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08.27.2012

No Wedding Ring (SDE Day 13 Part 2) (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I had to go to Organic Chemistry Lab, and didn't have time to write this dream out with the previous entry.

I'm in a store, and I'm trying to find a wedding ring for someone, the employee gives me few options, but they don't even look like Wedding Rings in the first place. One apparent jewelery was a transparent sky blue glassware. It was oval shaped, with a curved tip on each end. I believe there were a few waves perpendicular from the curve tips on the vertical side of the object.

I try to look around the the displays contained in the glass containers in typical jewelery stores, but they are pretty much empty. The lady in front of me who was the employee wore a light blue dress shirt, and had black/dark brown hair, and looked like she was in her 40s. She had some mascara around her eyes.

I leave the store, it's useless wasting my time here. The dream shifts, it's a very bright environment, full of grassy hills here and there. I walk down, and see a lady in a light blue dress opening her arms to the skies. I can only see the backside of her, and the dress looks very nice on her. She has light brown hair, is fairly tall, probably my height, or a few inches taller.

I gaze at her for a while, until she notices I'm close to her. She turns her face to the left side, and she's smiling, but I don't know if she's smiling at me. She has her hair tied up, bundled into a short ball in the back. She was in a very positive mood, as if she's in her own little world, nothing to hold her back.

Out of reaction, I tried to smile, but after she turns back to continue spread her arms out, something felt wrong. I guess I didn't feel I belong here, so I left...

Okay, so this morning I had my first DEILD-induced LD! It was at least 5 times more realistic than the DILD ones!

I don't have time to write about the night before now bout maybe I will edit it later as it's important.

black: Side-notes
red: Non-lucid dream
blue: Lucid dream

So, here's the dream:

I'm laying in my childhood room's bed. My eyes aren't open, I just know I'm there (in reality I'm in my real bed). This doesn't seem strange at the time. I feel strong vibrations in the lower half of my body (from my chest to my toes). First I think it's only because some phenomena during meditation can be very strong. But hey! I wasn't meditating for the last 30 minutes! Then I feel the vibrations in every part of my body. I conclude that this must be SP because there is a nearly painful weight-on-the-chest effect too. So I hold still and wait. After about 15 seconds I open my eyes. I stand up, make a reality check, and I am lucid dreaming! Yeah! I want to exercise my strength a little so I try to break in the walls of the house but I don't succeed. Then I go into the living room where I find my friend's sister. My friend suddenly jumps to my back and tries to cover my head with a pillow (a scene from one of my previous dreams that night) but I can evade it. I go out to the yard and I suddenly remember my current goal: Have sex with the girl in the orange swimsuit . So I constantly try to summon her with not much success. Then I walked down the street. When I passed a house, a voice came after me. I turned back and saw a girl standing next to a house and talking to me. I went there, and thought if I don't find the girl I wanted she will be just as good . We went in but then the girl transformed into some old woman in black clothes. She showed me the house which was a bit dirty. I tried to summon the girl I wanted again. I stood in front of a room with closed door and thought: She'll be inside when I open it. I tried it many many times but I could only summon a boy with six eyes, a 300 kg sumo fighter and a woman with a mustache . I think my lucidity started fading here because I did some not-so-normal things like turning knobs on a guitar amplifier to achieve my goal.... After that my vision went away and I woke up for real.

It was a very memorable experience and got me into LDing again after 2 weeks of laziness and it got me think hard on the "What is reality?" topic.

Another chat/fOrceez dream fragment.

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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I am at home and on the forum and all I can think of or sayis fOrceezpwndu over and over. It’s really odd how many times I say it and noother thought will enter my mind.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I wake up and the name still fills my mind.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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I met my teammate in the competition! We had a lucid talk about dreams and the competition points! Neat!

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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I am at the mall on the second-floor leaning over a rail andlooking out over a open-area with people walking around with their purchases.Sivason walks up and I immediately recognize him, becoming lucid at the samemoment. He is wearing robes and reminds me of Noah for some reason though in myhead I think his dress is more like Moses. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]We start having a lively discussion about Shared Dreaming,much like in the Debate thread on the forum. We cover some of the ideaspresented and also talk about WILD points from the competition. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“I think you get 3 points for WILD.” I find myself saying. “I’vebeen doing the points this week.”[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“No, I think it’s four points.” He says this but seemsuncertain.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“I’ll check later. I have to tally the points.”[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I can’t believe I’m talking about this in a dream, a dreamwhere I discuss dreaming. It’s enough to make me ponder things and I start tolose the dream.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Right before things fade Sivason says, “I’m sorry I waslate. I was in London.”[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]And I wake up.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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Yes. I peed on my son's Playstation 2.

