non-lucid

6/04/2019


I'm walking in the countryside and I enter in a forest, I can listen to the birds chirping and the wind and the wind that flows between the leaves of the trees and between my hair.
Then I hear some kids laughing and after a wile I see them playing in a glade among the trees, there are two boys and a girl, running near an old church.
I'm curious about that building because it's very old and mysterious, but I don't want to interrupt the kids so I decide to wait until they go away.
When the kids run away into the woods I enter the church and I find a small camp where two very small people live, they are so tiny that I can hold them in my hand. The first one I see is fat man with a rat tail sleeping on the ground, then on the other side of the church I see a little girl hiding behind a column, she is young and extremely pale with long, straight and white hair.
I don't want to scare her so I keep my distance and greet her with my hand, after that she seems to feel more confident and approaches me, I ask for her name and she answers me(I don't remember what she said), then we start talking.
After a few exchanges I ask her if she can give me some advice on how to have a lucid dream, she tells my something but unfortunately I can't remember anything of what she said.

Now I'm boarding at the nuns where I live and again I'm talking with the litte girl, we are becoming friend when a nun arrives and seeing what was happening remains shocked, gets angry with me and tells me that I should never talk to a fairy again because it could be dangerous.




I'm so sad that this dream doesn't turn into a lucid dream, the fairy could have toe me that I was already dreaming, it would have been easier; or maybe she did it but I don't remember.

Date: April/6/2019

This was sort of a false awakening but at some point I thought that I woke up from a nap but then when I really woke up I woke up for real.

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There was also this other part of the dream where I was in my grandpa's house and I was helping clean up the drinks (there were lots of bottles of Shani etc) and plates and bringing them inside and I was complaining about that.

Eventually we exited the house and started walking and there was a bus there and we were trying to run to the bus to be on time. We realize we're in India and we saw an Israeli tourist walking past. We run up to the bus, then.

I was playing a PvP game in GTA Online, but I was the character. We had to stop the enemies from stealing a certain item. We took few casualties and killed a lot of them, yet some still managed to get into their pick-up trucks and escape in the direction of the city. I jumped down the hill I was on (parachuting to the ground) got into a car, and chased after them. Alone, and low on health. Swerving through Los Santos traffic, I found the enemy extraction point. I spotted some of the enemies, so I ran them over. Somehow I managed to run over all 5 of them without getting shot. We won the round. Sadly I woke up before I could read my teammates' reactions.

I dreamt an entire non-existent episode of Miami Vice. At least the beginning and the end. It had Tubbs sneaking into a motel at night (armed with his stubby shotgun), and a ridiculously sappy ending that had me laughing in my sleep.

I found myself on Manhattan island. It was daytime. I ran through the streets, looking for a spot where I could see the Freedom tower. I reached a kind of square with a statue of a chariot in the middle.

22/03/2019

I am on another planet, maybe on Mars, and I am inside of a dome working on something with another girl, there are other domes beyond mine and two people are working in each of them.
Suddenly the planet is destroyed, shattered by something or someone, and we find ourselves flying in the space surrounded by rocks, fortunately our dome isn't damaged and even all the others are safe.
The domes can move in the space with rockets, so we can reunite all the squads and create something like a big spaceship.

Now we are all reunited around a table and there is the captain that is trying to explain what happened and what to do next, but a dont care about what he is saying and I decide to explore the spaceship (somehow there is gravity within it). there is another girl with me and together we explore all the rooms until we arrive in front of a door that is different from all the others and in theory there should be space on the other side, but against every precaution I decide to open it.

We get inside of it and we discover another world, in front of us there is a man that is wearing very extravagant clothes and he tells us that he was waiting for our arrival.
He take us on a flying car without ceiling and he explain that we are on another world where there are a lot of different species of intelligent being who live together and humans here are Gods, so they can do whatever they want, there aren't any kind of rules for us.
I'm shocked, and to verify if this man was telling the truth I put my hand into a wall and I moved them as if they had been in water.
however we can't stay in this world for ever, so we had to go back to our spaceship.

Morning of March 30, 2019. Saturday.

Dream #: 19,094-03. Reading time: 45 sec.



