non-lucid

-I had a PR0N folder on my PS4. Some other people were playing it and I was trying to hide the folder.

-I was at the cafeteria at my college. Manei was there and she had a thin mustache. (I think you should just give up on that whole 'appearing as a boy' thing.) She asked me if she could borrow a razor. But she wanted some kind of special razor with a pencil taped onto the end of it. Being non-lucid I declined. There was also this weird part where I saw the inside of her stomach.

-Something to do with my grandfather hosting some kind of family gathering that was very awkward. This old bully from my school was there and the party was supposed to 'force' us to have to make amends.

00:07 bedtime

Lots of dreams during the night -- just interested in catching up on sleep, and it got really cold (-12C) during the night, so with the exception of the below dream which I particularly spent effort on recalling they all evaporated . But this was a pretty awesome dream with fun flying so it's OK.

08:40

+ (mini-epic) flying speed control lessons with superman (fists [medium], flat hands [top speed], arms down [slow]) then lots of practice

I'm (DO?) following cars down a highway, they're testing steering control during heavy ABS usage, how well the cars and veer left and right under full ABS heavy breaking, and how fast they can stop. I feel like I've forgotten something at home so I tell the others I'm going to fly home to get it.

I turn to the right and take off into the air. I decide to try flying this time with my arms at my sides, it works fine. I'm heading up in to the (B?) hills and there are a fairly large group of people at the top of the hill, I do no want to give away my presence/flying ability to them so I bank to the left, there are still some people there but fewer.

I'm on the (back steps of my childhood home by the top near the garage?) I'm standing with two (?) people, one is a girl, I'm talking about a (different?) girl and I'm feeling a bit leery about giving away my identify (as superman?). As we're talking I'm doing something with (putting a shoe in and out?) a (tree stump? / hole?)

I go up to the street and start flying, superman is with me and I ask him about speed control. He shows me that you can modify your speed setting by the gesture you make with your hands. I wonder about punching the arm forwards but he doesn't mention that.

Closed fists mean medium sped, open flat hands mean full high speed, and (arms at the side?) means low speed. I try both fists and open hands and do experience a speed difference.

We're flying very low over the roofs of the neighbor's houses (G and M's house probably) in face my waist bag/belt buckle is scraping along the roof of one house, and we (land/appear) on the lawn. There's some contractor there complaining that we busted the <something>. I know our guy can build a better <something> and I see him working on it. It ends up being a small square (about 1 foot square) piece of wood with smaller pieces of wood that have been attached perpendicularly to the plane of the square piece and sawed off and sanded down.

As we're walking away from this area we pass a table with a lot of muffins on them. My attention is grabbed by a quite large "strawberry muffin" that has different cake colors on it but most importantly a section with pink cake with red chunks like a red velvet muffin and I reach for this and so does some body else, and I yell "Get the FUCK off my strawberry muffin!"

We do some more flying and and up in an open outdoor area. I've lost track of superman and say "OK, where's flyboy?"

I look over a railing down a hill and think about flying down there.

Lots of flying moments with fists and open flat hands working on speed control.

Just two short fragments. I will not be able to post any dream for the next couple days as I am going on a short holiday, let's hope I have a lucid while I am over there. That would be cool .

Non-Lucid
Questioning
Lucid

Fragment One:
I am in a war, defending a castle. There are multiple waves of soldiers coming from trenches wearing gear that looked like it had to be from WW1. I was carrying a sniper and started shooting soldiers that were advancing to the final trench. I downed four of them and saw a cow that looked out of place (don't know why I didn't become lucid because of this.) It looked like it was out of a cartoon and I shot it four times before it fell. My view then completely changed and I was a soldier in the trenches running towards the cow's owner. He seemed very distressed and I told him we should cook and eat the cow to honour it's memory. I touched the cows corpse and some cooked steaks from minecraft appeared. We both began to eat the steaks before the dream faded.

