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    1. 4 Hours of sleep=no good

      by , 05-23-2012 at 01:45 AM (The Infinite Domain)
      Either I didn't sleep long enough to hit REM or I just didn't recall any of my dreams... Gonna try to crash earlier tonight, see what my subconscious can conceive
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    2. Dream Scenerios

      by , 05-23-2012 at 12:47 AM
      Last night I had another one of those vivid recurring dreams. I was with my family and we were driving on the top of a bridge way up high overlooking what could have been the entrance to Portland or some city. Someone had always wanted to take this trip (and it was a tradition) because they have huge pipes that people go into to shoot out into the water. It always scares me when I'm being told that it's "fun" and everyone's doing it. I am someone who often remembers their dreams, and they are always strange. My dreams are like puzzles, video games, mysteries, adventure stories. Today I drew some pictures of my dream and felt creative for the first time in a while.



      I can't remember much else, other than I know that a lot happened and I can barely piece it all together. I have another story/life going on in these dreams. A whole sleeping dictionary of life mish mashed into surreal states and curiosities. I don't know what this place is, but it always makes me in awe because of the heights, it's like a world intersecting another one, the invisible dreamwalkers who ride above the tops of the bridge, while ordinary sleepers are mindlessly driving their cars across to world below us. The height is infinite, and the cars go fast without fear of falling. The rules of the dreamworld depend on faith and suspension of rationality.



      I have confronted dream characters who act like the ones from the movie Inception. Often indifferent, but one man and I were standing around talking like ordinary people. And I told him that if it was a dream I should try to break through and he said, “I wouldn't if I were you.” I said, “Since this is a dream I can just jump off this height and I won't get hurt...I'll simply fly away”
      I ended up breaking through and these agents in black suits came after me, constantly in these dreams they chased me down. I would cause trouble sometimes, but usually I would be in the real world and I could simply lift off and fly away. Maybe this could truly happen in the real world, maybe there is an intersection between the two. A secret bridge.



      I remember one of my more vivid encounters when I woke myself up and began breaking through. A giant tree monster chased me through decay and time, and a neighbor and her kids that were made of wax or plastic. The mother turned into an angry beast and woke up the monster tree when I told her that she was made of wax, and went all demonic and her children...I don't remember what happened to the children..but I escaped and flew away over the rooftops to a new place...a new hideout.
      There are the dreams where I've supposedly woken the beast. That or the dream guardians are new age fanatics, sually after smoking pot, someone yells "You've woken the beast." this happened once in real life. Anyways, the first dream was during these other freaky dreams, I think I was taking Trazadon at the time and it was making me delirious.



      I remember I was on the edge of a dark swamp, and i saw a vampire who wanted me to stay away and a friend inside who wanted me to come back, well when the vampire came to talk to me I panicked and ran. He told me not to, but it was too late because I made it to the center of the earth where a giant Ouroborus snake monster thing ate me but didn't destroy me.



      then I came back, cause I guess it spit me out. I saw an Agent who looked sorta like Obama who was dressed in a black suite, he walked down this path and said, "Don't you see what you've done Gabby, tsk tsk, you've woken the beast." and he seemed to be checking his watch. "Now it's just a matter of time!" and then the whole place rippled and imploded. Then this happened in the future too, the invisible beasts were everywhere I assume humanity was dwindling, and the roads were covered in sheets of ice.



      Spider machines patrolled for bio-electrical activity, and sensed me...but I escaped...and then other future worlds with all sorts of things happening. Alternate universes...no creepy aliens yet but I have seen fairies and mythical beings of protection. Well I had another you've woken the beast dream, only this one was random...I was going to a beach party but the beast was in the water...and the boat sank or something, which is freaky cuz I was invited to a beach/boat type party with the same characters as in the dream. I don't think I'll go to this one. My dreams also equate BDSM with mind control, go figure.



      I'm only now realizing a good portion of my life has been spent in a sort of unconscious dream world, more often before I took the medications to keep me sane. Because really I could enter these dreams, and there'd be no distinction. I've had premonitions, sometimes I wonder if these people I dream about I just made up in my head!
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    3. A night full of missed dream cues.

      by , 05-22-2012 at 12:16 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


      Im sure you got. Just read away...


      Dream#1 WTF!? Part 1.


      Im with my cousin K, and she tells me that im missing a nightlight for the store or something like that. We start trying to look for the nightlight and ended up getting lost in the woods. I remember her saying that the Goatman lives out here and that we better hurry up and get out of here.

      We ended up making it out of the woods and back to our familiar neighborhood.
      I walk into the store and there is a guard guarding the stores entrance. He ask for ID before i enter the store, i tell him im 27, and don't need any damn ID! And he gives me a look like i need to see it anyway. I tell him i forgot it, and could he check to see if the damn nightlight is on upstairs. He tells me its on and we leave the store.


      Final dream. WTF!? Part 2.

      Im still with my cousin K, and we are using our hands to shovel the snow while walking at the same time?

      It ends up becoming sunny, and we notice this hunter who was walking with a deer over his shoulder, and he was whistling. My cousin K says to me, well here you are i got to go drop off our uncle later. I tell her thanks for the ride, and i'll see her next week.

