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Side note: Leo arrived from london and we are looking for a place to live. I am also sick.

Was at some really fancy mansion with leo. There's some sort of party going on. I talk with random people about random things and we decide to have a party at my house later. I put an order in for some party decorations to arrive at my house later. I really have to pee so I go to the bathroom. The bathroom is full and there's a huge line. I wait a little but its too long. I go else where and there's a line there too. I go outside and pee and the grass while talking to kara on the phone about drugs. I go to the owners and they really like me. We talk about my party and they are buying my some really expensive things. A girl walks to them and whispers something in their ear. The owners look pissed and take back what they bought me. They said I was caught pissing in their lawn. I get pissed and say his dare they accuse me. They feel bad but someone the girl has proof. I leave the party to some portal into Israel. There's a weird war going on but I don't remember much here. I get teleported into my house and jaba was there. It shows a long story about how she got dumped and thrown out and now is screwed. We played many times. She said she would come back because she needed money. She was trying to find any excuse to stay over at my house. The doorbell rang and a ton of guys were bringing things to the house. All these decorations for the party. My mom was complaining. It almost filled the whole house up. It was a sunny day. Later it was Halloween and I was putting up decorations.

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[COLOR="#000000"][/COLOR][COLOR="#000000"]Worst Lucid EVER!!! I cannot believe this, I almost refuse to believe it happened it was NOT a lucid, it was NOT a dream it is UNBELIVEABLE!!!!

[/COLOR][COLOR="#00008B"]I was lucid from the start, I opened my eyes and saw my bed, I moved around, and could feel myself moving, but I still saw the exact same picture, it didn't change at all. I kept moving around, I felt my door and opened it, I'm doing all this, but I still see the EXACT same picture, after about 2 minutes of moving around while still feeling myself moving around, the picture changed. I now saw my toilet, I'm thinking WHAT THE HELL?!?!?!?[/COLOR][/INDENT]

I have no idea what has happened to me this night, I don't even know what was a dream and what was reality.

I have just woken in the middle of the night, I don't know if I'm dreaming or if I really woke up. I remain in the bed for a bit, however I move and blink. I feel a strong earache to the right ear, sort of change in the air pressure, a very high change. It does not pass more than one second that I feel myself literally transitioning in something, I have never experienced anything similar. I'm going through a dark, hypnagogic-like tunnel.

I am lucid already, I am aware of the fact that I have just passed through something really weird, but I don't really think about it. Since I am still in my bed, I decide to get up. There's a floating, glowing red orb in the middle of my room. It is very clear in the darkness, however it doesn't emit any light. I make a reality check, multiple times, I have five fingers on each hand; I also try to fly, it doesn't work; is it not a dream? This can't be possible. I think that I may be astral projecting (even though I have no idea how that works) so I continue with my things.
I don't need to stabilize this, I don't even think about stabilizing at all. Everything feels so real.
I think it would be awesome to try to create an electric wig from the thin air, literally from nothing. I make a crack movement with my hand, assuming that the wig is there. Nothing happens; I attempt to summon the wig a few more times, without any success. I attempt to create a floating fire ball: it's a failure too.

I walk in the kitchen and inspect my surroundings. Nothing is apparently wrong with my house, so I look outside the window. Another orb, with the same shape and glow effect from the red mate, is on my balcony. It is blue. As I turn around, I notice that there's a man eyeing me with suspicion. He looks a lot like Rico Rodriguez from Just Cause 2. He is nervous and angry for some reason; he throws me on the table with great strenght. He knows that I am dreaming, I can feel that he is experienced, a veteran of some sort. Some debris fall from the ceiling, hitting the table some inches away from me. I still don't need to stabilize myself to my surroundings and I can keep my lucidity without any problem.

What are you doing? - I ask him.

What are you doing here? - He says.

I have no idea why he's attacking me, but I try to defend myself by jumping to the sides, since I can't counter-attack with proper spells. He moves his hand to make a crack movement too, does he want to summon a wig like me? Nothing has been summoned. He tries a few more times, he is clearly confused: why can't he summon any spell?
I tell him that I have the same problem and that I think that the light orbs are the cause.

We are going to find out. - He replies, allowing for peace in our battle.



