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11.17.2012

I'M PREGNANT LOL (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

16 and PREGNANT, OMgz0rs LOLzzz BABY SHOWER!

Okay, I'm lined up with my arms bracing against a female to the left of me, and there's probably 2-3 more females lined up just like that.

There's some random man walking around in a jacket. I had a color of red on the shoulder region, white in the middle, and red for the rest of the jacket.

It's hard to remember if he has it unzipped or zipped. And the women in line with the profile view of our faces parallel to what we're looking forward at, the glass windows far away from us, seem to be wearing red and white clothes too.

I look down, and my stomach is huge...HUGE. I look at the women to my left, and they're stomachs are huge, which is disproportionate to their actual body composition, which leads me to the assumption that they're pregnant.

Then I look at my stomach and theirs, and it's about the same radium, same surface area, same whatever you want to call it....I'm PREGNANT.

I'm pretty sure I don't feel like I have a vagina, so................


I wonder how things are going to come out!!! I rub mah belly, yes, "mah," and I swear I could feel something kicking. Oh shit.

OH SHIT. No water didn't break, thank goodness.

NOW FOR DREAM ANALYSIS TIME!!

This was taken from a site that I had here, but now it disappeared for some reason EDIT: Never mind, here it is:


http://www.astrology.com/dreams/preg...1/2-d-r-154570

A man who dreams of being pregnant himself is often in a situation where his virility or creative participation in the world is in question.

This occurs most among men who see themselves as less creative than they would like to be.

The dream serves as a form of compensation to illuminate the more creative facets of their personality.

Men who are pregnant do not give birth exclusively to children, but a wide range of objects that somehow support their mission in the world.

The first thing that pops up is that it's associated with me trying to tulpaforge, or maybe how I go about drawing. Maybe I feel like I can't be creative enough, I don't know. You see, just like the interpretation implies, my creativie participation in the world is in question, but I think it's just a question within myslef?

Bleh.

But if you are not actually pregnant in waking life, or even if you are a man dreaming this, is it usually about a new area of your potential or personality developing; a deepening relationship with your potential is producing a new area of experience, a new talent or facet of your personality. If it is still unborn – i.e. not yet expressed outwardly – it is developing. It can also be shown in the drama of the dream, how you are bringing to birth a new scheme or creative idea is ‘hatching’.

With this one, I really think it could be related to tulpaforging, making a slight dissociation, making an extra limb in your body that you are aware of that's extended. I hope this is the case, because I don't see much of myself being extended, even though the tulpa is an extension of myself.

Does that make any sense? Hahahah

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11.17.2012

Come Hither Woman (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

So there's this blonde female wearing a black shirt and regular blue jeans that I presume is my U.S. History teacher, but she's nowhere close to any of them in waking life.

She looks like she's in her 30s, and she looks pretty attractive without any makeup on. I think she announces some kind of project we had to do, and what would be considered artistic for extra points.

I was a picture of a man in a red military uniform, probably the British redcoats, and he was wearing Khaki pants. He has one foot on top of a rock that's ideal for a foot pedestal. It's curved upwards, and then makes a downward curve, almost like a mini-uphill cliff.

I believe he's holding a red flag, and it's very enticing, despite its bland shading here and there. It was shiny in a few areas as well. The man is standing proud, your classic stereotypical manifestation of the ideal patriot.

Then after she was done announcing, I wanted to talk to her SO bad. After seeing the drawing, I wanted to show her some traditional drawings I did in waking life with a pencil. So I somehow find the same blue folder where I store most of my traditional media graphie portraits of people I drew in waking life, and waited for her to get near my area.

She was about 10 feet or so away from me, and I alerted her to come next to me. She comes slowly, and then I have to motion my "Come here" finger to her, and she gets really close to me. She has her hands on her thighs, and her spine is bending down so she can move her face close to my face, so that she can hear me.

I don't know why I wanted to speak privately to her, but has I'm opening the folder, I take out one drawing, the first being this one I did:

Spoiler for A little big:

As I'm taking it out, I turned to her quickly, and told her she should keep her voice down if she'll offer any advice on whatever it is that I'm asking her to do.

I even put my index finger close to my mouth, and I feel I'm showing her this to get an ego boost or something, and to see if she would give me a response if I could get extra credit for the high example of an acceptable drawing she put up with the patriotic soldier from before.

She tells me that they look good, and as long as I can fix a few things, I should be fine. I showed her this drawing I did at some point as well:

Spoiler for Another big one:

11.17.2012

Pinnacle of Perfection Tennis...AGAIN (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

There's this really short anime boy who looks like he's 5-8 years who is wearing a black cap, white dress shirt, and black shorts. He asks this anime girl, who looks like she's 16 years of age or so to play some tennis with her.

I had the feeling this girl was a REALLY good tennis player. She's wearing the usual Asian school outfit you would have engrained in your mind, white blouse shirt with a red tie in the middle, along with the insanely short black skirt.

She was playing the boy for a decent amount of time surprisingly, and I was shocked at how patient she was playing with him, because the boy had no skill at all.

Looking from the back of of the girl, I could see how she sees playing the boy. She can see all his weak points, and they're indicated on the green tennis courts with white arrows going one direction.

I assume these direction arrows were places she can hit the ball to. It all seems like this is a waste of her time, UNTIL the little boy suddenly unlocks Pinnacle of Perfection from Prince of Tennis.

Pinnacle of Perfection, in a nutshell, is the final gate where you have the assurance that you have fun playing tennis, and aren't worried about winning or losing.

Each ground-stroke the boy takes, they get more powerful, each grunt of him performing a backhand or forehand is replaced sighs of joy, them giggling, then laughing, he is having fun. His footwork augments tremendously, and he's so fast, I can't even catch up to him looking at the side view of the tennis court.

