memorable

Date: 10 Jan

Pre bed: turmeric

Sleep was rather bad, like I was lacking some sleep chemicals, recall from non-lds pre bed - close to zero.

Wbtb: felt sleepy, had 1/3 latte

DILD+DEILDs: In a room and there's this kid from my childhood and he is somewhat grown up now. I am thinking about that. He's naked from the torso up and is sweating while vacuum cleaning. I am sitting behind a desk, contemplating and the thought that I was supposed to be lding comes to mind.

I begin to examine the surroundings and wonder if this could be a dream. Yet my thoughts are so orderly and organized at this moment and everything feels more like real life than dream (no usual dreamy feeling).

I keep thinking in what feels like a daylife manner, reflecting on lack of dream feeling. I know that in such a case I have to perform a RC, but I don't see any sense (like it's possibly going to fail). Something in me tries to convince me and kind of distantly makes me feel that right now my body is in horizontal position and asleep. I conclude that it is a dream and remember my goals. There is a black girl with ponytail and I reverse the inital plan (make an old man younger for the opposites task) and decide that I will make a potion to make her age instead. I feel conscientious about doing this to a little girl and how evil it looks, but really want to see the results.

There are a number of small items like two small cups, nail-size gemstones and something else I can't recall. While the dream is generally very stable, it begins to thin out at this point and I am left feeling concentration wise powerless and slowly find myself back in my body. Not ready to let go I remain still and short afterwards the I am back in the same dream.

It comes slightly as a surprise that I succeeded to resume from the same place, but welcome it and continue mixing my potion that looks like a shot of cough syrup. If I am not mistaken by the time I'm done mixing the dream thins out again and I am shortly back in my body.

The dream resumes again. This time I wait a bit before undertaking any task related action, thinking it may be proper to stabilize at this point so I unconvincingly rub my hands and run my fingers through a nearby towel, feeling it's texture. At this point the little girl and my childhood friend are nowhere in sight. I move away from where I was standing and look around, the entire room looks extremely realistic and detailed, filled to the brim with objects. It's like I am really in someone's room or a life memory. There are way too many objects for me to memorize so I don't try to, just remember a number of toy boxes with something written on the them in red, and a very prominent display of video games. There are two black gaming machines like from the late 80s.

The DC of my bf comes from somewhere as I am examining the room. Suddenly, I feel coldness on my feet and look below to see that I am barefoot and feel the cold coming from the green tiles on the floor. This is simply amazing and this whole dream feels incredibly life like detailed and stable (not so much vivid as detailed). I analyze this and share it with my bf who agrees with me. At this point I briefly wonder whether I might have run accross a smart DC and should ask some questions, but then remember my other tasks.

This time it feels appropriate to summon a DC and work from there. I decide I want to call Mrs. and think about her. The part of the apartment where I am looking, mentally calling for her is a bit dark and I briefly worry a scary DC might appear instead, but in a second, a DC that closely resembles her comes in. She has some sort of hat/bandage on the head. I get closer and begin to examine her face, she has lots of wrinkles on her forehead, around the mouth and saggy cheeks. I place my palms above her face to cover the places I want to change and then move my hands away. Initially, her face remains the same, but after a few more procedures the wrinkles visibly diminish. She doesn't look as young as I wanted but at least her skin is in much better condition, as if she just had a facelift.

Somewhere around this moment, the dream fades again. I know the drill and continue as usual, in the meantime become worried about my memories after each blackout/deild. I mentally count the number of blackouts to be sure, 3.

Back in the same room. I feel that I have spent too much time with this task, while there were other main tasks I had in mind. Time to go out and look for a palace. I head for the window and look down. Nooo! The whole dream continues to be worryingly detailed and realistic and it doesn't feel like a good idea to jump out of the window. I gather courage and hang on to nearby windows and water pipes to go down.

On the street I look around for a suitable building but become overwhelmed. In every direction I look are closely packed residential buildings. Finally, one of the streets seems somewhat less cluttered with a larger building at the distance that leads me to believe there's enough room for a palace round the corner. As I head in that direction, I have to wait for a large industrial truck part that's slowly coming out of a garage to make a turn and continue in, of course, the same direction as me. I manage to squeeze between the building wall and the large truck part and reach the end of the street.

Unfortunately, this turns to end of town cars-only road with lots of concrete and weirdly shaped boulders, cars passing by in close proximity. I think that I don't want to change the dream too aggressively as not to compromise the coherence. But maybe not everything is lost, I just have to find a way to cross over and go to what seems like a more appealing part of town. The dream fades.