Fragment Two:
I was at a university of some kind and carrying a project I hoped to impress some judges with. I'm not totally sure what I was but I somehow dropped it and began to chase after it as it bounced away. The scene changed and I was at a port where my project was about to fall into the ocean. Another student that was much faster than me began to chase it as well. He passed me and as the project dropped off into the water. The other student jumped off onto the ocean and began running on the water. I dived into the water and wondered mid-air how on earth this guy was not sinking. I hit the water but seemed to be ultra bouyant and bobbed right up again. The other person ran towards me and dragged me out of the water before I woke up.

- Have my second Lucid.
- Have a conversation with a DC.
- Fly.
- Find my Dream Guide.

This dream happened some time between 2003 and 2013 though I think it was closer to 2008 or 2009.

In waking life, I often went to a junky building (honestly it was in dilapidated shape in the last few years before it closed) which was a store; this transferred to the dream. In one of the dreams I somehow destroyed this store and the owner thanked me. (You're welcome.)

1.19.15

Last night bed round 11pm - 7:40am, then 11am.

DR from day before:

I'm in someones house. Looking at the map, trying to find a way out of there. It's a new place, never been there before, and I don't know how to get back home from there. We are turning the map all kinds of ways, but it still doesn't show what we need.

So I go out on the balcony, which now looks like my mom's place. I'm talking to someone below. I'm naming streets like Moldon or Moulten, and Beltway. Now I know at least first few streets and I should be ok.

I'm going down to the garage and my car is blocked by things. Some people there make some stupid remarks. I first let it go, but then I reply to them and I immediately regret it. I should have let it go.

(I was looking at google maps that day and before, and those are real street names, or very close to them)

DR Last night:

I'm in a huge apartment building, that looks like that superstructure in latest Dredd movie. Lots of corridors, doors, people. But friendly athmosphere. I have a feeling we are all new there, just came there from some other place.

There is a rumor that president Obama is coming to visit us and welcome us. His people are already there. Some lady is showing us how to set our phones so we can take pictures. She wants to do it on my phone, but I tell her I can do it.

I see a room with tables in long lines, white tablecloth, plates and glasses, flower centerpieces. I had no idea they had prepared it.

Now we see 3 black cars coming by ar hight rate of speed. It's him. The car door opens and I'm hoping it will take him a second to get out, while his security guys check it out outside, so I have time to pull out my camera.

Now he is walking, I can see him clearly. He looks very focused, in black suit.

He is suppose to talk to all of us individually. It's my turn. So I go and sit at a table opposite to him. He looks so real. His face, body, voice, manners. He is asking me some questions and I'm answering. I'm not nervous, I know it's a good thing to talk to him. Then he takes off his jacket and he is rolling up his sleeves on a white dress shirt. I know my "interview" is over and I say thank you for the conversation. He is ready to talk to the public. Some video is shown, and he takes that time to talk to some other people, which now is my mom's turn. I know she is asking him to help me. I'm like whoa, not embarrasing at all.

(Obama dream, because I saw his twitter on Ophelia's twitter account)

19.01.2015

Teleporting to uncharted islands. (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

There was a friend who had the ability to teleport with a machine. He was teaching me how to build the machine and we took a few attempts. We appeared at a gym and there was a big bee also. The guy told me to ignore the bee and he started to tell me that he could also travel in time and to places that were not yet discovered.

He told me about some tiny islands that were uncharted. I wanted to teleport there and I could see that I appeared in some tiny islands, they were below the Earth crust and there were creatures that are unknow to this world. Also, there was no light and the island was no longer than a foot long. I could not fit and I teleported back to the old gym.

From here, I went to a festival related to arcade games.







There were a ton of weird arcades that I have never seen in my life. I stopped by one arcade and some dude pushed me to the site in order for him to play it. I sat on an arcade next to him trying to figure what was going on. The arcade had no screen and I wondered how it could be played.

There was also a big and darker room where people were playing Word of Warcraft. I told myself that I never played that game and never will. I also realized they were giving away Nintendo 3DS XL if you played the game. I figure it would be addicting so I passed.

I went to a campsite, it was night and there were some strange animals. They looked like Pokemon, but like real life and making weird noises.

19.01.2015

Lemon car wont break (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I went to some Mexican neighborhood and some dude had an old manual transmission car. It looked really like a lemon, ready to go to the junkyard, but I took a test drive.







