memorable

I was at my friends old house in c-town (Daz).

There was a baby that put some chocolate in the microwave. As the the microwave finished, I grabbed the chocolate and had a taste. I said to the baby, it's cooked just the way I like it (I was just being nice, it was a tad overdone).
I saw the baby eating the chocolate, but it wasn't the same. The babies arm was now the chocolate, and it started eating into the arm as if it was a normal thing.
I heard a voice sound out from another room. It was Daz's mum telling the baby not too bite into an artery, when eating it's arm. I told the baby not to worry about what his mum had said, and that it wouldn't hit an artery.

I was on a bus which was filled with water. I would somehow jump on something which would launch me into the air. This bus was made for some kind of time trial race. A friend Kayley was now with me, and others. We were all jumping on the launcher and having some fun with it. Kayley mentioned to a girl that was with us, that she may have narcolepsy, because when she would eat eggs for example, she would get all hypo.

Myself and Kayley were ready to get our official race going. I was waiting for her to drop into the water and race, but she was hesitant. Eventually she dropped into the water and went for it. I soon followed and felt other peoples bodies as I was trying to race, which made it difficult to get in the flow of racing.

Dream ended.

i was in my own neighborhood only it had been overgrown with plants and had turned into a rainforest with dark gray skies above and dark green vegetation everywhere. i was at my house with what i believe was my fellow gorilla soldier operative and we where on a mission to do, well idk anyways we were being chased and we just so happened to end up at my house where we were able to evade the enemy troups but only for so long. The was a big army helicopter flying over that was there to assist us and i wave to them so they would pick us up but they did not. with this massive helicopter flying over i remember seeing all of the plants around me moving to the wind that the helicopter was causing. A few minutes later there was a a smaller messenger helicopter flying and it came down to us and gave us a littl bit of food and some survival supplies. this helicopter was small like the old crane looking ones from the vietnam war and the shell of the airplane looked like a ugly green tent that was designed to make the helicopter lighter. The dream ended and surprisingly i woke up due to my montra but i could not attempt to perform a DEILD as i had already moved to much but this is a great sign and shows that i am getting closer to making the DEILD method work consistently. The next dream i was in another survival situation only this one was post apocalyptic and we (the survival resistance) where held up in a abandoned hotel where we were under seige from giant bugs that had taken over the world so we decided that to prevent anymore of these giant bugs we had to get rid of the thousands of normal size bugs so we got pesticide and cleaning supplies and started going through the hotel spraying every square inch of the building with pesticide and then we went back over it with cleaning supplies to get rid of any nest and hives that where left and to assure we had erradicated every single one of them. That was the end of that dream and right after it happened i woke up, but like the first time i had moved to much and could not attempt a DEILD.

I believe in my dream I could travel in time across parallel universes and relive variations of my life. I knew what was going to happen in the one I was in, and that everyone including me would die if we tried to save the baby.

The baby was supposedly my roommate's baby not mine. The crib started flooding, and luckily I knew that there was nothing we could do to stop the flood or to save the baby.

I told my room mate that this was not really her baby that we needed to leave. My roommate looked, and the baby's hair had turned grey, and now e head was turning orange, and the baby was growing into an orange monster. Luckily my roommate realized that I was right and did not try to save the baby.

I ran out of the apartment door first, but then waited for my roommate, pulled her out and kicked the monster in the face, and as it fell back, I closed the door. I had a brief flash of accidentally kicking my roommate instead, like that was an alternate turn of events that I was aware of, but this time I managed to kick the right one.

Hesitated briefly over whether to take the elevator or stairs, but I knew the stairs would be better. I do not remember actually running down the stairs, so I think we cut to the lobby of the apartment building like in a movie scene.

As we ran out we shouted to lobby attendant, something like "Evacuate! flood!" He tried to stop us, but we ran out of the building. As we kept running, I called 911 on my cell, even though I knew I would be blamed for starting the flood, and even though I knew they could not stop it, and that a lot of residents of that building would die despite is call. But I did not know what else I could do.

This was where the dream faded/ended, and I woke up.

