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I'm in the church car-park smoking a fag, while being stoned off my mind. I then realise I've starting smoking again and get really upset with myself because I'm trying to stop it all, so I just pass it to my friend Niall who says to me ''It's only a fag man. Just smoke it.'' (or something like that) but I clearly tell him that I don't want to because I'm meant to be stopping.

I got a new spiderman game for the 360 but I can only play it round my bro's ('cause I don't have a 360). It's an overhead view and he's got some pretty kick-ass moves.

BACKGROUND INFO: My Dad recently had a very severe heart attack, thankfully survived, and is currently on the mend.
I'm sitting on a bench (in college) with Dad and somebody else. Kyle Lorrie (some fat kid who gave me a load of grief during secondary school) then starts physically assaulting my Dad and throwing him around the place (I can't remember the dream well, but it consisted of things like this constantly with this Kyle fellow. Me and 2 of my best m8's were having some sort of war with him.)
I clearly remember thinking at the time that this could go VERY badly because he's trying to recover, but feel frozen and can't do anything about it.

I'm going out of the college grounds at night with somebody else, but there are loads of zombies/evil spirits out there, so I chicken out and go back in.

I'm on my bike going somewhere.. near some sort of car-park. I then go through a door, up some stairs (I think) and into a ladies toilet room. There's somebody in there (a girl) who I talk to about something.

I'm in school having a massive war with random people in my secondary school's upper school hall and the area round about (random guns/upgrades on the floor) which is awesome as hell. The only problem is, I run out of ammo and am then trying to get a new gun 'cause theres this girl I seriously wanna nuke. People keep knicking the one I'm gonna go for though
Eventually they wanna put on some film though (toy story maybe?) so I go up to the big screen and take the disc out (it's made of paper?? ).

[I]Okay... So vividity is not a "real" word. It's a dream word, so fuck you! :cheeky: This was the most vivid lucid dream of my entire life. It's because I removed my Blur Lens.[/I]
SUPERLUCID

I am practicing a parkour technique I just created in this dream called gliding. It’s running without bouncing up and down. I am at my house, which in my dreams, is always a different house. Somehow I know it’s mine. I am outside in the yard, gliding to the door, a few inches above the ground, taking impossibly long strides. Then, I realize it’s physically impossible, and I must be dreaming, even though it’s super vivid. It’s 100% clear, just like real life.

It’s a balmy night here in tropical dream land. I look up at the sky, and levitate about 40 feet off of the ground. I notice a tree I am looking at starts to fade. I often focus intently on things in dreams to make my dream more vivid. I look at the sky. The clouds passing in front of the moon look amazing. Stars are out, bigger and brighter than in waking life. A moth flutters across my field of vision. I am amazed by its perfect flight and detail.

The tree below is still fading into darkness and blurriness somehow. “Should I go to the Moon? No. I have to make this dream more vivid first. Just be patient, and enjoy the moment. It’s a beautiful dream.”

I float down about fifteen feet until I can see the Moon behind the tree. The brightness of the moon makes the edges of the leaves and shapes in the tree sharpen. A zephyr blows by and the leaves blow in the wind, so perfectly vivid, it’s like magic. Now there is nothing blurry in this dream. It looks exactly like waking life. EXACTLY.

A swarm of gnats suddenly is flying around my left forearm. I somehow associate this with discomfort from the physical plane bleeding over into this one. I suddenly feel an obnoxiously intense itch on my leg. I know it’s my physical body. I can’t help it. I wake up, and scratch.

[I]Lessons Learned and Commentary: I fell asleep in the living room at my sister's place. I woke up at 3 am, and went home. I then read one of my dreams from almost two years ago where I had an amazingly successful WILD. Uncannily, I perfectly described my last lover. (Not Angel, we broke up, but it's cool.)

I don't remember if I did WILD or not, but I did induce a lucid dream! I have released my fear of getting obsessed with my magnificent dreams, which has allowed perfect clarity in dreams, exactly like waking life. Most "regular" (not Deep Dream State) lucid dreams with me being outside at night. I usually try to fly to the moon, always unsuccessfully. This time, I just decided to be in the moment, and enjoy the beauty around me. You see, I have been working on making my regular LD's just like my Deep Dream State dreams. I am teaching my lucid mind all the things my Delta mind knows. So, it's like I am starting all over again, but I know everything I need to to get to the point where I want to go because I am already there!

