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I was browsing porn on the internet...in dream, and then I had a FA...I could barely see anything but that was not enough to get lucid...maybe I browse the internet in my dreams too?
Maybe thats one of the main reasons I cannot get lucid without wild

Fell asleep at: 1:00 AM

Woke up at: 5:00 AM



Dream:

I'm in my Chemistry class. My teacher is sitting at his computer, you'll find out what that entails in a second.

My old friend-turned-acquaintance JJ is sitting to my right, incessantly complaining about....something. He's alsonot doing the assignment at hand, instead making one of those paper fortune-telling things. He directs his ire over to the teacher and doesn't. Shut. UP.


I HAVE to tell him something.


I tell him something along the lines of "Dude, shut the hell up. That's the FIFTH fucking time you said that. Be quiet, show some respect, and do your freaking work." Oddly enough, the class doesn't respond, but he sure does. He says something like, "How can I respect a teacher that can't freaking teach? Playin' games n' shit, damn..." See, in real life, my Chemistry teacher is, well, kind of a shy, bumbling newbie. During the course of his time at the school, everybody's been giving him crap. This carried over quite spectacularly into the dream.


Anyway, this sent me over the edge, but I know better than to act on emotion or instinct. I tell him, "It doesn't matter. He's the teacher, you're the student, so let him teach."


And just after I say that, my brother walks inside the classroom and hands me some car keys. I don't know exactly why he did this, and the dream ended shortly after that, but that wasn't what was important.


NOTES:

1. The same thing happened today during class. My classmates were actively taunting the teacher, one of them got especially unreasonable, and I told her off. No, I didn't cuss to such an extent as here. God, they're annoying.... Er, sorry, rant mode.

2. I think this is one of the few times I ever completely acted like myself in the dream. To be honest, this dream was kind of therapeutic. I don't even know if I was lucid or not, it was that accurate.

I wonder... why don't dreams traumatize us? The nightmares I've had this past week were so profoundly awful, if these scenarios happened to someone for real, it would surely cause deep emotional and mental damage. Murder, being murdered, horrible torture, frightening 'hauntings', ... stuff that really makes your stomach turn. Yet when I wake up, it takes only a good 10-20 seconds for the fear and horror to 'wear off', and then it's like nothing ever happened.

Does it have to do with memory? Dreams are generally easily forgotten, but even the ones I still remember perfectly (like when I've just woken up) feel like they're immediately covered in a kind of "haze" that robs them of their power over me.

Or is it just that we consciously know the events weren't real (those aspects of higher consciousness are generally turned off during regular dreaming), and when our consciousness 'boots up' after waking, it dispels the hold the dream has over us?

I had this thought because I realized I must have died a million times at this point in a million different ways, and have been hunted down by more demons than there are in Hell. But when I wake, all is hunky-dory.

so this dream starts off as light an dark matter jus swirling around in space so I try to make universes while my eyes are closed so the swirling light and dark matter can do what eva it want to the bending of my will so I start crushing the darkness over and over the shutter of light flickers back and fourth then its a sudden shock everything just becomes a abyss nothing in life matter but this blind wake everything is nothingness and I want to return to the darkness over and over again as the dark matter makes up its own life I find myself upon light where I'm looking for a burning tree as I'm staring everywhere I find myself engulf in clouds under the blue moon light as I'm looking for this tree I see dream false replica forms trying to find the burning tree as well as the burning tree keeps burning it says you will attain magical powers if you find the tree that everlasting and burns for eternity as I was in the darkness the tree started to become on fire as the dark matter nightshade becomes thicker and blacker the tree goes out as the fire was never burning at all as the fire goes out on the burning tree

the abyss takes control then starts forming a fiery shade of black abyss as a tree disenagrates an turns to nothing but ashes as thy burning tree ends the story of the darkness sets in forever as the dark an light matter become more blind to itself the story of darkness never ends as the burning trees starts another fire of shame