The transmission was super smooth and the engine roared like if it was a sports car. On the interior it looked on and there were some papers around. I picked up my wife an showed her how smooth the drive was.

It was a nice drive, and I actually liked the car. I drove it until night until I saw there was some huge party, blocking the street. The car was speeding and upon trying to break, the car did not... I panicked and I could not even warn the people (honk not working) so I started to run over people. Even though there was no blood, no bumps, nothing, it was like if they were holograms and other people around did not seemed to care. I woke up a little altered.

19.01.2015

Happy client after Banishing (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was called by a client because of something that happened in her home when I was there.

I got to a big building, kind of futuristic and very dark. The walls were gray, looked like concrete and the door was made out of dark wood. The lady opened the door and she had a ton of gadgets and a very fancy decor.

Apparently, my twin flame and I did a spirit banishing work at her house. I could not recall such event but she even knew the name of my twim flame (who in real life I have done banishings with) Aparently, during the ritual, Olga dented some pricey figure.

My client wanted us to pay to fix it and well, we found it fair. She was happy of my honestly and I knew Olga would be happy to do so as well. Our client told me that she will be happy to work with me in the future, that she was going to need readings and that all the entities were gone and her house felt safe again.

I'm looking at a man lying on the floor, bound in ropes, while a woman talks to me about him. He doesn't have a shirt and the ropes are cutting into his skin, I can smell blood, though he's otherwise unhurt. I can't see his face. The woman's saying, "We would walk a (something) of this guy. (Something long) lest he move-" I'm thinking that this situation reminds me of something I did under Charlemagne's rule.

FK, catching up with Janette. She's shocked to learn I haven't turned anyone since we separated in 1683 - it's been a century or two since then. She finds it impossible to imagine spending all that time without your own kind.

On the subject of writing, the man I'm speaking with is arguing that using a gateway to hell as a plot device is trite. The gateway to hell should be the book itself, not a device.

Walking aimlessly down the halls of the McKittrick Hotel, I was considering passing the time at Hecate's replica bar - she'll be out for a while yet but it's always possible someone interesting will stop in. But I heard the beautiful sound of a piano coming from the room just beyond the bar's entrance, and followed it, and met a classical composer who I could not convince to give me his name.

I'm trying to hold a conversation with a giant. He's holding an ax, the blade of which is currently buried in the roof of a building, and there are a few terrified people running away - they're being very loud and making it difficult for me to continue our conversation. But the giant's just thanked me for something, and I respond in disbelief, "You thanked a jinxed magician." That's something you shouldn't do, very bad luck.

It was in the middle of the night. The sky was clear but I couldn't see any star. I was standing in front of the campfire. In the background I could see a village with victorian houses. Gothic cathedral was barely visible in the darkness. The campfire gave dim, moody light. I saw random adventurers. Some of them stayed close to the light, but th rest was hidden in the darkness, leaving only black silhouettes in sight. We were sitting there until the morning, then we moved to the forest. We were fighting with groups of small, red demons weilding scimitars and bucklers. There were also some zombies shambling in the distance.

Morning of January 19, 2015. Monday.



This is another typical King Street boarding house dream, with nothing relevant to my character or present life. It is a dream I could have had thirty years ago and not known the difference in waking up then or now. Still, I document everything for long-term study (as always, since early childhood) regardless of the type that seems like residual “what if” dregs from the 1980s.

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I make my way to King Street. A male I knew at that time, Don K, is walking with me at one point, carrying a couple full bottles of wine. We end up going into the house through the main front entrance and the landlord and landlady (though started by the landlord), both deceased in reality, go into a bizarre rhythmic “mantra” (with the accented phrasing in the opposite areas as would otherwise seem normal). It seems like some sort of insult to anyone that goes into their house, including a relevance to their desire to be alone. The “song” is one of the oddest things I have heard in a long time.

