non-lucid

Felt the transition but tried to visualize my bed room so I get the WILD going but no dice. I wasn't firm in my awareness. It is probably just me, but SSILD is getting tedious. My problem is that I like to retreat into the buzz of thoughts inside my head to fall asleep quick but this also distracts me from doing the cycles. When I fight the thoughts to clear my mind, it keep me awake and I lose sleep. Very demotivating for lucid dreaming.

I had lots of em around this time. I was in a game of frisbee with a bunch of younger girls from highschool, and then out of nowhere I got a facetime call from Nicole. She was with her mom and they were getting ready to move out of their house. Not only that, but the place I was living was where they were living before thier current one. The next bit was the best little dream. I found Wil, and together we played a little game of live civ in the house. The game was projected as a live hologram on it. We quit after a few rounds though, and then the dream got much more dream like.


Aliens showed up, and wil adn I were chosen as the guys to go board their ship. The things we saw were truly fucked. We entered their big saucer. Inside, there were messages that they were coming in peace, and I believe they though they were. But the evidence inside showed how disconnected and careless they were in their studies of us. We must have gotten the B team of the B team in the alien research world. There were hundreds of machines in there that were designed to study us, but it looked like the humans had been inserted in the wrong way, or dissected unnecessarily before their x rays. Body parts were strewn abouts, carcasses pulled through holes the size of your wrist and left jammed in the machine when it broke. We got to the center of the ship, and down a long corridor were the two men who had been sent here. They looked like humans, sitting in what looked like a classic cubicle office setup as they guessed that to be our natural habitat.They were 8 feet tall with extremely long heads and legs. The one guy began talking to us, but as he extended his foot to relax a shoe popped off and a big brown cockroach foot stuck out. The second it made contact with Wil's shoe, the entire ship exploded.

They must have had really unstable disguises.

Attempted WBTB, failed

I recall fragments of running around an old city. It was a medieval city that survived unchanged to modern times. It was a cold evening, there were riots all over the town.

Me and my friend from RL had our parents trying to get us to get together. This was also a thing IRL. I've finally had enough and we both told them that we just like each other as friends.

Later on, I chat to my boyfriend on IRC about a trading card game and whether I should get 5 copies of this one card or 5 different cards. He advised the former, the card was just that good.

I had a dream about politics but I couldn't even begin to describe it.

I was shown a hell like scenario.

Morning of November 2, 2016. Wednesday.



In my dream, I find myself in an unfamiliar room in an unknown setting that has the appearance of an efficiency apartment (though my dream self does not perceive it as unfamiliar). Dennis (older half-brother on my mother’s side, of whom I have not seen in real life since 1994) is present but appears as he did in the 1970s. There is also an unknown and unfamiliar male present of about Dennis’s age, presumed (by my dream self) to be either his visiting friend or flatmate. However, it remains uncertain if my dream is otherwise implying the apartment to be mine.

Dennis and I enter into an argument when I play “Nights in White Satin” (a song by the Moody Blues) on a cassette player that sits atop a low-set chest of drawers that faces the foot of the bed, though more to the right. Dennis says it is not the original version. I tell him and the other male that they must have only heard later shortened versions. One point made is that Dennis says there are no helicopter sounds in the original version. I tell him that he is wrong. (However, I am thinking of the movie “Apocalypse Now” and the “Ride of the Valkyries” score and somehow confusing it with “Nights in White Satin”, though the similarity between these two recordings is otherwise minimal.)

I am able to sarcastically, with amusement, vocalize the background motif in inverse (that is, with the staff flipped upside-down so that any sequence of increasingly higher notes go down in pitch and decreasing notes go higher in pitch). I am fully aware of how it would sound as such. The other two look on, seeming annoyed, as I repeat that this is the correct version while implying they may have heard the inverted one. I awake with a sense of joy and an instant recognition of my dream’s meaning.

