memorable

My New Demon III

I am in my house, but it looks totally different. I go downstairs to the basement to get my sweater jacket. I retrieve my jacket and feel the presence of my new nightmare demon. This is the third or fourth time I've dreamed of this new demon.

I start to go upstairs, but go back to turn out the light (I'm so stupid).

In my adulthood, I'm not as afraid of demon nightmares as I was as a child, but what a chill! I never see him. He is present in homes that I enter for one reason or another. He is extremely powerful. I feel as though if he ever appeared, he wouldn't need to grab me. I think I would simply be sucked in.

I fell asleep last night peacefully after Christmas dinner, after all family went home expecting little to occur other than to attain rest and respite from my Girlfriend's absence, who is on a trip to Indiana now(which is very far from our home city of Albuquerque). As I slowly dosed off, I couldn't really remember or realize I was in any dream till I woke up at 7 AM today, took my dog out to use the restroom, then came back in and got in bed. It was then, once I lost consciousness, my first semi-lucid dream occurred...

I'm sitting in a rather abstract living room that gives off an aura of being similar to one of my good friend's living rooms. I'm sitting on a couch awkwardly positioned in front of a large screen television, playing a Super Mario game with children with no easily recognizable identity. Having fun at first I slowly realize that I don't actually have controller in hand, and that every child there is slowly disappearing. Not concerned, I continue to (somehow) play the game regardless until no one is in the room playing with me. At this point, a person with a face walks in, though it isn't a face I necessarily recognize. She's a women, seemingly in her late twenties to early thirties. She gives me the impression of being a family relation, though one I've not encountered before. She begins questioning me about what I'm doing. In response I attempt to explain Super Mario from the perspective of someone trying to get her to play along with me, seeing as all other players have disappeared. I get around half way finished doing this when suddenly I seem to have teleported into the TV, yet Super Mario isn't what's on display anymore. Instead, I'm greeted with the sight of a face-less -shapeless crowd-like entity, looking on into an arena in which I, and many others are standing, wearing color coated clothing (Though I can't recall the colors now, I know they varied from groups of people and were all similar to single color unitards). Some men were stuffed into very tightly fitting hamster-balls, requiring them to curl up into a tight human ball in order to fit. Then suddenly a burst of joy came from the crowd as one of the human balls were loaded up into the first section of a strange device. It glowed red, and appeared to have the aesthetic of an old treasure chest, if that same treasure chest had been imported to the TRON universe, and then re-styled graphically to fit in with a rather cartoonish color pallet, just like the rest of this dream now. However, as they pressed a trigger to launch the first person fourth into a now revealed massive ball-rollercoaster, the machine stopped functioning. A loud yell called over to me over an announcement speaker, informing me that it was my duty to fix the machine. Knowing not what to do, I ran over, jumped on top of the machine, hunched over like a spider to retain balance, and stomped on it. It worked. The human-hamster-ball was catapulted fourth with great speed and power, shooting down tracks as if on an oil-slick. Then suddenly, bam, smacks right into the second non-functioning part of the ride. Exactly like the red chest, this new chest only differed in the sense that it glowed yellow. Fixing it in the same manor I fixed the red one, the hamsterballman was launched once more from red to yellow, this time flowing through yellow and somehow speeding up like crazy, even blasting through a loop in the track without losing any momentum. Then in a third instance of failure, he smashed into both a wall and a third chest, this one green, at the same time. Backtracking all the way through the strange game-track, I ran over to the green chest, mounted and stomped on it, noticeably needing to do more than previous to get the chest to function. However, it was fixed, just like all the rest. Looking back down to the beginning of the track, I saw that the hamsterballman's hamsterball had broken. He was slowly fading away, everyone panicking, yet another man preparing to get into a light turquoise hamsterball. Rushing down to the scene, I warned the light blue hamsterball man of his fate. I suddenly felt a friend-like bond to this man, despite not truly knowing his face. I remember he had a goatee, and dual pony tails. He had dirty blonde hair, and a freckled dirty face, that if anything else, reminds me of a genderbent pippy long-stocking. He simply nodded in response to my warnings however, got into his ball, and was loaded by the others into the machine. He was launched. Red catapulted him to yellow, yellow launched him through the loop at higher speed, he hit green and was seemingly bound to the wall with a strange green oily substance that let out a strange syrup-like smack as he ran up the wall. He then made it to the cat walk, where I remember faintly a light purple door awaiting him on the rafters. Yet unfortunately I don't know what became of this man, seeing as I woke up shortly after that, and began writing this.

Based on the results of the night before last, I decided to go a little nuts this time. I originally fell asleep on the couch in the living room before waking up a couple hours or so later. I never have any dreams when that happens, guaranteed, but it does usually count as a mini-WBTB since I have to get up and turn off all the lights around the house and everything. Starting from this point on, every time I woke up I smoked weed before going to bed again, so that all three of my dreams were enhanced by it.