Date: 08 Jan

Pre bed: 3mel

Wbtb: 1/3 latte, around 34 mg caffeine

I'm quite sleepy and resist waking myself too much, but still try to stay as awake as possible while in bed, repeating mantras and goals. I fall asleep with some long deep REM rebound.

DILD: It's a very long dream where me and parents get ready for a trip. Then I meet a DC that feels like a kindred sprit, I am eager to discuss with him possible solutions to a problem we both have.

A few moments later, I realize that this is a dream and remember my goals, freeze water and go fishing. The guy disappears somewhere. I am walking in what looks like a park and as I think about the task, I see that there are large puddles of water all around. Initially, I try to use them for the task even though they are too shallow and begin freezing them by willing it as well as by placing my hands down over one of them, where while they freeze, they emanate coldness and there's a cool mist effect lifting from the puddles! But then I realize this isn't going to work for the task and walk a bit further where there's a much larger and deeper body of water, like a pond.

I will the water to turn to ice, but to my surprise nothing happens. This annoys me. I contemplate whether to just get on the water as if it is frozen, but am uncertain if it will work, if I continue to expect to sink if I step on it. In the meantime, the water finally freezes. When I look at the surface, I see that part of it begins to melt already and dig with my hands in the softened ice to make a hole. This happens quite easily with no discomfort from the cold. There's some coldness, but it's ok, since I didn't think about it too much. I put my hands through the hole, reaching as far as I can and expecting to run across a catch.

I wait for a while but there's nothing around them and it gets kind of creepy what might be lurking in the darkness below the ice. In the area that's partially covered with ice, I can now see a number of small fish swimming around and succeed in catching one. It is a small tropical butterfly type fish but silver and red. As I hold it, my bf appears next to me and I tell him to take a picture, which I so much wish I could bring to rl, but before he can take the pic, the fish escapes.

I become so happy that have completed the task, I lose lucidity and begin to tell the dream to myself. After a while, I realize the dream is still going. Now I'm on the street in some neighborhood, there is an unconscious movement from my part and I end up floating in mid air, slightly above the ground, very stable though. I correctly recall this feeling from many dreams I had and exclaim to myself that taking off isn't as difficult as I have thought (previously irl). This is a good opportunity to practice a bit of flying and I do some flight manipulation, where I try to think of the direction and my body flies well in that direction. Then I try to take a turn and go in the opposite direction, but it doesn't quite work.

More rather random movements mid air and then I fly high up near a tall residence building, where I climb the last three stories using my hands. I somehow take a step back (see the building from a distance, although I am at the level of the third to last story). A black dotted panther on the balcony catches my attention. It looks kind of small, but actually it is the right size compared to the balcony and the stuff around it. The whole building seems small as if I am looking at it from a distance, yet I am very close to it. I briefly pay attention to that, but then wonder no more. There is a dalmatian in the apartment with the panther and I just so love exploring people's places, like in many non-lds. On the balcony below is a centipede, a very long one, apparently the same size as the panther (fits the balcony lenght). It doesn't look very appealing and I see two more on different balconies, I become vaguely aware that I am causing the one-many effect.

At some point I discarded the idea of going for Toty, because I thought the dream might end, but since it's still going, I decide to give it a try. Somehow, I go down to the ground and begin exploring a dream version of a familiar street. The bus station is here, only residential buildings, some larger buildings appear, but nothing that looks like a palace. I head towards the larger buildings that seem suitable and try to think that one of them is a palace. It starts to change, more and more detail is added and it becomes a flashy top notch casino. I still believe I could change it to a palace by trying to add a few columns at the entrance, but just increase the level of detail/casino quality.

I move on to the next building's entrance, which I recognize as some sort of amusement area. There's a distant dream memory also at work. Since I don't feel I'll get anywhere further with the palace, I eagerly get in, looking forward to having some fun. At this point I remember a dream where I took a super cool ride at a place that looked like this and become very excited. The lobby of the place where they sell the tickets is visitor empty, there's just the guy that sells the tickets, a girl that will ride with me and a male DC. The tall male DC next to my right is accompanying me to the cashier and I get a number of false memories and begin to have romance thoughts about him.

The DC at the desk gives me weird instructions of how to properly hold to the cart and my behavior while next to the girl that's also taking the ride. She is new, so I have to be careful. Bla bla, my lucidity level is dropping. I go to the girl and we wait to be let in to the ride but the dream finally fades and I wake up.

