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I DID IT!! I finally was able to WILD from a fully awakened state!

I went to bed last night at about 11:30pm. Woke up (due to awesome dreams about being in love with this incredible girl) at 5:47am and decided to try a WBTB and WILD so I could visit that girl again. I stayed up for about 10 minutes, fully awake. I even splashed water on my face. But at the same time, I stayed away from things that would make falling back asleep a difficult thing to do (i.e. screens).

After that, I lay down on my back on the floor with a t-shirt wrapped around my eyes and ears to encompass myself in total blackness and silence. I was very alert at this point, and concentration was easy. I consciously relaxed everything, starting from my toes and moving up to my head, and then counted down from 10, telling myself that I would be very close to lucid dreaming by the time I hit 1.

It almost worked. I felt that beginning sensation of disconnection with the conscious mind, and knew I was close. But I still needed some help. So I visualized a hand reaching down out of the blackness and pulling at the center of my brain. That went far better than expected. Instantly, the hand drew back, but the difference was, now I was moving along with it! My eyes started to move rapidly; I was entering REM, the place of lucid dreaming. Unfortunately, my heart rate increased very dramatically at the shocking success of the visualization, and it was like I fell from the height the hand was holding me back into my real body, and my eyes stopped moving so fast.

I tried to just go back through everything again right there, but somehow I just couldn't. The hand wouldn't pull me back with it anymore, my eyes would never move very fast...I didn't even see HI anymore.

So then I got up (or at least I attempted to; one of my legs had lost its circulation, so it was like rubber and I couldn't stand on it, so I had to pull myself into bed with just one usable leg ) and tried the same thing in my bed. By now it was 6:30. Time was running out. I thought the change of location might be enough to get me in. But after a couple minutes of no luck with that, I just thought: "How often do I fall asleep on my back? Almost never!" And then I just got into the most comfortable position I could, re-relaxed (which was a bit more difficult to concentrate on this time, but I did it) and then watched the oncoming HI and waited.

In a very short time, things started to shake, I felt myself slipping away, and next thing I knew...

I was sitting up in bed. I didn't really need to RC; I knew where I was. But I didn't want to take any chances, so I did a check and found myself to be dreaming. I jumped down from bed and started going around the room slowly. I felt the walls, I looked out the window, I looked down and could see myself standing there...it was all incredibly realistic. I ran all over the house, then calling out for this girl, hoping to find her around a corner. But I never did.

BLACKNESS!

I was back in bed, wondering if I had woken up. Did a reality check, and tested to still be dreaming. This time I flew outside, doing a corkscrew simply to see if the dream world would continue to function realistically if I were upside down. To my amazement, it did. Once outside, and with my orientation corrected, I hovered in the air, looking around me. I laughed with pleasure when I saw how realistic everything was...there was even a road construction crew out in the distance, just like in real life. I was going to fly off to the girl's house, then, but...

BLACKNESS!

I was back in bed, and wanted to get back to work, so I did an RC as I threw myself over the edge of the bed and on to the floor. I remember thinking: "The people on DV are going to have a fit when I tell them my reality check was throwing myself on the floor to see if I fell through!" I did fall through, however, and attempted to teleport as my body passed through.

Where I ended up was not at all what I had intended. It was some kind of restaurant with old-looking wooden rooms. Many of my friends were there, and even some family members. One of them was asking me to go fill up three drinks. For some reason, this temporarily caused me to lose lucidity. I tried to get the drinks for them, but the soda fountain was made from obsolete equipment, the cups were difficult to find, and the method of payment was so strange I never did figure it out. It was something like this: you'd put a couple coins into a slot on the desk, and then there was this tube with rings around it. You'd slide all the tubes to the right to correspond with how much money you paid, even though it wasn't sufficient to cover the cost of the drinks. Everyone around me said that was all I had to do; they never compensated for the extra cost. I got annoyed with them for not understanding my point that it was a bad system, and for their annoyance with me for not being able to figure it out.

BLACKNESS!

Back in bed, lucid once again. Threw myself on the ground as a reality check. This time I ended up teleporting to some farm where two pirates were standing in front of me. They were threatening in graphic terms to tear me apart and kill me. I just smiled at them the whole time, and then used descriptive commands to transform them into girls about my age. "Shorter. Skinnier. A bit younger." With each command, they would automatically be transformed. (This is, by the way, a method of dream control I've used ever since I was 4, when I had my first lucid dream) It took a couple minutes to get them both looking right, but the results looked like they'd be good.

BLACKNESS!

Now I was getting a bit ticked off at my frequent blackouts and false awakenings. I did one solid reality check and then tried once again to stop all the nonsense and find the girl I'd come into the dream to find. I looked all over the house, tried to call her on a phone, but I just couldn't get her to show up anywhere! So again, I tried teleporting.

This time was very different, though. Rather than be presented with a new, weird location, all I saw in front of me was a panel of buttons. There was one for each location I'd been so far. I pushed the button for the farm and was dropped there immediately. The pirates were still girls, now also in normal clothes instead of the pirate stuff they had had before. And for some reason, one of them had aged about ten years, while the other remained exactly the same. I invited them to come to the restaurant with me. I'm not sure why, but I just had this feeling that they'd help me find this girl that I was looking for.

