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NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID FALSE AWAKENING PRECOG SHARED

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Harassed at a temple
I am visiting some new place. There’s a temple and pyramids and on this temple I recall seeing carved in stone what seems to be the Pokémon balls (I don’t know the name of the devices, ‘cause I don’t watch the series). I’m resting, sitting on the floor against a pillar, on a platform on the top of a tall staircase with a view to a square – actually it reminds me of the Inca or Aztec kind of pyramid temples, with view to a central square. A guy comes from behind me and he’s harassing me, trying to seduce me, but I know he is up to no good. Luckily there’s some other cute guy around with whom I decide to stick to get rid of the other and we leave together. Then some scene where I’m drinking coffee and writing a story for a newspaper.

04:00 GMT

Coming home
Coming to my mom’s home by car, with my dad on the passenger side. I am hoping to find my neighbour Carla but she doesn’t show up. There aren’t parking spaces available, but a neighbour who was just looking through the window (I think) came downstairs and parked his car better so we could also park.

7:00 GMT

Leaving a friend's house
I was at a nice home with some friends, maybe someone’s birthday party, but I was actually staying there for a few days already, when my mom and BF come to get me. I was surprised, like they came too early, so when I am at the door to go I remember I have left things behind, so I run back to a room where I was and see some of my clothes lying over the bed and some tupperwares with food. I gather all the food in one Tupperware and some guy who’s in the same room, looks disgusted that I’m doing that over there. I couldn’t care less about his feelings, but then the dream starts to shift and I realize I am dreaming. I almost wake up, but hold on to the flow of images passing by.

Healing a friend and a confirmed shared dream
I held on to the passing imagery and I entered a new dream lucid. My first thought was “Is this a WILD or a DILD?”, because I wasn’t really sure if I had woke up somewhere in the transition. But now in retrospective, I don’t think I did and I think it was a DILD.
So the dream was an amazing Alps landscape. I fly and sit on top of a stone wall, with a view over the mountains and the green valleys. I start focusing to meditate but the wall starts to shake and some stones break apart. I almost fall and I almost wake up, but I remember I can hover, so I do that. I decide to sit back on that wall and hang on no matter what. Nothing will distract me from my intent. The wall shakes violently, like shaking me off and breaks apart and as I fall, I feel I’m being sucked by the dream and I am pushed through a succession of sceneries, violently thrown against walls, cars, trains and everything you can imagine. I keep still, I don’t lose focus and I meditate, hovering through this fast motion attack. Then all stops and I am standing in front of a mirror. I see my image reflected on it and don’t know exactly what to do. I should have continued focused, just meditating, but I remember there’s something I actually want to do. I want to visit Isabel and do something for her. She is a friend who is dying with cancer. So I cross the mirror but this time (lesson learned from last failed attempts) I picture she is right on the other side, no need to go through tunnels or worm-holes to get there. I cross and the only strange effect I feel is that the other side is upside down, so I fall with my head down in the other side of the mirror. The light is a bit dim, but I figure I am in an hospital. Looks quite nice, all the walls are glass and I have panoramic view. This building is in a valley surrounded by high snowy peaks. Looks like the Alps again. It’s still dark, like dawn. I see her in a bed just on the right external corner of this room. She looks sleepy and very skinny and weak. Much more than how I saw her last time in RL. I hold her hands, kiss her hands and kiss her in the cheek. She is happy and surprised to see me. I tell her I want to try something and ask for her permission. She says “Sure”. She gets up and sits on a chair by the side of her bed. I summon and try to visualize the Medicine Buddha coming to heal her and for some time nothing happens. I am getting desperate but then I see a blue star shining bright in the night sky outside. I focus on it and I notice it becoming bigger and moving. As it moves to the right in the sky, all of a sudden makes a U-turn and accelerates in our direction. As it comes closer I can distinguish a translucent blue entity. I don’t recognize a traditional Buddha shape though, but I’m open to whatever it is that is coming to meet us. Then it just crosses the glass wall in high speed, passes through Isabel’s body entering by her back and comes out through her chest and disappears in the air. I am amazed but she asks me “So? What exactly are you going to try?”. She didn’t see or feel anything. So I tell her I just want to do some reiki in her. I am still puzzled and preferred not to tell her the truth. I put my hands on her back for a while but then a friend of hers comes up and they start chatting. I hear her saying something like she would love so much to see Rinpoche (our precious guru) so I think about trying to help her on that to. I ask them to make a prayer with me to summon his presence. We call for his name and then a succession of characters that mildly resemble him enter through the door, but I know none of them is truly him, they lack his presence. But for a brief split second I did feel his energy and I try to pursuit it by flying out of the door and down the stairs. I feel him. I exit to the street and it’s early morning already. I can see the town square in front of me, a morning market being assembled by the locals and beautiful alpine houses. The air is cold but sweet. His presence dissipates in the air.
I fly around a little bit the market and the beautiful amazing pastry store windows, with very traditional and fairy tale like cookies and cakes arrangements. I marvel at the amazing beauty of this and think that normally I would start a frenzy of eating all I could, knowing it is just a dream, but this time I didn’t feel the need. I fly back to inside the building and on the waiting room I encounter my mom.
(SHARED)--> She is sitting on a bench, with a piece of cake on a plate, but not eating it. I sit by her side and she asks me if I saw all those amazing cakes and cookies. I smile and say yes. She ask if I want to share (she always does, not to feel so guilty, I guess). She says we can go get a dozen each and then exchange to try more flavours. I say I’m not interested. But then a friend of hers or a total stranger, I don’t know, comes to us and offers a plate with a half eaten sweet. She says she is full and that we can have the rest. My mom says why should she take it, when there are so many fresh cakes outside waiting for us. But I accept and eat it. She doesn’t get it, so I explain I’m trying to live according to this new philosophy: not eating unnecessarily, even if it’s a dream and I won’t get fat or won’t cost me money – and by the way, this is when I tell her this is a dream – but if someone offers me something with a good intention, then I accept it, no matter what, as a humble thank you for the meritorious action of the person. She is trying to digest that this is a dream. She doesn’t seem to believe, because it is so real, but I insist it is and since I am starting to feel it fading I tell her that as a proof, I am just about to exit this dream. <--(SHARED) And then I wake up.

9:00 GMT

Note: During the day I asked my mom if she had had any interesting dream (it was early morning, so I felt there was a high chance of recall) and she took some time to remember anything, but then she said “Yes, I remember cakes! Beautiful amazing cakes and pastry shops like those we saw in Belgium, those that looked like out of a fairy tale! But I didn’t actually remember eating any cake...” she said with a sad face

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID SEMI-LUCID

Good morning! Didn't get much sleep last night, and therefore I had zero recall. I do have two cool dreams from this weekend. Tonight is sleeping night, and I will be taking B6 before bed. I am going to take Calea this weekend, and not G+C as I said yesterday. I will smoke a joint of it, then drink the tea for full effect.

Life of a Gangster
I'm in a rectangular room with a few other people. We're all just chilling and ofcourse, dealing drugs. I seem to be someone else, as my skin is black instead of white. A remote is infront of me, and there's cocaine on it. I am just about to let someone try it, when the police kicks in the door. It's just one guy, telling everyone to freeze. Everyone panics and heads for the door, knocking the policeman over.

I quickly throw the remote on the floor, making the cocaine go away, and head for the door. The policeman is now on his feet and he's telling me to stop. I knock him over and run out. Everyone is going the same direction, and I get this brilliant idea to go the other way. To do the least unexpected! I run to the right and end up at a fence. I have to run back like ten meters before I can dash away at full speed. The policeman still hasn't come out and I look behind me as I run to see if he would appear. I round a corner without seeing any blue, and I slow down.

I walk around the neighbourhood for a long time, having a hard time staying upright. Darkness arrives and I walk down some stairs. Looking behind me I see a silhouette of a man, but I know it's not the cop. Another gangster perhaps. I hear something on the parkinglot I've just come to and I look around. A small boy comes out from between two cars, and points a gun at me. I reach out with my hand and tells him to relax. He recognises me and puts the gun down. I can see a body on the ground between the two cars.

Apparently I'm some kind of respected gangster, and we handshake in a gangster kind of way. "Respect kid!" I tell him and he smiles at me and head for the stairs. I take a closer look at the body. He's dead as a stone, and I spot a glock and some sunglasses. I pocket the glock and try to pick up the glasses, but they break. Suddenly I can hear the police nearby. I run towards a road and try to hide my own gun from oncoming traffic as I try to cross it. I have some very soft and baggy pants on, and it's almost impossible to put it behind my back in my pants.

