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    1. Talking with Samina about the world of dreams.

      by , 05-20-2012 at 01:26 AM (My Dream Records)
      Black means non lucid
      Orange means semi lucid
      Blue means lucid
      Red means dream characters talking
      Purple means possible shared dreaming person
      Green means notes


      Got it? Great! Now enjoy reading my dreams.


      Dream #1 Soaking up calm emotions.


      Spoiler for Theme Of The Dream:


      Im standing on a beach staring at the water. It is evening time, and the sun is starting to go down. There are a few people walking the beach as well. I notice some couples walking together holding hands and laughing with one another. I see little kids playin and laughing, i see a dog running back and forth towards the water barking as the water starts coming closer to the shore. There is a young lady doing yoga nearby, she looks to be in her early twenties and possibly of Indian or Lebanese background. I smile, enjoying my peaceful surroundings.


      Dream #2 Samina and me, the perfect team.


      This is a pic i happen to find, that is a very close resemblance of my DC Samina. (Oh minus the nose ring) We are walking to a store, and i give Samina one of my hawk coin totems.
      She says..

      "Dreamprofesser, this is not meant to be spent in stores remember?"

      "Oh yea, lol im sorry Samina your right. Thats my totem."

      (She laughs)

      "Silly Dreamprofesser."

      We are now in a store, and im looking around at some chips and candy and stuff. Samina is talking to a little boy her age i hear her talking to him saying..

      (She gives him the hawk coin i gave her)

      "Here, now this will help you to help Dreamprofesser become aware in dreams."

      I smile and decide to buy me some chips and a pop. The little boy runs up to me and gives me a hug and says..

      (Little boy talking)

      "Dreamprofesser, will this coin help me to control my dreams more too?

      "It will definitely help you to control your dreams. Now remember to reality check with it often ok?"

      He nods his head. Me and Samina leave the store, and we start walking across a grassy area towards a playground.


      Samina runs towards the top of the slide, and slides down.

      "Weeeeeee. Hey Dreamprofesser?"

      "Yea Samina?"

      "Um, when is my next lesson going to be?"

      "Soon. I have to look in my records to see what else to teach you ok?"

      "Oh, ok."

      Im talking with Samina about how im gonna need her help. We talk about different sleep stages, and she tells me that she has been reading and studying meditation from her papa. I tell her that i need to start back meditating soon. She mentions that me and her should help her cousins and friends to lucid dream. I tell her it will happen, we just have to keep your awarness sharp, and make sure to keep your ablilties intact. She tells me that she can't wait for her next lesson, and looks foward to learning some more new cool abilities. Im standing watching her climb the monkey bars and feel the dream closing in on me.


      Now the question is this. Can Samina truly help me to navigate thru the dream world more proficently? I am still experimenting this idea, and trying to come to a understanding, that certainly we can train our subconscious to defend us against potential dream hackers, or threatening dream characters. I want to finish this project atleast by the end of this month. To be able to search for people faster, and to have Samina with me while i share dreams with others. She is very intelligent, and i certainly want to try and develop her dream skills more.

      Updated 05-20-2012 at 01:28 AM by 54142

      Categories
      non-lucid , memorable , side notes
    2. Stroking Bruce Willis - 05182012

      by , 05-19-2012 at 07:28 AM
      After poor rest for a couple days and a major headache I managed to do a WBTB and have some great lucidity.

      Plus, I continue to dream of celebrities. At least this time they were naked.