"No thanks." The younger one said. "I kind of like it here. So peaceful and quiet. Especially at the lake! I think I'll go there right now. See you later!"

The older one was fine with coming, though. "Good enough," I thought. I put a hand on her back and prepared to teleport...

BLACKNESS!

There was the restaurant...we were there.

BLACKNESS!

There was a static image of several dream characters.

BLACKNESS!

I was in bed, I did a reality check. I could still breath through my nose, but it was partially blocked now.

BLACKNESS!

Then I sat up in bed for real. It was 7:30am now...I'd been in a dream for nearly an hour.

The blackouts sure were annoying, but I'm really glad I've found a way that I can WILD from being fully awake! This could even work in the afternoons...which would be really awesome indeed! Then I'd have a couple chances for LDs every day!

I'd say WILD has now become my focus once again. Wish me luck! I'll keep you guys posted on what happens

[Dream in blue.]
[Lucid in red.]
[Nightmare in pink.]
[Non-dream in normal.]

Dream #1: Bodyswap.

I don’t remember much, because it was my first dream of the night and I had a fraught morning, but, what I do remember, is that Jen (who lives 300~ miles away) and I bodyswapped. I’m not sure why, exactly, though, because we bodyswapped into dolls, but continued to be human-like.

I do, however, remember this:

I’m on MSN with her, with a bodyswap device in my hand, ready to swap back into my body (which she’s sporting) and give her hers back (which I’m sporting). I tell her I’m just setting it up to go and she asks why. I say because we were meant to be sleeping together tonight and I was hoping to have sex with her [but even if she’s down there in my body, and I’m up here in hers... it doesn’t really count.]

She says she’s happy in my body for the night and we should swap back and my parents should come fetch her tomorrow. I say but I really wanted to sleep with her and I say I’m going to do it. So I turn to my dad and I say that I’m going to swap back now and he needs to go fetch me in a minute. He says I can’t do that tonight and to stick with the body I’ve got.

I’m about to start having a go at him , when I wake up.




Dream #2: Alton Towers

I’m at Alton Towers for some really strange reason. I think I’m there with college. And then, because I’m not enjoying myself anymore, I get on the coach to go home, even though it about five hours too early. The coach driver says he’ll go around in circles because he can’t stay at Alton Towers. I say okay.

Next thing I know, Luke’s on the coach with me, on the seat next to me. The ventilation is open overhead and there’s a nice breeze coming in. I ask what he’s doing here and he says he was bored. I say okay. He asks where the coach is going and I tell him it’s going round in circles. He says he wants to go back to Alton Towers and I say I don’t know whether it’ll go back there, but it doesn’t matter, because we live next door to each other [we do] and if the coach takes us home, he’ll get home too.

I get a response much like, “Fair dues.” and we carry on sitting next to each other in comfortable silence. Then I wake up.




Dream #3: Spaceship.

This was the best dream I’ve had in a while.

I’m on a spaceship, with a pregnant Amy Pond [from Doctor Who] and two other men [who we’ll call Man #1 and Man #2 to avoid utter confusion on my part]. I’m in the ventilation shafts [like Jeffrey’s Tubes from Star Trek], which are shining blue and are a little bit too small.

The floor is gridded, but it doesn’t hurt to be sat on or crawl across and it’s pretty light, so I can see where I am.

I’m on a pillow, so I think I’ve been sleeping here, and Amy is near me. We talk about something, but I’m not sure what, and I notice there’s a book or two nearby, but I don’t take note of the titles. I’ve been there a while, but I’m not sure why. I’m part of the crew, though.

I crawl through the tunnels until I reach the main area, where I find out from Man #1 that the transport pod, used to navigate through the tunnels, has been ejected, leaving us with a gaping hole with no air.

I decide to test this, so I grab a remote, crawl through the tunnels and emerge into an enormous glass area. I can see space through the glass, but I can’t see how high the glass is. I point the remote upwards and press the button, knowing I’m going to die if it goes wrong.

This object illuminates high up; it’s shaped like a bauble but made of golden lights. I grin and shout to the others that it’s safe to come out.



They shout at me, because I was an idiot. I shrug because I don’t care.

Next thing I know, I’m at the top of this pillar thing in the middle of the gigantic room, about 60ft or so in the air. It’s tall and thin, branching out four ways at the top and I’m sat on one of the four, straddling it and pulling plastic covers off the main spike in front of me, revealing information inside. I find out that the captain (deceased) didn’t like books, excluding about five. Because of his fondness for these five books, he allowed them on board. They were listed, and I thought they were boring.

The next plastic cover reveals, in the captain’s voice, that he had taken the bauble pod thing to get away. I don’t know why.

Suddenly, the spoke I’m sat on gives way and I start to fall, but I grab on to the main bit and shout for help. Man #2 reaches out and helps me clamber onto the second spoke. Man #1, far below, is flicking through some manuals and commenting on them. He’s boring me, so I start looking through the plastic things again, while Man #1 talks to me. I don’t remember the conversation.

