non-lucid

3/7-8. 12. 8. Going through a covered walkway. Feels like a line to a ride kind of. I look into a piece of glass, it’s a window, but there’s nothing inside, and see a reflection of Ed, Edd, and Eddy. Edd is talking about something. Then it’s a CoD/ Metal of Honor kind of war training. Something about the gun magazine. Then dodging enemy gunfire.

At Universal Studios. Pass by an old looking part of the park. Sit on a bench. Glee people are there and sing a song (feels like that on vid of the people singing Bad Romance acapella). Then a building falls so I go over to help and dig 2 people out. One is an old man

Fighting Rift baddies. Then I’m on an iTunes-like site and DL Bad Romance. I think about putting my iPod of shuffle so I can hear it

835. In some older looking hotel. Hilarious British skits. In an elevator and when it goes up and stops you jump or something like that. I think a guy was scared so that’s why it was funny. Then in a room with an orange color to it. Some guys that look like Fred and George Weasley are showing me questions from a math test they took. They had the most hilarious answers to the questions. Some answers were so vague that they were right, and some were questions they missed because they had been misread, but were hilarious. Woke up actually laughing

I'm not sure if there was the thumb, but this is pretty much how it looked. Mind you, I was laughing hard at this

I befriended a black man named Bob. At first, he seemed pretty normal… I understood that a number of people I knew on campus had warned me not to associate with him, but I didn’t see what the problem was. He said he would show me his house. Instead of taking me to a residential area, he led me to the shore of the Chicago River where he had a mat of old, hardened newspapers set up under a bridge. I quickly observed that he was homeless. Immediately, I lost interest in the friendship; my positive experiences with homeless individuals were few and far between. I stared at the long since faded ink on the newspapers as I pondered a way to lose Bob. He would follow me if I tried a normal method of escape. I came up with a plan – I would take the train! Since he was homeless, he probably couldn’t pay the train fare. While I finalized the plan in my head, Bob asked me about random people. I didn’t understand his questions, but I soon figured out why – he thought the people were standing there with us! Bob was having serious hallucinations. I was glad I had figured out a way to distance myself from him… That wasn’t the sort of company I needed. When I told Bob I was going to the train station, he said he knew a shortcut. Rather than insist on just walking to the nearest one (the Green Line was only a few blocks away), I gave in and followed him.

The dream jumped. I was in an underground passage, following Bob with next to no idea where we would surface. He stopped me before a ladder and asked if I was sure about going on the train. Something about it frightened him. I insisted on continuing. I needed to get somewhere, I said. Bob started growling to himself in rage, but he cooperated. He had to release at least ten trap doors on the way up. These were intended to lock people out of his secret passage. He complained the whole way up about trains. When we emerged, I was stunned. We were on a train platform. My plan had been completely foiled by Bob’s clever shortcut… Of course he wouldn’t pay the fare – he could just skip the entrance! A quick look around revealed that we were on the Green Line, but a bit further west of the river. I wasn’t going to lose him so easily, it seemed… Surely, he wouldn’t be able to follow me onto a bus to the suburbs. He couldn’t tunnel his way into that one. I got on the next train to arrive and sat down close to the operator in case of an emergency. I still wasn’t sure what to expect from Bob. He took the seat next to me. As soon as the train started moving, he burst into sobs. This drew quite a few stares, but I let him cry. I did my best to seem like I didn’t know the guy. This continued for a few awkward minutes before he calmed down. He asked if I liked his new boots. Confused, I stared at his feet. He was wearing sneakers, not boots. He showed me his hands, and I realized he was supposed to be holding something. He was hallucinating a pair of fine boots.

“Oh… Yeah, they’re very nice,” I said in a kind voice. I came up with some kind of oxymoron to describe them, and he doubled over in laughter. I sensed that he might be on drugs. He was one of those people who don’t breathe when they laugh, so his chuckling was coupled with wheezing noises. Another black man walked up to us during this fit of laughter. He was wearing a baggy, black jacket, baggy jeans, and white sneakers. He was also half-wearing a baseball cap; it looked like it might tumble off his dreadlocks any moment.