I cross the road and end up on a smaller road leading into the woods. I stop after a while and look back at the road, twenty meters back. A car pulls up and I decide I need one. Two young guys are in the car, and they pull down the window to ask me the way or something. I take out my gun and put two bullets in the head on the guy in the passenger seat. He doesn't die, even though there is a hole right in his forehead. They get mad and speed off. I continue down the road and I notice an intersection.

"For fuck sake! Will this dream ever end?" I ask myself and walk out in the middle of the road. "Oh well, I'll just make it end" I say and pull out my two guns. The glock one is empty, but the other one still has a few rounds in it. I start shooting at cars and hell breaks loose. Cars screech all around me as I shoot through their windshields. With a big jump I jump up on a bus and stand on the roof. I throw myself backwards, hoping the dream will end...

I am in a room with my cousins and I'm doing an experiment on Astral Projection. Apparently I'm doing it right now, and I'm making them hold up playing cards behind my head. I guess correctly all the time, but it takes a few seconds for me to recognise the card they're holding up. It's like I'm seeing them through a mirror. I can see a mirror on the wall infront of me. "Wait, we need a wall without a mirror" I say and look around. There are small mirrors everywhere.

Cool lottery
I've won a very weird lottery. A couple of wheels like in jack vegas are spinning infront of me, and the first one stops. It's a picture of a house and I can tell the category is "House-related items" The second wheel stops and there's a rooftile on it. The third wheel stops and a large triangular window appears. I get to see how it would look like on a house. It's just like The Sims. I can tell the window is very expensive and I think about selling it right away. A screen pops up, telling me to text message a certain code to a number. I try to remember the phone number but it disappears before I get a chance. I get anxious and asks if anyone had a chance to memorize the number.

Amount of sleep: Around 9 hours

Supplements before bed: Nothing

That's it! One of the longest dreams I've recalled that first one, pretty cool aswell! B6 tonight. Sweet. We'll see what my mind has in mind, höhö.

Keep on dreaming, HARE BRA!

30.11.2010

I throw a snowball to the Vampire Lord and blow up presents at Mount Crumpit (MILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID


I woke up from recalling fragments and I told my self I had to MILD and complete the task of the month to avoid being wingless. I tried to not focus on Astral Projection for one night, just to get my wings.
I performed my Chest Technique, I focused on Who's Ville and in turning lucid until I fell asleep.

I was in downtown and it was night. I was inside my car with another DC. For some reason, I jacket the car I was driving but I was still parked. A cop stopped behind me and ordered me to step away from my car.

I turned on the engine and the cop gave me the last warning. I stepped on the gas and run the hell out of there. I felt it was funny as the cop was chasing me and we were making a lot of noise. The cop was shooting from his car and he blew up one tire from my car. I entered a very creepy neighbor with a lot of allies. I started to drive through them and crushed on one. I still could hear the cop car approaching so I entered a building. The cop did as well. I wanted to enter an apartment to bribe the cop. I tried to walk through the door without success. I walked to the end of the aisle and I found a dead end. I was afraid the cop would arrest me. I found a very old school elevator, so I entered it.

The pannel looked huge for such a small building. It has most of the buttons from floor 1 to 10. It has some to floor one to 20, then it had one button to floor 96 and other one to 973. I pressed one button and the elevator started to go up making an odd noise.

I somehow knew I was dreaming so I checked my hands. I had six fingers and I accepted that as reality, but I was not sure. I kept looking at my hands and my fingers changed to five, and then I had the thumb and two more fingers. The clarity of the dream increased and I started to focus, "As soon as this elevator opens, I will be at Who's ville." No luck. The elevator opened in a fancy floor. There was carpeting of all colors. There was violin based music and fresh flowers. The lighting was not intense at all. I looked at the carpets hoping there would be snow so I could throw a ball to someone. There were a ton of white carpets, some bigger, some smaller, some were pure white, some were more grayish, but no snow. My dream started to fade extremely fast. I somehow knew I was not going to save it. I need to fly to save it, however, I told to myself that I saved dreams in a worse situation and I was good about it. Imaginary was gone but I still felt my body in the dream. My eyes were closed and I tried to open them badly with success. I was back in the same hall.

At the end of the hall, there was a big fancy bar. The tables were Sequoya wood, hand made and beautiful. There were a couple of DC at different tables. It appeared there were having a workshop of something. The bartender approached at me and offered a drink. I told him if he had some sort of iced-drink, snow drink or something. i tried to conjure snow without success so I asked him. He told me I could summon snow if I wanted to. I placed my hands on the table and I focused like if I was going to make a PSI-Ball. My hands were in the position like if I was holding a baseball.

I started to fell my hands very cold and I had some short of half-melted ice on my hands. I grabbed it, threw it at the bartender and flew away from the window. I was not really happy, as I threw more ice than snow, but I felt it was half a success. I hopped to get to Who's Ville to do the task better.

It was day now and the cops were gone. There was quite of traffic and my dream started to fade again. I performed same recovery than before with success. I did not want to do big efforts as I knew that my REM was about to expire and I was just prolonging the dream. I tried to catch a taxi. I had no cash, but who cares... I saw a few taxis that were full. I walked in the middle of a busy street and the light turned green. I recalled that someone a few months ago suggested to be ran by a car, but I passed as I did not do my December tasks yet.

After a few failed attempts to catch a taxi, one stopped by me. It was a sports car (but on the outside it looked like a regular yellow cab) there were no back seats and the driving was sitting (almost laying) on the right middle of the car. I tried to open the door without success. I did it with more strength and I finally got in. I said, "Hi" to the taxi driver and, "I need to get to Who's Ville please!" The taxi driver looked at me like if I was nuts. I told him, "Just figure the way, I know you can get me there"

We arrived to an odd place and my dream again wanted to end. I saved it with the same method. I was in a home with the taxi driver. He was in front of a TV with a PS3 controller. He told me, "This is the closer I can get you to Who's ville" I was somehow upset, but I recalled that the exercise was, "Steal all the presents in Who-ville and toss them off of Mount Crumpit" so if I did it on a "Who stole X-Mas" game, it would be fine. The taxi driver requested payment from me. I pulled something metallic from my pocket and hand it to him. It was more like a piece of junk. The taxi driver looked at me mad and said, "Real cash, please." I looked at him confused and he said, "All right then. That will be a donation! Have a good one!" He left and I grabbed the controller to complete my task. I could not find the video game's character.

My dream again, tried to fade and did the same recovery ability with success. I was starting to get mad. The dream was too long and trying to end and I was not done. I felt a chill around my body and I realized I was inside the game. The ground was covered by snow and it was snowing. The place looked quite creepy, but at the same time, it looked very X-Mas. I knew I was in Who's Ville. I saw a Who's entering his house and it was very dark outside. I told to my self about how I was going to steal all the presents. I did not feel like entering home by home. I tried to make all the presents to come out the homes from the chimney. I soon started to see colored wrapped boxes... a tone of them, flying from the homes, to me. To make sure I had success, I hit the ground to break the houses. The houses broke and they were totally empty. Not even furniture, however, a few of them had Who's inside.

I was wondering how the hell I was going to carry all the gifts. I suddenly saw a huge DC next to me. He wore a black cape and had a very mean look. He had claws and a black face. He had vampire teeth and red eyes. He took my stolen presents and flew away. He was very far in no time and I was upset. My dream again started to fade and I allowed it to end. Four out of five of my senses were gone, but I still felt the chill. I realized there was still chance to recover it. I felt double consciousness, as I felt my body in bed, but I focused really hard, it was a long dream and I had to end it with success.

I was in a huge room on the top of a mountain. It was snowing hard and there was a dense fog. The vampire had the presents behind him and he was laughing. I approached at him but he attacked me. I avoided his attacks and saw a metallic barrel. I grabbed it and it had some sort of liquid inside. I rose it and aimed at the vampire. The vampire's face was black and metallic. He had a very mean look but I was not afraid as I was dreaming it. I approached more at him and he said, "Its fine. Do not throw that at him, get your stupid presents." The presents were piled up in a small cart and I was super happy. I was about to leave to grab the presents, however, I grabbed snow from the ground, made a ball and threw it at the Vampire's face. I was more happy as I felt that the first task was now properly done. Dream once more started to fade, I was very close to awakening, but I could stay in the dream. The clarity was not very good, and I did another RC to make sure I was grounded in the dream. The clarity increased a little.

I was at the top of Mount Crumpit. I could see Who's Ville from there. It was funny because all the houses were all fine now and it did not look as creepy. The quality of the dream decreased and started to drop, so I just tossed the cart down the mountain. I was not sure if just tossing was fine or if I needed to destroy them. When the cart was going down, I made a fireball and blew up the presents to make sure I did not miss a thing.

