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I'm using the Subliminal technique to induce some kind of results. The first night as you readers would know I fell flat on my face pretty good due to stress. This was after I listened to the full song, nothing for the second night when I tried 15 minutes each. But now I listened to the entire first song and I ended up with some reasonable results.

Results:
everything was a bit more vivid and I remember so much more, it is still coming to me in pieces, but I'm grateful it's even coming to me at all . I'm surprised I'm able to even have a few memories of the first dream out of the 3. Before it was just one semi vivid shot. What I find also weird was the the fact that I barely remember the transitions from dream to dream, but I saw them for the first time. I thought my dreams just skipped O.o

The Dream:
Dream 1 had me and my little bro in it. We we're working together to get out of this weird water plant of some sort. It was an obstacle course kind of like those crazy Japanese game shows where people get the shiz knocked out of them. But this course required me and my brother's team work to figure out the landscape, and find the switches to help us find another exit. I'm pretty sure that if either of us did something wrong then we' fall into whatever kind of crazy water that was. I was in a metal lift and I was watching my brother work his way to a switch. I was hoping he'd hit the right one. He shimmied his way to it then he hit the switch and the lift worked. After that we were both trying to get out of there through a small door way on the floor.

The second dream came after this, as I said I barely remember the transitions but the fact that I have a fragment is something at least. Anyway; the second dream merges with the third one. after me and my bro fall through the little trap door, the scene changes. There is a weird fiery place where these creatures live and people die. There were catwalks everywhere that allowed us to walk over all of the molten metal carnage, but after that the 3rd dream transitions in and both work hand and hand to make the next plot.

The third dream (or section) had me, and almost everyone I know as of now located in this huge store warehouse next to a shore. Everyone in this place camped out, and chilled here. However I think there was more to it than just having a good time. Inside this warehouse there was a small entrance on the floor somewhere that allowed the creatures to come in and cause a ruckus. We had to run and take cover behind the giant isle shelves in order to keep out of reach of them as they stormed in. I remember this happening twice, and I was frantically trying to get something before they came the 1st time. I was around the house cleaning appliances section, and right in front of me I saw bathroom toilet papers in a nice stack. Other parts of the dream had me looking ou in the docking area of the warehouse where a ship could come in and directly have it's cargo unloaded into the warehouse. But instead there was a tent out there where someone from my class was. the little tent was on a float of some sort. Next to that there was a dock that allowed passage to the tent, and it was also where the scene outside changes between a parking lot and a dock. a car was out there (I think it was my car) and I walked up to it. I could see inside it, and I could see the little droplets of rain running down the car surface as I walked around it. There was also another section of the dream where I saw all 3 of my friends and some other ones. And we were sitting together somewhere and I was talking to them. the dream ended when everyone went into the place where the monsters were and confronted them. I remember only so much, but the things I do remember are vivid. And I would consider this a dream sign because it is happening more than once. There was a small waterfall of tar that was coming from somewhere in this place, and it ran down a moving escalator of some sort. As I looked at it, the tar ran down ahead and revealed countless skeletons. These skeletons were picked dry of everything; probably by the tar.

There were a number of other small things that I remember that are avoiding me right now. But the fact is that I'm surprised the vividness was to the level that it was in this dream. Now if this had been either an epic dream, or one of those dreams that I have on rare occasions that have a mass amount of detail, then I think there would be a lot of potential there. Especially the vivid dreams, which in their own category are entirely epic in every sense of the meaning. Those I'll cover some other time. I'm going to start trying to squeeze both songs in to see what kind of result I get starting tonight. Hopefully the results are some kind of lucidity, so I can work from there and my brain doesn't have an epic fart and send me into a tail spin so bad that my subconscious mind gets sent into the next astral plain and back. XD

The first dream was about sleeping with my friends mum and it was great. It did feel like I was in control as the son walked in and I remember commanding in my head that he would be okay with it and that he would leave. Although when it was getting to the climax she disappeared and then I went out the room to try and find her (it was dark) someone came out of nowhere and grabbed me. I woke up but I wasn't actually awake. I was in bed in a bedroom similar to mine but not totally similar and there was a dog with big floppy ears at the edge of the bed just looking at me and licking it's paws. I was trying to move but I couldn't. I knew this was SP but didn't know what to do and then eventually woke up.

I was still quite groggy when I woke up and knew this state would be prime to falling back into it. Soon enough I was entering a car with a guy and we were going somewhere in a rush (felt like we were the cartel or something) and I was aware that I was dreaming again and the first thing I wanted to do was have sex. So I created a brothel and told the guy driving to stop. I got to the door of the brothel and remember laughing and looking at the letters on the door (the name of the brothel) and said to myself "not it's not called that" and thinked of another name in my head, looked away and returned my gaze and it had changed. I can only remember the letters MU. I'm not sure. I know letters and numbers aren't meant to come up in lucid dreams, basically i think it was just gibberish. I went inside and it was your typical brothel stairway to the left dotted with alluring women. i confronted the first one and said "I want you" and she said that she wasn't for sale. So I walked up the stairs and at the head of the stairs pointed at a women who I initially was a bit off put by her as she looked old. As I got closer though she was younger than i expected. She was wearing a yellow/ golden tunic type thing and she looked at me and stretched the black material she had underneath. We walked into her room and I was so excited but then I started to fear the snatcher guy that was in the last dream and started to panic. I tried focusing on the room but it became all blurry. I started to search for the guy in all the corners of the room and thought he was t the door.

Dreaming in this way is very hard because your constantly dealing with your sub conscience i.e when I was sleeping with my friends mum I kept worrying whether my friend would appear and sure enough he did. Maybe I should stop trying to do things that are so wrong! Although these dreams didn't feel like I was totally in control. I mean I could move around in them and that but the events that were taking place were hard to keep tabs on.

As for the second dream I woke up but again it was in this similar but slightly different bedroom as before. and there was the dog nonchalantly looking at me. This time I shouted wake up! and tried to move my hand but all I could see was a blur of a hand rather than physical movement. Whilst this dog kept sitting there.

What does the dog mean?

How do I get a better grip on these things?