“Shut up!” he shouted at Bob. He continued with a stream of vulgar, obscene name-calling before finally calling us both annoying. I tried again to pretend I didn’t know Bob, but the association had been made. I suddenly realized I was blind. It didn’t bother me much for some reason… I focused on what I could hear of the situation. The vulgar man came over to me and put his hand on my head. I’d rather not transcribe verbatim the ultimatum he gave Bob, but in essence, he wanted me to publicly pleasure him, and Bob had ten seconds to convince me to do it. I wasn’t going to have any of this. I teleported to the other end of the next train car over and pressed the emergency assistance button. I could see into the first car from my current position.

“There’s someone dangerous on the train,” I said. The guy stared at me from the first car with wide eyes. He started walking toward the second car.

“Attention, passengers…” an automated voice began over the intercom. “A dangerous customer has been identified. For your safety, lease be watchful for threats to yourself and others as we work toward removal.”

“He’s on the second train car,” I told the operator through the assistance system. The guy was approaching me in long strides. Instead of attacking me as I expected him to, the guy brushed past me on the way to the next car. “Make that the third,” I said. “He’s trying to get away.” The train stopped at the next station, and a bunch of people got off. I kept an eye out for the guy who threatened me and Bob, but I didn’t see him.

Bad recall, because of stress.....

Im talking with S and my mom, and we are planning to go to some cottage with S. Then Im in my room about to leave when my mom gives me some magazines.

This dream has been haunting me for a year and yet though I wished to re-enter the dreamscape, I was unable to do so mainly because I was quite uneducated regarding the Lucid Dreaming. The reason why I post this is because I may conduct a way of lucid induction of the very same dream (through MILD). Words cannot simply describe the emotions that I have experienced during my interaction with this peculiar simulated world, unlike any other dreams that I have ever experienced.

The dream contained 2 specific parts, and yet they were chained without the repulsion of change, which is extremely odd as they conveyed opposite philosophies.

The mountain in which the paradise stood still

The origins of the place I had the honor to visit thanks to my revolving subconscious seemed to lead a root in ancient mythology and rural simplicity. And however what seemed to be a rural dreamscape, with green meaningless fields of grass turned into a vivid green forest, in which I encountered a family of natives (DCs of course). They were interesting and friendly, but what impressed me was mostly was the fact that they could live in the wild forest, needing no cover. Their clothing (an overestimation of course, they were barely clothed) resembled the clothing old Indians used to wear. The men were bulky but with no exaggeration, they carried beards around their faces and yet no mustaches, and even so they we're not vibrating with masculinity but rather ignorance of the reality they lived in. The women were firmly shaped, with wavy hair and in contrast to the males, they were extremely feminine, by the way they would walk or gesticulate. I couldn't help but notice the way both males and females would convey sexual emotion though not in an explicit way, and I could also observe that they did not seem to limit themselves to the opposite gender, and though they would convey that through movements and interaction between them, there was no explicit action related to this topic, from which I could understand that they had the intelligence needed for one to be considered a "modern human being". The innocence they were living in was impressive and so I discovered the end of the forest, a great dark lake leading towards a broken mountain, from which cut I could see great shadowy horrific figures, overshadowing that part of the forest, allowing but a clearing to light the environment. As I have stated before, the feeling I instantly received through simply observing this image was one that I have never felt before, vibrating both bliss and and misery, and so I could only allow myself to kneel in front of it. For a moment, I had to look away, as it was too much to take. Peering again at the pretty postcard landscape, now that I could comprehend more of it, I noticed a ship sailing about, one that resembled the ones old Vikings used to sail with. I began to depart as I was waving to the family, still locked in its innocence, as the ship was taking me far away into the grotesque but peaceful nothingness.

In a moment's revelation, I looked and I could see but the lake, the ship and the stars, a true cosmic projection in space and time, which a moment will reverse, and the lake, and the ship, stood still amid the paradise.