There's a big SWOOOOOOOSH, and he's gone. Then in a split second, he appears on right in front of the girl who is at net-play area now. He's floating in the air, and he slams the ball with immense force that it makes a white smoke.

I can't recall much from here, but I can assume the little guy owned the girl in a tennis match.

LD

I. I do not remember what I was doing before this, but I find myself walking through a hall when I did a RC which got me thinking about dreaming, the RC worked and I knew it was a dream from my DS. The school was laid out different than the real one, but I knew where I was going because I suddenly remembered it from previous dreams (or that I thought I did and my mind was making the right path for me). I walked into the library/computer room and my old english class was there, the same teacher was there and and I looked around and most of the people I recognized was from the class. My teacher called to me, so I walked over to her and she started telling me something, it was just about a paper or something, so I was not paying attention since it was a dream. I started to leave, thinking of going outside, and that is when everything just went black. I wasn't awake, I was still sleeping, but it was like I fell out of the dream and everything was black. Maybe I was in SP and just couldn't move, but I tried going into a new dream, and maybe I did because that is all I remember of it.

I ingested a traditional tribal "flood" dose of Iboga, a oneirogen that induces a waking dream state for 12 - 48 hours & has been used for centuries by the people of Gabon as a coming of age shamanic plant. Basically you're Lucid Dreaming while awake. I decided to take the root when I found out about it & how unlike hallucinogens the visions you receive from Iboga are not vague or open to much interpretation. Many people see parts of their life replayed, they feel the pain or joy their actions caused. Some see deities or significant people in their life including people who've passed away. Some people claim it's the tree of knowledge of good & evil from the bible.

It was risky for me to begin with because I have a heart condition & Iboga is very intense on the heart. The idea is to experience complete ego death which is followed by all the visions. Going through hell to get to heaven. Knowing this I decided to take the root right before going into the emergency room so in case if anything happened I would be in good hands.

I was really yearning for a spiritual aspect to my life which had been lost. All my life I was told what to believe mixed with my own beliefs & thoughts about all these different possibilities. I felt as if it would be best for me to experience what is true for me spiritually myself. So I decided ego death & true transcendence along with visions of my life would give me some answers. Needless to say, I was not disappointed.



It started to come on subtlety at first, in the emergency room waiting area things became very dim & dead looking like all the warmth to colors was slowly being sucked out. I started to feel as if I was riding some giant wave of reality in isolation of everything around me. Like the world could swallow me whole at any moment. I started to get worried because the waiting room was full & only 30 minutes into a 2 day experience I could already feel some effects. I kept trying to stress the fact I had ingested something that could send me into a psychotic break, get sick, or kill me. That I needed to be in a bed with a heart monitor & people who could check on me & bring me water while I began to purge.

I eventually get to a room & there's a bed, I'm questioned by doctors nurses & staff constantly as I'm starting to trip. I tell them I ingested it for spiritual purposes & that I should avoid being overstimulated. I purposefully brought a long a sleeping mask & my phone to play music to help move things along. As soon as we made it to the room all this was taken as a precautionary measure to ensure I wouldn't try to hurt myself or someone with it. They kept questioning me for what seemed like an hour. The first part of the trip felt like my body was trying to escape reality, the conscious voice in my head got increasingly paranoid about death, going crazy, saying something wrong to the doctors or nurses. I increasingly was drawing a complete blank as I was being questioned, I kept saying umm more & more as thoughts escaped my mind. My consciousness was becoming consumed with fear as I lost the ability to think & create a coherent sentence. One doctor made me feel guilty saying I ingested a hallucinogen & I was wasting taxpayer money in my "recreational pursuit". This was a search for truth, for meaning. Eventually I asked to be left alone trying to avoid over-stimulation after I answered the same questions about 5 times to 5 different people.

I drank some water which was brought to me & my heart starts pounding like crazy, I hear this intense buzzing in my ears that sounds like I'm near a high voltage transformer or surrounded by beehives. My heart is spiking off the charts on the monitor & I'm told I went into VTAC Ventricular Tachycardia (where your heart beats so fast it could stop). I'm so nauseated & worried at this point I purge into a bucket this green liquid, it looks like I puked up part of the hulk or Nickelodeon slime. I start to feel this energy building at the base of my spine, like hot magma or electricity charging up. At this point my heart is going so fast I'm convinced I won't make it through this & that before I knew it I would be moving onto whatever's next. At this point my ego is just screaming in my head like it wants to murder me, "You're going to wake up insane, you're heart is exploding get ready for the pain, you're dead.. nice job".



Eventually after what seemed like hours of fighting between death & my mind I accept death. With acceptance I slowly start seeing with my eyes closed - red very strongly, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, then violet. As this is happening I feel that magma, that energy, that electricity building at the base of my spine slowly move up as I accept my fate. I kept thinking of mercury moving up a thermometer. With complete acceptance I jolted out into the universe a soul past the purple into an infinite white light. Being a part of it but there was no sense of "I" no me, no body, pure spirit & an overwhelming sense of connectedness & unconditional love overwhelming every ounce of being. Being one with the big bang, forget infinite energy, light, the realest thing you could sense in there was pure joy, bliss, unconditional love, complete peace. No thought, stillness, nothingness, the void.

I wake up sometime later after being moved to what I learn later is the ICU. I'm incredibly lucid & the personal visions are starting to come, I'm so lucid it's like the power of lucidity carried over into waking life. I imagine this medical light on the ceiling that looks like a mushroom cap stretching & changing shape. As I believe it stretches it does so & it really seems to work when I send it unconditional love from my chest. I imagine stretching it so far with love I eventually break through the ceiling into another room.



