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Okay, so this is my first DJ update in months. All my previous entries are archived at mattbrox.co.nr. There are 101 entries in there I believe. It's password protected, so to view an entry just add /"dream number" to view that dream. I've noticed in the months I haven't kept track of my dreams, that every night I would always remember at least 1 dream. I've just yesterday (the date this was added) began to start lucid dreaming again, and this time I'm going to try to WILD.

My first dream was very brief; all I remember is being in a large shopping centre, and a dark-skinned lady gave me a cooked piece of meat. I was incredibly thankful to her in an attempt to be polite.

The second dream was mostly just fragments. I remember being with my friend, Joel. We were walking toward a large building with roman architecture. The inside was completely large, long and empty. It contained a large red rug stretching across the floor. At the end of the rug were some small steps that led to a room. We went into that room, and as I passed I brushed my hand against a strange dragon figure that had been carved into the wall. As I brushed it I marvelled at the roman architecture.
I don't remember much about the inside of the room, only it was dark and that there game rooms in there which made me slightly nostalgic. After the rooms I remember being outside. The grass was dying, and there were rusty roller-coaster tracks going in and out of the building. One of the tracks was yellow.
Underneath the were two people: Simon Pegg and a random DC. Simon was saying something about how new expansions to the building would upset the community.
Me, Joel and Nick Frost were next to a grey building that was also deteriorating. In the distance we could see the building I'd just left. The yellow roller-coaster rail seemed to be flinging about, and Simon and the DC were arguing. We all shrugged it off. One of us had called them something nasty, but I don't remember what.

I awoke to the sound of my alarm. I'm using a free phone app (not iPhone) called LucidWeaver, and it has an alarm which wakes me up and then turns itself off. I remember when WILDing you need to stay completely still, so I did. I was comfortable because I was still in my sleeping position. I remembered all the tips and just lay there. I began to feel a slight numbness sweep over me. After about 5 or so minutes my phone went off again. It wouldn't stop, so I was forced to turn it off manually. I was annoyed to find that I had accidently set the normal alarm on before I'd gone to bed.

Better luck tonight I suppose.

26.01.2011

Blind Escape (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

This was an interesting dream, but it was sort of scary at the same time. The weird part is I'm just fed a lot of background information.

I'm in my dad's old apartment (In real life my dad got re-married a year ago and they moved into a much bigger apartment after they were married. I should also point ouit my stepmom in real life is very nice and caring.) and I immediantly know that my step-mother is evil. I know that she is just mean and cruel. My step-mom is convincing my dad to do something terrible with me, I'm not sure what it is though all I know is that she is hitting him and forcing him to agree. An abuse lady came in and asked me some questions. I basically acted like I wasn't scared and loved it there, but I hesitated so when she left my step-mother beat me. (My dream recall is weak right here, but she looked a lot like Mihcelle Obama.) My step-mom told me to just leave the house and never come back so I left, inside the house my dad was yelling at her. I wa soutside and caught up with the abuse lady and I crouched down behind her car because I was scared they would see me. She basically ignored me so I started crawling away when I saw my dad come out looking for me. I crawled up to this girl and she was crawling too, I said "Exscuse me!" because she was slow and as she was moving over she said "All these new crawlers don't lnow what they're doing." Then she sucked her teeth. I was thinking about what she said and then I saw the road. (This happens a lot I would think about something and be close to being lucid but then my dream would distract me right before I put all the peices together.) I started walking down the road wondering where to hide. (I actually passed down all the stores I use to in real life.) I saw the gas station but said no because they were doing drugs in there, then I saw two other stores but I said it was too obvious. I saw a bunch of houses in the distance and thought about my mom's house and why she would even let that happen. (I stay at my mom's house on the weekdays and my dad's on the weekends. I would of thought about that if it wasn't for my dream distracting me.) Then I saw my dad across the street looking for me, so I was going to go hide in some trees but I was topped by what I thought was hobo. I pretended to be his son so my dad wouldn't know it was me, and it worked he boarded a bus looking for me. I tried letting go of the guy's hand but he wouldn't let me, so getting scared I called for help and my dad opened the window and said he's coming. The man said he thought I had the wrong idea and said he was blind and that he needed help corssing the street. I said okay and I helped him cross the street. When I started parting with the man my dad came up and we exchanged a mushy momement and he said he kicked her out. He also said she was making him do something which was making him lose all his friends. Me and my father watched the blind man run across the street back and forth, never getting hit and acting crazy. (I woke up and went back to sleep)

I was observing what wa shappening like it was a movie. Threee girls were in a car and complaining about the air not working. The guy said they had to turn on the heat then the fan, they did. Heat blasted them and they shreiked, then it got cool. I realized that could help me solve something in real life. (I don't think it can actually help me but this time I was so close to being lucid.) They then started complaining about everything and how old it was. The guy got his friend, who I noticed was the blind man, and they started laughing about the girls.
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Side-Notes:
-These dreams were a mix of tv and a bunch of commercials I saw.
-These dreams also make me want to go see my dad.
-I was so close to being lucid so many times, but even if I was lucid I would be too swept up in the dream plot and lose it anyways.

