non-lucid

3/26/13

1. I am in the streets at night. I go to my house and there is a friend there. We get into a fight, and he shoves me. I strike him down, and shove him across the floor. I punch him again. His head touches the unpolished concrete roughly, and blood comes from his head. The rage that I felt before turns to panic. He doesn't respond. I check his pulse, and he is still alive. I freak out about what will happen when he wakes up, and I take a hammer and bludgeon him. I hit him many times until the blood gets all over my arms. I become so angry at him, yet so sad. I experience emotions that I cannot describe. I leave his body. It is now six in the morning, and I go outside on the streets again to cool down. I am filled with satisfaction but also deep regret. The perfect idea ignites in my mind; I would dump the body in the field ten blocks behind my house. I only have an hour before sunrise, and I run inside to grab the body. It is gone. Someone took it. I am freaked out since I have no idea what is going on. Why would someone want a body? Why would they want to help me? Are they working for the police? The cops are at school the next week. They say they want to talk to some students. They check everybody's arms for traces of blood. I wipe my hands with a baby wipe just to check even though I know their their technology could find me even if I bathed in ethanol. The officer is coming around slowly to each desk in turns as my English teacher speaks. I get up to ask to go to the bathroom in order to get out of this. Someone sitting behind me who I do not know says 'Can't. They won't let you leave.' I switch seats with him because he already got his arm checked meaning that the officer would check him twice, and I would go free. Then the man asks me a question. I answer it in a subtle voice. He tells me to speak louder. I do, but he reiterates his request. I speak above medium volume, but he still inquires me to talk louder. I don't respond. He says something. I reply with a graceful shot that echoes and shudders the classroom and the faces of the children astonished by my newfound extroversion. The officer is about to condemn me for switching, but he leaves the school, saying that there is someone in the neighborhood he wants to check.

The room feels wide and open. Ahead of me is a stone tunnel. From where I'm standing I can't discern any details. As I focus my eyes, it becomes more detailed. I start to describe it to myself and it becomes. I'm delighted, thinking how it's like drawing, I see it in pencil shadings first, before it becomes real, and the image flows more smoothly than any drawing I have ever created.
When it is finished the stone is a mossy deep brown, wet with rain. I can't figure out where I've seen it before, but it feels so familiar. There are stairs leading up to a platform that sits to the right side of the tunnel. I start looking for something there but I no longer recall what it is.

The Poisoning of Azela Grey
I had a dream at midday, telling the tale of Azela Grey. I'm watching a news report, showing footage from a live Council meeting. She had fought for her spot as a Speaker, and a woman, which was something spectacular in its own right. She's tall, with dark shoulder-length hair. She's wearing a light gray business suit with a white shirt under the jacket. The council meeting is built like an amphitheater. A platform at the center where the primary 5 sit, and then 4 tiers of gently curving wood tables with seats where the rest of the Council sits. Azela sits in the last ring, of the least importance. The meeting is about to commence, she takes a sip. My awareness pulls back, showing a pixelated tv screen, a red band at the bottom.
"The Poisoning of Azela Grey"

I'm driving down a highway. The road is impossibly fast and crowded. A woman on a tiny black motorcycle that has a regular sized cream/tan motorcycle folded up above the back wheel speeds past me. I think how awesome that is and wonder where I can get one. She looks like this actress http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1490300/. A moving truck doesn't see her and moves lanes. I'm worried about her, so instead of getting hit, one of her wheels breaks off and she skids to a stop on the shoulder under an overpass. I go over to see if she needs help. Now she looks different, a tall brunette with wavy hair and olive skin. I separate from my character and I see myself from behind. I'm tiny next to her, the top of my head only just reaches past her shoulder.
I have shoulder length black hair. I'm wearing a white denim jacket and a brown dress with boots. Even with short hair I recognize her as Saja, I become her often. It seems perfect that she would stop to help someone, she's always thinking of others.
"Can I help you?" I ask her.
"Don't worry about it, this isn't your problem." She glances at me and does a subtle double-take. I know she thinks I'm attractive. I stand there patiently. She rolls her eyes, but she's smiling. "Fine, I guess I could use some help."
"Perfect! I'll help you get the cycle into my van."