I am excited about this type of lucidity. One mistake I made was I went to bed dirty. That's why I was itchy. I know it's gross, but I keeps it real. I usually shower before bed, but I crashed at my sister's place blah blah blah. Anyway, it makes me realize how important it is to dull any stimulus from your physical body. Be comfortable, clean, wear earplugs, and a blindfold or sleep mask. If your place is noisy play some music, or turn on a fan to mask the noise. These simple things are very important to extend LD time.

Another thing I learned is that not only do I have a certain sleep cycle where I have more LD's, it's always around a certain time! It's always around 7AM, even if I stay up late or whatever. I am on Spring Break. That means a lot of sleeping in, and a lot of LD's!

I have accomplished my goal of making my dreams as clear as waking life. My new goal is to stay in a lucid dream as long as I can. [/I]

Prediction: I am going to have charged dreams tonight. I hope to go lucid.

I had my first day of trucking school today. I drove a tractor trailer. This should be a great stimulus to induce great dreams. Also, I'm going to pretend to shoot fireballs from my hands and watch things blow up before I go to bed. I am hoping acting out will help me go lucid and have better control. I will then try to enter my nightmare.

I have been talking with someone on DV who suggested that I pretend as I did when I was a kid, whatever my dream goal is. Much of that conversation took place last night. Before going to bed, I spent a little while pretending that I could shoot fireballs from my hands. Then I went to bed.

I was in a park. A DC told me to pretend with my Dream Goal, so I started pretending that I was shooting fireballs at trees, that they exploded, and the explosion blew me backwards.

The DC didn't seem to be impressed by my ability to pretend. Soon the DC tells me to look down the hill. I see my daughter with a lighted ball. This represents some kind of success. It is "like a fireball." It was pretty cool, and I suppose it was a great tool to pretend it is a fireball.

My daughter throws it up to me, and I turn and throw it up to my son. We play this for couple throws until one time I throw it to my son and it doesn't make it all the way to him. It starts to roll towards him, but turns and goes across the street.

The next thing I know he is across the street with the ball. I run over to him and explain that he has to look both ways. It is a $1.00 ball that I can buy again, and nothing is more important than him being safe. At that point, the ball was not the lighted ball anymore.

This wasn't what I wanted for last night, but at least my intention came through in my dreams.

going to the moon

"i'll be back"

The start of this dream is very hazy, although the recollected portion contains an element that was connected to the forgotten beginning. The visuals were all very realistic. This dream is similar to Monstrous Distant Future.

Myself, and a group of people were being stalked by well armed men. We made our way through what looked like a heavily fortified underground base. The halls were illuminated future blue and made of smooth cement with digital entry pads. We made our way through a huge metal door and it shut behind us. Now we were inside some kind of military garage.

It was almost pitch black, so I took out my flashlight. (This is my newest flashlight in real life.) I was looking around at different items, I could distantly hear the well armed men outside still. My battery died on my flashlight. (In real life, the batteries are getting low and need to be replaced soon.) I looked in my pockets for another flashlight and could only produce two highlighter pens. (Both in real life are low on ink also!) Someone else turned on there flashlight, and I saw a few armored vehicles around that looked as if they were being repaired from small arms fire.

One area contained a crashed vehicle that had been chasing us earlier in the dream. I remember thinking we should scavenge it for whatever we could, but the crash seemed very eerie. I lost my nerve to take the dead people out of it.

I made my way over to another heavy metal door with a glowing keypad. I exited the base into what appeared to be a residential neighborhood of three or four story buildings. These were condo like. Brown painted wood, with huge living room windows on the 2nd floor. Some of the group followed me out into this courtyard. Matte87 (from Dream Views) was one of them (he looked like he does in his profile picture). He seemed disgusted at how comfortable these people were, while our group was living like rats. (This was connected to something he mentioned in a recent Dream post.) He grabbed some rocks, and started launching them at this huge window - while just then a yuppie looking woman was walking up her stairs. I grabbed a coffee mug from off the ground and was about to launch next, but felt nervous to be caught.