      [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT]
      [FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]I find myself in my old house, the one I grew up in for nearlyall of my adolescence. The living roomis arranged differently, and it’s messier than I would like. I’ve apparentlyjust woken up from a nap or something and I’ve been sleeping on the floor, thepillow and bedmat beneath me testimony to this fact. I am grumpy, and some ofmy disgruntled feelings are directed at my son.[/SIZE][/FONT]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]In front of my pillow is his backpack, and seeing as how heisn’t in the room I decide it’s time I check to see what he’s been taking toand from school. I pull the zipper down on the black bag and I am greeted withpapers, folders, and some trash that is not out of place at all among hisstuff. I’m not interested in any of this, and I dig deeper, reaching for whatlies at the bottom of the bag. Here I find some plastic toys, and I pull outpiece after piece of what appears to be a babies toy desighned for teething. Ican’t even fathom why he would be taking so many baby toys to school, brightlycolored and clearly intended for someone much younger than him. All I can do isshake my head in disbelief.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Beyond these pieces of toy I also find a blue plasticdrinking cup, and this literally makes me roll my eyes. I keep finding thesecups everywhere, and I just want it gone. With a flick of my right hand I shootthe cup into the air, intending for it to land a few feet from me, but the fanabove and the air conditioner carry it further towards the middle of the roomwhere it hits Jen on her side as she sleeps in the recliner. She stirs andturns her face towards me, sleepily asking, “What?!” [/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you up, or even for thecup to hit you. It was the fan.” [/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Indeed the fan above is spinning quite fast, though as I saythis I doubt myself, thinking maybe I did mean for it to hit her. I can seethat there’s no way, physically, that the wind from the combined fans couldever send the cup to hit her, especially from the angle with which itdescended. The only thing I can presume is that I did it on purpose.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“Next time don’t throw it so hard!” She rolls over to goback to sleep, still covered by the red and green horse blanket.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]I look at my hand to wonder how I could have made the cupfly so far, and this induces lucidity. I quickly count my fingers, noting thateverything appears normal. I know I don’tbecome aware of my hands often so I’m pleased to recognize the sign for what itwas. My right hand touches my left and I’m surprised to find my hand is solid,warm, and unyielding. What I see as I turn my hand around almost makes me startleout of the dream.[/SIZE][/FONT]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]On the palm of my left hand I have a sore, almost like adark blister, directly below my little finger. I use my right hand to squeezeit and it bursts like a large pimple, pus and blood squirting into my righthand. I’m disgusted but I don’t feel sick despite what I have done, and myfirst thought is to grab a tissue to clean up the mess. I know I’m dreaming yetI look around to make sure no one has seen me, feeling slightly embarrassed tohave a burst hand-pimple. A vague thought about a magician crosses my mind butI can’t seem to find anything to connect it to.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I head to my bedroom, the one down the hall and on the left,just where it had been when I grew up. The bed and walls are primarily thesame, as are some of the belongings, but the shelves along the west wall arevery different. I had put shelves up once in real life but the shelves I’mseeing are sunk into my wall. Boxes line them from one end to the other, andspringy black coils stick out of a couple of them.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]It turns out that when I left my old job I took quite a fewof the binding supplies with me. Black binding coils of every size fill theshelves, though this causes me no great concern. What does surprise me is thatI have a box of the special order vinyl pockets we used for maps and largedrwaings, and it is full. These vinyl pockets were quite expensive, I remember,and I feel surprised I took them at all. Still, they are quite useful. [/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]As I flip through them, using my finger to page themone-by-one, someone behind me asks, “What will you do when you run out?”[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“Oh, I don’t know. I guess I could just ask Curt to get me afew. He still works there.”[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“How many would you get?”[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“Not more than five at most.” I say this knowing I wouldn’twant him to get in trouble and that five seemed a reasonable number to walkaway with.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I stand up from my kneeling position and let my gaze passover the shelves towards the door to my room, slightly closed. Something lookswrong with it and at first I’m unsure if it’s crooked. As I stare I realize itis indeed slanted, and I walk up to it with greater curiosity. When I approach theproblem becomes clear. Someone has attached the hinges of the door directly tothe wall using drywall mounts that are starting to pull out of the wall. Themounts don’t look like the usual hooks that spread out on the inside of a wall,appearing instead like translucent plugs that merely push into a hole.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I think to myself, “I can fix that. Not today, but somedaysoon.”[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I walk back into the living room and stand near the back ofthe recliner chair. I can see my bed-mat in the far corner, and my son is on mypillow with his head, his butt sticking up in the air.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“Son, get off my pillow!” I don’t shout but the tone in myvoice suggests he should comply quickly. [/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]To my right and in front of me is a large TV, almost like asmall movie screen, and it is showing an old black and white movie starringBruce Willis and Michael Caine. Both men are detectives trying to find amurderer, and both men are naked. They hold a conversation in a room with apotted plant and a small upholstered bench, their penises dangling from side toside as if in perpetual motion.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]My scene shifts and I am co-host on a talk show, though Ifeel slightly underdressed in my tank-top and shorts. Still, none of theaudience seems to mind so I just go with it. Behind me is a platform with lotsof colored lights and what appears to be a game-show set, though I can’t figureout what the game is. It seems unimportant as I realize I’m standing next tothe special guest, Bruce Willis.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I look up at him and I become lucid again. I know I’mdreaming because there’s no way this could ever happen, especially not with methis close to him dressed so casually. What especially catches my eye is howhandsome he is, and I know he doesn’t look this good in real life. The man nextto me is tall, has good hair, is smiling charismatically, and looks great in hisblue jeans and white button-down shirt.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I hug him with strength and passion, smelling him as I feelhis body heat transfer to me through our clothes. He feels good, real good, andI sink down to his knees, still hugging his leg. I look up at him as I turnaround, my left hand coming up and stroking him right beneath the crotch withthe gentlest touch against the bulge in his pants. At this moment I so wantsomething to happen between us. He doesn’t flinch, and I take this as a sign ofhis acceptance towards future actions.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Remembering my role as a host I make the connection that Ineed to please my audience, and this makes me think of my friend Chris. I knowhe would want to see Bruce Willis in person, though I suspect I could never getthe two to meet directly even after my crotch-stroking experience. I decide Ican do the next best thing and I conjure two audience passes out of thin air. Imake sure they both have the correct wording on them and then I send them offinto the ether. Glancing into the audience I see he has arrived and is sittinga few rows behind the platform where I am still clinging to Bruce’s leg. Ismile and wave at him.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]And then I wake up.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT]
    3. The toilet and the butterfly - 05162012

      by , 05-19-2012 at 07:20 AM
      This dream had many of my common dream signs in it, and I finally used my lucidity for a really good cause.


