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    1. The Search

      by , 03-28-2011 at 04:43 PM
      I am positive that the following dream sequence contained more than I have written below, but for the life of me I cannot recall what those extra tidbits might be. I believe it may have had something to do with the sewer scene, but I am at a loss.

      Sunday, March 27, 2011

      The earliest recollection in this dream placed myself, I believe my father, my friend Mike (the dream image of which I am starting to believe may be my DG, given how often he has been showing up lately) and a woman with whom I used to work, Kari, in a sewer, knee-deep in sludge. There was no indication as to why we were in this location, but I got the impression we were searching for someone of something. Kari and I are chatting and I notice movement out of the corner of my eye, from around the other side of a brick pillar. I peek around the pillar and notice some kind of strange, humanoid creature, clearly female and glowing blue. The creature takes off as soon as it sees me and escapes into a large round drainage pipe. For some reason this encounter does not faze any member of my party and this apparently was not the thing for which we were searching.

      Next, I am on the back porch of an older, run-down house at night. It is snowing lightly and is pretty chilly outside. Mike and I are having a discussion on the porch and gesturing to the right, beyond the fence in the backyard. On the other side of the fence is the back parking lot of a police station. There is a path that runs through the backyard directly in front of us and up to a gate in the fence leading to the police station grounds. Mike points out a police SUV with a trailer attachment on it (like the ones landscaping trucks pull containing their equipment). A uniformed police officer is moving lawnmowers onto the trailer and Mike comments “They are getting ready to move out for the search.” I ask Mike why they would need lawnmowers for such a search and his answer (which I cannot recall) seems to satisfy me (damn my illogical unconscious mind!).

      Down the path in front of the Porch walks Kari, wearing a black winter overcoat and one of those puffy Soviet winter hats one always sees in Cold War-era movies, complete with a red star. I walk down to meet her as she nears the gate leading to the police station and she informs me that she has found exactly what we, and apparently the police, were looking for. It is a serial killer that she mentions by name, which I cannot recall but I think it sounded vaguely Latin.

      As Kari informs me of her find, the police officer who was loading lawnmowers onto the trailer approaches, apparently having heard our brief conversation and congratulates Kari on her stupendous find; they will proceed to arrest the individual immediately. I congratulate Kari, but am slightly perturbed that she made the find and not I.

      I awake and perform my RC.
    2. Strip Club

      by , 03-25-2011 at 10:47 PM
      Thursday, March 24, 2011

      My buddy Mike and I enter a bar that I recognize as “Mac’s Two Lounge” in Billerica, MA, a seedy 18-plus strip club. The place looks nothing on the inside like it does in real life. In the dream, it is a narrow, short room, with a small stage (about the size of a restaurant booth table) connected to the wall by a door and has a pole in the middle. The “stage” is surrounded by a red faux leather booth, in which is seated all manner of seedy and unsavory individuals; ash trays are strewn about the booth and there is no dancer on stage.

      At the other end of the room is a small bar with four stools in front of it bolted to the floor. A few patrons occupy these stools. The room is filled with cigarette smoke and I remember thinking that it was strange that smoking would be allowed in such an establishment, as Massachusetts has banned smoking in bars and restaurants. I am also concerned that my wife will smell the smoke on my clothes and know that I was at a strip club.

      There is nowhere for my friend and I to sit, so we just stand around waiting for something to open up. I tell Mike that this is a weak scene and that we should leave because there are no girls dancing and there is nowhere to sit. As I say the last part, two people who were sitting in the booth at the other end of the room disappear (which triggers no lucidity in me whatsoever) and Mike and I take their seats immediately.

      The only thing I remember next is waking up and performing my RC.
    3. The Cave

      by , 03-17-2011 at 01:36 PM
      The following occurred last night as I was attempting a visual MILD. The fact that the dream world reacted to my commands and thoughts, at least partially, is an encouraging sign for me; it is the first time I have exercised any measure of control in my dreams. Additionally, the fact that my logic center kicked in in this dream to recognize a DS is another encouraging fact. I found the visions that permeated the transition from the dream to the waking world, and then stayed with me in the waking world for a short time, to be disconcerting but not frightening in any way. Maybe a false awakening?

      Wednesday, March 16, 2011

      I enter a cave that is lit by the daylight pouring through the gaping opening. The walls appear reddish, as if maybe made partially of clay. I have entered the cave with a group of children; feels like I am leading a field trip. On the walls of the cave is writing that appears to have been smeared on with some sort of green substance, maybe paint?