Can you ever not wake up from SP?

Awareness - 8/10
Control - 9 / 10

This dream occurred early in the morning after waking up to alpha waves twice, then setting the alarm at about 5:00 AM

Well the first thing I remember is that I was at this really nice restaraunt in Italy. I don't know exactly who, but I was with this huge group of people with a few I recognized. The waiter then seated us at a table. I took my hat off and sat down. Then the alarm went off, waking me up.

As soon as I got up I did a reality check. By this time I was in the habit of it and then just going back to sleep. Now I have not idea what was different about this night than all the previous nights but for some reason I just focused on realizing going back into the dream I was just in. I told myself that I would just remain concious of what setting I was in (my room or back in the restaraunt) and once I realized where I was, I would instantly know I was dreaming. I guess what made it work is that I never had a doubt in my mind it wouldn't work. Well, I went back to sleep and what do ya know? I was back in the restaraunt. The best part was that I remembered to be aware of the scenery shift and pretty much was lucid as soon as I was back in the dream.

As soon as I was back in the dream and became lucid, I remembered some of the stuff I had wanted to do during my next lucid dream. I got up to head outside but then the dream started to fade. I just told myself over and over that this was MY dream and it wasn't going to end until I let it. That seemed to work and I went outside. My brain kind of worked this into my surroundings and everyone else from the group I was with left as well, as if we were all on a tour or something. in the dream I pretty much disregarded these people and continued on my own, just trying to get away from everyone. For some reason, I like to explore on my own

Anyways, at first I thought "How am I going to get back to where my first two dreams were so I can continue on form there??" I decided that I was actually in a pretty nice place however and my goals could be accomplished here. I found a canal and began to follow it, thinking that maybe if I could just get away from all these people the next city along the canal would be empty because I would make it so. However, as I started to follow the canal, the tour guide guy asked me why I was leaving the group. I was thinking "Oh my God, seriously, can't these people just leave me alone?? Happens every dream!" I pretty much just blew him off and started walking away. Then he started talking again about the stuff on the tour and it distracted me for some reason. Almost instantly, I lost all control of the dream and it started fading. Right before I woke up I remember realizing this and trying to decide what to do but then it was all over, and I woke up.

Well, I have no idea what was different about what I did when I went to sleep compared with all the other times I did after the alarm went off, but my efforts wree finally rewarded this time with a lucid dream. The only thing I can think of is that it was much further into my sleep cycle than usual (5:00 rather than 2:00) because I started another binaural beat cycle the first awakening instead of going right to the alarm on accident. (to think my reliable way of lucid dreaming was discovered on accident...) Anyways, whatever was different I sure am glad it happened, because right after that dream, I went and had ANOTHER LUCID DREAM! *shouts out in victory*

Current lucid dream goals...
-Stabalize the dream each time I become lucid
-See how fast I can run and if it is consistent
-Meet someone special I have been wanting to for a long time now

See ya!

The sun is overwhelmingly too bright; it is literally burning my skin red. The heat is just unbearable. You could probably make a fried egg from heated asphalt. A view of parking or almost melting cars in annoyingly straight, accurate line looks distorted from heat waves. I bet it’ll be like an oven inside there.

I did not have any supper last night, so I’m ‘very’ hungry in a dream. My stomach aches with hunger. My throat seems to have some sand in there, its painfully poking and quenching for a fire extinguisher.

OMG at this point I can either become living bacon or die from starvation, so I looked around… …

A tickling wind, full of dryness, gently carries an alluring smell.

It is like seeing a paradisiacal oasis in a scorching desert.

A mouthful of juicy fried chicken, glossy ketchup shining like a sweet red lipstick, and… … an addicting CRAB BURGAR!!! Ah~ I cannot miss a stinging soda pop (^_^) drinking a nice cup of ice-floating coke will be THE highlight in this damn weather.

Foods that can full you with smells~~!!
I can already feel my mouth waters.

Grrr…… My stomach let out pitiful sounds of grumble.
This… … this is irresistible… Can’t help it~~

I ran straight towards the root of the smell with sweaty feet. The name McDonald where I despised as an axis of evil for mass producing fast-food, increasing obese population was not a concern at this point. There would be a clean cool air condition…. In….

As I pant through an automatic glass door was… refreshing my… …

There was a messy mass crowd.

Flocking tightly like ugly ants, they were densely crowded in front of the order line. They must be owners of those cars at the parking lots; they were like desperate people at a market on doomsday. They were frantically reaching counters in an urgent hurry. No order, no straight lines from the parking lot can be seen in this chaos.

Is there a special discount or what?

It was at least dry out there. God… in this restricted space with ‘this’ amount of people… Moist and heat from cooking foods and people made such a harmonious combination to create an unbearable humidity. They must have taken some kind of hideous drugs in a group; acting like possessed demon, hurling and pushing like mad bulls. I am shocked and absolutely disgusted with the horrifying scene of HELL.

Should I get in? Out?
I hesitated from the entrance, when I felt a sudden push from a big bear like man behind; entering, and was forced to thrust myself into an embarrassing looking line, or more like a crowd.

AH~~ AARK~~!! I’m squished~! Heat rash~!

I am already sweating - my clothes wet, and the yucky smell, of closely attached people cannot be covered with what once was an adoring food smell.

So this is how it looks like when people get insane together. Their own greediness fluently allows them to step over one another like zombies; slowing the line. Maybe school students are learning about morality because for this evilness every human has. I am shocked with this unexpected chaos, seeing such hypocrisy as human in general; openly allow me to infinitely disgust those hurling beasts. (Especially to the bear like man, smothering his armpit directly ‘on’ my face)

I am not going to abandon my dignity like those hideous creatures. Haste makes…. wa… waste… Servers are working with speed. There are only three in front of my line.

When’s my turn?
I annoyingly traced my side of server and then had to bulge my eyes with amazement.

In middle of this moist filled, swaying heat hellish condition, there was a cook; sweating and working hard with his passion. There was no haste in his every motion; placing a juicy patty on a toasted bun. Every move has its old, significant meanings like… … Kung-Fu, I can see the soul of artist in simple swift as flipping patties. It is a totally different class of passion from a selfish greed. His sweaty shirts, overwhelming conditions, terrifying beasts…. Yes… like a blossoming lotus from murky mud. He has a halo of enlightened light; glowing.