so starting off the exile plane is the lowest vibration in the astral dimension your already in the exile plane its like waking up and getting your keys and going to the store this is the astral form of the exile plane or like exiting a theater the movies this is what the exile plane is all about exiting dream form to wake up back in still infamy now a lot of people live in still infamy and there nothing more to do but tv and computers wrong so when you dream that your in exile like alone and never being able to have contact with anybeing beside yourself you have to make up dream worlds and astral dimensions this plane of existence is by far the best dimension of all astral planes to make it to the exile plane all you have to do is wake up exiting a dream you past had yet you have to always remember how you got out of that dream an woke up upon still infamy now in still infamy we sleep we watch tv we play games this is how you control the exile plane its reality amplified by dreaming now to induce a exile plane dream all you have to do is think and your in the exile plane. NOw for the dream false replica body this is where your dreaming and you wake up in your dreams as someone else that's happens a lot for a lot of people how to notice your false replica dream form is for how you to decide how you want to dream in the after life in the false replica dream form you take on different characteristic then your usual reality form as your dreaming in this body you take control of their entire aspect of their life as your own yet its always the same thing over and over you have to notice when thus happen your exiting dream to wake up in still infamy for a reason if you were to plunge in a dream where you kept dreaming you would of never made it to the exile plane yet in the false replica form you know the difference between you and yourself

Last night, I had a dream where I was in the living room of my old house. It was dark and shadowy, the stairway and kitchen entrance fading into pitch black. I wasn't at all put off by this at the time, but in retrospect, it was a rather creepy, horror game type lighting.

As with all of my lucid dreams, I got a random inkling that I was dreaming. I plugged my nose and sure enough I could still breathe and was indeed dreaming.

Alright, time to get down business. I tried to summon someone. I envisioned her appearing; nothing happened. I called her name; nothing. "Oh right," I thought to myself, "I need to focus and be aware." I plugged my nose once more and checked out my hands to reaffirm that I was dreaming; could still breathe, and my fingers were deformed. Then I took time to be aware of myself and my surroundings. Then, I once again attempted to summon my friend. I called out, looking around, envisioning her coming down the stairs. Nothing. No matter how many times I tried, nothing happened.

In fact, nothing whatsoever was happening. It was just me in this pseudo-horror room. Eventually I woke up without accomplishing anything. I don't have lucid dreams often (as I mentioned, I've only ever gotten them randomly, never by induction methods), but this sort of thing has happened with the last few I've had. I've had almost no control these past few lucids, even though I've had little trouble controlling them in the past when I didn't even bother trying to ground myself.

I think it lasted longer than most of my lucids though.

Fell asleep at: 1:00 PM

Woke up at: 3:00 PM


NIGHTMARE

The dream starts off with me and my family driving home. It's a bright, sunny day, nothing could go wrong, could it? Then all of a sudden my brother screams in terror. "It's a giant hand!!" He says. I look around for a couple seconds and see a huge, white hand pick up a car and crush it in its hands. It then seems to pummel the ground before it, sending us all into a deep panic.

"This is it, this is the end. No. No, no, no, no, no, this can't be real!" I think to myself, utterly frozen as to what's going on.

My mother swerves into another lane, cutting through some grass and to a less crowded lane. My mom floors it, but not before a strange, oddly polygonal being floats in with a plume of dust surrounding it. I don't quite remember what it did, but it killed more people in the dream. It was oddly ethereal in appearance.

But, due to all the surrounding chaos, my mom crashes the car into a large rock. Flames erupt around us, and the polygonal monster is back, surrounding us in a dust devil. A large, slimy monster with a million eyes starts trying to bust into our car, towards my mother and sister. I think, "Maybe this is a dream! Monsters, you have no power over me!", but to no avail. This slimy, green monster with a million eyes starts closing in on me and my family.

In a feat of rage, fright, and courage, I decide to kill it with my own two hands. I try punching it, but my punches felt weak, as if something were holding me down. I then do the most logical thing, and try gouging its eyes out. It's a disgusting display, but I wrap my hands around one of its eyes and smoosh it out of existence. I yell right in front of it as I try to inflict massive damage on this giant enemy slime.

Then the dream ended. It--it felt so REAL! As if I were to die at any moment! It was quite surreal, and I was more than ecstatic to have woken up and to be reminded it was all just a bad dream.


NOTES

1. This was my first nightmare I've had in months. Maybe stress? I mean, I did think the supervolcano erupted today (Don't worry, people were just burning sugarcane behind my house).

