memorable

Had a very vivid dream ,where I could speak in rhymes with ease. I walked through a park where was statues and buildings of different periods of human history.

I was really relaxed and had a good mood.

Well, I had some really vivid and eventful dreams last night. But I woke up with such brain fog that it was difficult to recall them well. I did the best I could though. I had difficulty sleeping the last few nights, which might have made me extra tired. My sleep quality really has to be very good for me to get ideal dream recall. So when my sleep suffers so does my dreaming practice. However, sometimes my sleep quality is just beyond my control.

My first dreams had a scene with aliens coming. I tried to hide in a tent, thinking they wouldn’t get me in there. <<personal info>>I have more from these on my voice recorder.

The next set of dreams was cool. When I tried to recall it though, my brain was total mush. I remember my Dad talking with a police officer. The police man said that I had got in 6 accidents that year, indicating various places on the floor of my car. I was like, oh, man, 6 accidents? That was a lot. (Not a waking life circumstance.)

Then I remember being in this room with all these red people. Their appearances kind of morphed as time went on. Everyone was eating tons of meat. I started to talk about how it hurts animals, and someone told me not to talk about that here. The big boss of the red guys turned to me. He had big pokey bull horns and his skin glowed orange and red. He was eating lots of meat. I think this might be the part of my consciousness where I have demonized, to some extent, the consumption of animal products, and buried any desires to consume animal products. But yesterday when I researched choline, I kind of wished I could eat egg yolks, red meat, and dairy, so that probably came up in my dream. Wow, that was a good interpretation.

Then there was this part where I was climbing up a ladder. <<personal info>>was talking to me about how I don’t drink alcohol. I was like, I don’t smoke, either. But he was like, just because you smoke, doesn’t mean you’re okay. I continued climbing the ladder. Other people were climbing up the wall alongside the ladder. The guy to my right couldn’t get himself up from the wall to the floor at the top. It was easy for me with the ladder, since I had good footing, but he didn’t. I pulled myself up using something on the floor and said I would help pull him up, too. I could really feel how he was stuck there, couldn’t get all the way up the wall, but couldn’t really climb back down, either. I wonder what that means.

Okay so then, I got up there, and helped him, I think. And there were all these mattresses. I had one on the far right. But another person kind of took it from me and tried sleeping in it. I couldn’t see why I was any more entitled to a mattress than them, so I was like, fine. But eventually I was like, hey, that mattress was supposed to be mine. And they agreed.

<<personal info>> yelled something out loud to warn the “weed smokers”, one of whom was <<personal info>>The red demon boss guys didn’t want anyone smoking weed I guess. <<personal info>>voice was really loud. Much louder than anyone elses could go.

I remember a part in there of being on this boat. I was calculating some numbers in my head, for how long something should take. Then I thought I shouldn’t have done that, because now it would feel like forever. But if I hadn’t known how much time was remaining, I would make it through a little easier.

Someone was working on a jacuzzi thing, and I threw something metal into it. They were mad because it could have exploded or messed everything up. I was like, sorry. Someone threw something metal down the ladder before that could have hurt someone, too.

Then I was back in that setting from before with the mattresses, only on the lower floor again. People were at tables. I found that I could fly by sort of wiggling in the air. But I didn’t know it was a dream. I figured flying had just become possible. It wasn’t too extreme, either, in terms of speed or distance. It was just a very simple wiggle in mid air that would get me another foot of movement in any direction. There was no anxiety involved in the flying. Actually, this may have been a fulfillment of my request for a flying school in my dream. If I can remember this flying technique when I get lucid, it might be something I could practice consciously.

So I flew around some tables and talked to some people. Then there was a part where I was telling my sister I had a Dream Induced Lucid Dream. When I woke up, though, I couldn’t recall having had a Dream Induced Lucid Dream. Maybe I just thought I did, within the dream. <<personal info>>

Then I was going around near where a class was beginning. Some teachers asked me to get the pail from the other room. I had been telling lots of people about the dream I just had, not knowing it was still a dream! I felt like as I told more people about my dream, more details of it even came to mind, which was nice. It surprised me that people were willing to listen to my dream stories. Maybe this was my dream telling me a way to boost my dream recall. But I can’t think of any people in my nearby area that would listen to me talk about my dreams. I have wanted to start a local lucid dreaming club at the local library though.

So then, I went to the room where they told me to get the pail. But instead I just leaned on one of the desks to write my dream. It felt really hard to wrap my head around the dream, probably because I was still using my “dream brain”. I was also scared that I’d get in trouble for doing my own thing, and not promptly returning to the class. For a lot of this dream, it felt like I was being watched. Like that red demon boss guy was running a tight ship and we all had to do what he said, or we’d get in trouble. So in a lot of these scenes I felt fear of disobeying.

Then, there were these people that came through and put up camping signs. The corridor became the walking path near the stream at <<personal info>> where I walked the previous day. They were a group of non dualists. Their non dualism was symbolized in a wooden plank they put leading from the dirt path, to the stream. Before, the stream came up to this dirt wall that dropped steeply off a few feet down to the stream. So it was like a cut off, either you fall a few feet off the path into the stream, or you are dry and on the dirt path. But the non dualists put a little ramp that led into the stream, I guess signifying that it wasn’t all black and white. It seemed so significant and wise. It also seemed dangerous to me at the same time. As if they didn’t judge it as wrong for someone to fall into the stream. Or if their ramp caused someone to slip. It also made me realize that there is no railing protecting people from falling in the stream there, and someone could get hurt. The image sticks out very clear in my mind. I guess in my waking life, it could relate to looking at the gray area of things, instead of all black and white. Instead of being all the way in the stream (all bad) , or all the way on land (all good), I could be somewhere on the ramp.

So then I woke up and recorded those. I felt like there was a whole nother round of dreams in there that I missed, but, my brain was too foggy. I wonder if choline will help “fix” this brain fog problem I get some nights. But maybe it is more of a belief system thing.

The next dreams I remembered started at <<personal info>>field. I saw that there were still plastic eggs all over the place from the Easter Egg hunt. There was one that looked like it had 3 segments, instead of two. And some smaller ones. I shook them and it seemed to have stuff in it. Candy, I guessed.

I worried that the grounds keepers would mow the lawns and break up all those plastic eggs into a million pieces. So I got my grabber to clean them up. This actually makes a lot of sense and I might go to the Arboretum soon to check into that.

While I was out on the field, I saw the grounds keeping guys out on the vehicles. It seemed like they were just about to mow. Then, <<personal info>>and some other people came over to where I was. <<personal info>>We walked somewhere, over some wooden walk ways, and to a steep grassy hill. It had been day time before, but now it was darker out. We were at a brick dorm building. There were some flashing green lights in there, like the people were partying. <<personal info>>also made appearances. They said that I shouldn’t go any closer because the flashing green lights indicated that the people in there were using P C P. I slid down the hill anyway and we all went inside.

It was a party being held by a small hockey team. Not the school’s main hockey team but more of an intramural team. I wasn’t allowed in but I don’t remember why. Maybe because I wouldn’t drink alcohol or because I wasn’t on the hockey team. I was talking to <<personal info>>outside, and on the phone, helping them talk to one of their friends. I tried to suggest that some people come back to the field with me, because it is sunny, and it will be much nicer. But they said they didn’t want to, because they can’t drink on the field. I was like, you don’t need to drink! Being at the Arboretum will feel better than drinking. I mentioned how I hadn’t drink alcohol in 5 years. Then, I felt bad, because I exaggerated. Really, its more like 4 years and 2 months. <<personal info>>It seemed I would be going back to the Arboretum alone. What does it mean? Maybe that my choice to live a healthier or “more conscious” life style has made me kind of isolated from a lot of people my age. I guess I felt left out. That was the feeling. A feeling of feeling left out. Or I felt like I had a lot to offer, but the people who I was trying to share with, weren’t interested. <<personal info>>might also have been there. I remember some people going up stairs to the party.

