up:

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The dream overall has this celestial, blurry, and slightly dark overlay to it. It clearly made it prevalent that this was a dream, and it almost felt like the kind of atmospheric overlay you’d see at sunset, or something like that. While the dream characters are having a conversation over whatever, it seems that Peter Bergman has a control switch in his left hand. It’s a typical black box with a red button, and other small buttons in there as well.

He becomes impatient, and wants to click the switch now, which basically blows up everything within the room. No damages are done to me, him, and any other dream character that happened to be there. But my instinct was to run away before something more catastrophic would occur. Panic initiates, and I feel that somewhere during the run, I glanced over the window, and saw that people were already forming groups outside to see what was happening.

Joshua Morrow plays a significant role in this part to some extent, but my memory is kind of horrible at this point for what he really helped out on. All I could presume is that he helped me find a way for shortcuts to reduce suspicion from others that I, or anyone else in that same hotel room were advocates of the bombing event.

After this, the dream shifts, and despite of the inconsistency of the next dream, I felt this one had some correlation with the previous. Simply because the atmospheric overlay was the same, and my emotions at the time still had a high sense of adrenaline and fear of trying to escape from something.

I’m riding a motorcycle, and I’m driving parallel to someone that’s riding a motorcycle as well. The freeway we’re on is pretty spacious, though the perspective and perception is clearly abnormal. What seems to be large in front of us takes quite a while before it gets smaller. During this ride, I felt as if I was experiencing another virtual reality where an Asian female wearing a red dress wants to propose to me.

Her visage mixes around for a bit, and one was similar to someone in waking life. The moment I saw her face, I was questioning why she would want to propose to me when she’s already in a relationship in waking life. Maybe she wanted me to be the man of honor, but her expression clearly wasn’t one that was friendly, it was more sexual than needed.

Then her visage shifts around with other relative Asian facial compositions, and the shape shifting dream character looks more like she’s in her late 20s to early 30s. For the top section of her long red dress, there’s an “X” format of cloth wrapped around her breast region.

Snap back to the motorcycle riding, and I’m asking the dream character, who I can’t really see too well, on why she would propose, or want me to marry her. Whatever the dream character stated, it eventually ended the conversation, and it seems my reaction to it was that my concern was resolved in some way. Apparently, we were on our way to talk to that same Asian female, and once we met her, she called the wedding off.

I can’t remember anything else after that.

Journal Entry Lucid #12 Dream,Lucid, (Comments)
Background: I got up around 1:22 and I studied for my chemistry exam. I don't remember thinking about LD. Around 3:45am I got up and went to my room. I listened to some music and I just tried to enjoy the moment. (I did not listen to any Robert Monroe recording because I wasn't aiming to become Lucid.) I told myself don't care about having a LD, just go to sleep and try and remember some dreams. I went to sleep very hungry.

Dream fragment 2 from 4:10am-4:46am" Family's Support and Mewtwo's Cry":
I remember walking around my neighborhood stores. I was eating food with my friend TO, and my teacher. I came back home and I saw my parents come out of the car. My neighbor who didn't look like himself was driving the car. After he parked it, I helped them get the food out the car. I saw a machine that takes the food to my neighbor's house. It went across the beautiful green grass they had. I turn and I see giraffes and antelopes in our hard. They were fighting with each other it was crazy.

I woke up because of my hunger. I felt sad and angry that I woke up. I thought oh man I am going to have a hard time going back to sleep now. I thought for a second about a video I watched, he said to be happy in every thing that you are doing and do it out of love. I manged to ignore my stomach and I laid down laughing about something. The dream happen within seconds maybe.

I think it was just me talking to myself in my imagination at first. Enjoying the time, but it quickly became a disturbing conversation. [COLOR="#0000FF"]I found myself in church having a conversation with this man and BE, old friend. I saw this guy in front of me and he is telling me if I leave, we will fight. He is going crazy yelling at me. I looked at him at peace filled with no emotions of anger like I usually do. I thought this doesn't make sense. I told my self to move to make sure I wasn't imagining it. I managed to move.

Family's Support: I then had the thought this is a dream why haven't I done anything yet. I started acting casual about it and I walked in middle of the room. I started rubbing my hands because I felt like the dream was on the verge of ending. I looked around to make sure it was a dream and not some extreme visualization. I looked at the kids in the room they were running around playing tag without me thinking about it. As I was about to walk out of the room the guy followed me, he said I am getting weak, BE said the same thing. I felt a little weak but I was excited. I kept going I saw some food, I told them to eat some food. I picked it up it was a pink cookie thing it had a taste of donut. I knew I fell asleep hungry and my physical body can't be tricked for long. I told them hey look at this.

