side notes

I've come up with a new reality check for myself. Since I often crack my knuckles out of habit, whenever I do it now I count the number of knuckles I crack and do a reality check.

I had a conversation with a girl about doing mushrooms before going to bed last night.

This reflected very much in my dreams when my group of friends who are usually straightedge (myself, not so much), came up with a whole bunch of shrooms and wanted to do them with me. I should have recognized this as a dream sign. Having never tried a psychedelic, I had no idea what it would be like. However I remember everything turning fuzzy and things changing in very slight ways. I remember focusing on a shoe and seeing it open up as if it was talking to me. I try to finish my studying (i had been studying a lot that night) but fail to get anything done.

I have a false awakening and my friend begins to talk to me about increasing the increments of shrooms that we take. I find this funny because he's never even drank a beer before this point.

Later on I have another dream about running around a school building trying to find a bathroom. I find this very challenging because all the bathrooms are completely disgusting. I think I've found a good toilet and then I realize there's blood all over the seat. I look at the one across from it, it has a little green stuff on it, but I wipe it off and use it. I remember parts of this building from other dreams I believe. I wake up.

My Notes
Non-lucid
Lucid
Awake

I'm adding this dream a little late. It was longer, and I think there was a second dream, but I don't remember now.

I just remember looking at either my arm or my leg. I was removing a spot. I managed to pull something out of the limb —a large, egg-shaped white ball. The next part is strange. I'm looking at it, when I realise what it is. It's actually the O in the Opera browser logo! I see it fly toward the other browser logos.
This seems perfectly normal to me, and the rest of the dream continues.

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I have plenty of unimportant dreams then...

I wake up an hour before I need to and have some resolve to change dreams up a bit.
I am visiting a former work place to tell them about how great my new career path is. Before I see anyone I see Scott my old manager and work buddy. He looks at me harshly and I see that he has died his head and face hair blond! He looks so strange now! He glares at me while working his crummy job and I walk off to think about why this is not how I planned it. I was supposed to come back and tell them how great my life was and they were supposed to gush with happiness! Now I saw this blond Scott again and he gave me a very angry look as if to tell me I was not wanted here.
This seems like a warning dream. Strangely I did think going back I would be greeted by gushing happiness but now after this dream I can see no way! That job sucked on an epic level, so much you tend to hate life and even happiness. There is no way that they would be truly happy to see me. I have worked there and been the one working in hell and watching others comer back and prance around in happiness and I felt like strangling them. How could I have been so consciously blind? Thanks dreams for putting me on the straight path. BTW the job from hell was WalMart.

non dream - dream - lucid - semi-lucid - false-awakening

Last night I decided I should give my effords a break, because the night before I was unable to sleep (not a dream, I can assure you that wasn't a dream) and slept only 2 houres in the end, and because I had a very big dry spell and thought I was just trying too hard. But guess what happened? The night I decided to stop trying for a while I actually had a lucid! so here it is:

I am at school, everything seems normal so far, but I decide to do a reality check, I try the nose-pinch RC and it turns out I'm dreaming! I am surprised, but don't get overexcited like the last time. I decide to try the finger through hand RC, just to see what it looks like. My finger bends and it hurts like hell, I am surprised that it hurts so much, even though I know I am dreaming. Than I get an idea, even though I know my DCs aren't real, I want to scare them, and what better way to scare a bunch of DCs than comitting dream-suicide (also I wondered what it felt like to die in a dream...)? So I decide to jump from the staircase, because it's higher in my dream than in reality. Before I jump I do a final RC, I breath a few times through a pinched nose and try the finger through hand RC again, with the same result as before. I also stare at my hands to see what they look like and to stay stable. I jump, and hit the ground, it doesn't hurt but it feels really strange and then everything went black and blurry and I wake up. I'm now sitting on the long bench we eat on at school sometimes, and I am sittig next to two guys from my class.I still have a little bit of an idea what is going on, and do some weird dream-control stuff. Than one of the boys asks me to do something, and I say I can't, because the DC of the guy I was going to do it to was too weak/blurry. Then my English techer walks in, and someone (might have been me) asks him what his patronus looks like (:-|) and he says red and like a jellyfish or something simular to a jellyfish. I think this is a weird situation and realise that I get FULLY lucid.I think of what I could do next and forget to stabelise myself. I wake up with some sort of a weird euforic awesome feeling, and whisper 'Wow, I just had a lucid...'. Then I am considering writing it down. I first decide not to do it, because I was taking a break. But I then realise it's a shame to forget this expirience and write it down.