The dream started as a different dream that I can't exactly remember but somehow it led into me laying in a bed watching a movie. Next thing I know, the dream was taking place in the movie. I was a character in the movie instead of myself. I don't even think I looked like myself. I have never had a dream where I was not myself, this was the first one where I played another character. (If anyone else has had a similar situation, I would love to hear about it). In this horror "movie" I was a greaser type guy protecting my gf/date while we waited to see a movie (I know, lol) from a masked man who stood and pointed at her, blaming her for something she must of did. I do not recognize anyone in the dream. I finally see the masked man and decide to run towards him. As I do this I start to become lucid, but not fully. I try to yell for my friends to grab him but I can't (Common in my dreams for me to have trouble talking). I can fee,l what I think is, my real life mouth trying to open and talk but it won't budge. I am scared and try and wake up but what happens is the "Other dream me" "watching" THIS movie stands up to look away from the movie. As if the "me" watching the movie had woken up. I was not completely aware or in control for ether dream bodies. I barely controlled my actions and did not have a huge "I'm dreaming" moment. I realize I need to learn to control my talking in dreams and also control my dream body without trying to move my real body.

Partially Lucid (first recorded lucid dream)

1/30/11 9:00 p.m.
1/31/11 4:41 a.m.

I remember the first dream... My sister and I were talking about something, it was in the bedroom of the 1st floor at my aunt's house. Then I went outside to the living room- it was quite bright, I then tried to hover in the air, then I awoke.

The next dream when I went asleep was a bit stranger. My parents and I were in the kitchen on the 2nd floor of my house and we were discussing some trip. The table looked messy, I was sitting at the side of the table. On the table was an assortment o food bit it didn't look appetizing. There was some half-eaten General Tso Chicken and my parents said I had to eat it.

The next sequence of dreams became increasingly bizarre. I had a vision of someone, whom the announcer of my dream identified as Charles Darwin. The man was dressed in priestly clothing and he looked more like George Carlin than Darwin. The location looked like a meadow within a swamp; it was quite dark. The narrator said he would be dunked in the water which was rather clear; I could see underwater. When the man plunged himself into the "baptismal ritual" he bled underwater and I saw the blood diffuse throughout.

The next dream was stranger still. Someone who appeared to appeared to be a slave, was walking in what looked like a cavern. Then I saw the man on a line with other slaves. Unhappy with this, he somehow broke free of his chains, took one of the guards swords and slew not only the pirates but some of the slaves! The way in which he killed them was most peculiar. He would slice their abdomen and wrists, then finally aim and strike their necks. The victims would just stand there without saying a word. Interestingly, there was no blood, yet I knew they were dead. The location of the dream was the most fantasy based thus far. There were rocks everywhere and what looked like an escalatory bridge towards a massive door; in the door was light. I then took control of the man and started to run, although no one was chasing me. I came to a cavern which was rectangular shaped and near the end I saw a mirror, which I smashed to smithereens, trying to see my reflection. Unfortunately I saw no reflection and the dream ended.

In a dream prior to this one, I assumed the role of a murderer. I went to an office-like building where some gentlemen were drinking tea. The next couple of dreams are a series of false awakenings.

The first one was when my roommate had to go to his morning class... just then, I started to wonder what was real and what wasn't. I started fading to another dream in which I saw my roommate's bed become a mountain and I became a giant. I started touching the basin of the mountain and it's rivers. I wanted to reduce my size so I could explore the area, but it wasn't so.

Then I "awoke" again to find my roommate at his computer and in real life he has a bulletin board on the wall. This bulletin board however looked like a computer panel screen with numbers and programs and what not.

The next dream I found D. near the end of my bed talking and joking . I think he had a bean bag hat on. We all laughed except my roommate.

Then I woke up again to find out D. wasn't there and it was all a dream. Of course, I was still dreaming and I went up and got out of bed to go to the bathroom. There I found M. and asked him if I was dreaming. He didn't respond. I asked angrily this time and he started to whimper silently while cringing. Knowing my roommate would never be frightened at me, I assumed I was dreaming thereby making the dream lucid. Next, I awoke yet again from my bed and tried to go to the bathroom only to find that it was blocked by my roommate's bookshelf. I then again realized I was dreaming this. I went out of my room into the dorm living room and tried to manipulate my dream, lucid with control. Alas, this was not to be as I woke up for real this time.