The first room I broke through into was like a dusty old worn down house with cobwebs all over, wooden floors, a broken window, & it looked like something no one would really appreciate. I notice in the dream I'm wearing clothes that appear to be like Link from Zelda. I'm greeted by two groups of people to my right. One of which is very happy, joyful, they have an inner-childlike sense to them. Curious, compassionate, encouraging, happy to be alive. They're cheering me on & saying great things about the room appreciating everything. I get the sense this is what I must do to move on. Love the room impartially, seeing the good in it. The other group of people seems miserable, they're void of color full of grays & find fault with the room saying things like "Ewww". I decide this is not the direction I want to take & I break down the wall by loving the place I'm at.

I end up in another room & another they're all very similar except each consecutive room is characterized by things of the chakra system. It seemed as though I was breaking down walls to move energy from the 1st chakra (the root) to the 7th chakra (the crown). The root is at the base of the spine & the crown is at the top of the head. A hierarchy of energy from the base of the spine to the top of the head; from the physical aspects of existence to the spiritual. Overall all the same lessons were to be learned. If I hesitated in loving a room, in breaking down a wall I was sent back to the beginning. It seemed like my visions were very influenced by the video games I played growing up. After a lot of tries I made it to the heart chakra (the central 4th & central chakra, the point where the physical aspects of our world become intertwined with the spiritual). Tibetan Buddhists believe the heart is responsible for the white light I saw, the white light people describe seeing before death right before moving onto the next life. Once I got to the heart alot of the questions I wanted answers to started getting answered.



I wanted to know who my soul mate was, what the meaning of life is, why we're here, what is truth for me. The first answer I got was about my soul mate. Right before the trip I was torn between this girl Windy & a girl Samantha I had just met who reminded me of Windy. Then it seems as though Windy had forgotten all about me but she holds such a big place in my heart I wasn't ready to move on. A free spirit, a soul that burns in the night with a deep passion for life, a fire within that you only read about. Her way of living inspired me to begin my spiritual journey which led me to this point. Little did I know there's a reason I dream of her almost every night, why I get Deja Vu around her so much, why when we first met I felt us both gaze into each others souls & I had this incredible sensation like we had met before. Iboga showed me we're soul mates & now I'm left waiting for the right time, for a chance to be her friend. If I ever get that chance I'll make it last until the end. In the vision when I reached the heart chakra I heard my voice boom out loud like I was asking who my soul mate was, it happened automatically like I didn't even have to think of it. It was like because I wrote down all my questions before taking the root the questions were already programmed into my subconscious to be asked later. As soon as that happened Windy appeared on a green lotus flower platform suspended in space & from there she yelled "Kenny! I love you! with such enthusiasm it warmed my soul. I heard her say "We're meant for eternity, our love will stand the test of time". The platform symbolized her heart chakra as I was on mine we communicated our love & our platforms moved together suspended in space until we were together & hugged & kissed with such passion I could feel a beam of love going from my heart to hers with such pure joy & ecstasy it was as if we became one in that moment & our souls were in complete bliss just combining with the others counter part.

Every part of this experience seemed more real than waking life & everyone I saw that I knew personally seemed to be their true self, like the inner child in them was fully out to be them-self, they were so creative & enthusiastic & passionate about everything they did or said. That alone was inspiring to me, passion is a big part of a joyful existence. Enthusiasm, joy, an inner curiosity & appreciation for everything. Every moment. Being true to yourself & not letting your mind convince you to hide or discard aspects of yourself. We have to laugh at the mind, our fears, doubts, insecurities, repression, limiting beliefs. They're all the enemies of progress & reaching our true potential I feel like I got the answers to my other questions through breaking through the walls & becoming one with the clear white light, pure consciousness, connectedness, bliss, joy, I'm a part of everything & everyone as they're a part of me. Unconditional love is the most powerful force in the universe & we have to learn to appreciate everything we do have. I live in America & have a car, a guitar. Do you know how amazing that is? We should all be happy when our basic needs are met because some people don't even have that luxury! Don't wait until you're nearly dead to start being grateful!

This by far was the most beneficial experience I've ever had even though it almost killed me it's like every day is a gift now. When the experience was over I was exhausted & slept for quite a while, when I woke up i saw the most beautiful sunrise I had ever seen from my hospital bed & I was so grateful to be alive, I made sure all the doctors & nurses knew how much I appreciated them taking care of me. I still laugh because when I woke up the kept asking me all these funny questions in case if I had gone crazy.. You did this for spiritual reasons? You said you were selfish before? Do you think eating is selfish?



Beliefs shape our reality, lucidity will show you that so take what you learn with lucidity back to waking life & meet your true potential, that is my foremost goal. Don't be afraid to explore, reintegrate lost parts of yourself, face nightmares with love & see what happens. Lucidity is an invaluable tool. In my second lucid dream ever through belief I was able to experience that ego-less state once again & I woke up feeling great! I highly recommend reading "Lucid Dreaming: Gateway to the Inner Self" by Robert Waggoner if you get the chance. I'm now completely committed to Lucidity for life. I ordered the Remee lucid dreaming mask & I'm so happy, this marks the beginning of my dream journal here & the beginning of my journey to the inner self. To reintegrating every last lost part of me. Healing what I rejected in the past & facing any & all fears. Going on adventures to space, Europe, Australia, Africa, Egypt, the Amazon all with my soul mate Windy who is still in my dreams almost every night (I bought an engagement ring by the way) & I'm saving it until the right time. Thanks for reading! I hope maybe I can inspire someone to strive for lucidity or to just go after their dreams I know my beliefs aren't for everyone. Happy dreaming

7 consecutive nightmares (false awakenings) ...involving me being in the "SAW" movie death games in my aunt's vacation house..
finally realizing I'm dreaming (looking-at-hand reality check)...I run to the nearest balcony...take a look at the fucked up end-of-the world kinda sky and I jump from the balcony as I was mentally exhausted to enjoy the lucidity due to the nightmares (and NO, horror movies don't scare me at all) to end up in false awakening (this time it's not a nightmare)
so...this is the first time I run away from a nightmare upon being lucid (most of my lucid dreams usually involve fun stuff like flying, sex....)
oh well...this is my first entry here planning to write here more often..