Dream Signs: 6 fingers, slight change of enviroment, patronus-weirdness

I'll use this post to summarize my efforts and achievements.
I am trying lucid dreaming since october, up till now I had 6 lucid dreams. 5 of them weren't really special, although I achieved some tasks in them.
In January I had a very long lucid dream, in where I attempted to speak with my unconscious. It was a partial success, and now I am trying harder and harder to get lucid more often. That is the reason why I am writing this dream journal from now on.
Thanks to Hyu and WakingNomad, their awesome dreamlife made me very envious...

I have only had 3-4 dreams with my (possible) dream sign. I keep seeing a girl(of various age) in my dreams. I first saw her in a non-lucid dream. she was just standing in my back yard looking at me. as soon as I saw her i stopped and began to feel vivid. I just ran away from her and continued nonlucid dreaming.
the second time I saw her, she was trapped inside a complex safe located in the middle of my back yard and I was frantically trying to save her before she ran out of air. I failed to save her and dream ends with me sobbing over the safe.
the next time a saw her was the first time I became lucid. I walked into my room and found her sitting at my computer desk, and she just looked at me. I imediately turned around to look at the other rooms and realized everything seemed off and I became lucid. she disappeared after I went lucid.
the next time I saw her I was already lucid. she was older than before(around 16-18). she was soaking wet(because it was raining in my dream), sitting on the floor in the center of an open hut, at night time. I walked up to her and as focused on engaging her, I wake up.
im unsure why I have trouble talking to her, I don't think she resembles any person I know in reality.

people in dream: me, josh, heather, formen from House(dont know why he was there at all. he didnt do much), and swarms of zombies(or locust)
in the dream the zombies weren't really zombies, they were more like the locust from gears of war but with skinnier bodies and no guns(but still smarter than a zombie).



dream starts with me in a small circle of my friends(josh, heather, and the formen from House) talking about what we are going to do to survive a zombie outbreak. there are about 20 other random people we are trying to lead to safety. we find a large dump truck and fill the back with the 20 random people and we get into the cab of the truck. we drive into a city and every building is a skyscraper(in third person view above the truck). ALL of the buildings have flames spewing out of the windows and zombies are jumping out of the windows trying to attack us. there were millions of zombies jumping out and on the streets. we turned left and then made a right(trying to avoid the swarms of zombies on the street). as soon as we turned right a building collapses onto the road. we turn left as a last option and see more zombies running down the road. another building had already collapsed to our right and there was a giant crater filled with debris and flames. we drove off the road into the crater. we smashed threw all the debris to a lower floor. the 20 people we were trying to save were stuck in the truck and the swarm of zombies got them. so we 4 were left. everything was covered in debris and flames except for an apartment hallway. we ran down the hallway and the hallway started to look like the hallway in my house. i opened the door to my room and we all hid inside. i held the door shut while the zombies tried to break in. the others were trying to find another way out of the room. there was a window but it lead to my front yard and the zombies were still out there. the other 3 covered the window and i held the door shut. this lasted for several hours, until the next morning(dream fast forwarded). after waiting out so long, the zombies broke up and most all of them left. I could still sense that one of them was outside the door waiting for me. so i grabbed a pencil, opened the door, and stabbed it in the eye. we tried to be quiet to not get any of the zombies' attention. we sneaked into the back room of my house to exit threw the window leading to my backyard. formen(from House) decided to jump threw the window in my living room leading to the front yard(he probably got caught). we walked up to the window in the back of my house and we could hear zombies in the front of the house coming towards us. we knew we would be safe if we ran out to my back yard because there is an open field and no zombies. we all climbed out the window and the dream ended as soon as my feet touched the ground.


side notes:
actually survived a nightmare(can't remember any other times this has happened), and I did so with my friends still alive and with me.
after waking up I felt amazed that I actually survived a nightmare. every other time I deal with swarms of scary things I always die and wake up.

