non-lucid

Sooo...My brother told me I haven't been experiencing SP when I wrote SP in my dream journal. I don't know. I guess its just a dream that feels like it but isn't. Its confusing. Anyways I 'm going to write yesterdays dream.

Awkwaaard

I recall walking with my mom in the street and notice a car on the sidewalk. I notice two people are having it in the car. I ask my mom " How come the police haven't noticed them doing that? Aren't they supposed to get a ticket?" My mom said its probably because no one saw them. Than we just kept walking until we got into our house. I think in there I saw my dog Max. I was with two other guys and I was trying to push my dog in the corner of a cabinet. I don't remember why. He was his normal mixed breed self but changed into a purebred German Shepherd. Than ran to a room and fell asleep in a doggy bed where he changed into another dog. I decided to go upstairs after that and was shocked to find a girl in my house who had her shirt up for some guy I don't know. (Thought it was my bro) I was lucid than but still felt like beating her up. I grabbed her and smashed her face on a wall. After that I grabbed her than threw her out the house. I let the boy walk away because I didn't really care about him at the moment. I closed the door and she tried coming back in. She opened the door so I took a mop and whacked her with it. Than I woke up.

(I have false memories of having moved to an English speaking country recently...)
I'm returning to my apartment, carrying some groceries.
As I exit the elevator I stall for a few seconds.
I have completely forgotten where on this floor my apartment is...
So I just go to the first door and test if my key fits.
It does, and I decide not to worry about why I would have forgotten where my apartment is.


The apartment is quite roomy, and very modern. The entrance leads directly into a large room,
which is sort of divided into 3 areas. One for tv viewing, which has a U-shaped couch,
one for sleeping, and finally one with a computer desk for work.
I find it a bit odd that the bed is in the same room with the tv and desk.

But my attention quickly shifts towards the people that are in my apartment.
There's a guy with white hair watching TV and a woman who is using my pc.
I feel like I know these people. It doesn't seem too surprising that they're here, but I'm not really sure who they are.
The woman approaches me and gives me a hand with the groceries.


I notice that she has purple eyes. It all makes sense now: This must be ~ Dreamer ~!
She is very curious about what I bought for dinner, and begins to unpack the groceries immediately.

"Ooh, shiny!"

She is cheerful and full of energy.

"When do you want to have dinner?"
"Hmm... I don't know. I'm not really hungry yet. Canis?"

Oh. The guy watching TV is CanisLucidus. Makes sense I suppose.

"I'm starving!"

They banter on about when to have dinner. Meanwhile I try to figure out what time it is.
This proves to be rather difficult. I'm unable to read the time off the task bar on the computer. The digits keep changing.

"Hyu?"
"Yes?"
"Hmm... how do I put this? ..."
"Hyu, where is your kitchen?"
"Well, it's right over..."
"Uuuhm..."

... There's only one door in this room, and it leads back outside.
So, this is all there is in the apartment? I don't have a kitchen? Not even a bathroom???
How on earth did I manage that?

"Don't tell me you forgot to get a kitchen..."
"... I might have?"
"And a bathroom?"
"..."
"See, this is what happens when you're on the PC all day long!"

I don't know what to reply. This really is a rather colossal fuck up.

"Okay... don't worry about it. I'll sort this out."
"I'll go get you a kitchen and a bathroom."

What??? How? ...
I suppose, since this is a modern apartment, it must be modular in some way, and you can annex additional rooms to it?
I try to talk ~ Dreamer ~ out of it, because I feel that since this is my apartment, and I messed up, this is something that I need to fix on my own.

"Nonsense, I'm going right now. I'll be back in an hour or so."

She leaves the room before I manage to come up with a reply.
To be honest, I'm kind of relieved that she is helping me out.
I have no idea where to get additional rooms for my apartment...
I definitely have to make it up to her somehow.
I end up talking with CanisLucidus about game engines and the Oculus Rift for a bit. (Through unfortunately I remember nothing specific)


I feel like my overall awareness has been improving over the past few days, and it has had a positive effect on lucidity.
But this dream for some reason, even though it was absolutely cluttered with dream signs,
I managed to remain completely oblivious to the fact that I was dreaming.

Visiting a monastery with my meditation teacher, someone mentions "The Sound of Angels". And then we hear it - a noise so high pitch that I don't actually hear it with my ears, but rather, I feel it in my head. Deafeningly loud, it pervades my whole perception of sound until that's all I experience. Then it stops, the maker of the noise pausing to take another breath before continuing. I join in with the noise making because I don't know what else to do really.