#1 - A Day In The Life [Non-Lucid]

This dream is a little patchy in my memory because it was kind of long, but I remember near the beginning I was playing Pokémon White Version, except that it was a Game Boy Pocket game and had the old Red/Blue style of carts (except white-colored) and everything. I think N was there, and I had this little chip that I could stick into the cartridge to unlock some kind of debug mode or early designer version of the game or something like that, but I don't remember much about it other than that it was fun to mess around with. My memory skips forward a little and I remember being in some small diner or something in some huge industrial port town with a ship quickly getting closer in the distance through the window behind me and smoke stacks all around the town. I was talking to this guy who I remember not really trusting, but I can't remember what about. He kept telling me to turn around and look through the window (which is how I saw the ship), and I was hesitant to even turn my back to him but I finally did and noticed that there was some gigantic sort of dragon-like monster destroying everything in the distance. And I remember thinking about something in relation to cigarettes as it was destroying the smoke stacks.... But anyway, I decided to use my super hero powers to fight it! I phased through the wall of the building we were in and flew up in the sky above the city. I can't quite recall what it was now, but after doing some quick thinking I was able to deduce what the monster's weak point was and attacked it with some kind of fiery rocket dive bomb move. It was defeated, and then my memory jumps forward again slightly. I was in a room surrounded by my so-called friends all sitting on barracks and laughing at the fact that somehow during all that I had apparently been stripped of my clothes. I found out that they had been left in that room and while I was away all of my friends had taken them and I didn't know which of them were hiding them, so I decided to use my X-ray vision to see which of them had them and then phased through them to grab them. I then phased myself through the wall into a locked room and started putting the clothes back on. And I think that's about where I woke up.

#2 - There's A First Time For Everything [Non-Lucid]

What came before and after this part of the dream is hazy, but I'm sure this part stands out mainly because of the adrenaline rushes I was getting. >.> I was in a department store with someone else who I can't recall right now, and basically I was in this setup where I was standing at the side of the isles looking inward (where you can see down each one), and beyond the isles there was this big high up balcony visible in the distance where a band was playing. The two of us were being chased by two guys with guns and I decided that I wasn't going to take their shit anymore. I pulled out two pistols myself (which I've never used before, even in dreams) and started unloading on them, but the whole scene was really hectic so we just kept missing each other at first. Finally we got to a point where one of the guys was walking back and forth on the other side of the isles and the other was hiding behind the wall next to the drum player in the band up on the balcony. It took lots of quick thinking and maneuvering, but finally I was able to take out the former, followed closely by the latter as he would peak out to shoot at me. Cue lots of relief, and then I don't really remember much besides being back at high school until I woke up.

#3 - Just Shapes And Patterns [Non-Lucid]

This one is just odd. I believe I was with R, and we were sitting on the floor in my kitchen next to the refrigerator convinced that we were playing some kind of Super Smash Bros. game, when in fact what we were doing was using green markers to draw trajectories, that our characters were meant to be following, through the air. We also had the ability to purchase large structures made out of, like... those white plastic pipe tube things, and we got one that we were calling a "Mario tower" (it looked vaguely like the Eiffel Tower, actually). As I was drawing more green lines around it, it started occurring to me that I should be hearing some kind of Mario music playing in the background, and it just suddenly kicked in. I couldn't help but notice how incredibly bizarre this all was, and that there were suddenly green words floating in the air around our marks. I stared at one, though I can't remember what it said now, and the edges of it started glowing red slightly as it inflated and become closer and closer to me, but then I woke up.

So yeah, that was certainly an interesting night. Lots of fantasy, action, and trippiness. Now that's what I call a success!

Alice In Wonderland Syndrome [Non-Lucid]

There was a huge storm raging all night long, so the thunder (and my cat meowing) woke me up occasionally. At one point in the early morning I was pretty awake but I didn't really want to get up for Christmas yet, so I rolled over to the side of the bed and ended up smoking a little bit of weed. I closed my eyes and then started drift off again. In the past, smoking weed with a WBTB-ish has led to some very trippy experiences with non-lucid hypnagogia, but never actually into a dream or OBE as of yet. (Though I have had it happen at the beginning of the night.) This was the first time I really got this far, and it was pretty interesting.

At first there are many indistinguishable voices and other noises running through the background of my mind. These would persist throughout the entire experience. Suddenly, I was in what appeared to be a dorm room, and I believe I perceived it as mine. I wasn't totally sure what was happening, but I noticed a TV sitting on the floor. On it, there was some video game room that was sliding and turning in a very smooth and rendered fashion, it had a very unreal feeling to it which matched exactly the patterned effects I get when seeing a room heavily distort and shift perspective on a hallucinogen. I began to feel as though I was having an out-of-body experience, even though I was just watching this on TV (and strangely, this isn't the first time TV sensations have transferred to me in a wake-induced dream), and I could even feel myself going into third-person camera mode and leaving my body even though none of this was visually happening. I looked over and there was someone there, though I can't remember who now, next to a tray of used dishes and champagne glasses, and in the glasses there were bees flying around. This seemed mildly odd to me, and I remember talking to the person but I can't remember what was said. I still felt quite bizarre and I turned around to find that my perception of reality was becoming very distorted. I felt as if I was sinking into the room while it was simultaneously sinking into me, if that makes any sense. I also had Alice in Wonderland syndrome, where size proportions are not correct. I felt extremely big and like I was trapped in this now very tiny room, and the voices still playing through my mind were starting to make me paranoid. I vaguely remember thinking that my parents were going to be coming into the room and that I wouldn't be able to face them like this, or something along those lines. Not long after, the whole thing fell apart. I continued hearing voices momentarily as I was waking up, and then when I returned to full consciousness they finally faded away.

