Memorable Dreams
Had my first lucid dream last night. Granted it wasn't very long at all, it was still quite the interesting experience! -The Game Where You Beat Old Men- In the theme of back to school, I had been stressed, seeing as though it was the first day of school and I had missed four periods already. I was playing a video game, one that I thought was a game titled The Witcher 2, but it wasn't. My brother walked in on me playing it, and he looked suave as hell. He wore a black suit and his dyed black hair was swept back with gel, black bow-tie as well. He asked me how the game was. Granted, I didn't really know. I guess it was alright, and I replied to him with "Oh yeah, it's pretty fun." I said, though I didn't know the slightest thing about the game, not even how to controls worked. Nonetheless, I continued playing it, and I found myself beating a helpless old man on top of a pillar that overlooked a university with a controller. He screamed in agony, and he wouldn't do anything. I felt really bad, though that's where I fortunately woke up for a bit. -My First Lucid Dream- After falling back to sleep, I dreamed that I was in my Junior math class, or my summer school math class. I couldn't tell. Still, summer school was over, so this was weird. There were a bunch of kids still in the class, and the teacher was one I've never seen before. We were watching a movie, and I knew no one in the class. Having finished summer school, I really wanted to leave, and then I thought "This could never happen. This is a dream." and boom, everything felt real. I got out of the chair on my own will, and walked to the front of the room. I decided to make this last, so I flipped off the teacher and shouted obscenities to the kids in the class as I tried to leave. I then tried to do something beyond my lucid dreaming ability; fly. That's what woke me up though. I jumped, and couldn't do it, and I woke up. It was morning when I got up, so I decided to stay up, happy that I actually had a lucid dream for once. I just wonder what caused it...
I was in some kind of a beach party in my home country i walked into a room and there were people dancing to rap music after i while i saw that Redman was there (he knew me by the way) we shaked hands talked a little then he put on some music and started a rap battle he was saying some stuff i wasn't even listening but everyone was going after every line i felt kinda insulted. Then the music stopped and he said that it was my turn he put on the music and everyone was waiting for me to start rapping, needless to say i could not i was just there shaking my head with a grin on my face they got kinda pissed so then i thought i would show them some sick dance move. They were impressed , but as i was doing my dance i saw that my favourite wristband was gone and went to look at everybody's pocket ( i need to add that while looking through the pockets i felt there was something in there like lighters and celular phone's and etc...) as i was looking for my wristband it magicly appeared on my wrist so i told all of them to fuck off not very pleaseant but i dont care. As i was walking out this guy came next to me and started telling me that when i knew what an MC was i should call him that he has a studio. I said to him to fuck off (i mean i wasn't even singing) i knew i was there with my bro so go to search for him while searching i felt this pain in my mouth like when your arm is going numb but with my mouth the front teeth area to be exact i finnaly found my brother he was talking with some girls i told him "We need to go" as we were leaving i tried moving my teeth with my tongue and they fell out he asked me "Did they do this to you" I responded "No" and then i spit 3 teeth it was a fucking nightmare the feeling and all i looked myself in some kind of a mirror i could see my reflection and saw that i did not have the teeth that had fallen out i was begging to get angry and i woke up from the excitetment This was around afternoon so i jumped out of my bed and checked my teeth and they were there damn it was a relief
08.12.2012Yellow Paper Quiz, Lunch, Athletics (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I remember being inside of a classroom, and it's way to small for it to be considered something related to university, and it had too much of a childish environment to it. The walls are light sky blue or maybe white, and it's mostly because this serves as the heavy coating to make the wise and long bricks feel smooth, VERY smooth. I'm sitting in the left section of class, and 5-10 feet (give or take) away from me is the exit to the classroom. This room itself reminded me of a middle school I used go to (Thornton Middle School), but some of the people that I saw looked old enough to be in High School though. The situation that I was in at the moment felt like we were going to be quizzed on something, because I heard some kind of authoritative voice somewhere in the background, and I didn't really pay attention to trying to find the source of that voice. The table that each student is sitting out consists of a glossy gray ceramic top, a very think top, with think metal rods (I'd assume it would be black) as the leg support for the top. If you stretched your hand out all the way on the desk you're sitting on, you would be able to feel the slight dip near the edge (but not completely on) of the desk. It was thin. but long enough to spread horizontally on the desk. These yellow pieces of paper were handed out, and they looked like the type of paper that would be served as writing down a To-Do List. The were thin black lines going across this paper, and it paper itself was maybe 2-4 wide and 5-6 inches long I guess. I remember seeing a few dream characters, but only through quickly glancing at them. One noticeable dream character that keeps popping in my head as I say this is a girl named Sarah. Sarah was just like the waking life counterpart that I remembered from High School as a Junior who was on the tennis team I was in as well (Note to self, it was the older Sarah). In the dream, she was wearing a yellow top of some sort, maybe a sweater, or maybe a light and soft material (cotton, something like that) jacket over a simple shirt. She has her left hand over her mouth, and is using her left elbow to rest on the desk. Her hair is black, tied up from the back, and she looks at me quickly. I could see her slightly bigger eye pupils form for a few seconds when looking at me. It's now time for the quiz, and there's two questions (it wasn't until later I realized it was 3). They were simple questions, but the first one is something I can't remember unfortunately. The second question involved knowing an answer by paying attention to the words put on the paper. So in a way, the question wanted another way to say those words as an answer. I can't really recall how I felt during this quiz, but if it's done through a