Some of our group had made their way up to a clubhouse in this complex with a bar. I heard one of the girls, who I hadn't seen yet, saying something outraged and insolent. Then she let out this terrible and guttural roaring belching sound followed by two loud clicks. Fire filled the entire bar area and bottles were exploding. I heard our group cheering. I wanted to see. So I climbed a set of stairs.

When I arrived she had moved to the 3rd floor, and again I heard the same monstrous belching roar and two clicks. Followed by a flamethrower or furnace noise. I ran up two flights this time, and found a pleasant looking blond with a long pony tail standing in a small lounge area. She was surrounded by people who were expectantly waiting for her to destroy it. I said something close to, "Oh, let me see what you can do." She instantly became coy and said "I would but I don't want you to get a bad first impression of me." -I was suspecting something sinister now.

I said, "Okay, I will just turn around and you can do it behind my back." She agreed, and for the third time, and the loudest, I heard this growling chattering burping roar followed by two sharp clicks, like giant teeth. Then came the furious furnace-like fire sound. I remember thinking:

"This room is so small, she will burn everyone up." -Then I woke up.

non dream - lucid - non lucid

After the last rather special dream, I decided to WBTB and attempt a WILD the next night.
I really wanted to see Yuya again, I kept thinking about her when I went to bed.

________

The WBTB alarm goes off and I try to WILD thinking about Yuya.
Unfortunately I fall asleep...

... I'm walking... just walking... aimlessly.
There is no path, there is no ground, I'm just walking.
I get a sudden burst of awareness and my vision sharpens.
Clouds turn into objects and I can see that I am on Teraluna.
I have a hard time focusing on my surroundings, I zone in and out a few times until I manage
to stabilize the dream.

I'm talking to Yuya. She know's im stressed in waking life, so she made me special tea that will help me relax.
When I drink it, it "tastes relaxing".
I talk to Yuya about my last dream, about hovering through a galaxy full of pulsating stars...

"I want to show you something... come here..."

She sits on the ground and makes me a sign to sit in front of her.
As I sit down I feel very light headed, but also very relaxed, probably because of the tea.
Yuya takes a meditative pose and I mimic it.
I'm sitting right in front of her, facing her.
We both close our eyes and start linking our thoughts.

"Let go of your thoughts... let go of everything... I will guide you..."

Her thoughts become mine and my thoughts become hers.
Our consciousness start merging together.
With Yuya's help, I manage to free my mind of all thoughts and let go of all the muscles in my body.
My dream body is slowly falling into a state of perfect calm, like it is turning itself off.

I can feel Yuya's body touching mine, but I know we're sitting apart from each other.
Yet it feels like we are embracing each other.
After some time I realize that it is our minds that are embracing, not our bodies.
I feel my body completely turning off, it is slowly letting go of my "spirit" (I call it spirit, I don't know what else to call it... my mind? my consciousness? my soul?)
As my body turns off I completely loose perception not only of my surroundings but also of my emotions...

... I can see again, but it feels different from seeing. I am now a small cloud of pulsating energy, and so is Yuya.
I decide to call this form "spirit".
Yuya is very pure and blue, there are fine crystalline strings emitting from her center.
I am green and orange a complex, complicated, "worried" but gentle mix of colors.
My strings move around more nervously than her's.
Our spirits are touching, and we start moving into a direction.

I start seeing an infinite amount of other spirits, forming a spiral galaxy of energy.
I see many kinds of spirits. The spirit of a small bush of grass, the spirit of a tree, the spirit of a bird, and the spirits of many other beings.
They are all beautiful in their own way.
I understand that what I am seeing is the essence of life, it is what drives us, it is why we live...
We keep floating along some sort of path, our spirits are linked, we decide directions as one.

After some time our spirits detach, and I feel my dream body forming around me again.
I open my eyes and I am sitting on a huge green leaf. I am very small, and the plant the leaf belongs to is very big, it can easily carry my weight.
Yuya appears next to me, smiling like she always does.
I don't ask her any questions because there are none to ask.
What I saw is beyond my level of understanding, yet because our consciousness was merged, I caught a glimpse of it.

I am still in an extremely relaxed state and I don't feel like talking or doing anything at all for that matter.
We just sit on this leaf, enjoying the feeling of not thinking at all...