      I enter the house to find that there are a bunch of hawks sitting in the living room just chilling watching the discovery channel. I tell them dinner will be ready in a few mins and head to the kitchen and start cooking something.



      There is obviously not nothing to say here except...Damn, WTF!

      If anything i did not expect this because i certainly did'nt slack yesterday. Well, i did stay up pretty late and did not do as much subconscious training like should. Well, i am very dissapointed at myself...and i am certainly not going to be slacking tonight!

      The Dreamprofessor will be back onboard tonight ladies and gentlemen!.
    4. Deep Dreaming - Barfight - Earth from Space - Exploring Childhood Dreams - Yuya

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      Hyu
      , 05-21-2012 at 10:51 PM (Hyu's Adventures)
      I can't really keep up with my DJ, which is sort of a good thing I guess?
      I've stopped journaling non-lucids entirely and I'm skipping unimportant details in my lucids.
      For example I skip details such as becoming lucid or doing mental stabilization etc.

      I'm pretty sure this is the longest dream I've ever had.
      It definitely felt "deep", which is how Yuya describes it, which is oddly enough a term WakingNomad uses as well.
      It feels very rewarding to have such a dream after spending dream time "training" to achieve this.



      Day 1: Barfight - Earth from Space

      ... It takes longer than usual to locate Yuya's aura.
      Where... what the hell?
      Is that a bar?
      I also vaguely feel a demonic presence near her.

      I decide not to teleport straight to her, but instead teleport to outside of the bar.
      I'm not really sure what's going on and I don't want to cause a scene.



      I end up in front of what appears to be a bar from an old western.
      It's on top of a cliff with nothing but desert surrounding it.
      The demonic presence is more clear now.
      There's multiple instances, but they all seem weak.
      I decide to mask my own aura after I notice that Yuya is masking hers.
      That's probably why I had trouble locating her.

      I enter the bar, acting as if I belong here.
      I spot Yuya sitting at the bar. She's wearing a brown coat?
      Probably trying to look inconspicuous or something. (Or a firefly reference you idiot)
      I on the other hand am wearing my typical attire.
      But it doesn't matter. If you mask your aura people barely notice you unless you talk to them direcly.
      And even then they usually don't notice any oddities and forget you quickly.
      This works only on weaker minds of course, who don't fully use their 6th sense.

      I sit down next to Yuya and order a beer.
      A passively scan the surrounding aura's.
      Yep, just as I thought, they're all kind of weak. And they are all of demonic nature?
      They are all oddly similar, even though the creatures are of different species.
      Most are humanoid though.
      They must belong together in some way.

      The beer is mediocre. It's lukewarm. Beh.

      "So... What's going on?"
      "Hm..."
      She grins.
      I hear someone drop a glass in the background and it shatters.
      Then it happens again in another corner of the room.
      Yuya's expression reveals that she's responsible for this.
      She's controlling the water molecules in the drinks to throw them off the table.
      It will take these people some time to figure out what's going on.
      The bartender will probably notice first, he has the strongest aura.
      I can already see it in his eyes that he has noticed that something is wrong.
      So... Yuya appears to be starting a barfight.
      Ha, this is kind of fun.
      Since I've started time dilation training we've deliberately gotten ourselves into a lot of trouble.
      Fully emerging myself into the dream allows me to stay for really long times.
      I've managed to stay many hours a few times in a row now.
      The only thing I haven't managed yet is to go to sleep without waking up.

      The bartender looks straight into Yuya's eyes.
      Even if he doesn't notice her aura, he'll be able to tell by her eyes that she's not a demon and that she doesn't belong here.

      "What? Who are you?"
      "*smile* Trouble!"

      The bartender then proceeds to lift up a double barreled shotgun from under the bar and aims it at Yuya's chest.
      I look at Yuya.

      "Have a safe trip."

      The shotgun blast propels her off her chair into the back off the room and she crashes into one of the tables.
      A fight breaks loose.
      This is starting to become very comical.
      Yuya won't need any help. I do kinda want to get involved in the fight though.
      But... priorities!
      I still have that shitty beer taste in my mouth.
      Fortunately I spot a bottle of whiskey.
      The bottle is kind of dirty.
      I grab it, clearly annoying the gentlemen whom it belongs to.
      I take a few big sips directly from the bottle.

      "HEY!"
      "Wat?"

      I unleash a rather colossal burp, and to my surprise I spit quite a bit of fire in the process. Oops.

      "Hey Yuya, I think I just figured out where that whole 'dragons spit fire' thing comes from."
      "Congratu fucking lations."

      She sounds rather occupied defending herself.
      They're attacking her with wooden chairs, how cute.
      Guy next to me I stole the whiskey bottle from has obviously figured out that I'm not supposed to be here.
      He decides to run away... and there I was hoping to throw him across the room.

      My fine bottle of whiskey is shattered by some dude crashing into me.

      "Yuya... did you just throw this guy at me?"
      "Oops?"