It skips to a grey, dim-lit room. On one end is a photographer. On the other is a two foot high, smooth white statue shaped like some kind of bird. The idea is that this is therapy, and in expressing my depression...on top of the bird, while someone takes pictures, I'll be able to feel better (riiiight...). I am Azela Grey, I no longer look like Saja. I'm taller, my hair isn't black but still dark brown, wavy and is a little longer. I'm wearing a dark brown dress with tiny white flowers, knee length boots and a netted brown jacket thing. The statue looks a little like a duck now. My photographer therapist urges me to begin.
The stress of the campaign has taken its toll. There are dark circles under my eyes and I look like I haven't smiled in a long time. My awareness pulls back and I'm watching myself pose on the duck. After a few flashes my friend from the highway comes to join me. She presses her body against my back and runs her hands down my sides. I smile. I know I shouldn't. I have a girlfriend. Plus, now there are pictures.
She has been trying to show me how to enjoy life again.

I'm walking down a cobbled street, it's dark with the recent rain. I duck into a bookstore. It's small, with 5 long tables. Tall bookshelves line the walls. There is only one book. It has a dark blue jacket with yellow on the front. Sometimes the yellow looks like flowers, sometimes like angelfish. Sometimes like stars. I can't make out the name either. Sometimes it looks like Seascape. Sometimes Starsea, sometimes Starscape. I open one of them and flip through it. I can't make sense of the text.
I think of how eroded our culture has become under the weight of the law. How this bookstore should have the freedom to sell more than one book. I suppose that's what my campaign is about, freedom. Now I have made a serious miss-step. There are the photos of myself and the woman. If they see those they could ban me from the council.
When I leave the bookstore my girlfriend is outside. She throws the pictures on the ground in front of me and leans forward, red with her effort not to yell.
"What are these? WHAT ARE THEY? After EVERYTHING we did to be together, to keep our relationship a secret you let some half-wit photographer take pictures of another woman groping you? These are all over the papers! AND there's mention of me! Why did you tell them about us and then take these pictures? This could ruin my career!"
She's a doctor, it's strange enough for a woman to be practicing medicine, now her license could be taken away because of my mistake. She storms off. I stare down at the pictures and gather them in my hands.
Behind me there are two steeply arched stone bridges that cross each other like an X. A man in a tux and top hat is narrating my story. He's telling a group of people who are singing and dancing under string-light decorations that it's sure I'll be banned, they might have listened to me on the council before this. They may have even passed the laws I suggested, but never now.
He talks of a time when people could love whoever they wanted.
Then he tells the part that hasn't happened yet, that as they are about to ban me, someone poisons my tea because of hatred for my sexual orientation, and the laws I wished to pass.


Huh. I've had dreams as men before, I've never had one where I was a lesbian. How interesting...

4:12 AM

I am laying in the ash of some BBQ pit in a park. I realize I had been daydreaming and laying there far too long. I get up to go pee.

I am in some strange shower house with dirt floors. I pee into this strange monkeybar/urinal with a puddle on the floor to hold urine. As I am peeing a young Kimmie kicks pee back into my face. I say "You got pee on your foot." she replies, "Well you got pee on your face". I say, "Well its my pee." Im really not bothered by it but I wipe my face off because I can feel the wet now.

Tim shows up and starts talking."You know how.Brenda always likes to be green... but she's not so much anymore".

Non-Lucid
Lucid
Not-Dream

13th March 2013

I was walking through a series of rooms. Each room was about 2 metres cubed and each had a table with 4 chairs. The table, along with the chairs filled up most of the room and didn't leave much room to walk around them. On the other side of the room was an arch way leading to another room exactly the same but the table and chairs were a different colour/pattern. This continued as far as I could see. I walked around the table and chairs and kept going through each room while only look ahead. I had the idea that there was food at the end of this and I suddenly felt extremely hungry. This continued for about 5 minutes until everything faded away and I woke up.