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Decoding template follows:

• Dream type and explanation: This dream uses “return flight waking symbolism”, which is created when the physicality of the conscious self identity is ambiguously perceived prior to the RAS (reticular activating system) neural gating that regulates the sleep-wake transition. Consequently, the dream self identity subliminally anticipates falling, rising, sustained flight, or other illusory movement based on the misperception of the vestibular system’s equilibrium dynamics.
• Dream state induction type: Transmutation of our bed as a subliminal dream state indicator, created as a result of the subliminal memory of being asleep.
• Dream state indicators: The bed and the song “Nights in White Satin”.
• Liminal space symbol: The beach (unseen yet implied), which represents the neural space between sleeping and waking. The relationship to the flight symbol is that the helicopters (in the movie) fly towards the beach and over land from the water (water of which symbolizes sleep and the circadian rhythms dynamics of the dream state and the glymphatic system).
• Preconscious factor: My dream self is already in the emergent consciousness role, which is validated by my subliminal recognition of both dream state indicators. It is otherwise the preconscious that is dominant over the dream self to initiate waking.
• Interconsciousness factor: The unknown male in the background of whose presence does not otherwise trigger a known dream state component.
• Liminal space cessation trigger: The line “Just what the truth is, I can’t say anymore” from “Nights in White Satin”. The liminal space cessation trigger is that which begins to break the illusion of the dream state, sometimes symbolized by a jigsaw puzzle or a breaking window.
• Flight symbol to dream exit point (symbolic waking transition): The (unseen) helicopter as “returning” me to my bed, symbolized in my dream by the unfamiliar bed of the efficiency apartment. (Note that I sit on the foot of the bed, right side, just as I do with my real bed in waking life.) The helicopter rotor system symbolizes kinocilia in the same way as a tornado in the dream state. (However, at a spiritual level, for those who follow the path, it also represents the Merkaba as a tornado also does.)
• Waking symbolism is typically oriented to the right, which is the location of the cassette player as perceived from the bed.

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Failed WBTB

It was a warm summer evening. The sky and clouds were reddish in lower parts. With someone I was waiting just outside my house. A priest came to my frontyard and made people a confession. I entered my house and saw my maths teacher, who turned into my younger sister when I didn't noticed. I came closer to her, but then she turned into an alien and attacked me with green tentacles. She grabbed my hands with these tentacles and tried to push them into her maw, I was struggling with her all the time. I managed to get free and ran outside, only to get back after a while. After more struggles, I reminded myself of some video tape or song recorded on a tape and the alien fallen on the floor, motionless.

We had Spock as our guest lecturer (or Leonard Nimoy in character, one of the two.) He ranted about how in the future, reality had restructured into something eldritch due to a nebulous cascade event, and he must keep sane by pretending that there were still vestiges of logic and reality left, while the others fully embraced the insanity of the universe. He then tried to explain the cascade event to us by going on at lengths about string theory and showing a 3D render of a string manifold.

The first dream's from a recent night but not the night I posted:

I dreamed that, should Trump be elected, a man would murder two homosexual men in front of a woman and then the thought of him raping her came to mind.

Now, for this night:

I dreamed of talking with my Grandfather over the phone. (He died in June.) What did we talk about?

Na

Bed @ 2250 /w Sleepytime tea
Woke @ 0545
Bed @ 0600 /w MILD
Woke @ 0700

Newt
I'm walking into the sanctuary at church (which looks nothing like the real one). I'm entering from a door in the back-left corner. The room is very wide and not very deep, with a kind of semicircular stage in the middle of the far wall and oddly spaced rows of padded seats throughout the room. Now I'm facing one of the rows, holding down a large (dinner-plate sized) green-and-white amphibian named Newt, getting ready to "discipline" him. Megan takes over holding him, and I smack his front feet a few times.

I'm driving on an on-ramp. I'm speeding up, getting ready to merge with the Interstate traffic, and I see a car stopped on the left side of the road. He's mostly still in the traffic lane, and he doesn't have any lights on. I consider rolling down my window and telling him that he really needs to turn on his caution blinkers, but I pass him before I have a chance to do anything. Looking behind me, I see that there's another car (again with no blinkers) on the shoulder, and the driver of the first car is helping out the second car. As I reach the triangular patch just before the merge, I stop the car and drop off Newt. As I'm driving away, I see another car stop, take mercy on him, and pick him up. Somehow I know that he's sick and that this new family is going to take care of him.


On an airplane
I'm boarding a plane. The door is to my right, the cockpit is behind me, and the rest of the plane is in front of me. I have a moment of confusion - I'm not sure where I should be. Do I lie down on the floor? Do I find one of those chair/bed things the stewardesses use? It passes, and I move forward into the plane.

Now I'm seated. I look around and see that the people across the aisle from me have a large box at their feet, and that on the box is a large fancy-looking meal. I see that another family a couple of rows up has a similar box, though it doesn't have any food on it. I'm surprised that such a large package could be brought onto planes - they've cut down so much on carry-on space over the last few years.