I am in some sort of futuristic communal living area. My mom is with me. I get into a heated argument with my sister (I do not remember the details of the argument at all – I just felt really angry). This causes me to look around the area for a bar because I want to get drunk – preferably on a mango daiquiri that I am craving. My mom is there and follows me in an attempt to distract me and help calm me down. She asks if I know of a place where we can get a nice dinner and we can relax. It turns out I do know of a place. It’s a restaurant that is part of a dance club I know of. It is daytime so the place is relatively empty. We walk inside and there are many party favors scattered about the club. One of the rooms was a sitting area made to look like a huge bedroom. We go outside where the restaurant is. It is made up of sitting areas on the floor with small tables that are each floating individually on a river. It reminds me of India.. and was relaxing to go to after being so upset with my sister. My mom and I sit down on pillows which they used instead of chairs for the atmosphere. My mom asks me if I knew the waiter who was talking with a different table – I tell her no.

Our table section starts going in circles and breaks off from the restaurant. It starts floating down the river – which increases in speed quite quickly and becomes a rushing series of rapids. I tell my mom to hold on for dear life. I scream for help and start waving my hands at an older couple I see from afar. Soon my mom and I are thrown off of our table ‘raft’ and we are flying down a canyon, the river water is no longer there – it is just a dry riverbed and something keeps pushing us along in mid-air at what seems to be 100 miles an hour. I scream at my mom to be careful. I can’t see her and don’t know if she is in front or behind of me. I see the elderly people trailing after us. Soon we are ejected into the open air over a cliff. As we fall my mom and I are able to grab hold of the edge of the cliff.The elderly couple fall behind us and both grab and hold on to our feet – and I physically remember having to pull harder to hold the man up who had latched onto my ankles. He climbs up my body and gets onto the cliff. Then he and his wife help pull me and my mother up. In the back of my mind I realize I have been dreaming and the elderly wife knows this. She and her husband both seem lucidly aware.

“Thank you so much for saving us,” I tell them. “Did you know this was a dream?”

The wife nods, “We are conscious dreamers having a shared dreaming experience,” she tells me. “It’s lucky we found you when we did.”

My eyes start watering. I feel very emotional for some reason. I feel convinced they are right even though I have no way of proving it and I feel very validated by this. Not very many people or DCs I meet in dreams readily admit to the dream reality. I feel around for my cell phone in my pocket and it is missing. I jokingly tell the lady that I wish she could call it. That way I could have proof of this and it could be authentic. She and her husband laugh. Then I wake up. I wish I had asked for their names.

Not been filling this out as much recently as my dream re-call hasn't been as great. The intensity of my dreams has calmed down alot. I think this is because I was going through weed withdrawal for a month and now that the worst is over my dreams have become less intense.

Anyway here some information about what I re-call from last night's dream:

Working in a factory similar to one I’d worked in before cutting material to make car insulation. Only the material was much bigger and all in green. Was given work sheets by female supervisor telling me to get different length rolls of this green material so I did then stacked them up where they were needed. I remember thinking in the dream, was that all I needed to do and worrying there was more. Then the shift finished and I was walking back down a road with other employees there and they were saying I must be good at the job because I’d been put to work with the green material which is the highest!

I'm playing Minecraft, and all of the sudden, my father bursts into my room in a panic. I had only enough time before rushing outside my room to try and type "BYE" to my friends. The Revelation had begun. The sky turned dark and cloudy and mysterious. There was a frighteningly strange atmosphere- a state of natural instinct and fear. Was the world ending? Were we going to die? Would be never see our loved-ones again? What- is the question- lies beyond everything? We were unprepared for what we could only imagine was to come. My family panicked and didn't know what to do. We tried to stay together. I grabbed my cat and bawled over her, telling her again and again and again how much I love her. I just held her tight while chaos ensued around me in the Universe and cried. I felt desperation and fear. I felt that I would never again see my feline friend. The act of holding her was like holding onto the last thing I had. The dream skipped (or at least my memory of it did). I happened to walk by the kitchen window and caught a glance of what seemed to be a UFO, all blurry in the distance from the clouds. I caught only glimpse of the figure before I saw a quick flash of bright light. I hit the kitchen floor, stunned by the flash as if I was hit with a stun-gun. I laid there, feeling semi-paralyzed and in shock from the unknown powers being manipulated beyond the roof of my house. My parents came in and looked at me- they didn't try to help me up. I could speak and simply laid there out of shock and weakness. The dream skipped again. I was on my porch with my father. Apparently, it was now safe to go outside. It was midday, it seemed. Suddenly, it began to snow completely out of nowhere. My father and I looked around in surprise and confusion. Then, the falling snow seemed to begin falling in slow-motion. I could watch as each and every flake of snow succumbed to gravity and dropped upon either my hand or the ground. The air began to thicken and felt like water. I could breathe just fine, but I experienced a very realistic physical sensation of being under water. I could "swim" through the air. I thought it was fun. I laughed and started doing a flip in the thickened air. My father was worried and said it was probably another anomaly caused by the Revelation happenings. The air returned to normal and I stood as I regularly would. After that, I remember nothing. I woke up, I guess. I was definitely having flashbacks of this dream all day!