This IS a touching sensation. That’s the taste of an artist; every beads of his sweat adds to the heavenly flavor. I can partly agree with their craziness… the burger… looked so beautifully scrumptious, I unconsciously gulped for hunger.

“(Sour-sweet) chickens and a (melting) crab burger. Here’s the large size cup, drink is a self, sir ~♡”

Ha…
Siren cannot be as adoring as this voice.

Be… pa…patient… I MADE a commitment. Got to keep… li… lining… for chicken! Fries! Coke!

Servers’ hands are rescuing desperate refugees. Well in this situation it can be rightly called as Hands of God. Teasing hands shakes fries from oil are… indescribable. Servers pick customers as they like; giving order, such action divided grief and thrilled excitement among beasts.

That lucky fellow over there got food from the counter; voraciously devouring them as if his life is on thread. He sensed my stunned stare and fiercely glared back at me with flashing eyes full of madness

Maybe that’s a drug burger.

Famished devils scrounge around the counter; those who gets the food gulp without chewing. Those passionate mass customers must give them plenty of revenue.

Just then……
I found a piece of chicken, covered with dust. Must have been flown away by a fight.

Should I…… eat… it?

I furiously shake my head side to side.
Trial must be overcome for a hero.
Non~~!! Can’t lose my wits~~!! That tiny piece of chicken can’t… de…FEAT me~!!

Energetic pledge allowed me to cowardly push the tempting chicken to the side with my right foot. Simultaneously the extremely irritating bear-like man snatched it with an amazing speed; comparable to an eagle striking a fish, and smoothly threw it into his mouth, smiling in satisfaction. Such an aversion scene helplessly gave me goose bumps.

‘Were you that hungry?’
I blankly stared at this huge looking man with astonishment.

There’s a rouse

In this highly dense population in this small cramming store, overflowing with heat and humidity, everyone’s tempers are at the peak, it is expected. As if gabbing and struggling was not enough, two hot-headed beasts are punching each others with their fist.

But… the problem is…
Shit! Its right in front of me!

God is giving me this time of trial for what? I was trying to be a decent ‘human’ for God’s sake! This is OUTRAGEOUS! Other lines are going forth and forth, why me? Why now?

Those two animals are completely oblivious of other people waiting in line. They are now barking each others at top of their throat; there was a forming crowd surrounding them, cautiously holding their precious food. The sight just gives me a fret. Unfortunately I was swept around by that mess and ended up unwilling had a best sit; wide open close to the fist fight.

I am dying with hunger and those two ass-holes are observing each others; each carrying a dagger and a shield like gladiators. Blood thirsty crowds are showing vain on their neck roaring for blood.

This troublesome scene made my head ache with anger. I gave a pleading glance to a server; wearing a blue cap, to help me, but he gave an awkward smile and set off for a better view.

I sigh… (Ha….)

What’s this… I was just hungry and came to this damn store, eating like decent dignified human as a straight bamboo stick, waiting in line. And now… there are beasts happily enjoying their food with such teasingly gorgeous scent, and I can’t stand in the line for these asses, and my only seemingly savior the server deserted me for this violence.

I felt a bitter betrayal. A burning, volcanic fire slithers its tongue within my deepest heart.

What have I endured this for! What’s the reward for being such human? Even that bear-like man is gorging on his chicken! Why can’t I? Bullshit! This is all bullshit! I hate you all! I HATE this weather!

I was about to explode my suppressed madness out to the world; screaming and shouting my lungs out. But… a thin string of conscious allowed me to ‘think’ more rationally. Instead of wastefully spending my calories, I should go and order my food for good. So I stressfully and aggressively pushed others to side towards the counter.

Suffocating heat from those maniacs are relieving here. I can comfortably breathe now. I gave a deep breath to exhale some negativity. A bit of sense knocked my brain with relief.

I pitifully gave a quick look at that clumsy bunch.
Tut, I would usefully use my time to order food then fighting like dogs.

All those beasts must have gone through now. I wonder where those servers went (too obvious) only a hard working girl with a pony tail was at the counter; organizing stocks and cleaning. The look of responsibility gave me a favorable impression.

I must be the last customer in line. How did I wait … for … so long… I felt a sudden abruption of anger arousing from stomach, so I quickly spat out my order. I will have much and slowly satisfy my victory soon.

“Fried chicken, a large size crab burger, medium French Fries, super-size cu…p…”

The woman gave a questioning look of wonder.
“We’re out”







What????????

(Note: My dad is alive and in good health IRL. I have no idea why I would dream that he was dead.)

Last night, I had a dream that my mom and I went to the cemetery where my dad was. Well, it wasn't really a cemetery, it was more of a futuristic-looking room with the walls lined with freezers filled with containers holding the ashes of dead people. Anyway, we came in, and we were greeted by a strange man with three black-and-white cats. He starts explaining to us how he decides where everyone goes, who goes next to who (something to do with English and French people, that's all I remember), etc. There really wasn't much organization to his system.

I get bored of listening to his explanation and decide to go find my dad myself. I end up finding the pieces of some board game and tell my mom. She helped me put the pieces back in the box, which happened to be next to the container that supposedly held my dad's ashes.

Suddenly, my dad was there in the room with us. He said something about not knowing what's going on. I asked him what happened. He told me that, before he "died", he had concluded that he wasn't in Australia and, therefore, must have been on some alien planet. I don't remember if he told us any more about that.

I started to think he might still be alive (as well as also getting the suspicion that he was just acting and this was all staged or something). I checked his pulse and exclaimed, "They're buried you alive!" Then, I woke up.

Aids:1/8 tea peppermint oil WBTB
Methods:MILD - Half assed
Morning Supplements:500mg L-Lysine, 500mg C, 595mg Potassium Gluconcate, 1 Super B-Complex
Sleep Quality: Felt refreshed in the morning. Slept solid. Solved pillow issues.