Looking again, I see that I recognize the family with the nice meal: it's Alex and his grandmother-in-law. Now I'm talking to him about his brother-in-law and his brother-in-law's wife. There's something about how they're moving too slowly and need to take things more quickly. They're too far away and spend too much time driving and should really move closer, and the church should help them out. Now I'm fixing his tie - the knot is way, way too loose. At first, I just tighten it and shape it, and it ends up looking a lot better, but it doesn't come more than a third of the way down his shirt. I somehow massage the tie some more and get it down to his belt line. I'm pleased with my work, though I'm also a little self-conscious about it. He didn't ask me to fix his tie, and he actually looks rather bemused.

Now we're taking off. The captain gets on the intercom and tells us that the flight will take about an hour and gives us the current outside temperature and atmospheric pressure. I can kind of understand the temperature - though, really, it's not going to matter much since we're leaving it - but the atmospheric pressure means absolutely nothing to me. I look out the window and see that it's really dirty. I consider for a moment how many people have flown in this plane and how many dirty hands have rubbed at the window trying to make it clearer so they can see outside.

01-Nov-2016 - ND - Two girls, one bike + 2 WILD - #1) Watch sheet's molecules - #2) Surf and Snowboard

Finally managed to rack up a semi-decent night of sleep
ND contains one very common DS that I missed
The two WILDs are quite uninteresting, with the only exception of snowboard track on the 2nd WILD, which is nice

ND - Two girls, one bike

I am in a large room, may be a garage, together with two girls: one is SR ~my age, the other is younger, I don't know her, she's riding a bike.
I notice that under her coat she's wearing nothing (!!!) and I can see a tattoo below her bellybutton - this shocks me, but I do not question my reality

I also take a bike, I do some close call stops before hitting a wall. Then I ask where the brake handles are (!!! - I've already used them), and the girl shows me. After riding some more, you can guess what happens with the girl (!!!) <SNIP>

I am in a car, SR is on the passenger seat, I am terribly sorry I got in touch with her and start crying (!!!), saying things like "I know that would happen" No more recall


WILD #1 ~2AM

Starting from previous ND, I manage moving into an LD, albeit not easily
I'm in a room, and I want to make it bigger with some trick.
With the help of someone else I cannot recall, I extend a sort of textile/rubber sheet, starting from the walls, then around some metal poles in the ground used to make corners (not 90'). I stop when I think the room is big enough.

Now I want to experience transformation of the molecules of this sheet into those of a wall (?)
I become smaller and smaller until I see a sort of three-dimensional grid around me, but that's it, nothing special happens

I try looking at water molecules.
I enter the cabin at Doc's lab, putting a water of glass into another cabin nearby

I become smaller, and find myself immersed in an empty space with some bubbles all around, lightly connected together. It should be a represantation of water molecules I guess. However, again nothing special happens.

I think I should complete my room, making walls and a roof, but I fall asleep, most likely of boredom


WILD #2 ~4M ~20/30min

This is linked to yesterday's IWL activity
I'm walking together with CDG, a F friend, along a beach. I ask her if we can do windsurf and snowboard together, and she's happy about it.
After some "preparation", I try windsurfing, but the effect is not very interesting

Then we move to snowboarding. I start descending at a slow speed, but after a drop I go much faster.
The scenery around looks beautiful, with a city far away, and lot of snow around.
The path has many curves, jumps and drops, providing nice physical sensations.
It lasts for perhaps one minute, then after attempting a loop, everything becomes more blurred and weaker

Overall, I am satisfied, and go to sleep

Although it truly began elsewhere, this dream really picked up when me father took pity on the misgivings of the earlier dream, which was very boring. He sent me on a vacation, to go find myself. I was on the plane with him, and when I looked out the window I saw I was in Bucharest. It was the absolute perfect sunny day, with green grass and tall orange buildings extending as far as the eye could see. The architecture reminded me of Hieronymus Bosch's painting "The Garden of Earthly Delights." I told my dad I'd spend the entire week here wandering alone, finding trouble and beautiful girls wherever I went. He approved.

Right before I landed, my dad left and I found Chris on the flight. He was also here for a solo vacation, though his flight was connecting and he would continue on to New Zealand. We shared how we had very similar sentiments about the nature of our trip, and that he had even been here before a year ago. The flight landed and I headed off to the largest, most grand building in the whole country. It was a temple, parliament building, community center and hotel. The building was like one massive pancake, with 4 tiers, each one serving one of those functions. The hotel was the second highest tier below parliament.

As I entered the building I saw a guru on a balcony drop acid. I knew this was the place to be. I was going to go to my room and then find that guru.

I did.