      I'll better return him.
      I pick the guy up and throw him back at Yuya.
      It's funny how that works. It feels like throwing a tennis ball.
      I have only fought properly strong opponents lately, I completely forgot how ridiculous my power is compared to normal beings.
      Well, not normal. They are actually halfway decent demons.
      But with mine or Yuya's power it really doesn't make a difference.

      I enter the fight and start throwing more people around.
      This is kinda fun. I like smashing the furniture into pieces.
      Some of them shoot at me with revolvers. This is adorable.
      Do they really think they stand a chance?
      Well, they actually might.
      My aura is probably so intense and overwhelming for them that they can't feel it at all.

      Mid-fight I organize myself a new bottle of whiskey, because I still have some of that atrocious taste in my mouth.
      This one is actually pretty good.
      Most people start running away after they realize that we're completely out of their league.
      Yuya sits down next to me on the only table that is still intact and I share the bottle with her.

      "So. I take it 'start a barfight' is off the list then?"
      "Haha. I think this makes me a bad person."
      "Heh. I wonder what the gods would have thought of this back in the days."
      "Oh boy, I would have been in so much trouble."

      Huh? "The gods?"
      Yuya used to be the goddess of water... uuuuuh.
      There were more gods obviously, but I can't remember.
      I wonder if they're still around.

      A slightly stronger aura emerges from the distance.
      Shortly after what appears to be the town sheriff enters the room pointing a rifle at us.

      "Yeah, good luck with that."
      "Haha."

      That poor guy. He actually catches a glimpse of our true strength.
      He must be terrified. I feel kinda bad now.

      "Dude, don't worry, we'll leave."
      "Okay..."
      "Yeah... we really should go..."

      We get up and Yuya tosses a coin at the sheriff.
      I draw my phoenix wings to teleport us out but I'm not really sure where to go.
      Oh! I have an idea!
      I grab Yuya's hand.

      "I'll show you something interesting."
      "Oh?"

      I want to show her Earth from the ISS.
      It actually takes me a few seconds to find it within all the crap that is in orbit around our planet.
      And something is off, I can't locate any auras within it.
      The port feels different. It feels like the first port I make when I become lucid, not like the kind of port I make to change locations later.
      Am I bringing us back into my private dreams?

      The first thing I notice when we emerge is that it is rather unpleasant being in space.
      My body instinctively reinforces a layer of energy around itself to protect me from the cold, vacuum and radiation.
      We float a few meters and sit on the ISS.



      This is exactly what I wanted to show Yuya.
      Earth is such a beautiful planet. And only a handful of astronauts get to see it at a time.

      "Wow!"

      It's difficult to surprise Yuya like this.
      She's seen so many wonderful things in her life.
      But it seems I have found one that is worthy to be added to that list.

      "She's such a beauty."
      "Yeah... I wonder if I'll ever get to see her like this in my life."
      "But... surely you will? You have had the technology to go to space for many years?"
      "Exactly!"
      "Oh... I don't really understand why this isn't moving forward."
      "*sigh* There's not enough funding because the people in power don't care about it?"
      "How can you not care about it? It's fucking space!"
      "Yeah it's really sad. They argue that we should first solve our problems down on earth instead of bringing them with us to space."
      "That is the most idiotic argument I have ever heard."
      "Yep. And many people hear that and agree with it because they don't know any better."
      "They don't see how much good has come from space exploration."
      "It's the only thing that has managed to unite us as a species, which is kind of sad actually."

      Well shit, I wanted to show Yuya something really cool and beautiful, and now I find myself rambling about the state of our space program.

      "But there's hope! Private companies are getting involved who want to get commercial programs started."
      "Ah!"
      "So... I'm still confused about this."
      "Huh?"
      "Are we in your world or in my dream space right now?"
      "... How can you not know this?"
      "I don't know..."
      "We're in your dream space or bubble or whatever you want to call it of course."
      "Right. Because the ISS doesn't exist in your world."
      "Right."
      "But Earth does?"
      "Yes, but it's another Earth. It's another dimension entirely."
      "And the Moon"
      "Yeah."
      "The green Moon"
      "Ha. Wasn't that one of you dreamers who did that?"
      "WakingNomad"
      "Heh. He sounds like an interesting fellow."

      I spot someone in the Cupola module gazing at Earth as well.


      If this were the real world and she saw 2 guys sitting in outer space she'd probably have a heart attack.
      I start to feel tired. Took me a long time to get lucid, then we had a barfight and now I'm resisting the dangers of outer space.

      "Yeah, we should go to bed, I haven't slept in 22 hours."
      "Does Teraluna have a 24 hour cycle as well?"
      "No, it's about 28 hours."

      I summon my phoenix wings and target Teraluna.

      "Can you really not feel it?"
      "Hmm?"
      "The difference between the universes, or planes or whatever. Like, when you target Teraluna, can you not feel how it isn't a location created by your own mind?"
      "Uh. I guess... I always assumed that anything I target with the wings must be in your world."
      "Huh, that's really weird. You dreamers really seem to have a hard time perceiving these kind of things."