I only remember fragments of this dream so here it is.

Me and my sister Kayla were just walking around in this super fancy mall and she was following me around. We walked into the bakery area and I noticed a container full of chocolate chip cookies. I decided that i was going to steal one because they looked good. I then as I went to get one I lost my focus on it and I started thinking of this gorgeous red head in my school named Riley. She then appeared in an area that was really open and crowded. At this point my sister kayla had disappeared. I then went up to Riley and we kissed. As we kissed an icon popped up and showed how i was kissing, it was like an app. I ignored that app icon and continued kissing Riley. She was wearing a purple dress. After we finished kissing I woke up because of how awesome it was. It was one of the best experiences Ive had in my life considering dimes like her dont come around that much.

Dream recall from today's WBTB/naps.

Dream 1:

I am at home and i am trying to nap, suddenly dad comes into room and decides to fall sleep here, then a blanket randomly gets thrown onto me and it transforms into some other person, so i realize that i am dreaming. I go to balcony door and shift into quadruped stance and then phase through balcony door. I fly and feel wings, streets are snowy and there are some buildings, i fly around and search for that black dragon. Soon i find him, flying in the distance. I fly towards him, avoiding a dragonfly that randomly gets into the way(Icwutudidthar, dream). But as i about to get close i suddenly get teleported somewhere else onto the ground, i start flight again. Now here everything goes weird and i start phasing through stuff, walls, houses and teleported around randomly. Then i am back at home again, i fly through balcony door again and then sky turns into ceiling and i phase through it into different room? Then there's another sky and another ceiling and it turns into mess. Another i phase 'outside' the area like if i was using noclip in video game. Suddenly i fly into a my room again and then into different room? Then again through window and more random phasing, then i wake up.

Dream 2:

I try to nap but suddenly somebody starts trying to put plastic bag onto my head, i take it off and i see 'attacker' DC, he disappears and i go to balcony, this time i decide to avoid phasing through and just open door. Once outside i fly and feel wings, my house and balcony disappears and i am in some foresty place now, or rather, above it. I notice stronger feeling of wings and then there's suddenly strong wind all around, which at first gets me almost to the ground but then i manage to use it for gliding/flight for a bit but shortly i wake up.

I was in prison. Why or where, I do not remember.

The prison was made of rooms that contained small cells, 2*2 meter I guess. They were arranged in a honeycomb pattern, with only thin walls between each cell. The cells didn't quite reach the floor and had a meter gap to the ceiling, still to tall to just jump over though.

I was there with a friend who was in the cell next to me. Due to the design of the cell talking to your neighbouring prison mates were no problem. But the design also meant that they could poke my feet with sticks through the gap beneath the walls, I guess it was the only entertainment they had. It was extremely annoying! We were only let out once every two months, so the prisoners did get very bored.

Thankfully my cell was in a corner, which means I only had neighbours on two sides that could annoy me.

We could somehow see into the prison corridor. We saw a man walking there, and we presumed he was a new arrival. My friend told him to escape while he could, for when he was in the cell then escape would be impossible. He just smiled and said he was not going to prison, he was just here to meet a friend of his.

I eventually managed to escape by climbing the cell wall and reaching the gap above the cell. The other prisoners were nice enough to keep quiet while I climbed above their heads to freedom.

A bit of back story before I get into this. I picked as my task for the night to heal a massive number of people at once to test a hypothesis I came up with regarding Lucid dreams and depression.

Key:
Green = Dream
Blue = Lucid


The furthest back I can remember, I was in a dimly lit cafe or diner. I got the impression that it was in a place full of supernatural creatures.

As I was walking to the restroom a woman pricked my arm with a plastic straw as if to suck some blood. Of course, I recoiled. Then I realized that she had deposited something like a maggot under my skin, which I pinched out and squashed. She protested, but I insisted that it was my arm, and therefore my rules.

She grinned as I looked down to see that I had not helped the situation, something was spreading underneath my skin. So I summoned my connection to venom. One vivid sickly green glowing orb the size of a beach ball appeared floating behind me, chained to my back. Through this, I focused the venom energy through my right arm, emitting it from my right palm over the infected area. However, the infection continued to spread, the venom had no effect.

