non-lucid

I was walking home from somewhere, at first I was able to walk just fine, but after awhile, I became tired, and I was reduced to crawling. It was as if my limbs would not listen to my brain unless I forced them to. I got tired of not being able to move, so I called a taxi. I asked the taxi driver to take me to the town I live in. we started moving. for the longest time, I just sat there, trying to regain my strength. I watched the buildings turn to trees, and the trees turn to mountains, but I did not realize that this was the incorrect way to my hometown, as I live in a populated area, not in a mountain. I started seeing other cars, like the one we were in. the taxi driver seemed to be distracted by the other cars that looked like his, so he got out some sort of radio and spoke into it, asking the cars to change colors or something like that. Suddenly all the cars were white with a black stripe down the middle, I thought that was strange for all the cars on the road to suddenly look the same, it reminded me that I may have not given him enough info to get to my house. I gave him my address so that he could get back on the right course. This made the taxi driver angry, he hunched over, his eyes turned red, and he got a rather nasty scowl on his face. I thought that this may be because I had given him the wrong info before, but I didnt' have much time to contemplate this, as I fell asleep before I could do much thinking.

I woke on a stone slab in a dark shack in my underwear. I was vaguely aware of my cell phone on my right cheek (not the face). I got up, confused, and I walked out a door with a small amount of light shining through the bottom. Outside, the taxi driver and a young blond girl were outside, sharpening meat hooks

(side note, I have never seen a meat hook before this dream, and I am surprised that this is exactly what they had in the dream.)

"Good morning, Meat." said the taxi driver.

I started running, but I became confused when they didn't immediately chase after me. I turned around and asked about it, but they didn't respond. the girl begun approaching me with a meat hook. Knowing I didn't have cell phone service, (I checked when I was running away) I knew my only option was to disarm her. I visualized what I wanted to do, grab the meat hook in mid swing and take it from her. before I knew it, I had the meat hook. I didn't hesitate. I plunged the hook into her back and yanked toward me, the meat hook embedded into her left, shoulder. I yanked it again, and it came out her chest. She didn't make a sound. I approached the taxi driver slowly, not noticing that the girl had simply disappeared completely. I wasn't sure how I was going to disarm him, he had two meat hooks, one in each hand. A meat hook flew at my head, I caught it. I was slightly confused, the taxi driver was throwing the meat hooks at me? the other meat hook flew at my head, again, I caught it. well, if he wanted to make my job easier, that's his choice. I embedded a meat hook in his skull, he was still alive, and I didn't feel like seeing his skull ripped open, so I embedded the other into his back. he disappeared as wall. I sat on the stone slab again, a bit tired, I rested.

I woke up in the same place, in a different paradigm. instead of the cold, creepy place I was in before, I was in a very nice, warm warm bedroom. the stone slab was now a proper bed, and the shack was a very nice room. the door opened, and the taxi driver poked his head in, I could tell he was no longer malicious. the taxi driver had a drink in hand, "Hey, want a Pepsi?" I said sure, even though I don't like Pepsi, He tossed the glass bottle to me, I caught it in my elbow. when I looked at it, it had changed to a mtn. dew. I set it aside and said, "I'll wake up soon" as I was a bit tired of the dream plane, and was ready to wake up.

I awoke.

Dreamed of being in a supermarket. I had no money so i had to steal some shit. I stuffed all my pockets, both outside and inside full of things. Everything was sticking out. I had a big can of beans or something that was coming out of my open jacket. There where 5 or 6 cash registers. I kept trying to walk past the one most close to the wall. But there was this girl there that kept noticing me. She was to nice to call the cops or something so she said ; "Do you have an ID?" I was like, "No.." "Then you can't go past here!" . Fuck! I walk back and every 5 minutes or so i try again with no success. Eventually i took everything out of my pockets and put it on the conveyer belt.

Eventually i'm somewhere else with Inge. Sitting across her on a lengthy wooden outside dinner table. Inside a building. Talking face to face. I wanted to ask her out so i said let's go midget-golfing !
She was okay with that, and she mentioned she's a Personal Coach.. And because of that is the only reason we are allowed to do midget-golfing without having to pay any money (guess i was still broke)

So we went midget-golfing. This was also inside. She showed her Personal Coach penny to her and the receptionist let us both in without payment. Phew, we got in. And we played midget-golf.
The place looked more like a line in an amusement park or something. But we had clubs and there where holes non-theless. But i don't remember any fancy statues or funny stuff that you see around midget-golfs courts. There where like 20 courts and at about the 7th-10th Inge grabbed her phone and started texting me. I thought it was weird i'm right here. But i let her type out a message and i read it. The first text said something about time. Like : "Are you having a good time. Or time is running out fast i have to go." My reply was : "Time goes fast when ur having fun"
Then she sent me one more text that said "Aus!"
I was like, wtf.. But within seconds i woke up and it was 7 AM. 1 minute later someone knocked on my door to wake me up. How did the dream know i had to wake up? Weird.

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In a nap today, like 1-2 hours. I was with my dad somewhere. Then we where talking about something and out of nowhere Philosopher Stoned from this forum appears. Hah!!
He was a young looking bloke with a medium/heavy build. And he had a white beard. I was a lil intimidated to see him in person.
Wow! I didn't know u lived in holland, and in my own town. That's so weird i said.
Well yea, it's a strange world. I told him something about magic mushrooms but PS was kicking my ass in every debate. I didn't have shit to say lol, and i didn't understand all the words he was using. He was really quite serious , but he laughed at me. I went to the back of the room and left him with my dad. And suddenly PS was gone and only my dad was there.
I asked : "Where did PS go?". And my dad replied : "I'm PS". WTF!!!!! That's not possible. And i started thinking about dreamviews. Could it be that my dad was him all the time luring me into debates. No way my dad is that smart. But maybe.. If he studied behind my back it's possible. Hmm.. Then i said out loud. "No way, this must be a dream. This is impossible." My dad said nothing but stare at me and laugh.. I was mindfucked and confused and in no time i was back in my bed. Only when i felt the texture of my pillow and sheet did i really understand what was going on. Sheize.