14th March 2013

Sleep - 12:00am
Wake ups - N/A
Finial wake up - 7:00am

I was sitting on a wall on a quiet street. I could hear two people arguing about whether Nikola Tesla or Thomas Edison was better.

15th March 2013

Sleep - 12:15am
Wake ups - N/A
Finial wake up - 6:30am

I am getting ready to go to my driving lesson. I was rushing all around my house for because I thought I was going to be late.

31st March 2013

I am investigating a house. There were no lights on in the house and it was in the middle of the night. I only had a small torch to help guide me through the darkness. I was in the back garden of the house trying to get in via the back door. It was locked and I didn't know how to lock pick a door so I decided to see if there was any other way in that was unlocked.

I walked around to the side of the house where I found a side door that led into the house. I tried to open it and I found that this door was unlocked. Inside was a large garage with shelves all along the walls. I pointed my torch across the room looking for another door that led further into the house. I found a door on the far side of the room and I had to carefully walk around various object on the floor to get to it. I opened the door and walked through. I found myself in a large dining room with just a table in the middle of it. The room had no decoration anywhere.

I walked around the table and spotted a staircase that went up to the next floor. I slowly walked up the stairs and I made sure I didn't make any sound while doing so. As I walked up the stairs I heard footsteps coming from a nearby room. It sounded like they were walking around the room in a loop. I carried on up the stairs but the last step made a creaking sound and the footsteps suddenly stopped. I then heard them start again but they weren't walking around anymore but instead they were now heading towards the door.

I heard the door handle start to turn so I quickly hid in another room which had no door. The room was completely empty. I heard a door open so I didn't have any time to find a different room. I hid in a corner that couldn't be seen if someone just looked in the room from the outside. I heard more footsteps heading towards me. Then I heard a male voice shout out "IT'S JUST A WAVE!” The person kept repeating this. Then I heard that person start running directly towards me.

Then a person dives into the room I’m in while still repeating that. They land face first onto the floor in the middle of the room. When he hit the floor he didn't move or make a sound. I saw that it was the pope and this freaked me out a little. I stayed there for about a minute or so until I decided I had to get out of here. I snuck out of the room and back down the stairs. I walked into the kitchen and I saw 4 women ghost sitting on the floor, looking away from me.

I turned around and started to run. I tried to find a way out of this house but I couldn't find a way out. One of the ghost women popped up about a meter away from me. I stopped running. The ghost said "Where do you think you're going?" Without think I started to chant something and she disappears with a short scream. I start running again but then another one appears and it does the same thing again. I start chanting something again and she disappears as well. This happens a few more times before the dream ends.

1st April 2013

Sleep - 12:10am
Wake ups - 5:26am
Finial wake up - 9:10am

I am installing a new carpet into a spare room in my house. The floor was stripped down until it was only wooden planks that supported the floor. I needed to lay down a thin layer of wood along every third plank. I started counting them but every time I touched every third plank it made a hole where I touched it.

2nd April 2013

Sleep - 11:45pm
Wake ups - 9:21am
Finial wake up - 11:10am

I was playing a board game with a couple of friends. It was like 3D Sudoku but you played against the other people on the same board. I don't remember much about how it was actually played. After a short while, Kane said "This is boring, let’s go and play Battlefield." All of us agreed apart from one who just walked off.

Three of us walked into another room and sat down on separate chairs. We all put on these hats that were connected to a small black box. The hats covered most of our heads and our eyes as well. When we all put them on it was like we were teleported into the game. I was on a team that had to defend a school from an invasion by the enemy. After a short period of time the enemy appeared.