So then I grabbed hold of a piece of it with telekinesis and pulled it out from my arm. It looked like 3D printed clockwork. I deduced that this was a living, self-assembling, mechanical computer. I had essentially contracted a clockwork infection which was quickly spreading through my body, taking up materials at the molecular level and building new structures out of them. Of course venom energy didn't work against it, this stuff wasn't the kind of thing that poison would do anything to. It could take that as an energy input and just use it to do more work. With that in mind, I switched gears (I'm so punny ).

Alright, I quickly realized that there was only one thing in my arsenal of tricks which could combat this, I only had one choice. Throw the infection into the void, consume it, and become it. Luckily, it was already in my left arm, which is the arm that absorbs (yes I've constructed my dream body in such a deliberate manner). So I drew the infection into the void at my core, wherein all concepts become a part of me. Now I was the same thing as this, and not only did it cease the infection, I could control it. After all, it had now been added to my arsenal of tricks.

The woman who had infected me didn't quite like what I had done. She started to react negatively, so I stood up taller, and decided to intimidate her. My face split open much like a horrid blooming mechanical flower to reveal a mass of swirling cogs, gears, and blades. Through the sound of grinding, clashing and slashing came my voice, which seemed as if it were actually produced by the motions of these parts, "You have no power over me. I have become." She immediately shrank back into her seat.

I wandered out of the cafe at this point, and found myself in a house. Someone approached me, yelling that I shouldn't be there. I opened my face again, and let out a terrifying keening scream, to which the guy responded "F**K THIS S**T! I'm out!" and ran.

I became momentarily lucid, thinking that I should do the mass healing I had planned to perform, but quickly forgot.

Once I got outside, I remembered again, and flew to the top of the tallest building. I summoned my connection to the concept of healing. Six large warm pink glowing orbs appeared behind me, chained to my back. I focused the energy into the palm of my right hand, concentrating it as tightly as I could muster before it exploded, raining confetti down on the surrounding area. I then projected it outward as a field of pink energy as if I had extended my now pink aura at least one hundred yards out.

Now that I looked down, I found that the roof was now packed with people. Every space available to stand was occupied. I reached out and grabbed someone's hand, yelled that everyone should touch the people around them. I then pulsed this pink energy through these physical connections as if we were human neurons.

"How do you feel?" I asked some of the people around me. They all said pretty much the same thing "I wasn't really injured or feeling bad before, but now I feel amazing."

I can't recall what happened between that and waking but I feel there was probably more content there.

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A couple of cool things.

First, I managed to complete a goal the first night choosing it. I have dedicated myself to getting back to the basics of lucid dreaming and actually practicing a lot of the things usually reserved for beginners in an effort to improve my ability. So far, it's been working amazingly well.

Second, that clockwork infection was SUPER COOL! The nerd in me is super exited about this. Also, I have a tendency to take the negative things that happen to me in my dreams and turn them into resources I can then use to positive effect. I'm actually looking forward to utilizing this new ability to see where I can take it. I'm sure it's not just good for intimidation. I can't help but wonder if I can build things with this clockwork. It has a lot of cool potential.

Third. I can't tell, but it seems like the mass healing may have had the effect I wanted. So far, my depression this morning seems as if it has been slightly lessened. I can't say for sure until this evening as that's when things get their worst. We'll see. So far, so good. I may need to repeat the process a few times before it takes full effect.

Morning of September 7, 2013. Saturday.



Just when I thought I have had almost every dream possible about variation in how sound presents itself, along comes something more complex and interesting in seeing, hearing, and feeling it (with the potential of even smell and taste, supposedly).

In this dream, my wife and I are living back at Clayfield, the second place we lived in real life since we were married.

There is a large, long device that is used in arranging music and it is all based on modules and nodes that fit into various fairly narrow compartments (the potential width of each adjustable section seems to relate to the note length), almost like the physical manifestation of a DAW. Recently, in real life, I had been working on a fairly new concept, even mentally in a precise way when falling asleep - of integrating sound in three-dimensional continuity in the sense of frequency bands mixing seamlessly.