At the front of the house, some girls gave me a packet with a green cover. It was about joining the hockey team or contributing. One of the guy’s names was “Eguardo” or “Eduardo” but he looked like someone from High School whose name I forgot. It also showed the team’s cheer leaders on the pages. <<personal info>>Then I was at a desk, deciding whether to throw out the pamphlet, or just store it somewhere. The thing was, they told me I could only ever have one pamphlet. They will never give me another. So if I lose it, I have no chance of ever being part of their hockey club thing. Part of me was like, Charles, you will never join that hockey club thing. Just throw it out. Another part of me was like, Charles, just hang on to it. What if you want to join one day? Just stuff it in a drawer somewhere. I have that kind of indecisiveness with a lot of things. Also I guess it has to do with wondering if I should let go, and burn a bridge, or keep my options open. At the desk, I remember I had 2 pairs of khaki pants, one kind of darker than the other. And a pair of boxers. I was trying to hide them underneath a seat cushion.

On my way back to the field, the path seemed to have changed. The wooden bridges were different. I also flew again, but it seemed more like I slipped and fell, and ended up flying through the air. I was about to land on a wooden bridge, and I feared it would be slick, and cause me to slip off it into the river below, once I landed. Like earlier, flying didn’t make me realize it was a dream.

I forgot the rest of that. Something happened when I got back to the field, I think. It’s probably in my voice notes, just not off the top of my head.

I woke from those and recorded them. I had transitioned to sleeping on my diagonal front, which was really comfortable. I was able to drift back to sleep a few times which was great since I lost so much sleep recently.

In one dream, I dreamed that I was attempting FILD! I know it was a dream because my body was flipped over (head where my feet would have been). But I was doing the little finger things as I slipped into sleep, and then wondered, how are you supposed to do an Reality, Check when you’re not supposed to move too much? I think I experienced a dream starting but it freaked me out and I woke back up. But it was all a dream anyway L O L. During that part there was another dream I forgot due to brain fogginess and grogginess. Foggy and groggy!

My last dream was really funny. First I was dreaming about dream journaling all the night’s dreams so far. In the dream, I was drawing the pizzas that had appeared in previous dreams. Wait. There were pizzas in previous dreams? Yes. Rather than go back and add it, I will just say that there was a rectangle shaped pizza with a 2 x 3 grid of red circles on it. And a triangle pizza. And pictures of pizzas on the wall. And a little kid crying about something. But now, back to this dream.

I was drawing the pizza with a yellow highlighter and a red orange color too. <<personal info>>Then I dreamed that I was going to <<personal info>>At the meeting, I was thinking that if anyone tried to be my friend, I would push them away. I hadn’t been there in a while in waking life, so I thought people would look down on me. I sat on the edge of one of the benches, next to a woman and her child. The person in front of me also had a baby over her shoulder, and a picture of a face on the back of her coat or shirt. I figured this must be children’s mass, as I thought about the Sunday schedule. For some reason, I avoided looking at any children.

Here is the funny part. I sat there in the church, and thought to myself, wait, how did I get here? Maybe I’m dreaming. I had my thin black gloves on. I was just about to do a finger palm test, when I thought to myself, “You know, Charles, let’s not get carries away with reality checks. We’ve already done so many today, and so maybe we should cut back a little. This is clearly not a dream anyway.” L O L, can ya believe it? So I sat there, feeling kind of bored. Eventually I got up and walked out the back door of the church. I remember thinking that I should have just stood in the back since I only wanted to stay for a few minutes. I remember walking around the side of the church outside but I am not sure of the rest. Its on my voice recorder, just not off the top of my head.

I wonder why the dream had me dream of going to that church. I haven’t been there in a while in waking life. I think it simulated some of the feelings I would feel after going back after a long time of not showing up, such as feeling judged by others. <<personal info>>Well, that was all I remembered. I thought if I got back to sleep, I’d definitely get lucid, since I was almost lucid that last time. But, I didn’t get to sleep again.

Date of Dream: FRI 6 APR - 2018



Dream No. 305 - Because I Care

I don't remember what happened at the start of the dream. From where I do remember, I was riding on some sort of bus with my brother, as well as all these Killester girls. My brother was sitting a few seats from the back and I was sitting one or two rows in front of him. What I caught sight of is that the real WB and her younger sister LB were sitting almost right at the front of the bus and I wanted to join them.

I went over and I sat at the seats across from them, taking the one nearest to the window. For the first few seconds, I thought, “good, I'll be able to talk to them now”. That hope was soon drowned as I saw VS coming up from the back of the bus and she took the seat right next to me, therefore blocking my vision and then disregarding me while she spoke to WB and LB. It was also the other way around though... LB never said much to begin with but WB was deliberately ignoring me. Additionally, WB retained the exact same appearance from the last time I saw her in real life. Black round necked jumper, black trackies, white sneakers and frizzy ladybug hairstyle.

I was patient for some time but soon, I let them know that I didn't like someone else coming and interfering with what I was going to do. Eventually, I did manage to say some things to WB but she didn't say much in return. I had to try really hard to get her to have a full conversation with me. This lasted until the bus would stop at the required destination.

The destination where the bus stopped at was some unknown beach area. It parked in the gravel parking, surrounded by a wall of single rocks which on the other side, was the water of the bay. That's what I saw my brother again but I forgot what he was doing. There was a lot more people here than what could fit on the bus, so I thought to myself, “How did they all get here? There's only one bus and no other vehicles”.

Then I saw members of Killester staff as well as the real WB's parents whose physical appearances I am also aware of. Everyone else stayed at the main area of the beach but WB had walked off with a small group of people, including the teachers and her parents. Apparently they were supposed to go on some really interesting and exquisite sightseeing tour. The rest of the massive group had stayed and merrily chatted to each other for the rest of the day.

It was nightfall in the dream when the small group returned on a small white wooden boat. Each person stepped off and joined the mass of people again. When WB had stepped off though, she didn't look too happy. In fact when she was fully off and onto the sandy gravel again, she become somewhat distressed and upset and started crying. She said that she didn't see the sights that they promised that she would see, meaning that she was upset because a supposed fun trip was actually the most boring thing in the world.

Despite how she treated me back on the bus, I went up to her and gave her the biggest hug I could. I hugged her long and hard and only when she gave the smallest response back, kind of halfway between a pat and a hug, I released her. I forgot what else happened in this dream.

Later on in the night, there was a scene with Dreamy WB but I have forgotten everything about it.



Dream Trophies Achieved:
- None



Dream 305: Competition Results

Competition Night: 5
Lucid or Non-Lucid?: Non-Lucid
Estimated Length of Dream (Lucid Only): N/A
Dream Guide: None
Emergency Team: None
Eligible For Competition Points: Yes

Points For This Entry: 1.5
Calculation Details:
- Full Non-Lucid Dream (1.0)
- Non-Lucid Fragment (0.5)

+ Previous Total: 1.0
Total Accumulated Points: 2.5

I am in a white car, in the back to the left. I cannot see the driver. I see a street of stores and I assume I'm in Pittsburgh (where i went to college), and that I go back and forth between Pittsburgh and where I live now. Then something clicks: I realize I don't live in Pittsburgh. I start to wonder if I am dreaming. Once I am certain I am dreaming, I jump out of the car without opening the door (what does that mean?). I walk around and then the driver comes out of the car and tries to stab me.