The world that spins the other way

The flow of euphoria vanished and without the image of me landing somewhere, I could see the representation a a dystopia environment but I realized that it was just more than that. I was amid some strange metallic fields, displaying horrible representations of strange entities, from which I could stare at their heads, looking like gas masks, with the exception that these were no masks, they were certainly part of their head, as in the reddish glow of the sky, I could see both flesh and blood. The grass was now vibrating silver gleam and the demonic red of the sky, not to mention the crawling fire around me, showed true suffering. Two thoughts came in my mind: the suffering was useless, meaningless, unlike the wars men has started, I just knew that, no explanation being given. The second thought related my view upon this world: I was embracing it in harmony. Though these horrors moved sarcastically in a metaphysical procedure through me, I was at peace. A building displaying the image of ying-yang though the dark part was replaced by a red colour. More peculiar was my knowledge upon the world, I simply knew there were no cycles of day and night, but one single state, a red state, at which moment, looking in the far distance, an old house was burning in flames. I walked away, swiftly, observing suffering around me, perhaps beings running away to nowhere.

And I woke up.

Commentary:

The states of my mind which allowed me to preview this world were complex, and I hope that one day through lucid meditation, I could re-induce myself in this state of world... and could somehow cultivate more information regarding it.

TL;DR Iammad

The first dream I remember was that my mother had a fatal disease and one day she went out for a walk with her fiancé and her disease took a turn for the worse and I was mourning her death.

The next dream I remember was I that I was looking for places to do course work on a laptop that I had (In reality I don't have a laptop) in the worst possible place. The first place I went to was the theatres. There's a gap in my recall about what exactly happened in the theatres an I remeber leaving the theatres and walking into the parking lot where there is another gap in my recall... but the next place was a public cafeteria and I remember talking to some people there but I don't remember the conversations. In the end I remember somehow completing a whole unit in this dream despite the fact that I visited the worst places for concentration.

The final dream I remember was that I was making guitar fills for different rap songs and Oneironaut was listening to them. I remember making solos for one song and warning him to only play it on half volume because I forgot to equalize it out and the volume of the guitar almost blew the speakers out. A few of the solos were pretty creative, I might actually try writing a few of them. It's kind of funny because one of them had Flying In A Blue Dream by Joe Satriani in it and I usually associate that song with flying in lucid dreams.

I feel like there was one other dream I was quite excited to write down because of it's originality and it was an overall good dream. But obviously it can't be that good if I forgot it all... Hopefully I'll remember it later.

I'm in a High school.It's the beginning of the year. I've switched school districts, the school in this dream is one I'm not familiar with. Just starting 9th grade but it seems I'm still 23. No one seems to notice I'm 23, I'm not surprised though since I can easily pass as being in my late teens. In the class room there is a security camera and a tiny TV with a feed showing the hallway outside as well as larger regular TV. It's a classroom of about 20 or 30 kids. One of the kids pulls some kind prank on the teacher that fools him into going into the hallway. The kid holds a note of to the smaller TV thinking that the teacher in the hallway could see it. I point out that if he wants him to see what's written on the note he has to hold it in front of the camera not the TV. After talking to some people and checking my drivers license and doing some math, the details of which are all quite vague, I determined that I must have stopped aging at 23 and am now 33. At some point I start talking to this cute girl in the class, she is about 14 or 15. I say something about how I look 23 it seems that I'm 33 and I feel like I'm 14 and also discuss my possible immortality. Through our conversation she seems to be interested in me romantically and I think I might feel the same way. I don't notice in the dream that if I was 23 when I last checked and am 33 now that I've lost 10 years worth of memory's. Class lets out for lunch time, I realize that I don't know my way around this school but seems I can intuitively navigate it as well as just follow the crowd. I make it to the lunch room, some other effect that was going to be held there is canceled and some parents are leaving. There is regular lunch food and there are also quite large pineapple upside-down cakes there. I get some cake rather then buying food at the lunch line.

I remembered bits and parts of two dreams when I woke up this morning, but know i remember close to nothing.
In one dream I was dreaming of a band called kaamaaren, wich is a local band that existed i my teenage years. Unfortunately any other details from this dream is now gone. I'll just have to learn to take notes as soon as I wake up. It's weird how memory of dreams so quickly fades.

Autosuggestion definitely works! Last night I woke up 20 minutes before the alarm was about to go off (I had set it to go off around 4 hours after I went to sleep), thanks to my autosuggestion before falling asleep! This was the dream I recorded then:

It was some kind of school contest, a race of some sort perhaps. The thing was that you had to sneak around in some area in and surrounding something that seemed like a castle, that is you had to make sure you were not seen by some kind of robots. You had to retrieve some stuff and then get to the end. My school won with the score of 75, against the second school's 74. I remember a part where you had to climb a huge tower with spiral stairs. After we won, our leader, a girl who was a year younger than me, held a speech. We also had some kind of flag that we waved in celebration. Also, we had our own space in the castle that was just for our class, but it was dark so we placed out torches. Stupid Minecraft, it has ruined my mind...