I wake up once again... As I lower my head on the pillow, I feel the earache again; it is followed by the same transition.

This time, I am wobbling between lucidity and un-aware; I am in a large warehouse of some sort... Or a big tent.
Some of my friends are dancing in a corner of the tent, in front of a stage. I decide to join them and dance with them as well. The music I was used to hear in my childhood's parties is playing...
...After some moments, I walk away from my friends and stop in a large, empty area. I attempt to crack the invisible wig to make it appear; a short but successful blue line appears. It follows to the movements of my hand as if it was a wig! Little blue sparks emit from the wig before it disappears. The man I previously saw in the kitchen draws my attention. He beckons me outside the tent, I think he has some good intentions now.

I wake up once again. The lights of the morning shine through the shutters; everything feels as the waking life... I realise that I haven't really woke up during the night because those moments felt like a whole thing within those two dreams. However, there are some small doubts that tell me otherwise.
Was I in a deep dreaming state? I was aware that I was dreaming, but I couldn't for some reason think to the physic plane, nor I was really aware about that.

*Originally posted here*

Lately I've been seeing a fox (or maybe multiple foxes, they all look the same to me ) a lot in my dreams. It's a bit of a long read so bear with me.

When I become lucid, while doing whatever it is I do in my LDs, I tend to keep an eye out for crows. I can always ask them a question and they'll answer it, or at least lead me to someone who can.

A few weeks ago (the beginning of March maybe?), I saw one and asked it to show me where Catie (my subconscious/dream-guide/whatever you wish to call it) was since I hadn't seen her in months. It led me to a sparsely wooded area and I thought I saw her walking down a trail. I called her name and followed her for a little while until I saw something orange streak passed. I remembered seeing something similar happen in a few earlier dreams but I had always ignored it. This time, I focused my attention on finding it and after I few seconds I noticed a fox sitting atop a rock.

At first glance it looked more like a wolf with fox-like characteristics (like fur pattern) but after a bit of focusing, it started to look like a normal fox. I realized I was wasting time with the fox so I went back to where I last Catie, hoping she'd still be there. She wasn't so I sat down and tried to call another crow to help me find her. While doing so, I herd a noise behind a few trees and got a mental image (I didn't actually see it with my eyes, just had the thought pop into my mind) of a bear walking in direction. I woke up after that.

That was the first time I really noticed the fox. Ever since then, it's been showing up in many of my non-lucid dreams and every lucid one. Usually I'll see it in the corner of my eye hanging around where ever I am, sometimes when I'm watching tv, sometimes in a picture, and once in a while it'll just walk up to me and try to get my attention.

A few nights ago I had a lucid dream where I noticed the fox and tried to run away from it. It isn't threatening in the slightest, it's actually pretty friendly, I just wanted to see what would happen. It tried to follow me but I noticed it was limping so I went back to check on it. I scooped it up and began carrying it before waking up. I'm not sure where I intended to go, I just picked it up and started walking. It seemed to be happy about that and it started fidgeting. The more it moved, the hotter it got until I eventually woke up with this burning sensation all across my arms and chest.

Those are the only two times I can recall where the fox played a significant role in the dream, every other time it's just been a random dream character that's just there. Had been keeping my dream journal up to date, I could have gone into more detail about each instance but, unfortunately, I haven't jotted anything down in it for a while.

I'm not particularly interested in foxes nor have I ever seen one in real life. I haven't even come across anything as of late that would get my mind to focus on foxes either. These dreams just feel... significant or important for some reason and it can't be shear coincidence that I keep seeing this fox, can it? Is this my subconscious trying to tell me something? Any help is appreciated it. If you take the time to read this post - or at least skim it - and try interpret it, I'll give you the most amazing thing you could ever imagine. It'll even come gift-wrapped with a shiny ribbon.