small slip of yellow paper, with no proper heading format or anything like that, I'd assume this was a quiz that wouldn't be graded. After I answered both of the questions, and I can't remember what I put down exactly, but I had a hunch that I should check the back of the paper to make sure there wasn't a question of any kind. Turns out I was right, but I can't remember what the question was exactly. I do know that it had the fewest words compared to the other two questions in front. I can't remember what happens next in the class, and something tells me that I did actually see who the teacher was in the classroom. This person looked a lot like the waking life counterpart who used to be a P.E. coach at Thornton middle school. He was a tall young male, had a facial stubble (5 o' clock shadow beard), and wore a simple blue polo shirt that had a slight glow to it, along with basic Khaki long dress pants. Judging by the face that is stained in my mind while typing this, it looks like he's listening to a student's question, and seems to already know what to answer to them. He has his teeth showing a little bit as well. Anyway, after the quiz was done, I have a dream shift where I feel it's lunch time. I had to get out of the school building I was at, and wanted to go somewhere else to get something to eat. While I'm walking, I believe I hear that song from Code Lyoko that would always start when there's something passive to watch, and this was most apparent when looking at scenes from the Kadic Academy the main characters would go to. Anyway, I'm walking along a random path, and the atmosphere feels sort of misty, just a bit. It felt like it had rained previously, judging by how the the skies were slightly darker. The sky was still mostly blue, but a hint of gray was starting to come in. I believe I'm walking on a fairly new tarred layered ground, and I think I see a fancy black metal fence going quite a ways from where I was heading too, but didn't really pay much attention to see if it would change. I felt hungry, and imagined how it would feel holding a Styrofoam lunch tray with food in it, and I as I'm walking, I mentally imagined myself eating whatever it is by popping it into my mouth as if I was eating a small bite-sized snack bag. I also was able to see myself in third person as well! I had my hair cut, but not completely to where I was bald or anything. It was close to the amount of hair I have on me now, but not by a lot. I believe I'm wearing a gray shirt, a shirt that slightly conforms to my torso structure. I'm also wearing faded out black skinny jeans, and I looked really weird in them. My thighs were a little fat, and the rest down was skinny, and my whole lower region wasn't completely disproportionate or anything like that, it just felt weird seeing myself wear tight pants. I think I'm wearing black sneakers, with a big white Nike check symbol showing up on the tongue of the shoe. Not really the type of shoe I normally wear because I don't really care much on what I wear as long as I can wear it with almost anything. It feels I'm skipping a little bit along the way as I'm looking at myself in third person view. Dream shifts again, and now I'm in a locker room. It has lighting the emits a dark yellow color, but it doesn't stop the impression that the locker room looks very dark in a few parts. There was some kid that looked like the Freshmen who was on the tennis team I was part of as a Senior in High School. I didn't pay much attention to him because I hated him. Spoiler for Here's the reason why: I didn't really mind this guy being on the tennis team at all, they were all freshmen, and I was a senior, and I didn't really have that temptation that most seniors would do by making fun of the freshmen. There was one day where we were practicing after school. I was practicing some Kick serves, and this was probably weeks after I finally elevated how served completely (I was really really really good at serving because I finally had the complete kinetic chain to pull off the kick serves, and other serves down). Anyway, I go to the other side of the court, and I believe the assistant coach asked me to tell one of the freshmen to move to the other courts on the right side, for the sake of priority for those on higher levels of junior varsity and varsity. I decided I should let Samuel move, because he wasn't really anyone I could play against, because he wouldn't be able to return the ball to me at all in rallies. It wasn't being bias, I just didn't want to waste time with someone I'd constantly have to find a new ball to start a new rally. I was a VERY nice guy on this tennis team, VERY quiet, but still nice and respectful to ALL people. I asked him NICELY if he could move to the other court per assistant coach's request. Then he decides to be a little cunt and says no. Okay, don't mind your resistance, so I asked nicely again in a soft tone if he could please move to the other court. He says No again, and even adds his own mini Gettysburg address to me too. Sweating in the heat, repressed rage starts boiling up and I screamed at that little cunt to just "GO NOW!" while pointing my hand to the right. Everyone that was in range of me stopped and looked at me in shock. But I didn't care, I looked at him in rage, and he tried to defend himself, but everyone is looking him, so he would only make himself look like a incompetent asshole. He ends up grumbling and complying to my loud but comprehensible scream at him. Now that you know why I didn't give a damn about that demon spawn, let's move on. I realize that I'm wearing a completely different outfit than what I wore while getting something to eat for lunch. It was a light blue jeans, the country-styled one that was a little bigger for me. I felt something wet underneath my crotch and rear regions. I assumed it was sweat, since it was something I was conscious of a lot after a certain event where someone told me I was wet in a certain region (between the upper sections of my thighs and under the crotch region). I also noticed I was wearing a black outfit, probably a sweater, that was also too big for me. I use this to my advantage, and quickly pull the bottom ends of the sweater to cover up that wet region on the pants. I look around to see if anyone was looking, but it seems the little cover up went through just fine. I walk around a bit in the locker room, looking at the several white sinks spread out in a row for several sections, maybe 2-4 small rows with 3-4 sinks each. I turn a few on, and most of the switches looked weird. I just let the water flow for a while before turning it off. _________________________08.12.2012Flower for Me? (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I remember being in a store, or maybe a school library, can't really tell. I opened a transparent door to get out, and saw that people were going to move stuff inside the area I'm trying to