We started shooting them but for some reason my gun had no bullets in it and I had no spare ammo. I ran into the building and headed for a stock pile of ammo. As I was running down one of the corridors I spotted an enemy who had managed to sneak into the building. I dropped my gun and picked up a plank of wood from a nearby pile of rubble. I chased him into a room with only one way in and out. I walked up to him and hit him with the plank of wood. He vanished in a puff of smoke.

I heard something behind me so I quickly turned around a swung the wood at the person standing there. At the last moment I realised that it was a teammate and I managed to stop swinging the plank of wood at him just in time. He didn't even flinch and told me that we had won this battle.

There I was on a rooftop (a flat rooftop terrace together with a bunch of other people searching through the chimneys for God knows what, when one of the DCs (a servant girl) asked me,

"I beg your pardon, madam, but is it in London already?"
Me: "What?"
Her: "The plague? We are under lockdown here, madam, because of it."

I think she meant quarantine - which in hindsight is of course nonsense given the fact that I had just come from London and here I was, but my dreaming self actually did not noice that. I started denying it:

Me: "No, it is not. You got the plague here?!" When suddenly I remembered otherwise "Actually, yes, yes, it is." Moreover, I in that moment realized that I most likely had it.

However, out of some reason I was not too upset about that in the dream, and in fact part of me thought this could be an advantage somehow. How? Would it help in our search for bird nests? For Santa? For thiefs? Or whatever it was that we were looking for in those chimneys?!

Thos was a very vivid scene, complete with British accents and all.

I was in a weird building. I do not remember scenery clearly but it
looked like school. I was talking with my friend and man in our age.
Cause his request we were looking for suitcase. I do not remember what we were
doing but at last we've found this suitcase. After that all goes crazy.
I was lucky because that man had a partner who looked like mafia boss(he
was fat for example,his hair was gray etc. that's obvious I'm describing
like it looks like in films). That man(I've just known it) rang to him and
told him to kill me because I know too much. :P He answered "That's your job."
Meanwhile he was passing next to my room(doors were open). I hid somehow and
after he's gone I started run. I've rampaged on this man and started fight like
with boss almost every CoD series or another low schematic game.
I've killed him when he almost killed me :E just before that he covered my
legs and I couldn't escape(muscles in body get harder immediatly) from his
"grab" so I started to crawl to the cover. After few second(I was still
crawling) my friend got mad (I was talking about him in the first line).
He tooked that "man" pistol (yeah I didn't take it after fight that was
pretty stupid :]) and started shooting to everything. In a short delay he
marked me I couldn't escape because of that man... I got few bullets into
back and... I do not remember what happened next. I guess it was end of dream
or I do not know how to call that in english. It's like when you wake up but
are still in dream. Maybe "false awaken" ? x)
I hadn't dreams like that before. I remember I've always got a dreams about sex O_o or nightmares which made me "lucid" in a dream. ( I love when I've got an nightmare and I've become lucidity. That monster/people/plants/everythings' shocked expression. Like their running away. Like everything is going in a right way).

Dream recall from today's naps.

Nap #1(fragment):

Can't recall much, but there was something related to plants.

Nap #2:
Dream 1(fragment):

There was some kind of challenge where one should manage to go through a bunch of various traps on platforms over the spike pit. Judge, me, and some other dude were on the side of the pit. Dude was about to jump but the judge stopped him and said that he's disqualified, when he asked why, judge said that's because he was partly a dragon apparently, and that's not allowed. Dude was disappointed and left. I was the next to do it and i got some kind of list with rules and it was indeed saying that nothing dragon related was allowed. I was annoyed and i became lucid from that somehow, realizing that i am dreaming, i activate my wings and feel them, i want to look at them but my field of view gets all weird, i do an flip in the air towards the judge and then yell "So what now?", 'What you do now?". He stares at me like an NPC who is not programmed to do something in that situation. Shortly my field of view gets even weirder and dream fades out.
I wake up but the room is different, though before i can do anything i wake up for real.
I decide to try DEILDing from there but i drop into unconsciousness.