      We teleport to Teraluna.
      It's nighttime. We both walk under one of the many small waterfalls within Yuya's place before getting to bed.
      This is how you shower on Teraluna. There is something cleansing about these things.
      It's much more practical than using soap, and you can also dry yourself up with some quick magic tricks.
      I simply boil the remaining water on my skin away.
      We need this stuff in waking life. And also magic.
      Everything is better with magic.

      We get into bed.
      I love this ridiculously large bed.
      It got these satin-like bed sheets that are kind of cold and feel super refreshing.
      They also smell really nice.
      And the mattress is sooo soft.
      I quickly feel rather dizzy and my vision becomes all fuzzy.
      I don't have time to think about the issues I've been having with sleeping dreams, which might be a good thing though.
      I fall asleep. I clearly feel my dream body turning off.
      My eyes close automatically, but my vision remains very active.
      I see colorful plasma clouds and a lot of pink noise.

      I feel cold wind on my skin as images are coming into existence.
      They're memory flashes mixed with some really odd things I do not know.
      The word "Ravenclaw" pops into my head.
      Then I see tribal dragons and ravens flying around...



      Day 2: Exploring Childhood Dreams

      ... Mmmh. I want to sleep some more.
      I nest myself deeper into the bedsheets without any intention of getting up.

      "Uuuh, we should really get up."
      "I don't wanna."
      "Dude."

      She starts poking me relentlessly until I get our of bed.
      Everything is a bit of a blur.

      We have breakfast when it finally strikes me.
      I finally managed to sleep in a dream!
      Holy shit!
      And it feels quite odd.
      The "omgthisisamazing imsuperexcited" train of thought is certainly there but I don't feel it?
      That tension in your body you feel when you get extremely excited which can cause you to wake up?
      It's not there. It doesn't make it feel any less of an achievement, but I perceive it as rather odd that the sensation is missing.
      This is a good thing though I suppose.

      Yuya's expression changes to a rather intriguing smile.

      "Hyu... do you think you are ready for me to show you something about your past?"

      She's excited.

      "Yes. Of course! What do you want to show me?"

      Part of me hopes that it might be about how we've met, but I know that's not going to happen anytime soon.

      "I need you to close your eyes."

      Sure. I just slept without waking up like a boss, shouldn't be a problem to close my eyes.
      ... sleeping without waking up. One of those things that only makes sense in a dream.
      I hear Yuya approaching and she sits down on my lap.
      She seems to look into my closed eyes.
      I can feel her thoughts entering my head.
      They feel so different from my own.

      I can see a scene materializing. Just like when you WILD. I get incoherent flashes first, and then everything stabilizes.

      "Open your eyes."

      I open them and see both her and the scene from my imagination.
      She's drawn into my eyes and after a moment of heavy confusion we find ourselves in this new place.
      I look around. It appears that we're on some sort of rather huge space station.



      We're standing on the outer hull. There's gravity and an atmosphere, and temperatures appear to be normal.
      There must be some kind of forcefield surrounding the station that prevents the atmosphere from escaping.

      And then I suddenly get chills.
      Holy shit!
      I know this place!

      "This is..."
      "Oh my god... this is..."
      "Fuck, I can't remember the name... it's... there's the motorcycle races and colony and mining and..."

      Ugh, too much information at once.

      "Take it easy. You have all the time you need."
      "This is from my dreams. These were like my first consistent lucid dreams."
      "Except I didn't know what lucid dreams were..."
      "Wow, I must have been like... not even in my teens yet."

      My memories are vague, but I start to recall the global setting.
      This is a slave colony built around a big asteroid.
      The slaves are forced to harvest it, which is a rather difficult task.
      There were these bunk rooms were you live with 20ish other people.
      Then every day you get up, go mine.
      If you find valuable minerals you can trade them for food.
      I was one of these slaves.
      During some event I escaped the system and was able to enter the automated regions of the station,
      where there are no cameras.
      I Mcgyvered myself a small sleeping compartment in between some plasma conduits.
      Nobody dares to get close to them, so I was safe there.
      I got my water from the automated water recycling system and traded it and some things I've built for food with people in similar situations than myself.

      And then there were the motorcycle races.
      Holy shit those were amazing... and scary... and... batshit insane!
      There were different racing classes, much like in a video game.
      Starts out at D, then goes up to C, B, A and finally S.

      D is comparable to superbikes in waking life.
      Then with C class you get electric downforce systems.
      They produce downforce without creating drag. Something with artificial gravity or magnets, I can't remember.
      But you get the idea. You have ludicrous grip with these modules, so you're able to put down
      a lot more power, break much harder and later, and corner at multiple g's.

      The races were held on the outer hull of the station. The outside got pressurizes for maintenance on a regular basis,
      just like it is now, so you can walk around and race motorcycle outside.
      The higher classes had actual race tracks that surrounded the whole station, and they were insanely dangerous.
      The station owners obviously knew about this and about all of the slaves that had escaped to the automated regions, but they didn't care.
      They probably made a ton of money with the races, so why would they?

      Races were properly dangerous as I already mentioned.
      Not only do the motorcycles go way too fast, but all of them are tinkered together.
      When you win races you get money, which is useless except for buying new parts.
      They make you faster, you get into higher classes, win more money etc.
      You're pushing most of the components way past their limit once you get into the higher classes.
      It's perfectly normal for one or two bikes to blow up during a race and people dying because their brakes failed or they cornered a split second too late.