leave. For some odd reason, I turn around to look at the lady that I probably talked to before heading out, and she already knew what I wanted to saw, and nodded. And the reason that wasn't verbally stated was to help these people move the objects in. They didn't feel heavy at all, and while I'm dropping one near the area, the same lady comes in to slide a flower on top of the side of my head. I didn't know why she gave me the flower, but I couldn't reject her small gift of appreciation for helping out. _________________________08.12.2012Ada Wong: Assignment Ada Stage Replica (DILD) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I see someone walking slowly on some flat rock surface. I could tell it's a female because of the dark gray/black boots they're wearing. I start to see more than just the legs, going up to the rear, and finally the back of the person, and then their head and torso regions. I realized this is Ada Wong, and she's in her outfit from "Assignment Ada" in Resident Evil 4. She's still walking casually, and I also noticed that the dream environment she's in is almost exactly like the stage where you play in "Assignment Ada." I see her health bar, just like how it shows up in the video game, with the name "Ada" and everything like that. Except, usually, there's a semi-circular bar that represents how much health you have, and when it's filled up with a green color, you're in full health. Problem is, there is no green bar filled up, and there isn't even any red color to show that she would be in danger of dying at all! It's completely blank, and she's still walking for some reason. I also feel as if something is constantly draining her energy, and I see that she dies, or at least it seemed that way because she made that "Oooooooooh......." sound if she died in the actual game. The dream resets where she's walking at the first area of the Island Military type stage again, still walking slowly, and this time, she starts making weird sounds, as if she's struggling. Like "O-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-oooooooooh" (Maybe I should show a Youtube Link because I'm horrible at making sounds here lol). Spoiler for 18+ Blood: (If you look at 1:09 at the video with the guy shooting her, that's the sound she made) I felt as if I was telling her that each time in those few dream resets that there was something behind her. I'm still seeing things in spectator mode, and I find myself rotating the perspective angle to see what's behind Ada. There's nothing at all following her, no Plagas soldiers trying to shoot her with arrows, spiked clubs, electrical batons, nothing at all! So what is it that's "killing" her? It didn't take long for the dream to shift to where she's a little it ahead of where she died. After I watch her move for a while, I realized this is the very same part in Assignment Ada where she would have to fend off quite a few Plagas soldiers. I'm now seeing Ada completely in third person. In fact, the angle I'm seeing her is a little bit more zoomed out than usual. I didn't notice it at first, but I'm mentally taking control of some of her actions. It wasn't much, just minor actions like coordinating her to the left or right. The environment itself is somewhat like the Island Stage. There's the little cartel boxes that are next to the window that she could jump into the small fort/building with the ladder in it Then the camera angle changes to where I see Ada's left side, just from the bottom of her torso region all the way up to her face. Then I felt something moving above her, so the camera angle pans over to the top, and there goes J.J with his Gatling Gun. If you don't know who J.J is, that's the nickname of the Plagas victim who is a big and fat man. Imagine that, and him wearing a Red Beret, along with some orange-red glowing eyes, and a bunch of machine gun ammo formed as an X around his shoulders and chest. J.J doesn't notice Ada there, because he himself is in progress of going down the path from all the way up. I take advantage of this and scrolled the camera angle so that Ada would take proper aim with the Sniper Rifle she's now holding in her hands. She quickly zooms in to where I see the interface to move around the aim sights, zoom in and out, etc. J.J realizes he's going to be shot, so he tries to quickly lift up his Gatling Gun, but Ada already took a dead accurate head shot on him. I knew that J.J can take quite a few Sniper Bullets before he permanently stays on the floor dead, but when he already makes the dying sigh, I thought he was dead. Maybe it could just be an auditory flaw with synching the enemy's dying voice or something like that, or maybe it could just be a trick he's playing with Ada. Usually, J.J shakes his head a bit to recover from the Sniper Bullet shot, which he does, and I wanted to get Ada to prepare to shoot his head again when he lifts his head up. However, he quickly gets his gun up, and I quickly make Ada dash to the wall of the fort/building I mentioned above with the ladder inside. I see the machine gun bullet paths piercing the the top section of the mini-fort/building, all of the dust and residue coming up sporadically. I think after J.J takes a break from shooting to see if she's still there, I quickly get Ada to shoot J.J in the head this time. I'm not sure if he's already dead at this point, but I assume he is since he's not shooting back at all. I'm not back to seeing Ada from a slightly zoomed out perspective again, and I watch her move forward on her own without trying to think anything. Then I tried to mentally control her actions by thinking "Left" "Right" a few times, which didn't work, but when I start imagine how she would look like moving left and right, it starts working. She's now complying with most of my mental commands. What's funny is that during this, I could swear I had my waking life eyes opened slightly to where I could see my right arm on top of something. I tried my best to not think about waking life, and went back to focusing on controlling Ada's movements mentally. I do some weird commands for this woman. I told her that she would go under the Island that she's at, and she literally goes under and through it like it was invisible or something. Then the Island starts to disappear, and the environment starts manifesting generic objects until there's completely nothing but a slightly faded white void that Ada is running into. I command her to do a roll on the floor where she would have to put her head on the ground first and then bring the rest of her body with it. I make her continue to do this to where I want her constantly doing it without me telling her all the time. Then I say she will move into a different scene. The faded bright color void she's rolling quickly through starts to change gradually. However, as this is happening, I fee the dream is fading out a little bit, and I think I open my waking life eyes.