Trying to LD 2:00AM
I am jogging down a familiar street. I see Jeremy and Becki. I invite them over. We are now in my house. But this is my first house. Jeremy talks about how he can tell me how many ghost are here. I tell him I don't want to know. I feel happy and safe here and I don't want to ruin it.

Then I am in my first truck. I am in the passenger side trying to sleep. My wife is in the driver side sleeping but tossing and its bothering me. I am trying to WBTB. I have an audio induction and I want to hear it. I adjust my headphones and try to sleep. I couldn't help but notice that my headphones feel like underwear on my head. Then notice that is light outside and rainy. I see Chris driving up to her daughters house who happens to be my neighbor. I am a little surprised. I hope that she doesn't notice me and my underwear. She is all but starting at me now. I just sigh and close my eyes. All I want to do is have a lucid dream and If I have to do corny things like listen to my underwear then who cares. I actually hear some music. It is a Ke$ha song believe it or not.

*I hear the intro music*

"Maybe I need some rehab,
Or maybe just need some sleep
I've got a sick obsession,
I'm seeing it in my dreams"....

(Very appropriate! Except Lucid Dreams is my drug. Bahahahaha LOL)

I feel irritated and tune the music out. I feel like I am being watched and I just want privacy. The truck drives around the block. I don't notice it but I am driving it with my mind. My wife is in the driver seat but I am controlling where to go. Then I remember we left the kids in the house alone. And I think we should hurry even though we are just going around the block. I look out the window to the right and see a distorted iPhone. It says Brooklyn on it. The woman in the truck with me is now my ex-wife and she starts bitching about how much money she spent on that phone for my niece and now its ruined.

Now I am in a bed trying to WILD. Something wakes me and I look to the left and see my sisters husband with a bed pan under him. He is squirting shit through his clothes.
I say, "OH GOD! YOU NASTY FUCKER! WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU!?!?"
He jumps us and runs to the bathroom. He slams the bed pan on the floor and I see chunky shit splatter up on the wall. There is shit on the bed. I am disgusted but I feel sorry for him at the same time. I know he is sick and can't help it. Then my dog goes sniffing at it. I grab her too me and hold her. I lay there not wanting to deal with the mess. I half expect to smell something horrid but there's no smell. I close my eyes and wake up.

I Don't Want to Die!
My wife and I are in a hotel. She is not pregnant and we are partying. We are drinking and she starts to smoke pot. I am shocked but I'm like well we don't do this often. She leaves the bong on the couch and my dog daisy starts to hit it. She runs through an open door into a yard. Then she howls as she ex-hails. I find it strange that I see really black smoke come out. I am surprised at the color of smoke but I just laugh. She is trying to get more. I hand the bong to my wife who is in the recliner watching TV. Then I say wait let me. I take a long drag. I notice that there is no smell no burring in my throat and no taste. Then I ex hail. I instantly feel fucked up. I make a comment about how fast that hit me. She says she knows.

I leave the room for some errand. I walk outside and see a nice area with a pool. There are only a few people. I jump in and then leave.

I go inside a bar and walk through to the bathroom. I notice a bartender and a dart board in my periphrial vision. I sit down to shit in a stale but the toilet is so high people can see me. Some take notice and just sigh and finish up. When I walk out of the bathroom I am now in a church and service is about to start. I take in the whole scene. I notice people to my left conversing and greeting. I see a crown scattered about and people in various conversation. I see all the pews and the stage up front. The stage is blurry and I dont focus on it too much. I see another bathroom down a ways and too the right. For whatever reason I walk to that. I walk past the womens and enter the mens. It is dimly lit and there is one toilet on the right and a sink on the left back wall. The entire right wall is glass. I can see through into the womens bathroom. The bathroom is identical to the mens and I see a large woman pulling her pants down and sitting on the toilet. It seems that she cant see me and it think it must be a two way mirror. I try to respect her privacy and advert my eyes and quickly leave the restroom.

Then I am in an elevator. The interior is minimalistic, plush and cream color. (now that I think about it... like a casket!) I push a button. The elevator begins to malfunction. I feel it tilt back and get smaller. I an now lying at an incline. I push some other button. Then it compacts into a ceiling with metal beams. I hit the stop button. I am so stuck I can't move.

I quickly WILD to have an OBE to go get help. I see a lady at a desk. I tell her my body is stuck in an elevator and I need to get it out before I die. I move out of my body. It feels so natural and familiar to do this. I go through the wall and see a lady at a help desk. She is an African American woman in a red blose. I quickly explain to her that my body is trapped. She tells me a bunch of instructions. I dont remember. Maybe I am still stoned?

I go now to do whatever it is she told me. I am now walking through the spot where the pool is. I see a lot more people there and I don't bother to take a dip this time. I walk to a concrete walk and spot an elevator door. I feel that this is where my dying body is. I pry the door open with my hands. There are more doors behind the first. They are red with purple trim. I get through a total of four doors and my body slips out. I catch... me. My body is limp and cold. I find it very odd to touch my body from outside of myself. I drop... me. And I try to use my mind to enter back into my body. It does not work. I am getting panicky.

I scream, "I don't want to die!"

I lay down next to myself and try whatever I did to exit now to re-enter. Nothing is working. I look to my right at myself and see a hand with a respirator to my body's face. I see hands doing chest compressions. I am still not back in my body. The light fades and everything goes dark.


*Holy Shit. I think I will avoid elevators for a while.

I remembered four more dreams last night. I don't really remember the order of these (save for the last one), but I'll try to put them in the order I think they happened in.

1. I don't really remember how this one started. There were some bad guys or something. They were trying to escape from this place where they were trapped, I think. I was watching this in third-person, by the way. They made some sort of homemade flying machine (a chair with a propeller, or something like that) and escaped, so they were in the air. They were flying alongside two zeppelins; if I remember correctly, they'd actually ejected out of one of them.

I'm pretty sure the zeppelins appeared because, yesterday evening, I went to see a concert IRL, and the guy playing (a local musician, my dad knows him somehow) did play a couple of Led Zeppelin songs... two, to be specific, which I'm sure corresponds to the two zeppelins that appeared in the dream.