Going to bed 1-1:30
Goals: Recall
4:OO I jues tem being in a wooded area and going to sit down on a bench, on the far left side, the benhc basically just a pieceo f wood.

7:OO I rem being at a swimming pool with some random people, im walking around the edge of the pool trying to balance, everyone is actually doing that, its like a race or something, i rem sandra was watching us, there is one point where i stop worrying about the race and just dive in.

The dive takes a long time and feels very wierd, i seem to float in the air for a while before hitting the water, the whole time sandra is yelling that were not suppoesed to dive, when i get in the water i can see that it is only about 4 feet or something but i manage to dive without hurting mysef. I get up and sandra keeps talking about how were not supposed to do that.

Before i dove in, there was a part where we are all walking around a corner of the pool, when we do there are all of these ducks walking in the dirt, there are mostly little grey ducks but there are also some that sem to have just hatched, they actualy look wierd like they have no detail, just little yellow duck shaped things crawling around, i just rem trying to walk trough without stepping on any and telling the others to do the same

8:34 am walking down the street of a strange neighborhood with jessica, we pass a house with a lot of trees, i just realized this dream is mixed with some rpg elelments, it wasnt a neighborhood but instead like a grove, one of the trees starts talking to us and telling us all about the world we are in, the gameworld, telling us the leaders of different factions and stuff.

The tree talks a bout another tree not far to the right that is supposed to be a part of some tribe and its the tree of one or omething like that. He said these people love the tree because it taught them they were all one. I rem the tree was talking as if the other tree was wrong, as we walk away i look at the tree of one, its not much bigger than the other tree and is mostly empty of foliage. I rem saying to jessica that the other tree got it all wrong but the tree of one knows whats going on.

*Flash of getting off a plane or going down and escalator or something, there is a person speeking overhead, there is something i want them to talk about, instead they start talkign about christianity and how this christian band is visiting, when i here this for some reason i completely lose my shit and start hitting the dude in front of me in the head with something, it turned out the dudes in front of me were that band, i knock a like cowboy hat off his head, he turns arounds looking all red, his head bald, he doesnt say anything, dont rem mch else.

Dream - Lucid

I was in a crowd somewhere, when I felt a prodding at my back. I got away from it, because I knew it was someone trying to stab me; they had been at it for a long time. I had no idea who this person was; they had been very elusive. I actually had a scar on my back from where they did stab me once already. I remember mentioning the prodding to someone.

Then, I was in my bed at home. It was nighttime. Someone was laying with me, though I can't remember who. I was laying down, when I felt a sharp stab into my lower back. It had come from the mattress, like the perpetrator was under my bed. I could visualize the puncture in my back; it was small but deep, right on my spine, and was definitely bleeding.

After getting that wrapped up and doctored a little, I remember running my hand across my lower back. I could feel the scar from the previous stabbing, which was only a few inches from where the new injury. It felt like a cigarette burn scar, or something to that effect.

I was then in a crowded room again. I think it was some sort of dance or party. At any rate, I spotted someone at the edge of the room, away from all the others. He was a short Indian or Middle Eastern-looking guy who was about my age. He was holding up a silver metal...something...

And then I saw it. A blade popped out of the top. It was a box cutter. This was the guy who had been stabbing me! I said
"You."
He looked at me. He had had no idea that I had been there watching him for a bit. He took off to run, and I chased him. He tried to go up some stairs and through a door, but I caught him and tried to wrestle the box cutter away from him, and finally succeeded.

~

I was on a school bus with a bunch of other people, heading to some gathering. I remember my boss, her daughter-in-law Shannon, and her grandson Hudson being there. Shannon's blonde hair was much longer than it is now in waking life. Her and Hudson were sitting behind me, and I think my boss was beside me. We were with some other people too, though I can't remember who. My boss wanted me to give Hudson a snack, so I rummaged through a bag to find the snacks. I pulled something out and offered it to him, but he didn't want it. My boss told me to try the Cheerios. I found the bag of Cheerios, but there were only like 7 or 8 Cheerios in the bag. I started to give them to Hudson. He took the first one and said
"This is the best Cheerio!"
I then just handed him the bag.

We were then out of the bus at our destination. It was like we were in a big, open Colosseum with a dirt floor. It was nighttime outside. I feel like we were there to battle something. I remember we had to take a break, but I don't recall what we were doing before and after the break. All I can remember is us huddled in a group talking to one another, probably strategizing. I also remember seeing my boss's shirt, and thinking it might be see-through, hoping it wasn't, and then looking back and seeing that it really wasn't. She was wearing the weirdest clothing; a dark shirt under a grey and white-striped tank top (resembling one of my own in waking life) that was too small for her.

i was at some football stadium with my mom. we were the only people there. my mom sat down. i decided to go look around. i saw a 3d rectangle thing not far from were i was. i walked over and there was a door. so i opened it and walked inside. there a bunch of people in it. i dont remember anything after that.

we just went though sonic and my mom got a huge diet dr.pepper. we were in some trailer park kinda place. my mom was going on about how she loves sonic s dr. pepper. i looked to my right and saw a sonic again. this time it was a trailer house. i said there is no way there is a sonic right there. we walked passed it and i got a glimpse inside and saw a ton of food supplies. then my mom said. your taco is your sandwich. then i woke up

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was in some kind of auditorium, which also felt like a huge, modern church sanctuary. I sat up in a balcony. The balcony curved all the way around the sanctuary, which had an odd shape, like an octagon. Farther to my left there was another balcony over this balcony. The church was well-lit, almost like the inside of a big-box club store like Sam's Club. The place was packed. We were all here watching President Obama give a speech.