      You can get to A class on the parts you can buy, but winning A races or getting into S requires you to build your own custom stuff.
      I had a few useful contacts that could forge things for me if I gave them blueprints, but obviously you can't test anything.
      You have an idea, you build it, install it and hope you'll somehow survive the next race.

      "This was pretty sick. And by that I don't mean awesome... well, maybe a little."
      "But... this was a bit messed up though. How did I come up with that?"

      "Eh, video games might have played a role."
      "Maybe..."

      We walk around and I remember most locations.
      The world is frozen though. It's like walking through a memory snapshot.
      I can move things, but nothing will act on its own and all characters are frozen in time.
      Most of them have blurry faces, which I assume is because I don't remember how they looked.

      I find a small hangar which I shared with another racer. Both of our bikes should be in there.
      I open the hangar using a hidden button on the outside.
      And sure enough, both bikes are there.
      The other racer is also there, and I can actually see his face.
      He played a major role in those dreams. He was also the one who got me my first bike.


      (Imagine this, except longer, twice as fat, and an engine that barely fits)

      I sit on my old bike and turn on the systems.
      Ecu, ignition, fuel 1, fuel 2...
      Xgc? No idea what that was but better turn it on.
      Throttle to 2% and a strong kick to the starter.

      I nearly shit my pants as the engine comes to life.
      I remembered it as pretty brutal, but mother of god...
      I immediately let go of the throttle.
      The revs drop to about ~4,5k where the engine begins to idle very roughly.
      It idles at 4500rpm? holy shit!
      Further inspection reveals that the rev indicator goes all the way up to 20k.
      Redline starts at 14.000 but I remember reving it to over 17.000 on a regular basis.
      The cooling systems can take it just barely.

      I rev the engine gently and it immediately shoots up high into the rev range.
      These things don't really have flywheels. The clutch is pretty much an on/off switch.
      You use it once to get going and from there on you shift sequentially.
      Investigating the engine, the exhaust manifolds indicate a V10 engine.
      But then I spot another set coming from below. An X20?
      The exhaust manifolds feed into two massive turbochargers that finally lead to 4 straight exhausts.
      Even though the engine is idling, the pipes are glowing all the way back.
      The bike is huge, but the engine barely fits.

      I wonder how much power this has.
      I remember getting it up past 700km/h on a straight runway, and just over 900 on a few suicidal runways that had
      track parts that pointed straight down for a few kilometers.
      At these speeds, even if you hide your face behind the tiny windshield, you simply cannot breathe.
      You just hold it in until the next corner, and hope you don't black out during breaking.
      I turn the engine off... now is not the time to race it. I'll definitely come back though.

      I investigate the rest of the station with Yuya and try to remember things.
      We talk about the only guy I can remember mostly.
      I explain to Yuya what he did, how he got me my first bike and taught me how to upgrade it etc.
      During that I realize that he was a dream guide.
      I ask Yuya if he's Faye without thinking, which she laughs at.
      Obviously he wasn't.

      "So, what was the reason for racing? I mean sure, it's exciting, but also quite suicidal."
      "Yeah... there was a rumor that when you win the S cup you can buy your freedom."
      "They'll give you your identity back and get you to the next tradehub with some money."
      "Ah. That makes sense."
      "Yeah... it was a scam though. Only people with superhuman capabilities could get into S class and actually win."
      "Obviously such a person would win nearly all races once he becomes skilled enough."
      "That is a problem for the station owners because if the same person wins every time it becomes boring and they make less money."
      "So once every S cup, they sell 'freedom' to the best guy. It's a good excuse for making someone disappear really."
      "It gives all the racers a reason to race and keeps the crowd entertained. In the end they just kill you though."

      But she already knew that, she asked to help me remember.
      Fuck, this whole setting was dark.
      Young me had some messed up dreams.

      After spending half a day exploring old dreams we get back to Teraluna, where we proceed to drink and smoke what resembles weed.
      It tastes different though, but it does a rather good job at getting you high.

      We go to bed where I snuggle with Yuya.
      Before falling asleep I make a rather overwhelming discovery.
      Except it's... well it's not.

      I'm holding Yuya in my arms as we fall asleep and I can feel her chest expanding as she breathes.
      I can even feel her heartbeat.
      Now, this is obviously perfectly normal, but for some reason I cannot help thinking:
      "She is real!" as if this was some kind of proof of her existence.
      This makes me think of waking life for the first time in many hours.
      I question the reasoning I make in waking life but know that there's nothing I can do about it.
      I think differently here.

      I fall asleep and get pretty interesting visuals.
      It's mostly very vividly colored plasma clouds and some geometric shapes.
      It looks really interesting and makes me feel blissful.



      Day 3: Yuya

      I can't remember waking up, but I'm still on Teraluna.
      It's afternoon and I'm coloring Yuya's back with some kind of dragon like tribal patterns.



