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Awake, Non-lucid, Lucid, [Commentary made while awake]

[I apologize in advance for how much of the page this entry takes up. It was my longest lucid dream to date, though, and I wanted to make the best record of it I could.]

I'm at my old high school, outside the entrance to my mom's old classroom. The open-air entrance on one side of the classroom and the semi-enclosed atrium on the other side are reversed from the sides they're on in real life. I'm listening to an old woman [Betty J.? Aunt Edie? I'm not sure] talk about life. I also remember reading some text about how in the old days, we just lived together with love and respect for one another as a matter of course, without any need for external forces like social programs to manipulate or engineer good feelings between people. [Yep. That sounds like my mind, all right.]

I'm playing PackRat. [Again. I am so sick of dreaming about PackRat, and I know perfectly well that the only way to stop dreaming about it is to stop playing it. That'll happen at the end of this year, I hope.] I discover that the reason an old collection cannot be completed is that they created all the cards, with artwork and everything, but never actually made them available to players.

I'm looking through a rack of envelopes of photo prints, organized by the subject of the photos.

I'm reading a novel on a shiny, black electronic reader. The last page of one chapter has a small illustration of a rolling, bouncing boulder on it [this illustration is from a particular PackRat card]. The electronic reader has small, rectangular “previous page” and “next page” buttons in the lower right corner. It also has readouts in the lower left corner of the screen that show remaining battery life and how many inches from your eyes the screen is. It says that a distance of at least 9 inches is recommended. I see my reflection in its surface and am surprised to discover that I'm wearing glasses. [I don't wear them in real life, but I might have to, someday.]

I go to say good night to my dad. He shows me that he's discovered a way to screw this cylindrical part onto his guitar so that it still has its protective plastic cover.

WBTB at 3:58 A.M. I stayed up for 10-15 minutes, taking notes on the dreams I recalled so far. Then I listened to the second half of my binaural beats file and continued doing affirmations, this time including remembering to stabilize my dream as one of them. I then spent about 45 minutes being kept awake by my coughing and sneezing, but eventually, I managed to get back to sleep. I think I even experienced sleep paralysis for the first time ever; I remember a moment when it felt like my body was vibrating or shaking really fast.

When I find myself in House #1, I immediately know I'm dreaming. [Since I was lucid from the very beginning and can remember a little bit of the sleep paralysis, I think I may have just performed a successful WILD, even though I didn't originally intend to.] This time, I succeed in remembering to stop and take in the scene before doing anything else, in order to stabilize the dream. Once again, I gaze around in awe of the fact that my mind can create such a detailed and realistic environment. Everything looks real, even though I know it's not. I walk around the house a bit, and when I get to the sinks in the bathroom and kitchen, I look at the faucets and quietly expect them to turn on, and they do, without my touching them. [I think that's pretty cool.]

I go out into the study, which looks pretty much just as it did in reality, except that the space inside it is entirely filled with spiderwebs. I turn back and go back into the house, with spiderwebs sticking all over me. When I come back in, I accidentally let a spider into the house, too. It has a big, nearly spherical body with stripes in two different shades of gray. I squash it while it's walking along the wall in the master bedroom. Then I discover another, even bigger, red spider/crab thing on the carpet, and squash that one, too, saying something about how sorry I am for making a stain on the carpet. [The carpet I squashed the spider into was light brown and semi-shaggy. House #1 never had carpet like that; that's the kind of carpet we have in House #3. I didn't notice this until after I woke up, at which point I found it highly amusing that the details of the carpet had been off in one of my dreams and I hadn't noticed. ]

My mom is there in the house. [I don't really remember the specifics of this part, but] I lie down on the bed in the master bedroom and get under the covers so that my parents won't see that I'm quivering and shaking in the throes of SP. [I don't even know.]

I decide I want to leave the house and go explore other parts of this dream world, but I feel obliged to take leave of my parents first and tell them where I'm going, but I want to keep it a secret from them that I'm dreaming. I say to myself, “If I told them I was going to school, would they believe me? Given the setting, they might.” As I say this, what I have in mind is that I'm going to pretend to be setting out on foot for my junior high school. [Funny; that was the only school I ever took the school bus to. I did walk from my house to the bus stop, though.]

I walk through the side yard toward the front gate. I find my parents in the corner of the yard, where the wall with said gate in it meets the wall of the neighbors' house, doing some kind of yard work. I say, “I'm going to school. Bye, Mom!”

“Bye, (Emiko)!” says my mom, and it sounds exactly the same as it always does when my real mom says it. [Obviously, an unaltered memory.] “Have a good day!”

“You, too!” I say, or something like it. I walk out through the front gate and down toward the street. The neighborhood seems more spacious and spread-out than it is in reality. Now that no one is looking, I begin flying, taking off from the middle of the street and traveling parallel to it and upward from it at an angle, like an airplane taking off.