Non Lucid- GREAT DREAM RECALL
I cleaned out my room, and I got a wooden board. I got another one and as I put something down on it, the thing broke. I got yelled at for it.
I saw roaches on the floor in another dream.
In the other one, Belle turned the beast human, so he could run away and she would be with Lumiere. She winked at him as the beast ran off.

There is much, much more to the dream than I have written, but I had already written it down in my DJ in real life.

Vividness: 4.7/5 Super clear.
In the dream where I break something, I thought it happened. When I woke up, I was thankful it was just a dream. Very realistic.

Used 2mg of melatonin and 100mg of b6 last night to no effect. Dream recall was moderate at best, and the dreams i do remember kinda suck. This is just going to be an update.

Normal Dream Lucid Dream Side-Notes
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Sorry for not posting, dream recall has been terrible lately.

My friend Tony is pulling me to class down the hallway, but I tell him that we don't have school. (There really is no school today, that's why I told him that.) He keeps trying to pull me and says that we do have school, but I won't budge. I start wondering about why I'm at school and realize I'm dreaming. I plug my nose and breathe in verifying what I thought. I realize school must be a dream sign for me. (A lot of my dreams in the past have been at school.) I thought about flying, but wanted the dream to last a while so I went to class. When I walked in, I had this feeling I had to get my friend to class. I walk back into the hallway and decide to summon him. I close my eyes and imagine him down the hall, when I open my eyes he's walking towards me. I smile to myself, happy it worked. I went back to my classroom and and sat down. My social studies teacher came in and talked about a field trip. (I vaguely remember her scamming us out of $100.)

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Side-Notes:
-I was reality checking throughout the dream which is probably why it lasted a bit longer.
-I'm glad I didn't start flying because I want to wait until I have good dream stabilization before I try to do things like fly which may make the dream shorter. I am however going to continue to work on dream control and simple tasks like summoning objects/people and I might try transporting myself out of a building in the same way I summoned Carlos.

These are all dream fragments-

I am in my house. Everything that Is happening is scary.

I am in a car, I am racing my cousin through this mountain range. There are really steep hills. We stop at a forest with a lake. We then hike somewhere.

I am by this fire place and someone gives me a bj.

Me and five others are in this maze of canals and platforms, it is all underground. We get separated from two, they get killed by another group of six. Us four killed two of them. Then we got in an inflatable raft and had a boat chase. The other four were very close and shot two more of us. Now it is just me and my cousin. We then got our boat sunken. We are trying to inflate one out of little dots. We climb out of the water and I throw a dot at the water. It hisses and becomes a raft. We then ram the other fours raft.
The ends?

Hey,
I'm a "newbie" to the site but have apparently been having lucid dreams for quite some time now. However, within this state, I get a feeling of being "drunk" or dizzy and when physically waking up am left with feeling "hungover". Has anyone else experienced this or have an idea why its occuring? It started about a year ago and has recently been occuring at least 3x a week. I'm unable to control this feeling yet am completely aware that it is a dream and unreal. My main worries are coming out of this with severe headaches, or stumbling as if I partied hard the night before.

NOTE: This is a waking journal. If you want to read a dream, do not read this; I simply keep this to improve my dream recall. In fact, I don't recommend you read this at all; it's very boring, and just for me.

I woke up at roughly 3:30am today, after falling asleep at 10:30. I lay in bed for a while, then got up at about 5:00 to get a drink. Normally I browse the internet until 7:00, but I got a drink and went straight back up. I fell asleep again and woke up at 7:00. I prepared my schoolbag and then, at around 8:00, drove to school with my mother. I got out of the car and entered the school building. Inayat waved to me, but I didn't feel like waving back. I then proceeded to walk down to the laboratory for tutor registration, and said good morning to Tori. She was still upset with me for my views on the Easter play for the local junior school, and so would not speak to me. Emily, my limerent object, came up to us at one point and said good morning, then had to go off to her registration.