Updated 08-13-2012 at 01:34 AM by 47756
08.11.2012Lab Meniscus, Movies, Calculus (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I slept around 3AM or so, because of some party (when I didn't really party lol), and talking on the DV tinychat with another forum that went on it by accident (and some were actually interested in lucid dreaming too! And their forum name would be abbreviated as DV as well!). Funny how things turned out that way. I honestly thought I wouldn't remember any dreams, because I thought I would have to wake up in 3 hours time to pack some stuff to go back to my apartment, but I slept maybe for 7 hours, with a short WBTB in between that, so I guess that helped with the dream recall. Then again, I didn't remember any dreams before during the WBTB though. I'm happy that I got some decent dream recall with the horrible sleeping pattern I had to deal with from the late night party. I remember things starting out in a room that looks like the one I was in during my Junior year for Chemistry Pre-AP. The lights that would flicker abnormally was there, and I sat at the seat (or close to it) that I was in in waking life before a few years ago. It had black top, and a think but durable wooden base to support it, the flooring had a vanilla type of color to it, where you can see the reflections of the lights above it if you really looked into them. More people started to come, and then I tried focusing on who the teacher actually is. I can't remember her face exactly, in fact, I don't even thing it qualifies as a human being. All I remember was seeing an entity with body parts with different shades of purple. I knew she was a female, and I knew she had a wacky hairstyle, and I think she was even floating at some point. All I do know was that when she talked to the class, her voice was awesome, and she was an awesome teacher as well! I believe all we had to do was watching a movie for the rest of the class time. As the lights were slowly turning off, I rest my arms on the table and watched the whole movie throughout the class time. This part coming up is what confuses me..... There's a dream shift where I have to go to another science related class (or maybe I'm at the same classroom??? It's so hard for me to tell...), and after some random searching in the hallway, I find one that looks like the classroom I needed to go to. I look at the seating arrangement, and it seems we're doing some kind of lab activity where teach table is designed for a specific lab method for experiments. I blindly go to a seat, but I think someone informs me that based on what I did before, "Dot Picking" or something like that was what I was assigned to do. It felt weird that dot picking would be an appropriate term for a method to use for an experiment, but I just went with it. I sit at the table at the right section of the classroom, and I forget who my partner is, it was probably a randomly generated dream character, since I didn't get any kind of hunches that it could be some dreaming life counterpart to waking life. We had a Graduated Cylinder, a little bigger than your usual one, and we had to fill 1 Liter of some blue liquid. I get up , go to the left side of the classroom where there's a set of lab tables with the same black top as the one I'm assigned to, and I get ready to pour out the blue liquid. As I'm pouring it slowly, I tried to use common sense lab procedure and fill it all the way until the meniscus hit the 1 Liter (or was it 1 mL?) mark. I swore this would be the easiest thing to do in a lab, but as I ask my random dream character lab partner if I filled it to 1 L (I'm just going to go with Liters), they keep saying "No." I tilted my head downwards, zoomed in very closely at the meniscus, and I could've sworn it hit the 1L mark! It's barely there, or maybe my perception in the dream was skewed. After a constant series of "No" "No" "No," I forget if I gave up on it and let the partner do it, or maybe I finally did. Now I know how Patrick the Starfish feels in Spongebob when he opened that Pickle Jar.....because I would be screaming with joy if I could fill it to 1L in this dream..... I think we had to mix this blue liquid with something else to give this weird muddy color, but that was based on my assumption of looking at someone from another table shaking their liquids together. Not only that, I wasn't cognizant that they shouldn't have been shaking it in the first place....you can just shake chemicals like you're a madman! This whole classroom was contradiction to all basic lab procedures, and I went with this horrible logic to! Shame on me.... There's another dream shift, because I honestly don't know how I go here, but now I'm at a university/college type of lecture room where we had a few minutes before class would be over. I think it was 2 minutes to be precise, but boy, those two minutes felt like freaking 5-10 minutes while I'm in here. There's some random Asian kid who wants to show off this movie he made with the help of family members and friends for another class project. As he starts it on the computer, it shows up on the big screen emitting from the projector. The background was black where he and his relatives and friends acted in, and how they go about "acting" was so weird. The guy would walk, and someone would walk in line from him, and then try to lightly hit him with a paddle that you would use from a canoe. What?????????????? This movie is SO LAME, but I kept quiet of course, and then it had random scenes shifting from different angles.....it's was like trying to make turning on an mp3 player the most dramatic thing you could do in life. Loooool. Anyway, I eventually just ignored whatever showed up on the screen, and waited until class was over. I can't remember how I knew when it was over, but I eventually left the classroom, and had the thought that I had to go to one more classroom. By this time, it felt like I was wearing white dress shirt tucked into some long black dress pants that I was wearing. I think I even wore a red tie, along with some fancy black lace-less shoes that were slightly bigger than my actual foot size. I could feel that the front end that my foot could barely touch bend a little as I began to run lightly to my random destination. I could feel a slight breeze hitting the long sleeve dress shirt I was wearing, and something tells me as I'm dashing towards the long hallway, I had to change my direction and go upstairs. I head upstairs, and kept going up maybe 1-2 more levels until I saw that two people were just standing there in the middle base before you could go to the next set of stairs. I wondered why they were waiting, and then turned my head to the right to see that there's some kind of maintenance work being done. The stairs were completely gone to get the next level I needed to go to, and I saw that through the entrance to get to that level, there were normal people (as in teachers) inside their rooms, so it definitely wasn't shut down. The mediums that they used to extend to the next wall was some kind of long and yellow object. It seemed they were going up into the insides of the ceiling to fix something. I see a man wearing a dark blue dress shirt and jeans, and also had construction helmet on as well (probably orange or yellow). He's going down a ladder slanted and on the wall, and I get the urge to just walk on these series long yellow objects to get into the level I felt I needed to go to. Before I do, I remembered some features of the two people just standing there watching them do maintenance work. One was female, she was wearing a pink dress shirt, with the bottom ends not buttoned up. She wore some kind of vanilla or khaki colored shirt underneath the dress shirt. She had long Khaki dress pants as well, with tan brown lace-less (I think they were lace-less) shoes. She was a blonde, and based on her visage and body weight, she looked like she was in her late 