After I’ve been through the second plastic things, that spoke gives way, but I manage to clutch on to the top of the colemn and stop myself from falling, but my legs are dangling and I start screaming for help, but the two men ignore me.

I reckon they would have caught me eventually, but I’ll never know because I woke up.



All in all, I missed a bunch of dream signs; bodyswapping, Alton Towers, spaceships, Jen, Amy Pond, Doctor Who, Star Trek, claustrophobia... But oh whatever. I'll do better next time. Although that spaceship dream would have been EPIC lucid.

I apologize. This one actually happened a few days ago. I remembered it clearly when I woke up, told my friends about it, and then forgot about it until just now. Copypasted from my dream journal on my computer.

Date unknown
There is a lot before now, but I can’t remember it.
Now: I’m driving on the highway. Speeding. Taking care of two little children, about 8-10 years old. They’re clinging to the top of the SUV (Don’t ask me why). Somebody is shooting missiles or something at us. It’s like a stupid action movie.
I open the sunroof and scream for the kids to get in. One of them does. I ask where the other is. “Oh, he fell off about an hour ago.” I freak out and stop the car. I get out and the boy is clinging to the side of the SUV, naked, freezing, and crying. I pull him off and look for a towel.
We’re on a bridge. I probably forgot to mention that. There is an oil pipe perpendicular to the bridge, and a dangerous looking access stairway on it. The boy scurries down and I chase after him. As I get lower and lower down the stairway, the steps get more and more narrow and I wonder how we haven’t fallen off. When I reach the bottom, It’s a mix between a Spanish mesa village and something out of Killzone 2 (Minus the gas mask space Nazis). I start chasing the kid around. At some point during this ordeal, the kid suddenly is no longer 8-10, but now 5-6, and the environment brightens and changes until it’s more like a regular mall. I run into a bookstore, constantly screaming the kid’s name. I run past Rebekah and some guy she’s with (probably her boyfriend, but for some reason it’s not Steve). I wonder about this for a split second, then continue looking for the kid.
I never find him. After that point, it’s all fragments. Little flashes of thoughts, or tiny observations of the layout of the mall, etc. Last I remember is standing in the middle of a parking lot outside, very depressed, not being able to find the kid.

January 31, 2010

Synopsis: Psycho with gun, turning into a fairy, Spanish school, lucid, trying to dream-share with Captain Sleepalot. Pre Dreamwheel dream. (wheelers, I forgot to share this one )

Night Time Note: I think it's pretty clear now that all of my lucid dreaming happens only in those two hours before waking. I probably woke up around 6am remembering nothing. I told myself to have a lucid dream, but my mind went completely random. I woke up again around 7:30, and I tried again. I told myself to have a lucid dream, and this time I had a much more stable dream. I don't remember the first half much.

Captain Aint in the House
We have all gathered in someones backyard. It was supposed to be a pleasant afternoon. When someone from the group turns out to be a psycho, pulls out a gun and threatens to kill a woman. The woman is frightened and takes a step back.

Then a man yells "Put the gun down!". So the psycho shoots him instead. Everyone shouts as he falls to the floor with his chest pooling blood. Another, much larger man approaches the psycho. The psycho holds the gun directly to his head. For some strange reason he doesn't shoot. Even though the larger man was yelling angrily, be aggressive and hostile. Was the psycho actually frightened even though he has a gun? The larger man grabs the psychos hand and apprehends the gun.

Later on we are inside. Everyone is whispering and acting as if the psycho is controlling us. So I'm supposed to wait here and die? I grab this weird item on the table which represented the psycho. Voodoo?? Me and my sister run out of the place. I tell the item in my hand "We just want to go home!". I toss it into a swampy run off, and me and my sister kept running. We can have a head start at least.

My sister who was running ahead of me suddenly disappears. I figured, she woke up. I started to fly instead. I flew over a gate and an area of town that was seriously ghetto, and everyone here was Mexican. Where am I? I didn't trust these men, so I quickly fly past them. I fly past a busy street crowd of giants. Or, I'm just the size of a fairy. I think I even remember people saying "hada". I guess I really am in Mexico because I enter a spanish speaking school. Maybe even a catholic one. Because that is one seriously strict teacher. She wouldn't start the class until everyone was seated where they were supposed to be.

Well uh, there's one extra student, me. I try to hide behind the other students so the teacher doesn't notice that I am of a peculiar size. Plus other students thought that since I was hiding in the back, they can too. I'm starting to get annoyed. I grow larger and larger and larger. Now I'm bigger than a regular person. I fly past the classroom, past the teacher, and merge out of the door. I continue flying around in the campus for a bit, with no destination what so ever. And every time I came to a door I simply flew right through it.

Wait a minute. As I come flying towards a sunny door I realize I'm dreaming. I'm dreaming! Yes I'm finally lucid! Outside was a gorgeous courtyard in the school. I perch on an old and thick tree. Looking at the sky I holler "I now bring awareness and clarity to my dream!". Satisfied, I look at the patchy ground. I want to see my dream wheel. Since my dream did not provide it for me, I jump down and start doodling in the dirt.