2. I was at the library for the teen writing group (which I do attend IRL). For some reason, though, we were going to be singing instead of writing. When I saw the sheet music, I recognized the song as Largo, and I hoped I would be assigned the Soprano II part.

3. I was in my room with my friend Giana, showing her this online flash game on the computer. I told her it was kind of like the Super Smash Bros. games but in the water (i.e., you fight in the water, and whoever gets knocked out of the water loses). I started the game and realized I was kind of right; it was like Super Smash Bros., but you couldn't get out of the water once you fell in, so the fight would gradually shift to be in the water.

(After this, I woke up, but fell asleep after a little while and had another dream.)

4. This dream really stands out for some reason. There were several of us, and we needed to get onto the Thruway for some reason. We didn't have a car, by the way. There were four lanes, but only one was open to us; the other three had traffic going the other way. For some reason, we couldn't all go together, so we had to figure out how to get through. We decided that four of the others would walk together. That left two of us - me and some girl I apparently knew somehow. She got on a motorcycle, and I knew I was supposed to follow her. I got on the motorcycle I apparently had with me and followed her. Even though I didn't know how to ride a motorcycle, it was surprisingly easy.

When we left the Thruway, we ended up at a cemetery. It was supposedly the cemetery where my granddad was buried, though it looked a lot different than it does IRL (and it was evidently in a different location, as I don't remember somehow ending up in England...). Suddenly, it got cold and windy and started raining; fortunately, I had an umbrella with me. Then, it started getting dark. It got dark quickly, to the point where it was pitch black and I couldn't see a thing. Once it was dark enough that I couldn't see anymore, I woke up.

I wish I could remember who that girl was. She seemed important somehow. I may be wrong here, but I think it's possible I met my dream guide last night. I can hardly remember what she looked like, though - I'm terrible at recalling the appearance of DCs, unless they're either somebody I know IRL or characters I'm familiar with.

07.18.2012

Spectral Sigil (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm taking a shower, and as I'm busy cleaning myself, random items start coming out of the little hole on the bottom of the bath tub.
One of them was a Spectral Sigil from Runescape.

And with my horrible logic, I almost screamed like a girl because I thought I was going to be rich! It didn't really look like a Spectral Sigil, more of an Arcane, since it was white and transparent, while the actual Spectral Sigil is sort of a light violet color to it.

What's funny is that I did a nose plug reality check, but I sort of half-assed it all. I wonder if I didn't breath all the way because I didn't want this moment to be a dream.


LOL.

The bathroom tub was white, and the lighting in the bathroom had a light yellow glow to it. This felt a lot like the bathroom of a house I used to be in.

I'm heading out of the bathroom with my Spectral Sigil, just waiting to somehow sell it in the Grand Exchange in Runescape, even though it's physically impossible to transfer something in this virtual reality into a virtual game within a dream. Wait what?

And even if I could, it would be Real World Trading....hahahaha (Real World Trading is where you use cash in real life to buy items or coins in the game, or when you sell the in-game cash for in real life cash; that's something Jagex doesn't want others to do).

I know one person who's account is worth at least $1,500 USD, but this was maybe 2 years ago. It's probably up by maybe $3,000 USD, just from a game. O.O

I think everything is going to be just fine, until the Corporeal Beast shows up. I almost fainted at the size of this thing, and it was a cartoon version of the Beasts, with some 3D structure though. It was focusing only on me, and for some reason, I turned on Protect from Magic....

LOL, I can do all these things when non-lucid, but not when I am lucid....

I'm running everywhere I can, trying to dodge the the white forms of energy blasts it keeps spewing out to me. And there were some parts where I see a girl in a towel, an anime look who has her mouth open and is running around instead of me.

I think she looked like NANA, but I'm not surprised there, since I was watching a few episodes so that I could at least stop on episode 21.

Lucky me, she takes the role now of hiding and dodging the Corporeal Beast. She tries to be clever and and find a way to go under it without being crushed by its claws, and she barely manages to do that. The Corporeal Beast's logic was a bit slow, but it started to pick up on its mistakes.

Then some random anime dude with wings comes in to save Nana I think? I'm not sure anymore if it's the guy who saved her.

I believe he wore some type of red outfit, his face was brown, and his hair was probably dark brown. Then I think a purple anime guy with long hair was his back up or something. This one wore a gray outfit with different shades of it, and he had more of an Apricot skin tone.

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07.18.2012

Alyzarin Sings? (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm close to Alyzarin, but I still can't see her face, just a bit of her long and curly and wavy hair hanging over her breasts. What's funny about the face being cut off is that I couldn't see myself either, but I knew it was me though....

I believe I held her forearms, trying to tell her something, but I couldn't hear her at all. I ask her to write on some paper, maybe for her autograph? xD

I think she gets a microphone, and starts to sing. I still couldn't hear anything, but I think the expression on my face was surprised when she started to sing.

Maybe she's a good singer? =P

I think… … I’m dead.

I can’t be too sure, because I do not recall the time of my death, and I’m now floating around the air like a ghost. My body is defying a law of gravity, but I do not have any sensation of flying. My vision is on the air, that’s all. Anyway I’m now stalking a middle school girl with impressive cherry blossom coloured hair like Sakura (from Naruto). She is a ghost whisperer who can ‘see,’ and communicate with (almost a ghost-like) myself.
I cannot remember what we talked about, but there was another yellow hair girl who can also ‘talk’ to me like a normal person.

‘I wonder if kids nowadays can talk to a ghost.’

Other students in a classroom have not noticed my presence yet, so I guess those two girls are special. Maybe they are best friend who sharing secrets about a ghost.

Another intriguing fact was that the teacher in front of the classroom can ‘see’ me. She looked directly into my eyes, “Who’s the intruder~ hm?” And gave a sly fox like smile that mazes other students.

I did have a hectic day with the cherry blossomed hair and we left the school together. Those two ghost whisperers lives in different directions, I hesitated for a moment to choose who to follow. ‘Yellow hair?’
I decided to follow the cherry blossomed hair that had spent more time with me.
As we went down for a subway station, she kindly offered me some white cream

‘But I’m a ghost…’

She insisted that it was full of nutrients good for my skin. I hesitantly took her offer.
Ha… (sigh) I’m a ghost… who cares about skin?