Everyone stops as a well respected woman is now inside another building, giving some rare advice. I open the door before I can really think much about it and see just one person sitting with her. This person is very nervous and doesn't look prepared to take the advice and use it, so I sit down with them. The woman has a hard time with English, but there is a book she is reading from that we all have a copy of. I gently read along with her to encourage her that she's pronouncing it right. We come to a spot where a bunch of pages are missing. Maybe 20 pages. My book has them all torn out, and so does her book. She looks at me, not knowing what to do next. I tilt my head back toward the heavens and start making "The Noise of Angels". The woman is astonished that I know how to do this, and I figure out from her that it is really rare to be able to make that noise. To me, it is like a cry; a wailing; not really very pleasant, and yet very calming at the same time...

The monks nearby join me in making the noise, and I appear to be the noise making leader at this point. For no other reason than I know how to make it easily. I do it as I breathe in and also as I breathe out, so I can sustain it with only minimal gaps during the transition of the breath. It also feels like I'm flexing my ear muscles in order to make it - the ones that affect your hearing and ear pressure.

My meditation teacher and Shiela start to talk about the noise. Apparently, ever since Shiela has discovered that it exists, she has found several movies about it and has not been bored since the discovery. I follow the two of them upstairs in a big house. Shiela turns off to go into her room, then my teacher turns to go into his room, leaving just me in the hallway. I see my friend D in the hallway. We smile and say hi. Seeing a bathroom, I realize I really have to pee. But it's the only one nearby, and I don't want to take it from D, so I leave in search of another. At the top of the stairs, I see a rather exposed bathroom. Waist high walls, and a shelf that makes it really hard to tinkle into the drain because I can't get very close. I try anyway, using my precision accuracy I've developed with the tinkle cannon, but part way through, get a feeling that Shiela will soon come this way. I stop part way through, and flush, then go down the stairs.

At the bottom of the stairs, is a sink. The base of the sink begins to leak from my flush, and spreads across the wooden floor to a thick rug. I run over and grab paper towels, soak up the wet rug area, then wipe it up back toward the sink. I recall the sink had been leaky for a while, so I am happy to have finally found the source of the leak - the toilet above. J-Rad is also happy we found the leak - I see him in the other room.

I wake up to find the same frequency noise emitting from the chime bar on my alarm clock!

A dream ends with my mother's death by self-inflicted head wound, in a scene comparing her to a woman who'd shot others in order to protect the family; this is followed by several false awakenings in which my IRL sisters and I realize we've all had that same dream and argue over whether to go check on her - S. was against waking her. (There was also a room behind S. that I recognized as out of place, though I rationalized it away.) In the last false awakening we finally do check on her, and the head wound turns out to have been a metaphor for a stroke she experienced in the night; I go to call 911, only to have her stop me and explain that the stroke is also a metaphor - she removed something from her mouth which had been distorting her speech and features.

(Woke up. Back to sleep.)

I'm in a field looking at scarecrows tied in place with gold that shines in the sunlight. I've just been hearing a story about how they got here - they were people once. Dead now. There's a mist starting to come down from between the mountains at the far end of the field, as it always does at this time of day though I've never been here to see it before, and I'm watching it make spiraling patterns in the sky. It's very beautiful.

As Spike, I'm sitting in a classroom that Buffy's gang is using to talk about an apocalyptic threat - something involving a demon from another dimension - I'm annoyed at how blasé they are about it. I'm aware this is normal for them, but it's something that shouldn't be normal for anyone. It's as if they're not taking a warning seriously.

Hello everyone, it's been a bit more than a week that I've responded but don't worry I'm back!

I'm going to type other entries after this one so I'll keep it short and clear, it's evening and I want to relax after a day of school.


In the week I took free from doing DJing I started reading the book 'The phase' which is a book about lucid dreaming, astral projection and much more. (The phase is an umbrella term for everything happening during conscious REM.) In this book I found many new techniques and one of which worked so good there's a chance if I can get in the right state again it will likely make me lucid again. It's a DEILD/WILD technique but the most important thing is the way you exit you waking body by rolling out of it. (Which I did almost too good... )

1. Coming in with a bang* (WILD)

After waking up around 05:00 in the morning by my alarm and having 2 more hours to do the technique I made sure I would wake up several times in these 2 hours. In total I woke up 5 times naturally of which the fourth one was succesfull. I started slumbering into sleep while laying on my side when suddenly I thought about rolling on my back, I was slightly worried I was too close to the edge of the bed and would fall of but before I knew it I felt my body slowly turning. There was a very mild tinnitus in my ears but I wasn't paying a lot of attention to it anyway, I turned faster as I was nearly horizontal and then I fell out of my bed. I open up my eyes and sit on the ground with the sheets wrapped around my body, my head actually hit the table next to my bed and hurted slightly. I looked up and was embarassed thinking I just woke everyone up with the loud thumb but then I did a nose plug RC just to be sure. Although the sensation was weak I did notice a slight difference from when I do it fully awake and knew it was a dream. I quickly stabilized by crawling over my dream-bed and sliding my hands across it, it felt like a reall bed and I was ready to start exploring. Although I was aware of the fact it was all a dream I kept silent to make sure everyone stays asleep, the hallway was darker than normal and I had a slightly eerie feeling. I entered the bathroom and closed the door, outside the window I saw a large moon in the sky illuminating the tiles with a blue aurora. I tried flying through the ceiling and towards the moon but could only jump as high as IRL. After checking my hands I noticed they weren't that deformed, all of these things began to make me doubt wether or not it was a dream. I woke up soon after.

