side notes

Well, it's been two weeks since I posted my last dreams. I've been travelling in Japan and mostly wrote nothing on my DJ. Mainly because I wasn't sleeping much and when I was, I could just recall dreams that had to do with day events and not interesting at all. Japan took over me and didn't let anything else more interesting to take place. I basically lost focus from dream practice because waken life was so much more exciting. Also, jet lag for days didn't help.
But I'm back and will post the stuff I did write down, including a few lucids.

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

Last night, my WBTB went on for nearly fifteen minutes, due to my trying (and failing) to figure out what it was that had gone thump and woken me up. I think it helped me attain lucidity. I should do WBTBs that last that long more often.

I'm bicycling along a sidewalk that winds through grass along the side of a street. Every so often, the sidewalk rises up and becomes a little bridge that allows water to go under it. It goes up-and-down and side-to-side so much that it's a little difficult to bicycle on.

I'm in a building with a group of my Literacy AmeriCorps friends. We're in an open, interior space that runs through several stories of the multi-story building, and has lots of staircases and landings in it. My LAC friends are standing around on the staircases and landings. We're talking about the party that's going on in a room upstairs. One of my friends says that, in order to get in, you have to bribe the guy watching the door in a “touchy-feely” way, e.g., by touching him in a sexual way. I absolutely refuse to do this. At some point during this conversation, I realize, “This is a dream. I can't really be talking to these people.” [I haven't seen any of them in reality since the program ended; we don't even live in the same state anymore.] Then, a bunch of unidentified guys come up a flight of stairs from deeper in the building and start trying to molest me and the other girls with their hands. As they begin to surround me like a flood, I realize this is turning into a nightmare, and try to leave the scene by closing my eyes and turning around. Once again, it does absolutely nothing. The guys start getting their hands on me, and achieve their goal of discovering where my erogenous zones are. I'm scared and shocked and I wish it would end, so it does. I wake up, and go back to sleep shortly afterward.

I'm in a room where I and three of my LAC friends, one other girl and two guys, have been staying. I find a guitar in the closet. A tall guy I don't recognize is also in the room. One of us asks, “Who in this room plays guitar?” and the other answers with “Lisa C.” and one or two other names. [I can't remember now who said what, or what the other two names were.]

I'm in a giant, room-sized aquarium. It's rectangular and about twelve feet from floor to ceiling, and all but the top three feet are filled with fresh water. One wall of the rectangular room is covered with small, enclosed plastic boxes, each containing a different kind of fish. You can open up the doors on the front of each box to let the fish out into the larger aquarium. I'm swimming in the water and can apparently breathe under it. I'm playing with the fish that are out in the larger aquarium, trying to get them to act out some scenario, but it isn't working out too well because there's this one carnivorous fish with big, pointy teeth that keeps eating most of the smaller fish. Eventually, it even starts eating another fish that's bigger than itself. I swim up to the very top row of little boxes, one of which contains a Blue Tang. I think about letting it out, but decide not to because I'm not sure if this one is a freshwater fish or not, and because I don't have very many of that kind. At this point, I discover that I suddenly can't breathe as easily under the water, and I realize that it's because the top three feet of the room are now filled with water, too. [Yes, I realize that doesn't make much sense. No, I didn't realize this during the dream, nor did I realize I was dreaming.] I go to the end of the room and start trying to get the door open so I can breathe the air outside the room. It has a wheel on it that you turn to open the door. While I'm still trying to open the door, before I can either drown or get it open, I wake up. [Dude. That was pretty cool. I wanna go back and play in the aquarium room again sometime.]

Yes, dodobird,

from my experience these supplements are really _the_ best WILD supplement I know.

I made a series of experiments with Galantamine and Choline myself over the past few weeks. What can I tell you?

I made 10 attempts on 10 nights. Got lucid on every one of them.
40 % those were WILDs, the rest DILDs.

WILDing into a lucid dream is incredibly easy for me with these supplements.
I usually sleep less than 5 hours, take the supplements and make a WBTB for an hour. Then I stay in bed on my back for 15 minutes to get calm. After that I roll on my right side and in most cases only wait for the effects to start. Normally I will not have to wait very long.

I got motivated by reading Thomas Yuschak's book. Side effects are only very limited, even with 8 mg Galantamine. But I have to stress that I only make a new try after at least 2 nights off.