I couldn't remember how to draw the start, but I at least remembered all the points. So that my mind isn't boggled with too many letters, and we all know how terrible that can go in dreams, I represented each person with only the first letter of their name. I clearly remembered that I was supposed to go visit Captain Sleepalot. Which is great for me, I have such terrible dream memory. I've attracted a crowd of students whose faces were disgusted at my hethen symbol. "Piss off!"

I stand up, again looking at the sky I focus on Captain Sleepalot. "I now enter Captain Sleepalot's dream". I close my dream eyes and I can feel myself shifting. That thick watery feeling. When I open my eyes I am some where new, but it's not exactly what I expected. It's a very dark dark dark room. My eyes have trouble adjusting. I think I'm on top of boxes. There are people sleeping in this room. I ask them where is Captain Sleepalot. And they answer "He's not here. He's offline.". What's that supposed to mean? He's awake?

My lucidity fades away and my dream descends into nonsense. I'm in a locker room that all of the Wheelers share. Larther was off in his own world humming as he organized his locker. Portalboat walked in, said hello, and left. Nemo was no where. And finally Captain Sleepalot walks in. Again, I'm not lucid so I think I'm awake. So I tell the Captain my strange dream. And as he fiddles with his locker he explains "Yeah, I was awake". Then I wake up for real.

Random Highway Dream
I have one other dream for the morning. I'm driving on the highway, when all of the traffic stops. What's wrong? Then I see a man continue walking on the hallway, with all of the traffic behind him (at this time, we are all carless). That's when I noticed why the traffic stop! The highway bridge was separating itself! It could collapse any moment! So I yell at the man "Stop walking! The bridge is collapsing!". He seems shocked that he didn't notice, and thanks me for saving his life.

We all turn back. On my way back theres a table resting spot. Though it's right on the highway bridge. It overlooks the beautiful ocean, and it's complete with it's own red umbrella. I put my stuff down to have a seat. The wind is so strong here! If it wasn't for the chair my stuff would have blown away already. A man informs me I have no underwear on, or pants. So I wrap myself with my wind blown blanket, and take a seat. We are served the tiniest cups of soda. More like shots. Even the dressing was served in these tiny cups. The funnest thing in this dream was the realistic powerful wind. I woke up shortly after.

January 24, 2010

Synopsis: First dream, strange circular mansion with dark entity. Second dream, we are thieves being chased in the old country by officials. Dream Characters can fly like me!

A Familiar Mansion
The first dream that I can remember involved me and my entire family moving into a giant mansion. This house had at least four floors, and each floor was something different. Of course, on the lower floor you had the living room(s) and the oddly tiny kitchen for such a large home. My sisters were hanging out most of the time in the living room watching TV. There were all sorts of odds and ends furniture spots in this home, like mirco-living rooms and studies here and there. And I think the staircase was actually the center of the home, making the home kind of circular.

But this place was huge! Me and my sisters take a quick tour together. The third level was reserved for the bedrooms. There wasn't any real definition between one bedroom or the next. And this place was starting to look fun. Well, that was until my sisters went back downstairs. I continued to investigate by myself. I get that same old weird creepy feeling. This place is haunted! It doesn't help that all the furniture create shadows and shadows everywhere. Or that once the lights were off for an entire level, you have to walk in a huge circle of darkness to find some switch.

I needed to use the restroom, so I tried the restroom in the bedroom level. But it was just too creepy. The bathroom has two entrances, and the second entrance led to a seriously dark room. Is there a figure in that room? I sensed there was. Forget this!

I head back downstairs, but now I can't find a restroom. The kitchen had some type of urinal, and that was awkward for a lady to use. I woke up shortly after.

Adventure in Old Country
My second dream was kind of fun, or vivid, but not lucid. Typical government official men are after me again, and my friends. My friends fly up ahead, flying up and above train tracks. There's a bag in their hands. I guess were thieves! The officials chase down my friends, who are open targets flying way up there. I instead slink into a man made river, run softly underneath the bridge, and I sly beneath the elevated train tracks, keeping a steady pace with my targeted friends.

I was a lot safer down here. The elevated tracks created deep shadows. And I'd run from one shadow to the next. But I'm still an easy target for the law men. Surrounding the tracks were giant stone walls. Eventually, if I want out of this ditch, I'd have to fly!

I fly up to meet my friends and together we fly off into unknown country. Were not out of the woods yet. While the rest of the officials can't keep up with us, there's one old general hot on our trail. What a pest! I tried to find a nice forest for us to hide in. But the countryside here were mostly open fields and sparse groupings of tree. Nothing sufficient enough for us to hide in. But we did find a country cottage home.

We sneak into the home. It's seriously old fashioned complete with slave quarters. Some of my friends get easily distracted by the country delights, and start openly exploring the home. I don't know what everyone is up to or where they are now! They just seem scattered about, which was really annoying because it's obvious were invaders in this home.

I stayed hiding in a ladies dressing room. When a tall man knocks on my door. And I say in a sheepish voice "yes, can I help you?" I realize this is a slaves dressing room. And the man asks me to clean up such and such mess. But he also thought I was a child, because of my tiny voice. When I looked puzzled and confused, he gave me a demonstration of what I was to do. "Okay!" The man leaves, completely ignorant that I'm just a thief!