Read about the SSILD technique and tried it. Not sure if this will be a good one for me. Woke up without any alarm. Tried the relaxation cycle. Fell back asleep. Nothing. Tried again and again as I kept waking up during the night. Nothing to report here.
In the early morning hours I dreamt I was back in FL. I met all my friends again. It felt wonderful. We were at Winghouse. Suddenly we were all living in a medieval house (more like a castle). My friends all dressed up as if they would go to a re-enactment. They looked great. It was funny. They all were part of a procession and tell me to go with them. I just stand there and watch them. Suddenly I'm back at the house and the maidservant is telling me in an evil voice "Maybe they will never return from the procession!". I think something might be really wrong and something bad will happen to my friends. So I run through the house, open all these old fashioned locks and when I finally reach the last door I wake up.

1/11*? + *!!! Wow! Had a great wild. Previously I am fairly sure I wild into a dream of me doing the ssild cycles thinking I'm still awake but not true LD since I didn't realize already asleep but was conscious of my last known condition-attempting a wild in bed...just waiting for a dream to start. I suspect this because of the amount of time that has passed and I get up go to the bathroom and go back to bed. I then think maybe what I experienced right before I woke up was hypnopompic...voices and vibrations. It feels like I may not be too far from REM because it is later in the morning maybe just over 7 hours after first going to bed. Sure enough it doesn't take long to start getting a dreamy feeling and HH audio first I wonder if it is my wife saying something to me or talking in her sleep but then I hear what sounds more like a crowd of people talking. I feel like I'm close and I decide to try to move my dream hands and sure enough I get a glimpse of
my dream hands then a good view of them. But it seems like my dream isn't ready like I am in the void. Could this be delta sleep on the way to REM instead? I recall what Sageous said about having a specific scene in mind on wild attempts. My go to scene is a beach. Visualize a beach but it is not anything like what I wanted. I do closed eye teleporting or changing of the beach scene maybe six to seven times. Most of the first scenes were night time and then I got one with a very odd creature in the water and I say no on earth, but had morning light! Close eyes again and say no I want white sand! I get it and sunny! I decide to go in the buff but at first the ladies are in bikinis. There should be nude waitresses...thank you. I pick one out she looks mildly Polynesian perhaps mixed with white. She is beautiful. We get straight down to intercourse. I have a pre-orgasm like feeling and decide I want to spawn the woman I met two nights ago but then I say no let me do the task of the month - I'm already by a body of water. I only think of the water in my immediate view so as to block out the idea that I can't freeze this body of water or that it may be too big or something. Like in my previous attempt I hold out my hands superhero style and freeze the water and I quickly spawn pointed saw again cutting a hole in the ice super fast pushing the ice down and over under the ice sheet and I quickly spawn fishing pole with bait already attached as planned, drop the line in the hole and very quickly start to feel a tug though not really strong. I fished out a purple fish or eel like creature! I was rushing through this process expecting I may not have too much time and this expectation creates a false awakening what at first I thought was my actual awakening. I was lying in bed recalling my wonderful LD for several minutes before waking into another false awakening in church at the funeral we're going to today! Awesome!

Previously most significant dream I was extremely angry at a company I am dealing with in real life. I do not remember last time I felt this much anger during a dream. No idea where this emotion came from! Perhaps it was due to an underlying fear that something would go wrong with this business and I got a phone call during the dream and my mind thought one of the possible reasons for me receiving a phone call and created the scenario which then brought up the real anger I would have felt in real life if I got that call! I hope this was not a premonition ! It is probably just due to the fear. 97; 96 was short paper journal

I woke up in bed, Rc'd and went lucid. I went downstairs and was actually scared. My house was very dark and spooky looking. I went in the living room and I turned around and my brother was right in my face. I told him to leave and he attacked me. After he left, I found this girl dawn in my living room and did some stuff with her. Then I woke up into another FA. This time, I was in sleep paralysis and I felt like I was being spun around in the air and flying. After I broke free of the SP, I went outside and came across this girl Alice (whom I've mentioned in previous dreams) and she was complaining that she owed her friend five dollars and that was her reason for not "doing stuff" with me. I convinced her that I'd have 5 dollars if she did it and to say the least, it worked . After another FA and RC, I went downstairs and ended up bending dawn over the counter and having some fun with her. Now, of course all of this could've been more detailed, but I think people get the gist of it all.

