non-lucid

Fragments
- I am in a small apartment alone, it is dark.
- There is an N64 robot

D1 - At school i am trying to complete sentences in purple ink, I am having trouble getting them right.
A fellow teacher gives me an idea for an activity. A large red and black stack of card that I need to cut up.
Our headteacher is letting us have an old tin bucket of glue but I need to get resources from another teacher. The resources from each lesson get sent into a chute.
Clambering into the chute, I find piles of stuff which makes a kind of stairway up between all the floors of the building. I slowly make my way up the teetering piles and garb onto a plank at the top, hoisting myself up and out.
I am now on an open stairwell with a can of cider clutched behind my back, the headteacher looks on unimpressed.

Had a nap where I was drifting into dream and diving over a bridge down to a street below but woke before I got lucid.

Haven't posted any entries in 4 days, but rest assured, I'm ALIVE. Rather than not posting due to no recall, however, I didn't post the entries for the 1st and 2nd of September simply because they were extremely mundane dreams.
Literally all they consisted of was me hanging out with my family and going about day to day business. Nothing really to write in depth about.
The dream I had for the morning of the 3rd (or, yesterday, as of this time of writing) was an interesting one involving the concept of inception.
My cousin was going to get married to this jerk of a guy, and I wasn't okay with it, so I decided to pull a Leonardo DiCaprio and delve into her dreams to perform inception. A dream about dreams, as it were. Deep.
And then, this morning's. All of these dreams don't have a whole lot of detail recalled, but rather, specific plot points. One thing that has been improving though is my ability to recollect these things even after falling back asleep, as usually that's enough to simply wipe my memory of it if I didn't write it down.
I was hanging out with this girl I used to know really well IRL (we haven't hung out in literal ages), and we were sitting on this outdoor park bench. Yet, half of the area was covered in what appeared to be a house. So it was like half outdoors, half house. I can't even find a good way to describe that, it was a sort of reality warp-ish type of dream scene, the kind your dream self can understand just fine, but in real life you're like 'wtf'
Anyways, strange dream scene aside, we were sitting on this bench, a nice breeze blowing through, and just sort of happily people-watching. All of a sudden, she turns to me and nervously asks if I'd like to accompany her to her school's Snowball dance. Shocked, but pleasantly surprised, I happily accept. Almost immediately, in comes a lot of people I know and associate with this girl. They just begin walking by, mumbling their thoughts about that turn of events. Sorry if this one sounded bizarrely described, but that's cuz it really was sort of bizarre. It had a nice peaceful atmosphere, but a lot of weird stuff that you'd usually only notice upon waking (or maybe not, in the event of a successful DILD, which has yet to come. But that's okay!)
Anyways, sorry for the radio silence, and happy dreaming.

First fragment

I was in church, attending to a mass.

Second fragment

I was driving a silver coloured car towards a farm where my brother was working. It was a really sunny and warm day. The road was placed in between two huge fields with forests in the distance. When driving I saw a bus stop in the middle of a field, someone was waiting there, a man that looked like me. I immediately thought about lucid dreaming and vividness of the dream highly increased.

1) Riding a motorbike, the offside mirror wasn't quite right , I kept trying to set it correctly but just couldn't do it. I parked up and walked along the road expecting to see my driveway but I couldn't find it. I walked up and down the road noting other houses and thinking exactly where my house should be but it just wasn't there!
I was talking to a friend and said that I had been messing with timelines (watching too many time travel films recently) and I was frightened that my house was no longer there. I decided to go for a walk into town for some reason. As I walked I got caught up in a demonstration by staff from the hospital.

2) I was with a friend in an old building at night. She asked if I ever saw anything unusual overnight, then it was a bit like 'Night in a Museum' and we saw someone from the American Civil Revolution standing at the next door and spoke to him.

3) I was having my Level 2 Reiki home study marked. I was told that I had done it all wrong and mis-understood what I was supposed to do. I read throught the marking sheet and I got no points for anything except giving up smoking (I don't smoke), and zero was written in the front of the report. I was very upset.

I started out the night doing a new meditation. I was opening my core chakra's & tried to add a new one from the extended version which heightened my vibrations. I didn't close them because I wanted an OOB but what I got was a new bad experience.


First, I had a False Awakening in which I got up to go pee. I was exhausted when I started & kept thinking I had drank too much tea & this would interrupt my chakra meditation by me needing to pee. Like I said, I was just too tired & had just went anyway so I risked it. Which would explain the FA while doing my chakra exercise. Next was me climbing back into my bed & the following began.

I was experiences all the high vibrations of an OOB which excited me but alarmed me at the same time because I could feel vibrations that weren't created by me this time. I began also to experience the most intense pain on my body. I looked later for bruising but I haven't seen any but I have extremely sore spots on my chest, upper thighs, upper arm, wrists, ect. I also couldn't see which was a new thing for me. My other OOB experiences or attempts left me able to see but this time I couldn't. I was yelling for Mike to no avail. I could here my screams in my head but he couldn't here me. I could tell I was reaching for him in attempt to wake him up but it was my astral arm & hand. Eventually I was able to use my real arm & hit him. He woke up & of course he understood what had happened. I went to smoke 1/2 a cig in the bathroom to try & shake off the terror I was feeling & tried to come back to bed. I started back w/ doing my chakra's again feeling still scared but more in control. No dice on that front.