I immediately try to find my friends, when the old general comes marching down the hallway! I duck behind some dusty furniture. What's he doing here? Then I notice he's not the only official here. Wait a minute! Ah, were such idiots. This isn't a country home, this is some old fashioned city office. The place is crawling with officials. I manage to find one friend, grab him by the arm and force him out of the home. The others, well, I'll try to find them later.

We fly into the open field, until were such a far distance, the government house is just a little blur. We were safe out here, underneath the shade of this old tree. I remember some random animal people as well, who were our friends. It seemed almost an entire day passes before I finally decide to go back to find the rest of my friends.

This time, the government isn't a cute little cottage. No. It's swollen into a giant corporate office. It had giant concrete walls, of massive proportions. Many of which jut out of the building as if to say how powerful the men in this building are. Me and my friend hide at the base of one of these thick walls. We can see the guards just up ahead. Thankfully they can't see us. Getting back inside was tricky, its like a video game, waiting for the guards to turn away.

Inside there were no lights on. The building instead utilized it's massive windows and the flooding of the sunlight. I did easily meet up with all of my friends, who were all fine. But were in a real pickle. There's so many officials crawling here, the only real way out was out the massive window. But it led to a courtyard. And the ugly general (who looks like the sith lord now) was holding some sort of meeting outside. Damn, this is going to be tricky. Lucky for us, Dumbledore, was an official on our side. He saw us peering out through the window and kept the rest of the officials distracted with one of his long winded speeches.

We all jump softly out the window, and sly ever so quietly across the stony courtyard. We reach the next door just in time. The general heard something, and looks where we just were moments ago. But damn! Talk about not having a plan. Why did we sneak in this direction? This door just leads to another part of the building. We had to find our way up to the third floor again. This time were just gonna make a fly for it. We fly across the courtyard and just keep flying! The general of course sees us and hes hot on our trail again!

Were much faster fliers than he can, I dunno, then he is on horseback? But where should we go? We fly over a city, over the fields, we even flew through the train tracks, over a river. But I still couldn't find anywhere that felt safe enough for us to hide in. And I wake up shortly after.

January 22, 2010

Synopsis: I transform the hypnagogic imagery of work into a VILD

Night Time Note: I went to sleep at 3am. My abstract dream of the night involved a funny slot machine that had a built in chat room and forum. It was in the back room of work, and I remember 'H' was also using it. I played one of the slot machine games and won $20. When the machine spat out my $20, it got all dirty with mashed potatoes. The telephone then wakes me up around 7am.

I try to go back to sleep, this time to VILD. My biggest problem was everyone was ruining my morning! Sis kept making noises, kitty kept wanting to go in and out of my room. It wouldn't be until almost 9am until theres enough peace and quiet.


My half VILD
Well maybe being up for almost two hours helped me this time around. Because after nearly two years, I was finally able for the first time to focus on my HI. Rather than deciding to take charge and create my own dream scenery, because that hasn't worked lately, I just let what ever my mind imagined surface. And now I can see why imagining my own dream scene hasn't worked! All of my HI, all of it, was work (art supplies) related! At first there were simple things. A pencil. A sharpener. Every time the image would surface I would say in my head "pencil" or "sharpener". This kept me awake, and allowed the HI to develop more.

I started to see more and more and more of work. And I tried to interact with the HI. Like holding the art supplies in my hands. Yes, it was boring work. But I actually welcomed it. I've been down this route before so I know transforming the work-HI into a dream is actually pretty easy. I welcomed it! I imagined costumers with baskets. Then I tossed the baskets, and tossed all the items of the basket, and put the basket back on top of the costumers head - and sent them on their merry way.

BEEP! I heard my first HI noise! It's the sound of items being rung. Ugh..not pleasant, but it's something. Then I heard the crumbling of paper. It sounded so real I almost lost my HI completely. Focusing back on work I was able to repeat the sound of crumbling paper. Soon I heard familiar voices, the gruntings of my boss 'J'. Really, I'm excited! It's been so long since I've been able to hold onto an HI like this!

I'm able to sort of move around in my environment, check out the aisles a bit. Now that I've gone through the images of work, my HI begins to change. I can imagine my own bedroom now. I can even go up to a mirror, and examine myself. Hoping that staring at my own reflection can somehow induce the dream state. My body is starting to feel heavy, though I wish the sensations of my body would completely go away. There are random dream characters now. I can talk to them.

I go outside to a parking lot, and I can see some trees in the distance. But I can't fly yet. I can still barely move around and keep this whole thing stable. So I try to feel the asphalt, but I still have no sensation of touch. Unable to do much outside, I go back inside to my bedroom, to stare at the mirror again. The image of a strange girl flashes in front of me. "Are you my subconscious?". The mirror responds with coloring itself with random splotches of paint. I ask another dream character if she was my subconscious. She smiles and says something I can't remember. And just when I think I'm about to enter the dream state, I wake up.