Non-lucid, Lucid, [Commentary made while awake]

I'm flying through a large, rectangular, exhibit-hall-like space with an entryway connected to one end of it. Every time I make a complete loop through the exhibit hall, out into the entryway, and then back into the exhibit hall again, the scenery and displays in the hall have changed. While I'm flying through the entryway after a couple of iterations of this, I catch on to the fact that I'm dreaming.

I remember that I need to stabilize and ground myself in the dream, so I will myself to go down. I sink straight down, in an upright position, until I'm standing on the floor. I immediately walk over, reach out, and touch one of the walls, then squat down to touch the carpet. The thought of licking the floor to bring in that sense crosses my mind. [I was reading a thread on DV before I went to bed that mentioned engaging all five of your senses in a dream.] I decide not to, but thinking of things you should do in a dream brings to mind the current Task of the Month: spell “November” backwards.

While still squatting down, I start tracing the shapes of the letters on the carpet with my finger. R...e...b...m...e...v...o...n. I get all the way through it, and feel very proud and pleased with myself. I feel just as alert and self-aware as I do in waking life, but I notice that it's slightly more difficult to keep track of the letters and what order they go in than it would be if I were awake. Then, I suddenly find that I have a ballpoint pen in my hand [a plain black Bic pen with a grip, the exact same kind I'd just been using in real life to do my homework for a class]. I take the pen and print “Rebmevon” on the wallpaper on the nearest wall. It's still a little hard to focus on spelling. At first, I write an “e” in place of the last “o,” but then I cross it out and correct it. I write it a second time [I think] because I can, but then I think, Okay, now you're just doing it to be a smartass.

[There was more, but I only have time to write the part that has to do with the Task of the Month right now.]

The dream began as a nightmare in my room but I quickly caught on to the fact that I was dreaming so I started modifying to nightmare till it was in my control. I ended up flying me and my Dean (from the show Supernatural) into a grassy park outside a grand older mansion. We then decided that we needed to intercept an object that was being sold at an auction in the ball room of the mansion. We went to the window where the tickets were being sold and I handed the woman a box that held an item I wished to enter into the auction. We asked if the object we wished to intercept was ready to be viewed but she said no and told us we must wait till later that day to view the item. (It was something like a woman's name and a Ruby or something but it had some sort of power). We left the mansion and I went on a little lucid journey for fun leaving Dean waiting on the grass.

I sprouted big black feathered wings and took to the sky. It took a few times of dropping down and learning how to use the wings but I was able to glide up toward the castle in the sky. I kept trying to fly over it but I didn't have enough momentum so I went into a swan dive and right before hitting the ground I pulled up, the rush was unbelievable. Like the feeling you get on a rollercoaster but much more free. I used the momentum to shoot me up over the castle and I ended up flying through the stars and landing on an alternate plane where I was in the mountains next to a beautiful town made up of cottages. It was still night there since i flew through the stars and looking up from my landing was an unbelievable site of the beautiful sky and the castle high in the stars.

I then remembered that I wanted to see what was going on at the auction (I like to follow plots during dreams because my mind comes up with some really interesting story lines) so I jumped back into the sky spreading my beautiful black wings and headed back to Dean. He had a pet with him at this point (some sort of griffen like creature) and we headed back into the mansion. I asked to if the Ruby or whatever it was we were trying to intercept was there and the lady again said no. So at this point I asked to see the object I had put into the auction. She said okay but instructed me not to leave the room with it. I was handed what looked like a decorated match box and it had a woman in a dress with blonde hair in what looked like the time period that Jane Austin always places her characters in. The box stated in green "3.00" with slashed through the 0's and "meets minimum requirement" on it. It also said some other numbers but I wasn't quite sure what they were for.

Dean and I started making our way out trying not to raise an alarm. We did something you would only do in the video game Assassins Creed and held on to the ledge of the stairway that lead to the second floor and crawled around the outside so no one could see us. We then flipped into the dining area and ran out onto the balcony. Dean escaped but the young lady who had talked to me before yelled for me to "halt." I turned around and watched her youth melt away into the face of a white haired and wrinkled old woman. I looked down at the box I had in my hand and pulled out a black necklace with 5 black stones hanging from it. The largest in the middle and getting smaller as they went out. I put it on and the lady tried to cast a spell on me. I then tried to fly trough a small whole in the curtain like fabric around the balcony that turned out to be a trap and engulfed me.

Refusing to let my subconscious get the better of me I pulled free of the trap and threw it at the old woman and it engulfed her. I then started to run off and the dream froze, this is when I started waking up and then the dream ended as I awoke. It was pretty fun playing around in my little fantasy world, that is for sure

Hes always there, his smiling face, his eyes and his laugh. I cant ever really remember where we are or what where doing but i remember this person is always there. Almost every night i dream of him, we do the things we normally do while awake but yet im asleep. I now find out he often has a hard time sleeping or staying asleep. I heard a legend once that when your awake at night it means you are awake in someone elses dream, am i bringing this person into my dreams?

Crazy week. I should update more so I don't have to squeeze some ouch into one post. Anyhow lets get started, I had 3 dream in the past 5 days. One more thing, I would like to thank ivke992 for the advice they gave me in my thread it did help.

Dream1#

I was in a forest, walking down the trail. When a owl flew past me. A lone feather fell to the ground, at that moment it instantly changed from day to night. This kinda scared me in the dream. I continued to walk down the trail for some time. I stumbled upon a cabin after walking for awhile.When I entered it there was a lone book sitting on a table with a lone kerosene lamp sitting by it. I walked up to the book, I set my hand on it. Then I heard a owl hoot. I turned around and the owl was perched on the top of the door that I had entered from. Then I awoke.