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[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]I went to south Texas, presumably to visit my long-deadrelatives who lived down there. I know I was looking forward to seeing mygrandmother, an odd feeling. Still, Iseemed to be visiting some unknown relatives that were part of the family,people I had never met but had been given info on.[/SIZE][/FONT]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I walked to the house and went in, asking to use theirbathroom. I knew they would let me because I was family. I hate using thebathroom of strangers but I really had to go.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Closing the door and sitting on the toilet I began to pee. Iheard a sound to my right and realized the man of the house was in the shower.Goody, I definitely didn’t want to be seen by him but as I think this he opensthe shower door and looks at me. I actually hid my face because I felt sodisgusted at his stare. He closed the shower door and went back to hisactivity.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Sadly, a few moments later the bathroom door opens and twopeople are peering at me like I’m some interloper using the toilet. I am appalledthey are staring at me and I tell them I’ll be done in a moment. One of themsays, “Something is wrong.” The two of them look at each other and I presumethey’re confused about my presence. I shut the door and finish.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]When I’m done I head right out of the house to the frontyard. As I approach my vehicle I can see it has been damaged by fire andpossibly collision. I realize this is what they were talking about when theysaid something was wrong. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The car appears to have burned from the hood but I suspectthe damaged mirror, now dangling, is the actual cause of the fire. The policeand firemen arrive but the fire is already out. They look at the car and at meand wish me luck but none of them offer me a ride anywhere despite me beingclearly stranded.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]Pulling out my hotel information I make my way back to whereI’m staying. It is some considerable distance and I’m tired and glad to bethere after such a long walk. My hotelis a two-story lodge, common to any medium-sized populace. I think my room ison the second floor.[/SIZE][/FONT]
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[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]I head to my room and open the door. It’s nice and quiet,the way I like it. This is odd because my kids are now following me as I headout to the balcony. I am vaguely surprised to see them but they show no interestin visiting with me. As if by magic friends appear out of nowhere, other kidsthey met at the hotel visiting from other balconies. My daughter has friends her age (odd to see themout at night) and my older son has a friend over as well. They engage eachother eagerly and take no notice of me. I head back inside.[/SIZE][/FONT]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]In the room (which now appears to be a spacious 2-storyroom) is a teen girl standing outside the bathroom waiting on someone. She isdressed like some kind of goth with a long black skirt, black top, too much palemakeup and too many jingly bracelets and other adornments. I assume she knowsmy son and I wish she would leave. I really need to pee.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Deciding I can no longer wait on the person in the bathroomI look around for an alternative. I see my son’s Playstation 2 sitting on acoffee table next to the television and I head over to it. Glancing briefly atthe goth-girl and deciding I don’t care what she thinks I pull my pants downand squat over the game-machine. Peeing is quite a relief and I can see theliquid running into the box around the laser assembly. My relief turns to panicas the box fills and overflows, piss running onto the table and a little bit onmy leg. “Oh yeah”, I think…”the PS2 doesn’t have the extra storage that the PS3has. I should have used a PS3.”[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I pull up my pants and walk out of the hotel room and intothe hall. The corridor is long and appears like an interior maintenancecorridor more than a hotel-hallway with pipes along the ceiling and unpainteddoors. I am looking for a bathroom and I think one might be across the hallfrom me but as people pour through the double-doors I realize the opposite roomis another part of the hotel.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I turn left and make my way down the hall. I believe the farroom is a bathroom or contains one. I turn a bend at the end of the hall andfind myself in a break-room, a couple tables and some chairs with coffee andother minor snacks sitting on counters that run the length of the room. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Someone walks out of the door at the far end of the room andI know that’s where I need to go. He walks through the room and out to the hallI came from but as he opens that door a zombie comes in. The zombie triggers mylucidity and I know I’m dreaming of something my son talked about, theimpending Zombie Apocalypse. I should feel scared by the sight but it is onlyone zombie after all.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I’m starting to turn away as I see several more peopleheaded into the room, by mistake I suspect, and I know they can handle thezombie. My lack-of concern is quickly replaced by trepidation as I realize I’mnow facing five zombies from the direction of the hall and perhaps I shouldexit. I turn and behind me is another zombie arriving from the direction I wantto go.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]We dance around a table and I know he’s not a problem for mebut I can’t figure a way out. His neck is bulging as if inflated and he iscoated with a green ooze that vaguely resembles a liquid-like form of rubbercement. I am mildly repulsed.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]I make a dash for it towards the door I want to head for andhe follows. I know I’m stronger than him and I easily block him from getting tome but he is strong and the feel of his muscles under the green ooze is alittle unnerving. I manage to push himoff a couple times but I know he will get to me.[/SIZE][/FONT]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Remembering that I’m dreaming and I can’t actually be harmedI stop in the hallway and let him come. He attempts to bite but nothinghappens. I just stand there and let him do as he wishes for a minute. It eventickles.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I start walking away as he stares at me dumbfounded, an oddlook for a zombie. I am invincible now and I really want to fly away, despitebeing in a building. I leap towards the air, one hand up like superman and flyup beyond where the ceiling should be, a dark void of space opening up for meto play with. I feel like a real superhero.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]And then I wake up.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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I withheld a few details of this dream because they were simply too graphic. Still, I will remember this dream well for a long time.