Notes:
I am not a spiritual person, but I do believe that we all have some sort of spirit or soul, depending on what you want to call it.
It doesn't make sense to me that our consciousness consists of only a neural network.
I'm not sure where those extremely relaxing dreams are coming from.
Maybe I'm longing for this relaxed state because I am stressed in waking life?

non dream - lucid - non lucid

I'm not sure sure at which point I started dreaming, or if I dreamed all of it, and when exactly I was lucid.
So I'll go ahead and mark things with colors like I experienced them.
In other words if I thought I was awake I'll mark it as if I was, even though I don't really know.
I have never taken any mind altering drugs, I wonder if it's anything like this...

_______

I wake up in bed... I still feel very tired.
The room is very dark and I lately leave the shutters just slightly open so I can see if it's already day when I wake up.
I assume it's still night and I want to continue sleeping.
I notice I haven't moved yet and I don't seem to sense my body.
The thought of WILD'ing crosses my mind.
It's been quite some time since I've attempted to WILD, so why not.

Right as I try to relax, the little colors I see become somewhat bright and start changing.
This was fast? I never get HI this fast, this is weird.
I realize I'm floating over my bed. Am I already dreaming?
Was I having a false awakening? I never get visuals like this when I'm dreaming though.
As my room lights up I realize that I am floating in some sort of tunnel. The room is no longer there.
I'm gently descending this tunnel of colorful clouds and lights.
I suppose I'm actually falling, but I'm falling so slowly that I'm not worried.
I actually enjoy it quite a bit, it's very relaxing.

I can hear ambient music. (something like this)


I try to focus on a color cloud. It is clearly changing it's color all the time, but I can't actually see it changing.
It changes colors right in front of my eyes, but I don't see the change, I only realize it has changed.
This has me perplexed for quite some time. Am I really dreaming? or can you actually have HI this strong?

After some time I am floating in my room again, except it's lit now. The spotlights in my room are on but they
have different colored bulbs in them.
Somehow my room looks much bigger than it is in waking life, but somehow everything is still the same size.
I don't understand how this is possible and hover over to my desk.

I take a can of coke from it because I want to know what it tastes like.
But the can is very weird. It seems way too small, but upon closer investigation it isn't.
I cannot tell if it's a normal size or a tiny can. I can't understand why I cannot distinguish this.
I wonder if this is what tripping feels like? A friend once told me he couldn't tell sizes apart when he was doing some sort of drug.

The lid of my laptop opens up by itself and it goes out of standby.
I am presented with the Visual Studio project I was working on last night.
I was working on a physics engine and needed to add support for air resistance into it, but I was too tired and went to sleep.
I don't understand why this was so hard...

I go to wikipedia and copy paste the equation for drag straight into my code.
The equation appears and the program starts on my second monitor.
I can see the numbers in the equation changing as stuff moves around in the game.
I need to test if it feels realistic, so naturally, I climb into my monitor to see if the falling physics are correct.

I'm falling down yet again, I'm in the game, but I can still see the monitor with the equation as well.
I see both things at the same time.
Whilst I am falling with my first body, I correct an error in the formula with my second body which is still in front of the pc.
I feel the corrections take effect with my in-game body and understand that everything is correct now.

I hit some key that does something and my bodies merge again and I'm back in my room.
The color clouds are back, but I can still see my bed.
But I can't see myself in it which surprises me. I was assuming to find myself sleeping in it.
I go closer and see a pulsating light where I'm supposed to be.
It's beautiful. I go closer and it turns into a galaxy.

I am now floating through this galaxy of colorful stars. I am relaxed... I feel at peace...

I am at work. In a cubicle or cash register. Either way, I feel I am in a smaller space within a much larger space at my place of work. Mandy S. is my coworker and there are other employees around maybe two or three. I am being honored in some way by higher management but I get a feeling of jealousy or envy somewhere in Figure-19 the group of four or five. Not necessarily from Mandy S. I am very feminine in this dream. A heart breaker and I wear a lot of make up. Eyelashes are particularly emphasized as I recall. I sense something taboo happening concerning a bathrobe and possibly my dream ego. Outside of this work place seems to be the base of Mt.Ka. A facility wraps around that is our work place. There is a mound that we sit on. I cannot recall if this was a sort of break time or an evacuation, but we sit on the hill. Ryland B. is here. He is not happy. He is very aggravated and I think it has very much to do with me and my opinion of an outcome. We sit below the cracked mountain that appears so often to my dream ego, Mt.Ka, on a grassy mound outside of our place of work as it begins to rain black tar. There is no instant fear or panic but I sense that we all got up and fled to one of two doors equally far apart. I do not believe I was able to get inside the large gray door. Nor did I try the other door. What takes place after that I cannot recall.