Don and I end up in the pinhead’s (Leonard S) old room at the southern end of the house. The room is mostly empty. We then drink from different wine bottles. I notice that my bottle, in addition to containing red wine, is also thick with dry powder that does not fully blend with the wine and is apparently crushed sleeping pills. Still, I drink parts of it in small amounts, not really wanting the full effect of either. In reality, I had never taken any form of medication of this kind and rarely ever drank. I attempt to stir it but there is so much powder, the fluid nature of the wine is minimal and nearly too viscous to flow naturally from the bottle. I take about five drinks over time. We are seemingly going to go to Third Street and perhaps meet with others but my dream fades.

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What is interesting is that in the past, I was often within dreams of the future, including those involving the “mystery girl”. Now that I actually “live the dream” so to speak, I often mentally travel to mundane facets of the past (with alternate histories and even no-longer necessary “rehearsals”), almost as if it is some sort of “balancing” function to remind me of the human aspects and encounters of my otherwise legend-like path.

Don was actually the one to inform me of the King Street house availability (while we both worked at the same factory), which was my first unshared apartment in real life at seventeen. It is interesting in that Don was also the worst possible reference I could have had, yet once the owners learned that I was not at all like Don, they let me rent the apartment. Ironically, he was evicted from his apartment shortly after I moved into mine, for drunkenness and leaving broken glass on the lawn.

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Pretty cool dream, I would've liked to have remembered more of it but I only remembered this much after I'd been thinking about it for a while. I actually didn't think I'd dreamt of anything but luckily the memories hit me like a bag of bricks and I scrambled for my journal to write as much as I could.

Non-Lucid
Questioning
Lucid

I am in a huge park with my mum, we're in a group of people and are hiking to the top of a mountian. I am talking to her about different things and I suddenly notice there seems to be a guide at the front. He seems quite un-realistically muscular and dressed like a boy scout leader/park ranger. He is wearing a beige shirt with an orange neck tie with the same beige colour shorts. The guide is also wearing what looks like a ten-gallon hat. As I stop looking at the guide, we reach the top of the mountain. He hands me an empty potato sack and tells me to slide down the mountain. I look where he's telling me to go and it seems quite dense with vegetation with a couple rocks to the side. Regardless I listen to him and prepare myself to slide down.

Memory Gap

I am now at the bottom of the mountain and my mum is behind me again even though she didn't go down with me. I see the entrance to the park and see that there is a booth where people are being given wristbands to allow access. I look at my own wrist and see that I didn't have one, I begin to wonder how I even got into the park without a wristband but dismiss the thought as I want to focus on getting past the booth without being caught. I begin to act like I have a wristband and as I walk past the booth I see two girls roughly my age in there, one has straight brown hair and the other has blonde, curly hair. They are both quite attractive, however I hear some of my friends, they are in a carpark that is completely covered in red/orange gravel. They seem to be playing a more violent form of soccer/football so I decide to join them.

Memory Gap

My friends start leaving and I want to go back into the park now. I start walking towards the gate and on my way I look to my right and see part of a fence that has been completely torn off for some reason I got the slightest hint that I was dreaming because of the fence but once again I wanted to focus on reentering the park without any trouble. I enter a group of people that have their wristbands, catch one last look of the two girls and enter the park once again before the dream fades.

One of my longer dreams actually, even though I forgot some chunks of it. One part I would've like to have remembered was the slide down the mountain. Shame that I forgot about it but at least I didn't totally forget the whole thing. I get the feeling that I've seen the brown haired girl before in my first lucid dream now that I look back on it, she was the one that told me to move carefully otherwise I would wake up. Could she be my dream guide? That would be pretty cool. I'm also beginning to notice that I am questioning dreams more, however I seem to get rid of the thought, I'm not sure why but maybe It's something I need help with.

- Have my second Lucid Dream.
- Have a conversation with a DC.
- Fly.
- Find my Dream Guide.

Added another goal, If that girl is my dream guide I would love to tick that off the box of goals that I have, maybe she can help me.