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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I’m driving with Jen along a road in south Austin, achain-link fence to my right. I look over and ask, “Shall we go home or toMisty’s house or to your parent’s house?”[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“Hone.” I nod agreement and head in that direction. Jen haschemo the following morning and I know she should get her rest. It’s been anactive week.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]As we approach home I think, “But the house is SO damaged.”Indeed the house is suffering from no maintenance and a room or two that arefalling apart. Inside the house isn’t too bad, for the most part, but I seem torecall the floor in my upstairs bedroom had caved in except along the edges ofthe room. The image in my mind is of a room with a gaping hole where the floorshould be and the contents spilling into the garage below.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]We go in and I set Jen up watching a movie in theentertainment room, a large space downstairs where the dining room should be.The carpet seems to be missing from the room and it seems gloomy inside. I hangout in the hall right outside the room looking in. I can see the shape of a manin the room with her, perhaps a butler that I don’t recall us having. Heresolves into a man wearing a tux and holding a silver platter as I think abouthis appearance.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3] I realize I’mdreaming and direct my attention to themovie Jen is watching. The TV is showing a movie about some strange creaturesthat are man-made, genetic monsters that seem very angry at their existence andhave a desire to kill humans (a predictable plot) though their original purposewas benign. They were created to help unlock the secrets of the genetic code, a3-billion year-old mystery that could be resolved with these creatures andtheir special abilities. They seem to have a seeing-power that can look backthrough genetic history to the earliest ages of life on the planet. Most of thecreatures seem to be upset with humans and how they’ve been treated but a fewhave evolved and become more intelligent. These kinder monsters wear clothesand have even formed their own government to help them coexist with humans. It’san interesting movie.[/SIZE][/FONT]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Seeing as I’m alone I spend some time pleasuring myself, alucid act that is more fun in some ways in a dream. Occasionally I look up tomake certain no one is watching. This goes on for several minutes.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]After a time Jen needs something and I tell her I can get itfrom my room on the second floor. I head upstairs and walk into my old bedroomexpecting to see a gaping hole but instead I see the room is intact. The floorremains though it has settled in about six inches lower and in a square shapeas if it was by design. I presume the floor is unstable and I move along theedges of the room.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I am approaching the side of the room where my old bed isand I start to slip into the gap. Knowing I only have a fraction of a secondbefore I fall in I leap to the opposite side, barely finding a purchase withenough of my body on the side to not cave in the floor.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Getting back up I make my way to the bed and continuepleasuring myself as before. It feels really good and I recognize this as oneof my dream signs. The act itself stabilizes the dream and I am able to go onenjoying it. I really want to orgasm, the intense sensations I’m experiencingalmost too good as I make good use of my hands. I am trying so hard to achievemy first really powerful dream orgasm but I’m just not close enough. I know it’sclose but I can’t seem to take myself over the edge, and I want to so bad. Ican imagine the feelings and I know how good it will be when I do but because Ikeep failing I wake up. In real life I’m incredibly aroused and I wish I couldhave completed the act.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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I love dreams where you actually get to do something cool!