Woke up apaparently i passed out. I saw this girl had brown hair and a lens flare on her face. Her name was Lexa. She was realy nice. She helped me up. I remember going to her house in the country the had the original SVR(05). Rahim was there too

WAKING LIFE DREAMING LUCID
BOLD IF IT FEELS PARTICULARLY SIGNIFICANT

*This is a very rough draft*


two women, two children, and had my dad been there before what I remember?
we were in a rushed situation (after the tidal wave fragment?)
in a house/cabin on high ground

I realized the two women were abandoning us
i argued about me being left responsible for the children and that we all needed to help
they were in the car about to drive away. I got in.
their hair looked nice, long
one was up in a pony tail
their hair was important to them

selfish, uncaring women
they started to drive off
I fucked up their hair angrily
pulling her band out of her hair and throwing it out the window
doing something else, also rather ineffectual, to the other one’s hair
I started to leave the car to go back to the children

WAKING LIFE DREAMING LUCID
BOLD IF IT FEELS PARTICULARLY SIGNIFICANT

*This is a very rough draft*


Waves and Child

in the ocean, swimming around for a while
a ways out from shore
looking below, at the sea floor
Then after a time, I head back toward shore

Jen’s (high school friend) old car in the ocean closer to shore
I got in
a large wave hit it
Jen came
she was upset

I went back to shore, the waves getting higher
a child there too
with me
standing in the water together
i feel protective
of the child

the child says they (boy or girl?) see an octopus wrapping around my foot?
I get scared though I love octopi
think I see it a ways off under the water
I walk fearfully out of the water
the waves getting larger
I'm wondering how large they’ll get
(Often in my dreams the tidal waves grow to become inescapably vast)

the child and I go to higher ground
watch the waves
getting higher
splashing past where we’d been

going to even higher ground
my dad is there with us
a beautiful, panoramic view of the ocean from where we are
we are atop maybe a 300 foot cliff
houses below closer to the beach
water rushing past them in a thin sheet, curving and splashing up the cliff far below us in a big sheet that splashes at its far reaches
my dad is concerned about the waves, scared and determined to do things he knows he has to do about the waves, to help other people
I think he leaves us

This is my first entry and i just want to say that ive had many crazy lucid dreams and i never really wrote them down but this will bring an end to all that.

I started out by trying to do a WILD but got frustrated and knocked out. I ended up having vivid normal dreams and at a point i became lucid for a short amount of time.

Over Drafting in my dreams too!!

I remeber being in a house with my sister during some party she was
having.. there was food n junk food all over the house. We had gone
shopping earlier and we got a lot of junk food and the total was like
300 . Her husband suggested that I help pay for the food, I said sure
and. Was planing to pay 60 because I only had 150 in my pocket. Next
thing I know we r in the car going home and then we are at her house
and the party is almost over. I go up to her with the 60 and she says
its cool I payed half of it with your debt card. I was stunned because
I didn't have money in the bank because I took it out and she said she
would write me a check so. I wouldn't over draft

I own at Call of Duty

The next thing I remember was running around shooting people. Well it
was like I was in a free for all in call of duty. I had a sniper and I
was killing people left and right. Sometimes id shoot them but id
miss. I was tied for first place with 48 kills and I needed a few more
to seal the deal. But I couldn't get that last kill and ended up third
place. Next thing I know

Arms Deal gone wrong

I was in a truck with some people driving towards another truck. Well
I think I was just a point of consciousness witnessing the events.
Anyways was in the truck that was full of armed people. It seems as
though the people around me were selling weapons to the other guys
which where muslim characters. Then we where at the stage for the big
presentation the main seller was in the crowd with the arabs. And
there was 2 girls and one buff guy on stage. The buff guy was showing
off and throwing the guns to the girls and fliping them the main sales
man said for an extra fee he could show them how to do the tricks.

Then I was backstage with the buff guy and one of my friends. I was
there as in my body. We started talking about guns and I was talking
about the sniper rifle I was using earlier and the buff guy knew what
I was talking about and he took one out. We comparied it to the m16
because of the fire rate and my friend was amazed

Then there was something about the main seller trying to have sex with
on of the girls on stage and she was like evil or something. One guy
boned her and ended up being decapitated. Its a blur