As I fly higher into the air, the dream and my dream consciousness start to fade away. Now, having read the DEILD tutorial, I had some idea of what to do. I lay absolutely still in my bed and concentrated intently on the dream I had just been having, willing myself to start dreaming again. It worked. [First successful DEILD, too! I was really on a roll last night!]

I end up in a group of interconnected, upstairs rooms in a building somewhere. I seem to have flown there. The rooms are white, and there are chairs, upholstered stools, and bookshelves in them. From reading a plaque on a wall near a doorway, I learn that these rooms are reading rooms dedicated to a strange alternate take on Christianity, centered around an alternate set of gospels written by different people. [I didn't recognize it as any sect that exists in real life.] One of the rooms has an analog clock on the wall. It doesn't have numbers, just a circle and two hands, all made of the same rough, gray metal. Even though I already know I'm dreaming, I deliberately look at the clock, glance away, and then look at it again to see if the hands have jumped. The first time I try this, they seem to be in pretty much the same position they were in, so I try again. The second time, they've jumped to a totally different position. I am pleased with myself; again, I was expecting that to happen, so it did.

I leave these rooms and start walking down a flight of stairs. The dream starts to fade again, but again, I manage to stay in it through sheer willpower.

The stairs end in a wide hallway. There is a set of double doors to the right, leading into a room. Judging by the decorations and items outside these doors and inside the room, it looks like there's a wedding going on. Am I the bride? I wonder, but when I enter the large, rectangular room and see the retail-style displays of clothing and stuff, I think, Oh, good. Just a fair, then. I see a real-life friend [I forget who] to my right, who says to me, “Cute dress, (Emiko)!”

“Thank you!” I answer, even though I think this is an odd thing to say, because all I'm wearing is a damp, clammy black blanket wrapped around me. It feels like it's made of swimsuit material. I continue further into the room, turning to my left and walking that way. I look down and to the left, between two racks of clothing, and see another real-life friend, Eleanor B. She's wearing a royal-blue bridesmaid dress [the one she was wearing the last time I saw her in real life, which was at the wedding of some mutual friends]. I call her name twice to get her attention. She looks up, sees me, and stands up to talk to me. I come over and talk to her. When I take a closer look at the clothes hanging on the rack we're standing next to, I say something like, “And are these the new Christmas sweatshirts from Target? Cute! I want!” The sweatshirts are white and have patterns on them of snowflakes made up of narrow lines, either in shades of pink or shades of teal. They also have hems and seams in those colors. I take one pink one and one teal one off the rack and carry them with me. They feel soft.

I leave that room and find myself outside. In the distance, I can see big mountains with snow on top of them. I continue exploring and somehow [I don't remember the exact route I took] make it into an old Japanese temple (or residence, or something). It has a very old, very traditional room with tatami mats on the floor. I pry off each of my sneakers in turn, using the toe of the other foot (suddenly, I'm wearing sneakers, I think). [Yes, I actually thought that while in the dream. Now that I think of it, I think I was suddenly wearing regular clothes, too.] Leaving my sneakers (the exact same ones I have in real life, I note) out in the passageways, I enter the room with the tatami mats and walk around in it. I can feel the mats and my socks under my feet. I say aloud to myself, “Wait – we're allowed to walk around in here? Oh – of course we are; that's what I was expecting.” Yet again, something is so because I expected it to be so. [In all my real-life experience visiting historical tourist sites in Japan, we were never allowed to actually enter the rooms with the tatami; we were only allowed to look into them from the outside. I always wanted to walk around inside them, though, so now, in a dream, I got my wish. Cool.]

Outside of this room are some passageways that are all painted a dusty shade of teal, and have wooden signs hanging in them. I walk around in here for a few minutes. One of the signs says “Telephone,” and indeed, there is a pay telephone on the wall in a wooden box. It looks like an old tourist facility.

One of the doorways within these passageways leads into a spacious, modern restaurant that I recognize as the one inside the onsen [hot spring] that I visited while I was living in Japan. There are a few people sitting at tables here and there. I walk through the restaurant, looking for one of my real-life friends [I don't remember which one now]. I don't find her there, so I decide to head for the restaurant's exit and go somewhere else.

The way to the exit is through a long passageway with a wall on the right side and an upholstered bench on the left side where guests can sit and wait for tables, which separates the passageway from the rest of the restaurant. There are two people sitting on the bench. As I approach the door, I think, What shall I do next? Task of the Month – cell phone – oh, yeah! For a split second I think of getting out my cell phone to text somebody, but then I remember the new Task of the Month for November. I turn to one of the two DCs sitting on the bench, the one sitting nearest the door, who happens to be a black, pregnant woman. “Hey, can I tell you what I'm thankful for?” I say to her.

“Okay.” She straightens, sitting forward on the edge of the bench, listening to me.

“I'm thankful for my family, and [something else I can't remember now], and my computer, and for being able to come here!” I say. [Meaning, to the dream world.] Unfortunately, the dream starts to fade again just as I'm finishing my sentence.