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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I’m in the lobby of my old job, the first floor of thebuilding. The time is around 5:30PM and normal business has concluded which meansI will have to use my key for the elevators. I insert my key into the controland all 3 elevators go into diagnostic mode, the doors of each opening wide. Apanel displays the words “Take The Stairs” in bold red LED letters, and Irealize I will not be using the elevators. I walk towards the back of thebuilding and pass several workers with tool-belts and hardhats who stare at melike I’m part of their problem.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]When I reach the second floor I approach the reception desk.Unlike what I remember from real life this desk is situated in the middle ofthe large, open room, similar to the main branch of the public librarydowntown. It seems an odd place for the reception desk in an office building. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]The woman at the desk is blonde, in her late twenties orearly thirties and has pale skin. She is clearly disaffected and does not wearany makeup. I can tell my experiencewith her will be splendid as I plop down a check on the desk from my in-lawsthat I need to have cashed.[/SIZE][/FONT]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I grab a pen from the desk and sign the check. Turning thecheck back over I see it is smudged and I presume the elevator smudged itsomehow. Handing it to the woman I feel happy to finally get my money but thewoman scrutinizes it unfavorably.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]“No,” she says. “This is not your handwriting! You havenever signed checks like this.” I don’t actually recall giving her checks beforebut I presume I must have at some point in the past. I remember how I had to insert the check intoa slot by the elevator to come upstairs and I say, “The elevator printed on itand smudged it.” As I return her gaze Irealize her bulbous fingers also smudged the check making the black smear worsethan before.[/SIZE][/FONT]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I’m not happy about this situation and to illustrate thispoint I pick up the pen and jab it several times at her face, leaving a numberof blue marks on her cheeks. At least some part of me is thinking, “I’m gonnadraw on your face!” She seems confused by this but she doesn’t get angry, andany respect I may have ever had for her disappears.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I take the check from her and give her a disdainful look,the thought of how much this place sucks spreading through my mind. Some unseenclue has alerted me that I am needed in the back of the office and my checkissue will have to wait.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I reach an open area outside a corner room with corridorsleading off to my left and behind me. I am sitting on a desk facing back theway I came from and I’m talking with a coworker who looks like he should benamed ‘Johnson’ or some other nondescript name. He’s fair-haired with cleanfeatures and a dark suit that marks him as a low-ranking office worker.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Agent Johnson says, “Something bad happened with ProjectSyllabus.”[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I shake my head and become lucid as I reply, “Everything hasgone spooky here since this project started. Have you noticed? Weird things; somepeople have been hurt and even killed.”[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The agent leaves and I’m happy because I would rather talkto the two young ladies that have walked in to the room. I am male at thismoment, just another guy in the office as these two women walk into the roomfor First Aid. I know I can help.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]What makes me happy is that I know these women. One I’m onlyvaguely familiar with and she’s very beautiful. The other is a girl I datedaround the time I was 18. Her hair is unkempt and she is wearing wrinkledclothing that suggests she did not expect to be seen in public and had beenswimming in a creek. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The beautiful girl is about 19, a clean face that lights upwith even the tiniest smile and soft-looking light-brown hair. She is wearing aU.T. shirt and shorts and is in a different class from the other girl.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]I say “Hi” to both and touch their hands though onlyreluctantly with my ex. I get the feeling the pretty girl would like to get toknow me and I let my touch linger with her fingers. I explore the feeling of her nails, a lucidsensation that fascinates me. I’m turning her hand over to look at the detailand feel the weight of her hand and I wish she would hold me tighter. Inresponse to my thought she curls her fingers through mine and we are holdinghands as she prepares to receive treatment to a cut on her knee from someoneunseen behind me. I don’t really care what is going on around me. I really justwant to spend time with this young woman, knowing the dream will end soon and Iwill lose this moment.[/SIZE][/FONT]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“Would you like to stay with me?” I ask her. She turns toface me and smiles, blushes a little. “I would love to. We could have dinner.”I feel my own blush coming on.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]And then I wake up.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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I loved the incredible detail in this dream. It was almost magical.