In my dream, my “machine” is almost like a piano in concept and does have a type of smaller keyboard (but used only for testing the overall sound or “hit” of an individual compartment in a sequence of a measure - from left to right - a completely different concept than a spread of potential usable notes on a piano), but the main focus is on the compartments, each almost like a miniature breadbox. Each and every sonic totality of a particular instrument is a special module, about the size of a paperback novel - each with its own interesting properties. Each module fits in each adjustable area as part of a particular rendered measure (again, from left to right). It is somehow rendered to another machine (a smaller one on the other side of the room) before its final form (or master) in the form of a strong “ribbon” (which the sound is recorded on).

I feel a great interest in the different parts and how they fit. One part, about seven or eight compartments from the left, is part of a conga fill, I think, or at least one module of a conga drum, and perhaps a tom or two of different tones (which is a bit “off” as it is only the first measure of the song and would not have a fill unless that measure was a short intro, which actually may be the case in my dream, though it does seem more like a verse. Most of these pieces are somewhat rectangular and everything seems to be made of mostly wood, with some metal and perhaps other materials here and there, such as a miniature drum membrane set inside a compartment within another compartment at a forty-five degree angle and sliding doors within other sliding sections at times. I eventually notice that some of these things have aspects of other notes from other instruments somehow physically inside them, and can be set (almost like a mousetrap) to work in different ways when the machine uses the particular setup.

I see very clearly, the different parts, almost as if the snare drum and conga sounds (as well as the implied organ or synthesizer parts I have in the machine) are aspects of a “giant harmonica” within the machine. I focus on how the snare and conga modules have different types of holes in the front and relate that in the same way you would relate differences in harmonica or accordion reeds. Even though all the modules look basically the same in size, other than how they are narrower with shorter notes, I become focused and highly interested in the different, more subtle structures, and other compartments inside those.

Another strange technical aspect is how my mind somehow combined the idea of the black keys and white keys of a piano (or any other keyboard) with the idea of the size orientation and placement of the measure parts, which really does not make any sense, almost comparable to only being able to play a guitar by using one string at a time, and only being able to go downwards exactly one string at a time for each note or event. Also, regarding my dream perception itself, the width of a key on a piano has nothing to do with how long the note has to be held. I guess it is an example of how dreams combine completely different ideas into one in a very unusual way.

After time, I do start to wonder how a more complex mix (say of eight tracks, or several individual bands or ranges) can be designed. The small wooden modules of the brass notes may even be club-shaped (rather than more rectangular) and slide in at an angle above the organ sections. If the brass has two notes on the hit, it is a club within a club that is attached internally by a wire perhaps, and slides inside the machine, each internal compartment within another compartment being perhaps two-thirds the size of the previous. There is also a vague awareness of the actual coil of a real spring reverb of a real amp (but miniaturized) in one of the compartments. There may also be velvety heart-shaped modules, like a miniature box of candy (but without the candy itself) and resonating with a flute-like lilt.

I really do not complete a project; I mostly only dwell on the one measure and its potential, which still seems like a great deal of complexity to ponder. This also reminds me, in parts, of the childhood “obsession” I had with being more interested in the smaller cardboard container (and its mysterious “hidden” sections) of the chocolate Easter bunny than the chocolate itself.

At any rate, this machine would not be feasible in reality, as it would take up far too much space for even a two-minute song, and where would you get all the potentially endless modules and nodes and where on Earth would you store them? - you would need something close in size to an entire town or at least a several-block area, or a few really tall buildings - imagine if all the DVD movies you had took up the space implied by the sets in them, even solely within the range of where the main focus was on the actors. This is also somewhat akin to dreaming about computer games being an actual physical device (such as a large and complex three-dimensional board game with robotic tokens) than a computer screen.

I was at my old house in blacksland, and I was with a few friends from high school.

I was talking to Danielle R, about her mum. Her Mum dad won a choice between $30,000 or a chance to be on the show The Biggest Loser. I was telling her a white lie, about someone I knew that was in the same boat as her Mum, and that they had stuffed up with there choice. They chose to take the money and built their own home gym, as well as hire a personal trainer. I think they had failed to stick at staying fit.

Jade A, was getting her dick sucked by her friend Alana. I was watching someone get a trick played on them.