Bizarre stuff. I'm starting to wonder if the weed is pushing the dream into really trippy territory in the same way it would enhance the effects of a hallucinogenic drug. And if that's the case, I definitely have some more experimenting to do....

Having It and Giving It Up

I was with a beautiful girl. She may have been J. M., my high school heart throb, though she looked a little different.

I was sucking the side of her breast and rubbing her stomach. It was heavenly. Her breast was salty. This was OK in my dream, and tasting is generally good in a dream for me.

I asked if she wanted me to stop and she said yes, so I stopped. I was sad...obviously.

An alarm then went off and a DC turned it off for me. I was grateful.


Leaving My Brother

My brother was on a motorcycle with my boy as a passenger, and I was riding on the back the way kids ride bicycles--standing on to pegs sticking out from the back wheels. It was extremely awkward and I told my brother I was just going to walk the rest of the way. I had only a tinge of distaste for him.

Everyone started walking at this point. We ended up in Downtown. It was all cement and didn't seem clean. It was dark as though we were under a walkway or something.

We started walking down a hill of cement and I saw my cat. I/we were letting her go there but I wasn't happy about it. At the street, buses were stopping and pulling away. I saw a tour bus pull out right next to an old style Marta bus. The noise was awful and a bit odd. I wanted to record the bus noises and use it in some music or something.

We then started trying to find exactly how to get where we were going. We never really did figure it out, and searching was a bit uncomfortable.

12.22.2012

Prison Camp and Dying for the First Time (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Just a mere nap, and I have this crazy experience, damn, it felt like it was at least a 10 minute dream, or even more. It felt so condensed, a lot of gaps in between, but those parts I recalled had huge significance in my overall experience.

And I died, which is a first thing, and I was in prison, so obviously, my feelings of being trapped is related to how I feel about people in general and the image I'm trying to sustain, but knowing that trying to do so might actually send me into deeper and more difficult tasks to get out of.

I was meditating, and what a perfect dream to signify that I'm trying to get out of, my thoughts and attachments of life.......And to finally reach freedom in this dream was so amazing, until a small ad hoc of soldiers shot me down like I was nothing.

Now on to the dream. There's a lot of sexual references here, but there wasn't anything sexual, just a lot of representations of how I conceptualize certain things, and the mere mentioning of that representation isn't going to be a bother, except the death of course, or it could be a joy to some sadists.

So, let's go on with the dream.

I'm on the run, I don't know where I am, but I do have a weird connection to this place and the nooks and crannies of a few specific areas. It's like a dungeon, and I'm constantly finding myself going up stairs, random hallways, reaching upper levels where there's natural sun light, but never going too far into the light.

My mind is mixed at this point, so many interchanging thoughts at once ranging from the fear of possibly being found out, captured, and recieving a more cruel punishment for endorsing the escape of other prisoners. I felt I had obligations, but at the same time I felt I needed to engage in this neutrality of trying to help others or save myself.

I needed other people to find ways to know more about the large Prison/Dungeon Camp I'm in, and the gargantuan size of this area, the many areas within it, all too much for one person to even conceptualize possible escape tactics for freedom.

There's too many things going on at once that it's hard to keep track off and make it into a cohesive and comprehensible chain of events. I remember someone in a black latex suit, a female, probably resembling Catwoman, that I would end up helping or trying to avoid.

Her role in this was temporary, and I feel I also met Robin as well, but his purpose fades away quickly. There are guards coming after us, and I remember that each time that I run, I end up going to a specific set of stairs that leads me to a myriad of paths that I can take.

I also noticed that there are anal toys laid of on the right side about 2 feet away from double doors consisting of dark red colors with 4 rectangles going vertical formed as if they were split from a bigger rectangle on the door.

Seeing the anal toys kind of bothered me, and I won't go into full description of what they looked like. I remember running up stairs that are made of concrete or some kind of gray marble materials with a red carpet in the middle of the stairs going all the way up and down the areas of this huge prison camp.

When I go through the double doors, random things happen. I remember falling down a deep ditch, feeling perfectly fine, and them climbing my way up to get to more doors to have to choose randomly.

Basically, the whole dream was full backtracking and pinpointing important locations and adding on to the mental map I had in my mind. It involved a lot of practice, a lot of trail and error, but I eventually learned the nooks and crannies and found myself at higher places in less time than I thought.

Then I tried helping a few random people escape, and when I tried to escape, I felt I needed to go back to the prison to help more people.

I don't know why, but I just felt I had to be responsible for saving some people. I keep using that area with the double doors and the anal toys randomly placed 2 feet away from the doors as the major reference point because I know anything beyond those doors is has subjective outcomes.

I eventually meet an old man who I'm confused as to whether or not I'm helping him, or he's helping me. Anyway, after escaping guards inside the large building, I head outside and find an Asian man is coming inside the base.