I stopped rubbing my hands and I flew up to the ceiling with ease. The church people started gasping and looking at me like I was a monster. I thought about how it felt, this particular flight. It felt like someone picking me up. I didn't feel in control anymore, my legs started rising above me making my head upside down. I thought ok I will work with this. I started swinging my legs to get a circular motion going. I felt nauseous at first but then I could control my whole body now. I stopped my body and landed. My grandmother wasn't as protective anymore, she trusted me. She told me that the church people are not ready to accept me, (I guess a LDer), they seemed to be convinced thought that it was real life. I started to fly again and I was about to try and go through the door, phase. I bumped into it and it changed my direction of flight. My uncle opened the door for me and he said, "go fly, go up, go high". I saw a beautiful horizon, purple and blue with a blend of orange. I don't know how to describe it really. The dream then froze like a computer screen. I couldn't move the body that I see, everything remained motionless. I then entered the VOID.

Mewtwo's Cry: It was pitch dark but I knew that the dream didn't end. I started rubbing my hands. I let go off my lucidity, I let my thought wonder, but I caught it right away. A dream started to form. I see a wasteland, ugly looking thing. I see Mewtwo from Pokemon, my favorite Pokemon when I was a kid. I thought wow dreams could get random. I thought am I going to be mewtwoI started getting closer to it. It was flying around the dystopic landscape. I became him. I then started rubbing my new hands. It was white and I had those three little fingers that Mewtwo had. The sensation though still felt like five fingers. I could still fly too. I kept flying. I saw a lot of legendary Pokemons. They were flying, running and jumping around, attacking each other. Some shooting beam out of their mouths at each other. I said to them, "we should not fight with each other..." (I don't remember exactly what I said after wards but I know it has something to do with the corruption of lords and how we should not follow them). I then stopped mid flight and I pointed both my fingers side ways. I saw my chest as I was doing this and I saw the armor that Mewtwo had, the dream was so consistent. After I put my hand out to the side I made a purple enegry beam that exploded and woke me up.

Became lucid by: DILD

One of my students has wandered off and I need to find him. He is not wearing shoes and it has started to rain. I set off to find him, walking down a nice grassy hill in the rain. I come to a street, it has no sidewalks, is in somewhat shabby shape and has beautiful mature sycamore trees planted along both sides of it. There are many branches that hang over the road. I start to flap my arms, bird style. With this flapping, I rise into the air and fly from branch to branch. I am singing the mantra of Avalokiteshvara as I fly. I recognize that there is something strange about flying, but rationalize it thinking "I am really only about 10-20 feet off the ground, its not like I am really flying." There is some manner of transition and I am back at the house where the dream began. My student has returned safely.

3/4*!
I feel like this earlier dream was an important reminder (from my subconscious I assume) to let the family of the deceased know that they are still in our thoughts and prayers(done this morning!). The deceased died very unexpectedly and way too young! In it I dreamed of M from A again, along with G who died almost 5 years ago this month (I think he was memorialized in dream the night before (foggy memory night before) that also had M from A for sure and who ties in closely with G). Yesterday it seemed like his name might have memorialized on jerseys which were green and blue. Tonight it was a memorial in a grassy hilly area and M gave me a State tie pin that was supposed to be connected to G.