      There's a dance this evening which is why I'm doing this.
      I have to be careful not to color over the tiny things living in her back, and on all the other citizens of Teraluna.
      They grow up there using the body heat and Teralunas atmosphere.
      If you leave they hide in a deeper layer of your skin.
      When they have matured they fly away and new ones settle in in their place.
      They're pretty cool because they glow in the dark.

      I'm not really drawing these things myself. I just let dragonic energy slowly flow into some sort of pen and everything else just happens.
      My hand moves on its own. I couldn't draw like that.
      Then it suddenly strikes me.
      Yuya is naked.
      Well... yeah. Obviously duh. How else could I paint her entire back?

      I gently kiss her on her neck.
      ...
      What am I doing?
      I wouldn't have dared to do that not too long ago.
      I used to feel so shy around her, but that's gone completely.
      She enjoys it, so I kiss her again, which starts a series of events leading to her bedroom.
      It's very different from a recent dream with the hibiscus girl.
      It probably helps that I didn't turn into a fucking animal, which still weirds me out thinking back.
      I'm more like myself. The whole experience is very blissful, but even more powerful in emotions.
      It's very difficult to explain. Everything is just right. I'm at peace...

      We're at the party were we dance to music that bears a strong resemblance to vocal trance.
      Liv is there as well, and it takes us half an eternity to motivate her to join us on the dance floor.
      My vision becomes messed up because the scene is very dark, but lights are flashing everywhere.


      I also start seeing the music at some point. Deep tones warp the entire field of vision whereas
      high tones influence the colors I'm seeing.
      At some point I loose it and wake up.


      I'm properly confused for one or two seconds, thinking I woke up in a wrong bed and that I must have a false awakening.
      Logic kicks in quickly though and everything is perfectly clear.
      I close my eyes again and go through the dream backwards, trying to remember every detail.
      Then I get up and immediately write the whole thing down rather than taking dream notes.

      Updated 05-21-2012 at 11:14 PM by 37117

      Categories
      lucid , memorable , side notes
    5. How I Learned to Possess Dream Characters

      by , 05-21-2012 at 04:45 PM (The Lab Notebook)
      Awake, Lucid dream, [Commentary made while awake]

      After I've woken up in the night and am going back to sleep, I feel that sensation of floating, of being untethered from gravity and from anything else physical. I know that I can enter a dream from here if I let myself float away. I do so, and immediately find myself in a dream. [I have to admit, though, I'm not 100% certain that my consciousness remained continuous from the time I woke up to the time I entered the dream, so I'm only willing to use my WBTB and DILD tags for this entry, not my WILD one.]

      I'm in a bright, sunny, pedestrian-oriented shopping area, with a wide, winding sidewalk that leads between a series of large, curving, mostly-white buildings, each of which contains many different shops and restaurants. One of them has a large Cold Stone Creamery sign on the outside. It's very pretty, and looks very real. I'm very pleased to be in a lucid dream again.

      At some point while exploring this new dreamscape, I see several friends of mine from earlier periods of my life
      [high school and/or college - I don't remember this part all that clearly]. Then, I wander through a small exterior door in one of the buildings, which leads into a classroom. In this classroom, the desks are set up in several sets of rows that are set at right angles to each other. The aisle between the rows of desks begins near the door and goes right through where the corners of those right angles would be. All the desks are filled with young adults, like me, but I don't know any of them. I walk down the aisle toward the front of the classroom. There is a male teacher there, leading the class in a discussion about something, but he doesn't complain or try to shut me up when I interrupt him and say to the class:

      “Anyone want to help me out with this possession thing?”


      [Or some similar words to that effect.] By this point, I've remembered one of the current Tasks of the Month and decided that with all these DCs around, it should be easy to give it a try. [I'm not surprised that I asked if one of my DCs would willingly act as the possessee. Possessing someone by force or surprise doesn't appeal to me at all; I already knew that about myself.]

      A woman in the front row, on my left (the teacher's right), raises her hand and stands up. She's maybe an inch taller than I am, but stockier, and has dark red hair and green eyes. Both of us are wearing jeans. She follows me to the back of the classroom.

      “I want my gold star, dammit!” I say, just before I go to work on possessing her.
      [I was talking about the gold wings I was going to earn here on DreamViews (or rather, the silver wings - in the excitement of the moment, I completely forgot that we had switched the basic and advanced tasks early in the month), but my exclamation came out as the commonplace expression meaning a reward or recognition for an achievement. My subconscious betrays my true colors: I really want recognition for my lucid dreaming achievements. Wow, I'm shallow. :blush: ]

      My method of possessing people is as follows: I stand directly behind the red-haired woman, and we clasp hands with our fingers interlaced. Then, I press the trunk of my body into her back, with our shoulders aligned, and push myself forward until our bodies merge. It's a somewhat slow process at first, since the substance of her body offers some resistance to mine, but it works. [I already know how to become intangible to walk through things in dreams; why didn't I think to make use of that ability and adapt it to this purpose? I don't know.] In a few moments, I'm standing in her body and controlling it from the inside. It has an awkward, heavy feeling to it, but it's really cool. When I've made it all the way forward, I notice that I've done an incomplete job; I can still feel our hands clasped together, and my feet are sticking out above hers, because she was taller than me to begin with. “We're supposed to merge them together,” I say. I straighten out my fingers and merge them with hers, and push down with my feet so they're merged properly. Then, I walk forward, one step at a time. It feels heavy and awkward, like I'm wearing several layers of really heavy clothes. I walk out through the door of the classroom into the sunlit walkway. Then, I collapse onto the ground and try to extricate myself from my DC. I only succeed in discarding the pair of jeans the DC was wearing, leaving them lying on the ground.