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Note: My father passed away about a year and a half ago.

Type: Action/Strategi/Non-lucid
Vividnes: Long
Dreamrecall: Fragments

Notes: "Björklinge" is a city 10 kilometers away from my village.
I am not sure how the dream started.
Yes i did dream this.


I am a General in a battle. I check my map to see the enemies position. I notice that the green dots are the enemy, and that they are advancing on our left flank. I jump in my car wich kinda looks like this:

My driver drives me to the front, so i can see how it's like there (the terrain.) The enemy starts to attack the HQ, and I can see how our flag slowley goes down(like in battlefield 2.) We get's reinforcement, and starts to drive the soldiers of "Björklinge" back to where they belong . MY drive starts to chase a motorcykel from the enemy team, and starts shooting at him. The motorcykel starts to hide behind a hill, so we can't find him for a while. Later on we finds him because i used something called "chakra" to find his energy :O

The only thing that i remember after that is that we burned down "Björklinge".

I wake up, a bit confused, and starts to write this dream down in my DJ.

Note: Yesterday I met my brother and his wife and their 1 1/2 year old son at Stone Mountain. I asked both about their LDing. I later went to a friends house and we went back and climbed Stone Mountain to see the "super moon" last night. It was full and really close to Earth last night. I see that as three stimuli that could have helped me go lucid just now.

I was a slave along with hundreds of other people, to aliens (I never saw). We had built a huge wooden tower and were now painting it. The paint was unnecessarily thick and difficult to use.

I was working with a group that I really liked including a girl that I liked. We somehow broke away from everyone and made for a grassy knoll. There were some rocks (like man-placed stones we saw at Stone Mountain). I threw some into some trees that lay just beyond the path of rocks. I was trying to hit the trees. Someone else started to do the same. We encouraged him to hit what he could.

Then I lay down to go to sleep on the hill. I woke up and everyone was gone. I realized I was under a spell that made it really hard to wake up and move. I decided I better catch up with my friends and get back to work otherwise I may sleep forever, or the aliens could get mad that I left and was sleeping.

I forced myself to get up; I was so-o-o-o tired. I worked my way up the hill and towards the top, very tired, I forced myself to run up so there would be no lying back down.

I found the tower and started looking for my friends. I really needed to find my group and pretend as though I had been working on it the whole time.

I worked with them, but then went to a hire point on the tower. I saw myself in a mirror, though I didn't see the mirror. I was wearing a black knit cap and looked like I had had a really rough day.

I then found the girl that I liked. She could see that I was feeling rough, but I knew that everyone felt rough from working so hard. I felt guilty for trying to gain her sympathy, but I thought it would make her like me.

I took my black cap off and put on a blue one and I felt much better.
Soon I realized I better get back to work again. I am back on the tower looking for my friends. They are the group at the top painting. The paint was as thick as the Nutella we ate at the mountain last night, and it was the same color. (You think I carried the Nutella into my dream?)

I was working around this guy with a bicycle at the top of the tower. I was trying to get to painting. Then someone had to go to the bathroom. I did too, so I went with him. The bathrooms were like something cattle would use. There were these super-long gates to the stalls. It is hard to explain, but I realized it was too weird and that I was dreaming.

I was a little afraid that if I defected and my job was real, the aliens would be mad, but I didn't think much about it. I sat down in defiance and was lucid.

I looked at my righth hand. I had written on it with a red pen. I tried really hard to focus on the numbers and make sense of them. There was a long division symbol with the numbers and the word "look!" It didn't mean anything, so I looked up in the sky to see the stars thinking about a recent dream where I did that and saw stars. I saw them again.