I tried it last night as a WILD aid with success.
I'm a newbie and I had just 2 WILDs before, and this WILD was much more full fledged, and I didn't lose my awareness for a second.
(This is my second time of trying Galantamine + Choline. The first time was about a month ago and I failed and fell asleep, and I slept quite badly too)

I took 4mg Galantamine and 500mg Choline Bitartrate about 4:30 hours after going to sleep. I then attempted to do WILD.
I tried to do relaxation meditation, to stop the "voice in the head", the annoying thinking that distructs you. I was quite unsuccessful, so I gave up on relaxation after about 20 minutes and leaned on the side, and waited for HI.
After about 20 minutes I heard the most horrible screeching sound as if the very fabric of reality is being torn apart, and after I endured that I entered the dream.
The dream was very vivid, very clear and organized. Every once in a while I felt like I was waking up, and I didn't move so I can re-enter the dream, and I succeeded in re-entering the dream about 4 times. I don't know if it was false or real awakenings.
All together the dream ( or chained dreams ) were rather long, about an hour. I was very satisfied with the dream, but for my taste this dream was too normal and neat, I prefer more bizarre dreams. In this dream I was walking around in a city. I could think very clearly, and I remembered that I wanted just to look around and observe the dream-scape. I remembered someone ( I think billybob ) suggesting to focus on textures in order to make the dream more vivid and detailed, and I looked closely at the texture on my hand, the walls etc.

Side effects:
1) After waking for good from the dream, (which I decided to do because I had enough ), I was very awake, and couldn't go back to sleep ( and didn't want to go to sleep )
But that was fine because I lay there reviewing the dream for a while.
2) In the morning I fealt very slight 'heart-burn', and some hunger, which is unusual for me to feel in morning.
3) During the day ( now ) I feel more alert than usual, my sight is slightly different: kinda sprarkly and a little less focused, as if it was over-focused to a degree that you see a little less clearly. The same goes for my thoughts, they are a little too quick, in a way which makes the flow of thinking a little less continuous. It's literary feels as if each neuron in my brain is shooting too fast, and so the next neuron can't catch up fast enough to enable normal, relaxed thoughts. But these effects are quite subtle, and not a major problem.

If I will feel any other side effects during the day I will update.

I will now let the Galantamine clear out of my body, and may try again in about week, and report again.

non-dream - non-lucid - lucid

19-10-10 I am lying in my bed, I have been tossing and turning for a good hour and a bit. I get a couple of hits of deep relaxing sensations in my body. The last thing I do (at least that is what I believe) is to slip out of my bed and lie down on the floor (FA). It seems like my normal floor, even has the exact amount of clothes that needs washing there. I take a quick one-eyed peak, why is my sub woofer over there? (I don't have a sub woofer). Ok I am close to something I try and look some more, but it seems to destabilise the environment. I lie still a bit more. I risk it all open both my eyes and stand up, somehow there is not enough stuff in the room, but it really does look like my room. Right even the curtains have been left in the exact position I left them in. I RC by seeing if I can withdraw them with my mind. They flicker and I doubt no more. I need light to stabilise this. I pull the curtains all the way to the sides, I touch and couple of edges on tables and rub my hands.

Although a bit firmer it still could do with a bit of solidness, the dream does grow a bit brighter and I fly through the glass without breaking it. Cool at least some of my control is coming back. I find a flat to peak into, there is a picture on the window frame of Buddha (sort of a pagan version, with red war paint across his eyes) The flat looks funky lot of nifty little stuff, good amount of light and a DC sitting by the sofa table. I assure him that I just need a bit of time to stabilise my dream and I consider telling him it is all just a dream, but decide against it. After a while I spot a flat with a lot of red/blue light coming out of the window, but as this fades away I just fly through the wall to the flat I was just at. It works, so more control coming back. I really pay attention to how it feels going through and although there is a distinct sensation of going through there is no resistance. Cool.

I fly through another set of walls and find myself in some sort of tunnels, these somehow transform into a real-time-strategy sort of landscape and I think to myself how come I can't produce a real mountain landscape. I try to visualise this, but nothing happens. The RTS landscape turn into a tunnel style scene again and I can see some light up ahead. I fly toward it and find a hole in the wall too small for me to pass through, but I am confident enough to just pop through the wall again. I exit a little while later on a scene hat could have been Berlin in the wake of being carpet bombed during WW2. All the building have no glass, are missing some of the corners and it looks amazingly real compared to the RTS landscape I just bitched about, nice, maybe I need to just not try as hard. I fly up and around, and seem to be going really slowly with a bit of a height limitation, so I decided to try and fly backwards and it works amazingly well increasing the detail of the scene around me. I get entangled in some electrical wiring hanging overhead, which I laugh about and quickly get out of. I wake up soon after.