Probably because I had been thinking of the "Expecto Patronum" TOTM before bed, during one scene in a long sequence of NLDs, there appeared a phoenix resembling the one kept by Dumbledore.

NLD: I was standing outdoors talking to three men (random DCs, no resemblance to anyone from WL). At one point I noticed a very large bird flying overhead, crimson and crested, and recognized it as a phoenix. I thought this was a remarkable thing to see, so I lifted my right hand in the air as a gesture of acknowledgment and welcome.

The phoenix turned began diving toward me. What would happen if it touched my hand? I momentarily worried that it might choose that moment to burst into flames, consuming me. But I kept my hand up to see what would happen, and the phoenix flew right over my head, just low enough that my fingers grazed its soft belly feathers.

I felt honored and delighted by this contact, so when it turned for another pass I kept my hand elevated, and it happened again. When it turned for a third pass, I wondered if it would be okay if I switched hands: would changing the pattern scared it off? I raised my left hand, and it flew down to gently graze that one too.

As it readied itself for a fourth pass, I began to suspect there must be something deliberate about its actions. What was it doing? I had the impression that it was trying to protect us. But what sort of protection could be imparted this way? "Fire resistance," I thought, and in another simultaneous scene, as though the dream had split into two concurrent but disconnected spaces, I was consulting the new D&D Player's Handbook I had been browsing in an earlier dream sequence, looking up the rules on fire resistance. How much FR might we get from touching a phoenix? +1? +2? Total protection?

Meanwhile, in the main scene, the phoenix was turning for a fourth dive. "Touch it," I instructed the others, so they would be protected too. Why was the phoenix trying to protect us in this way? Were we in danger of some immanent conflagration?

Still no good lucidity, but having some nice NLD's to know my recall is still decent.

I normally don't like to dream about video games I play or have played, and in recent months, I've been playing fewer and fewer for the sake of lucid dreaming. But they still come back to haunt me sometimes.
At the very least they are interesting dreams about video games.

I am having a Pokemon battle with another trainer. We were in a forest type setting and the sky is dark with storm clouds swirling around us and the occasional lightning strike occurring. The dream was actually quite vivid, the pokemon looked about as realistic as they could.
The battle is taking place in 'real life' but there are these holographic windows appearing above our Pokemon showing what level they are and their HP, looking like the ones from the old Gameboy games.
Anyways, I have a Bulbasaur, Level 5. I think it was, and the trainer that I am fighting was a boy who kind of looked like Ash from the show, and has a Zigzagoon, Level 4. (So these were some old Pokemon from when I was a boy.) We are fighting just like in the game, single turn moves. It feels like we are just starting out. Both of our pokemon seem to have a lot of health because I neither of us are taking out very much HP.
The battle drags on for quite awhile. I repeatedly tell my Bulbasaur to use Razor Leaf, but because of the fierce winds, and the fact that it is a low-level pokemon, it has a hard time aming and most of the leaves fly past. I think one of them hit the trainer I was fighting by accident.

... I am at the end of the 'Game' now in Pokemon. This part of the dream was considerably less vivid. I have a team of six high level Pokemon, including a Garydos and my Bulbasaur is now a Venusaur and the most important member of my team. For some reason I am letting the Garydos go back and live in the sea. The area I am in has these really dramatic cliffs and rock pillars jutting out of the sea and there is supposedly some shortcut that will take me back to the first town in the game so that I can go home.
My Garydos takes one last look at me and then dives into the sea. I think that I was letting it go because it had always been wild at heart, and didn't really enjoy fighting for me. And since I had beaten the masters, I had no need to keep it anymore.
The Venusaur who I guess in the group had a rivalry with my Garydos is out of his pokeball to say goodbye to his friend/enemy. Afterwards, without returning my Venusaur, I start walking towards a cave that I think is the shortcut back to my home. The Venusaur followed me.