Dream 2(fragments):

I was playing some kind of game where i controlled some cartoonish character, there ere a number of levels coming along the huge zeppelin of come company, then later there was cartoonish child that had to be escorted through levels. Then finally there was a level on the Zeppelin itself, there was another child that was enemy and he tried to confuse me about which child is correct, he was successful and i attacked wrong one, it went berserk and was all red, and was attacking back like crazy, as result character that i was controlling fell from the Zeppelin, on the ground i eventually found the correct child and finished the mission. Dream skips.
I was near some house that was built in the center of graveyard, there were lots of policemen and i apparently didn't wanted to be caught or something. There was also one friendly policewoman, i explained something to her and she helped me to get through. On the graveyard, i started dropping tons of money all over the place, while saying something about donation( ). Everyone started collecting it and then dream ended.

I am lying naked in bed next to some man. (not at all sexual) I feel self conscious and try to cover myself as much as possible. The man makes not effort and I avert my eyes. I attach what looks like earbuds to my nutsack. I use the left one and he uses the right one. The line goes to some clunky handheld box with a touchscreen. There are several audio readouts. He points to each one.
"Cellphone, Radio signal, An SD card, Oh here's one." He touches what looks like a voice recording. The voice says, "SUSPECT!" in a deep rumbling voice.

I think how odd we got a radio signal from our nutsacks. But the man was looking for EVP and he asks the voice, "Why did you says suspect? It is because we a lying here like this.
The voice replies now in a typical creepy EVP sort of way. "HELLS. YES."

I become frightened and tell the man that I don't want to talk to it anymore and I run away.

WTF?

I had another short dream that I was working at Wal-Mart. I keep entering my employee number from my real job in price scan machine but it never works for me.

I'm pretty sure I had a lucid after a brief WBTB using MILD but I just can't remember it.

Was lucid Saturday...something involving a theme park, and this stripper chick I dated once.

Today I had a few frags. I remember talking to my brother about bowling. We were having a conversation about bowling not being a sport until a person who is really good at it does it.

I am in an old apartment, the one we lived in when I was in high school. I dream that I have 3 pet hamsters. I only meant to buy 2, and the 3rd one is very small and snuck in with the others. They're very bitey and nip at my fingers whenever I try to handle them. 2 are typical "golden" hamsters, and one is a mottled tortoise shell color. I have placed them in a cage I purchased, but the cage seems to have come without doors, so they simply keep crawling out of the cage. I finally locate the door for the cage, but it's very dented and doesn't close properly. In addition to this, the cage has little "windows" (gaps in the bars) and they just squeeze out through there. I'm worried since I don't want a hamster population explosion in the apartment complex.

I wake up. I try to WILD but the kids next door are being super loud, which is obnoxious since it's about 7:00 in the morning.

I am in a Dwarven city. I am incorporeal, simply watching the dream. The city is a network of underground tunnels, many of them lined with thousands of polished gemstones that reflect the torch light. The gemstones become more numerous and precious in the tunnels that lead to the houses of the wealthier citizens. There are also a few Hobbits who live here. Many of the tunnels converge in caverns, which have shops and restaurants and markets.

I follow a character who's a hobbit. He's supposed to be an idiot. He's running around inside of the dwarf tunnels frantically looking for someone. There are areas of the complex that are specifically off-limits to him because he caused so much trouble... specifically the home of a very wealthy hobbit whom he caused a lot of grief. He's running around and being disruptive again.

Dream shifts - either it's a new dream or there's a huge break in the narrative. 2 men are trying to canoe across a freezing cold lake. For some reason, they're naked. The canoe tips and they end up falling into the lake, which is super cold. One of the guys tips the canoe back over and the water inside instantly freezes. He climbs into the canoe and starts digging the ice out of it with a shovel. The other guy is still treading water in the lake, complaining about the cold; the guy in the canoe tells him to wait and take deep breaths, he's trying to empty the canoe out.