Notes: It takes too much time to enter the dream (1 hour plus here). However I am unsure as to why my WILDs are so short. Do I disturb the sleep cycle by spending so much time awake and aware prior slipping into a dream again or is it a stabilisation issue? However I am pleased that my control seem to be coming back.

Oh and pardon the wall of text, but I am trying as much as possible to note every detail as my recall is a bit shaky atm

Awake, Non-lucid, Lucid, [Commentary made while writing journal entry]

[Fragment] I'm at junior high school, going to class and learning what my class schedule will be.

The next dream starts out like a documentary about Canada. In the dream, I remember that I visited a city in Canada once, and my strongest impression upon arriving there was, “Wow, I'm in a foreign country!” [I've never actually been to Canada. These are most likely straight-up false memories, but I also got the feeling when taking notes during my WBTB that they might possibly have been memories of a previous dream that I'd otherwise forgotten about. Weird.] According to the documentary, Canada has a “Mexico City,” a concentrated population center of Mexican immigrants.

The dream then shifts from a documentary to an episode of “The Red Panda Adventures” that involves all of Canada being hypnotized/brainwashed into hating a man with the last name of Campbell. I remember a long text document [don't ask me why a dream about an episode of an audio series generates a dream image of a text document] that goes on and on about what a despicable person Campbell is. At one point in the text document, there is a warped and twisted version of the Canadian equivalent of the Pledge of Allegiance that also mentions his name and says something bad about him. [I was curious, so I looked it up, and it turns out that there is no Canadian equivalent of the Pledge of Allegiance. My mind just made one up. Cool.]

Woke up at 4:00 A.M. at the end of a sleep cycle and needed the restroom, so I used it, then took a few notes on my dreams so far, then went back to sleep.

I'm in a really big library with white walls and lots of light wood. The word “dream” crosses my mind somehow. [I don't remember whether someone said it, or I saw it on a sign, or I was just thinking about it; I think it was probably the latter.] However it happens, it makes me realize, “Hey, I'm dreaming! I did it!”

I decide to try doing a scene transition. [I don't remember how I did it, but] I find myself sitting in front of a computer monitor, which is displaying a command prompt against a black screen. The program that's running is a text adventure based on the novel Watership Down. I can't do anything right in it – I try entering a couple of commands, but none of them make any progress. Even the inventory command yields a response that goes something like, “You can't have an inventory with only one!” It means that you have to have more than one rabbit in your party before you can check your inventory. I quickly discover that the program is tied to the computer's clock, and that if a certain number of seconds pass without the player making any progress, the program just gives you a Game Over saying something about how you just got eaten (you, the rabbit, in the game, that is). After I get this Game Over, I think: “I don't have to sit here and play this text adventure just because I ended up here. If I want to, I can get up from this computer and go explore the building.” So I do.

I'm still in the library, because that's where that computer is. It's near a second-story interior passageway that's open and more like a balcony, overlooking the ground floor of the library. I follow the passageway over to where it ends in a flight of stairs going down, then descend the stairs, holding on to the handrails the entire way to keep myself focused on and grounded in the dream, and to make sure it remains stable. It works. The whole time, I'm marveling at how the sensations of walking, descending stairs, and holding the handrails are exactly like they would be in reality. The stairs have handrails running up the middle of the steps, but they aren't parallel to the ones running up the sides of the stairs; they're at an angle, so I have to go through a narrow space between two handrails on the last few steps of the staircase. I say, “Why did I have to design these stairs this way?”

I exit the building, and am outside on a dream version of my college campus. It's sunny and beautiful, and all the buildings are big and white and slightly old-fashioned [in real life, most of them are various shades of brown, tan, or orange, and none of them date back further than the 1940s]. Also, the St. Louis Arch and another, light-brown arch with some words on it in black, marking the entrance to some area, are there. [I can't remember what the words said now, but there were two of them, they were the name of the area, and they both started with S.] I go, “Ahhh, it's so good to be here.”

I notice that the beach, with its light-colored, soft sand, is down at the bottom of the cliff. I decide to try something. I think to myself, “When I close my eyes and turn around, I'm going to be standing on that beach down there.” I close my eyes, turn around in a circle (not too fast), and then open them again. I'm now on the beach, not quite at the exact spot I had been shooting for, but pretty close. “It worked!” I say aloud.

I stand on the beach for a moment, but the waves suddenly start coming up really close to the cliff, so there's not enough dry sand left to stand on. I decide to spin around again to go somewhere else, but this time, I'm thinking, “Just take me wherever.”