I was in the world of Minecraft, and some really epic storyline was playing out about a lost civilization. I can recall that there was this huge canyon, hundreds of blocks deep, beyond the capabilities of rendering in standard Minecraft, with wooden structures into it. The structures looked to have been greifed with big holes in the sides of buildings and then overgrown with vines and trees.
I attempted to jump down, in steps, making safe drops and allowing my health to regenerate before jumping even lower, but after walking off onto one of the structures, the wooden planks broke where I landed, and I continued falling faster through all of the floors of the structure taking small amounts of damage each time I hit something and broke it.
After falling for like a whole minute, I finally made it to the bottom of the canyon and died.
I re-spawned and was really high above this big flat area made out of some unrecognizable red block. There was no way down, just small platforms and what not to break my fall. I jump off here onto the first wooden platform and fell through, landing on a stone one below it. I had only 1/2 heart of health left. Somebody else is there who is playing on the server, but somehow their minecraft avatar looks like a real person. They tell me that this is a challenge that they set up on their server.

I am with K's brother at some seafood place by a small lake in the mountains. He and I are going on some kind of cross-country vacation in this crappy green station wagon that's filled with all our luggage.

I'm finally beginning to stabilize my sleeping patterns again and go to bed on time, dream recall is returning. Went to bed around 2 am.

I do not remember the first part of the dream. What I do remember is that there were a group of friends, some of them I know from very far back at camp, one girl that went to my high school. Another one was a recent co worker, the group of friends were more popular than I was in high school, so I don't know I guess I was afraid to approach them. Afraid to be rejected I guess sums up what my high school experience was like. I had come back to an old job to eat some free food (I couldn't get it there now for free if I wanted) except each piece of food I had there was something horribly wrong with it. The room was a lot bigger and had a lot more tables, I was sitting near the entrance and talking to a girl, whom I do not remember her details. Then another girl sat down next to her and tried to start talking to us as if she was desperate, the first girl left, and I didn't really care so I just continued talking to the desperate girl. I noticed a big clump of hair in my fries so I just threw it out. I went back into the kitchen to talk to everyone and the manager said no more free food. We told a few jokes and I left out the front door, there was a decently sized crowd out there for some reason. I saw the group of friends and I decided to just walk to the parking lot before they noticed me. They had confused me for my friend Tommy and I was a decently far amount away and they yelled Tommy! two times before giving up, I had just decided to keep walking. When I got into the parking lot I ran into a few people I knew getting into their cars. I had gotten to my car and my mom was waiting for me, she was in a cast and had apparently broken her knee and ankle, and her wrist on the other side. I asked what happened and she was explaining it to me then I woke up.

After I did wake up I had learned that one of my mothers friends had died of a heart attack, maybe it was some sort of message.

Morning of September 3, 2014. Wednesday.



This was a typical “I cannot assemble it” dream where almost every possible wrong result occurs at one point or another; a recurring theme but with the dreams themselves usually quite different - but usually long and monotonous. Sometimes they have “resets” (with variant repeats) two or more times in a night which then seem to go on for several hours.

The location seems to be a larger version of the Barolin Street house. An unknown East Indian male of about twenty-five has brought a metal floor fan package to our house, possibly as a Christmas present, as I have a vague perception of a Christmas tree in the background at one point. However, it is possibly a present for a relative of mine (even though it seems we will sometimes be using it as well) - he just wants me to assemble it first. What follows is pure tedium.

Some of the events that occur and repeat in various ways include:

Screws and smaller pieces falling from one of the hollow cylinders. Trying to work out which part is connected to whatever other part. Having an awareness that some of the parts may or may not be missing. Looking around for any instructions which did not seem to come with the box. Putting parts together and then realizing it is wrong and having to dismantle the parts again. Finding a piece that appears to be broken or made wrongly, but not being sure it is. Realizing that the product is probably just junk and not feasible as a working appliance.

The other male eventually seems pessimistic about his purchase and mentions something a few times about returning it, but I do my best to try to resolve the issue by assembling the metal floor fan as correctly as possible; parts which seem to be for a rather large and high one (perhaps too high for the intended room). Near the end of my dream, I have two larger hollow cylindrical parts together (one partly within another) and seem to be making progress, but there is a wobbly miniature-cage-like section that sort of partly hangs from near the middle by the implied power and speed control buttons. I have a concern about someone being electrocuted if it is not assembled properly. (The connected sections also seem to be a foundation for a fan that would stand too high to be of any use.) One of the last things that happens is that more screws of various lengths and a few other smaller metal pieces slide and fall out from the inside of what I had pieced together thus far.

There is a scene where there is broken glass on the floor, potentially hazardous - one piece being fairly large and jagged. I hand a larger piece to the other male and he deposes of it. It came from a drinking glass that had fallen from a table earlier, I think. (Another recent dream featured broken glass - dreams for me often repeat one aspect or feature in a completely different scenario, but often only once or twice.)

One other situation involves looking for the instruction booklet now and then. At one point, it appears we have finally found it, but it turns out to be some sort of catalog or promotional guidebook showing the entire product line of the company, mostly industrial appliances. I get the idea of assembling it from looking at the box, but that does not help either due to all the atypical internal parts.