Night of January 10, 2014. Friday.



I am in a small room reminiscent, for some reason, of the first part of Edgar Allan Poe’s “The Raven”. An elderly Caucasian male wearing reading glasses is working on a problem. I have seen this before. I look at his desk. A (mostly white with triangular spots) cookie jar in the form of an owl is overturned on a higher shelf to his left. He is writing equations.

“It is two”, I say, “or, if you keep going, two two two two…or if you want…twenty-two.”

“Stop it!” he says. “I can’t get there. I can’t. I won’t! I don’t want to know it all!" (This reminds me of some sort of odd blend of the last part of "The Keep” and “The Changeling” which are otherwise completely unrelated other than there being an annoyed elderly man making a choice between two things.)

I show him some patterns, mostly only personal symbols gathered over a lifetime. “Look, it is Seventy-Seven Sunset Strip." He nods. "My wife’s name is Zsuzsanna…the seven is a seven on a plane, becoming a Z, sort of like the mirrored twos being the heart on the plane, and there are two sevens. The audio reversal of seven is nevus, which means Yin has a seven-shaped scar above her iris - well, on her eyelid. So…Two Zs and two Ss…Zsuzsanna…”.

“Plane?” he asks. “Yes, it’s plain to see,” I say sarcastically. “Plane,” he ponders. Suddenly a woman in the blue and gold Chiquita Banana outfit, shaking shakers and doing a sort of partial tango (in positioning) appears, singing “the rain in Spain stays mainly in the plain” twice, before walking into the wall like a ghost. “What the f- was that?” he says (as Melvyn) quickly. “I don’t know,” I reply, “it’s your dream…” Then he is Ian.

“Why is a raven like a writing desk?” he asks, as Ian, “That’s from Edgar Allan Poe…”

“No, it isn’t,” I reply, “it’s from Alice…”

“No!” he cuts me off, slapping his right fist on the desk.

“Actually, the audio reversal of two is ‘hoot’,” I say, pointing to the owl and feeling quite silly. “Hoot hoot hoot.”

“There are kids in the beds!” he says worryingly as Bill (exactly as in the Twilight Zone movie scene). “That is Oliver and Lorenzo, two of my sons,” I say. I can hear their laughing through the walls.

Then I decide to become more serious and review what I know, but he ignores me. I start to say “Two two Timothy two two twenty-two white horse spirit two two” to open the gate to the higher hidden levels of continuity and to morph everything randomly (to a point). “The gate to the higher levels is f-kity f- f- f-kity f-” (censored) he says casually, as Ian.

“No it isn’t,” I laugh. “F and K are somewhat outliers which is why the lowly use those words so often to stay on the lower planes. Just divide any English paragraph into any other one anywhere and you should start to see it.”

“What about the two Zs in Zsuzsanna?” he says sarcastically. “That’s the name of an outlier if I ever heard one.”

“Very clever,” I say, “but the two Zs are actually implying twenty-two." He cannot win. I continue speaking fractal entropy in discernible English "code” (mostly “two two two…”) and the room starts to dissolve in dust-mote-like sparkles and yellowish fire but I am in warm blue light. Suddenly it’s the male voice of the elderly man from the Twilight Zone movie (Bill Quinn, deceased April 29, 1994) from the “Kick the Can” story. He wants to come with me as I start to age in reverse, being younger, as in the movie, but I tell him that he cannot and am holding a “blue flaming sword of truth”. It is kind of an eerie scene, I suppose. The other two during the “revolving character” transitions were Melvyn Douglas (died August 4, 1981), and Ian McKellen, still alive.

“dream journal synchronicity” tag added because of this post being after mine: http://www.dreamjournal.net/journal/...ream_id=190752

Morning of January 10, 2014. Friday.



We are living in some sort of composite of mostly Barolin Street (same directional orientation) and the place in Maryborough on Cheapside Street, but with other differences at times (including the entrance to Stadcor Street with the outside stairs). At first, there seems to be some sort of drama with a rowdy neighbor from the halfway house visiting someone in a separate (fictional) apartment in back of where we live (which looks more like the Barolin Street area at that point). This second male, the friend of the one in back of our place who seems to be in the shower, is yelling about the score of an ongoing soccer game while standing outside in our driveway. The other male makes gasping and apparent drowning sounds (as the shower is also unlikely louder from where I am), but nothing related to that matter continues.