20s or early 30s. The outfit alone looked like she could be a teacher in this school building, and she also had a brown purse hanging on her right shoulder I believe. She was slightly chubby, she looked like that kind of mother that would try to work out, has a decent body ratio, but still ends up feeling chubby because of children and stress from work or something lol. These body features of hers, even though they were covered up, were actually appealing to me. Now for the other person, the male, I forget how he looked like...I was more interested in the female's body and facial composition. Her face had an apricot/peach tone to it, wasn't pale at all, and I think she had some makeup, but not a lot, just for enhancing her cheeks a bit. Anyway, somehow I work my way into balancing on the long and yellow objects (I think they were 12-20 inches wide, so that was a fairly thin path for me to walk on) and get to the floor level. I look left and right, and as I'm turning on the right side, through peripheral vision, I could tell that the setting for the dream was either close to afternoon time, or during early morning time. The floor I'm on has a blue carpet layering to it, the walls are plastered with a very light sky blue paint on it, and I believe at some point here, I asked someone for directions to my math class. The man looked familiar, but I can't remember his name from the High School I attended years ago. He was Caucasian, looked like he was in his early or mid 40s, wore a light gray shirt, had a little beard growing on the sides of his jawline, probably, and he probably wore dark blue sport shorts with a gray lining going vertically on the sides....or maybe he just wore long light blue jeans...not sure....but the sport shorts is what came into my mind at first. I forget what he tells me, but I acknowledge him trying to help me, and he goes on his own way. I wait for a while at the room I think I'm supposed to go into. I even decided to go in a little to peek in, and noticed that 5-15 feet in front of me were 1-2 computers out on a light gray table top with thin metal black legs supporting it. The computers themselves are black, and they looked like one of those Dell PCs. The whole room has dark and cool colors. The lighting isn't as bright as it should be, and the walls themselves had a lighter version of blue, just like the walls outside. I go back out, and forget what I did in the mean time, but eventually, I see an older man come into the same room I went into. He's wearing a white dress shirt like I am, red tie, and black dress pants. He looks a lot like my Geometry teacher I had in High School. Let's call him McReynolds. I quick ask the man, "Mr. McReynolds?" and he turns his head to the right to see who it was behind him, but I don't remember him saying anything. He went inside the classroom, and I followed him, and I showed up a piece of paper I randomly had. I turned out being the schedule for all my classes, and when I gave it to him, I explained to him why I came in all of a sudden. I told him that I moved to another school to take a few courses, and then came back here to finish the rest, so that's why I came in on short notice. He nods, and I asked him a question about how Calculus would be like for me. I can understand why I asked him that, because I'm nowhere close to being a math prodigy, all I would do to pass the class is memorize a few derivatives that I know WILL solve and answer, and leave that work ethic just at that. Surprisingly, he tells me in a confident tone that a smart guy like me won't have too much of a problem with the course, since Calculus 1 would just be generic formulas and such. I think he's overestimating me here.... After listening to his words of encouragement, I forget what happens next.
Spoiler for dream plot: A dream that is somewhat sims 3 themed. The dream involves me datting my brother and trying to have sex with Phillip my real life abuser. This then continues to a strange competition where we are trying to best each other in sex. As well as a real life dream sex show. Comeing soon.
Updated 08-13-2012 at 02:02 AM by 57223
Approaching the Void [Trip Report] Salvia divinorum Date: August 10th, 2012 Dose: T+0:00: 1 hit, smoked, Salvia divinorum (100 mg extract) Last night, after my parents went to bed, I decided to get out the salvia I'd been holding on to for a while now. The extract I have is standardized to contain 100 mg of salvinorin A per gram, and if you know anything about salvinorin A then you'll know that's a lot! I wanted to be cautious as it had been at least a year and a half (if not more) since the last time I smoked salvia or really did anything like it, so I loaded a very small amount of it into one of my bongs that I've found to mask the taste and (usually) harshness of just about anything very well. This is significant, because salvia tastes pretty nasty and you often need big hits to get appreciable effects out of it. After filling it with water and preparing myself, I grabbed my torch lighter and took it all in one inhale. I've read many reports of people smoking salvia and saying they always get a slow come-up, or they gets lots of psychedelic-like visuals over reality. While salvia has given me those things before, the first time in a session always hits me like a train with no warning whatsoever, and is nothing but pure dissociative ego loss. I was sitting upright on my bed after I put the bong down, and by the time I let out the hit I was already slipping away. My first thought, which I actually voiced, was "I remember this now." I think I at least mostly understood that when I said it. There was this feeling of approaching the void that salvia always gives me, like I was about to be unplugged from reality. Of course, higher doses actually put you in the void... but that's another story. I wasn't really sure whether or not I was hallucinating at the time, but I do recall that the left door to my room closet and the front-right corner of the bed (from my perspective) had now taken on distinctly humanoid personae, and I spent the rest of the trip talking half to them and half to no one in particular. I felt that they were trying to explain the situation to me, and I responded "Oh, I guess I should wait my turn. I'm supposed to just lie down like this?", after which I knelt down forward on to the bed, not actually fully changing from my sitting position. Immediately after I shot back up and asked "Wait, I'm in control of this, right?" This was a meaningless question, my ego's last attempt to save itself. At the time I wouldn't even have been able to tell you who I was. I felt (mistakenly) affirmed that I was indeed in control, and I so I got back down and rested the side of my face on the bed. I believe I was just waiting for the trip to start (a strange sensation I often get on low doses of salvia), but then shortly afterward cognition started returning to me and I realized that it was already ending. I got up and had an increased amount of energy while walking around, and I couldn't help giving in to the strange feeling of gravity constantly pulling me to the left and ended up twirling around a bit. Shortly thereafter, I returned to full sobriety. This trip was weak but significant because it reminded me of something that I used to know, but that had been lost to hazy memories and too much drug use: With salvia, you either go for broke or you go home. Like I said, my first time in the session is always just an experience with the void, and afterwards I tend to get more powerful sensory hallucinations. I wanted to see if I could work around that by starting small, but I forgot that not experiencing that feeling all the way just makes me not want to do it again because it feels like I'm still going to have to break through before I get to anything worthwhile, so I might as well get the discomfort out of the way in the beginning. I won't be forgetting next time.