I start to fly instead of fighting back. I am spinning out of control in the flight and I am scared. My body is acting like a tornado. So I breathe in and control it. I levitate down and up and propel myself forward, far away from the road of shops that realistically look nothing like Pittsburgh. I sense water, and I land in the water. I can feel gentle ripples/waves and the water is dark blue, almost black. I sense sharks around me so I levitate up out of the water. I am out of control again, I am flying fast and its like someone else is controlling my flight. I control the dream. I slow down, meditate in the air and wake myself up. I wake up and wish I kept flying, that I found some utopia to explore my unconscious mind and heart and soul. Anyways, this was my first lucid in months.

I am doing reality checks hoping my dream signs (Pittsburgh, sustained flight, perfect gymnastics, figure skating barefoot, etc) appear at night. I am not ready to keep a real dream journal. I mean I want to, need to develop the discipline first. Any tips?

Okay! So, some time has passed since I woke up. I got them all on my voice recorder, but I will still try to do a little write up.

<<Personal Info>>In the next part I was in the house at <<Personal Info>>I had my chair set up. There was some context I couldn’t remember, but my Dad was trying to set up a mattress and wrap the sheet thing around it. The sheet had 3 columns with Goku, Piccolo and Vegeta. I helped my Dad get the cover on the mattress. Then there was a scene of Piccolo being like 15 feet tall and scolding Vegeta, who was like 5 feet tall.

There were some other parts I forgot. Something with my Nana and Aunt C. My nana had bought me a belt. The belt was white with some blue parts. There was another brown belt attached to it with some brown sheathing. I was modifying it, and my Nana was getting on my case. I got mad at her for micro managing my use of her gift. I said you are doing that for your own benefit, not for me. Not that there’s anything wrong with that, but just understand, I want to use the belt my way, not your way, so get off my case. She sadly agreed.

Then I was fighting my Uncle <<Personal Info>>about something. As I argued with my Nana, he came and stood behind her. He was making a blow torch using a lighter and some alcohol. I guess he would sip the alcohol then blow a flame. Is that possible in waking life? Anyway, I told him he better stop threatening me. I didn’t know it was a dream. I had the default assumption it was waking life. So then he kept threatening me. I grabbed someone and used them as a shield. I forgot who it was. But they went limp and so I was using them as a weapon to hit my uncle with. My Uncle was hesitant to keep coming at me, due to not wanting to hurt that person. I felt like I had gained temporary control, but my Uncle would come back at me another place, another time.

Then it transitioned to this religious thing. Something about a male authority figure. I went around a curtain to get out of there because I felt my Uncle would return. <<Personal Info>>I thought I should join the group behind the curtain, since now I couldn’t go home. But then I moved on.

<<Personal Info>> was in the next room I got to. I was glad to see him and felt a sense of belonging. He was sitting with a woman and then some other people were sitting around this bench kind of thing, which looked on a theater. <<Personal Info>> and some others were smoking. I got mad at first, but because I was so lost, I held back on yelling at them. I realized the smell wasn’t coming near me, so I guess I would only retaliate if the smell got to me. <<Personal Info>>I think that was all I remembered of the dreams. I had some trouble getting back to sleep. By the time I saw a clock, it was already 4:51 A M. (Yes, I double checked the clock!) So that means I slept from like 9 P M all the way to 3 or 4 A M.

I wasn’t able to get back to sleep after that.

I want to note that yesterday April fourth I did 2 minutes of seated meditation 3 separate times. And biked and stretched before bed. I also listened to a few of my older dreams from a few weeks ago, and lots of other L D stuff. But the main new thing was trying 2 minute increments of meditation since even 5 or 10 seemed like too much.

Date of Dream: WED 4 APR - 2018



Dream No. 304 - House Full Of Magic

I don't remember what happened at the start of the dream. From where I do remember, I was at my house in the dining room. I forgot who it was but I was showing someone that I could make things appear and disappear. At first, the dining room table had nothing on it but then when I clicked my fingers, this weird vine-like thing appeared on the centre of it as a supposed decoration. I then clicked my fingers again and it disappeared, meaning that there was now once again nothing on the table.

Yet again I clicked my fingers but this time, the situation became ugly. A small, light-green coloured balloon appeared in the right-corner of my vision and gradually swelled in size as it sat glued onto my cheek. This balloon had a negative effect as when it increased in size, I found my breathing to become more and more difficult. Eventually, I ended up really badly gasping for air as I tried to express a general call for help.

The response was that two small men appeared in the back corner of the dining room, looking half-way between a real life person and a cartoon character... I found out that it was Mario and Luigi and they were the size of approximately my drink bottle. Luigi had a concerned look on his face as he and Mario literally jumped of the cabinet they were initially on, landed on the table and started their attempt to pry the balloon off my cheek. As they would pull though, the balloon made it so that I would almost stop breathing and so getting off without me suffocating would be a lengthy process. Eventually though, Mario and Luigi did get the balloon off.

I was by myself again when I continued over into the kitchen. When I was there, I saw an old man that looked half-way between my deceased grandfather and Luigi with grey hair. The old man was slightly bigger than taller than me, bending over to pick me up and hold me in a hugging position, my feet dangling off the ground. I ultimately predicted to him be to be approximately a third bigger than me.

The dream felt like it was missing something which I soon figured to be the atmosphere of Dreamy WB's presence. I imagined as if though Dreamy WB was in place of the old man and that's when something interesting started happening. The figure holding me would physically alternate between that of the old man, and then Dreamy WB (in her Oktoberfest appearance). After a few alternations, ending with Dreamy WB, I wake up.



Dream Trophies Achieved:
- None



Dream Competition #2 (2018) - Housekeeping Details:

Dream Guides:
1. Dreamy WB/Miss T
2. Murray
3. Mario and/or Luigi

Emergency Team:
1. Sly
2. Bentley
3. Logan

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Dream 304: Competition Results

Competition Night: 3
Lucid or Non-Lucid?: Non-Lucid
Estimated Length of Dream (Lucid Only): N/A
Dream Guide: Mario Bros. & Dreamy WB
Emergency Team: None
Eligible For Competition Points: Yes

Points For This Entry: 1.0
Calculation Details:
- Full Non-Lucid Dream (1.0)
Total Accumulated Points: 1.0

Didn't recall anything on Day 48, except for some vague imagery. Fell sleep around 11:00 PM and woke up around 7:00 AM. Dream counter: 59.

Day 49 is when things start to pick up. I guess thanks to reading up on both Sageous's 'Lucid Dreaming Fundamentals' and FryingMan's 'Unified Theory of Lucid Dreaming', as well as Sensei's 'Thanks For All The Fish', Dolphin's 'Essentials to Having A Lucid Dream', and some ancient, long-forgotten DJs I found in the grandfathered DJ forum. Needless to say, this couldn't have been possible without them. So, thanks if any of you are reading this.

Day 49:

Fell asleep at: 11:00 PM

Woke up at: 3:00 AM and 6:30 AM


Pre-WBTB

Dream 58: Lucid Once More!