Now that I was done with both tasks I attempted to Astral Project from the lucid, but I knew I was going to fail as the dream quality now was minimum.

Before I even attempted, I had a FA in my room. I could not see but I felt my wife and someone else was trying to wake me up. I could not move in bed, I could hear only my wife's voice. I woke up for real.

This is the first time that I’ve written down keywords for dreams as I remembered them in the morning. These are all dreams that I had between snooze hits on my alarm clock. I've been wanting to do that since I started this journal but I either kept forgetting or I didn't have time. It has significantly helped the recall of my early morning parade of dreams, but I can’t remember any of the night-time dreams. Anyway, that’s a start! Just for kicks, here is what my sheet of paper says:
work, posters, shredded Chemistry
boy in linen closet
5 cats
14 shots
my stool
pilgrim hockey
“colorado”

In which I destroy work property, quit my job and almost watch Star Wars…

I’m at work and I have a bunch of butcher paper on which is written everything I need to learn to pass my Chemistry exam. I’m in a work room by myself but the fourth wall is a window through which I can see people walking up and down a hall. My husband is in the next room, also working.

I pull out a razor blade and start slashing the butcher paper into shapes. I’m going to make a jig-saw puzzle out of all the Chemistry notes. I decide that putting this puzzle back together will be the best way for me to study. As I’m slashing it up, my supervisor comes to the door. I step outside in the hall to talk to her. She asks me how much longer I’ll be using the butcher paper posters because she needs them for a meeting. I realize that I was not supposed to destroy them, so I make an excuse to use them for a little longer and keep her out of the room.

After she leaves, I return to the room and stack the pieces up so that people walking around in the hall don’t see that I’ve destroyed the posters. I then go to the room nextdoor where my husband is working to ask him what he thinks I should do. He is in the middle of a presentation and I don’t want to disturb him, so I go back to my own work room.

I realize that it is hopeless. There is no way that I can put the posters back together and I will probably lose my job. I decide to leave the workplace forever before I’m identified. I step out into the hall and hear the theme song for Star Wars. I stop and listen for a minute and realize that it is the first one, Episode 4, and that it is being played in a theater. I walk around in the halls until I find a theater and I look through the window in the door to see Darth Vader and the storm troopers boarding the rebel ship, looking for Leah. I’ve never seen Star Wars in the theater before. I go in to watch, but then I see my supervisor in the audience so I decide to leave.

In which I find a boy in my linen closet…

I’m in my childhood home, walking down the main hall which has bedrooms on the right and left and ends at a linen closet. I open the door to the linen closet and tangled up among the tall pile of folded and stacked blankets is a young boy, maybe six or seven years old. He favors my brother with pale skin and blonde hair, but I know he is a different boy. His head is resting on the top blanket while his arms and legs are folded between the blankets below. He is sleeping peacefully.

I glance away, and when I look back, the boy is deformed. His limbs and neck are twisted around the blankets because he has muscular dystrophy and can’t straighten himself out. I realize with some horror that he has been stuffed in the closet to hide him. I reach in to help him out and touch his arm: he is dead. I panic. There is a dead body in my linen closet and I start to worry that the police will blame me for murdering someone. Then in a flash, I fear that I’ve put the boy’s body there. He resembles my brother so much that I start to worry that it is my brother. I force myself to look at his face carefully, and he opens his eyes and grimaces.

In which I have five cats that are mostly reincarnations of cats I‘ve had in the past…

My husband and I are in our bedroom unpacking our suitcase and five cats jump out. Three are large, fluffy adult cats and two are small adolescents, not quite kittens but not adults either. Our dog immediately tries to chase one of the cats, but we tell her no and make her sit on her bed. Then we explain to her that the cats are “puppies” and that she has to be friends with them. She decides to sit in her bed and observe for a while before trying to play with them.

Two of the cats look just like pets from my childhood. One looked like my childhood cat, Dusty, a large Siamese who my parents already had when I was born and who died the year I started high school. I was very close to this cat. The other cat looked like Doofus who was my grandmother’s old blind grey cat. The two similar cats who popped out of my husband’s suitcase were newer versions of the older cats. I explained to my husband that when I was a baby, I had a stuffed Snoopy doll that I loved very much and carried with me everywhere. I couldn’t say “Snoopy” so I called it “Poopy”. By the time I was three years old, it was torn and dirty. My parents bought me a new stuffed Snoopy doll to replace it but I loved the old one so much I wouldn’t let it go. Instead, I started carrying around both the old and the new dolls and loved them both. One was called Poopy and the other was Snoopy. These cats were just like those dolls. They were not Dusty and Doofus but were newer versions of them. Their names are Gusty and Goofus. When I petted Gusty, she curled up in my lap, dignified, and wanted to be petted over the top of the head and under the neck just like Dusty. Goofus wanted to explore the room by herself and be left alone.

The third adult cat was a really fluffy fat long-haired cat that looked like a Persian. He was a lover, and I told my husband that he had the same personality as McKenzie, the cat I got in high school and had through college when I met my husband. The new cat looked nothing like McKenzie except that he was just as fat, but he acted just like him. He playfully batted at our hands and rubbed his body against our legs and arms. I named him Lover Boy.

The two younger cats confused me. They ran around together as a pair playing and bouncing off one another and were not very interested in us. I told my husband that one of them must be a reincarnation of KittyCat who was McKenzie’s companion and lived until very old age. But neither of the kittens looked or acted like KittyCat. And I had no idea who the second young cat was. We wondered at this for a while and then decided to name them Kip and Kiddo.

I played with the cats for a while and woke up.

In which I still have five cats and a crazy lady tries to give me 13 injections…

Even though I woke up for a while, I fell right back into the cat dream.

The five cats now had a really bad case of fleas that was affecting our dog too. We figured it was because they’d been in the suitcase for a while and hadn’t had any flea treatment. But we didn’t want to double dose them with Frontline if they’d already had flea treatment as too much Ivermectin can cause problems in some animals. We called a veterinary nurse practitioner who makes house calls.

A fat brown haired woman in a purple sweater arrives at our house. She smells of dogs and cigarettes. She looks at the cats and says she will have to take them in for testing. We help her round them up with a butterfly net. Only Goofus seems distressed. I’m worried about the cats while they are away and make the woman promise that she will not give them any treatment until she consults me first.

She comes back the next day with two large duffle bags. She unzips the first bag, and dozens of cats jump out. There are cats of all shapes, sizes and colors running around the house. I tell the lady that we’ve become cat women. I’m happy to have all the cats running around, but the lady speaks to me accusingly. She says that these are all the kittens of my five cats. She said that I’ve been an irresponsible owner and didn’t neuter and spay them. I argue with her because this is untrue. Gusty, Goofus and Lover Boy have all been neutered and spayed, and Kip and Kiddo are too young to have babies. The veterinary nurse practitioner admits that I’m correct and explains that she had me confused with someone else. We then run around looking for my five cats to separate from the others which she will have to take back to someone else’s house. Lover Boy is easy to find because he comes when I call him. Goofus is anti-social but wise. She has already figured out what is going on and she is waiting by the bedroom door. We put them both in the bedroom and herd the other cats into the living room. Gusty then rubs herself on my legs. I tell her that she can stay out in the living room but that she has to stay close to me so that she doesn’t get lost in the crowd of cats. The fat lady and I are left searching for Kip and Kiddo. They are lost in the mass of cats. She pulls out her butterfly net again and starts gathering up cats, inspecting each scoop for Kip and Kiddo, and then dropping the other cats into her bag. Finally, we find my two adolescent cats and put them in the bedroom with Lover Boy and Goofus.

The fat veterinary nurse and I sit down at my kitchen table. My dog Lucy sits under the table at my feet and Gusty sits on the table near my hand. The lady opens her second bag and pulls out a bunch of syringes. She drops one on the floor and my dog picks it up with her mouth. I take it from her and notice that it is a giant needle - the sort that doctors use for spinal taps. I hand it to her and notice how chaotic and unhygienic her practice is.

The lady explains that fleas are a super organism like ants or bees. The live in colonies and share a large consciousness. She says that the fleas that have inhabited the cats are the same as the ones who live in the carpet and on my dog and even on my own skin. She says that we can kill any of them and this will eventually kill them all because they all must stay alive for the super organism to function. The tests she ran on my five cats reveal that they’ve already had a recent dose of Ivermectin so she doesn’t want to give it to them again. Instead, she wants to inject me and my dog with some flea treatments, and it will eventually spread to the cats.

First I protest because I’ve never seen flea medication given as an injection. Usually it is topical or in a pill form. She says that we have a serious infestation and this would not be enough. Next I argue that I’m not sure if it is safe for people. She makes me feel guilty for putting something on an animal that I’m not willing to put on myself. I agree to take a shot.