The electrical wired fence opens, and my perception of it opening or closing is a bit skewed. It looks like it's opening, and the old man dashes for the gate as the Asian man goes through it; he's wearing a gray hoodie, and he looks like he's in his mid 20s.

I can feel the electricity surging in my hands for a while, but I took my hands off the fence quickly and dashed a bit to avoid it completely closing in on me and possibly shocking me.

I follow the old man while looking both ways on the highway.

The cars are kind of going slow at the moment, and I head to the left side of the highway where the rough part of the part is. I see a vehicle that crashed for a while now, and decided I should hide there , but I wanted to catch up to the old man.

I saw soldiers coming up, and as I'm trying to play things off like I'm a normal citizen, things start getting hectic. I turn to the right to get a peek of the soldiers, they were wearing dark gray uniforms, and they're holding to old rifles that look like they were from U.S. Civil War times.

A random soldier starts screaming, and everything goes in slow motion for me. I turn my face to see what's going on, when in fact the soldier is screaming in a foreign language while pointing at me. I become shocked, and I tried to run, but it's too late.

The soldiers, at least 10 of them, shot me right where I was standing. I immediately drop on the floor with no control whatesoever, and I remember being dragged immediately by someone, and that's all I remember.

I haven't been on in awhile since I haven't had a dream I could remember all the way. This one I watched porn before I took my nap...and I was wishing horrible things onto a person I really trusted. But before I went to sleep I said I wanted to meet the guy I have a crush on now, clearly that didn't work since this dream happened.

I walked into a big house, it looked more like a mansion. Kris was there and some ole lady I'm guessing it was his moms. They were sitting on a couch. I walked in and saw them laying there...I was confused but wowed because of the huge and beautiful house. I said hello to Kris and the lady and she waited for me to introduce myself. For some reason I couldn't. When I got ready to Kris cut me off and the lady said that it was fine because she knew all about me...and I was like you do? and she said yes! He never shuts up about you. you're special!

The mother called me tamatha but everyone else knew I wasn't her and treated me like a normal person and the girls whispered and said that he propose to her on her birthday for they had been together for a year and at dinner he was going to tell everyone that the girl rather said yes. the group of girls about 5 or 6 came they got into a circle and started writing his ma n I tried to be nosy and I said I thought they were whispering no fun. Kris saw me and said I have a surprise for you. He knew I was normal me n still said da girl name. I said you are treating me weird n he said what are you talking bout right before his big brother came. they looked exactly alike. He said that he was his older brother and that he did not look up to him.

Kris wanted me to follow somewhere n he was down in a cellar type thing crying. I went down to check on him and he pushed me against a wall, jumped up like he was spiderman and had his crouch in my face. he didn't have on boxers and there were I think 3 holes there. he wanted me to suck his dick I said no n tried to push it outta my face n he started to nut his friend or somebody saw us.

It turned into a false awakening cuz my sis busted into my room wanting me to see something n I said hold on got get my pants which I took off before I took my nap. 5:00 pm wen I woke up

The guy Kris who I have been talking about we were talking all semester. He has been acting weird all semester. I found his facebook sunday or monday and saw that he actually has a girl and that he has been lying all semester. I texted him today after the dream and I told him this dream and one I made up saying that he saw me and grabbed my arm and said that he was sorry for how he acted all semester it was because he felt guilty. he said that I shouldn't worry about it that it's just a dream. I asked him twice. and he lied both times. I honestly hate liars. I met a new guy and he honestly seems perfect but I'm not holding my breath. I'm tired of being hurt.

It was a long dream but i remember only the end of it and i think its becouse they awoke me and i forgot everything in an instant

I was in some kind of a party in the middle of a beatiful valley. The valley had green ,yellow and red light's shining all over it. In this party there were many people just having fun ( i remember looking the house from outside it looked small but inside was huge ). We were with some friends i don't even know we brought somehing ilegal or did something ilegal becouse the police came and everybody started running. We went outside where there was a yellow car like a Volkswagen Bug but weirder. Someone started the car and said we need to go i opened the trunk and layed there there was someone else there i don't really remember. The car made U turn while making it i was looking at the landscape it was night and the lights were still there shining. When we were about to go i saw another house next to the one i was in there were like 20 people just sitting there in a sofa i remember there were a lot of girls and this one guy gave a look so i showed him the middle finger and went on.

That's when someone skyped me and i woke up.

12.22.2012

You're Lucid Dreaming (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm basically doing a nose plug reality check and telling my mother in the dream that she's dreaming.

I kept doing the nose plug reality check and it's clear that I can breathe through my nose while I plugged it.

She's surprised, and I tell her, "Yeah....."

We were in a completely different dimension where it was just us, it felt like a nice place with absolute assurance of safety.

It's hard to describe, it was like a void, but the environment consisted mostly of yellow, orange, red, and other vibrant and bright colors.

There were some sparks here and there, and the ground we were standing on was invisible, which felt weird, but I didn't pay attention to that for very long.