Upon a rooftop terrace of the grand building, I found the wizards, the gurus, a small group of sages who were all in the beginning of a long stage of imbibing psychedelics. I looked down in my hand and found a zip lock bag full of about 25 truffles. I ate two, and they kicked in immediately. I felt amazing. We decided to go explore the city and find some things to do.

There was only one catch. As I was walking to the elevators I checked my live 3D map to see where the border to Georgia was. In this reality, the black sea had been reduced to more of a blue lake, and I could see the nation from the coastal perch of the grand building. Even stranger, that lake was within Georgia's borders. And the shores which we were on. And the fields between us. In fact, the border was 20 feet away from me, right next to the edge of the building, across a tiny creek. I had to go jump over it. We ran to the creek and found a pretty bridge of stepping stones leading over it. Guarding the stones were 3 snapper fish, which had the heads and jaws of snapping turtles. They moved slowly but I could anticipate their bite. I crossed the stream but then turned to observe these creatures. Out of the muddy bottom, a full snapping turtle emerged and began intruding on their space. I watched an argument unfold between them about this infringement, and watched them try to bite his armored fingers off, to no success. I probably should have become lucid here, but I was far too entranced with these speaking predators.

On the other side of the creek were long, beautiful fields. I was watching the grass sway when a sniper bullet grazed past my forehead. Looking far down the creek I could see a huntress in futuristic armor with a laser rifle at the shoulder. She took another shot, this time at a comrade of mine. The battle began. A flurry of pursuit, evasion, running and gunning unfolded and eventually we shot her down. Realizing that this place would be crawling with enemies, we took to the building for sanctuary. Bad call. We dropped down a tier and entered a room, but found more enemies in a room filled with grass and rocks. Luckily they were pitifully low leveled. We removed them in seconds and looked around. This room was filled with grass like outside and seemingly lead further inside the building where the enemies would level up more, presumably.

Still tripping on acid, I decided to go back outside of the room, jump off the balcony and enter through the tier below us, while the gurus headed further in the easy room. I ran outside, jumped, and landed on a black patio. This was different and I could feel it. I opened the door and entered an identical room to the last, but instead of the grass, it was just pure black ebony with purple stones inlaid. Inside were three girls. All of them sultry, tan and wearing tight black. They smiled at me, and I had a feeling I was the first to come here in a very, very long time. I looked harder at them and saw their level: 8888. The sniper had been 14. This was the last floor, the first room leading up to what certainly contained the most powerful beast in Bucharest.

The girls did not move to attack but instead waltzed around the room, so I began a conversation. In the center of the room was a booth, like what the hostesses in a night club in hades would stand behind. I walked to it and stood against it, and the closest of the demonesses approached me. I knew there was no escape without killing them. I had come here to experience life, and so I would. As the demoness approached, I began to perceive her true nature. Each of them contained the power of a small sun inside them. Though perfectly human on the outside, their eyes had a certain spark that would dance like a flame, and their skin radiated beautiful energy that my acid-tuned senses were picking up on. It was incredibly intoxicating. This would be an OK way to die. She came closer, the heat of her beginning to warm me, passing right through my skin and into my belly, like hot cocoa.

I reached out and grabbed her waist. Wow. The flow was not instant but built quickly like the drop on a rollercoaster, blowing me away and making my head spin more with every millisecond. I pulled her tight and looked deep into her eyes. I had joined her energy, completing the circuit, and the moment we let go I would be completely destroyed. There was nothing left to do. So I kissed her, as any sane, balls-tripping adventurer would do.

The unity I experienced in this moment was so powerful I can still feel it. The other two froze, struck by the moment. This was the first time this had ever happened, not to them, not to others, but simply anything of this nature in the continuum, and the new precedent was already rippling its way outward, changing little bits of the fabric of time here and there in light of this new information. This new possibility.

We kissed and kissed and our bodies melded and she cried, a creation of a god given humanity, bound to destroy the giver. I felt her energies flow through me stronger and stronger, but slowly I came to understand them. I was a vessel too. And as more of her poured into me, I cried too, and I accepted it. The inevitability. Curiosity. What came next?

And suddenly, we were equal. The massive distance that separated us moments ago was gone, and as she rested her perfect skin against mine, I slipped back. And I was fine. She looked up at me, frozen in that moment after your last tear dries up, and before you smile.

I walked out.

I recall a dream fragment where my family took my house helper on vacation with us, we were in a Japanese restaurant. I was asked to order food for her but I told my mom I wouldn't know what the helper would like. I was also tasting what we have ordered prior. They taste great.

I also recall chatting with an internet friend on Steam.