I look at the syringes strewn out across the table and ask her which one she is going to use. I’m really worried about that giant spinal tap syringe. She explains that she is going to use all of them. I count them and see that there are 14. I tell her that this doesn’t make any sense and that I must be dreaming. She argues that I can’t be dreaming because in a dream, I don’t know how to count. I accept that this is true and then get really worried about what to do. She says she is going to put seven shots in one arm and six in the other. I tell her that this is only 13 and she says that the 14th, the spinal tap syringe, will go to my dog.

I’m about to submit, to accept that this woman is a professional and that I should trust her when I remember that I do have free will and that I don’t need to be bullied. I tell her that I’m uncomfortable with her explanations and that I can’t trust her with something so potentially dangerous as injecting substances into my body and my dog’s body. She tries to make me feel guilty and says I just won’t do it because I’m afraid of all the shots. I admit that I am afraid of the shots too, but that I’m more afraid of getting a staph infection or brain damage. I tell her to leave and help her gather up her syringes. She doesn’t even remove the needles from them and she pokes herself once.

In which I rediscover a childhood possession and wake up crying…

I wake up (in my dream) thinking about the little stool that my great grandmother made me when I was a little girl. It was a multi-colored embroidered round seat standing about a foot and a half off the ground on four little wooden legs. She gave it to me when I was only six or seven years old, and by the time I was in high school it was so wobbly that I couldn’t use it to sit or stand on anymore but kept as a sentimental item. I know that I held on to it through college, but I’m not sure what happened to it after that. I lay in bed thinking about it for a long time and then remembered that I planted it in my garden. I realized suddenly that this was foolish since it the exposure to the elements would destroy it, so I ran outside in my robe and started searching my garden for it.

My garden was a multi-layered biosphere. Up above my head was a tree canopy with tall flowers sticking out. At eye level were the tops of rose bushes and tropical plants. Below this were shrubs, holly and nandina. Ground level was ivy and daffodils. Frogs jumped about the garden and I followed them because my great-grandmother loved frogs and I knew they would lead me to her stool.

I found the stool beneath an umbrella of iron plant leaves. I’d planted the wooden legs in the ground and had to dig it up. I carried it inside and got back in bed with it. My husband and I examined it from our bed.

The embroidery on the top had faded completely and the cloth had a small tear from which some of the stool top’s stuffing was visible. I touched this stuffing and was surprised how soft the material was. My husband stuck his hand inside it too, and it expanded. Beneath the embroidered surface cloth were dozens of pieces of fabric including fine silk saris and down quilts. We pulled the fabric out until we were buried in our bed under a mountain of colorful cloth.

My stool appeared to be destroyed. I picked it up by the four legs and set it on the ground, now deflated and without a stool surface. But then I saw that the bottom of the stool was hardwood and that it contained a leaf inside like a dining room table that can be expanded. I pulled it open and my stool became a beautiful hardwood table, about four feet by two feet. Folded down over the table was a delicate metal music stand made of a fine pattern of intertwined roses. I flipped it up and sat in front of it, smiling.

“Look,” I told my husband, “now I can sit on the floor and play my guitar in front of this!”

In which the houses on our street turn into pilgrims and play hockey…

I step outside on my front porch. I look at the houses across the street. They all turn into giant cartoon pilgrims. They have top hats, beards, buckle toe shoes and farmers clothes. They are a long row of identical pilgrims. All at once, they pull out hockey sticks and start playing street hockey.

In which my safety word is “Colorado”…

I was engaged in a relatively tame sex game with two men I didn’t know very well. I don’t think the details are appropriate to explain here! But what I thought was really interesting is that I told the guys that my safety word (which is the word you say to end the sex game) was “Colorado”. Once I woke up, I realized that this is also my name here on this website so I must’ve been thinking about dreaming at some level. I don’t live in Colorado or anything like that so I don’t think it could mean anything else.

November 18, 2010

I was in school... but the exact location I was at looked remarkably like the area at work where the main floor electrical room is at. Don't remember why I was there, but this class mate (DC-male) found me, and led me back to class. He put his arm around my waist, which made me think, "Wow, he's friendly... well, alright just go with it..."

Back in class, it seems they were setting up to watch a film on the projector screen. I was going to go back to my seat, but the guy (we'll call him Charlie, for kicks) suggested I could take one of those empty chairs in the corner and sit next to him.

Well... alright. I did so, and he leaned against me for cuddles. "Oh dear. This is definitely going a bit too far. I should tell him I'm with Jack, but I don't want to hurt his feelings..."

The dream dissolved and as I was lying in bed, thinking over the dream, I thought, "Oh, just a dream... I should've just gone for it and gotten lucky then!" "But I don't want some random stranger DC... I want Darren."

And so, I had an image of Darren come before me... we talked... hinted towards DTD. He was totally game. Not to go into too much detail, for the sake of your stomaches, but we didn't get very far when I heard a tiny little voice call out, "Daaaaaad?"

"It's so hard to get any privacy when you have kids!" Darren said.

"Haha, yeah... It's probably nothing, just ignore it," I said. Try to will the voice away...

But the kid was persistent for Darren's attention. I sighed in defeat. "Alright, lets go check on him," I said.

There was an adorable little blonde haired boy laying in bed. He complained he felt sick. I felt his forehead, and it didn't feel alarmingly hot to me. Darren did the same. He discussed taking him to the hospital anyways, but Darren said it should be okay, but we'll keep an eye on him. Dream dissolved.

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID SEMI-LUCID FALSE AWAKENING

Good morning! I went away for a few days this weekend. Visited my gf's hometown. I didn't have dreaming in mind, other than sleeping in some. But after seven dreams the first night (Friday to Saturday) I just had to write them down. Even got lucid twice that first night, and the other nights had some VERY long dreams in them, and a very cool theme. I'll write them as three separate entries. I didn't write down my bedtime or anything.

Civilization
I'm playing a game very much like Civilization IV. I got control over a few units and I'm walking around in the enemy camp. I can see Indian tents and stuff like that everywhere. I destroy everything I can with my tiny soldiers. The enemy troops retaliate and I am victorious. With just a few soldiers left in each group, I click the "+" button. My teams are quickly replenished and I continue wreaking havoc. A side menu pops up and I can see alot of different awesome upgrades they have. "Veterans, +20 damage" and so on. A movie scene appears and a couple of guys in strange costumes are chanting over a kettle. A building is about to be sunk into the ground with magic. I successfully sink the building before my troops are destroyed.

Call of Duty DILD
I am playing a virtual reality Call of Duty game. I got an UZI and the longer I aim, the more precise the sight becomes. I take out several guys standing on the third floor of a building, behind some broken windows. Apparently I'm in some kind of dark, oldschool city. I check my score. 25/6. I am way ahead of everyone else. I run down some stairs and almost run in to a guy, which I quickly stab to death with my knife. It's getting pretty hectic and I don't feel like staying for too long. I head for the backdoor and leave the ruins.

I run for my life as bullets hit the ground very close to me. I go down a hill, and take out a sniper. I try to aim with it, but the guys coming over the hill are spraying me with bullets and I don't dare to stand still. It's still very dark outside, but I spot my friend G. The dream gets kinda fuzzy, but we enter a car and leaves. We're cruising around in my old neighbourhood from when I was a kid. We're trying to find the way to something, but we keep getting lost. After driving around for a while, we stop next to a forest, and get out.

We walk around for a while, scouting the area perhaps. Then walk back towards the car. I pick up a beercan and figure I can amplify the volume of the speakers with it. G tells me he's going to steal the car parked next to ours, and looks around on the ground for the keys. I get in our car and close the door. I realise I am dreaming. I leave the can in the car and decide to see what G would say if I told him this is just a dream. I get out of the car. "Hey G, you do realise this is just a dream right?" I ask him. "Yeah ofcourse!" he tells me.

I can't really focus on anything because of it being so dark, and suddenly I'm floating. Going up a few meter. The dream starts to fade. I quickly look at my hand and see a very bright hand, with a bright background instead of black. I hold this imagine for a few seconds. I wake up.

Spy Mission
I'm a spy of some kind, walking around in a building. I spot a guy and I know he's got the combination to a door that I need. I sweep his legs and point a gun at him while he's on the ground whimpering. "What is the the code" I ask him and notice it's a guy from highschool who was in my class. "Farting Warts" he tells me and I leave him. I try the combination but it doesn't work.