DILD: there is a party with family there and quite a few unknown people, quite crowded in some version of M Blvd but not really, perhaps my childhood home had some elements here as well. Someone says hey that sounds like a baby, do you hear that? I look around and I also then hear the crying and look down over my left shoulder and see very small baby newborn in a carrier on the ground. I go to pick up the baby with a big smile and very happy but then I realize that this baby showed up out of the blue and that I am definitely dreaming. I think of DutchRaptor-style tests of lucidity level and think to myself, since I am dreaming I have no problem dropping this baby back to the ground (from about 2 feet up) and I did so but it felt awkward and wrong before reminding myself...hey it's just a dream, move on. I think of the basic TOTM and I walk over from the living room to the kitchen and ask a female DC what her middle name is, there is a delay and I say nicely, I just need a name, your middle name. She says what sounds like "Frando." Then I am feeling a bit frisky and go around the house looking for an attractive DC passing my brother in law (one who moved about 1 year ago) and mother in law in a family room type area behind the kitchen and to the right of that my son is half awake on a bed in an odd spot in the open asking me what I am doing but I just keep going. I circle back around to the kitchen and two of my son's college age friends are there and I think, why not. I start kissing one after some flirtation and she gets a little too tongue-y for my taste and the other friend joins in kissing me as well...it becomes a little odd (too much tongue) and I fly up and out of the house. Looking at the night sky I think of the Bonus TOTM, alien abduction. I decide I will call out for them to come and get me but my voice doesn't come out right and it is garbled and I think that I was just talking to the DC with the middle name after becoming lucid, perhaps my SC doesn't want me to call out for aliens?? I think what the heck and I try again and I can talk clearly: "Aliens, come and get me" as I am floating maybe 200 feet up. I see a orangish-red circular coloration in the sky with a smaller circle in the middle but definitely not a ship, more like an aurora and nothing is happening so I say it again and then move on. I fly back down over a country-like neighborhood with maybe 4 houses including the one I came out of with the party. There is lots of space and land in-between and green rolling hills lit up in what looks like moon-light though I hadn't seen a moon so far. Out in front of one of the homes up and to the left from my downward view I see a woman in a long flowing gown with a young child just behind her and I swoop down. We talk and there is an obvious connection between us, I tell her that she is very beautiful. She looks a little like Scarlett Johansson (who I have been incubating an image of) but her cheeks are less pronounced and her nose more narrow. She grabs my hand and says, let me show you to your room. I say that I would like to stay with her and she says "but I have the kids (two) to look after" and I say that I can help her look after them but first I lean in for a kiss and we have a passionate kiss and I am so enthralled by the realism. I can hardly believe this is only a dream. She is so beautiful, she is so natural and not the least bit mindless and as we start to get on towards more sexual activity there in the moonlit grass I return to bed and I can tell that I am fully awake and there is no going back in but I am smiling from ear to ear, very enthralled. Perhaps this was my SC giving me a "true love" DC related to last months TOTM.

A little different:
Awareness work type: retracing my steps (&looking at myself from the outside)
Pre bed: quick review of recent dream signs: stars, tram/variation, my fam, ex's
wbtb: none planned but trouble sleeping around 6.5 hours(odd cycle, REM rebound?)

Morning of March 4, 2014. Tuesday.



I am at the airport in Brisbane, I believe. The seats are far more comfortable, almost like couches. My wife is with me. Our children may be there but not immediately present.

A man of about seventy-five years of age is there and he somehow has all kinds of musical instruments in various locations around the area, most of them guitar-like. He does not play much at first, but I enjoy seeing the various items. Some are in a case, others on their own. He seems very friendly, but I do not know who he is.

One of the instruments is a three-string bass (electric, I think). Another is never taken out of the soft case but may be a miniature violin (about half the size of one in real life) and I ask him about it and the answer seems to be yes. There are a couple music books which have very simple tunes, possibly melody lines only, for folk music.

Later on, I am on another seat in a perpendicular location from the first but probably not that far away from the other location. It is probably aligned east/west, with the back to the north. We talk about different types of guitars and experiences with them. I play a brief, random “song” on one which seems to have seven strings instead of six - playing mostly one note per beat but three on one beat, which seems somewhat discordant. I also note that there are letters to indicate tuning on one, which appears to have too large a gap in the mid-range area, although it may create interesting chords or be made that way as a real-time EQ “notch” for other instruments that fit that range. (This would be more viable for anything other than a guitar, I should think, such as a flute or especially a recorder. Two recorders playing at the same basic pitch, for example, make absolutely horrid dynamics - similar to when two people sustain a loud whistle at the same pitch on each side of you and a very unpleasant swirling “roaring” is heard in the middle of your head.)

There is a point where he has some sort of small accordion or concertina but, for quite some time, plays only the bass side (roots only) as a melody, yet it sounds beautiful and orchestral, almost like a brass band. He plays about three longer songs like this. I ask him if he has seen or heard the bass setting where a very high note is added to the bass root which gives a very intriguing sound to the overall song (when the full chords are played on the bass side) and he acknowledges this fact. I tell him about my father and the number of popular waltzes and polkas he wrote. The old man smiles but does not seem as interested in waltzes (or one-two-three) as straight one-two patterns as found in almost all modern music, other than songs like “Top of the World” by Plant P (Tony Carey), which is a breathtaking waltz mostly on synths, yet almost 1700s ballroom-like and epic, one of my favorite recordings of all time.