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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I’m outside the local Schlotzsky’s restaurant on south Lamarnear the river. Coming out of the building my friends and I encounter thegreenery near the parking lot. We’re laughing and joking and it’s possible thatsome of us are on drugs, though I am uncertain if I took something or not.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]I’m approaching a twisted tree that has arranged itself inthe most wondrous and visually impossible way, as though the growth wasdirected by a blind spider. Twists and turns made by the branches seem to forma maze, nearly impossible to follow or find which way the wood is growing.Small branches sprout in every direction. The leaves of the tree sparkle, most likelyfrom droplets of water sprayed out by the landscaping sprinkler system. Thelight shining through the droplets looks like fairy magic, a tiny enchantedforest in the Schlotzsky’s parking lot. The sight triggers my lucidity as Iexamine the fine details.[/SIZE][/FONT]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]One of the guys in the group says, “Charmaigne calls thisthe intricate tree.” He looks up with a half-high look on his face and placeshis hand on his hip.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Another guy asks, “Why?”[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I reply, “Because it’s intricate.” This seems profound andyet horribly obvious at the same time. I can’t believe my DCs are this dumb.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I look down at a small plant and the complicated patternsare even more detailed here. Shapes and colors seem otherworldly and thesparkly water droplets are here also. I know this plant can’t exist in thisworld and as I stare I find myself starting to fall into another world.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]And I wake up.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I bought a present for my former neighbors. It is odd thatthey still live in town but I found their new home and have decided to takethem a house-warming present. Ringing the doorbell I wait with my hands behindmy back, occasionally rocking on my toes as I eagerly await for my friends toanswer.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The door opens and I’m greeted by the April’s husband, afriend I know as the parent of a child in my daughter’s class. He is onlywearing his blue-jeans and his eye-glasses. Even his feet are bare and he lookshis usual bored self.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“Oh, I was expecting John. What are you doing here?” Headmits me into the house and says something but I don’t catch it as a younggirl runs up speaking to him as ‘daddy’ though I know very well she is thedaughter of another man I know. I am feeling really confused and slightlyunhappy that my friend didn’t answer his own door. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I set the present on the table and I tell April’s husbandthat I bought my friends a present. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“Oh cool, they’ll be very happy. Check it out, they just gota hot tub!” He directs my gaze to the back of the house and I see a huge hottub installed in the back of the house. It’s gorgeous, and my gift doesn’tcompare at all, particularly because I also bought them a hot tub.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I’m visibly disappointed though he takes no notice. I happento finally look around and I find myself in a huge living room, perhaps 1,500sq ft in size. It’s well-appointed and tastefully decorated. A large fireplaceadorns the far wall.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Of course I want to see, I think, but I don’t respond. Ijust walk over to the back room. It’s sunken below the level of the living roomby nearly 8 feet but even more impressive is the wall of west-facing windowsnext to the hot-tub.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I walk down to the sunken room and then right on out theglass doors to the back yard. The view is expansive, and here is where I findmy friend John. He’s showing a doctor-friend of his the view. He waves at meand suggests I climb the small dirt hill to fully see why he bought this place.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]Slightly to my left is a small dirt hill of packed earth. As Iclimb the small rise my view expands from a nearby tree to the scenic vistathat borders the large property. I achieve full-lucidity as I crest the hilland am awed by the small mountain range in the distance. I’m awed by the detailmy mind is creating, scenes inspired by some of the best places I’ve been whenI was younger. The sun is not quite low in the sky and the colors are alreadypretty on this side of the mountains. I pan my gaze and the range continues tomy left, becoming tall hills that come within 2 miles of the house and end nearthe road to my far left periphery.[/SIZE][/FONT]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]In front of the hills and to the left is a well-maintained golfrange though the grass looks a little brown between me and the fairway. A manabout to putt waves at us as I zoom my gaze in his direction. My eyes act likea telescope and I can examine details both near and far. Somewhat behind thegolfer is a split in the range which allows people on the golf course to drivethrough from one side of the hills to the other. The light from the semi-lowsun is brighter here shining on both sides of the pass and casting a glare inmy direction. It’s truly a beautiful scene. I’m thinking about how I want tolive some place that looks like this, followed by thoughts of exploring themountains in my free time. I even think about how I can access the golf courseand the vista beyond from the road which leads to the far side of the hills. Istart wondering what is on the other side and decide I’ll wait for the surprisein a future dream. I know I’ll visit this place again.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]My lucidity fades out as I find myself in the aisle of aHome Depot store attempting to put the pieces of the hot tub I bought back intoa box so it can be returned. I paid $3500 for that tub and if I don’t get itall back together I won’t get my full refund. I could really use the $3500.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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Escaped dryspell again, and woke up 4-5 times in the process. Each time I recorded my dream in my ipod. I was excited because they were all vivid!

The first one my mom's ex opened my front door but there was a barrier so I walk to it and he says his name is Howard...which it isn't. I tell him he's not welcome anyway and when I go to shut the door, he stops it. With my phone, I show him I am dialing 9-1-1 and then I wake up. (I sorta remember not being able to see the digits on my phone)

Next I'm walking home with my girl and I stop at the library and talk to some friends about school, I leave and then ride my bike home as if it's a scooter.?. then I found an old-friend smiling at me on her old front lawn and I keep scooterin then down the block I find her scootering toward me... I let her pass, and she says "sorry Vin!" and her friend passes too. When I get home two black chicks I've never seen in my life, start demanding details about "Dale". I say i have no idea what they are talking about. Then they say she owes them money. So I say either you call the police or I will. They its 20k . Then, i get how serious it is and say "oh." I let them in and they go in screaming "dale , we knew we'd get in. Why did you use leather?" (no idea) and they're talking to their dog who is in Dale's apt. I enter my mine, and the t.v. is on the news channel reporting how Dale was stabbed 20x after a neighbor let the assaulter in. I was too busy callin M to figure the irony. She interrupted to ask if I was supposed to be at LAX and I said yea but...and woke up! fingers are killing me atm.

continuing...