Stefan from work appears and I ask him casually if he knows the combination. "Yeah sure, it's "Unit It"" I try it on the safe-like door and it opens easily. I get a strange thought in my head. "What if the door just shuts on its own" BAM! The door shuts tight. I really want to see what's in that room, so I imagine it being very easy to open once again. I can easily open it and there's no resistance what so ever. I wake up before I get to see anything in the room. I decide to DEILD and lie completely still. My arms and hands are having very intense spasms, and once again it feels like they're bending in impossible angles. I know this is how I feel in SP now, and I try to ignore the feelings. I wake up and give Niklas (the former school friend) a call, and tell him about the dream.

My Dead Grandpa DILD
I'm at work. Doing high jumps on a table. There's a soft matress lying on the table and there's one of those bars they use. Björn is there with me, and we compete against eachother. It's a piece of cake really, and we get bored quickly. I put on my jacket, but Björn decides to put on someone else's jacket. He fools around, pretending to be a monkey or whatever. I smile and look to the left. Sitting at a table, staring at me, is my dead grandpa.

I get kind of shocked and slowly walk towards him. He looks straight into my eyes and he doesn't look very healthy. "Grandpa?" I ask him. I haven't seen him in about 10 years, and I get a bit emotional. He looks exactly like he looked the last time I saw him, and his face isn't distorted at all. His skin is pretty grey/green. Suddenly he opens his mouth, gasping for air. This is too horrible for me to watch, and I look away, thinking; "Fuck that, this shit ain't happening in my dream".

His gasping stops, and I realise that I am dreaming. This is way too heavy to just ignore, and I decide to see what he has to say. "This is a dream" I tell him. "Yes it is. What was the last thing your mother told you, before I died?" He asks me. I try to remember and I get a few false memories, but nothing concrete. "Uhm, well she told me..." is all I manage to say.

Fragments
*An old baker is telling me how he is a soldier, but in his heart, he has dough! He's very old and his skin is all red. He got flour everywhere and a white apron. I think it was related to the Civilization dream.

*I'm standing on a grass covered island, trying to get to the other side. The bridge infront of me is broken, and I can only take a few steps out in the water before it gets too deep for my boots. Two old guys walk up to me and they smile. They have to cross, and decide to walk around instead. I do the same.

*I've got 300 kr left on my bank account. I double check the amount and I can see that I've spent 8000 kr twice on something. Something about Monica's loan or whatever. I get pretty anxious.

Amount of sleep: Around 10 hours

Supplements before bed: Nothing

That's it! Pretty intense night, with two lucids! Sweet. Got two more nights with long, intense dreams coming up!
No supplements at all this weekend, and I will wait until next Saturday before I do some Galantamine + Choline.

Keep on dreaming, HARE BRA!

This was last Thursday while I was out of town. This was my first successful WILD using the common sleep paralysis technique. I've had DEILDs and I think an accidental WILD once. But this was the first using this technique. Some interesting notes:

- I've been attempting WILD on and off for about 3 months. Probably about 20-25 attempts.
- I was out of town in a hotel room instead of my normal bed. It's the first time I've slept in a different bed in quite some time.
- This was the night of Thanksgiving holiday, so I had a very large meal for dinner, but no alcohol.
- I went to bed early, compared to my normal schedule.
- The WILD happened after about 7 hours of sleep.
- I had other dreams before in the same night, but I didn't have my dream journal with me so I couldn't write them down or recall them.

The Hot Tub
Method WILD, DEILD
Lucidity C
Vividness C
Control C
Awoke naturally after a dream around 7am, decided to try to WILD. I lay still on my back for about 10 minutes and felt some sleep paralysis. Changed position to my side and let my mind wander. After a few minutes, I felt sleep paralysis again and then a strange feeling in my head. It's like when you are really really tired and you feel a swell of tiredness in your head that makes you close your eyes and droop your head suddenly. This was my cue to start visualizing. I had a scene in mind, one that I've been trying to incubate for a long time.

This is real memory from when I was about 15 years old. I'm at a party with a bunch of high school friends in a girl's backyard. They have a pool and a hot tub. I visualize standing a few feet from the hot tub, looking down into the blueness of the water. There are two girls in the pool wearing bikinis. Mostly, I am trying to focus on the blue blob of the water and the dark silhouettes of the two people sitting in it. I start to see the blueness in the hypnagogic hallucination.

I transition into the scene as if through a tunnel with a blue light at the end. I am in the scene and I know I am dreaming. The scene is a bit wrong. It's my own backyard instead of the girl's. And the girls are sitting in reversed positions as compared to how I visualized it. But it's pretty much what I was trying to incubate. I can't move though and I still feel my physical body. I wait patiently and the dream gets a bit clearer. I look at the two girls, now on either side of me. I am excited that I've gotten this far. But now the two girls start arguing with each other. Something about getting your own job instead of working for your father. I'm surprised. I don't know where this dialogue came from. The dream fades.

Now awake, but I can DEILD. I try to visualize the blue water again for a few moments. Then I am reminded that I am laying in bed, so my hallucinations change. I am in a bed with white sheets with the two girls instead of in the hot tub. It's pleasant but I try to concentrate back on the blueness of the water. I re-enter the hot tub scene and wait for it to solidify. I am calmer now. I am able to look around and appreciate the scene. It's bright daylight. I look at one girl and feel her skin. I look at the texture of her brown hair. I am aware that I am sitting in the water, but I don't quite "feel" the wetness. I try to focus on my body to feel the water. The dream fades again.

Before bed I took 400mg valerian, 50mg vitamin B-6 and 0.5mg melatonin. I woke up at 3:30 am and did a WBTB. I also performed a MILD before sleeping. In addition, I attempted to incubate a dream about Myst Uru.

Uru Marker Quest

I am in D'ni, doing a marker quest (this takes a while to explain if you don't know what I'm talking about. You can google these things if you're curious). I am in a big room "upstairs" (a vauge dreaming impression, I don't know what building I may have been in). I follow the markers "downstairs" into a large dark blue grey room. It is a little reminiscent of somewhere in Kadesh Tolesa. The marker quest is describing a murder mystery (taken from waking memory. I was on such a marker quest before going to bed, and it was a location I was at during this quest that I was trying to incubate). The markers tell me about a group of people who "explore the walls". They seem to be suspicious, and I look around the walls of the room. I also call someone on the telephone. One guy in particular does not have a telephone. For some reason this makes him even more suspicious.

The County Fair

In this dream, I am back at my old job with the Army Corps. I am working at the public relations booth at a local county fair.

My former boss is supposed to call me (taken from waking life. I had to call my present boss this morning because he was supposed to call me and didn't). I am at home, but I know he is talking to someone about my phone number. He can't remember my number, and therefore can't call me. I somehow walk into his office as he is saying this.

"You need my number?" I ask, surprising him. We exchange greetings, since we haven't seen each other in a while. Then he sends me out to the county fair.

It is cold and rainy, and many vendors have pulled out of the fair. I myself am a little disgusted with the fair for some reason. I am hungry and decide to get something to eat. I stop at a booth selling hot dogs. I order a hot dog since it is only 75 cents. Then I decide to order french fries too, even though I wasn't going to at first. I fall into conversation with the vendor while he prepares my food, who is also disgusted with the fair.

"This fair ain't like it used to be" he says, squirting ketchup and mustard into a plate and then dumping fries in. "Look at all the people who have pulled out".

"I know," I say, "I think this is going to be our last year here." In fact, I know it is, because I am the one who schedules the fairs. He hands me my food. The fries have onions and peppers mixed in with them. It looks pretty tasty.

I walk for a while, and come to some railroad tracks. There are some people walking on the tracks. What they do is wait for the warning lights to flash on the track signalling a train is coming. Then they jump on the tracks and walk, as though that is the safe time to walk. I try to warn them not to do this (though I seem to be walking on the tracks with them). I describe to them how "two of my relatives - or ancestors, I guess" were killed doing this.

The above dreams were recorded at 3:30AM during the WBTB. The following dreams I recorded this morning.

Western Christmas Carol

I am with some bad guy, in a sheriff's office of the Wild West. The bad guy has a rather distinctive face, looking like a typical bad guy. While we are waiting for the sheriff, another guy walks in and leans on a counter in front of us. Those of us waiting in the office are startled to see how much this new guy looks like the villain. They could be twins, except this new person is much younger. Then a second person walks in and leans on the counter next to the first person. He too looks exactly like the villain, but he has a big bushy beard. Those of us waiting (the villain, myself, some other person, and Peter Lorre - I don't know how he fit in) talk about the coincidence. Then the villain starts reliving past memories.

The past memories are brought on by the fact that the first look-alike reminded him of his own youth. It is like the Ghost of Christmas Past for him, and he begins to soften up by remembering how he used to be. Then, when he sees the second look-alike, he thinks of the present, and how things could have been different. This then, is the Ghost of Christmas Present.