[In retrospect, that wasn't a very good idea.] I end up on the porch of an old, slightly spooky-looking house made of wooden boards, that seems to be floating on the ocean. It's not abandoned, though – there is a couple living in it. Also, I now have a friend with me – no one I know in real life, just a random, unnamed female dream character.

I look out from the porch to the east at the surrounding landscape and see a world that is ending. The sky is filled with thick, solid black clouds, with streaks of bright red and orange here and there because the sun is rising behind them. The entire landscape is flooded, and a jumble of disconnected buildings stick out of the water here and there. Some of them are on fire, some are falling apart, and one is being ruled over by some sort of dictator, whose enormous figure I can see looming over the building and gesturing with his arms in a way that means “work, you miserable peons!”

The couple who live in the house we're at start talking to me and my friend. They say that we have to get back to safety by sailing back the way we came. I think, “But we didn't sail here! We teleported!” I don't say so, though. [I don't know why not. Either I didn't get a chance to say anything, or I didn't want her to know about my newfound teleportation abilities, I'm not sure.]

[From this point forward, my recall is a little less clear in that I remember all the scenes, but none of the transitions or connections between them.]

The next thing I remember is facing away from the house toward the west, where there is a sort of path leading away from the house, but it's made up of a bunch of vines (or tree roots?). I try to get to the other end of the path by spinning around and closing my eyes again, but this time it doesn't work at all. I say, “Okay, if we can't do that, we'll just get there the hard way,” and start climbing over the vines.

Somehow, I end up on the deck of a ship, and there are waves coming up onto the deck I'm on, over and through the metal railing to my left. One of them doesn't look very big (it's about the same height as the railing), but it breaks right on the deck I'm on, tilting the ship over but not capsizing it.

The next thing I know, my friend and I are being escorted through the flooded landscape in a boat. There is a tank-like, armored boat with lots of guns in front of our boat, and another one behind ours. I take it they're there for our protection, but I quickly figure out that they're mostly just there for intimidation, and they're not even doing a very good job of that. There are lots of dangerous things trying to attack us, including exploding police cars, but we and our boat are passing through all of them as if they were air. What's really protecting us is a magic spell, one which, I know in the dream, comes from the Incarnations of Immortality universe.

I'm on foot, indoors, running away from something. I run into what appears to be a bathroom. I wonder if the protection spell is still holding now that I'm off the boat.

[I'm not entirely sure whether these last two scenes were in this order, or the reverse order:]

I'm a student sitting in a classroom, on the first day of school. All the other student seats are full of preteen or teenage Japanese girls, but the teacher is white. She explains that all we'll do in her class is make these little hat/hair accessory things out of tissue paper, which must be very trendy, because many of the girls are wearing them in their hair.

I'm standing on some rocks in the ocean, near the beach. I'm still lucid, so I think, “Okay! Text-messaging! Task of the month!” I go to take my phone out of my pocket, but then think, “No, better not do that here – I don't want to get my phone wet.”

Woke up and was delighted to have had another lucid dream. While thinking back over it, I laughed out loud at that last part – I was concerned about my phone getting wet? It wasn't even my real phone! :-D Then again, I realized that that makes sense: my dream cell phone would have been just as damaged by dream water as my real one would be by real water. After all, that's what I expect will happen when cell phones get wet.

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Commentary:

Last night, I listened to about half of my binaural beats file at the beginning of the night, did a five-minute WBTB, did a lot of MILD affirmation and visualization both when I first went to bed and when I was going back to sleep after the WBTB, and had a new cardboard-square bracelet, one made with a smaller square of thicker cardboard than my first one, on my wrist the entire time. Something helped me have a really good, long lucid dream. I don't know what. How very unscientific of me, I know. I'm sorry, everybody.

On a more positive note, I'm getting a little better at this! I had more lucidity than ever before this time, and I thought about and actively tried out some dream control techniques while in the dream. I've moved out of the “what is this new world?!” phase now, and into a phase that can be characterized by these thoughts: “Okay, I get the idea of what lucid dreams are, but how do I shot web?” That is, I'm just starting to learn to use those dream control abilities. It was one thing to read about the spinning scene-change/teleportation ability, but as with most skills, now that I've done it for myself, I truly understand what it's like. Note to self, though: I should never spin around to transition to a new scene without first deciding what the new scene should be, because if I let it be random, I may not like what I get.

#967:
Date: (Approx.) October 10th, 2010
Length: 5 minutes

It's another zombie apocalypse. I begin the dream in a large, fortified bus with a bunch of people from my family. We drive down a bunch of roads until we finally reach a coastline. We roll down the beach until we reach a sort of military encampment which is apparently one of the few human settlements remaining. There are many white tents, and as we drive into the camp, people are impressed that we've survived on our own for this long.