Mikasan, here is approximately half of an answer to "what was the treasure" for you. This dream was definitely non-lucid, but it looks like the Dwarves still had my treasure map... haha. Apparently, the treasure was a cure for a rare disease:

Scene shift... 2 Dwarves are searching for something that seems very important to them. They have a map. One of them looks like Lokmin, from a prior lucid dream. What they're searching for is apparently a huge cliff above a lake... there was supposed to be an inscription on it, but the stones have eroded and fallen into the lake. They have to fish the stones out of the lake and try to piece them back into place. The portions of the inscription that they can make out alludes to some kind of cure for a disease... something about "the king was the single one I could cure". They need to know what the cure was, which the inscription is supposed to talk about, if they can find the pieces. While Lokmin is dangling from the cliff face, one of the pieces crumbles and falls on top of him (it would have weighed several hundred pounds) and he tumbles into the lake with the slab of stone.

I never went lucid or found out what the cure was. I hope poor Lokmin's alright!

very interesting dream phenomena tonight. slept from about 12 pm to 9:30 am and had normal dreams, was awake for about half an hour, and fell back asleep from 10 - 11 am which is when the interesting stuff started...

midnight - 9:30 am

i was looking at clothes in a large department store. i wanted to buy a dress. the dresses i wanted (one black dress and one light blue dress with dark turquoise polka dots) were in the children's section, but i figured i could fit into them anyway since i'm petite.

the next dream began in my grade 9 drama classroom. i was talking to an attractive girl with long black hair and pale skin. i believe her name was nadia and i understood that she was russian. i felt intense feelings of love and tenderness for her. there was a bed in the classroom, and we wanted to sleep together, but we were afraid other people would see and judge us. at some point the classroom morphed into a bedroom. i remember nothing else.

10-11 am

hypnagogia

after a short period of wakefulness i lay back down in bed and shifted into a half-aware state. i was still environmentally oriented - i opened my eyes a few times to see my bedroom as it normally is - but i was experiencing the involuntary associative thought that accompanies the hypnagogic state. generally i enter directly into sleep shortly after experiencing this "hypnagogic thought" but in this case it was not so. i began to have what i now realize were auditory hallucinations. at first i believed i was listening to a podcast on my laptop, which i often do before falling asleep. the audio was very distinct and i could identify the different people's voices although i was not able to make out the content of their speech (it was a little quiet.) then music began to play: specifically, the songs neutral milk hotel - oh comely and the gerbils - glue. i remember being puzzled about how these songs were playing without me interacting w/ the laptop but i believed they were not hallucinations because the audio was so clear and the songs were so perfectly reproduced -- and after all, i was not dreaming!

i am able to tell that this was a hypnagogic state and not a dream of being in bed because at one point my roommate knocked on my door to tell me that she was leaving for school -- this occured at the appropriate time (around quarter after ten) & i responded appropriately. during the time that the hallucinatory music was playing i decided i should try to get to sleep and so i used some basic relaxation techniques (relaxing the body from the toes to the head).

dreams

the relaxation technique fades into a dream wherein i am sliding down the stairs to the basement of the old townhouse. i repeat this a few times. i am aware that this is a dream and i believe that sliding down the stairs will metaphorically allow me to 'slide' deeper into the dream state as well as 'lower' me into a state of sexual disinhibition. it seems to do both.

i enter into a dream where... well, in the interests of full disclosure, i am an underage (~12-13 y/o) girl partaking in various sex acts with a nondescript college-age boy. the perspective is quite interesting here: i am watching the dream unfold in third person, but i am experiencing the sensations that my dream-self would experience in the depicted situation. i am able to control the dream by willing certain situations to happen.

my dream-self has red hair with bangs and pigtails and green eyes. her outfit changes many times over the course of the dream. the male character has short black hair and glasses; he is tall and thin. the dream varies between realism and an anime-esque style (i very rarely dream in a non-realistic style; i can probably count the number of such dreams i've had on one hand.)