Then the sheriff walks in. If we were surprised before, imagine our shock at seeing the sheriff - an exact double of our villain, except for the badge and hat. This is the Ghost of Christmas Yet to Come, with the ominous foreshadowing of a hanging.

Sad Dream

This dream may have been part of the Western Christmas Carol dream, as it started out in a similar scene. It deals with some issues from the waking life that are sad and personal to some close friends, so I won't go into much detail in the first part. It cheers up a bit by the end, though.

A man, falsely accused of a crime or imprisoned for a petty crime, has a heart attack while in prison. They could have let him out to go to the doctor, but they didn't. He dies. This makes the following events even more tragic and frustrating for the family. Some other things happen (taken from waking memories) that add to the family's grief. There are some scenes of sadness.

Somehow the scenes above lead into a story of three guys who go to Russia. They send a letter to the United States' government threatening to do something extreme. This causes the government to go into a tizzy, and then reports come that the three guys have taken over Russia. What actually happened is that they claimed Russia and nobody bothered to argue with them. It was so silly that it wasn't worth Russia's effort. However, the newspapers pick up the story and blow it out of proportion. Some of us get a big laugh out of that. "Then violence spreads" as it was said in my dream. I am sort of writing this as a story and living it at the same time. Everything disintegrates into a big fight and mass destruction. I buy candy.

The Minivan in the Kitchen (Lucid)

I am walking down the hallwau in my house towards the kitchen. I enter the kitchen, and on the left where the table is supposed to be is a large minivan. This isn't right, and I realize that I am dreamin. This realization seems to cause me to jump, and I wake up...

...But it's a false awakening. I find myself walking down the same hallway, and enter the kitchen again. I look to my left, and there is the minivan sitting there. This reminds me that I'm dreaming. Once again I jerk when I realize that, and either wake up, have a FA, or something. I can't remember anything else.

I think we were chased by ghosts. Dragged, vacuumed in direction of points of will. I kept hold of the door frame. Then running, flying some more around until I realized we were the ghosts as in the movie 'the others'. I wanted to tell it to my companions, but woke up.


Earlier I dreamt I was fighting a neighbor and when ended he screamed after me: " You had predicted this."

Note: Tigress, MoSh, and I have all planned on a shared dream this night. Since Tigress and I have yet to both remember a Harry Potter dream, we're going to take another shot at the dreams where we're at the sorting, but this time MoSh wants in on it. He says he is going to see if Asuka wants to come, too. Since I have been having problems with my WILD's, my light / sound machine took a crap so there went my preferred technique to enter a WILD, I have asked Q to make sure everyone makes it to Hogwarts ok. Even if I'm not lucid, I will still be there, but I won't be as able to go fetch anyone else who hasn't made it there on their own.

I am in a room that looks very familiar by now, considering I have been in there a couple of times already, and I have a strange sense of de-ja-vu. I know I have been here before, doing this exact same thing. I look at the walls of the circular room, the tapestries look familiar, the large wooden door on one side of the room… I can tell everything that is about to happen… such as I know a woman that looks like Professor McGonagall from the Harry Potter series is about to step through that door and start talking to us. I can tell what she is going to say, well most of it, anyway… in the version I am 'remembering' I hadn't really been listening to her very closely… The feeling that is going along with this is really strange, it seems like I am in some kind of surreal world even though everything looks very normal… at least for the interior of a castle. I hear the door open and McGonagall, she doesn't just look like McGonagall, she IS McGonagall, enters the room. I look around, feeling almost like I might be stoned… I'm not sure how I would know that since I've never been stoned in my life… "What the fuck?" I say, more to myself than anyone else, "This is fucking crazy…" I note that I am also dropping more expletives than I normally do…

"Watch your language!" McGonagall says, this is the first thing out of her mouth, "You have all been given the opportunity to attend this school, at no cost to you, to earn your education in witchcraft and wizardry… I would expect a little more respect than to have the first words out of your class be ones like that!" After making her dislike of cursing abundantly clear, she changes the subject and starts talking about the things we will be learning there in Hogwarts, it sounds like a lot of cool stuff, the kind of things I can only do in a dream right now. Wait a minute… a dream? I am reluctant to do a RC, I don't want to be dreaming, I think it would be awesome to be able to learn magic on this plane… but I do the nose pinch RC, and discover I am dreaming.

"Shit!" I let the expletive out without even thinking, I am just disappointed at the fact this isn't real. My expletive makes McGonagall stop mid-sentence to address it. She has seen who had cursed this time, she is looking directly at me. She says if I am put in her house, I will have to clean up that language or I will be finding a lot of trouble. I brush that off with a, "Pfft," I already know I am not going to be in her house. A voice off to my left says, "Is she fucking serious? You have got to be fucking kidding me!" McGonagall seems more than a little annoyed at the fact more people are cursing now, but she continues with what she has to say rather than getting distracted back to the subject of cursing.

I follow the sound of the most recent expletives and I find Tigress standing in the group of people watching in the direction of McGonagall, though McGonagall isn't actually visible right now. She says no one is going to tell her what she can and can't fucking say. I greet her, and she recognizes me, she says she had been looking for me, and is glad I made it in time. McGonagall has opened the door and people are filing through it now, Tigress and I are near the end of the line, and I see two more familiar faces. MoSh and Asuka are also there. They come over and file into the room behind us, there are only a few stragglers left to follow in after them. We all line up in the front of the great hall waiting for the sorting, and since Tigress, MoSh, Asuka, and I were some of the last ones in, we are now near the front of the line to be sorted. I notice something surprising… Vegeta is sitting at the table with the instructors… is Vegeta a teacher here? I had no idea he might be interested in teaching at Hogwarts again…

Note: In a previous series of Harry Potter dreams, before I was journaling online, Vegeta was there as a part-time instructor teaching the students martial arts, energy control, and other abilities that are not reliant on wands, so they could more easily defend themselves against the allies of Voldermort.

The sorting goes pretty much as I had expected, the sense of de-ja-vu continues, but at least now I know why. A couple students I don't recognize are sorted out to Hufflepuff and Gryffindor… then it is MoSh's turn, I hear him say he doesn't want to be put in Slytherin, but thinks he might be because he turns into a snake… I comment that where you go isn't based on what transformations you're capable of… He says he knows that, and goes over to put the hat on. After a hesitation, the hat finally assigns him to Gryffindor. MoSh looks very relieved as he goes to the table, and Asuka is right behind him… McGonagall calls to her to stop, she hasn't been sorted yet, she pauses, points at MoSh, then reluctantly comes back and puts on the hat. It assigns her to Gryffindor, and she runs over to the table to grab a seat next to MoSh. Tigress watches that and then it is her turn to get sorted into a house, she goes over and puts the hat on… it assigns her to Ravenclaw. Wait… is that different than past dreams or the same? I can't be sure of that, I also have a memory of her being sorted into Gryffindor, but I am not sure what happened in the neighboring worlds… McGonagall snaps me out of my confused thoughts, telling me it is my turn to be sorted. I go over and put the hat on… it is getting redundant, but I arrange to be in Slytherin yet again… and it complies. I am thinking at this rate I am never going to get the chance to be healing anyone even if I am in Slytherin…

I head down to the Slytherin table and have a seat in an area that is mostly clear, the closest person is several seats away from me. I think it might make me look anti-social, but I really don't want to deal with a bunch of people I don't know right now, so I really don't care. The rest of the sorting is boring… I am paying very little attention to the proceedings when I notice someone sitting right beside me. My first thought is to get annoyed, there are plenty of empty seats without having to sit right beside me… I look and see it is Draco beside me, he has an expression on that I don't see on him very often… a smile! Like in this photo of Tom Felton, who plays Draco Malfoy in the movies! I had intended to tell him to leave me alone, but I am a bit surprised at seeing him sitting there smiling at me and I hesitate on telling him to go away… then I realize that we're in the same house, so we're going to be around each other… and if I'm going to heal his heart, I will have to be around him at some point… So I don't say anything. Crabb and Goyle are immediately behind Draco, and they go to sit down on the other side of him. Draco tells them to go away, there isn't enough room for them here… Goyle says there are plenty of seats, indicating the stretch of about six seats between Draco and the next person. Draco just repeats that there isn't room for them, telling them to go sit somewhere else. Crabb barely gets out a, "But…" when Draco, losing a bit of his smile, just says, "Go!" Crabb and Goyle slink off looking dejected and find seats a bit farther down the row.