There is a scene where I am trying to record on a cassette tape and the player keeps “eating” it (recurring). I try to fix things up, but the tape keeps going out in different directions in figure-eight patterns. Parts are very realistic with regard to the capstan and such. I get a vague impression that one of the cassettes is my sister’s.

Later, I am in the bedroom with my wife Zsuzsanna. She is lying on our bed (which is south to north unlike the real-life west to east orientation) but I am standing near the north doorway to the hallway that was there in real life (there is also an additional fictional door to the east, which seemingly opens out directly to a downward flight of stairs and gives a feeling of being on the second floor of a building - the house was one floor but high-set in real life but did not have higher stairs in this manner), but something unusual is going on. Another male is in the room complaining about Zsuzsanna’s “supernatural” beauty because it was apparently the cause of his accident. He narrates his story (I am not sure if he is a ghost, or somehow got lost on his way somewhere else). “I was driving down the road at night and this female steps out from the wayside and I lost control of my stick shift…”

“Yes, my wife has had that effect on males,” I say sarcastically. For a moment, he almost seems like an (deceased?) “alternate husband” of my wife’s (although she never had any other long-term relationships or marriages) and seems somewhat disparaging, but not violent in any way. For awhile, he stands around not moving, almost like a statue. Other men appear eventually - a total of about five or six.

Next up comes Burl Ives (in a white suit, and with a cane and top hat) in an objurgatory stance and mood. He starts talking about how Zsuzsanna called up the giant turtle and crashed his helicopter into the “blue lagoon”. He continues, “If I live to be a hundred, I’ll never forget that big snow storm a couple of years ago.” (This is actually a recurring idea from other dreams where a type of siren or ghost was causing a blizzard, but is actually his line from “Rudolph”.) “No, no, no, that’s Sam the Snowman, not Doctor Paulis,” I say, but more to the wall, “You’ve got your roles mixed up and…you have snowballs!”

“Oh fer…you’ve got a screw loose Magnus!”, he shouts and turns to waddle down the stairs. I want to be with Zsuzsanna in private, but these idiot males standing around are starting to try my patience. The truck driver is still standing in the same spot, staring at the painting of a pirate ship on the west wall which now seems to have a bit of water coming out from the bottom of the frame and running in about four streams of differing lengths down the areas between the vertical wall boards.

Another younger male (closest to the corner of the room) narrates…“I was near shore and this young gypsy girl of unearthly beauty steps out from a caravan, and raises her arms. I thought for a moment she held a lantern to guide my way, but then…my ship was lost on the rocks…” (I briefly reflect on how my wife’s mother directly drank seawater in real life and actually bragged about how healthy it was during the time she was also a vegan, yet her last son was born autistic though has somehow fully recovered in later years.)

“You’ve certainly got your prerogatives in order,” I say sarcastically. “Yes, one girl standing in the night, you are distracted, or maybe it was a Playboy magazine - those oil tankers out there having oil spills that wipe out half the planet…watch out for that bit of venison on your plate…it may be the end of the world as you know it…”

The song “Play Crack The Sky” is sung by a transparent temporary character before my dream moves back towards my own direct focus again.

The most vivid part unfolds. I squeeze my right hand lightly into a fist and this somehow causes the male to rise in the air, about three feet off the floor. He starts to choke and seawater drips from him as he hovers in the air a few feet from me. I turn to walk and somehow he floats in the air behind me and I manage to get him out of the room without touching him. The other men look on approvingly, thinking I had healed him, and line up for me to “heal” them as well. I am glad to oblige…

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Around 7:50 PM January 9, 2014 I went to sleep. I woke up around 9:00 PM almost in tears, shaking, & scared. I had a dream that my boyfriend, & one of our mutual friends was with us. We got a pizza & it tasted old so I took it back into the pizza place to return it & two gentleman were in the parlor arguing. One being a black male, & the other a white. The white man walked out enraged & left then the black man looked right at me & said 'I am going to kill him.' Scared I walked out. I got in the car & we started driving. We got on the express way & about 2 minutes after being on the express way I looked to the right & there was the black man brutally stabbing the white man. It makes no sense, but blood was all over the highway signs. I started screaming & crying. My boyfriend went to turn around, but I told him no. I was afraid, the guy would recognize me & kill me too. We kept going, I used my cell phone to call the cops, but they were speaking in a different language. But we drove to a hospital & I walked in to use the phone to call the police. I walked up to a gentleman to ask if I could use the phone & he told me to get the fuck out of his face, he was busy. I scream at the top of my lungs 'A man is being brutally murdered right now.' There was a phone on the wall & I went to it dialed 911 & as the operator picked up I couldn't speak I felt like a golfball was in my throat. I heard sirens & walked out of the hospital, as I am walking out I see a Blue Jeep with something about a tattoo shop written on the side & a mixed male inside with tattoos all over his face, he started screaming & my boyfriend tried pulling out. As we were driving away the guy in the jeep started pulling away, & his car just randomly exploded. Blood & body parts flew everywhere.

