non-lucid

(Look at me, being a lazy ass and not transferring my dreams from my notebook to this dream journal here. Phhhft.)

CD 5 post-AF pre-O

I worked at an oddities shop that had lots of interesting dusty things laying about. I came across a little mirrored jewelry box (it looked like the black one I got in South Korea) and noticed that if you looked into the mirror, it would hypnotize you. The mirror would start to glow orange-y and your eyes would too. It took control of your mind and made it some kind of slave. I was the only one who could withstand it because of all my mental disorders fucking my mind up, so when I looked into it, I could feel it circling my mind but unable to get in. It felt nice, like a high, so I just did it for fun. People started hearing about the mirror, and they all wanted to come to the shop to try it. When they came in, I'd take them to the back room while telling them how much I loved looking into it and they would try to withstand the mind control. If I saw their eyes start glowing, I'd pull the mirror away and they'd snap out of it. Everyone loved doing it since it felt so nice. At one point I went out to get something to eat, burritos, and when I came back, someone had looked into it without me there to pull them away, so everyone was freaking out and had no idea how to pull her out of it.

I was flying along a fence, terrified, running away from some horrible monster. As I'm flying, I realize that I'm dreaming and go lucid, so I keep flying forward and then shoot up into the sky, going higher and higher. I flew high past tall trees with many branches that were barren, and when I got super high I hesitated and then I wound up falling and couldn't stop. I closed my eyes right before I hit the ground... but there wasn't an impact. The closed eyes the dream unstable when I opened them, so that was a dumb thing to do. So I was sitting on the grass and I looked up and Seru was just kinda standing over me, I guess he caught me. I watched as he just stood there, looking around defensively like he was trying to protect me from something, and that's when I remembered the horrible thing that had been chasing me, and Seru was attempting, quite successfully, to keep it away. The dream was still pretty unstable, but I remembered a sensory technique involving focusing on all five senses, so I laid down in the grass and focused. The feel of the cool grass beneath me. The foresty noises of birds and shaking branches. The humidity. The look of all the trees and birds. The smell, but I couldn't smell any forest smells even though I tried... None of it was working. All the while Seru was standing there, now watching me with this expression like he was waiting for me to do whatever silly thing I was attempting. He also looked kind of pissed... then I realized he was annoyed because I was laying down, and I remembered that was a stupid as hell thing to do in a dream because it anchored you to your waking body. So yeah, I woke up.

Very high-detail dream. Characters demonstrate agency and the Sentinel makes another appearance, this time speaking to the other dream characters. I also engage my sense of smell in the dream.

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I am on facebook when I realised that one of my friends had changed her name to 'Vivian'. I feel quite annoyed that she has taken my name, even though it is my screen name an not my birth name. Focusing on the post causes me to be transported to her location in a small Tasmanian mountain town. I appeared near her in a house that was being used as a small, local day spa business. The visuals were extremely detailed, I felt as though I were actually there. The windows were fogged from the condensation. The staff asked us to be quiet so as to maintain the spiritual ambiance.

I followed her outside onto the street. It was quiet. The forested hillside across the river was cloaked in mist. Huge red stringy-bark eucalypts rose up amongst the greenery. I breathed in deeply and savoured the fresh, crisp air. I was going to say that I could smell the trees, but I realised that the scent of the air was quite neutral. I could physically feel the air rushing through my nostrils as I inhaled, and I hazard to guess that I was actually performing this action in the waking world. Despite the lack of scent, I was still very much aware of the sensation of smelling. I continued on down the quiet street with her.

"Did you really bring me here?" I asked. She didn't answer, but glanced at me awkwardly. "Am I really here?" I asked again. I seemed to be intangible to her.
"I don't know," she replied.
"But you answered me! So I must exist." I felt like my logic was flawless.

The town was reminiscent of the one in which we both grew up in. We wandered the streets for a while. There were many shops, but most were closed. I was still astounded at the level of detail here. We met a spritely man with grey hair. He was a priest and seemed to be in his mid 60s. He was one of the only people we had encountered in this town and he greeted us as we passed. My friend suggested I see their local museum while I was here. It was small and quaint. Even though we were in Tasmania, it featured an old Japanese boat, possibly used for whaling, and a preserved bronze figurehead of a tentacled sea monster.