I find myself in a mostly undefined outdoor area in an unknown location seemingly late at night. There is an eerie mood but no discernment of a threat.

Two wheelie bins are present. One is for rubbish and the other for recyclables. Their lids are both open and hanging down. The essence of liminal space is present with a vague association with a beach and ocean fossils (as if I or someone else had put some in the recycle bin to collect), but I do not maintain any coherence on this idea.

The wheelie bin for rubbish, I deliberately speak to from about ten feet away. (It is to the right of the other one in my viewpoint.) I say, “close your lid and roll away,” and it immediately obeys me. I do not feel surprised.

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Control of dreams does not require lucidity. How much intelligence does it take to understand that my conscious self (in waking life) would neither talk to a wheelie been nor expect it to obey? My dream self does not correlate with waking life identity. My dream self responds to the dream state and its processes.

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Date: 29/March/2019

Lucid dream:
My mom first asks me if I want to keep or change my math scores, which of course doesn't make sense. I just did a math test in real life, but in the dream she just asks "Should we keep the scores or change them with another test?" I think she may have been asking me if I was hoping to score higher on the next test.

Then, my mom asks me and Rishi if we want to get frozen yogurt, and we say we do. We go to Sodhi uncle's house and I'm very tired and I am swaying from side to side. My mom explains that I'm only tired like this in dreams, not in real life. I then proceed to think "dreams... only tired in dreams? Wait, am I dreaming?" I pinch my nose and breathe out and find out I am. I am then taken to my bed where I'm lying down, and I do another reality check, I'm still dreaming. I look on the roof and see weird glowing branch things. I want to get up physically and go somewhere, but I am way too tired, I just want to lie down. Anyways, I force myself up from my bed and I do a reality check and now I'm in real life.

Nonlucid dream 1:

I dream that I'm in the office for Hale Education, and Mr Thurston wants to talk to me. He is asking me if I stole some sort of mushroom plant. My dream alternates between me being at the mushroom plant thing and in his office. I start calculating the area of the spread of the mushroom plant as well.

Nonlucid dream 2:

I dream that I'm fighting the Guardian Ape in Sekiro and I'm doing drop attacks on it to fight it, which you obviously can't do. It's lowering its health really quickly.

Dream Fragment:

My dad wanted to get my phone a new screen protector

March/28/2019

Dream 1: I dreamed that I was downstairs in a hotel eating dinner with my family, and then we left. I wasn't wearing shoes so I had to come back for them later, because I was in the car and didn't know we'd be leaving. I was wearing my Birkenstock shoes.

Dream 2: People are coming to school and speaking foreign languages, I try to speak Hebrew with the wrong people and I'm looking for people who speak Hebrew there.

Had 2 lucid dreams and then woke up.

non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening

I live in some ruined temple, like a spirit or ghost, kind of dreamy detachment, not interacting with humans for ages. I am balancing on a swing in a large inner courtyard and singing a song in a traditional Indian style. Then some kind of holy man comes by and sees me. He takes me for a goddess, bows down and worships me. He says my name, something starting with an "S" and kind of long, like Saraswati, but with a couple of "M" in the middle. Slowly I start recalling being this goddess and I feel immensely melancholic, with all the sorrows of the world in my heart. He runs to tell everyone that this goddess is back, thousands come to see me.
But one man or demon doubts that I am immortal or hates me, so he shoots an arrow at me. I feel pain and he takes it as proof that I am no goddess. Then another man throws another arrow, and another and so forth. The pain is unbearable, but I dont feel that I am dying. Then people who stand by my side also start throwing arrows at the attackers and it seems the whole humanity is fighting, until I fall into the ground, more sad than hurt. Then some men and women around me stop shooting arrows and simply take care of protecting me and taking me to a safe place. They take care of me, remove the arrows with so much love and devotion and I feel better again. The man who threw the first arrow is killed and the fight stops. They bring me back to the temple and organize to take care of me and provide me what I need. I have a room, which looks more like a storage room of antiques, filled with ancient treasures, maybe offerings from my devotees. I feel so tired, I just want people to leave me there quietly alone for eons. But people can't just be quiet, they keep coming to visit me, looking for me, wanting to talk to me.. But I'm like a delicate flower, they shouldn't come close, they shouldn't touch me or talk to me. I stay in absolute silence whenever they address me and I finally decide I need to leave again from this human realm. It's too heavy for me. I hide in a moldy wardrobe, they think I am playing hide and seek and eventually take a peak inside. But I am no longer there. I just needed a dark quiet place to slowly float away to another plane. I can see them as if I am still sitting in the wardrobe, but I am nowhere and everywhere, until humanity needs me and deserves me some day. Then I'll reemerge.