Riding with my family in the large SUV. From where we're going, I can recognize that we are going out of downtown and headed towards the high school, but we're going in the completely wrong direction from where we should be going. Usually we go towards the intersection on the way to school, and out of the neighborhood caught in between the school and downtown. Immediately, I get that "feeling" that Sensei elaborated on in his post, and I just went with it. No further questioning required.

I open the car door and gingerly step out. I think the car might've stopped on my way out. Everything was super vivid and really bright, too--something someone would associate with a bright summer day. I don't exactly take in the time to soak it in, I'm just so excited to have gotten this far.

I spot a girl by the side of a building, some stuff happens, and I then try to change up the dream environment. I woke up shortly after. Not because of a sudden "jolt" of excitement (If that were the case I would have woken up a whole lot earlier), but I think because I caught the LD near the end of a major REM period, that and I lost my train of thought sometime near the end of my lucidity.

I have a system set up where, whenever I get lost in my thoughts, I interrupt whatever's going on and either observe my surroundings or do an RC. It's a really efficient system, mostly because I tend to fantasize about things on a regular basis. This is basically the only way I RC now, when I'm not being observant/aware. I really regret not having this system down-pat, as I feel it could have helped me not to lose track of myself at the end of my LD.


I woke up subsequently after that LD. I walked around a little bit, pondered whether to write down the dream in my DJ, and just decided to use a mnemonic technique to remember it in the morning. I thought having a really bright phone screen in my face during the middle of the night would only keep me up.


Post WBTB:

Dream 59: False Awakening and an LD in one night? Nice.

Pretty much what it says on the tin. I had a FA where, during the middle of the night, I got up to record my previous LD, alongside a dream I don't remember happening at any point.


Dream 60: Tantalizing Trump Towers

I'm in this barren, empty room with pillars and a kitchen set in the back. Everything was colored pink, or a really faded red--one or the other. Then I lost my train of thought (Or, in the context of this dream journal, pulled into the Thinkspace). It was about Trump Tower, the one situated at New York City. Apparently, the design of the tower has this window that, if directly shone upon by the sun, would then blast concentrated solar energy upon Central Park, setting it ablaze. Pretty...interesting to say the least.


Dream 61: Tower Defense-Os

Nothing much to this one. Just something about a tower defense game only with classes duking it out on top of a sea of milk and corn flakes.


SIDE_NOTES:

1. To make this less of a headache to read, I bolded the titles for each dream. I'm always for convenience (Maybe because I'm really lazy), so I hope this helps for people who want something easier to digest.

Tonight I made a big mistake which was that I forgot to plug in my voice recorder! So, I woke up, and it didn't have any L E D's on. It was because I had to use the plug near my bed for the space heater. So, it didn't record any of my dreams. Luckily, I was able to think of 90% of what I recorded, and write it down as if my life depended on it. They were actually really cool dreams and I'm so glad they weren't totally lost. There were some casualties, and sadly, I may never find out what happened in those. But I am glad for what I got, and I will get new back up batteries. And hopefully not make that mistake again any time soon! I also did a good job of not getting too upset or beating myself up. I just went straight to salvaging the dreams, which is what matters most. And, it is okay to make mistakes while learning. Mistakes are a sign of growing. Remember, be gentle with yourself.

Round 1:
I know I only remembered one or two fragments to begin with anyway. But now I am totally clueless as to what they were. My feelings when I forget a dream are very intense. It feels like something was ripped out of me. Like there is a void in my soul.

Round 2:

I had some trouble falling back to sleep but eventually got there. Where my memory of it starts, I was in this meeting room. (hidden) and another older woman with blonde ish grey hair were there. There were these metal fold up chairs. Someone said how (hidden) and the other woman had smoked. Although I didn’t smell it, I didn’t notice it was a dream (yet). I got mad and started kind of cussing them out for trailing in smoke. I kind of wondered where the scent was, though. As I yelled at them, I kind of got away from them. I forgot if there was any back lash for yelling at them.

At some point I became lucid. I am not sure how. My friend (hidden) was wearing a shirt that said, “Satan hates Lucifer” and it had some wave designs on it, and other symbols. I ask him what it means. (Abruptly switching from past to present tense!) We go up some short flight of steps, up to a little platform before a door. (hidden) is also there with us. I know it is a dream. I stare at the wave design on (hidden)’s(hidden)shirt, which becomes mezmerizing. I have a sense that it is activating something within the dream.

Gradually I appear in my bed, but in “the phase”. Gradually, I feel parts of my body separate. It happens mostly on its own, as if I am being lifted by reverse gravity, but at some points I gently go along with it. I feel some fear. The idea comes to mind that I could think about a place I want to appear, and maybe I will appear there. So I think “beautiful beach” as I float upwards. I am careful not to open my eyes in my room. I want to be in the sky, not just end up in my room. I feel myself pass through the ceiling, and I am up and out.

I slowly open my eyes, kind of blinking at first. Squinting, then fully open. I can see bright stars on a dark navy blue sky. I am in the air. There is some orange glow in the horizon, as if it is a sun rise or sun set. It is really spectacular, and just one of those things that is beyond words. It is hyper realistic. I look down and see I am flying over a beach. I am a little dissappointed because it is just the local beach. It looks to be near or at (hidden) near the tunnel. But hey, I am flying, and there is water, so I can try to enjoy it!

I fly over the water and notice a body of sand to my right. I am actually using a breast stroke swimming motion as I go through the air. I am afraid someone in the physical world will see me, as if I am in a ghost form. As I fly, I also think about what to tell people about it. I feel like I am telling the world about it as I go in some way.

I could have probably flown up to space. I was flying well. But I didn’t think of that. Well, what happened was good anyway.

Looking at the water, I decide to fly into it. (I had been thinking about water dreams a lot the past few days.) When I cross the water’s surface, it becomes dark. Maybe its because I usually close my eyes under water, and I didn’t put on “dream goggles.” I am suddenly scared to feel around, as is what usually happens when I enter water. Then it is brighter than it even was above the water’s surface. I look around and there is a cluster of muscles (shell fish). They look scary and briney. I am scared there will be something scarier. Red boxing gloves also appear, scattered about the ground, underwater, there. That is a little silly. I am fully aware it’s a dream the whole time.

A lot of times, I have had trouble flying back out of water, once I have flown into it. This might be because while flying is for traveling through the air, swimming is really for the water, not flying. However, I usually try to fly back out, and no motion occurs. What I think I need to do is SWIM to the surface, then do an “Up + A” jump like in Mario. In video games, the characters can somehow jump up out of the water from swimming at its surface, without touching any ground. So I basically need to do that, then catch myself before I fall back into the water, and fly up from there. Other times I have got lucky and eventually flown or sprung out, but I’d like to be able to do it more skillfully. Once I was on the ocean floor and a T Rex was running at me. I flew up, but slowed by the water. Eventually I gained speed and bursted up out of the water is if shot by a cannon. But it was close. Of course teleportation would probably also work, or lots of other things.

After letting me experience that for a moment, the dream let me out of the water. I think I briefly woke up, but then the dream took me back to the same location, just on the dry land this time. I heard some voices off to the left, like a child crying. I think there was one more time I woke up for a second, and re appeared at the beach for another second, and woke up again.

But I stayed still, and realized I was in “the phase”. I got the idea to make slight “physical” movements but I think my actual physical body wasn’t moving. It was just that I was generating sensations of movement.