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12.22.2012

We're All The Same (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was making constant trips to this Gas Station mini-store, and as I'm trying to get Pringles, Cheetos Puffs, or just a simple soda drink, I meet this man who looks Asian or Hawaiian.

He looks a lot like Sammo Hung, and he seems passive most of the time as a employee operating the cash register. I think my 3rd trip going into the store to get something, as I'm about to leave, he tells me,

"You may have this............(forgot the content on what he said), but we're all the same........we're like mirrors...."

The store itself had a lot of items to buy, and a lot of aisles for a small area. They were easy to pass through, and most of the items were a blur to me until I acknowledged that I wanted something from the aisle I was in.

The Pringles can was kind of deformed and a bigger than normal, and I had insane cravings to just buy the biggest snacks I could afford.

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12.22.2012

GPA Miscalculation (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

This obviously pertains to how I had to set up an appeal letter because of my GPA in college right now. I hope it gets approved >.<

Anyway,

I looked at a transcript that seems to be my own, and I looked down to see my GPA in waking life, or at least the GPA for the given semester of college. I checked the overall GPA, and it seemed fine.

I was busy speculating what I did so wrong here to make me get into having to set up an appeal response for financial aid. Then I realized, soemone miscalculated the GPA by placing the current semester as a separate row below the overall GPA.

This made the system probably assume that was my overall GPA, which wasn't the case, it was my GPA for this semester before 2013. I get irritated by this, and I immediately set plans to go to my Academic advisor.

Apparently a relative of mine was going to help me get to there, and I felt she would help me, but when I went outside, it seemed she was long gone. She was wearing a slightly lime green shirt mixed in with some blue to make it a little darker.

I can still see her, and I was basically following her for a few seconds until I decided to go find a path on my own. I used a teleport/transport medium of some sort that involved using the Thunder God Jutsu from Naruto where I have to touch an item that I can remember easily so I can transport myself there instantly.

So I picked my two items, and this elevator door appears out of nowhere, and when I open it, it's a portal to get to the Academic Advisors office for Biochemistry. It wasn't anywhere close to the office in waking life, but I had a feeling it would be in this dream.

I go through the door, and I'm now in a different dimension or location in the dream. I go up to my Advisor and provided her the information on paper, and she clearly saw the miscalculation.

She stated that she would go over this, and contact me as soon as she can. I feel a lot better, and honestly, if I could make this waking life reality, it would be SO AWESOME right now since I'm kind of afraid of what's going to happen now.....

So while I'm waiting for her to contact me eventually, I decided to summon the elevator door to transport me back to my dream apartment so I can let loose for a while. The amount of stress being lifted off was amazing, I felt like I could breathe again knowing that it was a miscalculation that would boost my GPA big time.

I don't know what I was doing in my apartment, but it was definitely something pertainin to just relaxing and not worrying about the outcome. The dream shifts where I'm apparently being contacted by the advisor, so I quickly set up the Elevator portal, almost forgetting an item I should use in case I wanted to quickly transport myself to the apartment again.

The advisor tells me it definitely was a miscalculation, and I looked at the new transcript to find an even better result than last time. I saw an A somewhere on the bottom, and a B, and a few other good grades as well. There was one "D," but I didn't mind at all since my GPA met satisfactory standards to continue receiving financial aid.

So I started thinking about things I can do to boost my GPA more, and getting motivated to work even harder because of me being able to endure through the small conflict I had when finding the miscalculation of the GPA.

I realized that the advisor had a mini-fridge behind her while she's sitting down, and apaprently, I could take some stuff and help myself out to a drink or some food. But I didn't take anything out, however, I have the mindset that I did take something out before, and I asked my advisor if she and her assistant wanted me to get them something to drink that I could put into the fridge.

They didn't mind, and I remembered I had a full liter of Ginger in my fridge back at my dream apartment.

While I was remembering that, I also get a mental picture of my dream apartment again, and if I had paid more attention to the format of the apartment, I could've been lucid. The thing that was different about the dream apartment, at least one noticeable thing now as I'm typing it out is that the Refridgerator was placed in a different position.

Instead of being on the left side if I were to enter the apartment and head to the kitchen, it was placed on the opposite side from where it was before. I go through the elevator portal again, and I quickly opened the fridge to grab the Ginger Ale.

I also noticed that I had a few other things in the fridge, like the soda I picked up from the previous dream where the guy told me that we're all the same (the Sammo lookalike dream character).

I quickly go through the portal once more, and realized I don't need to worry about fixating on an item to transport myself anymore if I have a portal that appears with my mere mention of expressing my will to its manifestation.

Maybe I should do this for meditation.

I then get random dream shifts of several areas that looked like they were mixed from other areas in waking life. I saw a few random dream characters and a few familiar faces here and there. There was one girl I saw that liked me in High School, but I quickly ignored her.

I can't remember anything else that happened in the dream.

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12.22.2012

Her and my Father (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I just remember my girlfriend meeting with my father, which was something I was very afraid that was going to happen.

The same encounter that I tried to avoid ended up being casual and nothing of conflict ironically. But I still had my guard up, trying to listen to my girlfriend respond to my father.