I was awake during this whole dream, I could hear things around me, but my eyes wouldn't open I tried. My body was glued to the bed. When I could open my eyes I was almost in tears & in a heavy sweat. I'm pretty shaken up. :scared:

No idea it might have been one dream or 5 but I was just napping with the intent to have a delid and seem to have had a huge chain of not so real awakenings and falling back to sleep ALL LUCID!!! And the most vivid I have ever had... Incredible.

I think I actually woke up once but not sure I just remember finding that my phone stopped playing music and then falling back to sleep trying to stay awake. The first couple were very vivid but I don't remember them I do remember using "BECOME VIDID" and shouts like that to keep my eyes open and chasing after a truck or something in the first one but that's it. But what would happen was I would have a FA and actually feel the exiting from a dream and try not to move. Then I would feel strange sensations and vibrations, for example I came too and felt like I was rising up from inside of my bed then floated above my bed and sunk back down into my normal position on my back (wasn't actually sleeping on my back though) then I would feel vibrations like a wild and lift off my bed a little and be swept off into the dream world. It would fade into a FA (although I tried to start of in a field of grass) but I was completely lucid!! In the first one I remember I got up and picked my dog up who looked so lifelike I carried him out of my room and dropped him down in the kitchen I did RCs and they worked but still had a hard time believing I was in a dream because it was so realistic. I then went outside the front door and saw tons of people going about there daily business (which is weird because most lucid dreams of mine have little or no people and I've never seen my street so crowded). I saw my good friend graham jogging by my house in his Berkley sweatshirt and stopped him and talked to him and did some other stuff I'm not sure of. When the dream faded I did the same thing and just chained them. This time when I had the FA I got up and saw through my sliding glass door my sister, who is in college in a little party hat for new years even though it has passed. She looked at me, smiled, and waved. Past her in the living room I saw the rest of my family. I did some RCs and they worked. I then pressed my hands against the sliding glass door and felt it. I turned around and found my seat was replaced by a beautiful and huge granite counter top desk and a big desktop. I felt the cool granite with my hand as I walked by. I went into the kitchen and felt the cabinets and then really analyzed the room. It was incredible how real it felt and looked. It then soon faded I woke.

This time I also realized I woke and was going to try to delid again but I also knew I had been in a completely different position than this and when I went to bed and I didn't want to forget any more. Nothing has ever happened to me like this before... Was I dreaming I was lucid dreaming and chaining them or was I actually doing it but when I woke my awareness was so low I thought I was in a different position? I have never had such vivid dreams and remember I also had a couple that I don't remember before those that were linked as well.

Is was in the air, I wasn't on a flying vehicle as it didn't seem like that but it did seem like I was slowly drifting down from the sky like Mary Poppins without the umbrella of course. I felt light headed and sick from being in the air. I took a look at my surroundings and saw that there I was descending own to a castle, that reminded of something from Final Fantasy. I saw Rikku, from FFX down on this bridge, she was dressed in here x-2 attire, had seen me and started to shift around the bridge she was on, it was almost like she recognized me from somewhere or I knew her. I then said "Hey! Rikku!" and woke up.