My first lucid experience this year! It's tiny but its encouragement that I am on the right path.
Dream 1: Non-Lucid
I was travelling aboard a cruise ship/ferry with a lot of people from my school. It was all going well until some sort of sea monster appeared on the radar and started swamping us with waves. We managed to stay upright after one pass by of the monster, but the second attack flipped us upside down and we began to sink. I managed to swim out the door and up to the surface, just before I ran out of oxygen. Gasping for breath, I saw about a dozen other people who had survived, out of the 50-100 on board. The monster dissapeared after that, presumably down with the ship, so we swam to the shore and set about finding civilization. We came across an ancient roman complex and discovered we were in Italy, and so two of the survivors who could speak Italian started conversing with a woman there and I went off exploring the beautiful villa. I woke up then due to my brother.
Dream 2: Lucid Kinda
I was at school (surprise surprise dreamsign ) and during recess I was in the library trying to find a book. A girl came up and we started talking, And I ended up arranging to meet her after school. I went on to Politics class, which had my brother in it as well which was a bit odd. The lesson flew past with me thinking about what had happened before,almost conscious but not quite. Then the teacher span around and asked my brother, "Do you know what we have talked about for the past 50 minutes!" and he didn't know. She then turned on me and asked the same, and I couldn't reach anything. (I think that actually helped give me some consciousness as it is similar to the reality check of asking yourself how and why you re where you are and what did you do previously) After that the teacher went on to my brother about all these levels of punishment he would be getting, and I sorta tuned out and thought about things more. Bit by bit I became more and more aware until I suddenly thought "This must be a dream", feeling a little foolish because I thought I was just daydreaming/imagining the scene at that time. Lo and behold however when I did that I got a shot of awareness and ding a ling lucidity . Unfortunately I woke up immediately without being able to do anything, I just got tingly all over and started feeling my own body. Ah well, better luck next time!

It's some holiday to do with romance, and Bai Suzhen's sitting in a field beside a small river, psyching herself up. Xiaoqing's to her right, encouraging her. As part of her training, Bai Suzhen's been sort of playing celestial matchmaker. She's set up various marriage possibilities for Xu Xian, putting in a great deal of time and effort, and she intends to bring it to a finish today, on this holiday. Of course, as a disembodied observer I'm aware this won't work out the way she planned - today's the day she'll meet Xu Xian in physical form for the first time, and their usual story will proceed from there.

In a scene involving a giant globe and the phrase, "You were being extremely literal about wanting to travel the globe, huh," 23-26 degrees longitude is highlighted.

There was brief lucidity these past two nights, lots of it. Lots and lots of layer 1’s. I saw Marcus quite a bit. Sorry for my low activity on the website though.


Somebody was telling me about how you could have better sex dreams if you were to take two pillows and *ahem* orient them in such a way as to *ahem* enhance the experience.


There was a dream involving my religious choices and some strong personal emotions. I’m gonna skip this one for the sake of not inflaming any passions. (Including my own.)


I vaguely recall being on my college campus with D. There was some kind of battle going on that I had to participate in. I don’t recall the specifics but it was important. I recall the campus being akin to a war-zone. There were burning buildings, crashed cars and the likes. Neither D or I seemed particularly concerned though.

We were making our way back to the dormitories I began to take note that despite the area being akin to a war-zone there were not any people actually fighting. I think a couple of jets flew in low and that was about it.

I became partially lucid at one point and was somehow involved in ‘fighting for my lucidity’. There were some robots attacking me as well. For some reason, I thought of Soul Eater and wanted to see if I could transform myself into a living weapon.

It worked. I made my right arm into a black and silver scythe blade. I saw some more robots coming in and I made my arm into an axe with a long handle. I then recall manifesting knives to fall on and impale my enemies. I was making my way along the side of the cafe by my dorm at this point.

I then came across three golems. I ‘remembered’ that these were the three spirits of lucid dreaming or some such nonsense and that I had to protect/save them from the robot menace. They were golems made of bamboo. One was the typical green, another larger one was blue and there was an even larger red one.

Each of the three golems was meant to represent something about myself but I couldn’t figure out what they were. I was pointing out what I thought they represented. I thought of the chackras and thought that red symbolizes survival and therefore the red golem might indicate my survival ability. Blue symbolizes creativity and expression, so he might represent that. Green represents love and that is the smallest. The others don’t even seem to be present.