After registration, I walked to Spanish, in which we revised animals and learned adjectives, mainly colours. I also did some extension work. We then moved to I.C.T., in which I finished my website - I was the first in the class to do so. In break, I went to the deputy-head's office and got by workbooks back; they had been withdrawn for the school inspectors to look at as an example student. I then went outside to the terrace and talked with Emily. After break, I moved to History, in which me, Tori, Inayat and Emily (B, not M; B is a compatriot, whereas Emily M is my limerent object) completed our presentation on the life of Oliver Cromwell. Then we had Art, in which I began weaving my Miro piece, and then the bell went for lunch. I stayed behind for a little while in Art to help tidy up, and then I went outside via the side door to eat with Tori and Emily M. Freddie also joined us, which was somewhat awkward, because I dislike him. Mr. Hunt approached us to remind me of the maths challenge practice at 1:30, which I was already aware of, and so he left; on his way, he stumbled and walked into a large branch.

I then went to the maths challenge practice, as aforementioned. We spent about ten minutes figuring out how the website worked (Ms. King, the organiser of the competition for the past three years at our school, as absent, and so Mr. Hunt was somewhat discombobulated) and then we spent the remaining twenty minutes elaborating over the questions and getting to know each other.

After lunch, I went to my locker, got my bag and relevant books, and went to afternoon tutor. Tori was still upset with me about the play, and so I spent my time doing next week's homework. I then went to R.S., in which we learnt about Ik Onkar and the Khalsa in Sikhism, and then we went into English, in which we had a speaking and listening assesment; we had a debate about the worst jobs in history. I then left, and, after collecting my remaining books from my locker (I had them ALL because of the aforementioned inspection), I went outside and entered my mother's car. We drove home after visiting Tesco's, though I waited in the car in that period of time. I went home, watched three episodes of Everybody Loves Raymond, completed Monday's homework, and had dinner. I then wrote this WJ entry at 9:15.

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

I'm taking a shower at my current house, getting my hair wet [I actually had short hair in a dream for once! I think that may be a first], when I notice that the shower curtain has these white mold florets (they look kind of like broccoli florets, except with an open space in the middle) growing out of it, in addition to the flat, green mold that was already there. I say, “Pretty!” when I see the white ones.

I woke up and remembered my dream. I thought briefly of going to check the actual shower curtain to see if it was moldy, but then said to myself, “That would require getting up, now wouldn't it?” I didn't want to get up yet.

I'm in my old neighborhood, the one where Houses #1 and #2 are located. I'm on a short, connecting street that slopes slightly downhill [it does that in real life as well as in the dream]. I'm hopping up and down on one foot. I observe that this action feels the same and produces the same results as it would in reality. [Though, in retrospect, I was hopping at least two feet off the ground and falling back down really slowly, or at least I perceived the falling as happening really slowly.] All at once, when I realize what I'm doing and how strange this situation is, I realize that I'm dreaming, and I say, “Oh, g**d*****.”

I decide to walk around and explore. All the streets are laid out just as they are in reality. I walk up the short, connecting street I was on, turn right, and follow the curve of one of the big, main streets until I get to the corner where another main street branches off from it. From there, I look off into the distance to the southeast, and see a panorama of lots and lots of houses reaching far into the distance on a gentle downhill slope. I also see random images on the horizon, such as a guy who might have been a hockey player. “Wow, you can see really far here!” I remark. The sky is blue-gray and filled with gray storm clouds.

I rub my hands together to keep this dream going. It feels normal to me [at the time; I realize now that it felt different from what it feels like in reality], but when I look at them, they look multiplied, like I'm looking at them from several angles at the same time. I say softly to myself, “Increase clarity,” but it doesn't seem to do anything.

A bunch of cars have stopped on the sides of the main street I'm on, to the north of me, and a bunch of people are getting out of them. I know not to trust them, so I turn and start walking away from them. Then the dream faded and I woke up.

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Side notes:
It's been an interesting week. A lot has been going on in real life (don't worry, it's good stuff), and I've learned that I have many other things to do with my time that are more important than keeping up this journal. I'll still post when I have something new to post, just not as frequently as I did in the fall.

Fragment 1

A strange dream about people just sitting in their highchair like things, facing me, touching their index fingers together like my 9 month old does.
Something falls down from a tray in front of one of them... Is that my son?

Fragment 2

A woman trying to park her car in a steep parkade. It's a tiny parkade, very tightly parked cars. She pulls in too close to the wall on the right side and pushes back (and squishes) her side mirror

Yet Another Wedding

Now I'm shopping for wedding dresses. I don't know what possesses me to try on the one with banana print, I think it's cheap and I have a feeling I am on a really tight budget. I'm horrified at how ugly it is, and how ugly it looks on me. I am even more horrified and upset when I get something on it! I try to get it off, but when I scratch the stain with my nail it turns darker. Panic!