President Obama wasn't at the front of the church, on the stage. Instead, he stood on a small podium in the middle of the crowd. But then he was standing on some little platform hooked to the balcony, so that he wad just a bit lower than eye-level with the top of the balcony's barrier.

Obama gave his speech, which was about all the good things he was doing. One of the things had to do with fostering positive relationships between the US and the Middle East. One of the proofs he gave of this was some partnership being formed between Chile and a supposed Middle Eastern country called Rubia.

Now Obama was taking questions from the audience. I raised my hand to ask a question. But a woman off to my left got to ask her question. After she asked her question, Obama may have said, "Okay. Now who has another question?"

The woman had a mic, so I not only raised my hand, but stood up and walked over to the woman so I could get the mic from her. A lot of other people raised their hands to ask questions. I thought for sure one of them would get to ask, rather than me. But my old boss, DR, was sitting off to the girl's left. He said, "Let ----- ask his question first."

So I got the mic. I was walking back to my seat with the mic. In the meantime, Obama was probably answering the first question. His response had something to do with taxes. But then he also mentioned interest. A white man with blonde hair, a blonde mustache, blue eyes, and a trucker cap, asked me, "How does the government make money doing the kind of stuff Obama's talking about?"

I said, "Well, the government makes money through revenue, which is what they call taxes. And then they also make money through charging on debt ..."

The man and I together said, "... which is interest!"

The man now seemed to understand pretty well.

It was now my turn to ask a question. Obama was now up on the balcony, on some maroon-colored steps between two aisles. I was also standing on the steps, a few steps up from Obama. I asked my question. At first the mic was really quiet.

I asked Obama, "You say you're doing a lot of stuff to make relationships positive in the Middle East. But beyond the example you gave with Chile, which is a country in South America, not the US, and Rubia, which I've never heard of before--"

A young, pretty, blonde man wearing a black windbreaker came up to me as if to take the mic away. I flinched away from him. But he made a poking motion at the mic with a thin, pen-like instrument. I saw a little orange light on the mic. I understood that the man just wanted to turn the volume up on the mic. So I let him do so.

With the volume up, I asked Obama, "So there are a lot of countries I can think of in the Middle East and North Africa. Out of all these countries, when you talk about good relationships with the US --"

The crowd began clapping and cheering loudly.

"-- Where is this?"

Obama seemed like he was about to answer my question. I handed the mic to someone else so they could ask their question. As I did, I thought I'd tell Obama that I was also concerned with Sub-Saharan Africa, although nobody else seemed to care too much.

Dream #2

I was in a car at night, pulling into a parking space before a building. A woman came out and greeted me. She said my hotel was ready. I got out of my car and went up to the hotel room with her. The hotel room was kind of small. It felt like it was a few floors up and inside the building. It felt kind of stuffy.

At some point, perhaps in an elevator, I was -- somehow -- putting myself into a baby's diaper (???). It fit really terribly. I -- somehow -- saw it wedging up into my rear end and sliding halfway off one of my legs. I'm not sure how I did or saw all this, as I was still fully clothed.

I was laying back on the bed, with my arms behind my head, looking up at the ceiling. The woman told me, "Well, then, I'll give you a call and let you know what I can do about your request."

I was kind of surprised by the woman's statement. I didn't remember asking her anything. But I figured I could have been experiencing missing time. So I asked the woman (as if I thought this was a clever way to hide the fact I didn't know what she was talking about), "Sometimes I have trouble remembering the things I just said. Could you tell me what I asked you?"

The woman, standing in the doorway, said, "Sure. You said you were a little disappointed with this room. You had made a reservation for something different. So you asked me if I could find you a more 'high-performance' room."

I remembered having made a reservation for something bigger. In fact, in my mind's eye, I had the view of something more like a small townhouse. And here I was in this dinky, little hotel room. So I guess I was disappointed.

I told the woman, "Thanks. That sounds right. Just give me a call when you figure out where I can be moved."

The woman left the room. I stood up. I walked out of the bedroom and into a second room (???). This room was like another bedroom. But it was totally dark. I walked through the room and into a bathroom. I turned on the lights.

I looked at myself in the mirror. I was naked except for a pair of panties over a pair of diapers (???). I took off the panties. The diapers had a yellow and blue color scheme. There was something like a Mickey Mouse pattern on them. They seemed a bit loose and baggy on me.

I thought I should probably go to the bathroom in my diaper and change it before the woman called me. But I also thought that I'd wait until the woman came back before I changed back into my clothes, so I could see how she'd react to me in just a diaper.

So I walked back to my bedroom. I was kind of surprised. I thought the woman would have called me by now to let me know if I could get moved into a "high-performance" hotel room. I thought it would have been pretty immediate. I was wondering if she had gone to look at all.

Now I thought maybe there were secret cameras in my room. Maybe the woman was watching me walk around like this. Maybe she thought she would wait until I was fully dressed before she got in contact with me.