It's 10am now. I think my REM period is over . If only I hadn't lost those two hours just tossing and turning I might have taken my VILD attempt much farther!

In my dream i was laying on my garage roof, just hanging out.. which is odd because in reality i have never been on my garage roof lol and i was looking down at the front yard, when i seen a huge bird type thing.. Its not a real creature in reality, it looked something like 'buckbeak' from the harry potter movie only it didn't have horse legs, it just had 2 legs, and talons. It reminded me of a pheonix, but had a shorter neck and was fury, not really feathery
It looked right at me. It was goldish brown with yellow spots by it's neck and it had gold colored eyes. It knelt down, and lowered itself like it wanted me climb on it's back or something.
At this point i knew i was dreaming, and thought 'eh what the heck, i'll ride it'
So i got on it's back and, right where shoulder blades would be (on a bird i guess) there were pouches, like kangaroo pouches that i had to put my arms in to hold on (instead of any reins or anything) and i remember flying up really high..
don't remember much after that, but i think i will definitly remember this dream for several years, it was so vivid; and random.

I attached some pictures of what the bird kind of looked like (looked a lot like this bird from harry potter, only it it only had 2 legs.)

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Woo, this marks my first return to DV since... Forever. I kinda lost focus on this whole thing, but now that I'm graduating high school and will have nothing to do for quite some time, I'm gonna get back on and try to achieve that elusive LD...

Anyway, this is my FIRST dream journal (thank God there's something to remember)! All names are altered to protect the identities of those involved (this one was about real people in my life).

Morning of Thursday, June 17, 2010

My memory of the dream begins at a party in an empty yellow room. I think I remember one window. There are people from choir there. I am talking to Mr. Shuester. I can’t remember if I’m finished or she interrupts me, but Rebekah kisses me.

I take her to a dark room. She climbs on top of me and tries to make out. I interrupt her. “Are you sure this is what you want?” I’m thinking of her ex, Steve, or maybe some other boyfriend she might’ve just broken up with. I can’t remember what she says. She kisses me again. I think I get up at that point. We are in the room for a short period of time, I can’t remember what we’re doing, but not having sex. Most likely talking. I have a vague memory of someone showing up who wasn’t there before, and didn’t belong there. We leave. On the way out, I kiss her one last time.

I return to the party and suddenly, it’s a house on a fake looking beach. I look in the backyard and there are aliens who want to kill humans. They speak. I can’t remember what they say exactly, but it’s something about another alien who should be here. I see humans talking to the aliens. I realize it’s the set of a movie.

There is an oddly fake looking ocean that stretches out from a concrete beach into the horizon. I don’t realize at first that it’s fake. At some point I realize it is and ask Mr. Shuester, “In real life, how big is that ocean?” He says “It ends at about that shadow right there.” I realize that the whole movie set is built on a stage, and I’m seeing it as if all the missing elements were green-screened in. The mountain I focus on in the distance is most likely the tech room, or maybe the spotlight.

Suddenly, I see it for the set it is. It was bright before, now it’s dark. The aliens are replaced by regular actors, and I start to recognize friends of mine who are also acting in the movie. We start to rehearse. I’m backstage with four or five people (two I can remember are Kate and John). We are supposed to walk out on stage at the appropriate time. We all miss our cues and scramble out on stage at the same time. John trips and exclaims that he lost his camera.

This is where the dream ends.

I wake up at 5 in the morning, very depressed, and I want to see Rebekah..

June 10-11, 2010.

Finally, my dry spell is over! Last night, before bed, I drank a glass of apple juice. Also in a WBTB, I drank more apple juice. The AJ finally solved my problems!
Here are the results:

1st Dream: I dreamt that I was at my house. My little brother was on our trampoline, and this man walked up, so he got off and walked around casually. We were freaking out because the man got on our trampoline. He was wearing a firefighter jacket and he looked like he was in his 40's. Anyways, the guy started talking to my little brother. I could tell he was scared. So me and my 2 sisters started to sneak around the back of my house to hear what they said. Since the guy was creepy, we motioned for my brother to come in. He said, "I have to go now." And the man said okay, but he was still on our trampoline. So we all came back in the house. Then somebody knocked on our door, we opened it, and two guys that were husbands of the bridesmaids from a previous wedding we attended, came in with 6 women following behind. They came and talked to us, and they were smiling. Then I woke up.

2nd dream:

This one has some fragments.
So I remember a part where my little brother T was caught on some string tied to a banister, which was up WAY high. He was crying so much, that he was getting sick on himself. My dad, mom, sister, and I were trying to get him untied. My dad said, "Let go of the string so you won't fall!" But then he started crying even more. So he let go of the string, and my dad held onto him, and pulled him back in. The he quietly gave a sigh of relief, "I love you daddy."
Very touching.

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This whole time we were in a humongous ship or building. I was running around with a girl who seemed to be my friend. We ran back to the bathrooms, and accidentally walked in to the President of the United State's private room! So we rushed out quickly, and came to some lounging place. It had like a giant coffee maker and an ice cream machine, and a whipped cream dispenser. It had tons of food out, like a buffet. So we looked for the bathrooms. There was a whole bathroom for PETS. We finally came to ours. I can't remember what it looked like.