FA in which, instead of being me, I'm Cobb. Mal is there when I wake up, the real one. [They're characters from Inception.] We talk about something, probably the dream I just had. [I don't remember now exactly what it was we talked about, but dude. That was a really weird FA.]

FA in which I count my fingers while they're spread out against the legs of my jeans. When I find I have a sixth finger on my left hand, my reaction is, “Oh, damn. Gosh-darn it!” Apparently, I really want to actually be awake. But I'm still feeling sleepy, so I lie down, sprawling over the sides of the white, wooden bench I'm sitting on.

When I woke up for real, I just lay there for several minutes because my body still felt heavy. I recalled my dream and was pretty impressed.

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Side notes:

That was the longest lucid dream I've ever had. I'm also very impressed and pleased with the number of times I succeeded in controlling what happened just by expecting something to happen. I really got the hang of that skill last night. Finally, I'm amazed that I managed to stay lucid for that long, and to force myself to keep dreaming so many times when the dream threatened to end. Wow!

While reading Robert Wagonner's Lucid Dreaming: Gateway to the Inner Self, he touched on the concept of a dream review committee. This reminded me of an LD I had a few months ago during a nap:

Weirdest dream I've had in a while. The dream was basically a series of scenes, all of which had me lucid dreaming. I can't remember every scene, but one had me getting into a van next to a car that two guys were robbing, driving off, and them chasing me. Since I was in full control, I started creating things to throw at that, starting small with bricks all the way up to gallon barrels of gas.

The only scene I remember REALLY well was walking into a magic shop. When I am lucid dreaming, I tend to play along with the dream, then go mega deity on it, but the store clerk knew it. He started talking straight to me saying, "I am the one thing you can't change." I created a sword, stabbed him, and it went through. Then, I turned and this stuffed bird started talking saying it would teach me a lot about real lucid dreaming. I spoke to it, and kept saying I would be more powerful than anyone. Realizing I was losing control, I reigned the dream back, only to have the store clerk fight that and manipulate my manipulations. Finally, he tossed me out of the scene into a series of scary scenes with him somewhere in them (think G-Man walking around). He looked a lot like David Blaine, but I think it was because it was a magic store, and I imagine all Magic Store clerks looking like that--douchey.

I woke up, terrified. As when I sleep on my back at my parent's house, I get this sense that someone or something is in the room. I ignore it because I didn't want to move out of sheer terror. Eventually, the feeling passed, but I was scared to go back to sleep for a while.

Weird, weird dream.

So, here, I was assessed of my dreaming abilities, didn't accept it, and was punished. I didn't take into consideration that this was an assessment of what I can do lucidly. Going to investigate this.

non-dream - non-lucid - lucid

05/11/10 The dream starts off with me waking up (FA) with a firm intention on playing World of Warcraft again, so I can get used to the new talent/gear system before the release of cataclysm. When I look at the computer I notice my monitor is standing on the floor. I have some sort of false memory forming that I can't remember the details about, but it makes sense that it should be there. However as I put the monitor on the desk I notice a plant on the desk, this is not unusual, however what is unusual is that it is half of a plant that I have recently moved away from the desk and I actively tell myself “this is not right, you are not supposed to me there” which results in a spurt of semi lucidity that quickly fades. There is something else that I can't remember.

Skip

I was at the recording of a TV show, reminded me of a Friday night show-type-of-thing. There were 3 people and I only recognised one of them, John Lithgow. He was wearing a big funky looking purple hat that eventually he threw on the floor, proclaiming that the place smelled like shit, his hat caught fire and he stamped it repeatedly, eventually extinguishing the fire only to find the hat covered in turd (an evolution of the old children prank although I felt like it was done intentionally). We leave the studio and this old woman, John and I go for a walk, it seems really absurd to be holding hands with the woman who is also holding John's hand as you would when taking children out for a walk.

I gradually become lucid during this, and I spend some time just looking at the scenery. When I have had enough I proclaim to the woman that since this is my dream I want to do something else so I take off in flight, but the old woman grab one of my ankles (not sure how, might have been some sort of tentacle, mental or otherwise) and slam me to the ground. I get loose and take off again this time flying backwards to keep an eye on the lady. She doesn't seem like a bad person she just think it rude leaving like that when this is the first time John Lithgow is lucid (WTF!?) in any case I think I ramble something like we need to show him what it is really like so flying might not be a bad idea. I am satisfied that my flying abilities are spot on, no wavering in the power.

I call out “MITZU!” and fly towards the place where the recording of the show took place. I am happy to see that she is in the queue to get in. I land next to her and find her eyes (I have to check that it is really her, still not sure about my abilities calling out for people) sure enough the lovely yellow eyes are looking up into mine and I go to kiss her on the cheek, she turns her head in a similar motion and I end up kissing her mouth instead, it doesn't become awkward, so I just continue to ask “so what are we going to cover today?” and I feel the dream fading and just manage to think “damnit!” before I wake up.

