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    1. Lucid Fragments and The Answer

      by , 12-21-2020 at 01:25 AM (Oneironautic Escapades)
      12/20/20

      Lucid fragments

      I am laying in bed and G pops her head around the corner and asks me if we have a t-shirt with the word NASA on it. Cause someone is here who wants it back. I know immediately this is a dream and tell her no one is here because I am dreaming. I nosepinch and affirm it.

      Several times I start to wake up and partially open my eyes to see my bedroom and re-enter the dream with a nosepinch.

      One of the times I pop back into a bedroom which is larger than my own and I gather I am in a large house. There is a girl in the room who looks like Amanda Seyfried who is fawning for me. I understand I am not supposed to be there and her father is in the house looking for me. So I wander through some rooms and find myself in a large walk-in closet, the dream starts to collapse several times so I rub my hands together to bring it back. I am in the closet so I reach out to feel the clothes hanging up to get a tactile sensation making the dream more anchored. I notice there is a makeup vanity set up in the corner of the dark walk in closet. She slips in the closet and kisses me a few times as her father draws nearer, she then walks out to distract him while I hide in the large dark closet.

      Starting to wake up again I nosepinch and re-enter another dream. I am in my bedroom again and there are 2 random people in the room. I know this isn't real because I'm quarantined and don't have company. They disappear and I sit up to start talking to the dream. I say 'I am aware I am dreaming', I nosepinch again and the dream gets clearer. Everything is very bright crisp and the layout to my room is slightly different than IWL. I say out loud 'I know I am dreaming right now, I am listening, show me what I need to see' I look around and partially notice a couple attachable lamps/mini electric devices hanging from my bed frame. I say again, 'I am listening, show me' and suddenly the two devices light up with life and begin buzzing around my head like small single propeller drones. One of them hovers inches from my face looking directly at me. I am cautious in the first instant but immediately calm myself acknowledging this is the dream communicating with me.

      It is a white plastic device which has a rounded cone end like the tip of a rocket and buzzing propeller blades which keep it aloft. I calmly watch it for a few seconds while the second one buzzes around to the right of me. I say 'Hello, show me what I need to know' it hovers bouncing inches from my face for almost 30 seconds with no indication of changing. I repeat again, 'I am watching, show me' I feel the dream start to collapse but maintain the awareness by feeling the sheets in my hands without changing my vision. It flies over to the second one on the right of me. I look down my bed and see the two of them circling each other like small bats in flight. They are pointing towards my stack of books at the foot of my bed, flying towards them then away in a "Look here" type manner. The dream fades and I awake in my dark bedroom.

      Note: there are ~50 books stacked against my bookcase at the foot of my bed from a library sale last year, perhaps my answer is in here?

      Updated 12-21-2020 at 03:31 AM by 51110

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    2. Finally Lucidity! Fragments, Re-stabilizing, and Lucille Ball

      by , 12-08-2020 at 03:53 AM (Oneironautic Escapades)
      12/7/20

      Kostas the Grecian baker is showing off a pumpkin plant growing on the wall of his bakery, talking about keeping the roots on the wall because it is so beautiful. I think he wants to harvest the blossoms to cook. I agree whole heartily and take some video for him.

      I am walking down a hallway in a school going to class, all other classes have already begun. No one minds that I am late to the room.
      I sit down at an open desk with my backpack. Everyone is already going over a test or homework.
      When I sit down the desk is small and I fall backwards with the desk attached to me doing a roll, everyone kind of laughs but nothing is too disrupted.
      I realize I am 32 and have been out of school for quite a while. I shout 'hey everyone! This is a dream!'
      They cheer and start to get up, the teacher looks defeated. I say out loud that this should be obvious because I am older and have been out of highschool for over a decade, so this is definitely a dream.
      I tell the whole class to pinch their nose and breathe to prove they are dreaming. Some are confused, some do it. I do it together with them and prove that I am on fact dreaming. It's a great feeling.
      I leave the classroom, there is a group of students standing in the doorway blocking my way. I ask them if this is a door, because it definitely looks like a door. And one by one they move out of my way begrudgingly. The dream destabilizes multiple times in the hallway so I drop to the floor and feel the cool tile with my hands to re-stabilize the dream the hallway comes back into clarity and I begin walking again.
      This happens several times in the dream I always drop down and feel the ground or rub my hands as I feel the dream start to collapse and with some focus it rematerializes around me.
      While outside I fly around with ease, not as much effort as I remember it taking. I have a sort of iron man pose.
      The school is now a 1800's military academy and I see rows of students/soldiers carrying bayonets.
      They are scared of me, one of them throws their bayonet and almost hits me as I fly over. I fly higher into the air and over the pond. It's an old campus with a large pond in the middle and many older trees like southern live oaks.
      The dream starts to crash again so I land and feel the grass through my fingers,I pay attention to the sounds of the water and the street nearby. The scene comes back but the soldiers are gone. There are creatures now moving faster than vision almost.
      I reach out my hands and control one that has gone by me and is almost on the other side of the water.
      I intend to control its movement and wind it back like a toy. I see it's movement slow. It is like an animated toyish looking trex that belongs on a playground spring but it is moving around very fast, it moves backwards and forwards and I am content with my control so I let it go.