I also remember that at some point we were going to the contests, and this one guy I really hate was talking about some computer game. I just told him that I had played it before, although I had no idea what he talked about.

After the contest, or towards the end of it all, I went away from the place, alone. Some way from the place was a lake with a few mini islands in it. On one of the islands was a small house/shack, but to get to that island you kind of had to jump on some floating... stuff. I have no idea why, but I went and pushed away the floating stuff. Then suddenly there was an angry man on the island I had just isolated. He just jumped into the water and started coming towards me. Apparently it was pretty shallow.

I also, through autosuggestion, woke up again after another dream later, but I forgot it or fell asleep again before I could write it down. Or maybe it was a false awakening. I'm still not sure. Anyway, remembering one dream per night should be good enough if I want to have some lucid dreams.

I've had sooo many wierd dreams lately, I feel like I'm loosing my mind!
But the dream I'm gonna talk about know is the one I had last Thursday.
I dream't that I was in my room and sitting on my bed, when I feel shards of something in my mouth. I reach in and my teeth toward the back came out! They were huge, like... like dianosaur teeth and brown! About 2 or 3 teeth came out like that and I was so scared and in my dream I remember thinking , " Atleast it's happening now, so I won't dream about it... Then I woke up." Wat the heck?! Is their a meaning?

8th of March 2011, non-lucid, lucid, extra comment

1. I was in Hollywood and was either going in for a casting call or had otherwise already received the role, which was to play Whoopi Goldberg's son in her next film. (Which is very strange as there is no way in hell I could pass for her son) In this film Whoopi is leading a bit of an unstable and stressful life, but things change when she runs into her son, whom she had given up for adoption long ago. Couldn't remember any more than that.

2. Found myself IN the actual DreamViews formums, as I remember no screen or anything else save for a DV Forum, which was way darker the Template I'm looking at as I type this. I had stumbled across a profile page that had a profile picture that looked a lot like one of my neighbours, although the picture was too blurry for me to be absolutely certain. According to her profile she was from the same town, increasing the likelyhood of her actually being my neighbour. I started reading a large (By which I mean absolutely gigantic) blogpost/DJ on her profile. I was awakened by my brother before I could finish reading...

Woop

This dream revolves around a young teenager who through the first part I believe to be my child. It is very ambiguous whether this child is a girl or boy and I'm also awaire that there he/she may have a mental or physical disability. He/She is at the end of a long terrace house, but the whole side has bars. I introduce him/her to my mother and sister and consider to tell my mother that she's at last a grandmother and to my sister that she's an aunty. I am awaire that there are people who want to kill him/her, but by the end though I can't remember what I try to do to prevent this, I do know that he/she is not my child. I go back to where he/she was but the place is now empty.

This dream comes in two parts:

I'm in a courtyard area with some else and we're both sweeping up the courtyard and putting rubbish into bin bags, there is a long building on the edge of the courtyard there's a building with several doors, rather like a long stone stable, we're putting the bags into the nearest stable. I'm awaire that one of my bags has split and there's a computer monitor poking out ready to drop.
Next thing I'm awaire of, I'm now the other person, but his younger self as a child. He/I see myself approaching. My other self says something to the lad who then becomes very excited and runs off.

1. Someone had left some mayonnaise out in the sun, which resulted in someone else getting food poisoning.

2. A girl I went to high school with was on the cover of a magazine.

3. Someone is following me. I hide in a bathroom but they know where I am. I try to lock the door but it doesn't work. I have to hold the door shut while they try to open it. I start to panic.