Morning of March 26, 2019. Tuesday.

Dream #: 19,090-03. Reading time: 1 min 20 sec.



I enter a second-hand bookstore in La Crosse in late morning, with no recall of my waking life. I am still subliminally aware I am dreaming.

The bookstore represents one from real life from years ago though is oriented differently. The checkout is perpendicular to how it was in real life, though the entrance is in the same location. The young female cashier reminds me of the one from real life, but there is also an unfamiliar man behind the counter.

I am here to retrieve about five of my dream journals. I put them here not to sell but to have for later access but in a bookcase with public access. They are journals in hardcover form from 1995 to 2000; designs I only saw in Australia, yet their presence does not trigger recall of living in Australia.

There are other books I temporarily left here. I walk around the store and pick them out. I have an interest in four similar books of a set that seems to be about the pre-Capetian House of Bourbon (a play on a street name that intersects with our present home). They all feature heads of kings. I take these as well although they are possibly not mine.

I am wary about walking out without saying anything. I think about what I should say about taking my dream journals and other books home, as I am uncertain if the cashiers remember the dream journals are mine. I walk out with no reaction on their part other than a puzzled appearance.

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False “memory” fascinates me in subliminal mode dreams. Another factor that has always interested me is how my dream self, even without dream state awareness, knows how to manipulate dream content without recall of my waking life. Instinctual dreaming typically takes priority over waking life memory.

A checkout is a feature in my dreams since childhood and links to the waking process, indicating that I am leaving the dream state as I would exit a store after looking around.

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Date: March/25/2019

I dreamed at first that I was playing Sekiro and fighting a boss called the "Large Ape" or "monkey" or something, which might have been a boss I had spoiled for me. Anyways, I was fighting it and I got destroyed by a bunch of weird enemies on the way to it.

In another part of the dream, I saw Stephen near the lockers at school and I took a weird picture with him. At other parts of my dream, I was late for school assembly.

I walked into the bathroom to see the entire toilet, from the top part you have to remove to the part where you lift the lid and pee, had been engraved by my roommate like a angry ex keying a car. It said something like "if this room isn't clean, you'll have to get a new roomate" or something

I was in my bed. I woke up to Meme and my roommate's boyfriend having sex. Someone came into the room and asked the boyfriend for shoes which, as he handed them over, hit my face a bit. The person asking for shoes told him 'you're such a libra'. I told him he hit me with a shoe and he apologized. Meme was smiling about something, then she left. I don't remember the dude leaving but he kinda dissapeared

I was in a cavern-like place kinda like in the movie US when the girl was dancing. I was walking back and forth, trading positions with someone I was trying to communicate with. We weren't exactly doing sign language, but we were trying to communicate with wierd hand signals. It seemed like we were trying to communicate something importatnt.

I was a little despondent earlier when I woke, just didn't have a LD. But I decided to jot down dreams a bit anyways. I was getting very short LD moments every 2 days lately and I was so frustrated. I wanted many long fun lucid dreams where I have more awareness! But after I thought about what happend in todays dream maybe it helped me analyze stuff and stuff wasn't so bad.

So I had 2 dreams I think, because I felt uninspired, I only recalled 1 dream in detail.

dream. It was in a classroom setting, I was playing a video game on a laptop. The game was projected onto the big white canvas thing that you roll out, just can't remember what that's called atm XD. I maybe felt a little anxious from my computer actions being watched by others. So I decided to switch to a desktop for some reason. An old desktop, All in one type. This is probably bled over from a week ago, when I went to help my dad tune up his PC a little. So anyways, I tried loading up the game on the desktop but it had trouble installing a video driver... M290 if I recall. So I looked up the video card driver but just couldn't find it or get it to work. The dream then ends.