      Directly ahead, the path in the cave splits in two; one path, the one to the right, continues on straight ahead and the one to the left continues downward. My “class” stays to the right, on the straight path and I can hear their playful yells back and forth as they all appear to be having a good time. I begin to walk down the downward sloping path to the left. A few feet down the grade I kneel down for some reason, as if to tie my shoe. I suddenly think to myself “thank God for that sunlight. This cave would be pretty damn spooky if it were nighttime outside.” As I think that, the light from the cave’s mouth vanishes and I am cast in darkness and overcome with a feeling of dread.

      I tilt my head up and suddenly realize “I am dreaming. There is no way the light would just vanish at the very thought of it in the middle of the day were I awake.” I stand up and run my hand along the wall to my left (I am facing back the way I came, up the path towards the cave’s mouth). I can feel the moisture of the cave’s wall on my fingertips. I still hear my “class” yelling and playing on the path above me and to me left. I no longer feel any fear whatsoever, though I must admit that the echoing sound of children playing in a damp cave completely bathed in darkness is a bit creepy.

      I say aloud “I have no class and those children do not exist.” The sounds of the children fade away into a background humming that won’t seem to stop. I then state, forcefully “illuminate!” Nothing happens. This time I yell “Light damnit!” The cave is not illuminated, but I can now somehow see only the wall to my left and just make out the green markings.

      The humming noise has grown increasingly louder and I realize that it is coming from the humidifier in my bedroom in the waking world. I am once again bathed in complete blackness and I yell aloud “No! Keep it together! Stay in this dream!” But the world has gone completely black and the sound of the humidifier has grown louder. I no longer feel like I am standing anywhere, let alone a cave. I only see complete blackness. Before my eyes I do see visions of luminescent skeletons dancing about and then strange faces that I cannot identify.

      My eyes shoot open and I am lying in my bed. The visions of the faces and skeletons are still in my line of sight. I shut my eyes quickly, the visions are still there, and re-open them, they are gone. I roll over on my back and perform my RC, confirming that I am now awake.
    4. Just Another Day at the Office

      by , 03-07-2011 at 02:59 PM
      This was an interesting dream on many levels. First, its setting was almost indistinguishable from my real life office, which is a recent first for me in terms of dream architecture. Second, its remarkable likeness to a familiar real life location makes the trigger that I came across painfully easy to spot and I did spot it. What is disheartening is that my unconscious mind accepted the explanation given it by a DC thus preventing a DILD. I would be interested to see how it would have played out had the DC who provided the explanation not been present. Finally, I was attempting a MILD that night and I find it very encouraging that I was able to spot a trigger and almost DILD right off the bat. As I am still a newbie when it comes to LD, and have only ever had one, I believe I am making solid progress.

      Please excuse the many side notes in this entry. I believe they are essential to some of the comments I make in describing the scene. As a further aside, I am amazed at how incredibly helpful keeping this DJ has been in my quest to explore my unconscious mind.

      Friday, March 4, 2011

      I am at my office, which in my dream world looks almost identical to its real world counterpart, save for very slight modifications. For example, I work in an area comprised of four rather larger cubes with high walls on three sides, but in my dream, my work area is comprised of many very small cubes, with small desks and only dividers in-between; in the middle of this large workspace is a series of filing cabinets with a countertop surface on top of them.

      I arrive at my office carrying my hockey bag and two sticks. In the real world, I play on my firm’s ice hockey team, so I would own such a bag and sticks but would never bring them directly to the office with me. I leave the bag and sticks on the shared filing cabinet surface in the middle of my shared workspace. I have a constant fear tugging at me that I am going to forget about the game I have after work and miss it entirely.

      There is a big to-do in the office and everyone is running about, rushing to get things done. I have no idea what this may be, but considering I’m an attorney (both in real life and in my dream, apparently) and I work in a high pressure environment, this is not unusual and does not trigger lucidity. I go to find Brian, a new guy we just hired (in both the dream and real world) to see how he’s handling all of the pressure and to make sure he’s settled in. I am unable to find him at his desk, which is occupied by a number of workers, who appear to be moving men or janitorial staff of some sort. These workers look to be setting up Brian’s new work area, which is surprisingly nice for someone who just started work.

      I leave Brian’s desk area and go to Baj’s office, one of our Senior Managers, to discuss a business matter. I do not recall the content of that conversation, but I seem to remember it being lighthearted. When Baj and I are finished speaking, I return to Brian’s desk and find him there, leaning against it and speaking to a tall man in a white robe. I interrupt the conversation and realize that the tall man is Dave, one of the Senior Managers in our international tax group.