      [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I’m in my house, but it’s not the usual location or layout.I am in a house on a nearby street that leads up the hill to the top of theridge. The house is white, small, and has a wide front porch that is surroundedby an old metal railing.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]In the middle of the front porch is a toilet, the onlyfacility in the house. I walk up and use it just like I was sitting in myprivate bathroom, though I can see the street and people on it as they walk by.I even wave to one of my neighbors as she passes walking her dog. [/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]After using the toilet I walk out front of the house. Jen isgoing to use the toilet and she is upset that people can see her. I’m lookingat the house from the front and I actually can’t see her as the bamboo screenthat shields the house from the sun is rolled down, blocking my view. However,as I walk to the east side of the porch I finally see the trouble; the screendoesn’t cover the side of the porch, and anyone walking by could easily see thetoilet and anyone using it as they approach from that side of the house.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]Waving my hands at Jen and telling her not to use the toiletuntil I find something to block the view, I run back up onto the porch. The first thing I find is a 6-foot long pieceof plywood. It’s wide enough that I can place it over the gap on the side ofthe porch and block the view. I even place my hands on my hips in asatisfactory manner, feeling like I solved the problem. Even then I knew itcould only be a temporary solution.[/SIZE][/FONT]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Shortly following my success I notice the air outside hasbecome chilly, and something in me tells me that it is winter. Jen wants me tohang some wreathes for the season, and I grab the biggest one to take outside.It is solidly made, probably a good four feet across, and considerably heavy.It hangs from some kind of hook though I can’t see it. [/FONT][/SIZE]
      [FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]Jen wants me to hang it on the metal railing of the porch,just above the boxwoods, and I lean in to mount it. I notice that all thesurfaces are covered by ice, as though a recent ice storm coated everything ina layer of frozen precipitation. I reachup to brush off the ice with my glove and have to stop abruptly when I realizeI have knocked a Monarch butterfly out of the ice. It’s slightly frozen, butstill alive, and has landed on top of the bushes.[/SIZE][/FONT]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I reach to pick it up and as I hold it in my hand I becomelucid. The butterfly becomes even more intricate with detail and color thanbefore, and I stare dumbfounded at the super life-like visual. The poor creatureis struggling to get onto its legs and out of the frost, occasionally moving awing as it tries to recover.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I feel so sympathetic to this poor creature that I nearlykilled, and my first instinct is to hold it close to my body and breathe warmair over it. I know the heat of my breath can keep it from dying, and as I holdit close I start pouring my heart into it. I can feel waves of emotion leapingout of my chest, like a physical pressure, and as it fills the butterfly it beginsto flutter and shake with energy as though electrified.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I open my hands but it does not fly away. Instead it justsits there and gently flaps its wings every few seconds, as though trying outits body to make sure everything works. Some thought inside my mind fills mewith an overwhelming urge to take the butterfly swimming, despite the coldweather outside, and I walk with it in hand to the back yard. I walk right upto the edge of the in-ground pool and step in, water pouring over me and thebutterfly.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The splash is quite a shock, and as I surface I find thecreature is still in my hand. It seems just as fine as me, and I realize I wastesting our ability to breathe in the water. Like me, the butterfly is notaffected by water and can breathe just fine above or below the surface. This isthe first time I’ve ever encountered another dream entity that could share myabilities. I want to talk to it but I merely give it a smile and watch it flyoff.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I make myself dry and walk back into the house by way of arear bedroom with a sliding glass door. I know it belongs to my son, and forsome reason his floor is covered with dead and dry leaves. I’m a little upsetby this, how he always has a messy room, and my best guess is that he left theoutside door open for several days. I head to the front of the house, shufflingthrough leaves as I go, and I’m amazed that anyone in the house would choose tolive like this.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Out through the living room and past the porch potty I makemy way to the front steps. I encounter an annoying neighbor, or friend of a neighbor,and he seems to want to taunt me. He is a thin man with curly red hair perchedon top of his head. His chin is pointy and he wears a thick grey turtlenecksweater that doesn’t disguise his overly thin neck. I hate him immediately.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]He begins telling me about a party going on down the streetthat I haven’t been invited to, and something about him being better because heknows the people. I reply that I do indeed know those people, they are myneighbor, and their daughter, Ctharlina (yes, I spelled that right, as it was in the dream), is in my daughter’s class at school. Hesays there’s no way my daughter can know theirs, she isn’t nearly old enough,and I have to point out to him that they’ve been going to school together nowfor three years. He scoffs and turns away as if scolded in public. I assume he’sjust some snooty guy from somewhere east, and I don’t give a shit about hisopinion.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]And then I wake up.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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      Categories
      lucid , side notes
    4. Lucid dream into astral travel to discourse on astral projection