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I am in a first person shooter level or something of the like and we are 3 party members, here one is a little boy that can't help himself and is an easy victim (this is important as Darth Vader seems to be drawing power from this person at the crucial time when I am trying to finish him off!) I am running around trying to figure out what is going on until I face Darth Vader with a staff type red light sabre (suppose you could call it a light staff, just doesn't sound right) and I figure out what is going on and turn on my own two (so pleased that I am dual wielding blue and green sabres in my first Jedi themed dream). He kicks the shit out of me the first time. I quickly re-spawn and soon I am facing him again, this time I get him to almost no health in pure sabre combat until both our weapons (both of mine) breaks. Now it comes down to force on force skills. I have a bit of a health advantage as indicated by the bars next to our heads and I manage to catch him in a force choke that takes his bar to completely drained without finishing him off. He catches me in the next and I can see (and sense) that in that particular skill he is stronger than me, however I seem to have a speed advantage and manage to catch him in the next, but it is unstable and his health is increasing. The non-verbally explains that it is because of the boy, either he is drawing life from him directly or my concern for him makes me weak. In any case it is a draw and I just remember feeling anoyed about the boy before I wake up.

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I am in a capture the flag type game, and the map is long as hell. This seems not to be a problem as I can transform into a wasp at will. I am heading out on a mission as a wasp and I have to avoid some green clouds in order to not get sick. I manage to do this. I fly to the furthest flag and hide in a corner trying to overtake it, but quickly realise that Mark is in the house next to it also contending it. Damnit, he is a formidable foe! I transform into a wasp and fly into the house and starts flying around him stinging him a couple of times to get him out where I could transform back and surprise him. There seems to be friendliness about the whole game. After having stung him 4 times he taunts me to do it again, I don't dare as I know I don't have many stings left before my sting will be permanently in Mark. I dare not sting. And he starts swinging at me, a lot! I really want to get out of the house so I can transform back, but Mark seems to be blocking the way, damn! I wake up.

Notes: Although I hoped to speak with Mitzu, the themes of the following dreams seem somewhat “guided”. Seeing as shape shifiting isn't my thing and I have never performed a force choke (or wielded a light sabre for that matter) before. In particular I remember the shape shifting as me activating a skill by pressing a mental button, activating it. Recently I was shifting between human forms as well so this might be me learning how to do this, albeit I am not lucid while learning it. This might be a good thing as I have a very limited conscious imagination and hence need my subconscious in control to make it happen (hope that makes sense, it does to me anyhows =P). Also it is nice to notice the scenery checks finaly working for DILDs =) (the plant on my desk)

I had a dream that I went to college at ASU. I enjoyed the freedom and I liked my classes, I remember that I was taking a religion class as my humanities course. I remember wondering why I was at college while I was waiting for a couple of my friends to show me around. Then I found out that my acceptance letter was meant for someone else and I had to go home.

Awake, Non-lucid dream, Dream within a dream, [Commentary made while awake]

[This is a catch-up journal entry. This dream is from the night of October 31-November 1.]

I'm at one of my old houses (the second one I remember). A woman my age (whom I don't recognize) comes to the door leading into the garage. She's there to talk to me about going on a week-long retreat in a place called Morning Canyon in March or April, to study the book of Ninian. The retreat is sponsored by a missions organization [not by InterVarsity]. I recall receiving an e-mail containing a promotional video about the program. I recognized one of the people in the video as my old friend Bekah W. from college, even though she had bleached her brown hair blond. I tell all this to the woman, and she says, “Oh, do you know Bekah?” It turns out that she's a friend of Bekah's, too. We also talk about my parents' jobs. I decide I want to go on the retreat, but conclude that I'll have to fundraise for it, since it's a whole week long. I start thinking about what I want my fundraising letter to say, and come up with the following:

"I live in the worst part of California for jobs. Riverside County has an unemployment rate of over 15%. It's very unlikely that I'm going to have a job in time for this retreat, which is why I'm asking for your support."

[What? That's true now, but I don't think it was true when we lived at that house. Despite the setting, though, it's clear from my thoughts and reactions that this dream was taking place during this present period of my life.]

[The dream skips forward here, and now] It's my first day out on the road on my way to the retreat. I'm spending the night in a room that has bunk beds. I get into the top bunk and go to sleep.

I wake up in that top bunk, look at a digital clock, and think, “It's the wrong time to get up! I overslept!”

I wake up in that top bunk again. I look at the digital clock again, and see that it's now the correct time to get up. I've just had a false awakening, I realize. Now my parents are there in the room with me.

When I woke up this morning, I thought, “I need to go check my e-mail and see if that opportunity really exists.” Then I remembered that there is no book of Ninian to study.

[Yes!!! I actually had a dream within a dream!!!! That was AWESOME.]