I decided to reconcile this situation by applying the cream on my face. A bit of cream had a sweet taste, there must be some honey mixed with it.
I do not recall of getting on a subway, but I met a very scary looking obese lady along the way. For some reason, the lady was steaming with anger. All of sudden this lady; coloured with red and purple, roared out an evil dark cry and stormed toward us as we casually walked.

‘I guess this cream is tempting her.’

She must have some kind of diabetes, addicted to sugar. I yelled and abruptly pushed the Cherry Blossom Hair.

Run quick! Get up the (subway station) stairs!!

I faced this dangerous lady charging like a mad bull.
I struggled with her, tossing and slapping her ugly and oily face. A boldness locked inside my heart was released and I won! Before I could even taste a momentous victory, I ran upstairs; worrying about the girl.

‘Is she safe? She should be…’
The fat hazard is now clear, but I still shivered with unknown easiness.
She was lifelessly lying face down on asphalt. She is only few steps away from the stairs… Why? Is she lacking stamina? Fortunately there was a shabby hospital across a street. I put her left arm around my neck, and carried or rather dragged her towards the building at a green signal. Her unconscious body kept slipping away from my grip; drooping. Is it because I’m a ghost? I’ve been fine till… now… her limp body is heavier than usual.

Just before I finished crossing, I lost the grip, and she went head first, hitting the cold, black asphalt. Is she really dead? Is it because of me? Maybe I was unconsciously harming her by stealing her energy. Why is she like this?

Ah… a sign’s going to be red now… need to hurry up. I gathered my anxiety and nimbly avoid cars with temper. I barely held her by my side, and finally entered an automatic glass door to the small hospital.

This poor looking hospital even had a reception. A leisurely sited nurse and an old homeless looking man, lazily crossing his legs on a long, comfy but worn out chair where patients are supposed to sit. The man was supposedly a doctor wearing a white gown; turning yellow. He absent mindedly stared at us for a second; he put one arm on the chair and held his cigarette between his fingers. He lightly tapped it into a cigar pot, and bit it again.

He snatched the girl away from me, roughly laying her on the chair for a close inspection.
I got agitated and frustrated with his lame behavior, but couldn’t say a word to someone who might figure the problem. He exceedingly fanned my anger with a deep puff of smoke, and slowly asked,

“What do you think?”

‘Such a Quack Doctor!! Is he asking ME for a symptom?’

I fidgeted with anxiety and briefly answered, “Too much sugar?” He seemed disappointed and listed “Tomato… Vegie…” and comfortably threw himself on an opposite chair with arousing grey dust; lying.

OMG Cherry Blossomed Hair is now twitching her whole body.

Is she really dying? For going upstairs? She’s kind… what do I do?

I decided to just give the story the old, bored looking quack Dr. wanted:
Once upon a time there was a three-year-old baby. A ten-year-old kid was fretting with its wooden expression. So the kid tried to grab its attention by shaking noisy toys. But the chic three-year-old wouldn’t budge. The kid pushed a sound making book, and a little bell that suppose to give a giggle. When he was finished, he cautiously looked at three-years-old with twinkling expectation.
The three-year-old was still blankly stared at one point, but the kid felt the world stopped.... for a moment.

The three-year-old smiled.

The kid thought. For 10 seconds,
the world seems to hold a breath around the three-year-old.
Yes… you know… that… I was unknowingly ignoring the girl by trying to pick a right word to describe this.

The quack Dr. tired of waiting gave another puff, and continued.

Ye~ah… right…
so for 10 seconds the ten-year-old kid fell in LOVE with three-year-old…

Tut… …

Those saucy boys… already in….… Love?

I found myself in the desert,the sands are golden and no winds are blowing,beneath my feet soft green grass I really feel safe ,in the distance a woman appears,she is wearing white armor and she has no face ,
she reaches into the sand pulling a golden sword and milk dripping from the blade ,she points to the biggest sand dune and as I look she throws the sword into the dune ,as the sword enters I feel the earth move, the dune opens and from it came a great river of water flooding the sands , that must be why the grass grows , the woman changed her shape turning into a tree log and she drift away.

Is he the TS version of myself? Never seen him in my life, but it’s definitely someone I know full well.
Anyway, he stared at me for a long time, and all of sudden said

‘Love you,’

He smothered me with his big, free hug. Wow~ it’s so warm~~ ^_^

For a long time we heard each other’s heart beats and warmth which felt sooo good. It was like a teddy bear hugging a mama bear. I rubbed myself into the big chest of a guy version of myself. His scent seems to tickle my nose, giving me an extra comfort and a satisfy smile.

I smiled bitterly;
Have I ever hugged someone in my life?
I already know the aching answer to that question.
I did not want to let go of him, so I gave him the best hug I could.
A pocket of warmth filled a vacant lot I fail to notice.
It was like one of those aching winter with knife like wind.

Shivering with a red nose, cold as a frozen fish.
Staying in a wooden house overflowing with coziness and love,
Drinking the sweetest and the warmest hot chocolate,

I just know it; he really truly loves me dearly as an unconditional love.
The honey sweet emotion brought me a twinkling tear at the corner of my eyes.
The warmth flows rhythmically through the whole body with beating heart.

It’s… warm… like bathing in a hot tub… I felt rich…. And sleepy….

It was a good dream.

I was reading about how to identify if you are dreaming just before I went to bed. The book said that it would take many days of writing down dream journal entries to finally recognize if one is dreaming.

Anyways, when I was dreaming last night I made sure I was paying attention to my surroundings. Everything was going good until I noticed a person in front of me with only one hand, and they had a mickey mouse type of glove on (haha!). At that moment, I knew for sure I was dreaming. Once I became aware that I was dreaming, I was extremely excited since it was my first time lucid dreaming. I immediately started to fly but after a couple of seconds, my excitement got the best of me and the dream slowly faded away. For a couple of seconds, I could feel I was being disconnected, so I tried to calm down a bit, but the world was getting darker and less vivid, and then I woke up.