Barbecue at Turks

The next thing I remember was that I was in a unfamilar house they
were having a barbecue but I was inside with the owner. He looked like
turk from the show scrubs but he was kinda mixed with one of my
cousins that was kinda weird. He was funny and kept making me laugh.
He then started talking about how the new chappelle show season 5 was
out and how he wanted to get it to complete his collection. I like
chappelle so I stayed with him untill we got it and I wanted to look
through his collection and instead of it beeing dvds they were like
dvd player controlers he had them in bags and told me not to mess them
um or else! Next thing I knew I was out side and wanted to wash my
hands so I walked to the back yard. There was a sponge bob soap
dispenser on top of a car on the trunk and there was these two little
white kids that didn't belong there. There was a van on the street
nearby and their father was standing doing something while his kids
where in the yard.. I grabbed some soap and then the 2 kids (one.
Small girl and a slightly older boy) said that we didn't know how to
take care of spongebob and after I got the soap they wanted some too
so I gave them some and they followed me further into the back untill
we got to the faucet outside for the water hose I turned it on and
started washing my hands. the water was hitting the ground and making
mud and then one of the kids told me look at the kitties! So I look
and there were 2 kitties going through the mud as if looking for
something. The boy said they are hungry and I suggested that they
might be looking for worms to eat. And I told the kids if they knew
cats and dogs eat bugs for the protein. They said ewww.. then they
started washing their hands and the little boy got wet because the
girl couldn't turn off the faucet I scream righty tighty and she
finally closed it. Then right on cue their father comes to us and
starts screaming about how they are gonna be sick because they got wet
and so forth. Then he told me in a sarcastic voice nice barbecue but
where are all the americans. That was a reference to me and the people
there because we r hispanics. And I said we are americans and started
saying stuff about how he was racist but just as I was gonna say other
things I had alot of gum in my mouth and couldn't get it out I
started becoming lucid and woke up instantly

WAKING LIFE DREAMING LUCID
BOLD IF IT FEELS PARTICULARLY SIGNIFICANT

From the night before last
*This is a rough draft that I may or may not get around to cleaning up more*

There was a slow, tribal, quiet, calm quality to this dream, like the feel of winter. I felt more a part of everything, to the extent that my identity’s separation from the other people in the tribe was vague, as if I was all of them, except the young woman leading the horse.

One horse knew the way back to our yearly (sacred, I think) place. No humans knew. we all followed. the horse (Neil was his name?) was in front, without a person riding. someone walking besides him so that he would be able to lead. the person still held his reigns loosely. the rest of us on our horses. A very long trek, at least a day.

We realized we’d lost them. we sped up. Lots of deep snow around as we walked the trail. Then we went downhill a little and it felt like we were in another land. the trail disappeared. Widely spaced, tall trees. The snow looked like it had been blown in exceptional ways. So thin with large mottles on wide scalloped shaped indistinct paths on the ground, like when it is blown off the road and looks like mottled smoke. That magic feeling I get in dreams, where the beauty infuses me. We were there. Or very close. Still looking for the head horse and his companion. Searching, searching.

After a while of concerned searching, concentrating on which smoke-blown path felt right, I saw them coming down one of the paths toward us. The horse was hurt.

We went over to them and we saw how badly the horse was hurt. A wide gash to the bone in its front right thigh. Then I saw the leg was missing below. There was a metal plate inside the gash. The girl who had been leading him said she put it there for the horse to heal, but it wasn’t going to help, we knew. The horse had been given an antibiotic but that is not what we called it in the dream. We inspected the gash and went to touch the metal to pull it out so it could heal properly but the girl warned us that it was so painful and infected to the extent that the pain would make the horse go crazy. We understood and sat back, waiting for the antibiotic/pain medication to take effect so we could treat the horse. The horse’s leg had been severed completely (under where this deep gash was?) On reflection (though perhaps it was the calm quality to the dream) I/we felt sadness yet acceptance as well. Something of a treasure, sacred and deep, was potentially leaving us.

WAKING LIFE DREAMING LUCID
BOLD IF IT FEELS PARTICULARLY SIGNIFICANT

From the night before last
*This is a rough draft that I may or may not get around to cleaning up more*

I woke, trailing out of a dream. I tried to remember but was disappointed that I didn’t. Then the dreams started to come back to me.


Dad, mom, a friend from college, and maybe another friend (best friend from high school?) sitting (on a bed or floor with cushions?). Comfort but not a lot of affection, not needy affection at least. Calmly focused.

I was asking questions about what happened when I was a child (about traumas that occurred).

It was observed that I wasn’t as angry as usual.