Hours of sleep: 6h
Vividness: 4/5
Recall: 3/5

I'm at my busstaion. And I'm sitting in a wheelchair.I try to go forward but my wheelchair is hard to move. After some moments I finally get rolling my wheelchair. It moves slowly. I cross the road. The cars stop and wait until I get on the other side. But it takes so long to cross the road. On the other side, I realize that a man in a wheelchair too follows me. I ignore him and roll to my house. I see the stairs, the door is opened.
Suddenly I'm inside with my wheelchair and I roll to the kitchen. Ma parents are there. They ask me why I let in a stranger?
- A stranger? About whom are you talking about?
They point in my direction and this wheelchair DC is insides. He is smiling but than he realizes that he's wrong here and rolls back to the entrance.
- Why did you take the wheelchair? ask my parents.
I answer that I don't know. I look at my foot and see that my left foot is plastered. My parents give me crutches. I take them and go outsides.

Suddenly I'm in a building. There is a tall man. I say to him that I have to go upstairs, but I can't because of the crutches. I jump on his shoulders and he carries me The building looks like a mall, but there is a river and a enormous hole with one narrow bridge. The DC wants to go over the bridge. I say him that's to dangerous. I jump of his back and jump on one foot to the river. I try to cross the river by swimming, but my foot is to heavy and I begin to drown. I soon have any breath. I panic

I awake!!!! O Gosh! I missed an opportunity to get lucid. Why didn't I start to breath under water?

Lucid! Advanced Task completed!

The dream goes on for what seems to be an hour, with many things happening that I can't recall. I vaguely remember asking my sister to look at my back and see if I have a tumor. Anyways, I'm with my classmates heading to class for the first day of school. We get to the door (for some reason our new homeroom is in the grammar school hallway) and I look at the detention log and somehow that reminds me: I'm now senior. So I say aloud to my friends, "Woah guys, I just realized: we're seniors now! It's our last year of high school!" They all look stunned and amazed by this revelation. Then I think to myself, "Wait a second... I'm not a Senior... I'm a Junior..." Dream check. DREAMING. I announce to my friends, "I'm dreaming! Clap for me!" Everyone cheers and whistles at my victory. I can only think of how trivial this moment is, and while they are accurate representations of the appearances and personalities of my friends, they're all false images created by my mind. At some point the scenery had changed, and we're in the Library Lab rather than in a grammar school classroom. I'm pacing around the classroom trying to remember my goal. I am flooded with goals that I think my friends suggested. At some point I consider having a duel with one of them to tell them at school, but I thought this would be a waste of time. I'm more interested in achieving goals and learning. I must have a goal, I would never go to sleep without one... Then I remembered and shouted, "November Task of the Month!" I remembered my induction practicing of what I thought would be an appropriate 'physical model' of Dream Views. I close my eyes and visualize the scene. I crouch down as if prepare for a race, then with a surge of energy I charge and rip my eyes open. My first attempt at teleportation: a success. And I even invented my own method without having to think how I would do it. Awesome. The scene is exactly as I had been visualizing it to be in the waking reality: a green hill jutting randomly above the horizon with the backdrop of a cloudy blue sky. I charge up the hill towards the dream characters that I imagined to be members of the Dream Views community. As I get closer, I begin to see them better. They're dressed exactly the same, all they're clothes grey and their skin a slightly lighter shade of the same color. They're all slouched and have no faces, just blank zombie like positions as they stumble around 'interacting' with one another. The meaning hits me: I'm just a speck of a person among a community of cookie-cutter stereotypes. I have no importance, nor do any of these 'individuals.' Maybe a reflection of how I view the world? I try conversing with one, but they all seem to convey the same message to me: that it doesn't make a difference. While this may seem depressing, it was actually nearly joyous in the dream. All I could do is marvel at the revelation that was before me; what dreams could show me. I walk around for about a minute longer among the zombies, then decide that this was enough for one dream. I wake up to record my experience.

Dream 1:

I was playing Halo: Reach, but I was in the game as a spartan. The game type was like invasion, and me, tristan, jorden, and someone else were on offense. I could activate a communication thing, that allowed me to see the vision of my allies and talk to them, although it caused me to no longer be able to hear things going on around me, only my teammates talking. My friends were snipers, and I was more of like a medium ranges soldier that had a dmr and some weird new sniper, I remember sniping a jackal with the weird sniper at one point. I went up to a Covenant structure and captured the Covenant core. I slid down a inclined wall to the ground and ran to a cliff face that led to the beach. My friends were behind me as I easily jumped down the rocks to the beach. Me and my friends rushed down to the beach with the Core and paused for a moment as we marveled the at the detail and beauty of the beach: the water was was sort of a black dark blue tint, with some rocks protruding from the water and the moon reflecting across the water through the misty clouds. One of my friends commented about how much detail Bungie put into the game. We then rushed to the capture point, where we encountered man covenant, but we charged through like a football team and scored.

Dream 2:

Me and my friend tristan were doing something. It was a game, we had guns, and we were hunting down a man i think. We found him and he had a gun pointed at us. I argued that I could shoot him no matter what, and grabbed a hold of my gun. I asked him to be honorable and holster his gun so we could have an old fashion cowboy western showdown. We shot and hit me in the face, I felt nothing, but flew back. As i flew I pulled out my gun and shot at him. He put his finger up and stopped the bullet with his finger. We somehow got away from him, and I was complaining about how he's not supposed to be able to do that. We then started looking for a save point, which happened to be a toilet. While looking we talked to tristans mom about something.