Dream2#


I was walking down a country road. It was autumn, The trees where changing color. The breeze was blowing gently. I continued walking down the road till I came to a very old large house. It was surrounded by a massive iron gate, trees on all sides of the house except for the front. There was one lone tree In the front. Looked very beautiful, rose bushes surrounding the tree. When I walked up to the gate, I attempted to open the gate but it was locked. When I pushed on the gate I heard the strangest thing. A little girls laughter. When i turned around I awoke

Now I think dreams 2 & 3 where the same place, but there were some subtle differences.

Dream3#

I was walking down the same country road as last dream, but it was winter. There was snow on the ground and, there was a river running next to the road. I followed the road till I arrived at the very large house with the gate. By this time it was getting dark, . I noticed small foot prints leading to the rivers edge. I followed them to the rivers edge. I heard that same laughter as the previous dream. I walked back up to the tree in the front. That is when I noticed the gate was ajar. I walked up to the front door. I opened it and It was dimly light inside, All the windows I could see were open. I walked room to room. Every room had the decor of a Nice late 19th century house. I wondered around, till I found a door. This door lead outside to a court yard. There was a lone tree in the center, the ground was covered in a light snow. There was more little foot prints leading to the right side of the court yard wall. I followed them to the wall where something was written, before i could read what it said i heard the same laughter as before. ( I must thank ivke992 again because if it was not for them the next part would have been different) I turned around to see that little girl standing on a tree branch staring at me. I almost ran but stopped myself and just looked at her. As I gazed upon her, a breeze picked up. She cocked her head to her left. This startled me, as I have never seen her move. She smiled and I heard that laughter again but her lips never moved. By this time the The breeze had turned into a fairly strong wind. In the last fleeting seconds of the dream, The moon came out or something because I caught a glimpse at one of her eyes. One lone light purple eye glancing back at me, The wind picked up so much after that the snow obscured my vision and I awoke.

Thoughts | Non-Lucid | Lucid | Techniques/Aids

Bedtime 9PM-6PM
Apple Juice at bedtime, SSILD Tweaked, Multiple wakenings focused on DEILD/SSILD


Brats Around 4AM

I am taking care of someones kids. I am in a bed room with them and trying to get them to sleep. There are 2 bunk beds in the room. A little boy is on one and there is a window unit next to him. I have a little girls in my bed with me. I think that she was scared. The kids keep talking and I get pissed. I just want to sleep. The boy keeps messing with the AC he says hes hot and its not working. I feel cool and not hot and the AC sounds fine. I threaten to spank both of them. I don't care what the parents think. The girl gets up and goes to the boy. I spank her and she runs out of the room. I look into the living room and see my infant son playing xbox with another infant. I say well they're up I guess I wont sleep at all.

I lay still on awakening and wait to DEILD. Nothing happens at first so I give SSILD a shot before I reach for my DJ

Lucid #95 Lucid Precog Attempt #1
After a short time I start to feel some vibrations. I notice I can still move my hands. I test this by trying to move my hands slightly. I feel them twitch. So I wait. The vibrations get weak so I roll my eyes to the back of my head. That seems to work. I open my eye for some reason and see the room. I am sure it was my real eyes and I close them. The vibrations get weak again.

Then I feel a person spooning my backside. I am lying on my right side. The first thing I think is OpheliaBlue's demon is here to torment me. I was scared at first but then I blew it off and told myself it wasn't real and to ignore it. As soon as I did that it left but as it left I felt a finger go down my spine. Instead of getting chills it strenthens the vibrations. I imagine a finger going down my spin over and over until the vibrations get full strenghth and I can hear the usual sounds really loud.

Now it's time to exit. I imagine my feet going over the side of the bed and touching the floor. As soon as my feet touch the floor I find myself standing in my bedroom looking at the door.

I try to open the door. I feel the doorknob clearly and I can hear the click as I turn it. The strange thing is a phantom door opens leaving the original door untouched. I smile at this is amusement. I open it again and again with the same result. Then I slowly and can carefully open the door. I see the opening now and light in the dining room. I carefully put my other hand in and get a good grip. Then I fling it open and step through.

I am already thinking about my lucid task. In rl I blindly picked a red backed playing card and put it face down on the bookcase by the door. I want to look at it in the dream to see how actuate I can be.

I look but both the bookcases are gone. There are some cards scattered on the floor but the look like paint samples. I squat down and pick them up and stare them over like a nearsighted Magoo. My vision get a little blurry and I have a hard time seeing. The card start to look like candyland cards. I think maybe I can summon the card. So I use expectation and reach behind my back into my waste line. I pretend that I have it tucked in there. I just feel my underwear band and nothing else. I pull my hand in front of me and it is empty. I am still thinking it looks like paint samples. I look up and the wall looks like it has just been painted yellow and the hardwood looks freshly refinished. I wonder if the bookcases were moved for the remolding.

I try expectation again and look in the kitchen and find the bookcases. There is nothing on it but a blue backed card. The card is square but I look at it anyway. I pick it up and its feels like thin paper. I look on the back hoping to see a playing card but it is the same blue playing card pattern on the other side.

I am little frustrated now. I walk into the dining room and yell at the dream. "I want to see the playing card." My voice sounds odd. Like I can hear my dream voice and my real voice at the same time. Like two mes talking at once. I wait for an answer and almost immediately hear the loudest most hideous SHUSHING sound. "SHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" the sound is electronic and robotic like some strange android shushing me to be quite. I freak out and throw myself to the floor. I curl up in a ball and put my hands on my head. I was so unbelievably scared.