The dream changed slightly. I was in a building that I believe to be my home. The priest had returned with five others. One was a dark-haired woman and there was a younger man who worked as a lawyer. They were all wearing white robes and gathered close around me. They seemed friendly but were very curious about me for some reason. They discussed me but I was unsure what they were talking about. The Sentinel appeared behind me in the form of a female, someone I believed to be a relative.
"She is already pregnant," she said, dashing their plans. They were dismayed.
"What do we do now? We're running out of time." The woman said to the others. I was under the impression that they needed a body, or perhaps to conceive a child, in order to extend their lifetime, and the priest was reaching his deadline.

The others left, talking amongst themselves with no more interest in me, but the priest remained. We spoke briefly, and then he began to fit and convulse. His robes had darkened from white to black. I rushed over and supported his body to help him, even though I was aware that it may have been a ploy. He recovered quickly, thanked me for my assistance and then left.

After over a year, dreaming has caught my attention again because I meditate every day (for about 2 weeks now)

a few days ago I was taking a nap. Because of more awareness and sleep deprivation I was able to fall asleep without drifting entirely away. I couldn't move and realized I must be sleeping, but I forced myself to wake up because I thought I heard steps

I decided to wait if I get a similar experience in the next few days.

Today I took a nap too, again with sleep deprivation. I was falling asleep and forced myself to stay in control. It was a little bit like WILD I guess, but I couldn't quite control everything when I was dreaming, the clarity and vividness were below average and the duration was ridiculous.

I remember being in the ocean at first. I knew I was dreaming so I tried to dive and breathe water. It worked, but not as good as I expected. I was floating underwater and observing a reef. I forgot that I was dreaming for a few moments, but I remembered it again when I saw a cat with a jetpack. I normally don't dream about such unrealistic things, but this time I did *shrugs*

I tried to make the cat-dream go away, took me about 20 seconds until I was on a street in a friendly looking neighborhood. Except there were huge weapons in every garage. I even had to destroy 2 weapons because they seemed to want to kill me when I stepped on their property. I didn't quite have control over this dream, I was however able to remember that it's just a dream and I was able to just walk away from the deadly weapons. I walked over to a guy who sold some random things, and I remembered that people in dreams often say interesting things, so I tried to talk with him. I didn't say anything, I just stared at him and expected him to say something but he simply stared back. I was trying really hard to make him say something, but then I woke up.

I might take another nap after my daily meditation and see if I can continue this dream.

Black: non-dream
Blue: non-lucid
Red: lucid

Dream 1 - Museum Crypts
I'm walking around someones property, it's a large grassy hill with a big house at the top and a big museum off somewhere to left... It's dark out now, I'm with someone but I don't know who, they don't seem important. After approaching the house at the top of the hill I walk around it, I distinctly remember looking up at it from the back and seeing it from a specific angle, which comes back later on...
Next I go to the museum, there's a crypt in there and some treasure to be found, dungeon booty. I progress through a marble entrance and then down some steps and find myself in the first section of the crypt, there are guardians here that defend the crypt, I kick the shit out of them... They seem to be lesser beast and stuff.
One more thing I should note... I'm immortal in this dream. People can try kill me but it never seems to damage me, and I also never seem to age, making me officially a bad-ass in my mind .
One of the guardians is a vampire , but not the lame sparkling kind -.- ... He looked exactly like Ben Kingsley and wore a dark sinister outfit with red trimming, in his hand he held a demonic looking sword. I met him as I was continuing my descent into the now-evil-cave-like tomb, where he stopped me in front of the final gate.
I knew that a special 'key' was needed to get in. It was made of three pieces, of which I possessed 2.. The key looked like a 1 metre long stone snake with ruby eyes, and I had the tail and mid-section of it. The vampire was particularly powerful, he killed my friend via decapitation and vowed to stand at the gate to prevent anyone from entering...