2. I remember my arms felt weak during my "fight" with the Blogg (That's what I'm calling it). Another tell-tale dream sign to many people.

3. I think I tried to get lucid, but due to the monsters overriding my power I wasn't able to get very far.

This night was pretty weird, all my dreams were nightmares or were really weird. Mom also told me she had weird dreams.

In a dream, I was in a house full of violent hobos who beat eachother and screamed, it was madness, and for some reason they made pizza.
In another dream I was saving a cat from the ruins of a three leveled house, from the crumbles of the rooftop , I came back to this place , morphed into a puma or some kind of wildcat and jumped up to the highest level with ease.

Fell asleep at: 2:00 AM

Woke up at: 5:00 AM

Fell asleep again at: 6:00 AM

Woke up AGAIN at: 10:00 AM


Old Macdonald Had A Farm

I remember I'm on the farm in my backyard. I'm sitting inside the fence that blocks the outside perimeter of the farm, yet in the waking world there's no fence to speak of. I think I remember taunting and messing with some of my friends and acquaintances inside the farm who, again, aren't even farmers and don't correlate to my real world understanding of them.

I think I remember talking to a couple of my friends in the farm, but I'm drawing a blank. Then someone I know (Let's call her Carla) comes up to me and...sits on me. Uh huh. She's trying to sit down it seems, but she's really clumsy at doing so. I see up her shirt, and she's oddly chubby compared to real life.

I scoot over so that she may sit down, and two more friends (An effeminate male named David and someone else I forgot) sit down with her. I don't bother talking with them, as I was... Well, too "flustered" to have a normal conversation after that.



Damn Dirty Apes

This dream I don't remember that well. It turns out I own a whole bunch of little monster things and I had to raise them akin to a pet. I hurriedly run around the house looking for something for them to eat, and I eventually find a book that covers just that.

I open the book, it's a yellow hardcover book with instructions on how to raise those little cretins. As I read find the 'Creatures' Diet' page. Turns out they eat glitter. In disbelief, I read on, not fully convinced anything can eat glitter. As I do so however, one of the gorilla-like monsters escapes. I cower in fear, scared of the possibility of the ape coming back to, I don't know, kill me or something.

I go to one of the windows and find an orangutan just chilling there. Suddenly it gets pulled away by a large black ape, and my panicked state increases ever more. I hide behind a couch by another set of windows. Suddenly the ape escapes the premises, and I read the cookbook again. The ingredients for monster food are as such:

Bananas

Lemons

Flour

Water

Mix these up and cook em' like a pancake and BAM! Monster food. Probably doesn't taste very good though.


SIDE NOTES

1. I had watched a lucid dreaming subliminal video not long before I went to sleep. So that might've had an effect on the vividness of these dreams or their premises in general.

2. This is the first time I've been able to recall a dream in days, so progress i definitely being made.

#WBTB Method

I was woken up by my daughter who's not feeling well. I attended to her and then returned to the kitchen where I thought about stacking the dishwasher. I picked up some random items and stood there for a while ...

Nah.

I ate a banana, cos I was kind of hungry and thought about whether to get up or go back to bed.

It was 4am.

I was planning to be up between 5 and 6, so going back to bed risked oversleeping. And I wasn't feeling tired.

I got back into bed to tinker with my new old mobile phone and go back to sleep. I downloaded some apps, including Instagram and Twitter, which is where I ended up. Read some tweets and then tweeted about #wbtb and then read some more. Twitter didn't work properly on the phone.

Finally, the light and tapping noises seemed to be disturbing my wife's sleep, so I set the device aside and lay down.

I focused on relaxing and staying aware of how I was feeling.

I counted every breath.

I was surprised to find that I was feeling very, very, very relaxed, with my body feeling heavy and almost paralysed, but still aware. I was surprised because I'm normally asleep before noticing this.

I reached 12 before losing count and being immersed in a pleasurable slumber. It felt like being aware of being asleep. Not aware of dreaming. Is lucid sleeping a thing? Just being asleep and aware of being asleep.

I could feel the mattress and the blanket and my body. I'm not sure if I couldn't move or didn't want to. It was peaceful and safe; moving was the last thing on my mind.