Updated 08-11-2012 at 04:49 PM by 50803
8-10-2012 It was a fitful night of sleep but a very productive one. Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 over most of dream Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 D1 First Job There was a lot of chaotic dream imagery going on in my childhood home. By the end of it, I remember a replay of the day I went off to my first real job. It didn’t really happen like the dream, this was as if it was being reacted again. From what little I remember of the day, this dream’s reenactment had a lot more upbeat-ness to it than the real event. There were other people there as well that were not there in real life but the real participants didn’t interact with them almost as if they were extras just there to fill in the background. The overall feeling was that my mom and I were so glad that I was finally going off to a real job; we were almost giddy with happiness. I’ve been working since I was 16 and was never giddy to start any job. Notes: I see this as my subconscious putting on a play on this subject. My subconscious’ retelling of the event is an interesting take and one that makes me focus on my own possibly dower mindset and questioning the amount I worry. I guess that time should have been a giddy one being as big as it was but why it wasn’t is now something to think about. Awake, I tossed off the covers I was way too hot. Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 over most of dream Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 D2 Necromancing Again, a lot of chaotic dream happenstances going on in dry outside “scrub” areas. I am flying around a lot in a California area. I see a nice California suburb and a nice house on a hilly street and fly in only to see the family right there behind the door and they are up to something. They are all (father/mother/20+son/16+daughter) going to rollerblade out the front door, down the street and down a very very steep street to the bottom of the hilly area where a train track was; it looked deadly but they were very happy and getting ready to go. As I looked down where they would go my attention followed and I was now looking at another typical California house but not in a comfortable suburb and more on its own and with large succulents growing in the front yard made of rocks and sand. This house had a retention pond next to it filled with green water. There was a road in front of the house and in the road was a dead cat with dried blood and body fluids staining the road. Thinking about the cat gave me a higher level of lucidity and I commanded, “back to life and all [internal] parts back the way they were” and I made a gesture with my hand to push life energy out toward and into it. Nothing happened. Still I sat waiting. Then it moved, the mound of fur got up off the blood stained area and I could see the cat’s face and its legs clearly. It staggered slightly as if it had woken from anesthesia or something, down toward the retention pond where it took a good drink. Afterward the reanimated cat walked off to my left toward the house still groggy but seemingly perfectly fine. I was happy that I had found a new dream power. While awake I pulled up the covers being way too cold. I tried to remember the alive cat. Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 over most of dream Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 D3 Father in the lot There was more chaotic activity and I flew around but I came to a vacant lot that seemed to be somewhere in a central North Carolina area with that red soil. For some reason I was looking for a link to the real physical world from here in the dream world and I thought I could find it here. I looked over the lot, there were a lot of people here milling around and I asked them but they had no idea what I was talking about. I circled the lot from the road front to the back and then back up to the road front finding nothing. I was pretty lucid at this point and noticed dreamers popping into this area either from other dreams or from just falling asleep, it was an interesting area, especially for a weeded empty lot. Then someone popped in that looked like my father when he was in his 20’s. I was a bit shocked thinking if that was really him. He stood there looking off into the distance smoking a cigarette with a lot of attitude like they used to in those old movies. I fully realized he could look however he felt, this is the dream world. I walked past him looking. Then he turned to me, I saw it really was him and we both hugged. Then I said “So, Welcome to North Carolina” and as I put my hands out encompassing the dry dirty red soiled vacant lot and street, a boy popped in right to my right with a look of complete surprise. I was annoyed with this dreamer getting in my way and pushed him out of my way with my arm. In hindsight I remember this boy back from a dream I had of looking in a mirror and I was he, a towheaded 10-year-old chubby white boy with a crew cut. I ignored the boy and walked back to the back of the lot with my father following, he was more concerned with how he felt than anything anyone else was doing. I asked a dreamer that looked like he knew something where this was but he just looked at me for a second then looked back at the rusted stove he was wresting with, with some other guys. I wandered around and found my way inside a department store inside an open-air mall. I was still trying to find a connection between here in the dream world and the physical world and was very aware of the dreaming world’s rules. While wandering around this place I rhetorically asked a three foot tall impressionistic statue of a T-Rex “where is this place” and it started to come to life, which shocked me! This small yellow metal impression of a T-Rex had been given some of my life by me asking it something, by my giving it my attention and this I felt sorry for since it was barely a T-Rex or anything, it was bad art that would have a life like that so I foolishly as a reflex said to it “oh sorry” which only served to give it more life! It then jumped off the shelf it was on and down to the floor very alive and becoming more so. It looked up at me like it was speaking but I heard nothing. This was uncomfortable and felt sorry for it so I walked past it to take my attention from it so it could go wherever such unintended creations went. I saw a sales girl behind the makeup counter and asked her my now constant question but more pointedly so that she knew what I was talking about, “where is a point of reference between the physical world and this one?” She looked at me with a sarcastic look of “are you nuts?” Then I see one of those cash register laser guns red lights and think that maybe the point of a common link between the two worlds is not a thing but an energy, maybe the photons can be that link. I woke up and was still too cold and now ached too, I felt like I had been on my back for hours.