We don't stay for more than a few moments though, I think because we realize that whoever is running this camp has some kind of sinister motives. In particular, we notice a sort of symbol on the side of buildings and vehicles that looks like "^^^^", and it makes us very suspicious. We end up in a sort of city, and we stop at what used to be a restaurant, looking for food to scavenge. My recall is a bit blurry at this point. I think we find some guns inside the restaurant, and then someone appears at the door. At first we think it's a zombie, and immediately take aim with our rifles. It turns it's a human though, and we all end up sitting at a table and talking.

Big jump here, I somehow end up in a kind of massive factory, and I am being taken to an audience with the factory's owners (I think the guy from the restaurant told me to go here). After taking an elevator, I enter a large, Japanese-style room, and stand in the middle of the large carpet that spans the room. After a few moments, I am surrounded with a bunch of vaguely human-like cats, who are apparently incredibly wise and think I'm some sort of chosen one. I try to talk with them and explain that I'm nothing special, but they speak a language I don't understand.

For a while I'm really confused, as the cats are all saying many things and I have no idea what is really going on. Eventually, I try to just relax, and I think I slowly start to understand what they are saying, despite not knowing their language. They begin some sort of chanting, and I start floating in the air. I just try to roll with it and wait. Unfortunately, I don't remember much of what happened after that.


#968:
Date: (Approx.) October 8th, 2010
Length: 3 minutes

It's night-time, in some sort of suburban neighborhood. Apparently, I'm "in" a sort of horror movie, and I sort of know it, so while everything feels real, I also have some notion that it isn't, if that makes any sense. Anyways, I'm outside with a group of 4 people, one of whom is Mel Gibson. Armed with a few guns, we're on the hunt for some kind of mysterious animal who has been wreaking havoc (maybe killing people?) in the neighborhood.

After walking around for a while, we spot a dark figure, which we assume is the animal. I think it runs away before we can kill it, and I think to myself that it doesn't look that dangerous. We decide to split up. I end up exploring some sort of log cabin with another person, and it's suddenly morning. The guy with me uses his walkie talkie to contact the others, but eerily, there's no response at all. Everything is suddenly very quiet and tense. There is a knock at the door right in front of us. I feel like something horrific is about to happen, so I get behind the door and try to block my vision, as if trying to ignore the movie I'm in. The guy opens the door, and there is nothing there but books on the floor. If I recall correctly, the books belonged to a little girl who had been killed by the animal, and for some reason it was quite scary that they were suddenly here (who brought them there?).


#968:
Date: (Approx.) October 15th, 2010
Length: 2 minutes

I'm walking around on campus, and I see a girl I haven't seen in years. I follow her, and see her go into a sort of deli I have never been to before. After a few moments I decide to go inside, but go in through the wrong door and end up in a kind of bathroom. There's a bucket with some food in there, so for a moment I wonder if this is the actual deli, but eventually conclude that it isn't. I go in through another door and find myself in a kitchen area, where an employee tells me this isn't the right place to get food. I go back outside and in through another door, which is the right one this time. I ended up admiring some of the delicious things for sale.


A fragment from last night: I was in an elevator with some guy, and suddenly it started shaking fairly violently. It barely reached the floor we were going to, and when it did, the doors opened but the elevator started moving again. We scrambled to get out of the elevator, and did, just in time, before it dropped free-fall to the bottom of the shaft.


Finally, a kind of funny and technically lucid dream from the other day. I woke up in the morning, having overslept already, but fell asleep again. When I did though, I ended up in a dream of getting out of bed, only to see my roommate hiding in a corner getting ready to jump out to scare me or something. I knew my roommate wasn't here IRL though, so I yelled out "NO!!', mad at myself for falling asleep again. I woke myself up and get out of bed, for real this time.

Thursday:

Dream 1: Religious?
I decided to reread a series of books that was very popular in the dream. They looked like a mix between the Series of Unfortunate Events books and the Chronicles of Narnia books. I was reading them near a pool in the middle of nowhere in California. There were mountains and it looked like the kind of area you'd drive through on some kind of road trip within California. I was rereading the books so I could make a religion based off of them. I "read" the first of the seven (I never actually thought about the contents of the book I just remember telling someone I just finished the first book). Then I was looking for some type of white bird or something to fly overhead.

Dream 2: Hairstyles
I was in a small white room. My friend Maxx decided to french braid my hair. He was braiding it when my english teacher Nathan walked in. He said that when he french braids hair he likes to "earl" it sometimes. (I do not think there is such a thing, but in the dream it was taking a piece of hair and just wrapping it around in the middle of the braid and then continuing).