There are a lot of ways to look at this dream. I am not really a fan of typical dream symbolism or alternate meanings (pun intended) unless specifically personally obvious, as this type of dream seems mostly a result of a focus on attempting to build something without the reasoning abilities which dreams usually lack and as such - may not even have any deeper meaning - many people make the mistake of thinking all dreams have “messages” or deeper meaning when many do not (and likely most if you do not do actual dream work or have a “direct line” to dream memory or layered associations, which almost always - at least for me, have impersonal and quite trivial precognitive, postcognitive, or the usual remote-viewing elements - a vestigial aspect I have always believed in from the overwhelming proof, from when the once natural “universal awareness” that animals, even insects have - in being too much to absorb for day to day mundane tasks for humans - thus this universal awareness eventually changed to include other levels of mind (including what some people call the subconscious, which is not a static system as often promoted but dynamic, and as such I do not believe in what people usually call the “subconscious” by reference and supposed aspects of such) - though while still having potential for supraconscious links).

In other words, and somewhat obviously - trying to build or assemble something in a dream (even a vivid one) is automatically (and quite naturally) much the same as trying to assemble something while utterly inebriated and only using half a brain, so any “failure” in such a dream means not much more in terms of the real world than my amazing stunts of success - where I once brought Earth back into its proper orbit with bottle rockets tied down over the highway (though that does remain one of my favorite childhood dreams).

Again, some plays one might see typically: “not having any fans” (or not making fans), “concerned about glasses being broken” (I do not wear or need glasses), “seeking instructions” but being shown only advertising of ideas not needed by present company, “power being caged in” (or variations of control or higher power being caged), and several others.

On an additional note, as a fan often represents the Merkaba (or a half of the Merkaba) it could also relate to wasted lucidity potential.

Dream - Lucid

I was at the house I grew up in by myself. I went into the dining room, where I was apparently cooking something on the table. I noticed that there was a puzzle on the table next to whatever I was cooking, and it was on fire. There were other things on fire as well. I froze, trying to figure out what to do. I decided to just pour water on it. I did, and it put the fire out. I examined the puzzle pieces on the table to see if they looked burnt, but they didn't; they looked completely untouched. Upon further examination, I thought I saw some small black spots on the pieces that had been burning, but I may have been looking too hard.

I was telling someone about the fire, saying that my cat had also caught on fire (I don't remember this happening in the first part but I remembered it as I was talking on the phone as if it did actually occur, if that makes sense). I believe I was on the phone. I told them that I had poured water on the flames to douse them.

~

I was working at the bakery, but it wasn't anything like the bakery IWL. It actually looked more like a food court place at a college that I worked at very briefly. Cherie' was working there with me. We were there at night closing. We were cleaning the floors.

There was a point where I was on a computer, filling out this thing to send my friends free socks. I could pick the color and everything. For one of the pairs I sent, I picked a muted teal color. I sent some to a guy I knew in college named Mason. I also sent some to my mom and Jeremiah. I "remembered" my mom loving them. I finished sending them. I asked Jeremiah, who was on a computer, if he had received the socks yet. I don't remember his answer. I hoped that everyone liked the socks.

~

I went back into the coffee shop, because apparently, I was switching jobs again. I think I had already gotten hired. I was there to talk to the managers. I went inside, and it looked so much different than IWL. It was more long-ways, with a back counter that was also quite long. The floors, walls, and ceilings were dark-colored. It was quite busy. I was sitting at a table close to the counter. I then got up and for some reason, a lady that was sitting by the wall started to spout off her order to me. She wanted an Italian sandwich, and she was also telling me about how much meat she wanted on it or something. She asked what breads were good, but she used a different wording. I told her we had white and wheat, but I really liked the Italian 5-grain. I don't remember which bread she got, but I got up and went behind the counter. I had no idea how to fill her order. Why had I even taken it?

One of the managers, a middle-aged man with dark hair and a dark beard, then came up to me. He seemed super fake-friendly to me. I told him I had worked there when the previous owners owned it, and it was like he didn't even hear what I said. He completely ignored me and started talking. He was talking slowly and looking away from me as he talked. We started to walk back to a back office. At some point, I met his wife who also owned the shop now.

We were then back out in the cafe', and I was sitting down at the same table again. The guy and his wife were both there now. I wondered if this was an interview, or if I already had the job; I couldn't remember. I also wondered if that woman had ever gotten her sandwich. She was still there at any rate. I imagined that she had probably complained. I then again told the guy that I had been there when the shop first opened, and I was there for four years. He said
"Oh really?" He really didn't seem that interested.
I then asked him what hours I would work, if I would open or close. He said I'd mainly be closing. I told him I didn't really like closing, but I preferred mornings. I then asked him what their operating hours were, and he said 7am-11pm. Ugh, closing that late? Really? Eff that.

I then was getting up to leave, and I had my doubts about them hiring me. They really didn't seem too interested in me, and I had made that comment about closing.