this dream is divided into multiple different scenes. each scene begins with me meeting the boy in his college classroom (large and crowded, with metal walls; he sat near the door) at the end of class. we have to be discreet, as i am underage. after we leave the classroom, the sexual activities ensue. a full description of everything that transpired in this dream would be frankly pornographic, and i have no need to write it all down here as i'll be able to remember it without epistolary assistance. what's important about these scenes is that the sexual sensations i experienced in the dream are far, far more intense than anything i have ever experienced in waking life. i attribute this to a release phenomenon engendered by the downregulation of activity in certain brain structures during REM sleep which causes disinhibition and consequent overexcitation in various other areas; there could also be a psychological component to it. nonetheless it never fails to amaze me when i experience it.

after many "scenes" the sexual dream ends, along with the lucidity. i find myself in a washroom stall, and there is a copy of a manga that contains illustrations of the previous dream on the floor. i am afraid that other people using the washroom will see it on the floor and think i am perverted. i try to find somewhere to hide it but i cannot. later i am wandering through a dark maze of strangely-proportioned washroom stalls, trying to find a normal one: i understand that they are all weirdly shaped because i am in germany.

at some point i find myself atop a large warp pipe from the mario series. i am in the middle of a great sea and i can see a small island close to me. the colours here are somewhat muted/desaturated but still quite pleasing to the eye. i go to the island, which is very small and covered in yellow-brown dead grass; there is a quaint stone hut with a thatched roof here, where there lives a young woman with long blonde hair and a weathered but beautiful face. she wears a simple cotton gown. i gather blackberries and other fruits with her in front of the hut; i understand from the local flora that i am in scandinavia. i also understand that i am inside of the video game animal crossing.

my perspective later becomes detached -- moreso playing a video game than being inside of it. it gets dark and the sea becomes stormy. i understand that the woman is the "lifeguard" of the sea and i decide to drown her as an ironic joke. i pick her up through the game's interface and drop her in the sea, but she will not drown. i do not remember anything else.

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a lot to analyze here, but i'm far too lazy. it was a pleasant experience nonetheless.

Dream 1(fragment):

I recall helping someone with lucid dreaming, again.

Dream 2(fragment):

I was doing something on my PC then i was distracted by some important business. After i've done it there was some lego stuff and then there was a movie. At the end of the movie main hero with pistol was threatening to kill some corrupted politician dude unless that dude goes to live in the jungle.

Before bed: exhausting cooking and late staying guests

Total sleep time: 7 hrs

Dream recall method: two keywords noted

Fragment1: I was in a building in one of the rooms there was an improvised fitness center. I was considering whether to enroll but it was somewhat expensive, 11 per session. I think I agreed to give it a try and started doing some exercises. I really enjoyed moving around.

Fragment2[important feeling] Somewhere on the way between grandma's place and our old home. I am looking at the the cars passing by. Next to me is my dad, who has a strangely honest moment. He is sharing the contents of his heart, his innermost dreams. He tells me that he craves to one day get to an astonishing knowledge, this knowledge would be completely true and valid, yet so totally different from anything we know, unimaginable knowledge. I compare it then to the knowledge a more advanced civilization would give us.

woke up, decided to try some WBTB, but was asleep too fast, had two pretty vivid dreams though, one very close to lucid

Dream3 [very vivid]: I was at my parents's yard, it was dark. My mom was there, a large white rabbit came to us. We were trying to interact with it, but it was a bit stubborn, reminded me of a rabbit I had for a while when I was very young. My mom was forcefully grabbing it, surely causing it some pain, and it ran away. I felt bad for the rabbit and tried to call it back. It came back to me, and kind of like pressed itself strongly against me, seeking comfort.