Finally broke the dryspell with two medium quality LDs. Dryspell was about 3 weeks I think. Don't have time to write them up, maybe later.

Comment Dream Lucid
Epicness: 6,7/10
I'm at a nightclub. In some way I buy and sell aircrafts. Always something bigger. Suddenly, I have 11.3 million on my bank account. I know because I somehow check it on a computer. I go and dance in the club, it feels like the dream is very long, just being in the club. I tell a girl from my class that I have won much money. Her reaction is not caring at all. I go back to my hotel room and get a message by Tommy at work, he writes in English: you may have to confirm. He will pick us up, me and another for some reason. There's a lot of things I assume to know here. A picture of a large building comes into my head. Large Roman columns outside and a large staircase. It kind of overlaps the current dream, like my last dream.

I find myself suddenly in a dream I've had before, long ago. There is a room in a hospital that is cursed. A force grab patients and knock them wall to wall in a tight hallway into the room. I go in and also get smacked between the walls, but I manage to go all the way into the room. They say that MRI machines are on the other side of the walls each side of the hallway and that tattoos smack patients to the walls. I don't have any tattoo. When I enter the room there comes a creepy, skinny and bald person behind the door. I have seen him before. I look to the other side and starts waking up. There is a staircase down to something, behind a shower curtain. Another bald and skinny guy is coming up from it.

I woke up exactly at 6 o'clock one hour before I'm used to wake up. I didn't feel the dream was that of a nightmare even though I were in a cursed room. When i woke up I didn't move and tried to sleep again. the face of the creepy guy was what came to mind and woke me up again. Like something didn't want me to dream again.
I felt the dream was very long, I think I got an idea that I was dreaming when I had won money, but was not lucid. It might mean that I'm close?

Amount of sleep: 6,5 hours
Supplement: Apple juice

Awake, Non-lucid, Semi-lucid, Lucid, [Commentary made while awake]

The first thing I remember is thinking, I should really do an RC. [I have no idea why I thought that, but I did.] I do, and discover that I can breathe through my nose while holding it shut. Strangely, though, I find I can't do anything more than that, besides lie there. I can't even see anything around me. I try to get up, but I can't. I think, "I have no mouth, and I must scream," but I don't really mean it; I'm not afraid or even really concerned, just slightly puzzled, and I'm just observing that my situation is comparable to the one for which the short story is named.

[Later, I had a really, really cool non-lucid.] My mom, P., and I get into the open, upholstered back seat of a tiny little wooden propeller plane, big enough for the three of us and a pilot, who sits in a seat in front of ours. The plane takes off from the airport in the city of Louisville, which I know [in the dream] is the greenest city in America. [It looks nothing like the real Louisville.] We fly over the city in our plane, admiring the view. There is a big building with cascades of water gushing through big, rectangular openings on one side. I think, I hope that's a power plant. It obviously is, powering the entire city. The city is very beautiful from the air. It is on a very flat, sandy plain, next to the ocean. [Wait, what?! Real!Louisville is landlocked! It's by a river, but it's not the same thing.]

The little plane flies low over the ocean, so that we can dip our rubber-thong-sandal-clad feet in the water as we fly along. Then, suddenly, I find myself in the ocean water, holding on to a dark purple foam mat that floats in the water. I'm wearing my favorite swimsuit [that I have in real life]. I see the plane, floating with most of the plane below the surface of the water, the pilot still in his seat. I hang on tightly to the foam mat to keep myself afloat, knowing that I can't swim. [Strange; I could swim back on February 2.] There are other swimmers in the water besides me and my family. A young man grabs hold of my mat and flips it up and pushes it over onto me, trying to use it to playfully push me under the water. I pretend to go along with it, but manage to keep my head above water. [Now that I think of it, I was much more buoyant in the water in this dream than I am in reality, and could keep an arbitrary amount of my body above water, just like in my dream on February 2; I just wasn't aware that I could do that this time.]