      by , 05-19-2012 at 04:57 AM
      Anyway - after phoning my gf (goldfish / girlfish) at 2am, a passing thought thought - "Hah, perfect opportunity to lucid dream", so rather than get up and work - I let myself go to sleep. I had a wonderful dream that ended off with hiking up a mountain. I was chasing a horse up the mountain, then on a really steep part, I called to the horse, and it came and nuzzled up aainst me. It felt very warm and comfortin. It was an old and decrepit horse,and I felt slightly sorry for it.

      Then woke up and realized that I wanted to go back to the horse dream, which made me consider the concept of dreaming. I then thought about whether what I was currently experiencing was real or dreaming, and I held up a CD with my hands and looked deep within it, and realized that if I looked through my eyes that I could see my hands sometimes and sometimes not, and that was my clue that I was dreaming. So I then said –how do they say one can astral project – and I attempted to extract myself from my body. It was kinda slushy and I was pulled back to my body – so I then raised my astral legs and leapt from my body – and it peeled away with a treacle-slow sensory pop. I was then next too my bed, and remembered how as a kid I used to see myself from a distance. So I gently shifted to the top corner of the room, and viewed myself and the room. There was no cord from me to my body. I noted how bright everythin was after usin lucidity up. In examining myself I saw myself lying on the bed with my hands curled, just poking from the blankets– and made a mental note of their position. I then went on a fact findin mission to discover how close this world was to the real world.

      I went to a window into the room next door, and pushed my way through the window. There was a kindof sticky resistance to doin so. The next room was full of herbs of various sorts, and I was makin mental notes of the species so I could come and check on them once awake. They were very real to me, and I was surrounded by a series of lass rooms with herbs in each room. I then became aware of my gentle snoring. That was reassuring. The snoring of my physical self reminded me that I was alive and all riht. Also it reminded me of how few people my age die in their sleep, so I was quite safe. As I listened to myself snoring, I felt myself rushing back to my body. There was nothing I could do to prevent myself from wakin up.

      Some notes: Although the room was similar – it was not the same. Althouh there I was lying there my hands curled up – they were not in exactly the same position. They were more apart when I woke up. The window I went through is not in the room, and neither are all the herb rooms. That means when astral-travellin – we are still travellin through dream space –not actual space. That I could hear myself snoring – and that my travels were silent – suggests that there is a hybrid space. When our conscious brain is awake – our hearin brain is awake too. They are linked, hence my hearin myself snore. I was able to shift consciousness between my hands (physical) and my hands (perceived), and similarly one can shift awareness between the two states in terms of hearing – probably, as I was not aware of sound. This actually says a lot about awareness: That maybe in waking life, there is something doin the perceiving. What is that something perceiving when we are awake, and what space is it perceiving when we are awake but focused thus not aware of the sounds of the outside world???

      There is also some consideration about when we astral travel – that we are travelers through a dream space – a stream of consciousness projected by our unconscious. If I went through the same space aain, it would not be the same. Hence the lucidity up. Its just generating what it feels like, or perhaps what it wants us to see. People who have NDE experience leaving their body. I think it is likely just the same. They are projecting in a dream state what the room is around them, and are able to hear and have some perception of their body – but not true sight – enerated sight. Could it be that the subconscious dream mind requires less energy – so as we die and run out of energy, then our mind defaults to the dream mind. When people “experience heaven” they say they hear people calling them, and they feel themselves rushing back to their body. It was the shifting of awareness to the physical that brought me back to my body. It may be the same with NDE – a shifting back to awareness of the body. This throws doubt on the whole after-life experience that people have… still just a generation of the mind! Still a question of what is perceiving the dream / awake state though.
      Enough ruminating – 4.40 and its time for work!
      p.s. my g key was kinda stuck in case u didn't notice
    5. Welcome.

      by , 05-19-2012 at 04:41 AM
      This is just an introduction.
      Categories
      side notes
    6. Introspection in regards to dreaming and waking life

      by , 05-18-2012 at 06:08 AM (Linkzelda's Dream Journal)
      Spoiler for This is a lot of st00fs:

      Updated 05-18-2012 at 07:28 AM by 47756

      Categories
      memorable , side notes
    7. Colorful mood, small fry, moment of clarity

      by , 05-18-2012 at 02:37 AM (My Dream Records)
      Black means non lucid
      Orange means semi lucid
      Blue means lucid
      Red means dream characters talking
      Purple means possible shared dreaming person
      Green means notes


      Got it? Great! Now enjoy reading my dreams.