      I tell someone close to me that I am dreaming and they tell me to come with them, we all get in a car and they tell me I have to meet Theodore Roosevelt, they tell me that I'm gonna love Teddy.
      He is showing me his collection of cars, one of them looks like a pre-model T but it's combined with a wooden boat. Without saying anything I help him take it down off a rack and fold the wheels down to drive. I complement the antiquity of the collection and tell him the oldest one is my favorite, Teddy is much more informal than I am expecting as he is wearing swim shorts and a safari hard hat. His mustache is large and pointy.
      We go into an army bunker with other officers and the dream starts to collapse again. I drop down and feel the cool floor, then the windowsill and start to take in all the details and senses. The dream comes back but the men are gone. There is a redhead now who looks similar to Lucile ball. She is sitting on the edge of a desk in an all khaki military dress.
      She is pleased to meet me, I ask if it's really her and she nods. I am so pleased to see her again. I wrap my arms around her lower half and just embrace her. I tell someone else in the room that this is the Prime Matriarch. She is my guide, I have been looking for her for literally months. It is an immense relief to be finally close to her so I just breathe it in for a few minutes.
      There are several props and maps around the room she begins trying to show me things while explaining, I don't grasp the meaning of anything she says but the warmth of her presence is comforting.
      The dream destabilizes again and I rub my hands together quickly and feel the walls of the barracks.
      I hear talking and can feel sensations of the walls but my vision hasn't returned yet. I imagine where I just was and intend to step back into the barracks.

      I am now with a couple old friends in their apartment. They show me a collectable figurine they have from one of the Batman cartoons. He undoes the box in a meticulous way to show me the figure inside and puts it all back before going into the other room.
      The box falls forward and I grab it to put back on the shelf. Everything has become shifted in the box and I attempt to put it right. But nothing fits the way it was. I try to fold the box back up the correct way and am unsuccessful, I know they will be displeased that I messed up their collectable. They are leaving to go get ice cream across the street I tell them to wait for me while I struggle with the box
      I finally give up and admit defeat, I have the thought that they will think I was trying to play with the toy rather than admire the collectable. They go ahead of me to the ice cream place anyway.

      I am now in a 50's style diner, it's packed with classmates and people I used to know, they are all at different tables having their own conversations. I gather that I am still dreaming but don't intend to change anything.
      I see the girl with blue hair and I tug on it as I walk by her but don't say anything. She follows me around so I talk to her in passing, then a girl I used to date runs up to me like an excited puppy and tries to derail my attention. It works and I give her the drink I have in my hand. The dream starts to crash so I drop to the floor again to re-stabilize.

      The diner disappears, I am now in a highrise corner new york flat with large windows looking out to the night time city and only one other guy in it. He looks identical to Mark Sheppard. I tell him that I am dreaming and he agrees with me, I go through several periods of almost waking up but always come back into this room. Maybe 4 or 5 times. He is impressed but attempts to get my name. When he speaks details it is gibberish and the same with me, so he tries to write it down. They look like wingdings combined with korean characters. I describe very clearly what I see.
      He tells me he wrote his name. But I cannot read it. He is very amused that we can have normal conversation but certain details seem to be 'edited' in real time from us. He tells me to find him when I wake up.
      I write my name down in permanent marker but he tells me it just looks like random gibberish to him. We are both amused that we can't seem to share each other's name. I do manage to piece it together one of the times I phase back into his apartment after partially destabilizing. He says his name is Marc Bilit. I need to find him when I wake up. He is also surprised when I come back into the room. Apparently when I destabilize I just disappear from right in front of him, and when I come back I just pop back into existence. He is very tickled by this occurrence. Marc Bilit. Remember Marc Bilit it's very important that I find him when I wake up. We are working to understand cross communication between dreams.
    3. Revolution and Aurora's Concert