I was a priest in a medieval town. I explained a game the townspeople liked to play to Nicole. One person would hide behind a wall and chuck explosives into the crowd. Meanwhile, a turtle shell was thrown back and forth between the bomber and representatives of the populace. I went over to an area divided into cubes of space with open ceilings. There were supposed to be portals to other worlds here, but I disabled them. Once I was behind the wall, I made a screeching sound recognized as the start of the bomber game. I lobbed a bomb into an unsuspecting group of people on the other side. The turtle shell came flying over the wall, and I sent it back with a mighty punch. I’m glad my knuckles didn’t break. Every now and then as the shell bounced between both sides, one of us slipped – usually me. The score was 5-2 before long. I knew I had to catch up. I used bombs to propel the turtle shell further and further away from the wall, theoretically decreasing the likelihood that it would land near someone who was paying attention. It always managed to come back. Once, the explosion itself seemed to fling the shell at my face… I wasn’t sure how that made any physical sense. The score was 6-2… One more point to the enemy would mean their victory.

I hovered in the air, flinging the shell with ease back at the public representatives. I started floating higher and couldn’t get myself to go back down. Eventually, I couldn’t reach the shell to prevent it from dropping into my small room. As it fell behind the wall, an announcer said that the gateways to the other worlds had been reopened. Her voice was somewhat robotic, but very different from Symphony’s. Glowing, purple pits appeared on the floor of the cube rooms below me. I descended to the ground near an apple tree and started walking around. Someone thought I was really a priest and tried to give me their confession.

“I’m just roleplaying,” I explained. He left me alone. Steve (from my second semester of physics) showed me this disgusting candy that was apparently too dangerous to keep in your mouth for more than ten minutes. It came as half of a sucker with the inside hollowed out. A toxic, pink dye coated the inside. Within seconds, it turned your entire mouth pink with the toxin. I refused to try it.

It was early summer, and a bunch of obnoxious, red bugs had flown north from Mexico to reproduce in our humid climate. Everywhere I looked, I saw them… They crawled on my skin – especially the arms – and my laptop screen. I killed them, of course, but there were always more waiting to occupy the surface of my body. Sometimes they bit me, too. I was really starting to lose my peace of mind with all these buzzing bugs around me. I read through comments on my dream journal. I noticed that most of new ones were from the same person… His avatar was one of those red bugs! I sighed when I realized all but one of his comments were obviously spam. I erased those. His semi-legitimate comment consisted of a series of images and an accompanying narration. He posted this on my “Your Dreams” page. The comment described dreams of American ships churning out swastika-branded cheese wheels. They created these on top of some kind of tower in the middle of the ship. A rotating blade cut the swastika shape out of the bottom of the cheese as it rested atop the tower. I watched this happen as though I was flying over one of the ships. I was confused when I noticed the blade was tearing up the enormous cheese wheel… The cheese became stuck to the blade and eventually clogged up the whole system.

The comment continued with a description of WakingNomad sleeping on the floor of a wooden shack. I saw myself on the floor, too, but I wasn’t covered by a blanket. Nomad burst aside, jumped to his feet (at this point, I realized he was naked, but he didn’t seem to care), and started shouting about the wonders of life. I slowly sat up. As my vision left the image, I saw this was the end of the comment. I decided I wouldn’t trash it. Unfortunately, as I scrolled down, I saw an advertisement for microwaves that I hadn’t put on the page… I realized he must have put something in the comment to cause this to appear. I temporarily marked it as spam while I scanned the comment text and removed the advertisement. Once this was taken care of, I restored the comment and replied, briefly explaining what I had taken out.

The dream jumped. My parents and I drove around a shopping center. It looked like the one on the way to Nicole’s school. Whenever we came to a store we considered stupid or poorly managed, we pushed a button on a remote control to change it to another store. We only left two stores in the whole shopping center unchanged. The first was a huge laundromat run by Janet Jackson. Even though my mom does all of her laundry at home, she seemed to like this place… We changed it a few times to see what would happen, but she eventually asked me to change it back, so I did. The second was a clothing store run by someone named Hyu Chan. I got the impression that he was meant to be the Hyu from Dreamviews. A sign posted on the door warned us that only Hyu Chan was permitted to drop the “Chan” from his name – so if I called him Hyu, he would be furious. The man had buck teeth and bug-eyed nerd glasses. My dad walked over to the suits and criticized them, instigating Hyu Chan’s rage. He asked my dad to leave. I picked up a brochure on Hyu and found his website (www.hyu.co.eu or something like that). It was essentially a fan site for the company he worked for. As Hyu Chan admitted in his self-published brochure, it was a bit strange for him to create his own version of the company website, but that was how he chose to express his pride in his work.