I'm in a taxi and going to a club with a friend and her boyfriend. We're talking. When we arrive he goes up to get drinks from the bar during our conversation about going out. He says as he's walking away from us that when he's upset or angry with his girlfriend, he goes out to the club. He smiles as he stops for a second and says "When I'm upset you know I'm not so Bo-Bo". Then he continues to the bar for the drinks. I know what he means by the statement. Bo-Bo is his name (but not as in the clown), and he means when he's angry or upset he turns into a bit of a sleaze bag, but usually he's a nice guy. I notice his girlfriend has no expression concerning this statement.

He and I are talking. He is slow dancing with his girlfriend in front of me while I sit on a couch. I tell him I go out when I'm upset too, but that it doesn't matter, I don't get into trouble because I'm so average looking. He asks me something which I don't really remember, then makes a comment, something like "Your boyfriend loves you for who you are, which is not average. If wanted or lusted after rake thin girls, he could go f**k something with sharp edges, like a book." - He gave two other examples of things with sharp edges but I can't remember them.

Fragment 3

Random flash of a some guy - sales guy or bartender? He has a tattoo on his neck, it's a year.. 1100 something. I tell him it's a funny that my son was born that year too.

Side notes:
I think that the Mugwort is helping me remember my dreams. Glad I ordered more of it.
Perhaps one of my dream signs is Weddings, that's two this week. I'm not getting married nor engaged so it's not like it's on my mind.
I think one other dream sign may be Bars or Clubs. I have had a few set in a Bar/Club now.

Since I decided to start trying to lucid dream I have significantly improved my dream recall. Before when I would wake up I would only remember black. No dreams, I was thinking maybe I am some weirdo that doesn't dream or something... But now I am having dreams and recall them vividly. There have been a couple of times when I almost achieved lucidity but I woke up as I was realizing I was dreaming. So that was a little frustrated with that but I know that it cannot always be helped.

I haven't been as good about keeping my dream journal as I should be, but I also have incredibly busy and keeping weird sleep schedules so I was waiting until my schedule calmed down. Now as things return to normal I will work even harder on dream lucidity and will continue to put entries here (and hopefully soon one of those will be a lucid dream ^_^)

Night 0 - not valid test night, emotions - content going into sleep, content coming out of sleep. Images - old house, possibly cabin at SAS. Remember - nothing of actual dream just pictures and speech. progress to becoming lucid - 3%

More notes for myself:

- Attempted a WILD by visualizing a landscape (a forest) then I visualized myself looking down at my feet as I walked and recreated the sound of footsteps.
- A minutes or so into it I was dreaming but I had no control of the dream or even a body, it was like watching a movie.
- I had to follow two girls, I couldn't turn away when I tried.
- I could read the mind of one (who turned out to be my dream guide, Catie) but not the other (her name was never mentioned so I'll call her DC2).
- Catie seemed to know this was a dream, which struck me as odd since most other DCs never seem to. DC2 didn't.
- Catie was like the "main character" of the dream, DC2 was just there to tag along.
- Catie did several reality checks and then start looking for someone.
- DC2 pointed at something and Catie turned to look.
- It was me, or at least a projection of me. Since I had no body and was simply observing the dream, I had no conscious connection with this "other me."
- They tried to get the attention of the "other me" but it didn't see them. It looked like it was looking for something.
- I tried to project myself into the "other me" but it didn't work.
- The "other me" teleported away (several teleportations a few feet apart, the way I usually travel in dreams).
- DC2 swore and said something about "him fading away again."
- I woke up.

Don't exactly beleive in "shared dreaming" but given the experience, this might be as close to one as I've gotten. Maybe. Idk. Probably not.

my mother in law has been dead for 13 years. i married my wife 8 months after my mother in law died.
i dreamed that my father in law knock on my door and he told me to go buy 4 Chinese statues because his wife was coming to my house [in reality she had 4 Chinese statues but 2 of them were stolen] we went to buy them and then my mother in law came. she told me that my house [which is her house] is beautiful but is too small for us because i have 4 children. all of a sudden the door knocked and as she knew that it was his husband she shouted that she didn't want him to come inside and as he hear these words he left. then she told me not to help him and we don't need him and we should leave him alone. she even told us she is going to tell us some words but she was in a hurry and she had to go



p.s i really want to know what all this dream means please

I don't know why some night I have good dream recall and other nights I barely remember anything. I can't figure out what the variables are.
Last night I tried Mascot's "Dreaming Potion" before bed, as directed in this thread.
In the first half of the night I had some strange and unusual dreams, but I don't remember them. In the second half of the night I only remember a couple of fragments of average type dreams.
I will try the dreaming juice again tonight. Maybe I should drink it after five or six hours of sleep.