We were in my backyard and It was my turn to give this thing a go. I walked over to the spot where Jade was earlier. I saw that there was two dogs, both pugs. I sat in the spot where the girls were earlier (It was like a coffin shape, but both ends were cut out). I had half my body in and half out. Danielle's father was apart of the joke. I was getting my dick sucked by someone inside the coffin. I had to stay calm and act as if nothing was happening. The name of the game was to try and convince Danielle's father that I wasn't getting my dick sucked. I acted as if nothing was happening and started asking the father questions so that I could not look suspect. I asked what's going on? why are you guys trying to make me laugh?

I was eating the meringue (lemon meringue pie) off of the coffin. It was now had meringue on the top of it.

Someone must have been picking their ass. They were smudging poo on the sides of my mouth. I was saying it smelt like shit (No shit captain lol)

I saw Alisha (Called her Daryl), and she was with her sister. Alisha looked a bit different, more attractive. Her sister looked very similar but was more attractive. I got introduced to the sister, but I don't think she acknowledged me.

Danielle's Father was now in the coffin with me. He looked like an attractive man, very similar to a younger Rod Stewart. I was telling him that he was one attractive bloke. We had to swap our clothes while still in the coffin, and I was struggling to take them off. I think we had to take off our clothes in one transition. I tried it, but I think I cheated and took clothes off one by one. Her Father did it the proper way and successfully did it in one transition.

We were now in a see through square box. We were both jumping around in cage naked. I was holding my nuts as I was jumping around. The Father was jumping around with his hands flailing in the air, not giving a care in the world. We were having a lot of fun and were hugging and each other. The scene looked darkish.

Dream Fragments:

Scene1
Saw girls on the couch around the backyard (Jade and some others)

Scene 2
There was a spelling bee, and I had to spell Taharn and got it correct. Xavier (Big brother contestant) also was in the spelling bee but spelt name wrong.

HH Experience.

I woke up and I heard foot steps on the floor boards as if there was another dog in the house. It was walking up the passage way towards my bed room. I'm not too sure If I did this during or after the HH, but I put my hands under the blanket to see if my Dog was there, and he was. I was tripping out a little, not realising that this was a HH experience. I felt something jump onto my bed, and walk towards my back (Sleeping on my side). I was thinking to myself WTF? is this a ghost or something. I thought maybe it was my dog which passed away earlier this year, and that it may have been his spirit going through the house. I didn't even check if this had been a false awakening or if I could move at all. I was just observing what was happening and staying calm. I think I had drifted off to sleep not long after.

DEILD (7.00 am)

Time Lucid - 3 to 4 minuets
Non lucid - grey text
Semi Lucid - red text
Lucid - blue text

I had been training myself through mantras to stay still and keep my eyes closed for a few days. I was successful in doing this and focused for the DEILD attempt. I didn't really do much, except do nothing and wait. I could now see a scene of my bed room, as if I was seeing through my eyes. I knew that I wasn't awake due to the fact I had my sleeping mask on. The scene was vivid and had little speckles flouting through out my scene. I figured it was time to try and enter the scene. I tried to get my body up out of bed and did it!

I didn't get too excited. I checked to see if I was dreaming and checked my hands (Had 6 fingers on each hand). Lucid! I left my bedroom and walked down the passage way and tried to turn the light on so that I could observe my house easier. To my surprise the light switch didn't work, which gave me even more confidence that I was dreaming.

I went back towards my room and expected a girl in my bed room (Yes, my penis has got the better of me, once again.) I expected a girl called Tahan, she is a Big Brother Australia contestant. I looked around and noticed that the blanket was risen as if there was a body under there. I got under the blankets and felt a body. I grabbed a hold of her body and started to have sex with her. I couldn't see her face, as it was dark. I was having sex in a awkward position and for some reason, and didn't want to move too much, thinking that I may wake up.. My dog Rex tried jumping on top of the bed, so I pushed him down and continued having sex. I decided to do a couple reality checks that I wanted to test out. I tried pushing my tongue through the roof of my mouth, which didn't work. I heard of this reality check not long too long ago, where you block off your nasal passages so you can't breath. It worked! I will definitely add that to my hidden reality checks.
I lent backwards so that Tahan could get into a better position, but unfortunately I woke up before I could finish.