Dream 3: Ann
I was at some kind of pool party. This english teacher that some of my friends have and hate was there just walking around. I was standing with two boys in my math/chem classes Jake and Ian. Jake was telling Ian that if he looked up from his house he'd see Ann M___ (I'm not giving her full name, she's a boy in our grade's mom) because she was going to be at a Grizzly Bear concert. (In the dream this had something to do with the fact that it was supposed to be at the Hollywood Bowl and Ian lives close to the Hollywood bowl). They started laughing.

Dream 4: Tumblr for Homework Help
I was on tumblr and a girl in the grade below me named Maddie (who doesn't have a tumblr in real life) was asking how to do something in biology on her tumblr. I started responding to her even though I've never taken biology.

Friday:

Dream 1: Stuck
This one's a little foggy. I was stuck in some kind of pod thing that kept going underwater (in this pond) and then being flung into the air or something. Either I had to be in it or one of my friends so we were trading off. That is all I remember, but it was one of those dreams where it is pretty boring, pointless and annoying and it seemed to go on forever.

Saturday:

Dream 1: Paper Dresses
The whole school had some assignment to make dresses out of paper. They were due the next day. I asked where we would get the dress forms and they said they would order them tomorrow. (obviously that makes no sense because they were due that day) The assignment was to make one on a water bottle (a tiny dress) and one that was life size. I just remember that the school looked different and that my friend Siena finished hers early and was standing on the other side of the street. I also remember having to go into the P.E. office to get something.

Finally, a note. The dream I had before about project runway being inspired by top chef that ended up being slightly precognitive is eerily similar to something else. The challenge in this week's episode of Top Chef was to make a chocolate DRESS. It was Top Chef inspired by Project Runway!

Ive decided to extend my DEILD idea to another level and use an alarm clock to wake me up. This proved to be much easier this morning as I managed not to move when the alarm beeped. I am happy because its the alarm on my watch and it is not very loud yet I heard it clearly. Not in REM, however.

i was very suprised while dreaming when i realized that i was dreaming.

I started my dream sitting at my computer looking at something, probably youtube. i got up to go to the bathroom. i went into the bathroom and noticed everything was different. it was in a different room and just looked completely different. i walked up to my parents and asked them what was going on. they looked at me questionably. i asked myself if i was dreaming. i wasnt sure, i needed something else to prove it. i go back into my room and there is a little girl sitting at my computer like i was(ive never met this girl before except in my dreams-this is the 3rd time she has been in my dreams). she turns and looks at me and says nothing. i instantly know that im dreaming now. i yell "Holy S**T im dreaming!" the girl doesnt react in anyway. i walk out of the room and my parents say "your dreaming?". i start to laugh and get excited because this is the first time its ever happened and i wasnt even trying to have a lucid dream. i walk out infront of my house and see an attractive korean-american women. i test my ability to control her and kiss her, we kiss, but she shows no emotion, so I leave her and look around outside. I walk to my friends house but the dream world is different from my home town and i get lost. i stop at the corner of a street and see an escalade parked. i open the back door and see 4 girls sitting inside. i dont know 3 of them but the 4th is my ex girlfriend. we talked about something for a short while until i see more girls on the other side of the street. i go over and talk to them. i try kissing one of them, but it wasn't that interesting so I quit. after that everything goes black. i have a false awakening in my bedroom. my brother is in my room looking threw some of my games. i talk to him a little and then i remember the dream i just had. i question the dream again. i ask my brother a math problem(6x7) i couldnt think of the answer because i was still full of excitement. he couldnt answer. i ask him what 2+2 is and i think of the answer, 4. he says 4. i ask him what 1+2 is and i think of 4 again. he says 4 and thats when i realize im dreaming again. i tell him to throw the cd in his hand into the wall. he does so without question. now im sure that im dreaming. unfortunately i wake up before i get to leave my house.


side notes:
my dream sign might be the little girl at my computer.
i had 2 lucid dreams
1 false awakening

So since I've come back from my vacation everything has been a disaster. After we got the pony taken care of I started getting harassed by some ass. @.@ I got the police involved the other day and so far everything has stopped, but all this crazy has ruined all my dream progress. I will need to start all over again as now i'm only remembering one dream a night. If that. ;-; ARG!!!!!! I really do hope the ass call my phone again, let me tell you what! I'll show him for killing my dreams...