      Dave is dressed, as I mentioned, in a floor-length white robe. Additionally, his hair is an afro, like the style sported by 80’s rapper Kid, from Kid and Play. Around the shaved sides and back of his head were carved various symbols, with what would appear to have been a straight razor, thus these symbols were bleeding. The symbols were of the sort rappers from the 80’s would have carved into their afros (with a buzzer into their hair and not with a straight razor into their scalp), they included a Nike Swoosh and the Chicago Bulls logo, among others that I cannot recall.

      I join the conversation and begin to discuss how Dave was a professor that both Brian and I had in law school (this is true. Brian and I, in the real world, attended the same post-graduate legal program to receive our masters in tax law and Dave was really one of our professors). The conversation ends, Dave says he will talk to us later and kisses Brian on the forehead. He attempts to do the same to me, but I pull away and exclaim: “Whoa, Dave. Whatever you and Brian have going on, I don’t want any part of it.” Dave leaves and I ask Brian why in the hell Dave is dressed in a white robe like some kind of a saint and why a tall white guy has a gigantic afro with symbols painfully carved into his scalp. This is the closest I come to lucidity in this dream sequence. I clearly realized something was off considering how close the rest of the dream mimicked my real-life office. Brian responds by saying that he’s dressed for the Halloween party and I accept this answer without a second thought, putting aside that in the real world our office does not have a Halloween party.

      I leave Brian desk area and remember sprinting down an aisle of cubes to return to my desk. On my way, I pass a different Dave, a partner with whom I play hockey once a week, and he mentions how everyone is gathered by the elevators to head to the hockey game. I run back to my desk and grab my hockey bag and sticks, but every time I try to shoulder the bag by the straps, the straps break and the bag falls to the floor.

      I awaken and perform my RC.

      Addendum: I added the following to my offline DJ on 3/7, following this enty's transcription here, but forgot to post this online. It is a fragment from the same dream that I recalled upon waking deliberations of various specific elements of this dream sequence:

      As I sprinted down the aisle of cubes from Brian's desk to return to my own I noticed several desks to my right arranged in square patterns, with each next to a computer server of some sort. The servers all have flashing red lights and clear glass doors on their fronts; I can make out green circuit boards inside of the doors.

      Sitting at the desk directly next to the aisle and facing me as I run by is a girl that I recognize as working in my office in the waking world, but whose name I do not know. I remember thinking that it was odd that her desk was on on this side of the office now, because she usually sits on the other side of the floor. Additionally, I remember thinking that I have always found this girl extremely attractive and that if this was in fact a lucid dream I would probably sleep with her.

      I then arrive at my desk to get my hockey bag and sticks as I mention above.

      Upon recalling these specific dream events so vividly upon further reflection, I was amazed that such blatant DS's would go unnoticed by my unconscious mind, including the incredible reference to an LD within the dream itself! Clearly, I have work to do in regard to my concentration and mental discipline.

      Updated 03-15-2011 at 09:38 PM by 42954 (Additional elements recalled)

      Categories
      non-lucid , memorable , side notes
    5. Field of Lucid Dreams

      by , 03-02-2011 at 11:05 PM
      The following is my first ever experience with achieving lucidity while dreaming. This occurred only last night and was very brief.

      Tuesday, March 1, 2011

      I awake (within my dream) face down in a green, overgrown field. Upon sitting up I realize that the field contains grass about 6 to 8 inches high in some areas, interspersed with small, purple flowers and is clearly not well-maintained. As I look about, I mutter to myself “I am dreaming” and suddenly realize that I am in fact dreaming and have attained lucidity for the first time ever.

      I distinctly remember lying down in my bed and closing my eyes and waking up in this field. I mutter again “I am dreaming.” I look about me; off in the distance is a small shed of the type one might store gardening tools. The shed appears to have been overcome with the encroaching grass and other flora and is in a sorry state of disrepair.
      In an attempt to objectively test and confirm my hypothesis that I am dreaming, I study my hands (not my normal reality check, which I do not know why I failed to perform). As I focus on my hands, I notice two things: first, my wedding band on my left hand is now on my left index finger instead of my left ring finger; second, as I focus on my hand the entire world around it goes completely out of focus to the extent that my hand appears crystal clear but all around it the green of the grass and the purple of the flowers dissolve into a green and purple jumbled mess of paint-like splatterings.

      Next I check one of the purples flowers closest to me. I bend down with the flower about an inch from the tip of my nose and focus intently on it. Like my hand before it, the flower, and especially its outline, appear crystal clear (I can even make out small yellow clusters within the flower’s petals), so clear as to appear sharp. As before, the green of the grass around the flower blurs out into a mess of green paint splatters.

