non-lucid

I am flying somewhere over the United States in an F-16 fighter jet. I am not the one actually flying the jet; it is being flown by a guy with dark sunglasses who looks like Swedish heavy-metal guitarist Yngwie J. Malmsteen. We are flying at night. I am very glad I am not the pilot, as I have no idea how to operate an F-16. I do have a job, however: my job is to control our altitude. I do this by shifting an M-16 assault rifle which is sticking up between us like a gear shaft. Leaning it down makes us go down; pulling it back makes the F-16 go up higher. The position of the barrel determines the direction of our altitude. I look out the window and see the terrain spread out beneath us like tiny twinkling Christmas lights. We are cruising at super-sonic speed, and Yngwie is very cool and relaxed behind his dark shades.

I point the barrel of the M-16 down and we start to descend. We suddenly hit some turbulence and the jet begins to rock and bounce around in the clouds. This frightens me. Suddenly I am not so sure what I am doing with my M-16 assault rifle altimeter. Should I go back up? Continue on course? I think to myself, one slip up and I'll kill us both! To my great relief, Yngwie grabs the barrel and lifts the entire gun out of its boot and puts it on his side. The jet stabilizes. We are safe. When we eventually land, I notice it I am in a vaguely familiar place - I recall the neighborhood from some prior dream fragment. Dreamt 2/7/2017

I was flying out of solar system, on trajectory similar to Hohmann ellipse. Target was probably Kuiper belt. I was just point of consciousness, nothing more than that. My consciousness was sensing all the bodies around, from small, to big ones.
Then I registered eerie sky blue light from behind which increased intensity fast. I turned my attention to solar system and I saw the Sun exploding in size and devouring all the planets... I turned my attention forward and I saw bodies of Kuiper belt now sharply illuminated and with comet tails reaching to great distances. Some of those now comet like bodies were large as planets...
Then I folded space into new star system. There were two planets able to shelter remnants of humanity, to flourish again. I landed them an planet closer to that sun. There was quite warm there. I was thinking whether I should change location to planet further away, which was colder...

Remarks
I was just point of consciousness, an explorer. But somehow I managed to save many people from solar system and plant them on that planet.
I was in unusual consciousness state. It was like unattached observer, but there were differences... I can't describe them. It felt cold. Logical.

D1 - Working in a big glass building's kitchen. J is in charge of us and I am assigned to get the food supplies for all the cooks. Pissed off with this I use my powers to create a fake business card and change the dream so I have a job with another company. All the others are impressed/surprised.
I then try and leave but can't get out of the place, all the buildings seem to close in around me. Trying to go through a building I end up trapped in a corridor that has twisted at the end. I am up again some white wooden window frames. using my powers I buzz saw through them, sparks flying.
D2 - Watching 3rd person I see myself with someone having sex, I don't know who it is I can only see there butt lol.
D3 - I'm in some shared dwelling and I find that the cupboard where I store my water has been used by some other resident as their toilet Oo.

I am interested in dreams of clarity or clear advice for the physical world. So I will take this snippet as something like that. It felt like it at the time.

For some back story, it was the full moon a day ago, I had made an inner transformation and decision to take back some personal authority and responsibility for my own choices rather than seeking validation or confirmation from outside sources. I had done some energy healing just barely before going to bed and removed some trapped emotions.

I will copy what I wrote down right after the dream:

Its an inner technology. Imagine there is an invention where the wood siding on a house is repaired and filled-in from the bottom up. So in your imagination picture old, worn-out siding dissolving at the same time a new slat is filling in. Instant self-repair. And this is metaphorical for what happens as the energy system repairs itself and then gives the body that new template.

When I was visualizing this repair in the dream, the amount I could see was about a 3 foot long piece of the siding and just 1-2 slats up the side of the house.

Now during the day, it seems much less magical, but at the time I was writing down the dream it seemed really incredibly important and powerful.

Floating far out at sea there are lots of large green leds attached to wooden boards. I am adjusting them. They are apparently sound activated.
(My led alarm clock has large green digits and is very noisy, i rarely use it as its tooo noisy)

Laying on a white leather sofa, I am Watching the omnibus of a tv soap. Behind me Matt watches, he is dressed and ready for work while im slumming it.