I was talking to my ex and she was asking who she was supposed to talk to . Me: "Try your bf, friends, family, me " I resorted to freshman year lvl flirting... if I can call it that. she 'd . i helped my cousin find my house but we got lost because I took her route, her other grandma couldn't take her because it was sunday bingo night. At school, I was chillin when V rests head on me. I stroke her hair and then she gets up as a different person. i was disgusted.

At white hen i got to the back but the donut I like isn't in the donut dept. so i go to the freezer and get 3 of them. I eat 1 full 1 and begin the 2nd but its not as fresh. i Go 2 the counter debating whether I should pay for the one I already ate, when the manage comes out from the back. She was the decider, when I get to the front of the line, the clerk asks how many . I say 3. The woman yells "3 RIGHT?" I go Yea what I said! Can't I eat what I am paying for.

I follow a girl who is in a fight.
I feel like I label all of my DJ's as memorable , but this one was because of how many times I woke up in the night -_-

26.08.2012

First Stablising Attempt (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID


My third lucid since using DreamViews! Dream recall has be shit recently, due to getting a maximum of 6 hours of sleep each night from working 12 hour shifts at the Olympics. This dream occurred on one of my days off, however, during a comfortable 12 hours sleep.

As I'm walking a builder/gardener out of my family's new house, he hands me a massive joint, saying he doesn't want or need it. I gladly take it and walk back into my house. I walk past a room where my mum's sitting and worry that she may have seen it in my hand. Semi-panicking, I dash it under a cupboard in the next room.

She then calls me back and asks if I have any weed on me. I confidently say no, and challenge her to search me, but she uses an electronic radar device to search the immediate area. Thankfully nothing shows up, even after increasing the radius of the radar.

Once she moves to the garden, I act on my opportunity to move the weed upstairs to the attic room.

Here's where it gets interesting.

When coming back downstairs, I contemplate vaulting over the bannister. Suddenly I remember, vaulting over bannisters and falling the ground floor was a recurring dream during my childhood. Am I dreaming? The fact that I'm even considering falling that far suggests I must be. Only one way to find out.

I fall almost the whole way, but just before the ground I levitate.

I'm dreaming, I knew it! Now to have some fun.

I fly around the house for a bit, before making my way back upstairs to my room. For the first time I remember I have to stablise in order to keep this incredible dream going. I rub my hands together and a wave of euphoria hits me. Who knew stablising could feel this good?

I then rub my hands on my chest of drawers and I'm amazed at how accurately my mind has recreated its texture! The euphoria intensifies and I just stand there, rubbing my hands on the wooden cupboard.

I attempt to transport into my computer monitor, but this fails and I decide I'm not experienced enough to pull of such advanced maneuvers and the dream ends.

And so the dream starts; I’m stood in the middle of a busy clothing shop, with no idea how I got there. I looked around, trying to see if I was with someone, but I was alone (no friends of family accompanied me here). Suddenly something strange catches my eye; in the middle of a shop selling clothing, there’s a life-sized stone statue of a lion, just placed there. It was in a sitting pose, and pointing towards a door which was open. At this point I became lucid (the method used here was the “How did I get here” method which has served me well on many occasions), because in front of the door was a small, black and white house-cat, standing on two legs. I can only compare it to the cat people in Monster Hunter Freedom really. It didn’t speak; it just stood there, stared at me, then made a beckoning gesture and walked through the door.

So I followed the cat creature and entered what looked to be an elevator shaft with a convenient series of wooden planks forming a path down; the cat was still walking down and looked up to me only to gesture again. I’m the kind of person who observes everything, so I looked at the ceiling to see if there was anything strange and noticed that where I stood (at the doors opening), I was at the top level of the building and there was so way any mechanism for an elevator could function with the way it was set up as far as I could tell. I then follow the cat.

I make it to the bottom and find myself exiting into a bustling street intersection. Before I could take in the view I spot the cat again, and, you guessed it, the cat beckons once more. I follow, and loose the cat around the first corner it turns, and instead of looking for the cat again, a garage door catches my eye. I decide to hit a switch and the door opens. I look inside and I see a formation of messy desks covered in books. Across the room, obscured by the light behind it, was a silhouette of a strange being. “This’ a nice house you have here” I say to the being, as it begins to stand. Unfortunately I was unable to discover what the being was, since I woke up as soon as it stood up. I just know it was tall, and definitely not human, although it had a vaguely human shape.