I decided to try my personal task which was to revisit an old nightmare. I stated the address of the house where I had the nightmare. Then I tried to make a ring of ashes appear. I couldn't do it. I tried to make them red hot even though I couldn't make them appear. I saw a place get red hot, but I couldn't sustain it. The next step would have been to have a demon appear in the red-hot ring of ashes.

I got frustrated that I couldn't make my nightmare begin. I tried to make fireballs shoot from my hand, or to just appear in my hand. No luck, so I started to fly. It was fun but I couldn't enjoy it. I wanted to enter my nightmare, so it was totally disappointing.

I was flying around my old stomping ground and thought of someones idea discussed in the Lucid Dream Game Idea thread--super-speed. I tried it. It kind of worked and kind of didn't, so I just started flying around.

There were some bicyclists. The were amazed that I was flying. Someone asked who I was. I gave them the wrong name and then someone called my by my complete real name. I asked how they knew and they said people knew me and were calling out to me.

I flew through a restaurant. It was really cramped. I made my way out the back and then I woke up.

Note: Next time I LD, I plan on trying to find my old house. I think I may have better luck if I try to reproduce my nightmare in the proper location. I don't know why I didn't try to fly to my old house. I guess I just didn't think of it.

At work, sister ([presumably whole family])(obvious dream sign) was there. Sister asks me,
"why are all your salads served cold?" (I am slightly lucid or at least in a normal state of mind)

Salads are always served cold, who the hell wants a hot salad. [she takes a b salad and throws it in the microwave (or oven(seems like there was a microwave idk))] (I guess she really likes hot salads) I am totally perplexed why on earth she would want a hot salad.

Later that night I used left over "PF" to make a pizza for family meal and it worked excellently.

IRL REMINDERS: when no chefs put salad in oven (test warm/hot)/// Tuesday test "PF" pizza for Family meal. does it work as well as I think it should? we will see. tonight lucid dream/obe etc. sorry if you're reading this drunk atm.... oh shit

Type: non-lucid.
Vivid: medium.

Notes Dream Lucid

This is a dream about a guy on youtube that makes minecraft videos.

I am standing in a line with alot of people.(Like how you stand in the military.)In front of us stands the youtuber.(That I told you about earlier.)He is teaching us about flying. He told us that we should position our palms pointing at the ground. I where thinking that i could use this technique in a dream when I becomes lucid(Why didn't i do a RC?!)I started tho fly around the minecraft world that I where standing in. One of my classmates told me that she where going to find spawn. I followed AK(the youtuber.)to a room made of iron blocks. Whe where going to use our hands to destroy some obsidian blocks. It worked pretty well, I destroyed it in two seconds. One of my classmates couldn't fly so we where going to use the minerals from the obsidian block to make her fly.(wtf?)

I woke up in my bed and started to write this down

PS: Sorry for bad english.

My house was a combination of my present home, my childhood home, and my Grandparents Victorian home. My GF was with me, and I got the impression other people were around the house but early in the dream I didn't see them. The visuals were vibrant and realistic.

I asked my GF to wait for me in the attic for some reason. She had just taken a shower and agreed happily. I went into the bathroom after she got out, and I could hear her moving around the floor above me. (Hearing people through walls is a dream sign: Dream 005 & Blackbird Flying) I went down stairs, which led to a weird mix of my Grandparents Victorian and my childhood home. My Mom was down there in a ground level green sitting room. It had a small curtained window with blue dusk light spilling out around the edges of the curtain. She was day dreaming or deeply in thought. We had small talk for a while.

I decided not to keep my GF waiting any longer, I entered my middle bedroom which actually exists in my present house. Inside the closet, there was an extremely old looking pull down latter. I climbed up the latter about 10ft into a small square attic with four shelves. On the shelves were lots of stuffed animals and books. I felt confused. I saw no where else to go. (Recall gets hazy.) From behind me someplace came a woman I took to be one of my cousins, but, never got a clear look at her and didn't recognize her. She pointed out a black and white brochure that recorded the history of one of my ancestors who's books were stored in this attic. There were many unusual sounding books (none of which I recall the exact name of). I remember thinking, a few of these books I would like to "check out" of this library. (Recall gets hazy.)