I am at a concert without the band present. A large group of people are gathered, and I see a friend with a strange man standing next to him. The man is staring at me intimidatingly. I stand up from my seat to try to get a better look at the empty stage. I feel myself pressing up against someone. Everybody is very close together and crowding each other. I look over to see who I am brushing up against and I see it is that strange man. He gets very upset that I am touching him. He gets away from me and continues to stare me down from a distance. I ask my friend to talk to him (because he evidently knows him), and apologize on my behalf. My friend writes a note and gives it to the man. The man comes over, sits down and reads the note. He then looks up at me and I come over and sit down beside him. We shake hands.

After shaking his hand, he suddenly transforms in a nice German lady. We strike up a conversation and start telling each other about all the different places we've visited in the world. She tells me she's been to Azerbaijan. Not to be outmatched, I lie and tell her I've been to Tajikistan. We talk more and develop excellent rapport. I notice her face looks puffy, swollen. I begin to grow uncomfortable: partly because of how she looks, and partly because I am exaggerating the truth with her. I eventually remove myself from her presence and go sit on a table and try to act cool.

Dreamt 2/1/2017

Morning of March 13, 2017. Monday.



The first scene involves wandering around in a mostly empty circus tent that is connected to at least one other one. We had apparently bought two-dollar tickets (for all the members of our family) to see some sort of comedic monologue and perhaps something else, but it appears that there is going to be no event as such when the time approaches. There are not that many people around. I am very annoyed that they are not going to honor our tickets. It seems like very bad business practice. The ringmaster walks into a different featureless area and talks about random subjects unrelated to their original plans and even seems annoyed by people expecting them to do a show. I get the impression that he does not care at all about honoring any of the tickets ever sold at any time in the various locations they travel to.

My family and I leave and soon find some sort of odd Halloween display at a park. There is a scene where Zsuzsanna is sitting in a swing on one end of a swing set (to my left as I am at a distance, though walking closer to the situation, approaching from behind them). Our youngest son is in the middle swing but there is an unknown boy (slightly older than our son) who is bullying our son (and to his right) and grabbing at the chain of his swing. Our son is trying to push him away. The unruly boy has bruises and scratches on his face and arms (though likely not caused by our son). As I approach, I tell him to leave and he does. I then comment, “Some parents sure do not know how to watch their kids or teach them anything”. Oddly, an unknown female who I first thought was the unruly boy’s mother unexpectedly agrees with me. (She had been sitting on the ground on the opposite side of the swing set, facing my direction) However, she turns out to not be the boy’s mother after all and has her own son nearby (to her left).

There is an unusual scenario where (stereotypical) Halloween witches are running around and randomly screaming at people. There is a short time where I decide to take on this role myself (and put on a Halloween witch outfit and wig) but I soon become bored of it as I cannot seem to scream correctly. It comes out rather course and not that loud. The patrons just look at me with slight amusement.

There is an unusual scene where an unfamiliar younger male in minimal Halloween makeup is playing two alternating notes on an electronic keyboard. It sounds similar to the “Jaws” theme. At the same time he is playing this motif, a set of French doors on the opposite side of the playground area open and close in perfect time to the note patterns. I do not find this scary but it does seem a bit curious. It is almost as if he is trying to give me some sort of clue about something (likely the preconscious indicating that I can leave the dream by going through the doors - or perhaps cause it to shift, even though I am not lucid).

There is a scene of a tall cylindrical structure that seems to be somewhat like an enclosed pile driver. A small metal structure comes down as our youngest son goes inside the building when he seems curious of it. It is just big enough for one person to stand inside in the center. The lowering structure pushes on him but does not seem that heavy or forceful even though I was wary of it at first. Still, he seems to have difficulty with his legs in attempting to get out, but does not seem injured and gets out on his own. (It almost seems like an unlikely composite of pile driver, elevator, farm silo, and a circus strength tester where the bell is rung. It may be loosely based on the playground rocket I sometimes explored as a child in La Crosse.)

In the last scene, I feel very cheerful. It seems to be nighttime. I am with Zsuzsanna and I eventually notice a huge object towering in the sky about a block away. It looks like the underside of a giant microscope with about eight objective lenses. However, I consider that it is some sort of movie equipment for recording a crowd of people. I find it awe-inspiring and try to get Zsuzsanna’s attention for her to look at it, but there seems to be something that is somehow blocking her view of it.