I re appear in the same room that I was in before, where I fought with the smokers, and saw my friend’s shirt. I might have forgot some parts, but not due to the voice recorder power loss. I hadn’t remembered them to begin with.

(hidden) appears. I feel a sense of familiarity with him. I told him I was afraid to forget my dream so far. I still knew it was a dream. He was very understanding. I think we talked some more but I forgot some of it. He kind of appeared as a dream guide I think. I was so sure it was actually him. The thing about shared dreaming is, if you try to ask the person, they might not think the dream happened. But maybe they just didn’t remember! So shared dreaming will appear to be false if you do it with people who aren’t at a super high level of dream recall. Shared dreaming might not be easy to prove, but it might still be happening. I believe in shared dreaming regardless of all the skepticism.

There was a guy there who I knew from the local gym growing up. He has appeared in my dreams at times. I used to be really into weight lifting and the other high level weight lifters always made an impression on me. He was saying how someone should buy their kids cricket, so they could play cricket. And he also said that people should stop smoking. It was such a good feeling to hear someone else agree with me on that. I reached over him to pat him on the shoulder, but managed to get my arm pit in his face in the process. I was like, whoops, now he had to smell my arm pit. That was kind of silly.

(Back to present tense! I would get a bad grade on an English paper!)

Then we are all going outside. I still know it’s a dream. Before we go outside, my orange glasses and a few other familiar items I almost always keep with me in waking life appear. The familiarity is helpful. I pick them all up before going outside.

We all go outside the little building there. I realize that the dream is going to continue, so I decide to tell (hidden) about my dream thus far. Then, an ominous or malevolent prescence is felt. It whips me up like a cyclone, but no one else is lifted up that I can see. I am in a state of non resistance, but I also have the thought that this thing is going to possess me and turn me against all the other people there. They will not see the malevolent force or be aware of it. They will just think it is me, becoming a bad guy, when really it is this dark force taking control of me. That all goes through me head as I am whipped around in this cyclone. I guess a lot of my expectations that come up during dreams, which then go to create the events, come from religious beliefs I was taught growing up. So I see dreaming as a way to kind of practice new more healthier beliefs. I pretty much try to be in a state of non resistance to all the things that occur in the dreams. That is my ideal but a lot of times I have some level of fear or resistance anyway.

Well, I woke up from those. I expected to rush straight to my voice recorder, but when I actually felt myself in my physical bed, no longer in the phase, I realized that was silly. I have to stay still and think it through first! So I did just that, and gradually, slowly but surely, it all came back to me. I don’t meditate a lot in waking life, but I think when I wake up from a dream, and concentrate on recalling it, that’s really the closest thing to real meditation I ever do. There were no blips in dream recall and I am glad because this was my first L D of this caliber in at least a week or two.


Round 3:
I had a little difficult falling back to sleep again, but eventually got there. What a relief.

My dream memory of these starts with me in the (hidden) kitchen. (hidden) was eating some food from a tupperware. Something happened and she seemed to become sad. I found some turkey and cheese in the fridge and decided to make a sandwich. I went out to the garage. I had two toasted pieces of buttered bread. I was putting that together with the turkey and cheese, listening to (hidden)(I didn’t know it was a dream yet.)

I haven’t eaten really any animal products except fish oil for almost 2 years now, so in the dream, I was kind of wondering why I was about to eat this turkey. I took a bite anyway. It felt like biting into a baseball glove sandwich. I bit down harder and tasted some salty turkey, but still it was tough. Then I realized that the turkey might be old. I went into the kitchen to check the date on the package, but couldn’t find it. I got mad. I was like, “WTF?! Where’s the packaging?” Kind of yelling.

As I went through the fridge, I saw that my Dad had really stocked up on green vegetables. There was even a big duffel bag on the right hand side of the middle shelf. I was like, they sell groceries in duffel bags now? But generally impressed with my Dad’s vegetable selection. I also remember standing at the kitchen counter, afraid I would actually get some energy from the turkey, and become an animal eater again. I got a bad sinking feeling from losing my streak of pseudo-veganism, like the feeling of realization I have sometimes felt after falling off my diet or off the wagon. Luckily it was just a dream! I also felt bad because I thought it was for my Dad’s lunch.

I probably forgot some other stuff. I think there was a major flying part where I phased through a window and flew, but the dream was super long. I think there was also a part where we were at a beach, which also happened again later.

The next part I clearly remember is hearing a guy say that he doesn’t listen to a lot of youtube or spiritual talks but Facebook is what puts him in Zen mode. I actually set my facebook to delete some time within the last 2 weeks and so I think it was a reminder to see if I am really sure about deleting it. I thought it was interesting that someone could see how facebook puts them in “Zen Mode” when I always saw it as a distraction. Well, I could always start over on facebook, if I really wanted.

That transitioned to a meeting with my Mom, some African American people and some Caucasian people. I forgot what they were saying, but I think it was from some “I’m having a boy!” V Logs I watched the previous day.

At some point I realized it was a dream. I was with family, which probably came from seeing family on Easter. It was like they wouldn’t let me go, but I wanted to go do my own thing. I ran away, telling myself, “It’s not really them! It is just a dream!” (Switching to present tense.) I run down the hall of this building, hearing my Aunt (hidden) call after me. I see the door for me to press open at the end of the hall. Then, there is a glass window, maybe two foot tall by one foot wide. Instead of opening the door, I attempt to phase through the window. I am very surprised when it works! And I am up in the sky once again.

The sky is blue this time. More like daytime. I realize that my family members might run after me and look up, seeing me in flight. So I fly up onto the roof where I will be out of sight.

I knew it was a dream, but I am not sure what my action means. I usually try to give the “benefit of the doubt” to the dream figures that they might be my actual family and such, and treat them with equal respect. Running out on them and flying wouldn’t align with that ideal. But I have not always gotten along with my family that great so maybe I had enough from the holiday and needed to be on my own. (I haven’t always gotten along with anyone that great!)

There might have been some other stuff I forgot. I was in and out of lucidity. I was talking to someone before a meeting started. Switch to present tense. The meeting is beginning. Someone wants to smoke. Another group member informs them that they have to go far from the building to do so. They reply, “Aw, man, I have to miss the beginning.” And leave. Another fellow, who will appear again later, is smoking an Electronic Cigarette. My blood boils. “You smokers better keep your bleeping mouths shut,” I say. We sit as if to meditate. I am about to close my eyes when I notice a fellow to my right, lighting a cigarette, right there in the middle of the group. I rip the cigarette and lighter out of his mouth and mash my palm into his nose.