After looking at the brochure, the space in the attic had opened up. There was a series of rooms situated on the beams in the attic precariously. None had walls, some "rooms" required a leap over weak "fall through" points between beams. There was a group of family members up there with me by this point. None who I recognized or recall clearly. I was fascinated by the familiar location , and the dangerous areas of the attic. (Recall gets hazy.) I looked out an attic window and the view was consistent with a view from the roof of my Grandparents Victorian home (which does have an attic). *I saw two brown hawks flying away. One of them was wearing a strange pendant. I was worried how I "lost" my girlfriend. I was still watching the Hawks fly away from an old looking house about attic height. I heard a voice attempting to reassure me:

"Do not worry about her. Many of your family members were abducted from this attic, and returned." -I woke up.

The attic dream location is olden. There is no accessible attic space in my present home, or any home I have lived in.

I'm extremely happy to have logged current dreams that are consistent in ways with my dreams from over 10-years ago. I was wondering if a lot of our old dream themes get retired. Some of my dreams from the late 90's clearly featured elements from early childhood, but my recent dreams didn't seem too. The other problem was, when I did get the sense I had dreamed of an older theme, for some reason those dreams were more difficult to remember. I would recall only a vague impression of a distorted home.

Likewise, part of my goals for mapping dreamland included using my home as a gateway to old dream locations and repressed dream memories. In 11-months of efforts, this dream is the first with vivid recollection of childhood dream archetypes. Although I've had dream fragments of secret passages and elevators leading to weird but familiar dream locations.

(*) Birds flying is becoming a nightly dream sign. It's resulted in levels of lucidity in repeated dreams.

This was early in the first sleep cycle. The dream didn't start instantly, that I'm aware of, but about 20-30 minutes later.

It was night time. I was living in my backyard neighbors house. In my mind, both of these houses were home. (They are very similar to each other in real life.) Everything was epic looking. Larger than life. The house was roughly double sized and decadent like no expense was spared making it. A bright moonlight night was outside my windows. I got a loving phone call from my girlfriend who needed a ride. I felt fantastic. I was wondering which house to take my GF too.

I went out the front door, but it exited onto my backyard patio. Standing there in near pitch blackness were my two lost best friends, in the old version of backyard (it was redesigned a few years ago). They were laughing and talking together, both harshly and intoxicated.

I don't recall exactly what was said (it may have been abstract) but it was very rude. I remember them physically surrounding me on both sides. Slapping me on the back. I felt offended and overwhelmed. They acted like crude, spiteful, burnout versions of themselves.

Just then, the backdoor opened. Out came an arm with a rather long thin, gray telephone receiver. I heard a voice say from inside the house: "Telephone for you!"

I thought, "Which of my old friends will be rude to me next?" I became very distressed and cornered feeling. --Then I woke up.

Waking Hallucination (?): When I opened my eyes. I was laying on my back. Above me, slightly off to the left and down a couple of feet was a large dark spot on my ceiling. I kept blinking hard. I'm sure I was awake. I looked around the room, all else looked normal.

The black spot was about a 2-foot radius. I started to focus on it carefully and could see that the edges of it were swirling. As if it was a flat-ish mist disc, or a rotating projection. It was slowly drifting away from over my bed, to the left corner near the foot.

I was watching it closely. The mist started to thin a little, and as it did: two faintly glowing eyes appeared in the middle, blankly looking back at me. They were about 10-inches apart, beady, and slightly smaller than dimes. After several seconds more, the "thing" gradually faded.

To my awareness, I've never experienced visual hallucinations upon waking up before. I was not paralyzed or having a false awakening. At no point was I afraid. I wasn't sure what I was looking at exactly. I felt more relieved to have left the dream, than afraid of the cloud. I got out of bed. I didn't go back to sleep for hours.

Fell asleep a little after 2AM and woke up at 2:38AM. Generally speaking, this is a weird time for vivid dreaming. I usually don't recall dreams in the first 3-REM stages. When I do, it typically ends a 90-minute cycle. However, I've noted a few nightmares in the first REM cycle after viewing shocking material.

Note: I have an unpublished dream journal of strong, bewildering nightmares that took place heavily in 2007, lingered into 2008. In June 2009, I had one terrible nightmare. Some of the recent trickster elements in my dreams reminded me of those days.

i get it now

all i need is an exit strategy