What. A. Night!

I was alone in a bank and I picked up a dollar bill of some sort at a booth only to look at it and I saw an image of someone or something that resembled Gollum printed on it who also was a bank teller at one time. Then it (The being) popped up to the left of the booth very still like a statue while the color of the room faded and sound died. I think I then went up to it and touched it and said "Jesus Christ! Never to be again..." And I may have floated upwards and perhaps I then saw white too, Then I woke up.

This may have been the same night I dreamed of cake in water and pizza in a room with some other people there including a cashier from a grocery store who I met once.

No entry for yesterday since I'd rather it not be public, but for documentation's sake I did dream about Dave Strider again like I'd intended! Bro, too! I also became lucid briefly to change the scene twice so I was pleased about that :) Tags/categories for that dream are: lucid, memorable, nightmare, fandom: Homestuck. Now for last night's:

1.
Jake trying to get our mom to buy him a subscription to something on the computer, a game? She won't because she's too busy with job stuff at the moment, and Jake harasses her, asking exactly what she's been doing this whole time since she has yet to gain a single client.

After/at the time this is happening (idk) I'm looking at a Dragon Age mod for a new character race called 'Fajjyn'?? The character is a slightly creepy-looking female with deep eyes, grey skin and bright red hair. Then I hear a short police siren and when I look outside I see the light from a flashlight shining on houses, but the light is pink.

2.
I'm on the floor drawing with Brandie, using paper and pencils. Somehow she is really fast and near-perfect, and I get frustrated because whatever I draw isn't that good. She tries showing me her technique by drawing a rock, and I copy it but the rock looks too flat. We practice more til I create some decent-looking rocks, but unlike her small, smooth stones, mine are large, black and jagged things that pile up in sheets, literally! As I keep drawing, the rocks become real.


notes: During 1, I was feeling upset with Jake for acting that way but I wonder if it's my subconscious worrying that my mom will back out on everything after she's put in so much effort. The drawing dream definitely came from my worrying about being good enough when it comes to my art. But it was cool to draw something into existence, I'd like to try that again sometime!

Also, I had intended to dream about Dave again, but if it happened, I don't recall it.

9/6/2013, 10:10-6:25

Regular Dream Lucid Dream Awake

I went to sleep after meditating, repeating the mantras, "I remember that I'm dreaming when I'm dreaming," and, "I remember my dreams when I wake up." During meditation, I repeated those mantras, too. I took a drink of water, went to the bathroom, and went to bed with the air conditioner on.

Dream 1:

I remember a Sith base, and people running around it. I was watching from the ceiling, but it was really a camera dream, without me being in an actual body. I watched as the base was apparently under attack.

I woke at 3:21 (with a reality check of course). My dog seemed to need to go outside, so I went out with him. It was cold out there. As he took a piss, I looked up at the stars, and tried to sort out any constellations I could find. None. I then got back inside, drank some more water, took another piss, and went back to bed at 3:26. I couldn't really sleep because I was thinking of too much about my dream from last night AND my dog was barking a lot. I eventually got frustrated and put him in my neighboring room, where my grandma was sleeping. I eventually got back to sleep.

Dream 2:

I remember playing Empire: Total War. That is all.

Dream 3:

This one was a false awakening. I went out of my room and started reading a book on the living room couch. Then I started noticing that the house was vibrating! I went downstairs into the basement and noticed that the house wasn't completely on the ground. It was lifted up slightly by a piece of wood. "That must explained the vibrations," I thought to myself. I probably thought the boiler was making the house vibrate, combined with the house lifted up slightly. (In real life, it probably was the train passing.)

I eventually noticed the illogical sense behind this, and turned lucid. A sudden rush of energy and vibrations came over me. I heard a sound similar to a helicopter starting up as I turned lucid, too. I suddenly imagined the TARDIS (probably as a reality check). I suddenly saw the TARDIS levitating off the ground, and me, as a camera, rotating around it as I lifted off the ground. I then tried to do something else, but I "pressed the wrong button", and accidentally opened my real eyes. I woke up to the sound of my dog barking again.