Afraid of retaliation, I get up to leave. I continually check if anyone is chasing me, but no one is. I walk out this hall way made of all glass. When I get outside, I see (hidden), or someone I call (hidden) in my mind. He is at the top of an escalator, which seems to be my way “home”. Two guys get in my way though, and try to block me. I explain that I have been dreaming so long, and I just want to go home. (A lot more happened than I was even able to remember. This was a LONG dream. I think the earlier parts of flying and being at the beach that I forgot were HUGE, but just too much to recall at once. I usually try to stay in the dream as long as I can anyway though, even though I’m aware sometimes too long a dream leads to forgetting parts. I hear about people waking themselves up prematurely so they don’t forget it, but I can’t see myself doing that. )

I wash up on the beach thing again. I am on a life raft with (hidden) and a woman about my age. She has dark hair and she is pretty. I am aware she smoked an electronic cigarette earlier in the dream, but I am still really attracted to her. I know it’s a dream anyway. (I would be very careful not to kiss anyone who has ingested substances like nicotene or other drugs or alcohol in waking life, since it would be in their saliva or blood stream, and I don’t want it in my system. So this is on my mind in the dream.) She seems to like me too, and I decide to kiss her, because it doesn’t seem like her nicotene will be transmitted to my physical blood stream within the dream. (hidden)When I got back into the dream, I was still washing up onto the beach thing. I had to save the woman. The water was a cartoonish blue. The tide was coming up fast. (hidden) pushed two cans into the sand to make a marker for where the tide was. I worried we would have nothing to drink. I had a glass jar. I caught this little shark thing in the glass jar. It was just a little longer than the jar. I figured this would give us food or water or both. I touched the shark thing and it was really sharp, like it was made of knives. There were a bunch more of these sharp sharks swimming by the shore, and so I ran out of there even faster. Someone, I think it was (hidden), released the shark at one point. I kind of wanted to keep it, but moved on. I think my lucidity level was fluctuating and I wasn’t exercising much dream control if any.

When we got up to the high tide mark, the water had pretty much followed us all the way there. There was a big moving truck on the beach that we could use as shelter. A guy was going into it to rest. I saw the guy I had told off in the previous meeting with the smokers. Not the guy whose face I mashed but the guy who had the E cigarette. I felt like the dream was never going to let me go until I sort of took it easy on the smokers. It would keep putting me back through some exposure to smokers, then wash me up on the beach after I attacked them again, until I broke the cycle by just taking it easy on them.

(Switch to present tense.) I look into the guy’s eyes and they are sky blue. They also have purple splotches. I am really struggling to get words out. It is like my pride is symbolized in the dream as an extreme strain to say the words to the guy. It sounds like I am heaving to breathe or something. But I am trying to say that I am sorry and explain that I have to apologize to break free of the dream cycle we are currently in. The guy says I don’t have to apologize, but I insist. (I think that was the second time I had that type of difficulty speaking within the dream.)

I realize its still “my” dream and I don’t have to stay here. I demand more time with the woman from before. The dream complies immediately, but I sense there is more to it than that. The woman is up in my face ready to fight. I am like, oh, man, this is going to be different. At first, I’m not happy with it. I could even see it going nightmarish. The woman’s lips become like big green Piccolo lips with razor teeth. Her face does some other kinds of morphs. When I accept the dream’s will, it shifts again, and the woman and I become power stars like in Mario, but not the exact shape. We fly around like it’s a video game, running into monsters and blowing them up. Points appear like in Final Fantasy Crystal Chronicles. It isn’t what I expected, but its kind of cool. Actually its beyond my wildest dreams! We fly up over this railing on a platform and into a corridor.

Then I had a false awakening of dream journaling or telling someone about the dream. I was mainly describing how in the dream, I had hardly any pride blocking me from making an apology, like I do in waking life. That was very transformative to even feel what that could be like. Then, I was describing how I accepted the dream’s will after I had asserted my own and been sort of played a joke on. And how it shifted again to something we both liked. I felt like I had recorded most of the beginning of the dream.

Then this movie started to play. I thought it was an actual dream recorder, and it was playing a part of the recording of my dream to me. But that part didn’t seem familiar. I just figured I better pay attention so I could record it, not knowing it was still a dream. I felt so overwhelmed by how long the dream was.

The dream movie showed these three police officer guys on top of a bus thing. They all had cannons. (hidden)I woke up from that. I knew I was in my physical bed for sure, and the reality of how long the dream was hit me hard. I did my best to think through it, one detail at a time. Luckily, I didn’t need the bathroom, so I could stay perfectly still for a long time. Eventually I moved a little and flicked my voice recorder on, not knowing it had run out of battery, and hadn’t been plugged in! Luckily, the intensity of the dream, and the effort I put into intially recalling it, caused me to still remember it enough to type it as soon as I realized the technology hadn’t been on. I will never know if I left anything out. It seems like a complete recollection of what I initially remembered, but I will never know! So I have to be careful in the future, and make sure it always has fresh batteries in it.


Round 4:

I was in and out of these dreams, recording a few sentences, and falling back asleep. So, I lost some of the earlier parts. No clue what they were! I really wonder.

There was a part where I was playing in a Mario platformer. There was some kind of ice level. I got Mario to do a “wall jump” as he was sliding down between two green tubes, about to fall off the stage. I was surprised it actually worked, then kept it up. Then I had to go down this Bowser Slide thing. Bowser was sliding down with me. He said, “Only 25 feet to go. Hop onto me!” So I jumped on him and his spikes hurt me. I also slid off the slide onto the abyss once, re spawned, and got to the end of the slide. That was more like S M 64.

In the next part, I was going through some rooms. I needed to go #1 within the dream but not in waking life. The (hidden) hall monitor lady from my high school came in and I couldn’t go #1. The room had this big circle thing in the center. (hidden)

I walked around the circle thing and my orange glasses appeared there. I didn’t know it was a dream.

I woke up from that and recorded it, too. Or, at least thought I did. Then I fell back asleep and continued going through the rooms. I had to find something to stir my spinach shake. In the next room was a giant and very dangerous looking knife. It looked like our main steak knife but bigger and sharper. There was a guard there and a king type of character. I referred to the king as “His highness” to the guard, asking if I could use the knife to stir my shake. It was in a tub of soap water. The answer was no, but I found a fork that would work just as well, without the danger. I also asked the guard if “his highness” could tell me whether all the doors in this castle were “warp rooms”. I said that I didn’t really need to know, since it was a dream. The funny thing is, I don’t think I was lucid. But still, I said that.

Notes:
I was surprised to be reminded of a detail about Round 2 I had totally forgotten by a later dream detail. I haven’t had to type this much in a while since I decided to just keep all my notes in the voice recorder, which is easier for me, and then type small summaries if I really want to. Forcing myself to type this today reminded of what it was like when I used to type every detail of every dream, every day. Rigorous! But today, I had to do it, before all was lost. It took me hours to type all this. If I had to go into a job today, I would have called in and said, “Hey, boss, sorry, I can’t come to work today. My dream notes didn’t make it to my voice recorder so I have to type them all up.” It was 4,788 words!

When I was eleven/twelve years old in 2004, I was in sixth grade and I knew this guy that I really liked! I was a very shy girl so I did not talk to him much but I remember things about him. At the end of the year when we graduated and went onto junior high (7th grade) he went to a different high school then me so we never saw each other again. In 2013 after having not seen or thought about him in ten years he suddenly popped into my dreams. The basis of the dreams I have had about him since are always romance.

Tonight, I slept from around 8 P M to 2 A M but then had insomnia until 4 or 5 A M. But then I slept another hour or two.

In the first dreams, there was something with a guy on a train, holding me prisoner. There was a part when I had a fillet of salmon, and it fell on the floor. I didn't want to waste it, so I tried skinning the part off that touched the floor. It was near a cafeteria line.

Then there was this part where I was at the food store. I had a job there. A customer rang up $7.33 worth of stuff (I remembered the number somehow!) and walked out. After a moment, I realized that he hadn't paid.

The store had big windows looking out to the front parking lot, so I could see the license plate of the car he went to. I read the number out loud and kept repeating it out loud to myself as I chased after him. I was yelling to other people, "Stop that car!" followed by the license plate number.