After suffering a demoralizing defeat I retreated. Some time must have passed as I seemed to have forgotten about the crypt, maybe 10 years?
Now I was with some new friends, one of which was the owner of the house on the grassy hill, he seemed young (20s) and had white hair, we went with a few others to the house and found it was burned down :/. I see the house from the same angle that I viewed the building originally, except only the framework was left, which was blackened and charred... We decided to go check out the crypt next.

We're walking through the crypt and encounter some weaker guardians, like stone knights or something. I kind of feel the memories come back, realizing I hadn't warned my comrades of the dangers here... We then encounter the gate, which a menacing man stands in front of, facing us with a blank stare. At first he seems lifeless, we walk around him and I suddenly start to remember him as the guardian vampire... I now realize he isn't actually dead . Well.. I mean he is a vampire so he is technically dead, but you know what I mean.
Next comes an epic battle, he surprise attacks my friend by kicking him 50 metres away where he slams into the other side of the room... we're all pretty damn strong and end up fighting him in something like a 5v1 showdown. I get the last piece of the snake and place it in the gate. Not sure what really happened to the fight, but we're now inside a huge treasure room with mountains of gold, gems, and jewellery. I think the battle starts continuing on behind me and I make a dash to a ledge.. On this ledge there's a nearby cat too, I think? I see a beautiful necklace with bronze wiring wrapping around three gems of sapphire and think to myself that my girlfriend would love it.. So I take my school backpack off and put it in.. Then I wake up..

Kind of got random towards the end as I was starting to wake up.

Other dream fragments:
-Walking down the geology hallway talking to a professor.

Dream incubation - how can i successfully practice objectless samatha on a daily basis?
No concluded answer from dream.

We were in the front yard of my girlfriends house, me my dad and some other person I do not know we're trying to open a box. My dad had a knife and a knife sharpener and begin to sharpen the knife on the wrong side. I pointed this out to him and he said oops and then he began to sharpen the knife on the correct side. The other guy who was there began to talk s*** to my dad. I thought if this guy goes any further I might have to hit him to defend my dad.

There was a lot of confusion about my paycheck and I wasn't paying what I was supposed to be getting paid. Finally I realize what they were doing wrong with my check and told them to correct it. They didn't realize that I made a mistake on my check and pay me the proper amount.

Sure will work for a car company and offered me a new Mustang. After offering me the Mustang I was unable to drive it. Then she took me to find my actual car but I asked her if I could trade my current call it in for a new one. She said yes I could with no problems. we walked along his car lot but we did not see my car so I use my key chain to sell my alarm. I told her I want a BMW if she had one.

There was a new baby cute kitty that was mine. I got really attached to this kitty. Somehow this kitty dropped and broke its finger nail or arm. I started to cry because I was really concerned for the kitties welfare. By this time the kitty had disappeared and I wondered where it was at

I was surrounded by all of these my girls and they asked me and my brother to dance with them. they put me and my brother up against a wall and then did some booty dancing with us. I commented that it feels really good. I was walking in the school and I came across my friend who doubted me all the time. she asked me how I was doing expecting me to be doing bad and I explained I'm doing really well. I told her I just got out of a meeting with Oprah and Donald Trump I thought how is this possible how can I be so lucky to have this well sharing with me. Donald Trump and Oprah asked me to get a monkey and I have my brother help out with that me and my brother were working with him. They seem to be really nice to us and really liked us and it seems as if they were taking us under their wing.

I seem to be in this strange world and some strange water but all this had to do with Guru Rinpoche.

I was on top of a roof at some time with get together or gathering and all these girls seem to really want me. I ran into my old friend Victor from Fort Worth. We were happy to see each other and talk about old memories we had when we were kids. I commented how we used to always use computer as if it was some kind of a library computer for the public

Me and my brother went to a Indian restaurant in the evening. The Indian guy serving us offered us some beans on dirty plates. I wanted to try the beans but my brother did not.

I walked by my friend with this girl it was seems to be a theater at night. I thought it was strange because his girlfriend was looking at me as if she wanted me. I completely ignore the girl in just walked past.