I told them yeah, I don’t get so angry now when talking about my childhood traumas with dad. I say “I just got tired of being angry,” feeling very heartfelt and with a glimpse of that exhaustion. “Now I just ask questions about what happened.” Dad agreed, though he still didn’t like to talk about the what. The 4 or 5 of us discussed the change in my questions about childhood traumas and if it was a good thing. My college friend appreciated my change (in the face of others having concerns about it).

WAKING LIFE DREAMING LUCID
BOLD IF IT FEELS PARTICULARLY SIGNIFICANT

From the morning after the night before the night before last

Not Intending to Lucid Dream makes me Hungry

I woke at least 4 times throughout the “night” (I have a freakish sleep schedule) and remembered dreams but felt very much a part of them still, like their sounds and visuals were only fading, not gone. I wondered if I was creating them and tried to go back in, though I didn’t think about lucid dreaming. It didn’t cross my mind and I feel that that is good in some way, like I needed to experience my emotions as a “DC” in this dream, that otherwise I could interfere with the purpose of the dream. Or maybe I’m justifying that I was forgetful of lucid intentions. Nah, don’t think so. :p

On a side not, I woke up HUNGRY! Arng arng arng. Where’s the protein?!

*It’s all dark (!!!). There is my mum and my dad and we all go to some party.

**I am by a sea with some other people. We are jumping different stiles to the water form a high pontoon made of sand. We always search for a good spot to jump from and we also have to wait for a good weather. I have some chicken bones and throw them to the water, but there is some girl swimming and she starts shouting at me. I tell her that at leas the fish can eat it. Every time when I jump to water, it creates some ornaments and creative splashes. Melissa is there too and we talk about sex and swimming naked.

***I am at my mouse in Czech with Pavel and some other people. We wait for a good weather so we can go jumping as well. Then suddenly a wind starts picking up and I watch as it blows stronger and stronger, picking leaves form the garden. Next, the wind turns towards the windows and I can see how the glass is bending inwards and I am worried it’s going to break.

**** Then we stand at some bar, with Pavel and this slim tall skin head “Novotny” or what his name is. Pavel is drunk as usual and they argue who is going to go jumping first. Then Pavel punch him over his head and the guy punches him back and a rectangular piece of skin peals off Pavel’s head and starts to bleed badly. We try to put it back but as the wind blows still, a lot of dirt gets in the wound. I try to clean it but it’s still dirty. Pavel is playing hard and doesn’t want to have anything done with it. His eyes glow blue. Then Dan and I decide to take the skin off totally so it can heals better.

*****I am in some kind of space ship. Its all dark again there. There is some college of mine shooting with a gun in to some tunnel. I look at him closely and it is Dolph Lungren. Some other college looks at what she shoots at. So he turns on the lights in the tunnel and there is a large plasma screen and Lungren himself on it. When he sees that he has been shooting at himself, he is all devastated and upset.

****We are at the airport and some lady wants to fly but there is some problem. She goes to the information desk where she is told that the flight has been cancelled. She starts to scream and complain that she is going to complain higher. She is told that the plane is going to be at platform 2 but it has to be transported there.

This is probably the most surreal dream I've had so far... It would have been a great dream to go lucid in, but I'm still hilariously inexperienced.

I was taking a shower in a rather dark room, one that wasn't the shower in my house. It was a very modern looking shower, with lots of brushed chrome, and it was very clean. There were two doorways on the same wall, one next to either side, in the middle were some guitar amps.

There were amps because there was some live Metallica music playing. I looked out from behind the shower curtain and there was Ozzy Osbourne and Kirk Hammet were playing some of the solos from Metallica songs. I know Ozzy Osbourne doesn't play the guitar, but that didn't seem important at the time. I got out and started walking around them, just observing them fingering the notes on an air guitar. I've never observed someone playing an instrument in a dream before, so it's pretty interesting to note that they were playing pretty accurately.

I got back in the shower for a little while longer, and I got out to watch them again. I was focusing on Ozzy for a bit when he motioned towards Kirk, indicating that I should watch him instead.

This is where the dream ends. Pretty surreal, but pretty cool too. First instance of someone playing an instrument in a dream that I can remember, and first famous people I've seen too.