Dream Salvia Dream (semi-lucid?)

BroY, his friend, and I were in my room. I hit the extract, lie (lay?) down, and close my eyes. I find myself on a staircase with thick fog limiting vision both up and down. I see a small child will white wings and dress fly across. Vines begin to rapidly grow and cover the railing. Moss covers the steps. I am amazed. "This is just like a dream. I can't believe salvia put me in a dream state." I think something like that.

I proceed down the steps and through a hallway into a house I don't know. I hear noises and look in a room. There's a multitude of people performing various sexual feats. A gorilla is in on the action. I quickly run the other way and lose vision. I feel the salvia gravity as I come to.

BroY is lying down doing a bike pedal motion. I am mad. He is supposed to be the sitter and not smoking. He comes to but immediately wants to do it again. End.

Interesting. Marked as 'memorable'.

Bring Your Friend to Work Day (non-lucid)

I go to work but take my friend because we are going to play Halo: Reach. There's a lot of work to be done so we decide we are just not going to work and play games instead. Then some young girls walk come in wearing Halloween costumes. They are making silly faces. My friend grabs one to stop her escape and question her. I follow the other outside and see a cop car. I go back inside but the cop followers. It was a trap. And the cop takes my friend to jail for "assaulting" the girl.

School Party (non-lucid)

My friend looks at a Myspace map and sees there's a party nearby. We go over there and get in line. Some chick takes my hand to lead me somewhere but we get lost in the shuffle. Later, I make my way up some stairs and see my friend banging this chick right there in the hallway. I pass them and head to the punch bowl. There's nothing but losers and nerds around. I must be one of them.



Everyone looks bored. I leave the party. Outside is a bad part of town and I hear some gun shots.

My New Job: Snowplow Man (non-lucid)

I am at my place of employment. We are separated in two groups by shifts. My group heads into a room where we entertain ourselves with Street Fighter 4. This one girl is damn good. I talk to an old friend about my new job as a snowplow man. It wasn't that interesting.

This is an on-going dream

Part 1:
I was staying at a farm and one day find a secerect passeageway. I went through the passege way to a peehole and saw what I think were conterfit machines. I than returned to the farm and asked the owner about a cave on the property. She says she's renting it to a group that acts werid doing moonlight nights. I than went through a woods (of COURSE with flashlight or "torch"!!) and syped on them. I decide this: make green robes and wear them underneat the white robes. But First I called my friends from Highschoo: L, K, &S. They agreed ready.

Part 2:`making the dressing-borning

Part 3:

We made the robes and wore them on the first moonlight night there (after my friends arrived/had the robes made). S said "um Anne are you sure you know what you are doing?". I replied "Yeah I'm sure". We were deciding who should be the one to stay guard at the bushes when the owner's teen granddaughter appered (also in robes)---Yes we ALL HAD MASKS ON.

Part 4: The 4 of us (L,K,S&I) joined the werid group. We than went into the cave after saying "Larkspur" to a guard. But I had a sneaky suspicion that we would be discovered soon. After listening to a meeting we went into the room where I saw conunterfit machines. 20 of the 30+ crowd unmaksed themselves. So until they all unmask-we were safe.

Part 5: In the meanwhile back at the farm. P&T showed up. They came by to apolgized for their behvahiour in Late elementrary school. But they didn`t see me at the farm. So they asked the owner. The owner told them that me and L,K,S were syping on a group. P said "Oh yeah. I remember that Anne wanted to be a dective when she grew up." So first they searched for the passegeway and found it. I almost screamed when I saw P`s eye at the peephole. So I quitley moved over to the peephole and told them what I knew and what I suspect would happen. So i moved back to where I WAS standing w/ my friends. In the meanwhile P&T went to the woods and met with the owner`s granddaughter. It was just right at this moment that the boss in the cave insited that everyone unmasked themselves. We didn`t. they started grabbing us. But I stomp on my one`s foot and hit him in the face twice and started running. I even tried to howl. But lucky P&T had called the international Candian police before leaving the farm. So I went and hid w/ them behind the bush.

In all the commiton of capturing counterfeiters (P&T had joined in the---Tackling?) someone tried to kidnapped me-I screamed and P&T heard me (my friends were just coming out of the cave). They told one of the internation police and he left the scene and helped P&T, and my friends look for clues. They did spot my shoe prints on the ground. Than my footprints stop my tire prints started. The international police officer didn`t have a clue what kind of car I was taken in, so P looked at the ground and said "These look like car tire prints-and the car tires are snow tires". L said-"Its the midde of July. Who would have snow tires in the middle of July?" Meanwhile I had espaced from the car and went back to the farmhouse. I called P`s cellphone. I said I`m back at the farmhouse. I asked for a wig and a costume.