October 28, 2011

I was with AV for the majority of the dream. First we were walking along the stair well of what looked like one the of the dorm buildings. We were headed to AV's dorm room. When we arrived I realized that the room was enormous, like a five star hotel. It had an atrium with a long counter with cabinets underneath, and the counter was decorated with pictures and memorabilia. I wondered why AV had so many pictures. I had never seen him as the kind of guy who displays his emotions. Past the atrium was a living room area with a TV, sound system, and a window overlooking a beautiful scene. I could not believe the splendor and so I justified that AV must live at the lofts. I believe that TH and others were with us at this point. Someone put on some music or a movie, and so I went behind the curtains to get away. There was someone behind the curtain already who startled me. He was on the ground and said, "Oh sorry, this is just right next to the speaker." His head was on the floor with his ear on the speaker.
Next, the same people plus some more are outsider in what looks like a backyard similar to my friend KG's. The backyard is in fact AV's. We walk toward the back of the yard and gather together. AV seems to have multiple pools, some shallow with a step in the middle. Sometime I met JK's mom, although I did not recognize her at first because she was fat. She talked to me but I do not remember exactly what she said. It was something general like, "How are you?"
Eventually, AV starts playing Rossini's Introduction, Theme, and Variations. His friend walks up and begins to play with him. I keep trying to identify the music and come to the conclusion that the piece is Weber's Clarinet Concerto no. II mvt. III. At one point AV uses circular breathing. The playing was impressive. However, the fun soon dissipated when mosquitoes came out. They bit like no other. They were fast and annoying. Everyone ran to the doors of the house, but no one would leave while the two clarinetists performed. At one point a phrase ended, so I believed the song was over. However, the duet continued. I started to feel my legs and there was more rough and red surface than smooth. The girl next to me patted my shoulder and told me it would OK and that it would be over soon. I thought to myself, "Why the f*** are you talking to me!? I don't even know you! Just leave me alone!" Anyway, after the next phrase, I burst open the door and ran inside along with HD. However, I now received a close up view of my legs and the mosquitoes kept getting worse. I began to slap the mosquitoes and it became like a video game. I slapped the bugs until I thought, "Enough!" I woke myself up. Not Dream: The music that the dream revolved around was playing on my iPod.

September 29, 2011

I am at a jail. There is a coliseum type area inside the jail and I watch some people put on a dance show. AL and I are watching together. After the show, AL and I hug each other. I am so excited! AL wants me to pick her up, but I have trouble so I try to let her pick me up. I eventually pick her up. Then we both yell at VH who happened to be in the show. Later a criminal gave me two keys and told me he was going to escape. I was very nervous as I did not want anyone to escape. I did not know what to do and was being indecisive as I am in waking life. Eventually I told a girl what had happened and that I had no idea how the criminal would escape. She agreed with me and so I felt a bit relieved. Then the criminals walked in a line surrounded by guards with shotguns in hand. Then black beach balls were handed out and the criminals hit them around. When someone was hit by a beach ball they would fall back slowly and comically. When I was hit I fell back slowly but with a delay. Then a black criminal, who seemed to be acting crazy, was a given a gatling style beach ball shooter and shot it straight up in the air. I was scared, but the balls did not hurt so I laughed. I was with a girl at this point although I do not remember who specifically.

Had 4 lucid dreams last night and severel chained DEILDs, don't really feel like writing them all up but I do want to write about my time dilation attempt.

Was walking aimlessly down a street while carrying a briefcase, looking for someone that I was supposed to give it to. After going through a few towns I came to a very poor neighborhood and got into a war between gangs and the SWAT team (I hid behind the SWAT). Became lucid and split my awareness into two bodies. One of my bodies was participating in the battle and one was standing outside, watching. I made the body participating in the battle and the entire scene slow wayyyyy down until they were barely moving. Then I started to go off to do cool stuff but I noticed that both my bodies were doing the same movements and so I tried to stop the one that was supposed to be really slow from doing it, couldn't do it and I woke up.

Fell asleep again, back in the battle and became lucid again, decided to just participate for fun. Found an exotic looking rifle on the ground and I attached a scope, but I never used it. The gang eventually overran the SWAT team and started pointing their guns at me, so I would grab them and take them apart really quickly and toss the parts aside. After doing that a few times this guy came out and said, "Okay, simulation over!" Then everybody dropped their fake guns and started cursing at that guy. The End!

Date: 05 Jan

Noisy neighbors and dehydration = wbtb

I drift in and out of sleep. There's a short non-ld where I observe and discuss a huge dog, two other large dogs and their owners. We take pictures.

DILD: This one started right after the non-ld as separate dream. I was looking forward to an ld after the neighbor induced wbtb.

I begin to feel the surroundings and hear a gentle tune as if coming from a toy or a music box. I am aware. This time things happen much slower and I notice that indeed, it was dark around me and then suddenly I open my eyes and see. The room is bright and vivid and dream-like liquid. This is supposed to be our kitchen. I'm happy I noticed the opening of the eyes. In this official dream entry/realization moment the melody makes a concluding sound, it then starts again. I find one of those kid toys that produce similar effects and make it play. I still hear the gentle tune plus there is a second layer of slower modern music (like a techno beat) in the background. I enjoy this for a while, having the feeling that I left the tablet on and the music is seeping in the dream.