non-dream - non-lucid - lucid

13-10-10 Meditated before going to bed yesterday, which seemed to have a profound impact on recall and gave a couple of the dreams a spiritual direction. No lucids bar a couple of seconds long dream during a WILD attempt in the morning I don't count (I only managed to realise I was free of my physical body and the scene had somewhat stabilised (there was only a ball to begin with). I ended up at a handball game in a theatre, where the referee's table was cheating, before I was slammed back awake >.<)

I am at a dinner party with the family, it is a birthday or Christmas or something similar. I am in the kitchen and as people are leaving the kitchen I notice my grandmother on my father's side at the cooker putting something in the oven. As she is dead this comes as quite a surprise for me. So I address her by her name. “Gerda, is that you?” she confirms this and in a mixture of happiness and stunned surprise I ask her if I am insane. “Yes” she say. My grandfather comes in and starts talking to her. We look at each other and my grandfather proclaims “I knew I wasn't crazy, if you can see her too”. We walk into the living room and she disappears, however we call upon her and as she comes forward more of the family can see her as well. Some are happy others refuse to go in the living room, one proclaim “it smells rotten” which makes me worried if it is a good thing or not. At some point I try and ask her why she still remains, she tells me my grandfather needs her.

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Many of my dreams were set in a tropical setting so it is a bit difficult to tell where one ends and another begins.

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I am on a tropical island and we are walking down hill. It seems to be roughly the same group we went to Thailand. I am on the lookout for things that deserve to get their picture taken. Not for myself, I don't have a camera and the ones I have had always break. All of a sudden we are surrounded by weird architecture. It looks somewhat medieval, but has a bit more of a modern tinge to it. At the same time it looks like it belongs there. In retrospect I believe the architecture was impossible in the physical world, but in the dream I just look at it. Some younger fearless children start walking on the walls surrounding the building and the walls I see are fairly thin, this scares me. I stop and think to myself if I have reached the age where I am starting to fear injurries from falling. Normally I would join the children (in my other dreams the place would have been perfect for some parcour).

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Calle is feeling ill, I am not sure where we are going, but we are travelling somewhere. He is sweating and bright red in his face. I try and calm him down and ask if he has been drinking water, he gives a vague confirmation and doesn't sound convincing. I tell him to keep drinking water, regardless of what it is. I suspect it is either dehydration or panic anxiety. His daughter or wife agrees that he should drink more water.

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Again on a tropical island that resemble the one with the magnificent architecture. Though I believe we are at the top of the island. Bruce Willis is there, can't remember if he was in character or just himself. He goes on a rampage after becoming angry about something. In the end either me (in 3rd person view) or someone else who lures him into a room and lock the doors. “You understand I had to do this don't you?” Bruce acknowledge without a grudge. Me/him goes into the room, wearing old school divers suits both of them (you know the ones where a fuck off large metal helmet and a tube needed to be attached at the collar of the suit).

Bruce seems to accept that he is to be punished and for some reason a beacon of light that I had not noticed prior shifts and find a girl/woman in the forest, she seems surprised by this. He says something about that me/him has to watch over his light that is needed elsewhere now. The last thing he wants to do is listen to some recordings of a dead language while he reads a translation (thus making the language not dead, but anyways) of the text. He starts chanting and I realise that he is trying to learn the language. This is significant to me in some ways, at least I think it is because I have heard a voice in my head that might be in this language. Should I be able to learn this language maybe I could interpret what is said. I feel an energy building around and inside me.

This energy remains vibrating in my body as I wake up (nope wasn't a FA)

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I am at some sort of party in the town I grew up. I go somewhere and when I go back I take a path behind the roads. This is very narrow and filled with trees. I have taken off my shoes as I feel like hardening my feet. In the beginning I have my shoes in my hands, but I drop them at some point. The path is difficult to walk bare footed and some times I end up crawling over trees in order to get forward. I sense someone behind me and look down and it is a guy from the town that I am normally disassociated with, but we seem to be friends in the dream and he is at the party as well. He is on a bike and he question what I am doing. I explain the shoe situation and he says “Ah you have no shoes” He gives me a ride (for some reason the path is easily traversable to bikes O.o). I am careful not getting my bare feet stuck in the wheel of the bike although I am close at one point. We get to a shop, he is supposed to pick something up. I say damn, I am sure I had my shoes with me to begin with. I check my pockets, but only a pair of sandals is in my blazer pocket (I am wearing a blazer now, with sandals in the pocket WTF!?). He assures me that he will drive back and get them for me if they are still there, it isn't a long drive. He encourage me to go back to the party.