After a moment. I realize I that a dream can't hurt me so I stand up. The room is now dark but I want to try something else. I speak to the dream again. In the same strange dual voice I loudly say, "I want to speak to my higher self." At that point the dream fades and I lose concentration. I fall into a non-lucid dream.

False Awakening

I wake up and start to record the lucid in my phone DJ. I see people form work in my room. My bedroom door is open. (how convenient) I see a woman at a desk in the dining room. I get an image of some green brochure in my hands. I see R standing by the door with a huge white board behind him. (BTW I saw a similar scene in rl with R today at work) I ask him what was going on. I can't remember what he said to me. I am distracted by another person writing a phone number on the white board. I can't remember that either. I wake up for real this time. I look at the time and it is around 4am.

I try to go back to sleep but I am really juiced from the lucid. I get a lot of HH/HI and halfdream but my mind kept going back to the dream. After about an hour I fall non-lucid.

ill add more to the story. but i pulled my older brother into my dream and he confirmed last night he was in the same room as me same wooden floor plaster wall and watching my mom and dad hold each other in front of a bay window. my wife is freaking out.

1st time i have had a dream like this. 1st time i am letting [people know about my personal dream
my dad died 10/16/12 bad harley accident.
he was our mentor and very passionate friendly father but yet very stern.
he is catholic

but he came in dressed as he was on the motorcycle.
i kept coming in and out of the dream knowing i was in my room safe. even touched my wife physically to ensure i wasnt crzy. and dove back into the left side of my brain where the whole dream was waiting to continue
I asked him several questions pertaining to what is going on ( the accident. why he had to come to me while i was kinda awake. my sisters new job in Germany. i even asked him if we were aliens, he looked at the robbed man and he said he couldnt answer that question right now. he said i had a gift and they knew about it and were watching me. i looked up there were about 5-7 tall hooded black things with clouds and moonlite behind them.
then one by one he brought out my grandfathers they all just grab my shoulder and smiled.
he told me dont waste anymore time on his accident its done.. i asked him about the Moody Blues songs that played twice the other day after i was signing them in my head that morning he said it wasnt him it was them he hasnt learned to do that yet. he was in a level and he needed to learn more to move up.
i said i had to get my brother sister and mom and which i did. then my diad split into 4 of himself. i kept changing the room around and some old man in robe came up told me to relax stay calm you control all this. just then i flipped us out of the room and out to some lake during the autum and my dad said woo this is you im not doing this.
later that night i went straight to my brothers he confirmed tear eyed and told me he had the same room dream and same scenerio but he got into a maze and found himself outside waking acoss the street to a lake and then woke up.
any thoughts?
this is only 1/2 the story. i was so pumped up and adrenaline rushed it was insane.
please no fowl posts this is all new to me im 38yrs old male who just lost his greatest mentor and friend.

I was sitting in a meadow, surrounded by long, green, sweet-smelling grasses.
I closed my eyes, and let the sun kiss my face, feeling completely at peace.
I don't know how long I sat there, with my long hair billowing in the slight breeze.
A thought crossed my mind. "It is better not to be happy. Because the disappointment of another of life's troubles will hit you with a force that takes every hint of happiness away." Those were the exact words.
My eyes snapped open.
A dark cloud was pulling itself across the sun. The wind picked up to insane speeds. My hair whipped itself against my face suddenly, stinging my cheeks. I felt a little wetness where the stingy feelings were. I put my hand up to my face, and there was a perfect, fine line of blood on my hand.

I looked up, about 500 meters away was a train bridge. The fast approaching train was in grave danger. I knew it, yet, I couldn't spot what the danger was yet.
All of a sudden I knew. The ducts of the bridge were shaking vigorously in the middle.
I wanted to scream as loud as I could. Do anything to attempt to stop the train, with all its' passengers, but I know I could not.
A hollow sound came from my mouth. "Ehhh." I bit my fist, and watched in HORROR as the weakened structure of the bridge gave way, and the train started diving head first in the churning water below.
A lovely little girl flew out, her gaze caught my horror-struck one, as she was flying down towards the water. Her brown braids waved in the breeze. She looked so peaceful. Then there was a big bolt of lightening, and she hit the water with a humongous splash.
The train hit milla-seconds after she did. Right in the same place. Animal-like screams filled the air. A pool of blood surfaced on the water.
My stomach churned.
Cart after cart, plunged into the river, with deformed bodies sliding in after them. Pieces of the bridge crashed in after all of it.
It was HELL.
I realized I was screaming now. My voice matched the others. The helpless ones I could not reach.
The little girl. I caught sight of her again. How could she still be alive??? There was a huge cut on the right side of her face, that was gushing blood.
I didn't hesitate anymore. I dived into the wreckage-filled water, and I was under. I opened my eyes for a split second and saw clouds of blood, and little white pieces, which I assumed were bones. I surfaced, with a gasp, and took in as much air as I could. I looked every which way, trying to catch sight of the little girl. I finally caught sight of her. She was clinging to a piece of the bridge, and I was felt adrenaline rush through me. I swam toward her, with long strokes.
As a piece of train came rushing towards her, threatening to knock into her, and kill her, I made a lunge, and grabbed her arm, and yanked. She cried out in pain, but I pulled her into right arm, as the piece of wreckage came thundering by.
"PUT YOUR ARMS AROUND MY NECK!" I yelled, over the noice. "WHATEVER YOU DO, DON'T LET GO!"
She clung to me, and wrapped her legs around my waist, and I started swimming back.
A big, rusty piece of metal with deadly, sharp pieces like swords sticking out of it, was headed straight for me.
I screamed "HOLD ON!!" and I dove under. A piece of metal struck me in the head, and I heard a crack, and an excruciating pain rushed through my upper body.
I felt myself slipping into unconciousness, and was vaguely aware of powerful arms grabbing me around my waist. "Where's the girl????" I remember, screaming in my head.
Then.. Nothing.