      Dream #1 Colorful Mood.


      Me and Mila Kunis are outside, its night time and we are on a grassy field. We are looking at the stars and talking about astrology and signs. She mentions that she is a Leo sign, and i tell her im a Cancer sign. She says something like..

      "You know im a fire sign right?"

      "Yea i know. But my water can calm the wildest forest fires baby."

      (She blushes)

      We start kissing and she asks me if i had any pills. I reach in my pocket and pull out a vibrant pink pill for her, and i took a gold pill.



      She is now glowing a vibrant pink colour, and i am glowing my a bright shimmering Gold colour. We start making out on the grassy field and i wake up.





      Dream #2 Small Fry.

      Im in a huge room talking with a bunch of mafioso guys about loyalty and respect. Im also mentioning that family must always stick together...no matter what. One guy gets up and starts clapping and tells me i should be a political speaker or something like that. I tell him that i only speak the facts, not fiction. They explain that its a little fella, who needs to be taught a lesson. I them let me take care of it for them.

      Im now walking down a avenue, its evening time and there is this one little teenage kid who looks Italian. He asks me if i can handle something for him, and i tell him i don't have time right now. He explains to me that there is a man coming here in his neighborhood threating to kill his family unless he pays him or something like that. He tells me who his uncle is, and i remember that i work with him.

      I tell him that i'll take care of that little problem for him. Im now in a apartment building in a room with classical music playing in the background. Loading up my guns and getting dressed up, i hear a knock on the door.


      The guy waiting outside the door had a very calm attitude. But you can tell he also had a very in sane nature about him. He reminded me of the guy in the picture Ryuji Yamazaki from the King Of Fighters Video games. He asks me in a very calm tone...


      "So...you ready to take this small fry out?"

      "Oh im all for it."

      We head out the door and now arrive at some warehouse where there are a bunch of men loading up a bunch of stuff in a box. Me and the Ryuji Yamazaki looking cat, started shooting at all the men. I noticed that one of the men was at the top of the stairs watching all of this. I went after him and started yelling at him telling him..

      "You are only making it worst by running you know that right?"

      My partner is downstairs laughing like a maniac killing off all of the guys down there. I finally find the man hiding in one of his rooms. He pulls out a gun a shoots at me but he misses. I start reaching in my pocket looking for something, and the guy comes out of nowhere and shoots me then i wake up. (Must've been searching for my totem probably lol)





      6:24 - 6:40 am. Did plenty of reality checks with my totem. And went back to sleep.


      Final dream: A moment of clarity.

      Im in a supermarket and start telling myself..

      "I am the dream navigator, i navigate thru peoples dreams. I always remember my dreams."

      (Yet i did not become lucid)



      Lol, anyway. Im walking thru the supermarket and i see a young lady who looks familiar? We talk for a bit, and i start mentioning to her about dreams. We talked for a good while, and she told me to email her later. Im now at home emailing her about dreams, yet i still did not become lucid!



      Im now sitting down in my living room sipping my tea rubbing my hawk coin totem and reading the newspaper. I notice in one of the articles in big bold letters that said...

      "CIRCUS CLOWN MASSACRED BY UNKNOWN SERIAL KILLER!"

      My eyes light up, and i start laughing and read another section that says something about the urban legend Candyman may just be real. In it, it was talking about people who claimed to have seen him slaughter and wipe out the entire circus or something like that. I laugh as im reading this and start feeling like i may had something to do with this???




      The dream fades, and i wake up.



      Damn...i clearly could have became lucid in the 1st dream. (somewhat) The second dream i almost became lucid if it was'nt for that damn...


      %*$%@#!


      Lmao! But its all good. The last dream, i defintely should've hit full lucidity at that supermarket. DAMN! Lol, and while i was reading that newspaper, that defintely should've triggered some lucidity there for me! Ahhh, well can't get em all. Lol but i noticed my subconscious has a funny way of throwing certain things in my face when im not aware of it at times. Hmm..i don't mind what i got, besides..lucid dreams are just full control right? Being somewhat in control is not so bad depending on the theme that is. But overall im happy with my recall, and my results.
    8. Nightmare? I am the Nightmare!

      by , 05-17-2012 at 05:19 AM (My Dream Records)
      Black means non lucid
      Orange means semi lucid
      Blue means lucid
      Red means dream characters talking
      Purple means possible shared dreaming person
      Green means notes


      Got it? Great! Now grab a bite to eat and enjoy reading my dreams!