This dream is somewhat old but I decided I shouldn't spam journal entries and should focus on entering only one for now; the most interesting one I have written. When I have more dreams, lucid or not, if they're interesting I’ll write them on here for you awesome people to read. Anyway, thanks for taking the time to read this guff, people.

I woke up in the middle of the night which happens somewhat often for me. As I woke up, I remembered the FILD technique. So I started twitching my fingers back and forth for about 20 seconds. After that, I did it for another 10 seconds. But after about a total of 15 or 20 seconds, I felt a snap away from my body. But I continued anyways. After the 10 seconds, I grabbed my nose, to see if I could still breathe, which I could.

I had done my first induction into a lucid dream. I was really proud. The first thing I did was go up to a mirror. I wanted to try and teleport into a different dream scene. I wanted to be a part of a zombie apocalypse. I tried many different mirrors, but the first two I went up to, I just saw my reflection, which in fact, now that I’m in full waking awareness I realize, it didn’t even look like me. A third one, I got teleported into another scene, but it was not much different, and then I tried going back and I did. I just stayed in there. I was hungry and I decided to just fly around the city while I eat. I couldn’t just “float” I had to flap my arms like a bird would, but as I did, I just held my food in front of me floating.
Since I wanted to create a zombie apocalypse, I tried to desperately create a plot in my head and make it happen. I tried to create a scenario where some vaccine doesn’t work on somebody and it changes them. None of that worked. I tried to just imagine zombies in front of me, but I can’t do that. I don’t know how to create an entity very well. I also just tried to create an entity I could fly on top of, but could not.

I don’t totally remember that many details, because it was an early dream in the night, and I could not access a computer till later that morning. But I remember that I had awoken many times, so I thought, but just held my nose again, and realized I was still in the dream state. One time there was a scenario which I don’t totally remember. But I had a friend who was a TV show character, Barney, from How I Met Your Mother, and he said he had a “shadow” spirit kinda thing inside of him, controlling him. I tried to expel it by looking into a mirror, which the first thing I saw was a little excerpt showing how the spirit got inside of him and that it truly was controlling him. I went inside the mirror to try and fix things, but slowly, my dream faded. The dream was over.

I did accomplish a dream goal of mine, which was to maintain control for the entire night.

I did not remember nearly as many details of the dream that were a main part, but it was still an awesome experience, that I can mark down as my first full lucid dream.

I was in a house that ive never been to before it the house must be in the north pole of something because there is snow as far as I can see the next thing I remember is doing a RC then saying behind this door is something I don’t remember what I said but behind the door was a room like a cave on the left was a 3 steps going up to a bed right next to that was a cabinet in the middle was a hallway that turned to the right I went and sat on the bed and opened the cabinet and inside was 8 small books they had a wavy edge then I remember ive been here in this room before so I get up and go down the hall and a mace and a shield fall from the ceiling the mace was just a ball with a scope thing on it they were both gold I pick them up I had a hard time holding the shield and the mace was heavy then a large guy in a gold sute of armor he has a gold axe with 4 blades he swung at me I blocked it then I swung he blocked then I spun around and hit him in the head he fell I droped the weapons and went down the hall I came into a room with wooden walls and floor with a clutters table along the right wall a kid from school was there and I found 3 square pakets of some herb and we rolled it up I don’t remember rolling it but it just appered in my hand lit when we finshed I went down a hach in the floor and I came out in a very bright park with 3 people standing together one of them fell on me then I woke up

08-24-2012 -- [So I've been noticing something odd. I have some dreams that I think are huge, and some dreams that seem quite short in comparison. But when I write out the basics so I don't forget, almost all of them take up the same amount of space. And when I type them in, almost half the time, the short, sweet ones are longer than the long ones. This stuff is just weird. That said, this feels like one of the longest dreams I have ever had, and it covers something like a couple of decades of time. We'll see how long it is after I type it in, though....]

This is a Harry Potter dream. Throughout the dream, I am Harry Potter, though the entire dream also takes place in less than a block of space where I grew up in Buena Park. In this dream I have been 'orphaned' as usual, same with Neville Longbottom. But Neville is five or six years older than me, and mostly raises me as a sort of big brother.

Though the whole dream was very intricate, detailed, and vivid, my mind can't manage to remember the earliest bits as anything but a haze of chases, kidnappings, running and hiding, and powerful magics. There are lots of hints of subtle warnings just before a kidnapping, so it turns into a chase, instead, and powerful accidental magics that end up injuring or killing the Death Eaters that are trying to harm us.

Much of the hiding and chasing seems to be happening around the Heinz house, and it is becoming obvious that Neville and I are very powerful. Almost an entire different level than the average witch or wizard, the difference is that obvious. Neville and I defend each other as well as ourselves, and we do a very good job of it.