My family and I get back onto the plane, which is getting ready to take off from the water. I have a conversation with the pilot about how there have to be at least two feet of distance between the surface of the water and the wings of the plane in order for it to take off. It takes off with the help of a wave that gives it a push from behind, then climbs back into the sky. The pilot says something about how he's heading back to the airport, since it's so close by that there will be practically no weather at all there. The plane returns to the airport and lands there.

[Later in the night, after a very brief WBTB.] I'm talking about being a lucid dreamer [whether to myself or to someone else, I'm not sure]. I ramble on about the mental discipline I have to have for a bit, not really paying attention to what I'm saying. Suddenly, I realize that for the last several sentences, I haven't been talking about lucid dreaming at all; I've been talking about being kind and behaving well toward other people. At some point, without realizing it, I shifted from talking about being a lucid dreamer to talking about being a Christian. I say to myself, “That's a good sign. It means my subconscious has its priorities in order.”

I'm in House #1, and am now definitely lucid. Everything around me is vague and blurry. I try to focus my attention on some of the scenery to make it clearer, and it works a little bit, but the house looks as if I'm looking at it through dark, spot-and-fingerprint-covered sunglasses. I'm walking back and forth in the master bedroom, which is much more spacious than it was in the real House #1. I remember that my dreaming goal for tonight was to practice delivering my 30-second commercial, so I start practicing.

"Hello, my name is (Emiko)," I say. "I'm a computer technician... networking technician... I'm a computer technician who specializes in networking."

I go on to say the same thing I've been saying almost every time I've practiced this, about saving money for my previous employer. I can't think of anything new and creative to add to my 30-second commercial. I'm rather surprised. I had expected the words and thoughts to flow more easily here, but it's actually a little bit harder to deliver a good 30-second commercial in a lucid dream than it is in reality. [So much for using all of your brain's potential while you're dreaming. Not for that purpose, anyway. I suppose my brain was also busy generating the scenery around me. Or maybe I just need to gain more dreaming experience. I don't know.]

There's another reason why I'm having difficulty practicing my 30-second commercial: I'm distracted by my stuffy nose, which is now running. I wipe it with a black paper napkin with white polka dots on it, remarking, “I didn't think dream bodies could get sick like this!” As I continue pacing the master bedroom, I think, I could try walking through that wall there if I wanted to, but I decide not to, because I have something more important to work on while I'm here.

I step forward far enough to see around the corner into the bathroom, to the left. I see the DC version of my mom there. She's wearing a light yellow T-shirt and is crouched down, apparently looking for something under the sink. I say, “Oh. Hi, Mom. I have this cold right now. I don't know why I'm telling you this. Just to let you know.”

She says something along the lines of, “Well, don't get it on me.” I turn away, looking back into the master bedroom, and discover that I can now see everything with perfect clarity. “Oh, now I can see!” I exclaim, slightly annoyed. I walk toward the other end of the room, aiming to explore beyond another doorway into another part of the house. [Stupidly,] I close my eyes, and then open my real eyes. I'm disappointed in myself when I realize that I've lost the dream by doing something that I know better than to do.

note to self: do not let crazy life hamper my progress. i'm tired of having to start over. dream from a few months ago that was semi lucid. i was at work and it started to tstorm. i remember being cal at firt but the parking lot was floding a litle. i had to move my car. i ran out side and lightning struck near me. i imediatly relised i was dreaming but i was stil so terrified i couldnt pull myself out of it. i made it to my car moved it up to the door of my work and ran back inside. i woke up. subconcious 1 : me 1. so out of 2 nightmares about storms or tornados i've gone lucid during 1 and lost it in 1. i wil win this fight

Well, I'm starting up my oneironautical explorations in earnest once more. I have been given a new lease on life in the past few days and I am making some changes.

Plus I thought of a couple of goals today which I'd like to try.