Then I entered in D1: I was at a retreat for lucid dreamers, people who could astral project & also had other abilities. I had brought w/ my tools of the trade which included books, notebooks w/ notes & diagrams, etc. The retreat was really familiar to me as did the ppl. (I'm not good w/ DC names unless they are from this waking life. The retreat came complete w/ sleeping quarters, practicing rooms, schedules, a communal eating area which we spent a lot of time catching up w/ each other & showing each other our newest knowledge that we had accumulated. I was doing really well w/ this. And it all felt totally natural. The familiarity was uncanny!Then I rolled into dream 2.

D2: I was back at the retreat for the next year & I hadn't been as prepared. (I've never ever experienced a dream in which time was played out like this, it was really new for me.) This time I had left vital information at home & had slacked off a bit. I had noticed that now others were doing much better w/ their new research. And then things got odd. An old boyfriend of mine was there from my childhood. Anyway he was ignoring me in the dream & I tried to be patient in hopes that things would okay. Unfortunately it didn't happen even in the dream.


He was my last boyfriend I had when I had been ripped from my home in my 8th grade yr due to things beyond my control. There is a lot of history w/ him & when I was just 18 we had a falling out because I was smoking pot & got details screwed about the details that led up to my departure in 8th grade up while on the phone. These circumstances are way too long for me to journal today. I've written of things pertaining to this subject in old journal entries on DV. Any way, This was an extremely hard thing for me to except throughout the yrs. Not to mention his best friend & my childhood friend was also on the phone. Till this day I can't find them anywhere to make amends . Anyway he was ignoring me in the dream & I tried to be patient in hopes that things would okay. Unfortunately it didn't happen even in the dream.

I feel as though I could very well have been a part of something like these retreats in a past life. Your soul lives on when you die. Also there are also core ppl that are present in these lives. I think somehow the previous dream bled into my existing dream sequence some how & it changed the dynamics of it.


Non-Lucid-Green
Lucid-Red
Side Notes-Purple
Astral Projection/AP-Brown/OOB

I was working with some toolkit that allowed me to create levels. I placed a small fence on grassy terrain.

Such good recall the last few nights. This morning could remember almost nothing.

1) looking at some patient notes and I noticed that someone had been abroad recently. That's it...

I often have a dream where I have a problem with dealing with my new class. Last time I used my powers

This time....I had a class at the end of the day, I bugged the supply teacher for tips on handling them. She has glasses and short curly hair. Entering the class room they were chatting and tall. I reprimanded a couple and moved them then used roleplay to demonstrate why not to exhibit certain behaviours in the classroom. It worked as they saw the ridiculousness of it. I then left them doing some discussion and drawing ideas on a rainforest topic.
I felt calm and confident by the end.

I woke up & tried to hold on to my dream but waking life too priority. I've been preparing for Labor Day weekend.

Lots of flying, not quite lucid but almost!

1) I can remember wanting to test a layout of some sort of building. My dad helped me put an old bathtub into place and switch on the water.

2) With my wife she was fussing about ona beach, but we were indoors. There was a marker on the sand I had to build the sand up but the tide was coming in, I had to do it because she was fusing about doing something else. Then it went dark I knew my torch was lying on the ground somewhere so searched for it in the dark, someone shone a light for me and I found it and said thank you. It was a headtorch, I had to put a helmet on then and fitted it over the headtorch.
The there were other people about looking for helmets, there was a pile of smaller helmets in the corner, he asked it he could take one of them, some children behind shouted that they were for the children! It was something to do with the fire service, a female officer cam into the room and got very angry with 2 boys/men at the end of the line and lectured them about their behaviour.
Then we went outside to an outwrd bound exercise. Everyone was wandering around with metal detectors. I walked off with my wife, we went over to some cliffs by the sea. Was practicing flying off the edge of the cliff. I hovered, then got more confident and flew down and into the sea, then flew around.
I was by the side of a wall showing off how well I could fly, there were objects sitting on shelves. I had to fly quite high but couldn't find the top. Then I found a window and went through.
I was flying high over countryside I could see all the trees and fields in the distance in good colour and detail. I almost knew I was dreaming but not quite, and thought this is good I can feel the wind against me, but thought that it wasn't that good because I couldn't go as fast a I wanted - I knew it wasn't reality but didn't quite click that I was dreaming.
Then I was in a house flying up and down stairs.