But I also thought that maybe there was something wrong with my credit card. Maybe there wasn't enough money on my card to charge a different room for all the nights I wanted to stay. I thought that was possible.

Dream #3

I was in a living room, laying on the couch. I was possibly getting ready to play a video game. My mom came in and asked me, "So did you finish that accounting stuff?"

I knew what my mom was talking about. In another room there was a computer system that looked a lot like a video game system. The screen had a bunch of red numbers on it. I had to do accounting with all these numbers. It was a real pain in the neck. But I knew I hadn't done it, and that I should just do it.

I sighed in annoyance and stood up. My mom, a little taken aback at my annoyance said, "Well, you don't have to do it right now, if you'd rather relax."

I said, "Nah... f**k it," and shrugge my shoulders.

I went into the room and set up the system. Apparently I controlled the accounting system by using Super Nintendo joysticks.

The scene kind of faded into me standing at the right end of a huge flat-screen TV. The TV had a really glossy surface. The screen must have been a few meters tall. My mom, sister, and maybe a couple other family members stood in front of the screen.

I watched the screen from my side view. At first it scrolled through all the red numbers that were part of the accounting system. Then it shifted to some kind of video game, like a racing game.

My family started talking about the game, how fun it was to play. Suddenly I was standing in front of the video game, playing it. It was like a racing game. It was set in the mountains, and you raced things like mini-hovercrafts. It was kind of like F-Zero for Super Nintendo, except all the figures were really small. The graphics were sometimes more like 8-bit graphics.

Now I was suddenly in the game, on the hovercraft, racing around as Claus Valca, my avatar for the DV website. The view was now like reality, not like video games. I remembered some words of wisdom a really beautiful and busty woman in a maroon-and-black, Victorian-style dress had given me about safety.

I came around a curve in the road. I was driving the wrong way. A bunch of Indy cars came driving around the curve. But they were all invisible. I could only see very faint phantoms of them as they got very close to me. A few of them actually hit me. It didn't hurt me very much. But I knew if too many hit me, my vehicle would be damaged. So I pulled off to the side of the road to let all the invisible Indy cars pass.

Off to the left of the shoulder of the road was a small cliff that led down to a wide, green valley. I drove along the shoulder of the road for a bit, then, possibly accidentally, drifted off the cliff.

I descended quickly toward the valley. I found the valley really beautiful, and I really wanted to see it, although I was pretty sure I'd die if I hit the ground at this speed. I even commented to my family on the beauty of the scene, as if I were still standing somewhere with them, playing the video game.

Then, suddenly, a huge cushion of air propelled me up from the valley. The valley sunk below me, and the air rushed all around me. I felt very elated. I even shouted out with happiness. The view was incredible from this height. I may even have wondered whether I was having an out-of-body experience.

Dream #4

I walked into the living room of "my family's house." The room was really big, and only one side of it was lit. The room seemed to be divided in half by a blue couch. There didn't seem to be much stuff at all on the dark side of the room, in front of the couch. Directly behind the couch there was a table, or maybe an air hockey table, covered and cluttered with all kinds of stuff, a total mess.

My mom sat on the couch, kind of sideways, her left arm resting against the top of the back end of the couch. My brother and sister may have been somewhere as well. It was like I was here, visiting for the holidays. My mom's mom came to visit and drop off some food for me for Christmas.

I was curious as to how this would all turn out. As far as I knew, my mom and grandma were no longer talking with each other. But my grandmother was here, right in front of the couch, as if she were talking with my mom, as I came into the living room. Now that I was here, my grandma could leave. She said something to my mom then headed for the door, which was behind the couch.

My mom didn't seem to be answering my grandma at all. I was a little upset at my mom for not talking to my grandma. But I needed to catch my grandma before she left the house. I headed for the door.

As I reached the door -- my grandma already stood half in and half out -- I looked at the table. Amid all the mess were two containers of food. One was a clear, cylindrical container of some kind of green food, like a casserole made out of spinach. The other container had some kind of fruit stuff in it. Both containers, even though they'd only been on the table a few moments, were all messy and gross.

My mom finally spoke to my grandma. She said something completely irrelevant to what my grandma had said. She said something kind of weird that was supposed to prove she was taking care of something very business-like with my oldest nephew or all my nephews.

My grandma didn't respond to my mom. My grandma was wearing a blue, cotton dress with tiny, white, paisley designs on it. The collar may have been a bit elastic, slightly bunchy. The sleeves may have been the same. My grandma also wore eyeglasses that looked extremely clean, but also very, very thick. My grandma alos looked a bit younger than IWL.

My grandma said, "Well, -----, Merry Christmas. I'm glad I got to see you. And I love you." And now she was leaving. I felt terrible that I only got to see my grandma for this very short amount of time. And I really didn't even get to speak to her!

Dream #5

I was walking in front of "the New York Public Library," even though the building looked more like the Metropolitan Museum of Art, out on a wide, cobblestone walkway, like where Trinity Church and the Public Library are in Boston. There were a lot of makeshift stands outside, selling all kinds of art and souvenirs.

There were a lot of women heading toward the library. I heard a couple women talking behind me. One of them said, "Yeah, I'm only coming to the library because they're having that speech for lesbian empowerment."