I wore that but 5 days later the kidnappers got me again. I screamed and woke up the house. All 5 of them got flashlights and looked for me. They did get to tire prints (again)and P said `"These aren`t car, or truck prints there are van prints-snow tire van prints. I know Anne wants to play dective but isn`t this getting to be a bit dangerous?". They went back to the the farmhouse when (I should) got a call from the international police. K answered it but told them I wasn`t here at the moment. She listened to what they had to say and at one point with a startled "OH!!" look on her face. She hanged up the phone. She told the others "Policer officer Dave told me that almost all but 2 people were caught."

In the morning I realize I was in an attic from where I could see the farm house I looked around for a mirror to use and find one!! I used it by beeming the mirror at sunlight. Luckily my friends were outside trying to find me. And Katie noticed the light from the house. They threw a rock through the window and me using some paper(which I placed around the rock), the mirror, and a pencil I did a resverse message and threw the rock straight back. Sara realize what I did and they used a mirror to find out what I said. But that`s when the dream ened for now at least.

Ordinarily, I don't write down non-lucids here, I just keep those in my physical dream journal. But a rather interesting non last night.

It's a slight sign that I've been playing too much Minecraft, as I started out in a desert-esque biome, I move to a snowy, mountainous region. I do a bit of digging, but the interesting thing was when I tried climbing a particular incline. Just absolutely gusting wind, pressing against me. I remember being kinda blown away by it (Metaphorically, and ALMOST literally.). So I head down and notice a cave. Inside a little ways was a VERY large open cavern, the cave continued on for awhile further beyond my sight.

The large cavern wasn't lit at all, but I could still see kinda. There were these metal power boxes, that I searched as if they were chests. I search them all, nothing was inside. So I'm fiddling with my inventory, trying to place down a torch to see better. I then turn around and see this dark (Minecraftily blocky) figure jump down off a power box and scamper out of the cave. It scared the ever living bajesus outta me, in a way I don't often get scared in dreams. Frikkin' Id. Dream ended.


As for the lucid, I was in a fancy looking house, talking with an older lady. My cat was there as well, as I had to clean up some of his vomit. >=\ Things are a bit shaky after that, I didn't exactly write down the dream right when I woke up... Frikkin' sleeping pills... But I know I somehow ended up on a rooftop garden. I think I just randomly decided to RC (I don't even remember what kind, but I'd assume it's my usual nose breathe.) and then grab the nearest thing. It happened to be a small duck topiary. As I'm looking at it, it turns into an actual toy duck. This clears things up quite a bit.

I notice a small picture or painting with a swirly pattern, I'm somehow drawn to it, thinking I could use it as a portal. I get pretty close to it but nothing happens so I just leave it be. I decide to summon my subconscious, Elly, via the 'turn around expecting' method. It works! Though she's wearing some kinda green robe and a mask that is either a smiley or a kodama or Arakune type mask. I greet her and approach, I ask if she can take off her mask, she does and she has ear-length rainbow hair and firey red eyes with very black pupils. None of this bothers me though, I talk with her a bit. She doesn't say anything, which is pretty typical. Soon after, I wake up.

Again, not untypical. =\

Though interesting, I didn't accomplish any of my November goals while lucid. Ah well, the more time I have with Elly, the better I think.

Real life Dream Lucid Dream sign
For me to remember, dreams are 067300, lucid dreams are the color below blue, #4169e1, and dream signs are the light purple, which is up one and left one from blue, #483d8b.

I lucid dreamt today! Oh my gosh! This has increased my will to lucid dream ten fold!

Lucid dream
All I remember was I was in a white room (this dream wasn't very vivid at all) when suddenly I became lucid! I was so excited I started to feel the dream falling apart. It's a strange feeling. I felt like there was an aching heat in me (but it wasn't a bad feeling) and I was slightly disoriented.

Normally when a dream fades from me, it's different. Usually when my dreams lose stability my REM cycle is ending, and I will start to become intensely disoriented, and fall to the ground. Everything in my vision will smear together and fade to white. I guess since my dream lost stability for a different reason, it felt different.

I thought of what to do from my experience on the forums and the only thing I could think to do was rub my hands together. I don't even remember seeing my hands, (maybe it was because my dream was so unstable) but I did so and things improved a little. It might have lasted ten more seconds because of that. I was so happy and thought to myself 'I'm aware that I'm dreaming!' until I woke up at 3 something AM.

I thought in my head "I WILL remember this dream!" over and over, and went back to sleep.

Sci-fi dream
I remember none of this dream but it was sci-fi in theme.

When I woke up at 8 AM, I did remember this dream, but not the lucid dream. I started thinking all about it in my head. Then I thought, 'Wait a second...' and then remembered my lucid dream earlier that night and got really excited. In my excitement I completely forgot the sci-fi dream, but who cares? I remembered my lucid dream!