I woke up in my dream. Everything was blurry. A handsome face, that has haunted my memory for months, was above me, stroking my hair gently. Angry tears spilled from my eyes. "This can't be real!" I thought. "He's gone. He left. He's not coming back. He drove away."
He pulled his sleeve into his palm, and dabbed at my tears with a feather touch. "Don't cry, honey", he said.
I swallowed. "You left," I whispered.
Confusion came over his face. "But I was always here. I've been here with you for the last four days. I won't leave you."
He took my hand, and kissed it gently. "I promise," he said.
He started to say something else. I was intrigued. Focusing hard.

There were bolts of lightning/electricity, and I woke up with a jolt.
I was sweating, and my heart was pounding like hell.
I didn't know if I was happy or angry to be awoken from the dream.

Dream - Lucid

I was walking around with a life-like baby doll in my arms, but I was acting like it was a real baby. There were many other people around in the area I was in, which, I honestly have no idea where that was. I think it was in a big mall or department store or something. I remember having to change the baby doll's diaper, and being confused as to how to do so. I stood there with this baby doll who had a dirty diaper on, trying to think of who to ask about changing it.

I then realized that this was a baby doll, and that I was just practicing for when I had my real baby, which I was pregnant with. It was Jake's baby. I looked down and rubbed my belly. I was showing a bit, and, underneath my hand, I could feel the new little life moving. I felt the outline of her body. I got really excited about being pregnant! I exclaimed to someone that I could feel the baby. I then looked at myself in a mirror, and saw my baby bump. I felt really giddy!

My joy then immediately turned to worry; I started to fear losing the baby. I was afraid that any little thing that made me panic or get angry or something would cause me to miscarry.

I then started to tell people that I was pregnant and that I was excited for my little girl to come into the world. No one responded. I remember even telling a girl I'm acquainted with IWL, Maegan, but she just stared at me like everyone else. I also remember calculating my due date, which came out to be sometime in March, but that didn't seem right for some reason, as if it was supposed to be later than that.

~

I was at my house. It was Thanksgiving, and family kept coming over. I was standing in the living room when my ex, Chris, and his girlfriend came through the door. They sat down on the red chair that's in the corner of the room.

Um...what? Who invited them? I thought maybe my mom did. I know I sure didn't, but no one said anything.

I was then upstairs with my brother. We were in the bonus room, when Chris brought us a tray with a small silver bowl of what looked like chicken broth up to us. He said it was soup, and set it down. It only looked like broth to me, not soup; I was skeptical. My brother started to eat it. I then heard Chris from downstairs telling his girlfriend he had saved all the chicken and rice for them.

Uh, no, this isn't cool. I stormed downstairs and into the living room. There were other relatives in there sitting on the couch I believe, but I didn't care. I was kicking Chris and co. out. I stood firmly in front of the couple, who were both sitting in the same small chair, and said, sternly and forcefully,
"Get out of my house. What are you even doing here anyway? And was that our soup?"
He said no, it was their soup. I then said
"Well, that doesn't matter. You're in my house. And I'm kicking you out. Go!"
They stood up and left. Thank God. But I still couldn't figure out why they would want to spend Thanksgiving at my house. That had to be awkward for them, too.

I was then working, but it didn't look anything like work, though I was doing the same thing. I was working behind a very long cash register counter, about the length of the room we were in, with some other people. A middle-aged lady with very short blonde hair came up to me and this other girl with lots of jewelry and a check. I can't remember what she was trying to do, it was something complicated, and she was trying to explain to us what it was, but the girl I was with took her small, flimsy light brown wallet from the counter and opened it, saying her ID wasn't in there and we needed her ID for what she wanted to do. I took over and started to calmly ask some questions to see if we could sort everything out. The people next to me behind the counter then took over and started to ring her up on their register. Well, I guess that takes care of that.

I was then in the same building, but I was leaving work now. Chris was there for a little bit, and I told him why I got so mad.
"I heard you talking about the soup," I said.
He said "Ohhh..." as if it made sense now as to why I was so mad, you know, besides the fact that he brought his girlfriend into MY house on Thanksgiving.

Ahem. Anyway.

Chris was then gone, and I was standing with a short, stout middle-aged woman who was supposed to be Chris's girlfriend's mother. I felt really awkward when she started to talk to me like we were friends. I talked back to her, and was polite and nice, but I didn't exactly know what to say besides making small talk.

We were then waiting on an elevator. A small screen popped up in front of us of a cartoony, poorly-drawn picture of his girlfriend, with "Ji's" written above it in bubbly, black block letters. It was supposed to be Chris's Facebook profile picture, and "Ji's" was a business or something. The mom stared at it longingly. I felt even more awkward.

The elevator then opened, and we stepped inside. She started to tell me about how she was moving to Knoxville. I told her she better make sure she had all of her stuff together, and she said she knew, and just kept talking about it, and that she had to move around a lot. I thought that maybe she was in the military or something. She was talking to me as if I was any other person. I felt a little better about it then.

She then commented on the fact that the elevator wasn't moving, as if someone had hit the emergency stop button right before our floor. The door then opened to an outside area. The area was lit, but looking up at the sky, you could see many stars; it was nighttime.

I also remember seeing a flash of a white screen with black writing that quickly streamed by on it at some point. I remember it said something about love, "Love is not ____." (can't remember that last word) was one of the sentences in the stream of writing that whisked by my vision, or something like that. Whatever it was, it was saying something about what love wasn't.