Had another dream about the nasty parasites from my last entry..

This time I'm getting out of bed (maybe a false awakening?) and notice my big toes feel funny, especially the left one. I look down and it is transforming into one of the parasites! I'm instantly freaked out of course. There are little legs coming off the sides and the end has a head protruding from it. As I walk into the living room each step brings pain from that toe and a tingly sensation from the other one. I sit down at the computer to look up what to do about it and as I glance again at my toe I notice my walking has crushed the head of the bug and its blood is pooling beneath my skin creating a big purple bubble of disgustingness. I'm almost relieved that it could possibly be dead, but horrified that there's a large dead bug INSIDE my freaking flesh, oozing its goop out everywhere. My other toe starts to have twinging pains in it and I think the second bug is growing in there.

Bleeehhhhh so disgusting..

Luckily I went on to have some DEILDs filled with adult fun. Definitely helped de-stress me! If I'd woken directly up from the parasite dream I'd probably be having a shitty day.. lol

Someone had assigned me to re-write the star wars prequels. I don't remember much of the dream but all of the star wars characters from both the prequels and the original series were sitting in an auditorium. For some reason Aang from last airbender was in there too.

I remember changing the story up. In version I wrote, Anikin was like this Anti-Hero character who never really went to either the light or dark side of the force. He never had a relationship with Padme, either. Obi Wan was never really friends with him either.


I was a korean schoolboy who was always late for school. I remember our house had an escalator in it that could be set to either up or down.

My mom, who was also korean in the dream was talking about somebody who rushes will forget to set the escalator from down to up when they rush back upstairs because they forgot something, and actually ended up wasting more time not switching the escalator to up and down modes.

I then remember she gave me my lunch. My lunch turned out to be the international space station? (ultimate WTF) I looked in my lunchbox and there was a mini space station in it. It turned out it was my birthday lunch and it was made out of cake. There was also a little space shuttle cookie.

I ran out the door but apparently we lived in a city in Korea and I was on the top of a very tall apartment tower. I fell like a cartoon character in third person and hit the street and made a deep hole shaped like myself.

Dream #2

Start

I had a dream that I was riding down my bike down 5th avenue and I think it was some kind of fair, I was riding my bike with my dad, and I remember there were these two girls that were following us. They may or may not have been intentionally following us. Eventually me and my dad stopped at this store to get something, and they stopped as well and asked us for directions and help. I remember we didn't want to help them because they were from a place that we didn't like (lol) and we got sort of mad at them. I vaguely remember another part of this dream but not enough to describe it. There was another part though. I remember more of it now! The two girls were in front of us, and one of them thought that I was staring at her from behind even though I wasn't. (Like staring at her inappropriately/checking her out)Then me and my dad overtook them and went in front of them, and I could still hear them talking about how they thought I was a creep or something. So I stopped riding for a second and got off my bike so that I blocked their paths and they had to stop. I turned around, and said "Look, I'm sorry you thought I did that, I didn't just so you know, I apologize for it." Then for some reason as soon as I started talking to them about it, the girl who thought I did it immediately looked extremely sorry and almost started to cry. She apologized then as well. Then we continued riding, my dad throughout all of this was pretty oblivious. Eventually I felt like the girls and I were semi/tentative friends. They were teenagers and about my age a little older. We stopped at a store to buy something or rest, and they stopped to to ask us for directions. We asked them where they were from and I believe that we didn't like the answer they got from us, I think it was something with an H like "the Hamptons" so we got sort of mad at them. Here I believe my dream transitioned into something else, a different dream, but I forget the plot of that one. It involves a temple of some sort.

End

My experience with this one was a little weird. When I woke up, I stayed in bed trying to remember the dreams I had. After trying for around 3 minutes, I got up and went over to my computer to try to document this. Only after being on my computer for a couple minutes it suddenly came to me. This was pretty odd.

Possible Dream Signs:

• Like my previous dream, I was with a FAMILY member
• Traveling, last dream I was in a car, this time I was on a bike
• Both dreams seemed to take place in NYC

That's all I can think of for now.