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At the last part of the dream, we heard this speaker person say over the loud speakers, "You have 1 minute." So my friend and I rushed to the bathroom, went and grabbed our families, and headed for the door. "5, 4, 3, 2, 1. Thank you. We hope you enjoyed your stay here." We were just at the door when I woke up.
(It was odd, because this dream wasn't similar to a lot of my others.)

08.05.2010

90: 5.8.10; 10:28AM Inside a Game: Leaving the Arabic City. (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm inside a game that allows me not only to use various weapons but allows me to move as if in real life, which I utilize very much in the way of climbing vines and ropes and walls to go different places. I run into very interesting characters and even find myself fighting someone and trying to use martial arts techniques to beat them.

Afterward, I find myself in an Arabic city within the game, with a man who resembles Gaston from Beauty and the Beast, and I prepare to leave. He protests and won't go with me for some reason. I tell him plainly that I'm going, and I climb the vines that have grown on a massive wall, one that separates the city from the outside lands, and I head out. I find myself in the woods, and come upon a small house/inn with many people inside it, despite its relatively tiny size. They are very hospitable and welcoming. I make myself at home and talk with them while wondering if the Gaston-lookalike is following me.

04.05.2010

86: 5.4.10; 9:56AM Part 2: Outta My Vehicle! (MILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I am in a red SUV that doesn't belong to me, and a bald young man gets into the back seat, requesting I drive him to his home. He's clearly a leech, looking to bum rides off people, so I politely try to get him to leave. After trying to reason with him, I lose my cool and turn around in my seat, shouting "You have 10 seconds to get out." He continues to talk and stall. I say "5 seconds!" He threatens to call his posse and pulls out his phone to call them.

I figure this is my chance - I wrestle his phone away from him and hold it out my window, threatening to throw it and start driving off. He leans against the window behind mine, where he is sitting, and tries to reach for it. I hit the button to roll down his window and he tumbles out. Rolling up all my windows and locking the doors, I drive off.

However, the window on my passenger side wasn't all the way rolled up, allowing him to latch on and try to pull himself inside the vehicle again. I grabbed him by the neck and forced him (very roughly) back out, watching him take a seriously painful-looking roll down the tall hill from the road I was on, heading straight into a park bench while clenching his throat and fighting for breath.

I turn my focus back to the road, celebrating by spouting profanities and laughing my rear end off from what I did to that guy. I see ahead of me some familiar signs and realize I'm in Las Vegas, which I had mentioned in an earlier dream (one I haven't logged from this night). I'm still excited and laughing about recent events and start shouting that I'm in Vegas. I realize I'm in a dream, and start shouting, "This is a lucid dream!" I keep driving, and driving well I might add, while I try to remember the tasks of the month. I remember to give someone a flower, and look around for someone to give it to.

Slowly but surely, people appear on sidewalks and benches, including an old lady in a light blue sweatshirt who's out for a walk. I figure she's a nice enough person to deliver a flower to, and I park the vehicle to hop out and hand her a flower. While I'm trying to summon a flower in my hand, the dream goes fuzzy and I slip into a false awakening in which I'm trying to DEILD, and find myself explaining it to someone who'd asked me what I was doing. I woke up thereafter from an external sound.

Date unsure, before or around 2002.



One of the longest and most detailed dreams I have ever had.

My name is Marion and I am antarcticologist. It's night-time and with my friends François and Elodie* aboard our ship, I am en route to the South Pole. We "park" near the ice cap, and François and I take to measure the thickness of the ice cap while Elodie, hands in her pockets, is observing us from far away. The ice cap is 3 metres (10 ft) thick. We then decide to go back to the closest harbour: Cape Town in South Africa (we can already see the lights from Antarctica). Once in Cape Town, we must navigate between the wharves to find a place to park our ship.
When it is done, I stroll a little in the docks. There are stacks of wooden boxes everywhere, on which you can climb like on a mountain. While I am having my little walk, I see a young man** hiding in one of the empty boxes, the side of which is missing. People are looking for him, calling him a thief. He hasn't seen me and, feeling some sort of sympathy towards him, I do not denounce him.
Later, my dog and my cat*** go to the hotel to prepare the rooms we had booked. (yes, they can talk). When my friends and I join them, the hotel manager gives us a tour of the hotel. It is built on the side of a valley, near what looks like a big lake, and it also is a camp park. But there is not pitch whose number is under 26, because all these pitches were flooded when a dam broke, and the valley has been flooded since then: there was no lake before. There is also a football field (soccer, for you Americans), which is half flooded too (it is not plane). We are told that 10 years ago, a child tragically drowned there.
Back inside the hotel. While walking in the corridor, I see a door which is ajar. Inside, the thief is negotiating with a babushka for an expensive object. When the deal is done, I see the old lady putting her money in her shoes' heels. It is a very well known technique among thieves (although I have no idea of how I know that). The thief sees me and kind of wink at me, and I wonder if he may have seen me the first time.
Then I go back to the football pitch and I have a flash-back of the little boy's death. There was a match between two children's teams on the pitch, although half of it was under water. In the "deep end", there was up to one metre of water (3ft). After the match, one of the boys, the goal, went looking for the ball, under water**** He knew the ball was on the other side of the fence, so he bent under water, slipped his hand between the (how do you call that ???) lozenges of the fence to pull the ball towards him, and his glove got stuck in the fence, and he drowned. When people realized he was missing, it was too late.
Back to present time. I am leaning on the concrete rail with Olivier Atton*****, thinking about this drama. Oliver is positive, it is a murder disguised in accident. How could the football be behind the fence? It was too high for the ball to get there.
Another flashback of my own childhood : I was on a train stopped in the middle of a flooded nowhere. There was water up until the wheels. It was raining. The train was empty, except for me.