I was also playing a game last night, so at first glance I thought it was just bled over from that event. But upon closer look maybe the dream was really trying to tell me something.

So the classroom would represent learning I think. Meanwhile the game was the fun thing I was learning in the class (lucid dreaming). The projector could represent that I'm recording the progress online where other's could see, or it could mean something else. Anyways the laptop was newer than the desktop, since it's smaller too, it could mean a new paradigm or the new methods I've been trying that's actually working and progressing well in regards to LD. While the Old desktop could be the old paradigm, beliefs, and old way of doing things that's not working - something like that.And trying to install the driver is like saying, I have the ability to do this like everyone else, but lacking the proper coding stuff to get it working finally. Interestingly the m290, when I googled it showed a 3d printer, so like the desktop's missing the piece to materialize it. It just needs that tiny instruction manual so it can print out tangible physical results.

Thought about it a bit more and the projector could also represent the ability to astral project or something. Saw some posts regarding raduga's technique. And hukhif's new dream journals popping up. Duno just rambling random stuff but oh well. Since with the graphic driver thing, I knew what I needed, but didn't have it, it could mean a technique that I know, but didn't practice. Maybe a message to try Raduga tech again, or learn Gravity RC.

I've been getting interested in the gravity RC lately, never did it since I knew it's a hard tech. And I don't want to get into it half-hearted, if I'm gonna do it I'm gonna master it. Because my daytime mindfulness practice is starting to becoming second nature, I could probably maintain it with minimal effort, and do the Gravity RC. Maybe I'll make a post to ask some questions about the Gravity RC.

For the Raduga tech, since I've been reminded of it randomly on this forum, I thought maybe I could incorporate just a small part of it to my practice. I think the problem with the technique is that you try get into AP/Dream state as you wake up, so you have no time to do dream journalling, and your recall might suffer in the long run. So my thought is that as I wake up, I'd replay the previous dream in my head 2-3 times to ingrain it into my memory, meanwhile trying rolling and other stuff a few times. If it works great, if not then well, it trains prospective memory and that helps with lucid dreaming right?

Those were my thoughts.

I did meditation as always, but had the chance to do it outside, since it finally stopped snowing and there's only traces of snow left. Anyways once I reached the zone, I did the MILD mantras, the new ones I thought of yesterday. I really reallly like these new mantras managed to get me excited today too- they get me real excited and I think that was what was missing in the previous mantras that I tried. Emotion, STRONG emotion or feelings might be the missing key to MILD. It's kind of like creating a anti-trauma or a reverse positive trauma kind of; much like how you'd get a bad trauma that could anchor beliefs into your head, you'd also need a strong emotion to create the opposite. Maybe there's a proper word for this positive trauma - positrauma haha

hmm.. the tuning desktop thing happend a week ago, so perhaps it also indicates current incubation period of 1 week. Who knows?

Summary:
Gravity RC/ Raduga on awakening - maybe experiment stuff
Need strong feelings for most effective MILD and incubation
KEEP UP THE GOOD WORK
Be patient... It's working


READY TO LOOCID DREAM!

non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening

In the future, in an apartheid society where everybody is chip'd and identified wherever it goes. There is a way to clone someone's ID, but to get into some place truly undetected, one has to be really close to the person who has the original ID, so that there aren't records of the same ID in different places.
I am trying to get in or out the city (I think out), which I don't have permission to, so I am wearing a clone ID and I don't want to be detected by the system, so I have to tail this person. To get out of the city, we have to go through the tube of high speed shuttles and I am tailing in a smaller shuttle that also goes undetected, but I have to navigate dangerously close at vertiginous high speed. It's awesome. And the tube is light up with all kinds of neon lights.

I get semi-lucid and the tunnel becomes like a well in which I sink and go through different eras, taking different roles, from princess, to a japanese ghost (like the one from The Ring), but always dancing and just appreciating the details and their beauty.

Nela is staying with us at my mom's. We have to share the bed and I complain to my mom.
Then at my mom's doorstep, lots of neighbors gathering. My aunt and cousins are there to. Then I meet some guy from high school and he invites me to join him to some reunion with our school friends. They all look good except Mara who is bald from cancer treatments and is envying my braids.