(Excuse the messy Journal writing.It was done fast)
I was on my bed creating a music on a music box type of item. There were a few girls around in pajamas congratulating me for making such beautiful music. Even my mom. But than i started thinking about how i want to dream of dawn. I closed my eyes and lay down than appeared outside a house. Where a girl with red/orange spiky hair was in. I wanted to touch her hair and was pulled in by curiosity. I had come in with googles in my hand an was told by the girl that i could play with her. Oddly i felt today was the day of a tragedy event. We were playing around in the colorful park like field that was in the house when suddenly i had the urge that i should go cause i wanted to find Dawn. There were two boys there present and a mom who was telling the girl that it was time to leave. I lost lucidity and felt like the boys took my camera. I ran after them and they mentioned how they didn't have it. I went back and found it somewhere. After that i think i appeared on a bed than thought of Dawn.

After thinking of Dawn i appeared in what looked like the same place i was in before. Dawn came too but didn't seem interested. For some odd reason the place changed into a big bathroom and i asked him to brush his teeth with me. He said no because i was going to try and get him in the shower with me. Thats when things started to turn into a clothing store. I wanted to pick out interesting, cool clothing for Dawn but as i was choosing he walked away to kiss a girl. I told a girl dc near me how Dawn was being super annoying ignoring me when i was going to choose clothes for him. I followed him and some others and the place became a huge mall with orange/brown covered walls. We were trying to find our way around together but than Dawn didn't want to go with me the way i was going. He wanted to go the other way with the girl. I decided to leave them be and ranted to a somewhat fat guy dc that was with me.

He mentioned how dawn was just being a (insert word i forgot here). Than we ran around some stairs with a kung fu old guy behind us trying to teach us something. The big guy got too excited though and ran too fast around. He made the stairs jump and broke a step. We ran to tell security about the broken stairs but a girl dc came back saying that they were just lining people up and not listening.I went up to the person she talked to than the person who ran the place and he mentioned how i explained it a lot better cause he understood now. After that we walked away and i ended up walking behind my family,some people i dont know and it was in a city place. My mom mentioned about how one of the people there was carrying a money bag and i felt my head because the back part was hurting a bit. When i woke myself up my neck was hurting because of the bun on my head or because it was turned in a uncomfortable position. I'm fine now though.^^

Morning of July 22, 2015. Wednesday.



This title is not that relevant - as the cat itself does not glow, but for some reason it just came into my head as the title (and who am I to “argue” with self-titling excursions into the surreal).

Yet again my dream alters the features and layouts of real locations. This time our bed that is in real life in what would otherwise be the dining room (head to the west) is now in the front computer room, which is adjacent to our older children’s rooms; the head to the east (though feasible, not that likely to be as such - especially as our oldest son’s room has a window in his wall into the room). At the same time, the computer desk is near the window (where the bed was).

I “realize” that I am at 611 North Monroe Street (in America), which I rarely dream about anymore, especially considering I have not lived there since early 1968 (before moving to Cubitis off Highway Seventeen). My cat Tiger (long gone in reality), an orange tabby, is walking about. I “realize” that I am about seven years old but am concerned that Tiger has stepped in paint and is tracking it around the room. He is hesitant and shaking each leg in rotation, just as in reality when a cat steps in questionable liquid. However, the footprints are like a light and almost like a “hole” as well, somehow.

I “remember” after the tracks are giving off an annoying amount of light, that I can “turn off the footprints” (that is, anything glowing in the room) with a special light switch. I move my hand around to feel for it but cannot find it. I vaguely also recall (real memory) that there is a stack of about six or seven comic books on the left side of the toilet tank in the bathroom and am wondering if they will be knocked into the toilet as a result of the cat’s actions. I am trying to remember if this already happened at a previous time and if as such they had been there for several days thus far (which makes no sense of course).

The cat walks up the wall, leaving an even pattern of footprints (which start to look more like upright five-pointed stars than cat paw prints), almost to the ceiling. “Come down from there,” I command. The animal comes down and starts purring very loudly on my chest but seems eventually to be my own breathing (and likely Zsuzsanna’s as well).