*who do not really exist. Exceptionally in this dream, original characters have names.
**looking like Sidney Bristow's fair haired friend in Alias.
***original characters again. I don't have a dog, and none of my cats can speak anyway
**** Yes, I know. But in that world, footballs don't float. (I should have seen it as a dream sign, just like the talking dog and cat, or seeing Cape Town's lights from Antarctica, but I didn't even know about LD at the time)
***** the French name of Captain Tsubasa, a manga football player.

Before 2002.



Poulgolo is part of a moor on Quiberon peninsula, in which relatives possessed a small patch of land without any building, just heather and pine trees. In this dream my grandmother gave me a guided tour of the property, the biggest part of which I didn't know. Other members of my family, such as my younger cousin Joss, my uncle Pivy, were also there. There was actually a cloister on the property, or a half-cloister (only two "walls"), turned North-West. The rays of the setting sun enlightens the place through the pillars. On the East side of the cloister is a huge room with only three walls (the South side is open), without any window or light, so that seen from the entrance, it looks empty. In fact when you progress into it, you can see that the wall on the other side is not finished, there is a 60 cm (2 ft) opening between it and the ground, on all the length, hidden in darkness. We all get into it, using church candles to give us light. Behind the wall, the room is a really huge amphitheatre (or a giant stairway?) going down earth's depths. We walk down for several minutes. It is very wet, there are puddles and moss grows, so it is very slippery. We can't really see the walls on either side. We finally reach the bottom, where there isn't anything particular, just a big stone wall. We go back up the "stairs". My grandmother gives me the cloister and its secret amphitheatre.

I cannot really interpret this. Someone give me something that was kept secret, so it must be of some value, but in the end it is a dead end.

A regular pattern in my dreams : I discover that a place I thought I knew was in fact much bigger, with underground levels or hidden passageways. In my list of dreams, this features is joined with the criteria "something is not what it looks like".
Another systematic feature: the orientation. In my dreams there's always a North, East... (and so on). Geographically speaking, it is most of the time very coherent, to the point that I can draw maps of the locations.
Another common feature : religious locations. Many dreams occur in churches, monasteries or religious looking-buildings, even when there is no religious "action". It is worth mentioning since I am the most obtuse atheist. Is my unconscious calling for more religion in my life? Or should I say "was it", since I less frequently dream of such places these days?

NOTES

in the Temple

I become the temple

I fly to earth and battle world monuments, the pyramids, eiffel tower, great wall, statue of liberty, mt. rushmore

***

Mosh on the moon, face frozen in a trance

WAKE UP! DUDE!

I attack the hypnotist, and rip his brain out

he laughs and says he doesn't need it

Raven, Tigress, appear... other people too

we follow the thread to the puppetmaster

it's the Reptilian

he says he is the Father of the Templars

Naga MoSh appears he has a gold and silver crown on his head

they do battle

everything explodes into particles

The Atom helps me make sense of everything

a dark orb appears calling itself The Ancient Sun

it says all destruction and evil emanate from it

I laugh in its face

it says it's the father of Solaris, his impudent son

He tells us this long weird story about the Solar System he used to have

the dream explodes, and I am dreaming many dreams at once

V and I are attending a movie, a biology documentary about wetland habitats. The screen is huge and very high-definition; underwater photography, alligators, and birds are all shown in stunning detail. After watching for a while, we move closer and closer, and finally close to kiss. The ensuing makeout is full of energy and passion, and I vividly feel both tongues writhing. There's so much energy, in fact, that she knocks out the filling from my front tooth. Its texture, hard and ugly, now enters the dream, and my brain pulls me out presumably to avoid that feeling.

I wake up (IRL, not a false awakening, thanks to RCs and my own dream journal), but when I go back to bed the dream has continued with a shift of scenes. We're now in the bathroom of the movie theatre, preparing to have sex. I try to hurry up and begin to piss... and I keep pissing. I notice, too late, that the urinal I chose has someone's shit blocking the drain, and soon the water starts to overflow. I have no choice but to continue, but as V knocks on the door to check on me the urinal breaks out of the ground! Water, piss, and shit start flowing everywhere, and she steps in the refuse with her heavy boots. The mood is, to say the least, ruined. I stumble out of the toilet trying to clean myself up and salvage the night, but another student from the research station, S, is crying to herself and washing glassware in the sink. I have no peace and wake up very frustrated.