I wondered about the event the woman was talking about. I was hoping it wouldn't be too big. It could make getting around in the library a huge chore, with all kinds of crowds of people in there.

only what i remember is..

i was in work .. a restaurant i guess , and there were a guy black from jamaica.. and his friend from jamaica to...

so what happened is.. there was a cook guy from albania and anytime he talk to the jamaica guy he talks to loudly to him so friend of that jamaica guy said to him hey why u talk loudly to him all the time etc... the albana guy was talking to the phone that moment.. and had a small knife with him... then that friend of jamaica told him WHY U SPEAK SO LOUDLY TO THIS MAN U MUFCKA then the alban guy got MAD finished the call and idk why the fuck he knifed my feet alitle with like 2 scratches lol and then runned to catch the guy from jamaica and his friend ... i runned down to warehouse room there was a shortcut lol.. in RL there is not.. actually it is alitle cus u give the plates to ppl with food its like window .. so the waitress takes em.. i jumped from there inside and climbed upside and tld to em dont go there they kniveing ;D... so i went outside... then next dream was i was somewhere i tottallly forgot and da came and wanted something.. then i woke up in real life and i see my dad telling me Hey u gotta.. goo ... grrr. i sleept back.


next dream i remember is with my bro.. dad , and myself..
litle weird but it was like i was in my home in Cyprus... and i was laying with my bro and watching TV.. then my mom came and she had too blonde hair i was so suprized lol my bro says u loook more than beautifull now etc... then we skipped watching TV and my bro started a conversation with my mom again and i had to go to WORK ! it was like 4:30 pm / 16:30 and i had to be in the work at 5:30 pm / 17:30 and i told to my bro man i must go to work and he was keeping asking me.. why u have to go to work and i told him directly i have to go to work at 16:30 and i have to be there at 17:30 after 0.420 sec i wokeu p CUS MY ALARM rings !

so krazy =D

thanks for watching

Gordon Ramsey
I am living in New York City with my mother and my sister. We're on a stage meeting Gordon Ramsey. It's either before or after a show or something. There are only a few people around and there is no audience. Gordon mentions that it is interesting that we all three live together. I point out that I moved to New York first and that my sister later moved out here and lastly my mother moved. I felt it was important to know that I moved out on my own, independantly. Somehow it made me feel better thinking he would consider me a stronger person.

Mountain Goblins
My sister, a faceless person and myself are running down a big sledding mountain in winter. We're being chased by some kind of goblin things. I'm carrying a small baby in my arms. As the goblins get close, I reach back with a wooden bow and sweep their legs out from under them to slow them down. I worry that it won't work when i try it, but I get excited when it works. It works every time but the goblin things are catching up with us. I find a steep cliff/ravine that will be dangerous and slippery to climb down in the winter. I hollar to the others and tell them the goblins can't follow us if we go this way. "It's too steep for them to climb!" We start to decend down the jagged rockface.

Fragment 1
Bruce Lee did his patented side kick to a guy in a wrestling ring. It went in slow-motion.

Fragment 2
I was making Vimto and I was pouring water into it. It was full to the brim but then it all turned to ice.

Dream 1
I was playing a Transformers Video Game and I was Armada Optimus Prime facing off against Cybertron Sideways on a bridge with lots of people climbing up the side of the bridge. I was flying to the left and shooting him, then to the right. In the end I got bored and Transformed into a truck and drove away.

False Awakening/Side Notes
I woke up and started writing one of the dreams I forgot on DV but I didn't really it was an FA.

I went to sleep at 9pm since I promised my body I would.

[COLOR="red"]Lucid[/COLOR]
[COLOR="blue"]Dream[/COLOR]
[COLOR="silver"]Thoughts[/COLOR]
[COLOR="lightblue"]Hypnagogic
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[COLOR="silver"]This time I tried the "numb" my legs method again, and this time I fell asleep unconsciously.
I will keep trying this weird technique every night, because even if can't stay aware, it felt like I was more aware of my dreams when sleeping on my back.[/COLOR]

[COLOR="blue"]I had some dreams, but I am not going to note my dreams anymore, because I am gonig to try to develop complete natural dream recall, my dreams are gonig to become my memories too! If I don't remember one dream well, then I was not aware of it enough, so I am forcing myself to remember more and to become more aware.

I had one long neverending dream, but it was a really cool dream. I were in my school talking to some friends, and then we went to a lesson called "Lucid dreaming class". In the dream this was completely normal for me and I went in there to meet my teacher. I noticed that I was very tired during the class and I fell asleep, within the dream. I started to dream and I become lucid.[/COLOR] [COLOR="red"]I were standing in my friend's house and I thought "If I want to stabilise this dream I have to do it aggressively and I started to look at every object in the room, but I never stabilised my "Mind" or my other senses.
So this was just a brief moment of lucidity, because I forgot that I was dreaming, although the dream was still very vivid.[/COLOR]
[COLOR="blue"].
I was still dreaming that I was lucid though...
I met my friend and we were going to watch tv and when we opened the door we saw a couple having sex!
We immediatelly closed the door and looked chocked at each other. We then peaked through the keyhole and saw a really beautiful woman with an ugly little man. My friend told me that he wanted to have sex with her so badly and asked me if I could make that happend. And I said "Sure I can make that man go away and you can take his place". So I ran into the room and heard her moaning, and I jumped into the bed and grabbed the man's leg and throw him out of the room haha.
Then my friend went in there and I got out.