7-31-2012 My goal of controlling the theme of the dream was surprisingly easy. Getting into a feeling that I expect the dreams to come to be in has been so easy even that it is now hard not to do. This has given me a lot of control over the dream world even if I am nowhere near lucid. With new power there are new problems namely what controls the controller. I control the theme of the dream but those feelings I use to control the dreams sometimes come from the night’s influential dreams and not what I wanted. This has given me whole nights of dreams with all the same feel to them; this is actually kind of tiring and boring. I need to work on creating feelings independent of any influences upon me. Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 D1 Enchanted cottage I was wandering around an elementary school wondering why I was there and what I was supposed to do. Eventually I got fed up and found the exit. Just before the doors I stood looking around to see if there was anything I could do. I didn't see anything worth doing just kids walking around and administrators directing the kid’s traffic, so I decided to teleport (tp) somewhere. I thought it would be strange for people to see me tp so I walked outside to look for a secluded spot to tp in. Outside I saw an ornate manhole cover and thought that would be a good spot to tp on. Standing on it though opened up a passage to another dream world, an enchanted forest. Within arm's reach was a large heavy old dark wooden door with ornate patterns similar to the manhole cover but more so. Entering I saw it was like a cottage/club house with 2 young twenty-something women sitting on the floor. I went over to them and saw they were rolling dice and small bones and other things on the circular rug on the floor. I walked onto the rug with them and they were totally accepting of my presence there so I moved some of the clutter away to make room to sit down with them. Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 over most of dream Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 D2 Phone Call from Subconscious I'm wandering around another elementary school wondering why I'm there and what I'm supposed to be doing. I look for the exit a lot sooner this time. Outside I think about finding my car but I can't see all of them from the entrance so I fly up to get an overview. Looking down at all the similar looking cars I realise this task is futile and so is my flying here. Slowly I descend. Apparently the school is on beach land and the school is surounded by that pine shrubbery which I then descend into. I feel the hurts of lowwering into this scrub but the pain is not painful. I say "That's one of the perils of flying, landing" as I walk out of the scrub area. One of the librarian types I saw inside the school is standing there telling me she had something for me to do inside if I was up to it. I said I was and followed her back to the school but just before I got inside I heard a phone ringing. I stopped and checked my pocket and there was a phone unlike my real phone, I was surprised. Pulling it out I realized it was not mine at all but it was still ringing so I opened it. It had tiny instruction card adhered to it and those clear fake display stickers that are on new phones, it was brand new. Curious I said my "hello" into the phone in a unsure high-pitched voice. "Are you a kid?" I heard the unknown caller say and replied with my name but I heard nothing so I spoke again and louder. I did this a few more times till I was yelling into the phone hoping the person on the other side could hear me. By now I had walked behind the woman into the library and went over to her at a table where she was making something with construction papers of different colors.
I haven't updated my journal in a while. The following dream happened this morning on the 10th August. It was early in the day, and as it turns out, a French citizen who Patrick Geryl, a 2012 survivalist partnered up with, was going off to Israel. Friday morning. I'm browsing through the Barometer Bob show. It turns out that the host was ill the previous night, and so one viewer comments on the Stormchat group on Facebook, "I wasn't planning on this". Well, I'm back at my high school now. Apparently this was a school day in the middle of summer, and I'm talking to this girl about something I saw on twitter the other day. "Say, did you hear about that article?" "What article?" she says, apparently full of interest. "That one about the fact that apparently, psychiatrists will suspect that you're a psychopath if you don't have a Facebook account!" "Really? That's pretty funny!" Now, I don't know what it was about this particular conversation. Maybe it's the fact that I never talked to her much, or that she was originally planning on majoring in psychology, or even the school she's going to. But something about the talk makes me wonder whether she really liked me. Whatever it was, she looked awfully beautiful that morning. FOSSIL FOUND IN ORDOVICIAN ROCK Somewhere around this time there's a discovery made of a large vertebrate fossil near Udora, Ontario, about 30 km NE or ENE of a town called Newmarket. We find the specimen neatly preserved in igneous rock. This doesn't make any sense. Much of Southern Ontario was covered by seawater during the Ordovician, meaning that nearly all the rock would be limestone, not volcanic. And there weren't a lot of vertebrates to speak of. I'm compelled to write a fairly comprehensive Wikipedia article, and it turns out to be quite long as well. Back in Israel, I'm visiting a special agency website. As it turns out, it's offering a journalism job to "entrepreneurial Facebook users", whatever that meant. Somehow, I'm back at my high school again, attending a graduation convocation for band students in the music room who will be leaving for the year. Someone gives out between three and ten tips for future students, and they're quite worth paying attention to.
Obscure dream about an aircraft carrier type ship that covered about 3/4 of the atlantic ocean. I think it was intended to be some giant artificial country.
I was at the headquarters of some giant company, looked like the designs for the new Apple HQ, I was doing some sort of volunteer work. At some point I got hired. I remember a theme of suspicion. Someone was up to something evil there, and the whole dream I was just sort of snooping around.
non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening (...) I am at the edge of a balcony, slightly aware I'm dreaming and making considerations about lucid dreams. I am not afraid of the height because I know I can fly or hover and will not hit the floor if I fall. But that's not enough. I realize that I need not to be afraid of hitting the floor, because there is no floor. I make an effort to become fully lucid to do an experiment. I let my body lean forward and just let go of all fears and all doubts. My body goes through the dream balcony and I free fall. I only feel the uncomfortable sensation in the stomach, of falling in the void, for about 2 seconds and then its gone. I see the ground closer and closer but I also go through it and then I'm free falling in the darkness. I don't make any effort to stop it, I let go completely. After a while, the falling sensation stops by itself and I find myself being laid out gently on a grassy patch under a tree at nightime. I feel peace and I feel like meditating. I decide to get up and do a walking meditation. I try to visualize a Buddha against the night sky. I can't. Instead I see a white light that starts from a point and expands into the shape of an angel like figure. From it I hear a "hello". The light shines brighter and I hear again "Hello, [my name]!". I recognize the voice of my guru. I don't just recognize his voice, I feel him! Hard to explain the entirety of what happens in these few moments. I feel overwhelmed. I wake up.