      Dream #1 Recurring Nightmare of mine.

      Spoiler for Theme Of The Dream:


      Im in a hallway walking with agirl who reminds me of Jessica Simpson. She is cute, and starts tellling me about her favorite songs that she has downloaded into her celphone. Im listening to her, but im also starting to become a bit creeped out by what is laying at the end of the hallway. The Jessica Simpson looking girl kept talking away not paying any attention to what im looking at, So i point at the end of the hall and she says..

      "Oh my God! Thats a dead body laying there in the middle of that hallway!"

      She starts dialing on her celphone calling an ambulance and walking away further and further because her reception was bad of something like that. So im now feeling a bit uncomfortable just standing there in the hallway like this, so i decide to walk away when i hear my name being called in the distance.

      "Q."

      I turn around.





      The bloody body is just standing there staring at me from a distance. I just froze standing there. It starts walking towards me and i feel like i want to wake myself up, because i knew it was a dream in a way.. but was not completely sure. (Sounds wierd i know) but at the same time i felt like the dead body wanted to tell me something but what? It starts getting closer to me, to the point i can smell the dead odor reeking thru the damp bloody body bag. I almost gag, but hold it together. We are now face to face and i try not to stare to hard at her for some reason whenver i exert my eyes to the floor, she would say..

      "LOOK AT ME!"

      (In a very harsh demanding tone)

      I look back up at her and feel a bit terrified she is reaching her arm out to me but i close my eyes and wake up. Damn..im such a punk! Lol


      4:45 - 4:55 am. Did some intense subconscious training, and went back to sleep.


      WILD Dream #2 Unfinished Business.


      Im now walking to an upstairs hallway to find two girls at the far end of the hallway. I pause for a second and start to ask myself..

      "How did i end up here? And what am i suppose to be doing?"

      BINGO! I hit lucidity right here and start walking down the hallway. I ask both of the twin girls where can i find IT the clown, they look at eachother and smile and grab eachothers hand and start walking me down a darker more creepier part of the hallway. They look at eachother laughing and look at me and both say at the same time..

      "Hehe. Don't be afraid...you are the nightmare remember?"

      I get this sinister grin on my face and say..

      "Oooh yea, i am are'nt i? (laughing crazy)

      (The little girls start laughing)


      Nightmare, I am the Nightmare!

      I shapeshift myself into Candyman, and start roaming thru the shadowy dark hallways yelling at the top of my lungs...

      "IIIIIIT! COME OUT, AND FACE THE MONSTER OF YOUR DREAMS! I AM YOUR WORST NIGHTMARE, AND DON'T YOU EVER FORGET THAT!" (Laughing like a mainac)
      It is very silent, you can hear a pin drop it is so quiet. My mind is racing with a million thoughts on how i want to take this clown out. I walking and getting very impatient. Wait a min...i got it! Hehehe i can find that clown at the circus. (Laughing)


      Final dream: Clowns worst nightmare



      I am now at some creepy looking carnival there is weird circus music going off and i have only one thing on my mind..
      MURDER THE CLOWN!
      I start killing clowns and finding other victims nearby. Innocent victims i tell them to run, as i have no intentions of hurting them. All of a sudden.. i hear a very familier laugh.



      "Soo you want to see me?"

      "You got balls of steel to show up you know that?"

      He laughs and we exchange unfriendly words to one another.

      "Well, i hope you had your last meal. Because its time to DIE!!!"

      I run at him with my hook raised in the air about to gut him like a fish. He teleports and starts laughing. I get pissed and start tearing the place apart. There are other clowns he sends at me, i fight them all off killing off his pawns with my bloody hook. I even send bees and flies to his clowns and start laughing.

      "Stop sending all of your damn foot soidiers at me and face me you damn coward!"

      He starts laughing teleporting again as im trying to swipe at him. Then it finally hits me, i need to try and manipulate the surroundings. (Something i rarely do in dreams) my energy is pulsating and everything gets slower i hear my heartbeating. I see him teleporting and try and sense his energy he appears left, right, behind me, in front of me. I try and read him like a chess board and finally strike at him like a cobra!

      I like him in my arms he is screaming now like a little girl saying...

      "Noooo, please let me gooo!"

      (I laugh like a maniac)

      "You had your time to play clown, but playtime is over..."

      (Laughing again)

      I raise my arm and jam my hook right into his left eye. Then i take my hook and jam it up his nostrils goin further and further until i hear a crunching sound. It gets quiet, blood is spewing out of his face and all over the place he falls face first to the ground.

      (Laughing like a maniac)

      "Yes, yes, YES! I AM THE NIGHTMARE!!!"