I really need to learn to keep my concentration in the dreams and make sure I don't wake up!

The weirdest thing is that I know I have felt that feeling of lucid dreaming before. It is as if I have lucid dreamed before, but just did not recognize it to be lucid dreaming.

Extremely weird night...

Im in front of the wall at grand parents house. But there house is not there a sky scraper is there and at the base of the wall is a white car and im with the mythbusters.

They keep pulling a string with a hook on it and it launches the car next to the building I ask can I try and they let me

I graped the hook with my left hand and the string with my right beacuse the strings long I pull it with both hands and the car launches perfectly up and over the roof and lands on it were all happy and congraduating each other

07.17.2012

Eating Lunch and Saincara (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm inside of a family's house, and apparently it's the family of a man in waking life called Mo. That's not his full name, but let's go with that.

It seems outside is either early morning or early afternoon, because it's fairly bright. Maybe it's too bright for a reason, so that I would focus on the interior of the house more. There's a shiny wood flooring I'm standing on, and furniture, the objects, and the house itself are very realistic.

There's isn't a Half-Life 2-esque kind of graphic style that I normally see, it's real just like in waking life. Mo is trying to get his family to come together to eat with me, and it feels like this meal would be my last in the house for the time being.

I think I explore the house a little more in the mean time, but I can't remember all that I did. I think I went to a closet to decide which shirt and pants to wear.

I'm not sure if this experience that I'm going to mention is a separate dream, but it felt connected with this dream.

As I'm trying to decide what clothes to wear in the guest bedroom, I see some activity outside through the window on my right. I see three characters from Code Lyoko.

Ulrich was wearing a shirt, with a small dress shirt opened on top of it. He was trying to confess his love for Yumi, and after a bit of stuttering, he finally tells her that he loves her. I assumed Yumi would say she loved him as well, but she just stands there with her eyes wide opened.

Ulrich is still waiting for her to acknowledge his confession, and Yumi finally takes one step back and shakes her head. She couldn't say anything back to him and runs away. Sissy, the third character that's outside, gets near Ulrich to console him.

I can't really tell if Ulrich feels bad, to me, it felt like he knew Yumi wasn't ready for that confession, even though they had many many many MANY MANY MANY moments in the actual show that they had feelings for each other.

Then I believe the environment shifts a bit, and I'm not even sure if this fragment belongs here, but oh well, here goes.

There isn't anyone outside at the moment, there's just a gray bench, and how it's represented is just like the Code Lyoko art style, so I guess it looks like it's painted, but it's still realistic, just a bit. While I'm staring at the bench and the rest of the environment outside, I hear two people talking.

I focus on one point in the environment outside, and then blank out on the rest, then I see subtitles on the bottom of the area I'm looking at. The two men talking, even though I can't see where they are right now, are talking about some kind of Camp located in Africa.

The man declares about a location called the Saincara? Something along those lines, and then the guy tries to correct him by saying, "Don't you mean the Sahara?" The other guy confirms that he's not confusing it with the Sahara, and he goes on to explain that it's some lost location on the map, and that it was sort of like a camp for a specific group of people.

After that little soap opera and Saincara (I think it's really Saincara he said now, but I won't go too much into it), I shift my attention back to the closet, I finally decided what I wanted to wear! I already had a plain white shirt on, it looked like it felt tight on me. I wanted to wear a dress shirt on top of it opened. The sleeves were a little longer than the usual dress shirt, maybe 3-4 inches more.

I decided I should fold the edges up a little bit, and then it felt uncomfortable, so I unfolded them. I go down stairs, and I see the family of Mo are waiting for me and one other random person. I sit down, and there's some random blonde guy, who seems to be their butler or something, and is handing out their food.

He's a fairly tall man, blonde hair, but he looked a little too old to still have nice hair. He's wearing a fancy dark blue dress shirt that's buttoned up, slim light blue jeans, and a very enthusiastic expression towards everyone.

He manifests the plates out of nowhere, for all I know, he could've just pulled them out of his ass or something.........

But no one cared, so I conformed and decided to not worry about it either. I forget what he serves to Mo, his wife, and his daughter, but I do know that they were completely random food objects. When he serves my plate to me, it's basically Guacamole and Chips. While he was putting the plate in front of me, he said the meal's name in what seemed to be in a French Language.

Must be from all the French talk during my vacation.

I look at the plate for a while, it's a dark blue plate, and the Guacamole looks like it's LEGIT Guacamole, with some bell peppers chopped up, and some decent corn Tortilla Chips. Before we could actually eat, Mo and his family prepare for grace.

Now, I may be putting a stereotype here, but I don't think this type of family would be one to use Grace with their cultural beliefs...but whatever...

Mo is to the right of me, and his wife is to the left of me. He closes his eyes, and she does as well, and they both spread their hands out to me. It takes me a while to understand what they're doing, and then I realized they're saying Grace. I quickly held their hands, and put my head down to listen to what Mo was saying.

Within 5-10 second, he's already finished with declaring Grace. He says something at the end like, "Thank you God." etc etc., probably for the food on the table.

I take one chip and scoop a huge load, since I didn't get a lot of chips in the first place.

The Guacamole almost tastes exactly like the one I had in a Hispanic Restaurant in College Station or Bryan, Tx. It still felt bland, but I ate it anyway, and once I'm done eating, I say, "Excuse Me."

Seems no one here cares about anyone having basic table manners....oh well. I pick up my plate, and I head over to the sink and put it in there. I see a small plate filled with some Ginger Ale. Eradicating all basic logic in my mind that it's supposed to be in a bloody cup, I take it and drink it.

I felt the fizz swirling in my mouth, and it tastes pretty good, very refreshing. I try to look to see if the wife was looking at me, because I wanted to pour more Ginger Ale on the plate. I did my best to make it look like I'm looking at something else, and tried to use my peripheral vision to make sure I wasn't trying to do the obvious.

Seems she's still busy eating, and I guess I was just being paranoid in trying to get another shot of Ginger Ale. I pour it out slowly, and drink it a little slower this time, since I couldn't have a lot on the small plate.