The store manager happened to be nearby in the parking lot and stopped the guy. He shook the guy's hand and started talking to him. He asked me,"Is that your husband?" I was like, "No, and I'm not gay, so I wouldn't have a husband." It really bugged me that the manager assumed I was gay. They kept telling me I was gay, and I said in as many ways as I could, "I'm straight. I like women." Etc. But it really bugged me. (I didn't know it was a dream.)

Then there was F Z from a meeting and an older man who said he was Bi sexual. F Z zipped his jacket. I was like this whole thing is weird. I don't have any problems with you all being gay, but I am not. There is nothing wrong with being gay, but I am not. That was what I was saying to them in the dream.

There were a lot of dreams up until the first time I woke up. Another was about time dilation. Like I experienced time dilation, "woke up" into a dream within a dream, and thought, "Oh, thats the time dilation they were talking about." Thinking I had woken up physically.

Okay, then I had the insomnia. I listened to some audio and eventually got back to sleep.

I dreamed a really vivid scene of seeing some autumn trees pass by out the front windshield of my Dad's van. I was like, wow, those reds and yellows and oranges won't be there forever. Better take a good look before they turn green. I had no idea it was a dream, and it was really Spring in waking life.

In that van, my sister was some how sleeping in the roof panel of the van. But it wasn't latched secure, so I was afraid the whole thing would collapse on me. I was in the back seat, like when I was a kid. I thought of latching it. At one point her leg slipped down and her foot landed on my chest.

I also remember being in my Aunt C's room and she had a coin collection. I was thinking if she would be mad if I took the quarters and used them as regular quarters. I was playing Pokemon T C G with my sister. It was a cool set of cards we had out. I had holographic fire, water (or ice) and maybe normal types. She had a normal type, but in the T C G that was dragon type, and it had an ice weakness. I didn't get to use my ice move in time and she defeated my Pokemon. I remember being kind of wowed at how cool the holograms were. Being in my Aunt C's room is probably the main dream sign that I didnd't notice. But it was funny because I also remember being surprised that my sister was visiting again, so soon. I remember having a sense that she was really here, not knowing it was a dream.

There was also this part with the "gratitude guy". He had this whole system he came up with for gratitude that seemed like a great idea. Some other people and myself were on board. I forgot some of the details because after the insomnia, I was waking up from these dreams so exhausted. In fact, I even fell asleep with my voice recorder running, in the middle of recording one dream!

I got the rest on the voice recorder though. That was just off the top of my head.

Today I had my first lucid dream/out of body projection into a desired location - my home in Bangalore.

Wall of text coming up. Keeping it succint, and the info useful and mainly discuss how I get into it, dream stabilisation techniques I used, and how I moved from one environment into another for those of you who want to get into what I feel is one of the most thrilling experiences of my life - being completely 'awake' and aware in dream world.

It was a mixture of feelings of joy, accomplishment, elation, amazement, wonder to move from one completely 'real' and solid dream environment to another one in my Bangalore home (on a side note, I realise that I don't call it my parent's place, but Home).

I started reading Jurgen Ziewe's Multidimensional Man yesterday. So that got me hankering for lucid dreaming again. I've also been a bit cut up about the fact that a lot of people count lucid dreaming, and OBE as separate, but Jurgen was clear that he felt they were both the same. This ties into the zeitgeist on the dream views forums where they class all lucidity in the dream world as lucid dreams, and not OBE's. As I felt that OBE's are out of body projections into consensus realities i.e. 'real' worlds, as opposed to dream worlds. Good to know someone Jurgen confirm they were the same. Then again, he can see his body in his dream in OBE, but probably wouldn't in a lucid dream - ahh, who knows. But we ramble, and somebody promised they wouldn't do that .

My usual habit is to get back into lucid dreaming is to start dream journaling, but I hit upon a quicker more effective solution - I voice recorded my dream journal yesterday.

It takes a few days of dream journaling to get into dream awareness to recall more than a few chunks of it. And that dream awareness making me recall more than a few chunks of it, also helps me more aware that I am dreaming in a dream, and allows me to get lucid.

I had about an hour of pretty much continuous back to back lucid dreams, and whilst this was my longest stretch of lucids, it's also my usual pattern that I do get back to back lucids, around 3-4 of them at a time. Mainly because once I'm lucid in one dream world, I can retain that lucidity into the next 3-4 dream environments.

I won't bore you with individual details of my dreams, but share what's relevant to those of you who want to try it. Mainly how I get lucid in a dream, and dream stabilisation techniques I was using and how I 'projected' to a different environment.

Journaling makes me retain slightly more awareness in a dream world. I thought of making a song that says if I'm flying, in a strange place, outside my home, traveling, meeting friends, or FLYING, that I'm in a dream world. So it's basically flying that gets me to realise I'm in a dream world, or strange situations that I'm not supposed to be in, like Minnesota the last time around.

So last night, I was flying in a dream, and showing off my flying skills, to people and realised, hey, I can only do this in a dream, and got lucid in the dream, but it dissolved.

The next dream, ditto - realise I'm flying, so must be in a dream, but it dissolved.

In my next dream, I find some tapestry before me and start feeling the intricacies in the tapestry, looking at them in fine detail, and I go in and out of lucidity though the dream stays relatively stable in that environment.

I then do a cross brain (Psych-K) belief change posture in my dream, and change the belief that I can't stabilise a dream world, into a belief that I can stabilise a dream world.

I'm then in a bed, where I wake up and step out of my bed, and it's a half formed, dark dream world, and I just keep my hands on the walls, and walk from room to room, up and down stairs, never taking my hands off the walls. And I'm able to extend lucidity for a fair bit.

Then come a whole series of back to back fully lucid dreams for about the next 30-45 minutes.

At the end of them, I think, okay, lets project to a different dream environment, and I think about my Bangalore home. I imagine the door, and how it would look like. I look down, and I see a part of the gate, and think it's part of the home, and then see the house and stumble into it. I'm so excited by this, instead of waiting to stand and look around, or see if I can meet my folks, I just try and 'project' into the next place I can think of, and the dream dissolves and I finally wake up.

Points to ponder:
1. Audio recording more effective, and easier than typing it out. I record it on a whatsapp message to a 'dead' contact.
2. Dream stabilisation techniques as a priority in the dream. Use all senses, touch, sight, smell, temperature, to get immersed in the dream environment. If the dream starts to dissolve, I bend down, feel the dirt, or the walls as I walk.
3. No sudden moves in the dream or it destabilises. Slow and steady work the stabilisation in.
4. Once stabilisation settled in, then attempt to project to a different dream environment by imagining parts of it. The brain fills the rest in, and I'm immediately transported there.

Nothing much happened on Day 46. I fell asleep at midnight, and woke up around 9:00 o' clock. I do recall some dreamlets, so let's bump up that counter to 57.


Day 47:

Fell asleep at: 2:00 AM

Woke up at: 9:30 AM



Dream 58: The Ultimate April Fool's Trick


Happy April Fools, SubC, I hope you like it.

So, the dream starts out with me in a classroom. The lights are on, though I still have trouble seeing. I have an enormous sense of presence within the dream, what with it all taking place in the first person. I lose myself in my train of thought as I'm exiting the building--something about a detective and his status.

Once I do exit the building though, a little, teeny tiny thought comes into my head. "What is so dream-like about this? What shouldn't be here?" And so I look around.