Then I woke up inside the classroom again, and thought I was awake. The teacher was giving a lot of wrong information about lucid dreaming and I got angry and protested. The other looked weird at me, but I just ignored them. [/COLOR]

[COLOR="silver"]Then I woke up for real. I am going to keep doing this normal WILD -> DILD style on weekdays. But on weekend I think I am going to do the bullet proof timer method, just to make sure that I can pracctise dream stabilisation every week. The timer method is great although, when you get lucid, you only have some mniutes before you lose it, but when I think about it what differs that from the other lucidity moment I have ^^ ?
But I also want to be a "natural" so the timer method will work as a break from that pracctise.[/COLOR]

21-09-11 Intend on finding Kaomea, which I hope I didn't unless she was one of the saving figures ^^

Though the tone might be laxed, I awoke from both these dreams laced in sweat, in particular the last one was freaky, and as a result I remained awake and typed them out to see I could get rid of the residual terror. First nightmare in 4 years and I get two in a night.

times are GMT +1

Mermaids are Malicious Motherfuckers! Aka “What is with Faeries and power tools?”

00:00 – 02:30

The dream might start out earlier, but one of the first things I recall is walking around with a power drill and small plugs in order to find a suitable spot to put up my mirror. I am still not quite convinced that it is actually necessary to exert the effort and put it up.

Skip

I am watching television with my flatmate or similar and I plug in some headphones and start listening to some music and hug up on the couch a bit. After a while my flatmate gets the hint and leaves my room so I can get some sleep.

I end up not sleeping, but sort of just skip to the next point of awareness where I am just done reading what I am supposed to for the following day. Then I realise that it is quite funny that I have been so skeptical about the whole 22 debate, when I yesterday (which actually happened) came to myself from meditation at 22:22 and was amazed that I hadn't spent more time. That I had just read something about numbers that fit the thread. And all of this started to happen only when I started looking into shared dreaming in terms of psychological approaches.

Anyways the time is just after 4 in the morning and my dad briefly awakes to ask me if I have slept at all, to which I reply I haven't but I am pleased to be done with the reading I am supposed to do. There is a Christmas tree in the middle of the room and on the other side of it there is this guy, played by your average villain (don't think I have ever known his name, but he is quite famous, reminds me a bit of Dennis Leary).

He tells me that he can get me access to quite the number of scientific journals. Which, as I am putting down the stuff I was just using, respectfully decline, simply based on the fact that I haven't got the time to take anything else on at the minute.

Something about my Auntie.

Skip

The next part of the dream includes me walking along with two people, though beings might be more accurate and there might be another actual person, a woman, besides me. The reason beings might be in order is that I think it is two faeries each carrying a power drill.

The first one is “the prober”, who drills into another realm (this realm sort of abide to the laws of the Nevernever, hence my suspicion that I was dealing with faeries) and check if it is safe to pass. The other guy has the drill that will actually open a portal and transport me into the other realm.

The first attempt of the prober results in him almost getting hit by a train, I actually hear the sound of it approaching and the horn it blows to get the faerie out of the way. The faerie tries again a bit to the right of his original spot, but the train is still there, but now he knows where we are supposed to drill in order to achieve “safe” passage.

The other faerie comes up and start drilling into this orange plastic thingy. It “is” cone used for road construction and such, but it looks nothing like it. The drill snaps and the other faerie explains that this is a good sign, it means that we have hit the right spot.

The dream changes character.

I go through and I am underwater, I hear a narrator explaining “you should expect the water there to be very hot” and basically just commenting on my general situation. I talk a bit to myself about how I feel the heat that it is indeed close to boiling point, before I turn around.

Idiots!

They weren't supposed to follow me in this soon, they are going to get themselves in trouble. There are three people there a Danish pop duo, who I have little respect for and a black guy, that might be Lafayette off true blood.

I start waving my hands towards them, but there is something on my hands that closely resembles the function of a cheese grater and I start peeling off think layers off their flesh. I look around and the Mermaids are here, not sure if they were mermaids as such, they didn't have the classic tail, though they lived in water.

A black mermaid is wrapped around the black guy. She is holding the big circular lump of skin that has come off his face, she is sucking and licking it. The black guy is just standing there, I think all of them are under a spell.

I walk into this dome where the two others are suffering similarly, the mermaids just happy that I did the groundwork of flaying them for them. I start fleeing and I am somehow dragging the guys with me. There is now this slow moving hiphop beat and as the black guys starts moving the mermaid is still holding onto the lump of skin. I think she has to let it go though she is sucking and licking it frantically and she joins in the beat adding the lyrics “I am going to go and avenge my brain” indicating that she feels wronged for having to let go of her food.
…................

Ghost Therapist for Psychotic German Sexual/Paternal issues included.

02:30-04:45

Fuck me, getting shivers just starting to describe this. I have these sensations when I am briefly awake from the last dream that it is not only me looking through my own awareness. I shake it off and try and get back to sleep.

The dream starts in some sort of dungeon. We are headed into a dragon's cave, though I don't think I am particularly strong enough to enter. My flatmate might be along with me, though he might first be joining us at a later time. Since I decide I am not strong enough to enter I get some treassure and I say out in general that it is one of the cooler things about Dragons, their decisiveness and willingness to hand out the goods.

The treasure is in a small tin can and contain some rubbish I can't use and some small coins with ex American presidents on them.

The dream then shifts to my flatmate and I talking about these coins and how they are used throughout the game changing from level to level and used for gambling, which means that early stuff currency becomes obsolete over time.

Skip.

I am in living room and I am a therapist. I am working with this guy whom I know is dangerous. He has currently trapped his dad in the toilet for some strange reason. I walk to the kitchen sink at one point and look out the window, it looks like it is daytime. More importantly I get contact with the guy's dad, played by John Malcovitch and asks him how he is holding up. He says he is fine. I ask him if he can manage to stay out on the toilet a while longer, because I think I am close to a breakthrough with his son.

He is fine with that and I tell him that it is fairly impressive, but he shrugs it off and tells me that he has lived with him for a couple of years now so he is used to it.