A few years pass, and sometime around the age of eleven or twelve, we find and rescue my parents, James and Lily, who didn't die, as everybody thought, but were somehow captives for the last decade or so. I spend the next few years being raised by them, and my powers continue to grow. We live in the Potter Ancestral home, which is the Goodwins' place, but magically larger.

I'm standing in the living room / dining room combo, staring a long distance down the two small steps into the den (as I say, expansion charms) where a hot (in more ways than one), sweaty Lily Potter is dressed in a tight, form fitting spandex body suit, collapsed on the couch, recovering from some heavy exercise that has left her exhausted, and somehow sexually spent. I am entranced.

I use my powers to heal, refresh, and sexually recharge her, so she suddenly finds herself incredibly horny, and I back away quietly, unseen. She didn't see me, she can't know I had anything to do with it, but somehow she does, and is embarrassed and absolutely furious with me.

She's gotten a hold of my remote control (why not a wand? I don't know) and is trying to check for my finger prints to prove it was me. I don't understand the logic, but somehow I have to fake playing When the Saints Go Marching In on the piano badly (Rod Miller-style Entertainer wrong notes) when I know I could play it perfectly, to prove my innocence. She still suspects me, though.

It is a couple of months later that Neville calls an extended family meeting over at the Heinz house. As we all get together and I wonder what is going on, I suddenly realize right before they tell me. Neville is going to take over raising me again. He explains that they just aren't comfortable around me. My power levels scare them, I just don't fit in, and they want to concentrate on their new family.

In one way, in the back of my mind, I can understand. But mostly I am just hurt. Hurt, and angry. I am just about to stalk off when we are attacked by a Death Eater, and I lose it. I just wave my hand at him, and his head explodes like it was hit with a Sledge-O-Matic. Same happens to all the other Death Eaters who are attacking. For the first time ever, I let out my full power, and I am as far above Neville's level as he is above everybody else. I stalk back across the street to the Hickory house (my house) which I guess I've decided is my new home, just leaving everybody else standing there, horrified.

A few years pass, and Neville comes over to confront me. He fears I am becoming complacent, and unsafe. We're talking on the balcony of the Hickory house, perhaps three or four floors up (it's only a single story home, but as I said, expansion charms.) As we're talking, another powerful warlock attacks us. This guy would be a challenge for Neville, but I gesture, penetrate his shields, and disintegrate him. Neville tells me this is just what he is talking about. He shows me a small blue sphere, just about the size of a superball, and explains they are powerful explosives, and the guy probably planted a bunch of them around before he attacked.

I do a summoning, and sure enough, I pull together a number of the things. I banish them about a hundred feet into the air, and Neville is amazed and horrified. Horrified because at a mere hundred feet, they would still do tremendous damage. Amazed, because other than a sonic boom-like bang and a few broken windows, there is no damage. Though I never tell Neville, I contained and shielded the explosion, easily within my powers. Neville stalks off, more convinced than ever that I am over-confident and dangerous, and I am completely on my own.

A couple more years have passed, and I am now 19 or 20. The age difference between Neville and I has grown, because he now has an entire family of his own, including almost grown children. They pull me in for another family meeting, but this time we have it at my house. The Potters have a couple more kids, as does Neville, and they all arrive in a big horse-drawn wagon. [Whether this is in reference to the backward wizarding world, or a throwback to the Tales of Alvin Miller series I have been listening to for the last few weeks, I don't know.]

The Potter women start to explore the house, and as they approach the hallway leading back to the bedrooms, I sense an evil wizard or monster there. I don't even wave my hand anymore. I just think, and silently destroy the being, leaving nothing but a pattern of blood on the wall, which the ladies just assume is a part of the wallpaper.

As the Longbottoms try to situate the wagon in my living room, Neville's oldest daughter, who is just at the edge of adulthood, is bent over in a pair of loose jogging shorts, revealing a rather nice backside. I'm beginning to get ideas, and I'm hoping Neville doesn't notice me noticing.

He does. He is very forceful in pushing on me an odd binding contract written on our tongues, ordering me to stay away from his daughter. I am not very happy with him, and neither is she. But in an odd twist, much like the deal with the Devil in the Piers Anthony Incarnation books, this includes an unwritten agreement that there are no restrictions on anybody else. By the end of the dream I have a very passionate Lily Potter in my arms, no longer able to resist me, as we're just about to move on to more than kissing.

[Hey ... don't blame me. I am not into incest. Throughout this entire dream I was Harry Potter, and it was Harry's mother, not mine. If anybody is into incest, it is Harry Potter!]