I was a young child at my grandmas place. Me and another child were in the shed playing a game. it was some kind of car game. the game was somehow linked to my real life and Ben an old sexual partner and where to sleep while getting him to sleep next to me. There was also some mention of the people inside being too hot. My friend said we were fine in the shed. I said that's because we have an air-conditioner in the shed while they only have one for the lounge and one for the kitchen. I thought that doesn't sound right. When I raced around the toy car the aim was to hit a certain object. There was a power up I kept finding too powerful for the car and kept switching back and forth. I also had to avoid objects that sometimes moved and would multiply as the game got harder. I got to level 9 before I couldn't find the object I was supposed to hit. An unexpected surprise I travelled outside to find the object and couldn't find it. Instead what I found was a lobster in a bag. I felt sorry for the poor creature. And remembering that there was a beach just a few paces away I decided to set it free. My friend came with me, something I didn't expect but was glad she did. As I walked, I kept shaking the bag down afraid the lobster would hurt me. The lobster kept getting closer to my hand, the closer I got to the beach. When it was nearly at my hand, it was no longer a lobster but a kitten. I kept shaking the bag down now afraid of the kitten. Then I remembered my kitten at home bites me all the time and it doesn't hurt. So I let the kitten out of the bag. I let it bite my hand. It didn't hurt just like at home. I then realised the beach wasn't the proper place to let it free and resolved to free it in the park. Escape I was embarrassed and sure my friend wouldn't come with me this time. Again she surprised me by agreeing. Now we had a problem. How to leave the house without the adults knowing we had gone. I first went to go out the gate, then my friend warned me Grandma and Mum was out there. I could hear there voices chattering through the open gate and resolved to find another way. My friend suggested we get a taxi from the back yard drive way. At first I thought our parents would see us. I then realised they would only see the taxi, not us get into it. Then I realised the taxi drivers would be suspicious of two 5 year old children unaccompanied by an adult and told my friend so. It was then I came up with an idea. In the back yard was an alleyway. I suggested to my friend we go down there. My idea to cross the road go down the street and turn back to the park. She agreed. Everything went to plan, though we got a few strange looks from some people. Trouble started when just at the end of the street across from the park we ran into some policemen, who noticed us from the station. They stopped us and asked where we were going. I politely told them that we were off to the park to speak to the park man then straight off home. They told us they would wait for us at the front of the park to ensure we safely get home. Therefore presenting a problem of being caught. At the park we spoke to the park man, while a lady took a photo. Realising we couldn't be caught on camera we ran away. The cauliflower man Jumping and climbing from tree to tree we ran. Down below us the news told of two missing children while the police chased after us. We were quite famous. Eventually we ran into a strange looking man who resembled cauliflower. He was about to commit suicide. We convinced him not to. It turned out he was the owner of the cat. Running into the cauliflower man, we found a cauliflower costume that the man wore to make himself look normal. we hid in the costume. As we were walking, we talked to the man. a lady looked strangely at us. The man said he was praying. She didn't believe him and walked off. The Teacher The cauliflower man became a teacher. There was another teacher who was mean and successful. He had many trophies that he got to keep as long as his teaching was successful. The cauliflower man became a very popular teacher. The bad men's class kept emptying and emptying until there was no more students in his class. The Principal ordered all of his awards taken to the new teacher. The bad man swore revenge. When the principal came to check up on the cauliflower man's class he was seen telling off a student. The principal left happy. The cauliflower man, as soon as the principal left, showered the child with candy. The child happy, left to write in his book. In his book the child wrote pictures showing him having a conversation with his parents. This changed to a different scene of the kid talking to his parents. "how was school?" the father asked. "It was great we get to do nothing at school". "good" said his father. "we get candy every day" ,"great" said his father. "And he is dressed in a costume." "A costume?", 'Is it a cow?" "no","Is it a dog?" "no, its a cauliflower man." "What his father shouted angrily." "a cauliflower man." "No son of mine is going to school with a teacher dressed as cauliflower." The Lady The father kicked up a big fuss. He arranged to have the principal remove the man. The bad man happy of this news went to tell the Teacher. Luckily the teacher had been warned. He told everyone repeating everything we said in the costume. "I have decided to leave this school and start my own church where all the money will be given to charity." (The Teacher was unhappy at this last bit. We also had no money or church.) The Teacher became even more popular and all the children that were in his class instead went to his church. It was then that the teacher saw the same Lady from before. She apologised to him and said that she believes him now and gave him 3 million dollars, much to the cauliflower man's happiness. It was then I woke up.
Updated 08-15-2012 at 12:06 AM by 57223
This is the first entry to my dream journal on this site. I have good recall and don’t write down my dreams often, only when they start to slip. I’ve decided to do this as it has been said to be extremely important and I’m going to take their word for it. Last night had a pretty good dream and some fuzzy ones. The last thing I had before bed was some tea and then an apple, nothing particular to aid lucidity (although apple juice does help so why not apples?). Anyway, I was going to try WILDing again but was simply too tired. I went to sleep at my normal time, got to sleep normally. I read A Clash of Kings before bed. The Dream I was in a park sort of area with some people, two gangs. One of them I was a member of, a pretty important one too. Both groups were arguing over who owned a pair of broken bongos. A member of my gang, who had the voice of one of the smooth posers in Adventure Time, offered to fix the drums with a bongo-spanner, a small tool that looked like an small corkscrew. This offended the opposing gang leader, a short man with slicked back hair and a Spanish accent. He began insulting the smooth poser until my gangs leader stepped in and defending him. The enemy leader took this as a challenge and took out a knife. My gang drew weapons including a pipe, a cricket bat and a short dagger. I had some sort of wire held between two wheels. When the fight started, I snuck up on an enemy gang member and choked him to death. Some short woman with red hair and a Tommy gun called my methods too brutal. I dismissed these claims. The fight was unconvincing, like something from a B-movie. I woke up, almost wanting to laugh at the absurdity. I attempted a WBTB but realised it was morning already and there wasn’t enough time.
i was in a car with my family and i thought something wast right so i plugged my nose and i could breath so i yelled out im dreaming and ive always wanted to do that hand through the finger thing so i tried too push my finger through my hand and it worked but it felt wierd so i stopped and got out of the car and walked in a town where my cousin shawn was there and i knew i could comunicate with my subconsious so i said can i lucid dream tomorrow and shawn and all the people stopped and looked at me in confusment but i heard my subconsious say yes then i woke up. also for some reason i have been lucid dreaming for the past three days and i havent even been trying plz can someone tell me why the past three days iv been have ing lucid dreams