The second-from-last scene is an obvious but distorted waking precursor. It is like an incomplete elevator, and of course an elevator serves as a waking precursor or sometimes induction (just as in guided meditation and certain types of hypnosis). Still, the last segment indicated the consciousness shift (and a higher clarity) and a curious subliminal association with my conscious self in the habit of examining my dreams and dream self (as if with a giant microscope).

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I'm someone else, a wandering adventurer, and I'm in a medieval world. A Queen that I was close with a long time ago is on a war path. Her army is massive and arrives to the small town where I'm staying. I walk out of a tavern to see the thousands of soldiers waiting. Their orders are to bring me to the Queen and they are ready to fight. Scared villagers are behind me, also surrounded by soldiers. A fight here would end in a lot of collateral damage. "I'll come with you, if you promise these villagers won't be hurt." A knight steps forward and swears they won't be harmed.

They escort me to the castle, where I meet the young commander of this army, the Queen. She couldn't have been older than 30. False memories told me I was very close with her once. We had differences now, due to the wars she started, but she still respected me. I stood in front of her desk, where she was doing some paperwork. The room was majestic looking. Red was clearly the theme. Warm red wooden tables and pillars with red fabrics etc. I can't recall the end of our discussion, but we talked about my imprisonment. I guess I tried to talk her out of it.

I was at an event in a huge stadium and there was some kind of a show going on. The stadium was packed. I am guessing during the breaks they had people in stadium doing little skits in between. There was a guy carrying a little baby walking all up and down and through seating area which seemed like bleachers. I wasn't paying much attention to his act when all of a sudden he leans over and hands the baby to me so he can do something. He flips backwards down the bleachers and everyone cheers. Then he tries doing the same going up the bleacher seats when he falls through and it is a long drop down. No chance he could have survived that fall and here I am holding this baby that I have no idea where it came from. It was happy and smiling and I would guess about 3 months old. I spent a long time looking around and asking everyone, trying to find out who it belonged to. It started crying and fussing and I could feel my nipples tingling. Then it started pulling at my breasts. I new I couldn't have milk because it was so many years ago that I nursed yet I tried and somehow I was successfully nursing this baby. It felt so nurturing and I was happy. I must have been in a very deep sleep because it felt like I was trying to get lucid and somewhat aware yet I was never able to be fully lucid. I knew I had to find the parents of this child yet I felt I was very closely bonding with it and had thought if I couldn't find it's parents I had hoped I could keep it for myself.

So after a lot of reading up on the subject I've decided to get into the wonderful world of lucid dreams.

I'm beyond excited

Just a little background... I have had a number of Lucid Dreams in the past, but I never really understood them. After doing some reading and lurking on the forums, I've decided to take it to the next level(I don't know why anyone wouldn't )

With that being said welcome to my first dream journal. I plan to update daily for anyone who's interested in a first timers experience.

With that said, peace and love to all of you... and happy dreams.

I am in a lush forest with two people. I climb a thick tree because I am trying to escape from a girl known simply as "Neuf". Neuf has two people with her and they are hunting me like an animal. The man Neuf is with has a gun and he will shoot me on sight. I decide to climb a tree, moving stealthily from limb to limb as I go higher and higher. This action is extremely vivid. I am given instruction on where to climb from the people I am with. I eventually decide to climb down when I think it is safe. I am alone now. I meet up with "Neuf", who is also alone. She jumps on my shoulders and I carry her around. We become friends and she helps me avoid the man with the gun and the woman who is with him. Both of them are still hunting me. I begin to feel unsafe again and start looking for the tree I climbed down from. I want to get back up to safety, but there are so many trees in this forest, I get lost and can't find my special tree. The man with the gun suddenly emerges from a trail and looks my way. I quickly duck down another path. I suddenly see my "special tree", but with Neuf on my shoulders I can hardly climb it. I instead wait for my two my friends to come down. The man with the gun and the woman go down another trail and we lose them. Dreamt 1/30/2017

Note: I met a girl the next day at my work who perfectly fit the description of "Neuf" in this dream. Her hair color, her body shape -- everything, perfectly. I told her about this dream and she wasn't surprised. She is interested in astral travel and lucid dreaming and believes dreams can be meshed, or shared. As far as 'Neuf", I only know it is the French word for "9" or "new". Her conjecture is that it may have something to do with the lunar cycle.