Dream4[very vivid, lucid-like]: I just remember finding myself staring at some kind of a yard, where there was a workshop. It felt as if I am lucid, and I had a moment of deep realization of something, I just suddenly understood it, everything (regarding something) made perfect sense to me. As I was watching the yard, I remembered my great grandpa's wood processing workshop, remembering some past memories that belong to me with great clarity and understanding. I noticed the little pieces of saw dust on the table of the workshop. [those memories felt very real, more than usual fake dream memories, yet my great grandpa had been a tailor, never met him]

Fragment5: I was in a bus with my grandma2, she got off the bus, but left her bag and eye glasses on the seat. I rushed to gather all her things before the driver closes the door. I told him to wait for me to get off but he said he can't wait, I grabbed everything and jump rushed out of the bus door.

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Some ideas to try out:
I am still trying to find the optimal amount of awake time for WBTB. I have noticed that during meditation if I do it eyes closed, on some occasions I would drift away too much towards sleep, getting lots of the WILD sensations, HH, sometimes vibrations, and I catch myself falling asleep, feeling my dream body take off/separating. So perhaps instead of WBTB, wake up earlier than usual have a tea, meditate on couch, then lay down to lucid? At least worth a try when nobody is around.

I'm sitting here in my child development class. In reality, today is my first day back from break after a two week period. The classroom is set out a little bit differently than the real one. I was seated right next to the teachers desk along with a few other students. We're waiting for an instructor, a visitor, to come in to the classroom.

I was just about to give a class presentation, but something occurred. The visitor came in a bit later. Upon arriving, they didn't even apologize for their inconvenience. I didn't like her too well. I also do remember a purple blanket and using Blender to texture its body to come out with good results.

The next thing that came up was something a little better. I was now seated next to the classroom exit door, watching what the outside looked like. I noticed I was back at Fairfax Elementary. I always picture the same exact scene whenever I dream of this school. It's my happy place. The only down side was seeing Quynh in this school. She already messed up my views of high school, I was going to let her mess up this one.

There were a couple of children outside walking in a single line towards the assembly room towards the back of the school. I couldn't tell much from their faces but the innocence in them, or at least I hope they were innocent. I'm sort of having no motivation in being a teacher's aide or teacher in this type of criteria but, every time I see children in my dreams in a school like this, I sort of don't want to let this type of career go, despite my difficulties towards speaking in class with other students. I'm not sure what will happen.

This next part was strange. I was playing Hitman Absolution but at the same time, I felt that it was real. I had to make sure I wasn't caught in the act of sneaking through an enemies' residence. This scene reminds me of the Run for Your Life mission. I had so many things to interact with such as stoves, knives, cookies, and buttons.

I slowly made my way through the kitchen. Each room that I passed by had an enemy torturing someone or something else. I didn't pay too much attention to them. At times I thought it'd be cool to sabotage a stove to make gas spread out in the air but I never did.

I find this one quite amusing. xD

04.01.2013

Welcome to Hell (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

A chute opens up in the ground, and I fall down into a pile of other people. We are in a rather small shower/bathroom area that might be found in a locker room. Satan appears and says we are in Hell. He tells us that we are assigned to two particular chores every day: an hour of cleaning a bathroom and three hours of tossing a baby up and down. The catch is that we are not given clocks, so we have to measure the time in our heads. If we go under our required time, we will be punished severely.

I don't believe that this is really Hell, so I walk off and decide not to listen to him. I am gone for a while (with a memory lapse). When I return, everyone is lined up, tossing their babies up and down, up and down. I think that this CAN'T be good for them.

I approach Satan and he asks me why I haven't done my chores. "I'm better than that." I tell him. He decides that I can help him collect some souls instead. He wraps me up in packaging paper and sends me down another chute. I land in someone's kitchen. ((I can somehow see through the paper, even though I'm wrapped from head to toe)). There is a man there, and his young daughter.

I burst from the packaging paper. This scares the man and gives him a heart attack, killing him. A chute opens up beneath both of us, and we end up back in Hell.

I get a sense of deja vu. I learn that my memory lapse from earlier was because Satan had already been using me to collect souls, and he erased my memory of the events.