Things seemed okay, and my father was helping her out by picking up and carrying the suitcases she had in the trunk of her car, which was weird, because it wasn't the van/jeep at all.

She looks down at the trunk, and she seems a bit phased out, and she has her mouth slightly opened while she's looking down. I felt worried that maybe she didn't know what to see to the both of us, and before I tried to comfort her, I forget what happenes next.

I had an awesome astral dream last night! I was in a very high dimension with another person I know (guy I like) and we were communicating with each other with light! It was so beautiful!!! I saw his 3rd eye chackra glowing and felt the light enter through mine and light up all my chackras, there was electricity everywhere and I sent light to him and could see him receive it and process it in colors. It was so beautiful and so easy.

7 Tornados

I was looking out of the windows of an office building. I showed someone some strange looking clouds with a circular pattern in them. I knew a storm was brewing. This was a nasty looking cloud. I thought it was a funnel forming.

I was getting really nervous--then I saw a funnel--then several. In the end I saw 7 or more. They were basically everywhere. I tried to run to a safe spot, but ended up losing my house (?) and couldn't find a good place to hide out. I decided to take cover in a room in the office building still by a window. I couldn't find a better place.

Eventually I ran into a bunch of people going about their business, and the tornados were no longer an issue. One of the boss ladies said she worked in cancer. I said, "Oh, oncology," as though I would impress her by knowing that. Then I went on to tell her about some food synergies that would help fight cancer. She didn't like me trying to school her on her field, so I left, but as I did, I said, "How can you absorb A, D, E, or K without some fat?" (They are fat-soluble vitamins.)

Dream Skip

I saw some men with low-profile derby style hats. They all looked the same and I thought everyone looked Affected. Then I said, "LUCID DREAMING!" and started laughing. The exclamation and the laughing were both beyond my control, so it was a more genuine laugh than if I were in control. It was very strange, and a good release on both counts.

I wanted to get more control, so I looked at my hand. I saw my fingers and didn't even try to count them. I knew I was dreaming. It was a very strange feeling.

I ended up waking up, but closed my eyes and went back to sleep. I was very tired, so I focused on sleeping again and immediately was slipping into lucidity. It was like my waking world world was fraying into the dream world.

I heard my son talking to me and wondered if it was real or a dream. I eventually figured out I was dreaming. I woke up and relaxed and immediately was going back into lucidity. I didn't really have to try. As soon as I began thinking of falling asleep lucidly, it was already happening. This time I felt my body buzzing. It was awesome. I tried to think of a blonde I fancy, but I couldn't make her materialize.

This pattern finally came to an end as I had to wake up for work. I believe this was all induced by a late cup of coffee that wouldn't let me sleep. I tried from 12:25 to 1:40 AM. I then got on the computer until 2:40 AM before going to bed and going through this lucid experience.

This is kind of a long one. It's made up entirely of dream characters. The family bears no resemblance to my own, I'm not even female in the dream. I'm a little boy for most of it. I gotta say though, I love storyline dreams.

I know a little came before this, but I can't recount it clearly. I'm a little boy of about five, my Grandfather is a doctor and he's gone mad. He has somehow figured out a way to turn us into living ghosts, we are not dead, but we aren't corporeal anymore. Myself along with my seventeen year-old sister, my mother and my father, have been forced to follow him around as spirits. He keeps us tethered to himself. He takes us to his home. It's a long, spacious, one story house. The carpet in the living room sometimes looks faded orange, and sometimes faded gold. There's a dark wood table, and behind it a dark china cabinet with diamond beveled green glass faces. I know that grandmother is resting in one of the rooms on the right side of the house.
He's explaining to us our purpose, and he summons his wife into the room. One of my aunts is helping her. Grandmother has faded red hair, one of the family trademarks, my sister has red hair just like hers.

The doctor explains that the exposed power lines on the wall to our left are to a machine that will temporarily make us solid. He lowers a gas mask over his face and turns a knob. The air turns frigid. We are literally frozen solid. We can't move. Grandfather explains that Grandma has been sick, and that he plans to make her well using parts from our bodies. Well, one specific part. Grandmother is suddenly lacking her head, now looking like a mannequin. He removes my sister's head and starts to put it on Grandma's neck.

Obviously, father is not happy with this turn of events. While Grandfather is distracted he summons the will to move and as a spirit shoots over to the exposed power lines, intending to rip them from the wall and electrocute the doctor.
(right now Father looks a little like these guys http://www.se51.net/wp-content/uploa...st_hound-4.jpg)
The first handful of cables won't part from the wall and he's tugged back to the wall face. Father grabs another power line and tears it free. Before he can attack him, grandfather wills him out of the window and sends the currents of electricity through father.

Father hovers in the air. "I will not let you take her."
"Then it will be you instead..."
"So be it."
Grandfather intensifies the electricity (apparently by will alone), but it has a different effect than he intends. The electricity gives father power, he alternates a cartoony yellow electricity and more realistic flashes of blue, the longer I look at him the more changed he becomes. He looks younger by the second, a stooped older man no longer. His hair regains color, his eyes turn bright and sharp, his back straightens and shoulders broaden. I see what he looked like as a young man. He lowers his head and smiles.