Last night changed my general beliefs of dreaming in these ways:

• Lucid dreaming isn't impossible for me!
• People lucid dream many times before they finally remember one- as you can see here I almost forgot my "first" lucid dream.
• The above means that dream recall might not improve your lucid dream count because of recognizing dream signs more, but simply because you remember more of your lucid dreams! (This is just an idea, and might not be true)
• I had an idea a while ago that remembering dreams is like following a train of thought. It seems to me that recollection of dreams seems to never be put in short term memory. When I began to think about something else, I completely forgot my dream, and that might be because the dream was just something I was thinking about, not something in my memory. This could be why most people remember their dreams in the morning, but as five minutes pass you forget it. (This is just an idea, and might not be true)

On the third attempt of the night (after waking up after 2 other REM cycles and realizing I hadn't tried to do reality checks or notice dream signs) as they say "3rd time's the charm", I came to the realization that I was dreaming and in doing so had my 1st lucid dream that I had intended.

I can't remember much preceding the point when I started to lucid dream, but it had something to do with a tin roof that was covered in large mounds of pine needles. I jumped off the roof into the park (football oval). A girl through a large frisbee styled object towards me. It was a large doughnut made out of the same material that tents are (I forget the actual name). As it was coming towards me, I jumped to land on it, the same way you would hold onto a doughnut that you drag behind a boat in the water. For reasons I can't explain, I realized this was a dream. I then preceded to fly around the houses. The doughnut disappeared at some point.
I flew across the road, to what I realized was my neighbour's house (I had flown over my own house and hadn't noticed it.). I landed on the roof (the house was 2 story, even though in RL its only one), jumped down to beside the house (It became apparent that this was my neighbourhood but modified ). Then a girl noticed me. My neighbour and this girl, who just happened to be there, came looking to where I was. I took off across the road again, to another house, where my brother appeared wanting to ask me something. A shooed him away, so that I could hide from my neighbour and the girl who were looking for me. I rushed around to the back of the house and took off from the ground slowly spiraling up around the patio roof that i had gotten stuck under, and drifted over my backyard.
A man, who was supposed to be my next door neighbour, was in a US army uniform in my pool, acting as if it was normal to be there fully dresses bobbing up and down, his head submerging and bobbing out of the water (It only, now occurs to me that the man is an actor, though I do not remember his name or any movies he has been in) He questioned why I was flying, and I came up with the story that I was a ghost. Saying "why else would I be flying" feeling it necessary to explain without saying I was dreaming. I decided to continue this idea.
I flew across the road and spoke to some imagined neighbours, who invited me inside and we sat around discussing what it was like to be a ghost, to the 8 or so more people that joined us, who supposedly lived there too. I was convincing them that I was a ghost, that became solid only once in a while. Which explained why I wasn't floating through things and why I could hold things. I even managed to clap my hands properly. I kept discussing my made up situation until I woke up.
I had full control over my movements, but only some control over the surroundings.

In a building with zombies, and Raven. The grey brick walls looked almost like a castle. I had a shot in my hands. Raven had one too. We were going around shooting the zombies in the head. It was all quite enjoyable. Then it turned almost nightmarish when we got cornered by a pack of zombies. I closed my eyes, and pulled the trigger time and time again. The zombies started to thin out, and I pulled a sort of candle stick like apparatus. It appears as if some people had taken refuge in the castle's secret walls. For some strange reason they needed to go to store. So we head over to the store, via magical teleportation. Their cart was instantly filled too. All we had to do was check out. It was filled with stuff that seemed to be appropriate for a Thanksgiving feast. I leaned in to one of the boys we had saved, and I tried to kiss him. I hear Raven shout and then open my eyes and blow a zombie head off. Did I fall asleep? I shake my head and continue hunting zombies. I turn to look at Raven and she's gone. I wonder where she went to when I wake up.

Very unusual night so this will be an unusual entry. I slept 11h 17m. But I still don't feel rested.

I dreamed that my mother gave birth to a pair of twin girls. I either have a wife or I live with my sister. I also have a son and maybe another daughter. They might be adopted as well. None of my family members look or act as they should. I feel like I'm another person in another family. Anyway, we split the newborn twins so that my mother cares for one and I care for the other. This seems to be a point of contention in the family. I want the children to be raised a certain way while my mother wants another.

Then the dream skips around through the childhood of these children and I get to see the difference between the twin raised by my mother and the one raise by me. I recall one scene where we are outside a movie theater. Our kids get into a fight with a group of bullies. I break up the fight. Then my son starts drawing something on the sidewalk in paint and everyone watches like he's a virtuoso artist.

Throughout the night, this dream theme recurred in different ways. In one, I am sitting in a dark movie theater, watching a movie about the same storyline. My part was played by Dustin Hoffman. Which now reminds me of his portrayal in Death of a Salesman. Something about appearing on the cover of a magazine dressed as an astronaut. In another dream, I am married and either me or my wife is dying of cancer.

I mostly recall that all these dreams were emotionally charged. I have all this anxiety about family and being a father. Today I feel drained and tired.