Everything was very dark grey and close, like the world was soft around me. I was looking around, so I figured that I was in a dream now. I suppose I was in a kind of doorway to the dream, because there was only sensation. Nothing to see at all except very dark grey.

I heard my daughter in the kitchen then and she called to me, so I prepared to go to her, disappointed to be roused from bed again ... except I was standing up, leaning against a chest of drawers.

I walked very carefully across the dark room and considered whether I was sleeping because I had been lying down under the covers earlier and I didn't remember standing up.

Caution seemed wise. I went out into the kitchen, but the kitchen wasn't there. It was a coach station.

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The key things that I think contributed to lucidity:

Not being tired
Eating a banana - at the time, I thought it might help with lucid dreaming. I imagine the thought was more powerful than the banana.
Reading, looking after daughter, doing something for 30 mins instead of going straight back to sleep.
Reading about dreams
Tweeting about lucid dreaming

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In the dream, I'm thinking about what to post on Twitter.

Focus Dean!

I'm sure there was something I was meant to do in my next lucid dream...

Now I'm holding two samurai swords. I spin them round a little bit, but it seems to obvious. I think I should explore a bit.

A coach is reversing over grey concrete, performing a laborious three-point turn.

At the end of the coach station that is nearest me, two teachers are sitting at cluttered desks. They call some young students over. A boy who is clearly not interested in being here comes over and collects a drawing from the male teacher. The drawing contains his results for his exam.

He walks off with it without even looking at it.

"Hey," I say. "Can I see that? I'm interested."

He hands it over, looking like he's expecting to fail.

I'd like to tell him that he's done well, but I can't understand this evaluation at all. It just looks like a kid's drawing. It's not even a good one.

"Well done, kid," I say. "It'll be okay." And I hand it back to him.

He takes it and just looks at me. He doesn't even shrug. Then he walks away, sort of swallowed by darkness.

I catch the eye of the male teacher. He doesn't say anything either, but he looks at me as if to say: "You see? This is what we're dealing with here on a daily basis."

I lose the dream here for a while, but I remember thinking about flying or doing a super jump, but again, I didn't want to do anything obvious.

I end up outside with my wife who is gardening. I was thinking about gardening in waking life earlier and I make the connection in the dream.

A friend arrives. She's brought us gardening gloves. I smile at her, delighted, but she avoids my gaze. At first, I think she's being modest about her gift, but then I think that maybe I've misconstrued the situation.

I start to suspect that these are not gifts but only a loan.

As I have the thought, she glances at me, as if she heard it and is agreeing.

Under my gaze, the gloves degenerate; holes appear in the fingers and palms.



I'm aware of my body in bed and I shift to get more comfortable. I'm still in the dream, but it closes on me and again it goes dark grey. There is no up or down, just comfort and gentle floating.

In the darkness I hear my wife getting out of bed.

The light comes on.

I dreamt that I had a sickness similar to smallpox ,first it popped up on my hand then on my whole body.
There were black\dark brownish blisters on my limbs , and little tiny reddish- brownish pimples around them , my skin was burning . It was really freaky . I went to the doctor, and I waited. But then I woke up.

Fell asleep at: 10:43 PM

Woke up at: 6:00 AM


Dream:

Looking up random crap on my laptop, I begin to have thoughts of deja vu, "What if this is a dream?" I thought to myself. "That's ridiculous." I also pondered. But, I had to confirm my suspicions somehow. The internet is already a weird and, frankly, terrifying place, anything that seemed odd could be interpreted as 'expected'. So I just told myself I was dreaming, and I was.


Nothing specifically tipped me off to the nature of the dream itself. I just went with my 'gut instincts', luckily those gut instincts were correct. People didn't act like they should in the dream, places that I had never even seen before were just outside my neighborhood, but I digress.


I got up from my bed, when I realized that my vision was utter garbage. I told the dream to improve my vision, but to no avail. I try again, no dice. I went towards my desk and grabbed a comically oversized and uncomfortable pair of glasses, which helped a little bit. Then I try to fly. I begin to vibrate aggressively for a couple seconds before blasting through the roof. Somehow, I end up back in my room, unscathed and just as anxious.