      (Laughing again)

      It starts thundering and raining, and i feel the dream closing in on me and i wake up.


      Notes: I have finally killed that damn clown that has tormented me as a child! I feel like i can take on anything now. =D That clown use to haunt me every single night! Now that the tables have been turned...i should pay Jason Vorhees a visit next...
    9. 05.15.12

      by , 05-15-2012 at 12:22 PM
      Two Dream Fragments:

      1. Visiting my friend Crystal at her childhood home. She was worried about something and I was helping her.
      2. Teaching kids to cook.

      Managed to slip into deep relaxation after the alarm sounded this morning. But really need more time to complete a WILD.
      Categories
      non-lucid , side notes
    10. Lucid Funyuns - 05142012 (Dreams 1 and 2 of 5)

      by , 05-15-2012 at 07:51 AM
      [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Dream 1 - (fragment)[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I’m at the Zilker Hillside Theater, in Zilker Park. I’mhappy that my mom has brought me to dance at the hillside, even though she hastaken some risk in bringing me. A friend of mine is with me and we are runningaround, playing and being excited.[/FONT][/SIZE][FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3] [/SIZE][/FONT]
      [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Dream 2 - Lucid Eating[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I’m at a 7-11, and I’m escaping the storm outside. The rainis heavy, and as I think about it a TV appears and shows the weather radar witha perfect image of the central Texas counties affected. The image is in motionjust like it would appear if I was watching TV in real life.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I’ve mad my way into the aisle with the chips, and somethingby the newspaper stands has distracted me, possibly the newspapers themselves.I find myself staring at them, transfixed by something that hasn’t appeared. Ibecome lucid and realize I’m trying to make something appear.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]A nearby customer, someone young, spots me and asks me, “Whyare you staring at those newspapers?”[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Inside my head I have a debate with myself about what Ishould say.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]-Why am I staring at them? I know nothing is going tohappen.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]-Should I tell him? He’ll just think I’m crazy.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]-If I don’t tell him he’ll think I’m crazy anyway.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]-Maybe he’ll think I’m hiding something. I don’t want him toknow I’m dreaming.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]-He’s still waiting for an answer.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I finally look up at him and just shrug my shoulders,letting him figure it out on his own. He scowls at me, waves his hand at me indismissal and walks out of my sight.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I’m already letting it go, no longer worrying about hisopinion. I turn back around and realize I’m in the chips aisle so I might aswell be eating chips. A bag of Funyuns appears in my hand, and I reach in andgrab a few. I’m eating them and I like them but they aren’t as oniony as Iwould like them to be, and now I’m thirsty. [/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I think, “Well, I am in a 7-11.” and I suddenly have aSlurpee in my hand; It’s cherry flavored, and tastes so very good. (ApparentlyI can conjure drinks better than snacks) I suck on the straw and the drinkfills my mouth, though time seems to fly by and my drink is gone before I getto savor it. It was a fairly small cup.[/FONT][/SIZE][FONT=Times New Roman]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I looked back out of the store towards the street, noticingthe store is located at a corner a few blocks from my house instead of where itis normally located further down the main road. In the street outside I seeseveral feet of water flowing along the gutter. It’s abnormal for that quantityof water to flow along the street, and as I watch the flood moving down theroad I start worrying about my son who is camping in Bastrop. I reason that ifAustin is getting this much rain, he likely is also, especially since I saw theradar image showing the rain moving that direction.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]And then I woke up.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT]
      Tags: 7-11, eating, lucid, storms
      Categories
      side notes , lucid
    11. Hungergames? :O May 15th 2012

      by , 05-15-2012 at 06:19 AM (The weird dreams of Appe96)
      Notes Dream Lucid

      Fragment 1: I was in this hotel, talking to some ladies. It seems that they got their style from 1940 or something.We were talking about hypnosis and some animals, I think :S

      Dream 1:I was in a forest, with a group of people. We were returning home after, we had accomplished a goal/objective. "Home" was the place that we spent the time waiting for objectives.It actually kind of looked like my classroom :S There was a vote on who would get killed, and it happend to be my Patrik, my classmate . He was the "Captain" of our team, wich means that he was the leader of the group.

      The fact that he got killed meant, that we had to get a new leader. Our techer would choose one while we was asleep, and then get the news ay dawn. Guess who became the captain?

      When I got the news, I actually got kind of shocked. I said: "I can't be a leader, I'm bad at leading people!" but my teacher said that it was to late to switch captain.

      We got our objective, wich was running throu the forest, and past all obsticals. We started to run the designated path.
      It's around here were I wake up.

      Dream 2: I had missed the buss, so I was walking to the next busstop. When I finally reached the busstop, I saw Sofia and Sara. One of them is my neighbour, and one of them is my classmate. They were waiting on the buss, but debated if they would take the buss that goes in 5 minutes, or the next one.