I forget what I did next, but I believe the dream after this one somehow correlates to this one.

But about the Saincara thing, I don't have a lot of background on it, but based on what I read and searched, it involves something about how desire is born and grows.

Hmmm....my desire for what exactly?

I have several "desires," but I never really fulfill them, or at least don't think that I can.

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07.17.2012

Public Bathroom (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

It feels like this dream was a continuation of the previous one, so I presume that after I left Mo's house, I'm inside a Public Restroom. The flooring is light gray, the walls are dark gray, and the ceiling itself is probably light gray as well.

The bathroom stalls are dark gray, so even though things are a bit bland for a bathroom, it contrasts pretty well. I see a man wearing a dark gray jacket and hat (like the hats that Mafia members wear) and shiny black shoes. He goes into a bathroom stall, and something about that guy bothered me.

He wore glasses, looked like he was in his 50-60s, and he was holding his hand with his left hand, and using his right hand to cover up the opening of the jacket he didn't button up all the way.

Maybe he was just preparing to take them off when he was going in the bathroom stall, but because he held that position with his hands before he even reached 1 feet away from it, it felt suspicious to me.

By this time, I do my business and get out of the bathroom.

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07.17.2012

Hot Sweaty Sex (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Spoiler for 18+:

The fact that I know I have god knows how many perverted and debauchery acts repressed in my mind, and how my dreams are slowly exhibiting these very very very very very perverted and enticing dreams, but doesn't let me participate in them, it just.....it just makes me feel horrible when I wake up, because I know my day is going to be boring and so full of shit.

I......I.............come on, at least try to nullify the self-hatred I'm going through right now with some sex subconscious, even if I never had it. :c

I immediately become lucid the moment I see two women on top of each other. I mean come on, if I'm non-lucid for someone as hot as that, especially since I did a WBTB before this dream occurred, there would be something wrong with me.

Anyway, the girl on top is a blonde, a skinny blonde, but looks very hot, at least to me. She looks exactly like Catherine, the succubus in the game, "Catherine."

Hm.....succubus desires starting to show up slowly for me....

She's gliding herself up and down a female with green hair....hmm...and it looks kind of like the hairstyle of Shion from Higurashi, which leads me to believe that this is Alyzarin.

It's because Shion automatically makes me refer to Alyzarin because she talks about her and loves Shion's laugh.

The blonde that looks like Catherine is taking complete control of Alyzarin, who is in awkward position, but she can't help but close her eyes and enjoy the ride Catherine is giving her as she's rubbing her clitoris against Alyzarin's.

Alyzarin/Shion just......omg...lol....She has her eyes closed the whole time, with her mouth open. I can't hear if she's moaning, all I see is that Catherine is obviously the top in this kinky relationship.

And while I'm watching, I feel some squishy stuff from my crotch.

Uh.......................

I didn't really bother to focus on that until I just typed it. Then the perspective changes to where I see the heads of Catherine and Alyzarin. The rest of their body is following the horizon, which makes it look like the bodies are far away.

Catherine is just giving Alyzarin a good time, she even somehow gets her nipples to graze against Alyzarin's/Shion's, and Aly/Shion still has her mouth opened and eyes closed.

Catherine starts sweating more because she's doing all the work, and then maybe 15 seconds after that, the dream fades away.

Like, it fades, and then disappears like a vortex sucked it in.

NO YOU COME BACK CATHERINE AND ALYZARIN, THIS IS NOT FAIR

THIS IS NOT FAIR AT ALL

I.....THIS IS MESSED UP

The whole dream itself, I'm glad I saw everything, but how it ended, and the process of it being ended is what pissed me off. I mean, I can deal with the dream fading because of my excitement and all that, but when it ends like someone is saying, "That's all you're going to see," it makes me wake up with more self-hatred than I had before!

Just.........whatever.

Fight at School

I was in a school setting. It reminded me of my elementary school at one point, but nothing else about the dream had anything to do with it.

It was very crowded. A black guy wanted to fight me for some unknown reason.

He ended up getting brass knuckles. This idea was carry-over from a movie I recently saw. I was terrified. I got a broom stick or a mop handle with nothing attached to it and hid it behind a door so the guy wouldn't see it when he came after me. I wanted the element of surprise.

At one point I saw some school officials and I said, "I hope you're going to protect me!" I figured it was their job to protect students, though they didn't seem to care.

Eventually the guy reached out and gave me the brass knuckles. They were thinner than they would be in waking life. He looked at me as if to say, "Don't worry white boy; I'm not going to hurt you."

I was so relieved. I gave the brass knuckles back to the guy.

Girl

A girl Bv came up to me. She was looking at my clothes. She said, "Are those boxers?" I said, "Yea." She said, "Can I see?" I showed her the top of them. My hip bone was showing. She was acting like she wanted me, so I said, "Come here" and led her down a step and around a corner where nobody could see. I wanted her to put her hand down my drawers, but then she backed away. She said she couldn't. I was very disappointed.


Art

I was in a bedroom, but much of it was set up like a shop of sorts. People had come over to buy stuff. At one point they went into another room. A guy was in the room as if an employee. He straightened up the place while the customers were in the other room. I told another DC that he was doing a quick "puff and tuck" which is a term we used to use at a bedroom store when we had to straighten up.

I found it odd that he would do a retail straightening up in a bedroom, but he was gay and he liked making sure everything was just so.

Then the people came back into the main room. Now they were looking at art that was in the room. The manager of the old bedroom store told them to hold on. He wanted to show them something. He left and came back with some art that I had done and given him many years ago.

This art was in the style of art I did many years ago with particle board, india ink, glass chips, and little stones to make stars and planets. The wood was cut into a semi circle. Another was an oval canvas.

I got a pretty good look at one of the pieces. There were three planets in a nearly straight line. There were also glass chips that made up curved lines. The were either colored glass, or I had painted a representation of reflection nebula around them. The constellations were labeled Enceladus and Titan (not constellations in waking life, but moons of Saturn.)

This is carryover from a sound project I've been thinking about.

I would like to try to make this piece of art just to see something from a dream on a regular basis, but I'm not set up for it. maybe some day.