The dream then shift, it is no longer day time outside and I am now looking at the dream from the psycho's PoV. Across the little kitchen table from me is a woman who is talking to me about my fascination about arranged marriages, because of the sensation of sexual control it provides me. Her hair is orange and she seems played by a rather famous Danish actress.

I tell (well the psycho) her that I am not going to get entrapped into her cheap psycho analytical techniques, but she continues and shortly after snap her fingers, which results in her face and hair colour returning to normal. I shift out of the psycho to a free flowing PoV though I am now the therapist again.

There are screams apparently neighbors or people living in the flat has come to my rescue. I am a young Lars Bom (Danish actor) and I keep repeating the last sentence I said when snapping my fingers and returning to normal. I have a facial expression locked in horror along with blood coming from my ears and mouth. I am lying cramped up in the lap of someone.

The woman I am in the lap off is crying and shouting out that it is too late, that I am already dead. I think she is referring to the demands that the dad be released from the toilet. But then I come to my senses and hug the woman. I get questioned on how I did what I did and I lift up a pillow on the couch where people can see the blood stains. Apparently the stains demonstrate that the whole thing was just a seance I faked with the goal of getting the dad released.

The woman hugs me and I tell her shush shush, “would it help you if I told you I loved you?” I think she agrees to this.

I wake up.

Notes: When reading this I could understand why there isn't much cause for concern, but I am telling you I was bathed in sweat and horror upon waking up from this. Someone or something was there before the finger snapping. The whole pre-dream of not feeling alone in my body could have been a contributing factor. Along the dream I also kept having this sense of being switched or flipped.

September 20, 2011

Fell asleep and dream that I was in my living room with my bro on the couch and my dad on the chair.

Sitting on the floor beside the table I was petting a rat that my dad have gotten me. The rat cough up a red ball which hit the floor while I was petting it. I notice he was trying to give it to me. Holding out my hand he cough up a yellow and blue ball. I pick up the red and lay them near him. He ate them and cough them up onto my hand again.

I said "wow, this rat know tricks. He must be well trained". I spent some of my time petting him and overall he was VERY still. Finally he decided to run to the chair my dad was sitting and run behind him to the other side. My dad casually try to block him but he hop over his hand and went to the bathroom.

I was making my way there but woke up. I can only wonder if the rat was potty trained also.

DJ Log: September 20, 2011 – 7:00AM (USA Eastern)
· NON-DREAM · NOTES · DREAM · LUCID ·

I am riding a small motorcycle through the woods at my parent's old house. The ground is moist and muddy in some places. A strip of dense fog follows the stream through the woods. The air smells like wet dirt and leaves. The motorcycle makes no sound as it moves, other than the sounds of the ground and leaves squishing under the tires.

I arrive at a tree-house that I built and my brother is standing there. He points at an abandoned house near the edge of the woods and says, "We will have to knock this one down. It took on quite a bit of damage during the storm." A couple of the windows are broken out and some of the roof has been torn off.

We walk over to the house and check it out. The first floor is a garage with an old Chevrolet car in it. The second level is missing a wall on one side. There is a lot of junk on the second floor, including some high-voltage transformers and a Tesla coil.

My brother wanders inside to check things out. I look around through the old car to find that there are bees in there. Returning to my motorcycle to retrieve a can of bee spray from the saddle bag, I spray the bees and then open the car door to find even more bees. After spraying all of the bees, I get on a scissor lift and raise myself to the second floor.

I look around for a moment, then look back at the scissor lift. I think that this is strange for a moment, so I push my finger through the palm of my hand and become lucid for a split second before waking up.

As strange as the title is I can guaraantee you the dream was even more strange. However, before I get to that: some side notes.

Sixth DJ entry on dream views. As for my regular DJ, I have entries scattered all over the place (computer, iPhone, notebook, etc.) I'll organize it all at some point perhaps.

Insomnia is still gone so I'm proud of that, although last night I couldn't really recall any of my dreams. Had a nice sleep though.

Also, as promised, this is my first DJ entry with a visual element to it. So hope you enjoy all the effort I put into my 2 minute sketches.

That's it for news today!

-Cheers!

September 20, 2011 - Looking for Cheerios

Vividness: 8/10
lucid: No.
# of Dreams Recalled: 1 + segments.
Dream Time: 2 hours
Actual Time: 1 hour

Guide:

[-] Lucid
[-] Non - Lucid
[-] DC talk
[-] Notes

Had a nightmarish dream about a nightmare grocery store in a cave giving away free food for a crowd of millions.

Dream

So I'm in this ridiculously scary dream. I just remember it being night-time and extremely dark. I was driving in a car to this event where millions of people gathered to pick up free food at this nightmare grocery store. So as I'm driving along I see emergency vehicles directing traffic around this cave in the ground. It seemed as if there were millions of people. As I'm driving a police officer directs me to a parking lot on the side of where everyone is standing.

When I get out of the car I'm standing in this huge centre with a 100metre tall ceiling. I leave the car behind and try to find a way in to the cave. Since we were underground in this centre, there seemed to be doors on the wall of the centre which people could use to get inside the cave / nightmare grocery store. Walkways surrounded the place and I went on one to try and see if I could get inside from there, however in the end I found it that it was an illusion. The walkways led no where and you would actually need to walk around to the cave entrance to get in.



I walked back the way I came from with the route I took to get to the parking lot. Eventually, I end up in the centre of where everyone is standing and find out I need to jump into the hole in the ground. Most people hesitated to jump because it was a pretty high fall but after a while people jumped in.