      Finally me and them got on to the buss, that were coming in 5 minutes. The thing is tho that they kind of dissapeard. Now I saw Patrik and a 5 years old on the buss. He was telling the kid that it was childish to eat bananaskidz( a type of candy)
      This is where the dream ends.
    12. I'm back! Maj 14th 2012.

      by , 05-14-2012 at 03:49 PM (The weird dreams of Appe96)
      Dreams: Non-lucid, fragment.
      Vivid: Nah
      Dreamsigns: Don't know my dreamsigns yet. Maybe that the booth dream was kind of shining gray/white?
      Notes Dream Lucid

      Fragment 1, around 2 AM - 2.30 AM: I was a bussniesman, and I talked to somone. The conversation was about a stolen bike that I sold. I guess that this took place in my store, but I'm not sure.

      Dream 1, around 6 AM: I played World in conflict(or something similar). The odd thing was, that it was a map that I haven't played on before. The battle took place in a factory, and my team was winning. We all used our reinforementpoints, like crazy because the enemy didn't give a inch. The whole dream ended when my team, finally took the last controllpoint.

      I gotta work on my dreamrecall :/
    13. Shiranui's Dreamscape Adventures

      by , 05-14-2012 at 03:45 PM (Shiranui's Dreamscape Adventures)
      Here I will post my dreams, both lucid and non-lucids. I shall try to keep orders with lots of tags and so on.



      Colour coded for your convinience:


      Non-Lucid
      Semi-Lucid/lacking in clarity or stability.
      Lucid
      Notes/thoughts/clarifications/interpretion is in regular black.
    14. Bands, Band Concerts, and a Brief Lucid Conversation

      by , 05-14-2012 at 03:32 PM (The Lab Notebook)
      Non-lucid, Lucid, [Commentary made while awake]

      [Note: This was my first time taking melatonin. I took a 3mg pill before I went to bed. I'm on a trip, and my hosts offered it to me to help me get over jet lag. I also tried to concentrate on lucid dreaming more than I had been lately, as I was falling asleep. One or both of those things worked.]

      I'm walking along the right-hand side of a broad, wide street, passing several marching bands as they march past in the opposite direction, one after another.

      I'm in a classroom at a school that looks a lot like my old elementary school. There are a lot of other people my age there. A bunch of us start sitting down in a semicircle with our musical instruments; we're about to play an impromptu band concert. TM
      [a real-life friend and roommate who I only met within the last six months] is one of the people participating in the concert, but it's obvious that she doesn't know how to line up for one correctly. I yell at her: “[TM]! You have to sit so that you're spaced evenly! That's the done thing in music!”

      The band starts playing “The Star-Spangled Banner.” The memory of how to play it comes flooding back into my mind from high school.
      [This is a real memory. It was one of the songs I had to memorize how to play for football games.] I'm surprised and pleased to find that I can still play it. As we're playing, though, the other members of the band lose interest, stop playing, and wander out of the room, leaving me playing my clarinet all alone.

      When I get to a stopping place, I stop playing and leave the room in the company of a female teacher. We walk around the western edge of campus and come to the entrance of another classroom, where we stop and talk to a male teacher. Somewhere around this point,
      I realize that I'm dreaming. [I don't remember the specific moment it happened, but I know I've had at least one other dream featuring this version of my old elementary-school campus before.]

      In the conversation with the male teacher, I ask him how old I am right now: “Am I eleven, the age I was when I started playing the clarinet; fourteen, the age I was when I graduated from junior high school; eighteen, the age I was when I graduated from high school; or twenty-six, the age I am right now in the real world?” I mention the real world specifically to see whether he'll pick up on the implication that the world we're in right now isn't real, and how he'll react.

      “There is no real world involved in this discussion!” the male teacher exclaims.

      I decide not to pursue that topic any further, because it's obvious that I'm not going to be able to convince him that this is a dream.
    15. 05.14.12

      by , 05-14-2012 at 01:32 PM
      Had two dreams this morning:

      1. My brother was getting married again. But he was scared shitless. His best friend and I were giving him a pep talk. Never figured out why he was afraid.

      2. I was running around the apartment trying to clear up an issue with references for a new job I really wanted. The reference was the last hurdle before the job would be offered to me. But I was afraid the guy would hear something bad and I'd lose the job.

      Note: good thing I wrote a sentences about each dream when I woke up. Otherwise they'd be completely forgotten by now. I had to refer to those notes to complete my DJ today.

      I think WILD is the induction method for me. Last week I just beat my head on the wall trying to DILD. It seems more natural to slip into the dream from wakefulness than trying to gain lucidity within the dream.
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