Later, he lets me hold a very large guitar, apparently acoustic, and also very old. It is of a very unusual design. The entire neck is deeply indented almost like a series of enclosed backgammon sections (relating to each otherwise implied fret wire, which in this case is actually a higher “wall” for each note range change) all the way to the body. The neck is also too wide to play chords with the left hand. This poses two problems. In addition, I do not see how you could play a chord unless pressing more down over one side of the “wall” from the top and while mostly on the lap (rather than a real chord position grip), but it would not seem to possess the same dynamics at all, as a proper ridge/fret wire would create. I ask him about this, but he seems to know how to play it efficiently, but does not actually demonstrate.

In a very loose association, my mind starts connecting the seeming backgammon wells series on the weird fretboard of the guitar. There is also the hopscotch reference again. Somehow the idea is triggered by the guitar’s double markers on the twelfth fret and how sections change from one square to two side-by-side squares as in the hopscotch court. At one point, the older man appears to pass out from a medical problem, but recovers and seems to be okay. The people he is with make comments on his declining health due to his age, but he seems to be doing okay thus far and I believe even has a concert to go to in another country.

In an additional dream, I am in a kitchen. I think it is our present kitchen, although I sense the orientation is exactly perpendicular to how it really is. This has extreme vividness and clarity for the most part other than not fully grasping a prop to my right at first. I am not certain if it is a cylindrical pencil holder or if it is holding asparagus stalks. It is probably the latter as I cannot see a reason for having a pencil holder that close to the sink. While thinking on that, I move to wash a muffin tray with twelve wells. This is the second time in two consecutive nights that I have focused on the possibly important meaning of an array (the other was eighteen “wells” or facets).

The muffin tin ends up exactly covering the bottom of the sink in a fairly snug and even fashion, though I am able to retrieve it by gripping with fingers in two wells (something similar had happened in real life years ago). I soon notice that the perfectly round and reflective drain is really large (it actually changes size, it seems, getting bigger a few times), up to almost eighty percent of the sink’s bottom in area. It seems to imply bottomlessness or at least a very distant point down into what is somewhat like a “light at the end of the tunnel” kind of presentation. There is a golden glow from way down below. A silvery light also encircles the implied route down in various swirling events. It is actually so large that there is a thought that I could go headfirst into it (yet not in a threatening or dangerous way), but do not, and there is no stronger vertigo, just a sense that I am very close to the portal between “here” and the space of “all light”. Although “down the drain” has a negative connotation, this is actually quite the opposite in what is sensed and felt about the potential portal into universality. It vaguely reminds me of a previous dream where vivid whale-song was emerging from the drain as the water in the sink was moving in a spiral somewhat - with a very blissful awareness.

All I remember from my last dream is spiders coming out of my face. I have no recall of dreams sinnce then. that was weeks ago.

... So I haven't posted there for a while.
I don't feel like writing but I still want to post a dream, so here's one that I already wrote on my computer long ago.
This is a little out-dated, and it is the beginning of a serie(ish) of lucid dreams that I got after it so when I look back I feel a little foolish.

Also, this is a DEILD from another interesting lucid in the same place.
After it, I DEILDed again - the Titans had taken over the world (or the general territory) and destroyed part of the city.


I DEILDed from a lucid dream in the same landscape.
I'm in that square piece of grass, surrounded by some greek-like "pillars" that are really just there for decoration.
I randomly try a cork out (flipping/twisting kick), remembering part of the right technique (foot placement). I fail twice, but make it the third time. *Would that be the same IRL?* (I can do it IRL now ). I try to recall some of the goals I had, and because I already procrastinated the "Epic Titan fight" in the dream before, I decide to go ahead and try that out.

"Titans !!", I scream.

I'm trying to look freaked out, just like I did in the "Zombi break out" dream. It takes a bit more time than I expected, but eventually a huge, baby-like giant (about as tall as a big tree - 3 to 4 floors) runs out of the forest, followed by others Titans of slightly different height.
I decide to wait until they get to the city, and when they do, I fly to one of them, use the AoT maneuvreur gear to swing past his neck, and cut right through the nape of it (the neck ).
I get back on the ground and, fearing that I might not be able to fly as easily as I'd like, try to use the gear again.
Doesn't work. Well, whatever, I'll just use the traditional way.
I put my hands in front of me and push in the air, and I use telekinesis to fight the monsters. It does not work at all at first, but then I take the "control disk" (really gotta find a name for it someday) and it does the work better. Still, my control isn't as huge as what I could get it, but the guy is so massive, it would require a lot of control to throw him away.
I keep on fighting for about 15 minutes (mostly flying and maneuvreuring through the Titans), until I realize that a guy that should be dead isn't.