The smug look fades from Grandfather's face. Father kills him, but I don't see how. My sister magically regains her head, and grandmother hers, and we return to normal.
Then, as though nothing strange has happened, mother and sister are talking about how we should spend our visit to Grandma's. I may only be a child but I think they're nuts. I go outside to play.

There's a subtle change in the dreamspace, the house we were in had almost the same feel as an apartment, or a city home. That it was snugged in next to other residences. This house is different, it's wide open, solitary. It's a pale shade of yellow, with a wrap around porch and flowers hanging from the beams. I run out into the backyard. It feels familiar. The grass is dark green, lush, a little overgrown and there are tiny colorful flowers growing in it. There's rotted out hollow tree laying near a faded cement path. To my left is a storm drain tunnel, across from me are woods.
(I haven't thought about this place since I was a kid, I only went there once with a babysitter. She pretended we were on an adventure, she was going to show me a special place. It was out in the woods, and had a secret air about it.)
Out of the corner of my eye I see an R.O.U.S nosing its way out of the fallen tree. It's about the size of a crocodile, scaly and diseased. I understand that things are about to get scary, I notice the creature but I'm stuck in the storyline of the character. HE hasn't really seen it yet, so I cannot do anything.

Then it gets worse. Across the concrete, a pack of deformed inbred rednecks burst from the trees. They're splattered with blood and carrying gore encrusted baseball bats. Storyline dictates that they don't see me. I crouch behind the fallen tree, I can feel the tree shaking with the movements of the creature struggling inside. The rednecks mount the steps, I hide next to the wall of the house. Looking outward they won't see me, they'd have to look down.
Because I've moved, the creature (finally freeing itself from the log) doesn't see me, and runs up the stairs to join the creep-pack. I know that they've been on a murdering spree, traveling between all the country houses and killing anyone they find. I can hear screams from inside the house.

I run away, straight for the fence bordering the property. I can see a line of people making their way toward me dressed in S.W.A.T armor and carrying guns. I go through another set of gates, it's only then that I realize it's not a gate. It's a cage. An arena wrapped in chicken-wire around wood veins.
One of the group asks "What do you think you're doing?"
another shouts to their leader, "Hey, we've got a stray!"
The leader takes off his helmet and says "What're you doin' here kid? Are you crazy?"
"My family..." I look over my shoulder and he does too, we see the murderers leaving the house.
"I see.." He hands me a gun. It's huge and heavy, I'm terrified. "You don't happen to know how to load that, do you?"
Mute now and close to tears, I shake my head.
He drops a black canvas bag at my feet, it's already open. He pulls out white shot-gun shells and commands me to hold out my hand. He gives me the bullets hurriedly. The fence begins to shake and rattle, the howling reaches a fever pitch. He shows me how to load the gun, after the affair with my grandfather and the random murderers I'm expecting a trick. I keep scanning his face for signs of dishonesty.
"I can't make any promises, kid, but stay close and I'll try to keep you alive. You might have to wait until their almost on top of you to shoot, they're quick bastards."
That does NOT reassure me. I'm afraid that all of this is a trick, that he's a cruel man who would give a child a gun and hope for life just to allow me to be cut down when the bullets do nothing.....


-Fifteen Years Later -

The story jumps. I'm a different person, an aunt of the boy who went missing. There are rumors about Hunters in the area who might have taken him on and raised him. I've gone to see if it's true. I see him from a distance. He's a young man now, tall and all lean muscle. He is returning from a hunt, glorying in his physical prowess and the admiring looks the others send his way.

I sneak into their meeting hall and their leader gives me a small nod. He's the one who contacted me about the boy, not so I could take him, just so I'd be assured that the boy was safe. I see him enter the room, he's wearing a loose grey shirt and his wispy almost orange hair is barely contained under a cloth cap. I can see my sister in him, his pale skin, blue eyes, the shape of his nose. He doesn't notice me.

I briefly switch to the man's point of view. We're having a meet, just like we do after every big hunt, we get together and discuss problems. I understand that someone may bring up my existence here. I am clearly of outside blood, all those around me are dusky-skinned and dark of hair. It means nothing to those jealous of me that I have hunted with the pack since I was a child. They were born into it, and adoptions were unheard of until I came along. The Leader looks at me, then sweeps his eyes over the crowd.
"We will have our meet, but first we race."
This was his way and I silently send him my gratitude and applaud his cleverness. I am the fastest, I always have been. Before each meeting we take the Death Run, the winner is beyond scrutiny. This is the way he has kept me safe, I always win, no one can question my presence in the pack.

I'm the woman again. The leader claps his hands and the pack takes off. My nephew is so quick, almost a blur. I know I have to keep up with him, if I lose him I'll never see him again. He is way ahead of them, I am quick too, I pull ahead of the pack.
The death run is an obstacle course, built spiraled like a snail shell, obviously made more difficult if you are moving quickly. I don't remember all of, the last part I see before I wake up is stepping stones jutting from the inside curve. I see my nephew fly down them and then nimbly leap to the opposite side of the hallway and disappear through an opening there.