Draco puts his smile back on and turns back to me, saying now that the rude interruption is over… He pauses for a bit, then apparently decides I'm not going to say anything, so he goes ahead. He introduces himself, saying his name is Draco Malfoy, he adds that I have no doubt heard of the Malfoys… I lie and say I have never heard the name Malfoy before, nor the name Draco, so if he is thinking we have met before, I'm certain we have not. Draco seems a bit taken aback by that, apparently thinking everyone has heard of the Malfoys. He is about to say something when the Gryffindor table erupts in cheers, Harry Potter has just been assigned to Gryffindor, they're over there cheering, "We got Potter! We got Potter!" Draco acts disgusted at that, asking if I can believe the way they're acting over Potter. He looks back at me, not smiling, and says something about me knowing of Harry Potter and not the Malfoys, saying that is because Potter is always stealing the spotlight for himself… I decide to maintain objectivity as much as possible, not to befriend or antagonize Draco any more than necessary, so I say I have no clue who this Harry Potter person is, either. Draco looks at me, surprised again, so I add that if he must know, the place I come from is very far away, so I am not familiar with the well known people of their area… the only Potter I know is a Martha Potter, a really rude girl from my muggle high school who used to spend far too much of her time coming up with insulting things to call me.

Dumbledore spends some time talking in front of the group, he is talking about the Tri-School Wizard Tournament, which is a variant of the Tri-Wizard Tournament from the books, and two people, one woman and one man, would be selected from each house to participate in a series of challenges. Anyone failing to complete a challenge would be eliminated from the tournament. If everyone finishes, whoever finishes last is eliminated from the tournament. This is continued until they have found their winner. There would be two other schools visiting us, and they would also have their participants, so whoever gets picked should go out there and make Hogwarts look good. He then adds that Vegeta is, indeed, teaching there. He says Vegeta is teaching a class about non-magical defenses, in case anyone gets caught without a wand, it is important to know how to defend one's self. Draco mutters something about not wanting to fight like a stupid muggle, I tell him I know Vegeta, and using his techniques, he could kick the ass of any witch or wizard in existence. Vegeta has power like Draco would never believe. He can see I am being serious, he looks at Vegeta again, this time seeming to think a bit more about him.

Food appears, but I find I don't have much of an appetite. Draco is smiling again, now that he is sure I'm not a Harry Potter fan, then says welcome to Hogwarts, he will be glad to show me around. He eats a bit, then I ask him how he can show me around since this is his first year here, too. He puffs himself up like he thinks he's some kind of a peacock or something, and announces that his father, Lucious Malfoy, is on the governing board here, so I have been here many times with him. I know everything around here. He is smiling bigger now, apparently thinking that would impress me somehow, but I am not impressed. I just give a nonchalant, "Cool," as a response. He says he didn't catch my name. I hesitate, but then I tell him my name is Raven Knight. He repeats the name Raven a time or two, maybe trying to be sure he remembered it, and now dessert appeared. My lost appetite came back, as I saw all sorts of chocolate! Now I started eating, chocolate cakes, chocolate pies, chocolate candy, chocolate ice cream… Some delicious chocolate candies with a creamy white chocolate under dark chocolate and then a crunchy chocolate center…

Draco is watching me make a pig of myself, though he doesn't seem to mind, he looks like he is zoned out into a trance or something. The remainder of the food disappears… bummer, no more of the candies. Everyone is getting up to head to the dorms. Crabb and Goyle come rushing over to Draco, apparently not thinking anything of the fact they had just been brushed off earlier… Draco has a plate full of the candies I had been pigging out on, Goyle reaches for them, but Draco pulls them away. "These aren't for you," he snaps at Goyle, "You can go get your own. Now get on down to the Slytherin dorms, I'll meet you there later." Crabb tries to snatch a candy, but Draco won't let him have any, either. Draco holds the plate out towards me, he says he saved me some of the candies I liked so well. I tell him I have had enough, though I am afraid I might be drooling a bit which would definitely give me away… Draco smiles and then somehow turns the plate into a bag, tied closed at the top, and he hands that to me. He says I can keep it for later, then. He says he will show me where our dorms are, I'm not sure how to get away from him right now… I feel like I might wake up, which is not good when I am right next to Draco… I tell him what I really need is a bathroom. He shows me where one is. I tell him I really think I might be a while… too much chocolate… so don't wait, I would find my way to the dorms and see him later. He hesitates, seeming disappointed, but finally leaves. I go into the bathroom and wake.

Nov 28, 2010

Ok so all I remember of the dream that happened before my lucid dream is I was driving on wooden planks elevated over a muddy swamp. We made it to a dead end where the planks stopped but when I turned around to head back I wasn't driving anymore, I was crawling on the planks. I was very angry because they were covered in mud and it would ruin my phone. The whole dream had a creepy vibe to it. Anyway after about 4 ft of crawling I was suddenly on my side in a bed in a random room. I rolled over but when I did I saw something dark and horrifying in the corner of my eye and it was standing in front of my mom. As soon as I could see it, it let out a shrill high pitch cry, that blood curdling scream and I felt like my skin was crawling. I think this is what woke me up but not fully.

I woke in my bed but realizing that I was slowly coming out of SP I stopped moving closed my eyes and focused on breathing. Almost a split seconds after closing my eyes I heard that Horrifying scream and my skin was crawling again but this time I knew it was SP and about 2 seconds later bam I was in a bed wide awake.

I was like, ok, scream over, am I in my bed or not. I didn't want to know I just wanted to know if I was dreaming. I instinctively grabbed my nose. I could still breath. I checked 4 more times, I have actually tricked myself in a dream once because of only trying once. So I was confident in myself knowing I was dreaming and was lucid I was soooo excited but remembering to stay calm. I got up out of bed, for some reason, knowing my best friend would be in this dark unfamiliar room with me. He is in about 90% of my dreams. I went over and woke him up. He got up and he actually walked to the door and opened it for me and then he walked through. When I left the room I was walking down the OH SO familiar hallway of his house. We went to the kitchen flipped on a light switch and bam kitchen light came on. He did what he pretty much always does in his house and that is Get something to eat ha. The light switch thing confirmed all my ideas that the rules all of you make and follow only apply because you believe them. For some reason his Mom was hiding under a table that has never been there before and arguing with him about something.

At this point I decided it was time to take control. I walked to his front door opened the door went down his front porch steps and stood in his yard. It was a beautiful night. There was a cool breeze and the moon was full. It was exactly like his yard except way off in the distance I could see a huge city, he lives in the country. I decided that regardless of what happens I was gonna try to fly. I knew it was possible, i have had dreams of flying and I knew that it was a dream and in dreams anything is possible. So I bent my knee's like I was gonna jump then I pushed off and slowly took to the sky.

I just took it all in. It was unbelievable. I was actually lucid dreaming. Then one thought ran through my mind. A rule that I have read on the forum and for some reason believed. I read that taking on something like flying can take a lot of effort and wake you up. As soon as that thought ran through my head everything started to fade away. Quickly I spun. I spun as fast as I could. 2 seconds later I was way up in space. Looking at the stars. I floated there content for about 20 seconds and then I could see my arms and then my wall. I was back in my room, on my bed. Did a reality check and sure enough I was awake. It was Unbelievably Wonderful. I cant stop playing it over and over in my head.

Thanks for reading.

11.28.10
Type: Lucid, Memorable
Lucidity: 8/10
Vividness: 9/10

I'm just going to write this one as a pretty direct translation from my dream journal.

Library with my Dad.. return to the library later with my friend alex. I'm sitting on the couch with my cousin L and also J.Z., a girl I used to like and respect in highschool, in the same library, playing guitar. I think we are all playing music together and the sound is incredible and everything just flows together like water in a stream, really beautiful. The dream changes and we are exploring a massive basement in a house, supposedly JZ's, concrete floors and generally abandoned. Feels like a warehouse almost. One room we enter has a big worksmiths metal cabinets with boxes of junk and tools, as JZ passes by she laughs and pulls a joke by pulling out in succession boxes with rocks paper and scissors out- very funny and cute. We leave and go to 2 other rooms, one is dilapidated like one of those rotting/falling apart old abandoned houses I saw quite often in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan, also massive and completely empty, like a house inside of this basement. The other we enter and close the door, steel push handle pretty classic big heavy door. There's a huge AC/furnace in the room big enough to power a hotel, and there is a massive storage unit which JZ jokes that she might use if only she were tall enough to reach it, and indeed it is about 12 feet tall with no way to access it.
Now here's the really incredible part of this dream - I realize that I'm dreaming when I experience a sort of dream overlap which I haven't ever experienced before, I described it upon waking like this:

Somewhere along the line I realize that I'm dreaming because I feel LIsa's foot moving next to my ear. It is like my view is 50/50 in the dream state, half of my perception is occupied by feeling her foot moving and see the foot/ my head interacting in some sort of architecture rendering mode, all grey and blue lines like a vector model of the scene mapped out - on top of that or simultaneously I see the dream scene, the room and L and JZ on top of that. It's like a ripple in the dream state.