"Yeah you have to cut me twice", he says.

Sure, I could have used two swords, but for some weird reason I freak out, and after realizing that there is more like him, I get the heck away to the square of grass, where I feel the dream fading away.

I never had a dream where I laughed when I woke up. It was hard for me to see what came before what in the dream (as is usual).

I was back in my hometown. I was stayed there for a few days. I was at home in the living room. Mom was telling me about clothes or something. I checked the clothes and decided I should bring a few more. I saw two yellow clothes and thought that I don't have yellow clothes in the city yet. Then there are also the blue jeans. It was night, I believe, or at least dark. Maybe I was going to take my plane that day.

I was talking to a woman. She was heading a cause or organization. She was supposed to have a talk, and/or she just came from one. Not sure how I met her. She's tall, wears glasses, and had her hair in a bun. Not sure what we were talking about, but she invited me to her talk. It was going to be in October 26. Then I realize that my flight out of the place is on the 25th. We both thought it was a shame. I think she was talking with Sarah as well. Sarah went out to meet old and new friends.

I was in a restaurant with my other org-mates. Not sure what organization. It was dark, but not so dark that I can't see. It's more like the place when it's still closed, but there's already a bit of daylight. The restaurant was inside a mall. The lights were still off. There were different organizations in the place. We were able to get our place in the restaurant; it was first-come-first-served, but I think the org that was there first didn't leave a person behind to man it, so we thought it was free. All this came to mind while I stayed behind to guard the place. There were some sleeping. Some were out and about.

Lico was outside. We were in India. He was eating some sampling of local food and enjoying it. I think there was an eat-all-you-can for the food he was eating. The Indian guy who was serving the food offered him more. We talked and he/they said that the seafood came from a place nearby that's teeming with sea creatures, so the food is fresh and cheap. I thought I remember reading about the place. It's near or on an island that disappears when the tide is high. They verified it. I took a sampling of food myself. It was good.

I was in a city an hour away from my hometown. I was passing by an area that I haven't visited for years. I thought this place surely has changed. The jeep routes are different. I asked the guy I was with (not sure if he was a driver or a passenger), and he doesn't know. The thought came to me that he looks cute, but also that also scoffed that he doesn't know the place when he travels here. I went down after the river and walked around. The place is different. There were a lot of trees and small houses all over the place. There was a jeep station but no passenger. Or very few passengers. They hailed to see if I was going to ride, but I said no. I walked away and about. I ended up in a highway. It was familiar, but couldn't quite place it. I've been there before, but not on foot. I was riding a car/jeep. (I think it was in another dream where I was in a van with other co-workers going on a trip/a ride with my dad in one of my recent dreams, where we went near the sea). I thought it was a shortcut to somewhere. There was almost no people. It's a "sine-wave" road/highway. To my right, I saw the spires of the city. To my left, I assumed, but did not see, that it's headed for the province. I thought of turning on the GPS to see where exactly I was so I can go back. I saw a cow looking at me. It was tied to a gate of a home. I was like, cool, a cow. With huge-ass horns. It shook its head, like it didn't like something. Huh. I passed by a pillar/stair, blocking our view. When I passed it completely, the cow was gone, and it was turning around the pillar/stair. I checked my shirt. It's red. I ran into a... tunnel? Not exactly a tunnel. But it's like a narrow, semi-underground passage from one area to another. It has a gate. There were two people already walking ahead of me. I closed the gate behind me. I looked back. Surely the cow/bull doesn't know how to open it? I saw it hoof at the gate and it swung open. I ran fast, heartbeat racing, but more due to excitement than fear. I told the couple to get out of the way. The left and right side were not exactly walls, but more like ruins of an old building. There were stairs, pillars and all. I went around, left, right, just to lose the cow/bull, but I still heard it. The couple ran after me to make sure I was alright. The cow/bull caught up. They tried to distract it but it was focused on me. I finally took off my red shirt and threw it at the cow/bull. It seems displeased. Maybe it has something against the person who used to wear it?

Back in India. I was talking about the island. I then realized, hey, I know people here in India. Why on earth didn't I contact them? I messaged them on my phone. One of them said that he saw me, but I didn't recognize him. I was like, yeah, but he could have said hi.

The Cow/Bull