This was a few days ago, I forgot to type it down, but it seems resurfacing.

It's at night. I walk into a house. I walk fast through a room. I need to get to the other side of the house to pick up what in my mind looks like my work bag. All the rooms are illuminated, but as I'm going without stopping, I'm turning on all the light switches. Lights turn on. I'm scared. I know I can't let that be known, or that scary thing will know that I know and it will show itself. I walk through 4-5 rooms in a straight line. When I get to my bag in the back of the last room, I realize now I have to make the same trek back and I'm struggling not to run and scream in fear. I'm kicking myself why I even went there, why I didn't prepare my bag at the front door, why I waited till night time to go get it, why I even agreed to go and get it. Why didn't I just said no.

I get out and my mom, who was waiting in a car is already coming towards me. Looking for me, because I took longer than she thought I would. When she see me coming, she turns and I'm following to the car. But it's harder and harder for me to walk, as if invisible force was drawing me back to the house. I reach my arm and cry for her help to grab it and help pulling me forward. I was so scared.

I had a dream I thought was real boring, so I wasn't going to bother journalling it.
But I just had a strong sync with the 3 keys in the dream Oo

In the dream I was with 2 other comrades from the past, one male, one female. We were about to take part in a big demonstration. So we didn't take all our stuff on the march, we put stuff in boxes to be collected later from a public house, for a small fee. We were each given a silver key.

Overgrown Weeds

I am at my old childhood home in Hollywood, Florida and notice all the houses in the neighborhood have nice, manicured lawns. But the lawn in front of my old house is all overgrown with weeds. The weeds are huge, towering. They look like gigantic sheaves of wheat or grain and they put out a golden glow against the blue sky.

Surgical Ward Transvestite

I am in a hospital surgical ward, dressed like a drag queen. I look at myself in a mirror and think, "I make a pretty damn-good looking woman!". A pregnant Russian lady who speaks English very well is on the floor, and she is with a male friend. She sees me and starts questioning her own looks. I think she is beautiful; she, however, doesn't think she is. She continues to seek confirmation of her beauty from me. I do everything I can to boost her self-confidence. Meanwhile, I am looking for the bathroom, but can't find it. I decide to lift my skirt and urinate in the surgical waste bucket in the corner of the hallway. A surgeon sees me pissing in the bucket but says nothing, giving me a contemptuous look instead. Embarrassed, I halt my piss mid-flow and decide to keep looking for a proper bathroom. Another surgeon comes out of the surgical station, clutching his groin and asking where the bathroom is. I tell him it's just around the corner (not true - I'm still looking for it myself), but the first surgeon walks over and points to a door right in front of us that says, "Lavatory" on it. Then he gives me another contemptuous look.

Dreamt 1/29/2017

The House at the Bottom of the Hill

I am with a short woman and we are visiting another woman who lives at the bottom of the a hill in a rural town. The area we are in reminds me of Pembroke Pines or Miramar in South Florida when I was a kid. We've both been to this house before, in another dream fragment, but now we are back. It is not clear why. And we don't quite remember how to get to the house; all I remember is it is at the bottom of a hill. I recall walking with this woman, side by side, down a road as we approach the top of a hill. I find it strange there are hills in this area, as South Florida is known to be flat. We get along well and laugh as we walk down the hill. I notice she is wearing tight, faded blue jeans.

Sumo Marriage Counselling

I am in an underground men's locker room with my wife. I am trying to explain to her why we, as guys, get upset when we feel women are trying to "push our buttons". The conversation with her gets heated, and we begin airing our dirty laundry for all the other men in the locker room to hear. There is a very heavy, muscular black guy in the corner with a towel strategically wrapped around his lower torso and groin area. He looks like a Sumo wrestler. He is staring at me and listening to us go back and forth. The way he is looking at me, I begin to fear that he will take my wife's side of the argument. Instead, he closes his locker and says a few words of comfort and walks off. My wife and I stop fighting and feel at peace.

Dreamt 1/28/2017