My grandfather showed up and I was now in my backyard. The golems were still there. He told me that I shouldn’t turn my body into a weapon because it is an evil power. I noticed that my arms were still scythe blades. I then (for some reason) thought of something that had been said to me in an old star wars Jedi game, where the Master states that the Jedi can use ‘dark’ abilities such as force choke and and sith lightning, and although these abilities are considered evil, they are used with good intentions.

The golems backed me up saying that I had protected them from the robots with my ‘dark power’ and the golems were very kind, respected beings. They understood and explained things to him.

I started to become more lucid and wake up, as the dream broke down I just began recycling and considering my philosophy on dreaming. The idea that if someone embraces only good or only evil, they might become out of balance.


S and I were hanging out and S had asked me to drive and get the pizza that he had ordered. He hadn’t ordered from the normal pizza place, he had ordered from this specialty place that was supposedly both really good and quite far away. (also quite expensive from what I could recall.)

I was driving down the expressway. (In a completely unfamiliar region by the looks of it.) I had no sense of direction or where I was heading.) I kept feeling like I was missing the exit or something. Eventually I decided to simply get off the expressway and try to ask for directions or something.

I pulled into the parking lot of a hotel. It had a name like the ‘Chippewa’ hotel or some native american tribe name. I ‘remembered’ that the place was run by a native american man that someone in my family or immediate friends knew. The hotel had a main building with a lobby, pool and a ten story tower with rooms, as well as private cabins in the woods behind the hotel.

The front door was locked and I made my way around the back. There was a large terraced garden and a driveway leading into the woods and the first couple of log cabins. There was also a playplace with some children playing at it. I wandered around the hotel for awhile.

At some point, somebody stole my car.

…

I tried to call my parents but my phone was dead.

…

I became semi lucid. For some reason, I thought of a character from my comics, a spirit known as Ateria.

In my Comics, Ateria is a psychic spirit who will possess a person work with a person to aide them in their travels. She grants a wide range of powers including astral projection, enhanced strength and speed, telekinesis, and mind reading. But her greatest power is carbon alchemy, allowing her to take carbon from any non-living source, usually the carbon dioxide in the air and convert it to diamond, carbon fiber, graphite, graphene, or hydrocarbons (oil, gasoline, natural gas). With this, Ateria and her host can create a massive variety of objects.

“Ateria, Carbon Bike.”

She created a carbon Motorcycle that was black and white. Diamond formed the engine and rigid components and carbon fiber made up the tires and seat. I got on and started riding, but the bike was uncontrollable and I rode off of the drive and through the back door of the hotel. And wouldn’t you know it, the pizza place I was looking for was right in there.

Manei was there, and she had the pizza that I had been asked to get. Though for some reason the ‘pizza’ was actually a giant pizza sized chocolate chip cookie in a pizza box. And of course (because logic can go die.) I didn’t get lucid.

There was something strange about Manei. She has this odd hairstyle with three or four braids. Wasn’t the craziest outfit/hairstyle that I have come across but it was noticeable.

There were a bunch of people who walked in to the pizza place. They were mostly parents and little kids who looked to be a part of a birthday party. My parents were in the crowd as well. They said something awkward/embarrassing to me.

I started getting like a chuck-e-cheese vibe from the place as more and more of these people came in.

Manei wanted me to put her number in my phone, even though my phone was dead earlier, it worked now. I opened it up and saw that I already had it. This was my contacts list in my dream phone.

Contacts:

Parents -0004

Pare nts -00004

Polic -09011

Manei -7642

Mar1cus -1001

I felt empowered on the motorcycle and decided that I would just ride south and live in the tropics. With Ateria by my side, I could manifest a pile of diamond and sell it, and live happily for the rest of my life. Manei asked if she could come with me. I told her that she reminded me of someone that I knew, and that if she wanted to, she was welcome to join me. But she had to play it by my rules. She seemed OK with that and got on.

We rode out the door, down the drive and into the sunset. All of the people from the party were watching us though. It was like the end of a movie or something and-



Oh. Right… um… I'm dreaming... that would make a lot more sense with the context of everything that has happened… and the girl who looks just like Manei. Well the dream is over now.