      by , 12-06-2020 at 05:02 AM (Oneironautic Escapades)
      12/5/20

      Some large slave revolt where we all kill our masters/bourgeoisie.
      There is a large sword battle at some plantation just after arriving with a large group of tradesmen. It is spanning the outside and indoor docking area. At a certain point I am struggling against an older bald man while holding the bendy blade of a long thin rapier which bends like a fencing sword. Everyone was dressed like revolutionary times though it feels kind of piratey.
      There is a family left after everything dies down who are kind of deranged, the father looks like Andy Garcia.
      They are making jokes at the end about having an affinity for toes and fingers. The father is almost yelling at the family, but still going along with it in a joking manner.
      There is the main master dead or dying pinned to the wall, they exact their revenge in grotesque fashion.
      Talking to the daughter about how she likes her french toast afterwards. She mentions wanting to be charged for peanut butter on it but she wants to cook it for herself when the time comes and to let her know.
      It feels like I'm at a waffle house now.

      I have walked into a neighbor's house down the street for help handling a bunch of things. Including a giant raw turkey on a cutting board. They are mourning the loss of the head of the household who is Dimebag Darrel. The wife is very friendly and she helps me get all of my possessions under control. I leave the turkey outside for a duration of time and when I come back it is missing and someone is complaining that it was just sitting out in the open so they got rid of it. But someone else had donated an even larger turkey so that was very kind. I befriend the daughter in the process who ends up being Aurora. She asks Ben and I to help her perform in front of their church later on. While preparing for the event we realize we don't have any music or lyrics to prepare with. At a certain point I become lucid and tell everyone around me. 'Its ok! I am lucid dreaming right now! It will be fine, we don't need to prepare, I am lucid dreaming it will work out fine when the time comes!' I continue the dream plot to the concert and gather we are doing a sort of 'battle of the bands' style competition. The other duo are doing Christian mumble rap and we are doing a techno-country style. At some point we are dressed up in costumes and have glam makeup on. I have on thick winged eyeliner and a black bob wig. I don't think we ever performed with Aurora but she hung out with us afterwards. She was relieved we did well and she asked me to give her a massage. She sat in a low to the ground gaming L chair. I reached over the shoulders and massaged her shoulders/back for a while. She really enjoyed it but then got self conscious about enjoying it so much. I gather that Ben has left me with all of these people who are kind of like Aurora's posse. No one drives and I am across town not close to my house. I see a Meijer in the distance but it is not the one closest to my house. I decide to start walking back. There are groups of trannies all hanging around outside a dimly lit bowling alley. I gather people think I am a girl.
    4. The Other Me, and the Elemental Queen

      by , 08-17-2012 at 12:18 AM (Oneironautic Escapades)
      It all began while I was in the living room of my parents home. Things looked fairly familiar and normal, only their behaviour was off. They told me that I needed to sit down because they had something important to tell me. I was more wrapped up in figuring out why things seemed odd in the upstairs, there was a blanket hanging on the wall that was never there before, and our kitchen appliances were mixed around, though they were the same models. My parents kept telling me they had to tell me something important, but I went outside on the back porch. I noticed our small pond (that is usually there) had been expanded to the whole width of the backyard, it looked fresh and I noticed one of our neighbors who does our landscaping exiting the backyard through the fence carrying a shovel. I realized that though my backyard was the same, the differences were outstanding. Coupled with the living room observations and the kitchen, it occurred to me I must have slipped into a parallel dimension. Logically it made sense, everything being similar but slightly skewed fits right into my personal beliefs of parallel dimensions. I was back in my living room, my parents told me to sit down, I sat and told them I already figured it out, they told me I wasn't supposed to be there. I asked them if this was a different dimension and they both nodded. It occurred to me that if they were here, then 'I' must be here as well.
      I suddenly started hearing loud metal music coming from the basement, I ventured down the stairs with wonder if I would see myself. As I turned the corner I saw 3 guys, one with his back to me who was built curling a barbell, one spotting him, and another sitting on a weight bench just talking to the other two. The spotter saw me first, throwing him off his spot as the lifter slipped one hand and the barbell clanked down by my feet. He turned around and I saw him. Me. I saw me, looking him straight in the eyes, he looked exactly like me, with 30 more pounds of muscle. I was stunned. His friends were somewhat speechless as well. We spoke, but I lost the words, I must have told him I was from somewhere else far away yet very close to here. I began to speak of dimensions and I could tell it was over his head, he didn't have thought for metaphysics or theology, 'Great' I thought 'My other self is a meathead'
      As I went back outside I was greeted by a woman with short spiky hair with several facial piercings. She was familiar and I knew immediately she knew who I was and where I was from, she told me to come with her. I sat in the backseat of some vehicle while I watched my other self walking to another vehicle 50 feet in front of us or so. I commented to the person I was sitting next that this was too real, looking at my hands and all the details of the inner car I thought to myself it was too real to be a dream. I told the one next to me that I lucid dream all the time, and that if this was a lucid dream I would be able to control things. So I looked away from my other self who was wearing a blue shirt and I spoke, he is wearing a PURPLE shirt. When I looked back his shirt was purple. Oh, well that settles it I guess I am dreaming, yet I continued down the dreamplot to see where my venture would take me. It was explained to me that this realm was governed differently than my own. What we consider to be mythic lore and magic are their science and sentient species.
      Several jumps and skips, I am shown a catacomb-like city with odd transports which float on air. And many different beings. The evil queen discovers that I am in their realm and must be hunted down. She sends elementals after me/us. My spiky-haired guide has been with me all along though most details escape me. I do remember a being made of brick, only able to travel through the brick walls which are rooted all through the city. His form only manifests where he chooses to step out of the brick, but his travel is still heard through the walls. One of the elementals is on our side as he tells me of their powers and limitations. My last memory from the dream is of the queen who looks surprisingly like Maleficent mixed with an elf. I am awaken by my phone ringing.
    5. Carnival Islands, dino-babies, and a church prom