I think I was in a school, and there was a shooting. I was hiding in a room, along with Fernando Alonso (the F1 driver). I was terrified, but Fernando had a plan. He stayed calm, and started crafting makeshift guns from junk laying around the room. In the end, we both had a gun (that resembled a Sten) with 11 bullets. We decided to leave the room. I wanted to move crouched with Alonso standing behind me, to cover more ground with our fields of fire. In another scene, a man showed up at our door (before we left). There was a group of people roaming the area, and I felt we could trust no one. I had a pneumatic rifle now, with a long piece of metal shoved into the chamber as improvised ammo. I stuck the gun through an opening in the door, and shot him in the face. It didn't do much to hurt him.

After having survived this ordeal, I found myself in a different location (Dallas?). I "knew" I was thousands of miles east from where I was earlier. I was walking with others, a little confused as to where I was and how I got there. I think a woman told me where I was. Anyway, I am stopped by the police. They asked me if I have guns, I say no. They search me (my bag?) and find the makeshift guns from the previous dream. I realize how screwed I am. I would never convince the cops of my innocence. I couldn't even explain how I got here myself, so why would they believe me? I sat there for a while. I got a strange feeling. There were a lot of people, talking loudly. A marketplace of sorts? I felt like this couldn't be real. I didn't know how I got there. And why am I in America? I somehow made a conscious decision to "wake up", and yup... my reality shifted and I woke up in my own bed. The transition was really weird, and cool.

I was flying a propeller plane far away (in the Pacific?) to fight in a war of sorts. My sports plane was outfitted with missiles. I encountered an old friend (Eros) and his girlfriend too. The bastards had a jet. At some point I think I had landed on a carrier. My mom was there? I was trying to turn to take off again, but forget to let her get on?

Non-lucid: I was at Crazy Daisy's' (AKA my living grandmother that is not a nice human being). But it wasn't really her old house I knew as a kid but it did have the lucheonette type of counter she had. My mom was trying to get me to talk to her & my dad & sisters too. My aunt Jill was taking up for her which almost created a whole other element of crazy going on. I wasn't having any of it. Then at some point it morphed into me needing a dress to go to a family event starring Crazy Daisy. Jill was telling me I had to buy the dress & I wanted to borrow it & bring it back. It was all stupid crap.

Gearing up for Labor Day weekend. I'm hoping for sun all 3 days so we can pool it up!

I'm in an airport. I believe it's supposed to be London. I'm going through the security checks right now. I walk through an area, unsure of where exactly to go. There are barely any people. There's different checks for citizens of different countries. I'm not to sure which one is for EU citizens. In my mind I have a British passport. I finally pick where to go and am submitted to another check. I realise then that I need my passport for this check, which is in my bag. I rummage through the pockets of my clothing, pretending to be looking for it, when a display shows that they already have my passport. I am asked to sit off to the side with a white, male security employee. Of course I am. I always am. I lay down on something. I feel as if I'm at a psychologist on the couch. The guy starts talking and asking me questions. He explains that they're just gonna check if I'm really the person who I claim to be. He starts with my birthdate. "So your birthday is on the 20th of December?". No it's not. I give him my real birthdate. I realise this is a check. Why not just take my fingerprints? He continues talking to me and I reply. They're stupid questions and I realise it's more about how nervous I react to being interviewed than anything else. I stay calm, as I'm totally legit. He's carefully paying attention to my speech and asks me to speak up and be really loud. I reply along the lines of: ah of course, if I speak louder you can more easily hear the trembling and such in my voice. I have half a mind to continue talking softly. My explanation for my soft talking would be that I've lived in Indonesia, where people talk softly.

I had Men in Black searching for me in a building. I sneak down stairs, and went invisible (influence from Deus EX: MD). They couldn't see me, but I feared they could still "feel" my footsteps on the ground. I accidentally kicked over a bottle (or something), betraying my location. I continued to sneak away. By trying to minimize the "weight" of my footsteps, I discovered I can "glide" right above the ground. This over time evolved into full-fledged flight, and I flew away from the facility. I somehow "knew" I was flying just south of San Francisco, moving from (roughly) San Mateo to the north-west. I was flying quite high, but the environment looked "industrial", like a harbor district. The architecture was surreal. There was a beautiful sunset. I saw a giant cargo ship on land, laying on its stern, leaning with the bow against a huge concrete structure. I flew under it, through the triangle-shaped opening underneath. As always, it felt exhilarating to fly, and I used (as is becoming the custom) the Superman pose, using my arm (clenched fist) to change direction. Again, changing direction was difficult for me for some reason. It's as if even though the laws of physics don't count, the law of momentum just refuses to go away. At some point, I encountered another character in the air, perhaps two. They did something I would prefer to forget.

Not such good recall this morning. Probably because I jumped up ready for work and almost forgot to remember dreams.

Stood in the street. Looking into a window of my house. My youngest daughter was sat talking to a lawyer, I knew it was about pizzas - something about her ordering a pizza that she knew she was too small to eat. I phoned the delivery company and asked them not to deliver the next pizza becasue she was already in trouble, they seemed ok about it.
Then I saw a taxi drive past the lawyer was sat in it with all his family. I knew it was all getting a bit serious.

Can't remember much else from last night!