I was then walking somewhere in a back alley with Dallas. I was really pissed about the owners being such arrogant dicks.
"What a faggot!" I said very angrily as we walking. I threw something down on the ground. (IWL I don't ever use the word "faggot". It's interesting that I chose it here.)
"You'll just have to get another job," said Dallas. He handed me a paper restaurant cup of soda. I threw that on the ground, and it was very satisfying for some reason; it hit the ground just the right way and made just the right noise. I said again
"What a faggot!" I was really pissed.

I woke up from this dream kind of confused. I didn't open my eyes, but kept them closed as I thought about why I would quit my bakery job because I love it. I didn't want to work at the coffee shop again. After a little bit, I started to realize that I had been dreaming, and that wasn't really what was happening. I felt immensely relieved.

~

I was supposed to start work at that coffee shop, but for some reason, I had to get surgery on my lower back first. It had something to do with being inside this weird, cylindrical room with some big metal pole inside of it. It was some kind of mixer or something? I'm honestly not sure, but to operate it, I had to get something in my lower back fixed.

I was then in the cylindrical room, holding onto the metal pole. There was something on the bottom of the pole, some kind of platform or something, that I was standing on. It started to go up. I was quite close to the wall, and hoped that I didn't get squished or hurt.

I then decided not to get the surgery. Why bother? I didn't really want that job anyway. The airport called me and I cancelled my flight to Switzerland, which was apparently where I would have to get the surgery. I still wanted the meds though; they had already written me a prescription for three types of meds, one being a pain killer. Mk went to pick them up for me. She texted me something about them as she was doing so, asking me a question about them so she made sure she got the right things.

I then received a phone call. I looked at my phone, and it was from a country called "Nigiri". I knew that was where my connecting flight was supposed to be. I answered, and the guy on the other line had a very thick accent. He was trying to confirm my flight, which was boarding at that time, and I told him I had cancelled it. He had me hold on for a second, then he told me that it would be a $15 cancellation fee. I told him that I had cancelled the other flight earlier, and I had gotten no such fee. I don't think we said anything else.

I then was talking to Mk via text again. She was asking me which dog breed she should pick out. She gave me two options. I picked one, and then she came in with two dachsunds that were mixed with some other breed. I was playing with them and hugging them. They were so cute and fun!

I then was driving to the liquor store. It was a Sunday afternoon (liquor stores are closed here on Sundays IWL), and the parking lot was packed full. I had to drive around to the side to find a place to park. I figured it was the after-church crowd.

Dream 1

I'm with Josh and Daryl either on bikes together or in a car, travelling down a dirt road. I see James Graham in front of us, in his ute. He's tormenting another person that is in a larger car. I think James felt as if the other driver was hogging the road, but it didn't seem that way from where I am. I tell Josh that it would be funny if I drove passed him or next to him to annoy him, and that I would end up on one of his YouTube videos. As I go passed both cars, they all stop on the side of the road. I turn back to see why and notice that people are walking in my direction.
Eventually some of the people reach where I am. The first person I see if Michelle Sinclaire. I don't say hi to her and wait for her to say it first, but we both hold our ground. The scene changes a little and I can now see Jarred Frase. I envy this guys skill at picking up the ladies and hope that I could be one of his apprentices. Jarred walks over towards a door.

I have a False Awakening either before or after this dream. I'm in my bed and I hear Daryl and Dad in the kitchen talking to one another. I start recording my previous dream with my voice recorder.

Dream 2

I'm In my rumpus room and 1up has written out on a white board a method to become lucid. If consisted of listening to something upon falling asleep. There was 3 steps.
The pictures he had drawn in step one had someone laying down and shooting fire out of their mouths. Im unsure on the others steps drawings but step 2 had music artists written down. Some notable ones were skrillex and slipknot. Im sitting on the ground for some reason and Rachel, Josh and Ruby are with me. I try to make Ruby feel less left out by making her part of what we're doing.

The scene changes and a group of people who're meant to be my primary school teachers, are not them. Some are famous people and some randoms. I remember seeing karl stefanovic as one of the teachers, except his hair was more curly and fuller. They all begin singing a song that has the word FUCK in it. It's a common word of the song. They feel they're breaking the rules, and shouldn't be singing such a song due to being primary school teachers, but they're having a good laugh about it and don't care.

Scene changes and I'm now with a female. Someone comes to the door and makes the female feel loved. The man leaves shortly after. I can see the man near a car at night and he's talking to the father of the female who is on the front of his boat. I over hear them and realise the father had paid or made the man to act as if he was interested in his daughter.

I'm now on the boat which feels like it's made out of blow up material which is filled with air. As I'm moving around I'm acting about how the owner of the boat (a large man) struggled to move around the boat and would almost fall overboard in the process. I think I fall down a hole or the scene changes.