GOALS

- Find my draconic counterpart and ask it for an explanation, or a boon. ( )

- Find the Tower of Song. ( )
- (subtask) Climb to the top. ( )-
- (subtask) Find Leonard Cohen. ( )

- Venture to the end of that strange desert. ( )

- Find my old imaginary friend Stingray ( )

My Notes
Non-lucid
Lucid
Awake

I was in a hurry again this morning, so I wasn't able to write down notes from my dream. I'm slightly annoyed that I couldn't, because I remembered lots more of this dream this morning.

I do remember being in my room with my little brother. There were some Hungry Jack's (or Burger King outside Australia) drinks on the floor near the door. I picked up a cup that had "jelly" in it. It really was just some slimy semi transparent goo with ice, filling up only a fraction of the cup. When I picked it up I spilt some on on the floor. I'm not actually sure how I spilt it. I notice it's not more solid like normal jelly, so I tell my brother I'm going to go freeze it.
I'm in a bunk bed viewing myself in third person. I can only see the top bunk. The mattress is a kind of golden-brown and has an old fashioned pattern —quite ugly if you ask me. The wall is a feint dark yellow-brown.
Just as I'm writing, I remember more from this dream. I remember the main character from "The Land Before Time." I seem to recall him standing on a rock. For some reason I thought he was very heroic and special.

In the real world, I've been more and more determined to find my DG. When I finally do, hopefully in my next lucid, I'll be sure to go into great detail here.

not really any remembering today. almost, but my mother derest came barging it, pulled my covers off and pulled me out of bed. i was 5 seconds away from recall.


mothers, gotta love 'em

My Notes
Non-lucid
Lucid
Awake

I awake to my 6 hour alarm. Before I went to bed, I made sure to remember to be more alert when I awake. This worked, and I remembered to get up and think for a few minutes. I was in bed and started trying to WILD. I got in a comfy position after stretching and attempted to enter SP. After a few minutes, my feet began to tingle. Every few minutes, for a few moments, my heart rate would increase dramatically. This may have caused brief arousal .
My entire body began to feel heavy. I did for a few moments begin to see small HI, but this never lasted long. It was mostly just weird textures. I eventually was forced to give up, as I went to bed later than I wanted and really needed my 8 hours.

In my first dream, I'm extremely angry at my mum. I don't know why exactly, but I just am. We're in my family car (the old one) parked outside someone's house. I can tell it's a hot, clear sky day. Two kids are about to pass the car. I know I really shouldn't, but being extremely angry, I hit one of them very hard in the face through the window. For some reason I thought they were a threat. My mum and my brother (both also in the car) are horrified at what I'd just done. They made it seem like I committed murder. I remember seeing her calling someone on her phone. The police?
I'm now inside my house, running from my bedroom to the living room. I pass my dad, who is sitting in the main TV chair.He greets me with a smile and asks me what's wrong. His calmness temporarily calms me down. I tell him how I really hate mum, and how I really mean it. Before he gets a chance to respond I run outside. There are black leather chairs and lots of rubbish outside. I sit on one of the chairs. I remember seeing my dad with a confused expression looking at me through the window.
That was a pretty awful dream. I never like being angry at my mum, and I'm usually not. That's not the first dream where I've hated her.

The second dream was very short. I was in my older brother's bedroom with the light off. My little brother was with me. He was showing me a HTC "phone" he'd just bought. It was basically a watch with a screen. The screen expanded across the entire wrist band. I recently bought a very nice watch that glows in the dark very brightly. That could explain this dream. I remember wanting to buy one. I knew there was one out even better than his, but I thought buying one better than his new one would be unkind. I watched Top Gear last night. In it they were making fun of James because they had a Ferrari much better than his. I did feel a little bad for James. This would have also contributed to the dream.

In the third dream, I was with my friends Luke, Joel and George. We were all camping together. This is probably my 1000th camping dream after participating in Outward Bound. I was talking to George, something about how you should cover yourself in warm water to warm up. This made up both laugh. It's the afternoon and I notice nobody else is here. I look around, and I'm the only one there. I stay calm; at least it's not night. Later on Joel and I are at a wooden fence. I look over it (it's very tall) to find someone's backyard, with a bowl of dog food in it. I realise that this is actually a set-up camp. I go to tell Joel.