      I get up, go back into the classroom, and try again to release my DC from possession. This time, it works. The DC steps forward and away from me, and calmly walks back to her seat. The other DCs in the class seem to approve of the successful possession.
      [If my DC now wasn't wearing pants, none of the characters in the dream seemed to take any notice, including the red-haired DC herself. I think she just had a long, dress-like blouse on.]

      I want to practice this newfound skill again, so I look around the classroom. In an aisle seat on my right (the teacher's left), a man with black hair in a ponytail is sitting. That'll be different, I think. [Being in a man's body will be different, I mean.] I look at him, and he gets up and allows me to take possession of him in the same way. This time, it's a little bit easier and goes a little faster. Unfortunately, I woke up shortly after this point.
    6. Lucid Dream Compilation?

      by , 05-21-2012 at 02:44 AM (The Infinite Domain)
      I'm thinking about compiling all of my lucid/semi-lucid dreams and making a section in my DJ. I haven't really been trying to LD recently, and I could probably increase my numbers if I attempted WILD and WBTB techniques.

      Goodnight, fellow dreamers! I'll let you know of my subconscious adventures tomorrow
    7. Notes

      by , 05-20-2012 at 11:25 PM (School 2)
      Short NM. Woke briefly. Dreamt well.

      Updated 06-04-2012 at 09:28 AM by 25261

      Categories
      side notes
    8. The Piggyback Ride - 05192012

      by , 05-20-2012 at 07:31 AM
      So, in this dream I had a couple moments of lucidity and I even had thoughts of a fellow DV member, though sadly I never got to find them or interact with them. I hope they show up in a dream again. It would seriously help me in the Competition Thread.