I'm in another room with a black man (think his from the beats by dre review on YouTube that I watched this morning). Two more black men come into the room. I have a feeling they have bad intentions. I think I call the first guy that's with me a nigger in a friendly way. I may have even said "what's up niggers" to the other two guys. There's some strange stuff on the walls.

Dream Fragment

An X Factor dream. It's down to the bottom 2, with one about to be eliminated from the show. Tee and another strong contender are standing on stage to wait the announcement of their fate. I find this crazy as they're both great singers and shouldn't be here. Tee gets eliminated.

Tuesday,3rd of September 2014

Moon Cycle: 54% Illuminated (First Quarter) in Sagittarius (8 days old)

Tarot Card of the Day: Two of Pentacles

Mayan Calender Date: Blue Galactic Hand


This DILD occoured in the latter REM cycles before a WBTB,using MILD.
The duration of sleep was approximately 6 hours from 11:45pm until 5:45am.
Manta used: "Tonight I will have lucid dreams, and I will remember them."


Colour code: Non - Lucid
Lucid


I found myself on the 3rd floor of a enormous brightly lit airport resembling Dubai International with my Mother and Russel Brand.
We are in transit, and Russel has just smuggled a small portion of drugs onto and off of the plane, mule style.
There's frantic activity all around us as we and many others wait impatiently for the two large metal lifts to descend through the transparent glass shafts to transport us to the roof, where the airport departure runway lays.

Suddenly the lights start to flicker and a piercingly loud siren sounds. I look up through wide adrenalized eyes at the transparent shaft where the lifts now shake, shudder and gyrate up down and side to side violently, with the people shrieking and screaming inside...presumably in pain.
Chaos erupts, and everyone begins to panic...many running around as a headless chickens would.

"They have control of the power supply!" a middle aged woman shouts at the top of her lungs, trembling in fear.
I can hear the poor souls in the lift crying loudly in agony for someone to switch the power off.
I echo their pleads and begin to shout the same.
"Turn the power OFF!!!!"

"Shut the f'ck up!There's nothing we can do....Run for your lives!",a security guard hollers.

I grab my quivering mothers by the hand and we begin to run toward a large convenience store where I catch sight of a green emergency exit symbol hanging overhead.
I notice that I'm unable to pick up pace and my stride length remains short as I attempt to sprint faster,albeit unsuccessfully. (Dreamsign)

The omnipresent bolt of lucidity strikes me, and an immediate calm percolates the entire dreamscape.
I turn to my mom and a she possesses a golden luster which radiates outward like some sort of halo. A modest smile creeps into the corners of her mouth. I feel a tremendous relief and give her a kiss on the forehead.
I remain calm and decide not to perform ant dream stabilization technique since my visual field is acceptably vivid*.
I examine the surrounding dreamscape. We stand in bright cavernous passage, with the beige tiles gleaming and shining squeaky clean beneath our feet.
Many empty craft and clothing stores line the left and right hand side, displaying their products through large square glass windows.
The emergency exit lay at the very end of the passage,inside a large convenience store.
A closed liquor store was located directly to my right,and outside stood a medium sized circular metal trash can.

I recalled the Task of the month and expected to find a fortune cookie beneath the trash can, which I did.
I unwrapped the small cookie from its thin transparent plastic cover and broke it in half to reveal a stone/tan colored piece of folded paper.
Unfolding the paper proved to be rather difficult and, to my dismay,revealed nothing but a blank surface.
Then, on closer inspection, strange symbols and words seemed to magically transcribe themselves onto the sheet...similar to the invisible ink scene in Harry Potter.
I could only compare the inscriptions having a resemblance to a combination of Greek,Arabic and Hieroglyphs.
Similar but not identical.

I discarded the paper and figured i'd try again, looking in the same spot.
Lo and behold I found second specimen, and upon opening I had the same experience with the magical emergence of the text.
This time it was in English.

"BROMIOIDE",I uttered out loud.(Pronounced BRO-MEE-OH-IDE)
I turned the sheet over, hoping to find a meaning.

As I focused on the opposite blank side "PZ33" slowly manifested itself, surrounded by a rectangular border
It then faded away as quickly as it appeared.
I began to chant the word and letter-digit combination out aloud in order to ingrain it into my pre-frontal cortex so I could remember it in waking life.

The story doesn't end there, an I continue into a fairly fun and abstract adventure,leading to an abrupt false awakening through a dream meditation...more of which i'll post in Part 2.

Very excited to have completed my first TOTM
Whoohoo!

03.09.2014

Racing with a Blue Ferrari (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I joined a group that was some sort of mafia or at least, something pretty illegal was going on, as we were hiding or something. Actually, I did not belong to said mafia, but I was there visiting for a reason.

We were hiding in some underground abandoned factories and the place was huge, as well as pretty much empty.