My thinking falls into the slightly abstract. I realize that a “star pentagon” is not a pentagon at all but a decagon (as it has ten sides and angles, not five sides and angles). I feel a strange uneasiness over humanity being “wrong” yet again, then realize everything in the world is misnamed and misunderstood anyway, so it does not matter that much.

I approach three (unknown) girls in somewhat plain dresses (sitting on the floor in the form of a triangle for the most part) who seem to be speaking Portuguese and involved in an occult ritual. There is unexplainable luminosity in the setting. Looking more closely, I see they are actually playing Jacks. However, looking again, I see the game box looks suspiciously like some sort of ritualistic system with the box shaped like a hexagon. I then confirm this by the fact that, even though they are playing Jacks, it is on a hexagram painted carefully on the floor. Then I get annoyed once again as I realize that the “hexagram” is actually a type of dodecagon, as it has twelve angles and twelve sides, not six angles and six sides.



“No one knows what anything is,” I say calmly. One of the girls (to the left and closest to where I am standing) turns and looks at me curiously though smiles in understanding and seeming familiarity (with a vague thought she is my wife when much younger). She says, “A minha estrela guia” (“my guiding star”) and I am not sure if she means me or the game piece (Jack) she is holding. Then I realize she may not have said “A minha estrela guia” but “I’m in Australia”, which sounds the same (and it slowly dawns on me that this is yet another “missed clue” or “confirmation”, of millions, about finding Yin incarnate, yet I recall I already have).

I feel slightly nervous and enter a more luminous state of “quivering” (where the foreground and background quickly shift inversely to each other) and see a large electric fan (all white, including the blades) where the rotary keeps changing in diameter, smaller and larger, but somewhat randomly. The fan blades sometimes curve out as if in attempt to touch or at least reach me (with a perceived sense of care and compassion, not as a threat). The imagery shifts in unusual ways. Every now and then, a small narrow crocodile head emerges (again, with no sense of threat, and the mouth remains closed) horizontally and evenly from the center and is seemingly pulled back in. Other things the spinning fan blades become is a cycad palm, a sunflower, and some sort of floral kaleidoscopic design. I watch it for quite some time (with a vaguely perceived buzzing) and eventually shift into a dream where Steve J (an old classmate) and I are walking just below rafters on roof support beams and ceiling joists in a large building. The rafter patterns become more and more complex. This last part, Zsuzsanna says she also dreamt of - though she was the one walking mainly on the hanging beams (without any actual reason or prior cause to dream as such, though this shared dreaming happens fairly often). (However, I did have a lot of similar dreams when about thirteen.)

Ol Mate Kyle
Im at some kind of function and I see Kyle Potter and others. We're all having a laugh. I ask him what he's dad is doing. He tells me that he's in Thailand 1 week on 1 week off with his girlfriend to see her family. I tell him that my dad needs to do something similar, and that he's a hermit. I add that I'm kinda similar so I can't really talk. Kyle says that his dad made some kinda layered pancake for this function years ago and failed. But he was awarded for his effort. I tell him that I have an idea, and should make some vegemite toast and cut them into small triangles. I'm joking. A waiter brings food over to us, which ends up being cake. I grab a small piece and begin to eat it. I jump the gun a little, as they have plates that they hand u moments after u pick your cake. There's moose and other similar things on the plate. The cake was chocolate mud cake, with chocolate icing. Kyle seems very welcoming and likes me.

Free Hugs
I'm in a house, in the kitchen. I see Ash Kendon. I'm being jokingly mean to her in a flirtatious way. I think she starts getting offended. I could tell she wanted some attention off of me. I think of writing a sign that says free hugs, or get something that says that on my phone and hold it up In Front of her.

It was in a fort, and there were some kind of elections. There were lots of politicians, talking about something that I can't quite recall. We were sitting high above the ground. I had enough of their talking, so I made a super high jump to a roof in a nearby city, a roof in a chinese alley. Suddenly I heard a voice telling me about a tiger guardian.