The Cave Entrance.

I jump in. The place I'm standing in now looks like an extremely hellish place. The floors were red and rocky. The atmosphere was cold and people inside looked absolutely miserable in the dark environment. However, people stayed. The environment might have sucked but the free food was something everyone came for. Strangely enough, I ended up having a craving for cheerios and I went out on a search to find some.


Imagine this but packed with people and groceries.

I searched for a box of cheerios for a while when I saw one in this room I was standing in. However, as I tried to grab it a mother with her family just stood there looking at me and said, "That is not your box, go find your own." Hungry, I tried to lie about it just grab the box of cheerios. "Uhmm... I'm pretty sure this is mine, I left it here when I went to go look for my shoes."

Worst Excuse Ever.

The woman just looked at me with a strange look on her face. She wasn't buying it. So instead of arguing with her I just decided to give up on that box and find another somewhere else. Eventually, I get to this giant lava pool which was the grocery store's bakery section. I thought to myself, "Ah, they have to have it here. This place is huge!"



I enter the room and see a staff member stocking the shelves of the bakery section which bordered the giant lava pool. "Excuse me," I said, "Do you happen to have cheerios here?"
"No, not here. However you can get them from this room up ahead. The only thing is that you need to go through this life-threatening type puzzle." (sort of like portal with a lot of deadly lasers)

I couldn't believe this. I ended up trying the puzzles but I was to scared that I would die so I went back to talk that guy again. Just as I walk up to him I see a box of cheerios on the shelves. Quickly, I grab the box and few other baked goods and run off.

I walk through this hallway where I see my friends from school. They start talking to me about how much food they have eaten. I just see P.K. standing there with all this food in his hand and I start laughing at how much of a pig he is. (He's a pig in real life too, just can't gain any weight for some reason). M.C. starts talking to me, "Hey did you hear about this kid who had to go to hospital?"
"No. What happened?"
"Well apparently, there was this kid who had to go to hospital because he ate too much and insisted his parents that he was fine and should eat more."
When I heard that I became a bit shocked and stopped eating.

Finally, I leave my friends and head out of the cave with the cheerios box. I walk out of the cave and see that something had happened outside but my dream ended before I could see what was actually going on.

Unfortunately for me, a combination of moving =/ and having the typing on my cell phone die has caused me to no the able to record my dreams as well. I tried having a pen and paper next to the bed, but in my sleepy haze between the hours of 2 am and 7am, my hand writing becomes completely unreadable. Below are some brief excerpts to dreams I CAN still remember. I wanted to give justice and remembrances to them since lately my dreams have been incredibly vivid, adventurous, and long. I am hoping that my potential new method of dream recording will work until I get a new phone.

Was inside of a large house at night with Allen. The lighting was dim and it was pitch black outside. Allen and I were somehow stuck inside of the house until morning. I had picked up the horrible talent of being able to see ghost. Unfortunately, the appeared to me in the way that they had died so they looked incredibly terrifying. I don’t want to go into specific details about how they individually died because its really messed up and I would prefer to one day forget this part. Allen and I were going from room to room trying to find a place to lay low for the night. Allen cant see the frightening ghost and so he wraps his arms around me and guides me through the house so that I can cover my eyes. We find this really large, yet cozy in a way bedroom. Its fashioned in the country cottage style with red and yellow accents. When we first walk in we have to hide under a coffee table, I am not sure why but some man we needed to hid from walked in and we waited for him to leave before crawling out from under it. We both sat on the bed feeling a strange since of safety. Then once again a ghost presents itself to me. I burrow my face into Allen’s chest and armpit to not have to look at it. He wraps his arms around me yet again and I explain the horror that in unfolding before me. Allen was strangely comforting throughout this entire dream.


I decided to do some charity work for an organization that dealt with finding cures for people suffering from a blinding eye condition called coloboma. My little brother in waking life suffers from this so I felt a great amount of compassion for the organization. Allen told me that he thought doing charity work was a stupid waste of time and then he sort of just walked off and out of the dream. I was now walking to wherever I was supposed to meet the other people in the organization. I appeared to be in some sort of school soccer field. There were people in white cotton tee shirts standing behind a chain fence. My ex Zac was there. I walked up to him and asked him what he was doing there and he said he was there to help too. I was really excited that I knew someone there so I had an instant friend. Then the dream sort of turned into an adventure. We were going through a sort of obstacle coarse together and although the obstacles had nothing to do with an actual charity work, it was still all in the name of finding a cure for coloboma. We were crawling under low ropes, climbing trees, hopping logs. At one point were were rowing through a rapid river. It was kind of hilarious looking back because even though we were doing incredibly strenuous activities, we managed to hold a light pleasant conversation throughout the entire dream, as if were were just sitting there talking to each other.

FRAGMENT: Cant remember much, just remember that I was having some underwater escapade dream that was very long and exciting. Usually I am unbelievably scared to go underwater so I must have been the furthest from lucid that I could possibly be. The only details that really stick were swimming past a sperm whale, seeing an underwater city deep below me (Atlantis?), and being able to breath, speak, and swim really well under water.

FRAGMENT: I was in some sort of jungle, thick and dense like the Amazon. I was with a bunch of people but I cant remember who. I was wearing one of those funny hats that people wear on African safaris. I think I had a machete that I kept holding straight out ahead of me. I was the leader of the group, thusly I was walking ahead of everyone else and shouting orders back top them. There were jaguars in the trees and large pythons slithering on the ground, yet they were no danger to me…. Sucks because I know that this was a really good long one with a lot of adventure. I wish I would have written it down. =’(