I was making some deals with then, but apparently, it was all about cash transactions and despite the situation, said transactions were legally done.

I was given a blue Ferreri and I was going to drive it to test it out, but when I was about to drive, I noticed that it was manual instead of automatic. Since I knew I am in Europe now and I have to learn to drive manual, I felt it would be a great opportunity, even though a Ferrari did not seem the best car to learn with, as I wanted to take good care of it.







I pretty was able to drive it, not very fast as I was not used to manual transmission, but I was still able to drive it. Someone decided to challenge me to a race, and I had no other option than to accept, even though I was worried for the car, I figured that I would reset the dream to an early stage of it if I crashed (note, I was NOT lucid, but this is a common occurance in my dreams, as I am always sem-lucid on my"non-lucid" dreams.)

My wife encouraged to race and she told me I would learn vey fast that way and know how to use manual transmission in no time. So I drove downhill in a not very busy street. It was at night and there were a lot of people aorund. I parket my Ferrari and went to meet with some friends to tell them about the race, but when I wanted to get ready, I could not find my Ferrari. Apparently, it was stolen but my wife had an APP on her phone to be able to find it.

The APP said that a 15 years old boy stole my car and that so far, he had no tickets but he was playing a Frank Sinatra song (what the??? Talk about random. I do not listen to his songs. I would not even recognize him if I saw him on the street, I just knowthe name.)

I figure it would be a pain to recover it, so I just would reset the dream, but when I was about to, I had a False Awakening at my parent's place and my mom woke me up. She was tucking me in bed and saying for me to be focused if my dad was right or not, as he was sick and he was not going to go to work.

I had another False Awakening at the clock said it was 10:45 AM... I was surprised I slept so much, since I always wake up much earlier. As I was going to write down the dream, I woke up for real.

Seduced...me?...at my age? No, it's not what you think...

The past few days have been desolate. My worst enemy is the pain I experience if I lay down more than about three hours. It forces me to move when I wake and it completely buggers up dream recall (although the dreams have been very faded anyway). Really I've gone backwards this week.

So, I've changed tactics. Although I wake up spontaneously after a dream, I've gone back to using an alarm. That way I can wake up after 2-3 hours and move around for a bit and that should help (multiple WBTB's I suppose) Also, although I'm working well on ADA etc... maybe it's too well (my brains even more wrinkled than most of yours and it might be feeling overwhelmed)

So it's back to basics. Some ADA and definitely some recall and more pre-bed preparation first thing at night and during WBTB's (read a bit of Deberge maybe and run through a plan (keeping it simple and straight to the point) We'll see.

Nothing from the first quarter so I did a WBTB at 6.00

7.00
I'm in a zoo somewhere and it's dark (can't see an animal anywhere so why did I assume it was a zoo?) Some youths are running around and I sense that they're up to no good so I keep out of the way. Then I'm suddenly on a boat.

It's apparently a Nile cruise boat? We're passing large vessels and moving quite fast...dangerously even. the captain executes a reckless turning manoeuvre and we seem to be heading back.

I heard someone say "Look at those huge ships" and suddenly we're moving down a busy main road in a city centre with not a drop of water in sight..

...and the seduction? It's that strumpet Fiona WILD...I can't resist her. It's getting now that I only have to lay awake for more than 10 minutes and I start to get SP in my hands and arms. I know by now that it's a false ride but I actually started getting flashes of blue colour (rather than the usual forest-green). I swear that, if I ever get a dream scenario pop up it will be in the middle of Sherwood Forest.

So I fell for it...45 minutes later my REM finished and it was "slam thump thank you chump" for me again I'm afraid. Will I ever learn? No I won't...she's such a sexy momma and I'll take what I can get...

The frag that I recall most vividly was one of a planet. I was once more getting a cosmic tour from an outside entity, but this one was unusual as we were focused in on a single planet rather than learning the arrangement of stars and planets.

The planet looked something like this, with large craters, but an earth-like surface, and no polar ice. Yesterday, I just so happened to doodle that looked a lot like the planet that I saw in the dream. (Day residue?) It was because of the familiarity to this one that I became ever so slightly lucid in this dream.
After teaching me a bunch of facts about the planet, the entity put me into orbit around it. I seemed to be able to look around, and I orbited the planet rather quickly, completing an orbit in about a minute. I was orbiting rather far from the planet, if I were in a my body, I would have been able to block it out with both hands. The planet orbited a single star or a very close multi-star system and as far as I could tell, had no moons.
The imagery was very vivid, particularly the sun. I wish I could say more but nothing really happened. I just orbited the planet and felt very peaceful for awhile.

Something about high school. Cannot recall what.

Something about walking around my new college campus. I walked to the edge and found this prefab home.The door was wide open. I walked in and found Manei. The dream blurred out and I woke up.