My sister and her boyfriend open the door. I tell my sister ecstatically, "(No I'm not giving her name away), you're in a DREAM!!" She rolls her eyes (Of course), and her boyfriend just sorta shrugged it off. My other sister is also there, but for some odd reason, she's pregnant (This isn't the case in waking life). We walk out on the town upon my request.


There's this security guard lady who's checking people into a large building. She lets everyone else go and I go last. I try to phase through the gate, ubt she checks me in just as the gate opens for me. So, that didn't go so well.

We wind up in this train station/mall type area with a boatload of people all around. I try to follow my sister and her boyfriend through the crowded building, but increasingly lose distance. Then, out of the blue, a lady carrying a bazillion shopping bags and an overloaded shopping cart, all of which say "That's The Joke", comes barreling by.

I wake up right after that.



Notes:

1. This is actually the first extended lucid ream I had. Ever. It lasted about 20 or so minutes long and I didn't need to perform even one reality check along the way.

2. I kept the same level of lucidity throughout, and just sorta went along with the dream. I think it might've been a layer 2 or 3 lucid dream, which is astounding for me.

Inspired by my desire to somehow rid myself of my sleep-mumbling habit, in light of having to share a room with someone for the next year, I return! I hope to use lucid dreaming to find my dream guide and try to find someway to solve this, among with all the other wonderful things that come with lucid dreaming. Also, my newfound interest in horror films and books, being able to lucid dream may come in handy should I find myself at the grips of one of the serial killers I read about each day.

I am not yet in the habit to doing reality checks yet. I usually do reality checks by pinching my nose and breathing through it, or trying to push my hand through my other hand and looking at my fingers and such.

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I was going to see a show that Ethan and Hila was holding at a very large amphitheatre. The theatre had many red seats ascending. I met them, also.

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After watching a YouTube video about 'gang stalking', I dreamt of gang stalking on another level. These huge government co-operations had set up huge Hollywood-like sets to completely control and manipulate their victims. The victims because they were aware that they were being stalked were drove to insanity because they were unable to escape it. It was as though they were in the Truman Show. The victim was forced to suicide, sadly. The entity that gang stalked the person then moved on to get ready to control their next victim.

[dream signs]: Celebrities

With using the WILD guide of kingoyshi I had...a DEILD.
Low lucidity still ,my recall improved a bit .
I was in a suburban area then I got on a bus and talked with my friends ,I wasn't really lucid , but I knew that I'm in a dream and that lingered in my mind through the dream. I didn't know what do I want to do or why. I will make a list of goals.

Upon becoming lucid I started to observe the details ; apparently the dream wasn't greatly vivid, but it was still fascinating how complex a dream is . I also observed that I have a mildly bad vision which I tried to fix by focusing and twisting that "key" in my head that I imagined there, that seemed to improve my vision for a moment but it was useless.

At the majority of my dream I was sitting on a bus , observing , there was me ,my friends and a few guys with weird faces, one of them had dead yellow eyes and wasnt really moving, or doing anything at all. Then I mentioned to my friends that this is a dream and that I have powers here. They were denying it naturally, to which I said I can levitate objects with the force.
Then we got out of the bus. We were in a random street I dont clearly remember.
They gave me something , a box I think, placed it on the floor , and so I did my thing: Levitated that thing, then one of my friends telepone, spun it in the air then threw it somewhere ; they were suprised and started hollering .

And that was it

So , now I'm off to write my list of goals .

At a point I had a DEILD ,I became lucid ,but lucidity was too low as usual, my visual aquity was unstable, all I remember that I was marvelled at how detailed a dream can be ,I was on a hillside, in a forest, then the dream changed and I lost lucidity.
Edit: I remember looking out the window, seeing a way , left the house, and looked around , the dream started to collapse ,I ran back but now there was only a white car, not my house.

In the next dream I was in a class, and I was talking to some people . A girl made some remarks about how that girl( she said the name of an old schoolmate I had , but she was another girl from another place) secretly likes me and have a crush on me , I thought is just a joke, why would she like me at all .... Then she said it herself ,calmly, wasnt surprised at all that her secret is out, then we made out for a while then I continued doing whatever I did...


Idk how I did not get lucid by this surreal scenario... a girl liking me, me being in school again..eh