WAKING LIFE DREAMING LUCID
BOLD IF IT FEELS PARTICULARLY SIGNIFICANT

FFEDCIDD Practice
FFEDCIDD = Face, Feel, Expand, Dissipate, Coalesce, Integrate, Decide, Do

Jealousy roaring up. Expanded about a foot from my body. specks of contained heat (but not touchable?) It was like an insulation, a bit spongy. Jealousy felt bizarre - that might have been the first time I’ve really let myself feel it. I have memories of stuffing it down because it was unattractive.

A loose approximation
(more like just a pretty thing that had similar colors)
by fleicap

Under it a sadness centered in my gut, heart, and throat. The sadness (or maybe my mental reflections on it) brought me to memories of soothing myself as a child by crying into a mirror alone. I feel a lot of resistance to posting that little intimate detail, so maybe forcing myself is the way to go. Gah, I’m not always this serious, an insecure voice inside me is sharply whining and pushing.

WAKING LIFE DREAMING LUCID
BOLD IF IT FEELS PARTICULARLY SIGNIFICANT

This dream is from the night before the night before last


Book-ended Children

Children running down a sloping sidewalk that curved back and forth. Stone wall along the sidewalk. Cobblestone ground. My consciousness looking down on them as they ran toward “me”. Saying to myself I remember this, I remember reading this. My mom was showing me another reel.

There was something forced about what the children were doing. they didn’t like it but they did relatively well at pretending. I think I knew more about why, that it had something to do with the parents, but I don’t recall now.

Mom put on another old reel. it seemed to be of my father’s side of the family. I knew he would like to see it and wondered at my mom having it instead of him.

In waking life my father idealizes tradition and is also an extraordinarily creative and brilliant man. I think he idealizes being a child, simple carefree yet responsible times. He was a “hippie” black sheep in his family when he was younger. That side of my family had a lot of power that was used for massive capitalistic gains and political influence. There is corruption, greed, addiction, and yet amazing intelligence and creativity smattered around the people. I am curious and feel it is important to know more about this family history. It also makes me feel sick to think of knowing more. My fascination and desire to know the different sides of my family (and myself) usually wins out, though. Well, at least in the internal battles of which I am aware.

I watched the reel on an old contraption that displayed more like a television than a projector. My mom stood to the side, close to the moving picture.

Soft thwacking noises like an old projector. I could almost see the frames as they shuffled past, specks and lines of light flashing and morphing with them.

A man (I think a/the/[my?] father), somber and proud like in older photographs, sat on the right, looking at the camera. The children to the left of him in their sitting positions, and then sat a huge man in a tuxedo complete with tailcoat. The two men were like bookends, the children between them. We’d only been watching it a minute, and mom already wanted to change reels. I said no, I want to see them when they move. I said their body language would be very significant, would show me more about who they actually are. It felt intensely important and I was riveted.

The large, hulking man stood and walked to the right. Maybe 8 or 9 feet tall, who knows, maybe 10. Big, round belly, sloped shoulders. (He reminds me of the way my maternal grandpa looked when he was dying of cancer, that same kind of oval shape, but much more extreme, and more solid and thick.) I didn’t think he was a family member of mine. The father (it was my impression I think, though perhaps it was a waking reflection) stood and slowly walked to the right. I watched his body carefully (from where the audience would be if there was one) and couldn’t tell much about him from the way he walked. It was so slow, as if he was favoring physical pain. His stiffness swallowed up his personality.

There were a lot of dream characters projecting their personae in this dream, like they were conforming to older, more serious social pressures. Personae that were hollow yet strong. Weak, deep, and shallow and full of tightly woven rules.

I feel an association between the father dream character and my paternal great grandfather, father of my father's father. I never knew him. It makes sense, given my grandfather’s and his brother’s dichotomies, success and greed for one, creativity and susceptibility in the other. Or so I've interpreted and oversimplified.

The trickle of this history of family emotions is a reason I think this song taps a large body of water inside me.



“I am out here studying stones
trying to learn to be less alive
using all of my will to keep very still
still even on the inside

I've cut all the pertinent wires
so my eyes won't make their connections
I am holding my breath
I am feigning my death
when I'm looking in your direction

...when all the forbidden fruit is fallen and rotted
well that's when I'm gonna come down"

Even if they’re partial hogwash, I feel love flowing from new understandings.