To my right I see two busses on top of each other blocking the entrance, to my left I see a guy in a clown costume wrangling a half-rhino-half-antelope thing by its leash. The Rhinocerope is tugging really hard on the leash, and the clown can barely hold on.

For some reason, THAT doesn't trigger any lucidity. I then went over to the area in front of the band hall, and I see my dad talking to about two or three people. The dream ends soon after that.


Side-notes:

1. I had a very apathetic feeling throughout the entire dream. Though my sense of presence that I achieved is honestly unprecedented. I hope I can get that feeling going so I can achieve a proper DILD next time.

2. I tried using MILD before I went to bed. Repeating the phrase, "I am present in my dreams" and (I believe) "My dreams are vivid" before going to sleep.

I don't think I got lucid last night. My first dreams were really early in the night. I was awoken from something kind of scary but unable to remember it. All I remembered at the end was something like, "A ghosty!" I was in sleep paralysis and trying to remember the rest, when I fell back asleep, without recording. I told myself I would still remember next time I woke up when I thought I was waiting too long to record. L O L... Not!

I woke up again around the time I usually do, after 4 to 6 hours of sleep. I had dreamed about depth charge from beast wars and outlining a color drawing of him. My Dad was cooking eggs for himself to eat. I dreamed I was at this church, walking around, brushing my teeth the whole time. I explained to my friend why I try not to step up onto a high step up thing. It was a bed. Because my knee clicks. I had him step up onto it and his knee clicked, too. Then, he understood. It was R S. R S was at the end of my next dream, too.

The next dream was a long one. I was in this dirt parking lot thing. Then in a video game thing. I saw someone from a job I had when I was 14 or 15.

For the video game thing, first it was on a Mario Side Scroller type of game. I had an invincibility star generator but lost my fire flower before I reached it. Another mushroom appeared that I also got. Then I went down some corridor with writing along it, and into this water or flying level. I bypassed some blue fish ghost bad guy things and went to the boss, this big sea monster thing. With my invincibility star, I could go right up to the monster and stand next to it, automatically dealing it damage.

After that, there was something about being in a field. One kid was throwing a disc at other kids necks (ouch!). Then they were kicking footballs down the field, and landing near us, so we moved. We walked over some fallen tree parts and got to a store.

I was going to steal something from near the front of the store, but put it back. My Mom was mean to a girl and I was like, Mom, you gotta admit you were wrong, kind of thing. Then I was trying to put on a suit but my friend took it and cut it for his own costume. I was so mad, I wanted to take it back from him, and cut the whole thing up, so neither of us could have it. It was like a grey elephant suit. This was also when I was yelling at R S but it was S S who stole my suit. What was I fighting R S about? Its probably in my voice notes.

Then I was wearing no clothes! I was covering up with my hands as best I could. This woman, D F, took a picture of me with an old school camera. I demanded she show it to me and delete it, or I would smash her camera! The picture of me showed two bricks where each of my chest muscles are. I woke up directly from that.

After that I had trouble sleeping. I prayed a while about stuff and then finally got a little more sleep around 5:30 A M.

I had lots of little "dream flashes". The main dream I remember from that part was walking by this party type of room and hearing classical music as my friend B D walked in. I was like, wait, was that B D? I should go in and say hi. But I wasn't wearing my retainer, and my shirt was buttoned funny. When I walked by again, two women came out, not B D.

I also dreamed of different relatives criss crossing who lives where. Like my aunt staying with us but then house sitting for my uncle during the day who had traded lives with my other aunt, and watching his (her) dog.

I had some more details that didn't come off the top of my head. This was just a quick write up. The rest are on my voice recorder. I decided my baseline level would just be to record my dreams by voice through the night. Anything I write about them is just a bonus. The writing got to be so strenuous, the way I was doing it, and eventually I totally lost interest. So a little balance is important.

Date of Dream: SUN 1 APR - 2018



Dream No. 303 - Suspicious Test Conduct
Nightmare!

I remember how the dream started. It was night time and I was wandering around in some unknown area... It reminded me of the grounds of places like on a school camp, and the walking tracks were wet. SHig was there and in the dream, my TAFE class not only had him for economics but for corporate governance as well. Additionally, the TAFE class wasn't just my 2018 group, it also comprised of girls from Killester.

For the next scene, I forgot most of what SHig said. What I do know is that we were preparing for test period and there were instances of him interacting with the Killester girls. I did notice in this dream that SHig had a suspicious demeanour about him when talking to me, like he was up to something but I didn't know what.

In the last scene, I approached SHig as I was ready to commence one of the tests (I think it was the corporate governance theory test on paper). He was telling me how to approach the test and this is what he said; something along the lines of “just go in there and meditate”. I then walked into the location of the test and what I saw was absolutely disturbing; the room contained all these coffins, raised on metal trolleys, with their lids open and in each of them was a class member, lying in a frozen sleep, their body and head swaddled in a blanket with only their faces being revealed.

My stomach lurched and I made my way out of that room as quickly as I could. On my way out, my brain is telling me “call Dreamy WB!” but my impulse instinct is actually telling me not to. My fear actually over-rode my intent to call for Dreamy WB. As I was getting closer and closer to outside the building, the fear was sinking in that he would hear me and he'd be at my throat in a really bad way. My subconscious mind now imagined SHig coming this way and he wouldn't be looking too nice. I was now in such a horrible and scared anticipation that I woke up in a sweat.



Dream Trophies Achieved:
- None



Type of Dream: Non-Lucid
Dream Guide: None
Emergency Team: None
Eligible For Competition Points: Yes

Points:
- Full Non-Lucid Dream (1.0)

Total Points For Competition:
45.0

I got lucid at least twice. One of the times was more of a substantial LD. The other times were just short moments of lucidity.

In my final dream, there was this cat who bit my finger. It was like I re lived the dream 3 times. In the second part, when I got down the stairs, the cat bit my finger. I didn't know it was a dream. I didn't expect much, but it turned out that a huge chunk of skin was ripped off. I thought it was waking life, and got scared. I was really relieved when I woke up and it hadn't really happened physically.

The dream before that was my main LD. I was making some fruit juice with some people. Then I thumb wrestled a friend from school. Then I needed to find a bathroom. I went down some stairs, and I was in a sketchy train station place with public bathrooms. I found the mens room and then had a false awakening where I was sleeping in a dirt hole. Twice, that false awakening repeated. Both times, some scary group of people ran up to the hole and jumped in, and I woke up.

The third time, it started again, with me in the hole again. This time a big group of people were coming towards my sleeping hole. I realized it was a dream, and decided to face them. They required me to speak in Spanish, so I spoke in Spanish to them. My Spanish is pretty good in dreams!

I ended up joining them on a bus. I became aware that everything was hyper realistic. My vision was really sharp. I tried "deepening" which was to just rub my hands and try to rub the seats on the bus. I'm not sure if it worked, but the dream didn't end there.

We pulled into some kind of drive through food place. It was closed but there was a drive through vending machine. I had no money. There were some coins in the coin return already though. Two said Canadian on the back. Big silver coins. I rubbed the back of one and a little silver worm appeared. It freaked me out. I felt something bite my leg really hard, and woke up.

Earlier dreams don't come to mind off the top of my head. BUT I got them all in a voice recorder, so that's good enough for me.

Just as a back ground note, a small group of us as kids had a thumb wrestling thing. We used to thumb wrestle a lot, kind of as a joke. 15 years later or so, it is hard to put a word to the feeling, but the dream recaptured it. It was really cool.