This isn't a dream

I looked at my yahoo email today, and there was a new folder called "Notes" I clicked on it, and inside of it was an email from myself without a subject. the email said "Tablet PC" this creeped me out.

I changed the folder name to "Damn Templar's" and deleted the email. after that I thought better about it, deleted the folder and changed my email password.

I'm probably doing exactly what they want by posting this, If they wanted to spy on me, I'm sure that they wouldn't change something in my email, oh well.

Ok so I finally had my first ever lucid dream since I've been keeping my dream journal. Here's how it went: starts out in my house nothing too unusual going on my foster mom and dad are in their room laying down and I'm walking around the house, in the living room there is a large woman working a bar that sells some delicious cakes, she seems to like me but I'm more interested in the cakes, when there's is only one left she tell me she can't sell anymore so i go to my sisters room and find my friends psp. Finding his psp in her rooms bothers me because i'de been asking to borrow the thing for ages and he wouldn't let me so i pick it up and start battling (He had the new birth by sleep kingdom hearts game; fitting for something in the dream world.)eventually i go into the game and start running around, though it's no longer kingdom hearts its more mario/zelda themed and i have a sword, Somehow i run into my friend Butters in the game and he wants to try a sword trick he's figured out we do the trick and somehow i think the trick is relevant to a reality check so when it causes me to appear back in my parents room from the start of the dream, i realize hey it worked and start walking around the house seeing if i can gain some dream control. I try to make some grapes appear to see if i can do it and there are like three, another interesting thing to note is that my friend came with me from the game back to the house (along with a few others) but in the transition he turned from Butters in the game part to my friend randy once we got back to my house.

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

When my 6:30 alarm went off this morning, I was still sleepy, despite having gone to bed just after 10, and I felt somehow sure that I'd have at least one dream that I remembered if I slept in for another hour, so I reset the alarm for 7:30. Luckily, before I fell asleep again, I remembered that REM cycles take 90 minutes, so I reset it again for 8:00. [I'm not entirely sure in what order I had the following dreams, nor am I sure whether the first one took place before or after the 6:30 alarm, but here they all are.]

I open my eyes in my bedroom and immediately notice that the light fixture in the center of the ceiling has a square cover over the lightbulb, like the light over the shower in my real bathroom, not a round cover like it does in my real bedroom. I say right out loud, “That light is wrong, so I must be dreaming! HELLS TO THE YEAH!” I get out of bed, but then stand just inside the door for a few moments, trying to figure out whether or not I can still breathe through my nose while pinching it shut. It seems I can, but only a little bit. Confused, I give up trying to figure it out and leave the room to say good morning to my mom. She's there, just like normal. I go back in my room and, still hopeful that this might still be a dream, try to walk through one of the walls. Again, it doesn't work; the wall and I are completely solid to each other.

The Dream King is talking to me. [Not the one from The Sandman; it's the gryphon from the Rankin-Bass version of “Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer.”] He says something along the lines of, “When you summoned us for fun times earlier, you bounced and lay down. The next time you do it, could you lay on your back first so the palace doesn't get shaken around?”

I'm in a park somewhere with P. We have to go through it to get home. There are all these dogs running around, and she protects me from them just by knowing how to act confidently and politely toward them. At some point, we end up riding bareback on a horse through the park. I can feel the horse's hair. Eventually we get to an escalator and start riding up it (yes, still on our horse). It goes up into an enclosed chamber with animatronic figurines in it, designed to look like the riders of the escalator are coming out of the mouth of some giant creature. There is some kind of audio narration playing, thanking us for visiting this attraction. When we get to the top of the escalator and exit the chamber, we're on a street.

The 8:00 alarm went off for real, and I recalled all of the above. I went out of my room and talked to my mom.
Me: I just had a really confusing dream. Is this the first time I've come out to say hi to you this morning, or the second?
Mom: The first.
Me: I thought so. That's what I dreamed about.
After I'd confirmed it, I started feeling happy and proud about having another lucid dream.

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Meta-commentary:

The WBTB+MILD technique seems to be working well for me, at least giving me interesting dreams with good recall, if not consistently giving me lucid dreams. I've found something that works for me, though, so I'm going to keep it up. I was making the effort with my MILDing again last night, but I could be putting even more effort into it. Also, I had my cardboard-square bracelet on for most of the night, but I think I took it off when the 6:30 alarm went off because I was tired of wearing it. I'm not sure, though, so I can't say whether or not I was wearing it when I had my lucid dream. Finally, I shall have to remember not to rely on the nose-pinch RC so much; it served to confuse the issue rather than to clarify it. Next time, I'll try the finger-counting method.