For my disappointment, I ascertain that there is no one here and I wanted to do the resolution task again. I approach the window and see that the neighbor's place is just below, there is a bed and his entire room is accessible. Without hesitating, I get down and end up in his bed, but then have second thoughts. Things look kind of real, what if this is rl and I am trespassing? I decide to do a nose plug, it fails, but I notice the feeling is somewhat different from rl. I'm kind of annoyed and can't remember any other RCs to confirm. Finally, I conclude that I probably wouldn't be that crazy to do this normally and resume my activities.

My hope was to find the neighbor in his room, but there's no one there so I go around. It's a huge apartment complex in an unknown place. I pass by the windows of a closed store, some really nice sweaters inside and I almost lose lucidity thinking about the brand and design. I continue on my way to see another store, also closed. It's dark on the streets, like the city in early morning with no people in sight, apart for a guy that goes in the direction where I came from. I think he is another neighbor and then the realization hits me that I can ask him. I go back and follow him to his place. He soon comes down being a completely different DC (tribal dots on his face) with two other DCs accompanying him. He claims they are neighbors. I also introduce myself as a his neighbor and ask him about his NY resolutions. He replies he doesn't have time now, because he just met the other neighbors and it's one per weekend thing.

I insist on getting my answer, "don't worry I am not going to bother you, just tell me what your New Year's resolution is". He starts talking but I can't catch the words, the sound is muffled. He mentions something about a woman and then after repeated questioning from my side finally replies "I want to be someone they always remember, always want to know". Oh, that is beautiful, I exclaim and repeat his sentence a few more times to commit to memory. Two other DCs come in. I try to remember my other tasks but before I do, the dream fades.

working randomly here.

I started on the concrete dancing on the blacktop. i wanted to go below the ground to go to hell to meet the devil to have a "supernatural" experience and to rid myself of fear among other things. I craved for a hint of something demonic. I elbow dropped the black top and landed hard on the pavement. i tried again where there was red cajun sprinkled on the ground which to me was a portal to hell. i elbow dropped it again and fell through into the blackness. I used my arms to propel myself lower and lower and LOWER beyond the depths of hell. There was nothing but blackness for a minute. Soon enough, i was falling from space. The direction seemed to be pulling me towards earth, but i was in the earths atmosphere floating through the dancing clouds while beautiful classical music was being played. i contained my fear of free falling the whole time while i was suspended in the air on a chair. I just let the scene play and let it takes its course until roommates woke me up.

BACKTRACK

Some girl was trying to comfort a guy who seemed stressed. He was saying how she didn't feel his pain and complaining. Another guy told me that he was a war veteran. I approached the heavy set stressed bald dude and put a hand on his shoulder and said, "i don't feel your pain or know what you've been through, but I wish you the best my man". He gave me a head nod in acknowledgment and he gave me a one armed hug. I used a two arm hug and almost squeezed the tears out of him. He pulled out his wallet and i was like, "whoa....no money needed for empathy man". And he shook his head and said, "no, here is my card.....call me". After walking outside, one of my friends (Darryl) asked for the number on the card and i refused to give it to him...probably because i felt that he wasn't "worthy" or whatever and that he specifically gave it to me for a reason, but I wish i had at least looked at the piece of paper to see what was on it, but I didn't.

BACKTRACK

I was in third person and watching the top of a tower on a (cartoon?) TV channel. I think the label said CBS and had the tag of a song (Bizzy Bone). The view scrolled from the top of the tower to the bottom quickly and it felt like an uncomfortable wild rollercoaster ride. This happened on two different towers.

FAST FORWARD (HORROR MOVIE)

I AP'ed out of my bed and decided to explore my room. Roommate wasn't there, and the apartment was completely different. I laid back down in bed paralyzed and a pitbull was at my feet and the owner called him back. This was one of the many times when i was paralyzed in bed during this one session. I felt evil spirits around me but i warded them away with my courage. After that, I decided that I was a bad ass and even more evil than them telling them that they couldn't fuck with me. There was still nothing but blackness. Then "horror" words began popping up one by one...."EVIL" "HORROR" were the only ones i can remember. Then a movie came on the screen in third person. It started in some underground place and a few people were there. This is all i can remember.

I was lucid the WHOLE time and kept looking down at my hands to perform RC's and my pinky and ring finger were only stumps. I told Makyla to look at my freaky fingers.