      I stand up and notice that right next to where I awoke in this field is a litter of machine-like parts, covered in moss and overgrown grass. In an attempt to wield god-like powers about which I have read in connection with lucid states of dreaming, I attempt to move on of the machine pieces with my mind. I focused on the single piece of non-descript machinery and imagine it levitating slightly and moving to my right, but nothing happens. Frustrated, I hold my right hand out at the piece of machinery and concentrate harder, pretending to grasp the part with my outstretched hand. I push my hand to the right in an attempt to move the part, but nothing at all happens.

      I become incredibly frustrated. I can hear a loud rumbling that then begins to sound like harsh breathing, then snoring. I looked about the field and said aloud “Penny is snoring” (Penny is my dog who sleeps next to me on my bed).

      My eyes opened and I was in my bed with my dog lying beside me, snoring, just as I had heard it, what seemed like only a moment before and in another place. I perform my normal reality check and confirm that I am now awake and no longer dreaming.
      Categories
      lucid , memorable
    6. Temple

      by , 03-02-2011 at 10:25 PM
      Saturday, February 26, 2011

      I am within a bathroom that I do not recognize. The door is open and I am shirtless and wearing only a pair of blue denim jeans and no shoes or socks. I know that I am me, because I remember looking down and noticing the tattoo on the left side of my chest. I am standing in the shower, which is one of those pre-fabricated fiberglass showers with a standard curtain rod. It does not appear that the bathroom has a sink or toilet.

      I glance out of the bathroom door, which is right next to the end of the shower area. Through the door is a large open area that looks as if it is right out of some kind of ancient temple. From what I can see, it looks as though the room is enclosed in some kind of stone dome (I can see the beginning of the convex surface from my vantage point), with strange hieroglyphs along the walls; the walls and floor all appear to be made of stone. There is a natural light source somewhere in that domed temple-like room. It appears as though the floor in the temple room abruptly ends before reaching the far wall and thus there appears to be a large precipice in that room.

      In the middle of the stone floor are grooves, like tracks along which some kind of large object(s) might move. These grooves are in the shape of a cross; not a cross as in a crucifix, but more like a plus sign. At the far end of the vertical track and also at the right end of the horizontal track are large stone obelisks, covered in vertically-oriented hieroglyphs. At the top of each is a green gem stone. Each begins to move toward the middle of the cross along its respective track. I have the distinct feeling that something about the obelisks is alive.

      I am terrified. As the obelisks begin to move, the one of the horizontal track emits a green beam from its gem stone that shoot through the bathroom door; it appears to be scanning the room for something (me?). I have the distinct feeling that something is looking for me and means to do me harm. I press my back to the wall of the shower, narrowly missing the green beam that is “scanning” the room.
      I am suddenly aware of someone in the bathroom with me. The presence somehow “feels” male and then I realize that there is definitely a man in the room with me. I sense that he means me no harm, and wishes to help me. I cannot make out any of the man’s features, but he is definitely in the room with me. He props open a door at the other end of the bathroom and says something which I either cannot remember or could not make out at the time and motions for me to go through the open doorway. He is holding the door open, for it appears that it would close on its own were he not doing so.

      I leap from the tub and run towards the door. As I do so, the green beam from the gem in the statue in the other room catches me and runs across my chest. I feel nothing and the beam disappears. The man is urging me to hurry, though I cannot recall if it was through gestures or verbal cues. I make it through the doorway and the man follows, the door swinging closed on its own behind us. As I arrive on the other side of the doorway, I realize that the door on this side is massive, at least 50 to 75 feet tall, made of wood and appearing to be the kind of normal interior door one would find in a residential home. I feel like a small mouse inside of a human home.

      I appear to be standing in a massive hallway, at least 100 feet high and maybe 30 feet across. The walls are white and painted, with dark wood molding along the floor; the trim itself is as tall as I am. The floor of the hallway is hardwood, the same color as the molding along the walls. I realize that I am a miniature person inside of a residential home, or conversely, a normal-sized person inside of a massive residential home.

      The man urges me to run and we both do so down the hallway, which appears to have no end. I have the distinct feeling that something is chasing us.

      I awake and perform my reality check, confirming that I am no longer dreaming.
    7. Exploration before the end

      by , 03-02-2011 at 09:37 PM
      This is my first ever posting here, so please be gentle. By way of background, I have also been fascinated with the concept of lucid dreaming for some time and have attempted (admittedly not wholeheatedly in the past) at achieving this state. Recently, I have approached the subject with renewed vigor and attained lucidity, only briefly, for the first time the other night.