This was the third or fourth dream I had of the night, after my second or third dream I got woke up from my friend calling me to pick up from school but I was going in later today so told him sorry and that I didn't' need a ride. Well, the next dream I had he was in it. We were like scuba-diving or something of that sort, in this body of water that somehow appeared to now exist in the driveway in front of his house (don't ask me how this is possible), and after the third or fourth time scuba-diving my friend died from drowning. But the dream went on, and in the dream I was expected to feel sad and etc, but I didn't really feel that bad, it also feel like I know this was going to happen, like I sensed to coming (his death). But I just started talking to these other kids at my school instead of usually talking to him. It was odd.

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12.19.2012

Akashic Records and Deep State Meditation (Note)

Spoiler for Personal notes:

I'm getting better with meditation, but I still need to improve on staying up straight. I don't make it a priority, but I just want to make sure I'm positioned in a comfortable position.

I want to consider meditating while resting on the bed, but that's an challenge simple because the awareness and willpower has to be augmented.

This is why I prefer the Indian style pose, or half or quarter lotus pose while meditating.

I'm definitely positive why I want to understand the concept behind the Akashic Records, and use them as a progressive base for improvement, seeing probabilities that I can take to the best of my abilities, and seek nothing ambition in making sure these possibilities are things that will benefit me.

I also realized that I'm still attached to a few things before I can even meditate. I realized that I tried helping too many people who continue to take advantage of my help. It's about waking life, not on Dream Views.

People are so amazing, wanting help, but not understanding how to actually appreciate the methods in which they receive it. Took passive in their thoughts, one moment they're so happy of the advice you suggested to them, and the keyword being SUGGESTED, not forced.

There's no point giving "advice" if you shove it down people's throat. I admit that I did that a few times with a few people, but that's only because I cared about them, or at least thought I did.

The important thing here when learning about Akashic Records is that I need to eradicate what people think about it. I know it's not a literal place you go to, but rather a frequency you align yourself into. If people don't believe in that, by all means, don't believe in it.

It's all for a high level of awareness of what one can do in their life and the steps they can take to understanding the outcomes that are most likely to occur if they partake in a specific action.

It's your life if you don't want to experiment with something like this, I shouldn't be responsible for your fate, and I shouldn't be interested in your life or your fate. The only thing that I can be sure of is my own fate, and that this is merely an experience for growth of knowledge, love, and much more.

The more I constrain myself with people I thought I respected and saw as people to look up to, the less likely I'll meditate with confidence.

People are absolutely entitled to their own beliefs, and I should just accept that. Some people change, some people remain conservative and blinded and ignorant because they are afraid of trying something new.

People who don't take failure so seriously and make it something negative that should be avoided at all costs are, in my opinion, just too afraid for change.

Ultimately, it's the simple fact that we can't conceptualize or understand something as abstract as the Akashic Records, or anything that sounds absurd at first glance.

Sadly, the only thing that would make it enticing if it's apparent that the person they think is absurd for believing in such things actually makes huge benefits from it.

Money Money Money Money....god people are so bothered with it that it's sickening. I admit money is necessary to get the rudiments of life established, but when you go into this indulgence where money only matters, just what are you?

I just need to realize that people are going to say a lot of things are crazy, and the more I consider their thoughts without doing the ambition through my own eyes, or...behind my eyes and into my mind, the less likely I'll succeed.

I'm sick and tired of my generosity towards others that I'm making slow by gradual progress in dissociating that with tulapforging, another concept people love spewing horseshit about and making it bad.

If you don't take the time to understand why people believe a certain concept, don't assume so much that it makes you look silly and completely lazy to learn.

There are many things that are crazy, but it's only because the concept is not understood in a practical way where it can consistently benefit yourself or society as a whole.

12.19.2012

Itachi Uchiha and Youtube (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

All I remember is that I'm posting a video on YouTube involving Itachi Uchiha coughing up blood as he's using the last ounce of his power to summon this Susanoo.

It's not the dark orange color like in the anime, it has more red into it, and it looks quite scary as Itachi has blood dripping from his mouth and his eyes completely blank.

I have been dreaming for sometime, a battle with a swordsman and a bikini clad cowgirl (like from DOA) have made that very clear. I am walking down a street, a little girl dressed in dark blue komino is walking beside me. I say something to her and she vanishes. Walking up to a building I see two guards. One suddenly raises a hand towards me as in a stop motion, I cut him down, the other is stabbed through the chest from behind. The little girl walks out the door. We do not go inside though. I continue walking down the street and am directed by a guard down a side path. I am told that the most powerful swords are made from the special red and brown nuts found in this forest. There is said to be a legendary green nut that grows deep underground that is said to make the most powerful swords. I begin to go into this cave alone. The girl will not follow me, I have the strangest feeling she is family. Walking deeper into the cave, I notice weird spike like roots growing from the ceiling. Walking further a voice speaks, enter the mole man. As I continue on the voice tells me, "Go back, no one shall have the sacred nut." I do not question him, I continue forward. The tunnel begins to get smaller, forcing me to crawl in a prone position. Moving further through the tunnel it begins to vibrate, the mole man erupts from the side of the tunnel and I awaken.