      [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I find myself downtown on the south side of the river, and I’mheaded to the U.T. Law Center, represented in my dream by an oversized versionof the Palmer Events Center, round and taller than any of the other structuresalong the river shore.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Since I seem to lack transportation I hitch a ride withthree young women who appear to have recently been swimming at Barton Springs.All are wearing bikini tops and loose skirts, tan skin showing their dedicationto the sun. I seem to know these women pretty well though I can’t recall everspeaking any of their names out loud. I’m glad they picked me up. The day iswarm and the walk would have been long.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]We’re driving in a large convertible, something left overfrom the 70’s I suspect. It’s wide with a heavy body, painted an off-whitecolor though I think it’s just the age of the exterior that makes it look thisway. As we turn into the parking lot for the Law Center the car bounces usaround and into each other, but no one complains. [/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The parking lot is bumpy and unpaved but as we progressthrough it the ride becomes smoother. The ground, previously dry and uniform,is now a rocky surface covered with water varying in depth from a couple inchesto just over a foot. The water is clear despite being in a well-traveledparking lot, and I connect this to the thoughts about the women swimming. Theview of this terrain brings me to lucidity, knowing that I should be in aparking lot formerly occupied by a Mexican restaurant and a Hooters. The wateris way too blue in spots to even exist in its present form. I rarely see thisshade of blue and the word ‘azure’ comes into my mind.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3] Though I had beensitting in the back seat of the car I suddenly find myself on the back of theyoung woman who had been driving, and the other women disappear. The car isalso gone, and somehow we are gliding over the terrain. I seem to bepiggybacked onto the young woman, and as she looks over her left shoulder at meI lay my head against her back, my face against her skin between her shoulderblades. She is soft, warm, and it feels nice to be close to her. The vividnessof being lucid allows me to examine her skin in detail, though I remainrespectful and resist the urge to nuzzle as she is quickly carrying me to mydestination. I do give her the briefest of kisses, and I think about how I missbeing held.[/SIZE][/FONT]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]We seem to have no trouble avoiding the bumps and notstepping majorly into the water, and in no time I find myself entering themassive complex, the women all left to go their own way. I walk in and beginworking my way to the third floor. The levels are separated by a curving slopedpassageway that surrounds the exterior of the building, windows all along theoutside, as if I’m walking up the threads of a massive screw. The third floorof this building is as high as the twelfth floor of any ordinary structure.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]At the end of the curve on the third floor I find myselfjust outside the Civil Liberties Center, a place where I know I can get helpfor my friend who has been erroneously imprisoned. With the outside windows tomy right I am facing the entrance to my destination. To my left is a corridor,and beside that is a bathroom. The halls are separated by a gray door, thecovering of a large electrical panel. I wonder briefly about the wisdom ofplacing electrical access in the main hallway but I do not stick around toponder the question. My friend is in need.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Entering the Civil Liberties Center I am almost disappointedby how understated the room is. The room is less than 20 feet wide and perhapsnot more than 15 feet deep. A large counter spans the space between walls, andbehind it is a tall and rather thin hippie, busy at work stacking hundreds ofpublications into piles, all of which have some kind of orange lettering on thecover. His skin is sickly white, as though he hasn’t seen sun in years. He iswearing a loose shirt and some very tight blue-jean shorts that extend to justabove his knees, allowing his pasty legs to be visible. I think he may bewearing a hat but it wasn’t important enough to remember. He grins as he works,a scary look for his appearance, and it seems as if he has forgotten what asmile is supposed to represent. I’m a little creeped out by him. [/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]A curved wall is to my right, and outside the window I cansee a long above-ground covered walkway leading into the nearby building, somesort of processing complex that I may need to visit next. I’m not entirely surewhat it is though I suspect it’s where Sivason is being held. I can’t see howit connects to the building I am in but it looks like it could be on the floorbelow me. I don’t recall passing any access point.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I’m standing against the curved wall, my back pressedagainst it as I try to keep out of the way. To my right is another personstanding just as I am, dressed mostly in black and much younger than me. Theyhave a subversive look to them, as though they are here to cause trouble. Ilook past him and my gaze is upon the piles of publications, my efforts turnedto deciphering the lettering on the cover. I have to strain to get a glimpse Ican focus on, and as the lettering resolves itself I see it has the logo of theUniversity of Texas on the cover. Instantly I am uninterested, knowing thatnothing they publish could help me in my situation. Before the logo becameclear I had considered picking up a copy to see what it was, but I no longercare.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]As my gaze turns back towards the room I become aware of thesecurity guard standing perhaps three feet in front of me. He’s a black man ina bright blue uniform and he is staring at me intently. His eyes areunsettling, and I feel slightly threatened.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The young man standing next to me mutters the word “protest”,and I’m not sure if he is at the Center to protest or he protests the behaviorof the security guard. Either way the word provokes a reaction from the man infront of me.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“You know what we do to people who protest around here?” Hespeaks slowly and his voice has clear malice in it.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Not wanting to seem bothered, and feeling slightly annoyed,I reply, “Give them a cookie?”[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Second-guessing myself and deciding I probably shouldn’tupset the man, I decide to humor him and make an allowance for his overtly rudedemeanor.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“No, what?” I try not to sound condescending.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]“We string them up by their feet and leave them.” His threat is unveiled, and though hiswording is rather vague I’m filled with the impression that I don’t want to beleft anywhere by him.[/SIZE][/FONT]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The hippie behind the counter, who has been quiet up to now,suddenly chimes in.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“Heh, you better believe him!” His voice sounds old andcracks like he hasn’t been drinking enough fluids. His creepy smile only addsto the effect, completing the appearance of someone who has lost his ability todeduce reality.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I roll my eyes in disgust for both of them and simply walkout, back to the hallway I was in previously. I think my next goal will be totry the other station that is slightly down the side corridor I passed on myway in. In the mean time I feel angry, and my compulsion to express that angerleads me to hang a large book from the edge of the electrical panel, danglingby a thick elastic cord. In my mind I know this will upset them and get evenwith them for my poor treatment, though I can’t even imagine how it would causeanyone grief. [/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I never seem to make it to the other counter and I’m insteadovertaken by my need to use the bathroom. I walk into a room that is not partof the complex I had been in, white stucco walls giving me the impression ofbeing inside a house from my past. The room is large for a bathroom, spacious,and the main furnishing is a toilet set against a small outcropping of wall.Beyond the potty is a hallway leading into a closet pass-through and a bedroomwith two people in it.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The toilet has a thick, padded seat on it, and it’s an oddsensation to experience below my butt. Finishing my business on the toilet Ireach for the handle to flush it and the loud sound of water swirling in thebowl fills the room. I look at the toilet as I realize the swirl is toointense, and some of the water is going too high. The seat and lid is slightlyaskew where it’s attached and this allows water to splash on the floor and thewall. My irritation at the thought of having to take care of this is almostenough to make me cry.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Reaching for the toilet paper as the closest source ofabsorbency I begin sopping up the spills. Some of the liquid seems to be mixedwith pee that has stained the floor and the bottom of the wall next to thetoilet. As I reach maximum capacity for each lump of toilet paper I throw itinto the corner to soak up any water it can handle, knowing that I will stillhave to clean up that mess.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Behind me is a large bucket, similar to the 5-gallon stylefound at any local hardware store. Water has splashed on it also, and I reachover to pour it off, not expecting the deluge that pours off the lip of thebucket just below the lid. My feet are wet, the floor is wet, and now I haveeven more mess to clean up. At least the spill is just water, and I continuepouring, watching as the fluid splashes and dances in the light spilling intothe room from a high window. This is my last glimpse of lucidity.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]And then I wake up.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT]
    9. 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
      memorable , side notes , non-lucid
    10. 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]
    11. 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
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    12. 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
    13. Welcome.

      by , 05-19-2012 at 04:41 AM
      This is just an introduction.
      Categories
      side notes
    14. 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
      side notes , memorable
    15. 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.
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