      These posts are directly from my personal, offline DJ.

      Friday, February 25, 2011

      I am on a ship in the middle of the sea sailing towards a galley that has been wrecked against an outcropping of rocks; I am accompanied by a party of individuals, who appear to be explorers of some kind, but I do not see them.

      Suddenly, I am within the hold of the galley, half filled with flowing seawater. The seawater is flowing at great speeds through a hole in the ship’s hull in a downward motion toward unknown depths. For the first time I see one of my party, a man of about my age (30) wearing nothing but a loin cloth and having a dark brown beard and hair. He approaches the breached hull and proclaims that he is going to let the water sweep him down to the unknown depths. As he is swept away, I follow.

      I am now within a long, narrow, high stone chamber with slightly orangish walls and a dirt floor. I am aware that the rest of my party are with me, but again I see none of them. I am carrying a torch, which is providing the only light to the space as I walk forward. I have the distinct feeling that I am deep underground. At the far end of the chamber is a large floor tile, devoid of dirt, marked with a large black “X.” I mutter “X marks the spot” and glance up to see a balcony high above on the wall in front of me, with a doorway leading into blackness. I have the feeling that there is something there, just on the other side, but I see nothing. On the other side of the floor tile with the “X” and against the end wall of the chamber (on which the balcony is located above) there is a porcelain toilet; nothing special about it, just a plain porcelain toilet like anyone would have in their bathroom and in perfectly pristine condition.

      A female member of my party approaches the toilet, stopping on the “X” tile. It is the first time I have seen her, but I only see her back. She is wearing khaki shorts and a pinkish t shirt. She bends forward and pushes the toilet’s plunger while still standing atop the “X” tile. From the ceiling descends a long, clear plastic tube which attaches itself to her head as she stands upright and suctions her up towards the ceiling and away. The tube is only about 8 inches in diameter and its origin is not clear.

      I next approach the toilet and while standing on the “X” tile, bend forward and press the plunger. The tube once again descends from above, but I do not stand upright in time and its opening sticks to the back of my neck and upper back and begins to suction. I pull away from the tube, wincing in pain and touching the spot where the tube stuck; I am bleeding. I stand upright and the tube attaches to my head. I am swept up and away through the glass tube with the feeling of great speed and a sensation that I am surrounded by water, but I can breath.

      I next find myself inside a shitty shopping mall that looks to be something right out of the 1980’s, however it appears that I am floating and that in fact I am floating in water; the entire mall is filled with water from floor to ceiling. The mall is reminiscent of the old Watertown mall from my youth. Floating up to me is a girl that I know but I cannot recall exactly who she is; I am also unsure of whether she is familiar to me only in this dream world, or in both the dream and real worlds. She may have been the same one who was sucked up the tube prior to me, but I cannot be sure as I never saw that girl’s face. She appears to be a mermaid, with a yellow fish tail, other than that and her apparent familiarity to me, I remember nothing of her specific features.

      I swim through the mall’s department store, for some reason I know it is the now-defunct Bradley’s department store from my youth which occupied the old Watertown mall. There is a woman at the checkout counter in Bradley’s that greets me as I swim through. As I pass the checkout stand I am suddenly standing again and no longer underwater. I glance back and notice that on the other side of the checkout stand, the air appears to be wavy as if it is an area underwater.

      I walk out of the store’s front door and into the parking lot. The exterior of the building is not as I remember it in my youth. The parking lot is not expansive, but relatively narrow and long. Across from the store is a grass embankment over which I cannot see. The sky is orange with sparse dark storm clouds. I approach what I believe is my car, parked in the lot. Around it stand my party from the ship exploration, but I cannot make out or remember any of their features, not even the man in the loin cloth or the girl in the shorts. I hear them talking, but do not remember what they are saying.
      I hear a roar like a plane engine from above and look up. Flying overhead is some kind of object, which in my dream I know to be a type of military aircraft. It is teardrop in share, with white flashing warning strobes. I follow its path through the sky and remark that it is “one of those…” I cannot remember the designation I use for the aircraft, but apparently I am well versed in such things in the dream world.

      Off in the distance, in the direction the military aircraft was heading, three massive black triangle shapes emerge in formation from behind the black storm clouds and into the orange sky. I am utterly terrified. I know these not to be military aircraft. I suddenly realize that the orange sky is the result of fires burning everywhere and that our world and lives are over.

      I awake in my bed, perform my reality check and confirm that I am in fact awake and no longer dreaming.

      Updated 03-02-2011 at 10:28 PM by 42954 (title change)

      Categories
      non-lucid , memorable