I tell L this and she says that we should wake up since it isn't good to leave out your instruments while we sleep since the temperature change at night could ruin them [lol..s igh] but I insist that it is okay, trying my best to convince her not to wake up, which I do wind up convincing her not to. I feel this sensation of overlapping dreams several times. Lisa jokes that she can't open the door as if we are stuck in this dream room, and JZ and I are like wtf you're joking and she is, we all run out of the room laughing and vault up some big concrete stairs with yellow large painted railings like you see at loading docks at supermarkets. At the top of the stairs we walk into the same library that I have already visited twice tonight, and though I don't realize it we are all sleeping in some corner of that very room [so I believed at the time]. L asks what I want to do now before we wake up, I think about it and recall some hilarious joke images I saw earlier in the night [ or maybe in waking life] that I wanted to enjoy again or recreate.. I feel the dream starting to fade, so I touching things and focusing on their texture- clothes, large leaves on a potted plant nearby, stone of a raised circular sitting area, and finally the carpet on the floor, which has tiny raised squares and is soft with a very pleasant active texture which brings my dream back into full vividness [sweet, first time I've remembered to use this and it as very successful].. at this point though I lose some lucidity and walk over to the library computers and pull up the images which are displayed in some sort of WoW/WC3 program, some of them are funny internet type joke images and just weird, but after going through a few I get bored and feel that L is waiting for me so I log off and find L and tell her we can wake up now, and I actually do wake up : )

SO.. pretty incredible and exciting experience for me. When I woke up I was totally blown away by what had just happened. Becoming lucid in a dream within a dream shared with other dream characters! haha! I realized I was dreaming when my perception was interrupted/expanded [I wrote down this phrase "interruped/expanded" in my DJ and I feel like it describes the sensation perfectly- has anyone else also had this experience?] to the view of the food near my head on the pillow. I wasn't fully fully lucid though I don't think, since I had confused my situation in that the last dream I had exited to be waking life, instead of just being the last dream I had experienced. Also, this lucid had a much different feel to it than all my other lucids.. in those I became totally aware that I was in my head and imagination or whatever, and thought only about my control over the situation and what sort of things that I should do, almost like I'm set in that white loading dock in the Matrix movies where you can summon guns and everything, but with nothing really happening around me.. But in this dream I was aware that I was dream while simultaneously enjoying the freedom of interacting with a fully formed dream scenes and stable dream characters.. I really enjoyed this a lot. In the other lucids I was so focused on my own ability, my own power, that it felt almost crippling, like I was trying to grasp desperately onto what I might be able to do, my lack of capability for control, etc. This dream felt so free and revitalizing in comparison.

I think that perhaps the overlapping perspective may have been an actual awareness of my physical body, my head on the pillow, and the foot may have been a hallucination that my mind used to compensate for a stable world environment.. what tricks the mind plays in order to keep itself afloat! Really beautiful experience though. I hope everyone is waking in their dreams, and having liberating experiences.

Sweet jam I just found, not anything to do with dreaming but fun to write a DJ to hah

I'll get to the DEILD in a second, but first, yesterdays semi successful WILD attempt.

Failed WILD To School
It was my first time trying to do a WILD. I was using the same tactics as explained by YoshiKing, for an afternoon nap. Later in the process, my body was becoming numb and I was trying to imagine my subconscious self walking down a hallway. I could feel myself going deeper and deeper into my mind when suddenly, next thing I remember was myself walking down a hallway in a school. I seem to have missed all the exciting thing before heading into a dream. That being said, I was only very semi lucid and couldn't really control much of my dream. I then headed into a classroom with as lot of familiar faces from my high school days back in the US. Can't really remember much after that.
Dream sign would be seeing familiar faces from highschool. I currently live in Singapore, 8,500 miles away from my home in the US where see none of the people I use to know.

Cookies To 'Pandora'
Okay, later the same day, as I was preparing to sleep for the night, I thought I would try to WILD again. But soon I realized that I would not be able to do it with my hubby snoring next to me. I love him so much, but just wanted to 'accidentally' bump him so he would wake up and not be snoring. Decided against it and went to sleep. I don't really remember the dream I had except I had received an award, and the award was some kind of bumpy silvery broach looking thing that was quite pretty. Next thing I knew, I was half awake and decided to go back to sleep with the intention of having a LD. It worked! I, maybe 75%, knew I was in a dream when I started to see some familiar faces from back in the US. I also had pretty good control over my dream self and acted on my own will for the most part. She(friend from US) was making some cooking for an event and I decided to help her, since she seemed a bit grumpy. Could feel her negativity. So, I started to help her and her mood didn't get any better, but what was cool was I could feel and smell the cookie dough. Lumpy, sticky, mushy feel with a sugary flour smell =D After that, my dream self wanted a change of scenery, so I walked out a door and I was in a dense tropical/temperate forest. I saw this ancient stone bridge covered in vines that connected two cliffs. I told myself that there are dinosaurs here and that a brontosaurus was coming and I didn't want to be stepped on. So I climbed up the cliff edge and then onto the stone bridge, but instead of a brontosaurus appearing, a female humanoid about the same size as me jumped onto the bridge from the tall surrounding flora. She looked like a mix between Protoss from Starcraft and Na'vi from Avatar. The skin was a pale, fleshy pink/purple color. She then called out and said to follow her before the bridge collapsed. Which it then started to as we both hurried to the other side. There, was a community of these Protoss Na'vi people, male and female wearing tribal-like clothing. The buildings were very primitive and made use of the surrounding flora, trees, bushes, etc. I saw the males lying on the dirt ground talking with each other and showing off their muscles to me while the women were sitting at some sort of open eating place gossiping to each other and staring at me and the males while drinking something. For some reason I started to say something along the lines of how beautiful the males were and how the females were also beautiful but the males were more beautiful than them. The females then grimaced at me.
This dream was fairly realistic =D

I did a morph of the female humanoid I saw in my dream and this is basically what she looked like only with a cloak over her head:
w/ hair - http:--i11.photobucket.com/albums/a189/milky_way_sora/Humanoidinmydream11-10.jpg
w/o hair - http:--i11.photobucket.com/albums/a189/milky_way_sora/makeover.jpg
(copy the link and replace -- with // )

Okay, that's it!
Please post comments on what you think about my entry =)

I gave up on my dreams. As cheesy as it may sound in a normal context, it is a much more mundane thing to say on these forums.

I still have my goals for the future, I haven't lost my way, but I have lost the time (for the past couple of months at least) to write in my dream journal. I told myself I would be good this time, that I would write up my dreams every day. I was good for a while but then it turned to writing a weekly digest of my dreams and then I just got lazy. I truly was excited about the Shared Dreaming class but I let AP Chemistry and friendship problems derail me from the class (though they probably were more important in the long run considering I can still learn shared dreaming). I feel ashamed to have given up so quickly.

I am trying again though. I still am as interested in dreams as ever (possibly even more) and I am going to try even harder this time to stay on track. With almost every thing I do I fail the first time and subsequently get closer and closer to succeeding. What began as writing down about one dream every six months and giving up after that one night in the fourth grade blossomed into writing a detailed dream journal every day (with multiple dreams each day) for weeks. One could say I've been building up my dream journaling stamina. Hopefully I'm ready for the marathon this time.

That's it, I just wanted to state that I'm coming back and that I hope to disappoint myself less this time.
xo. jessietea

All text in black was written on paper immediately after awaking, unedited. Orange text was written during the re-recorded post online, and contains assessments, ideas, etc.
I had written down the night before a goal: Have 1 dream that is vividly remembered upon waking up. Write down at least a page on it. This goal was completed.

It all began in Homer. I decided to leave Homer and the restaurant to go traveling. I went south by means of thumb. All the way. I stayed in some kind of monastary, castle, or something in New Mexico. It turned out to be an insane house, which I found out in a lunch room. This kid brought me lunch. We talked, I don't remember what about. Then we escaped. The people were after us! I got hit in the leg by a tranquilizer gun, but stayed awake long enough to get away. We took the tranquilizer dart and began hitch-hiking North. I got a ride, then remember being in Quebec, Canada. I walked around with some others. It was night, and not winter. However, when I woke up, it had became winter. I remember the stores vividly. Each was the same shape, but a different color. However, it was night, and everything was closed. I went and must have slept, but I don't remember where. The next day, I walked through the buildings again, and took a photo of the image. I have a picture drawn, the buildings are storefronts, but all are like houses, the same shape.

The interesting thing about this dream, is I seem to remember it, even now, very vividly, but I don't remember many details. I have a very strong visual memory of this dream. It also makes me think of my father, who was French Canadian, and bipolar. I feel these were strong influences in this dream.