      by , 08-03-2012 at 11:12 PM (Oneironautic Escapades)
      So last night was my first night on brain sups.
      Picked up some Melatonin, Choline, and B6, took one of each about 30 min before bed.
      Initial core sleep 11-7 was latent with fragments, no recollections though
      Laid awake for almost an hour attempting a WILD or some visualizations to no avail. Turned off my sleep tracker on my phone and checked my messages, after I felt tired so I rolled over and fell back.. into the fun.

      Standing in some large grassy meadow I realized I was no longer in my room and must be dreaming, looked at my hands to stabilize and decided to take to the air.
      Feeling the wind rush past me was an exhilarating feeling as I gained altitude. Thinking there must be some kind of civilization around I found a small village which looked french from 200 years ago or so. I circled the town but then decided I would stay airborne and continue to explore the island I was on, as I climbed I played with willing my speed faster and slower. As I am fairly new to sustained flight I figured I needed the practice. Some lucidity was lost as I sped up because I was looking down and my mind couldn't keep with the details of the passing ground. I remembered this happening in a previous dream so to establish more control I focused on the distance. It was then I saw several other islands connected to the one I was flying around. Their design was somewhat colonial mixed with the bright colors of a carnival, there were 3 other islands tied together in kind of a line, each with varying size and infrastructure design. They were far in the distance and I remember thinking how amazingly detailed everything was, pondering how wonderful my mind was that I could dream such magnificent things. In trying to decide if I wanted to visit the other islands I got caught up in the details of the ground again, I lost lucidity and the dream faded as I fell.

      Not certain I fully woke up, as most of these were Deilds. I relaxed back into a dream and I was suddenly surrounded by african americans. We were at a wedding. There was much joy for the celebration but it seemed it was located at a fair ground of sorts. Dusty ground and the smell of fried food in the air. I was wondering through the crowd when I noticed a friend of mines brother in a doorway to a small shack, he signaled me over. As I approached the door he took a drag of his smoke and stepped inside, it was a dark room with somewhat cramped furnishings. He kept telling me how awesome his flat screen was, when I looked at the wall it was on it was a tube, with a flat screen, probably 12 inches diagonal. I smiled and decided to go back out to the gathering, there was a woman on the PA system making some announcement. Every time she finished talking I would shout 'Dino-Babies!' into the crowd from behind something. The dream faded and I transitioned.

      Now in a large house there were exotic women all around. I was lucid for most of this one as I phased through many walls and windows. The details escape me as most of it was me running from woman to woman and making out with them. Some smiled, others were taken aback by my sudden inappropriate action. Settling more into the idea that I was dreaming and most of the DC here were for my amusement , I continually rubbed my hands together to stabilize the dream if my excitement started to get the better of me. It almost seemed as if there was a meeting going on, yet I was too overwhelmed by the estrogen in the air to come to full awareness. Towards the end I had a petite woman sitting on my lap who was straddling me, caressing her arse I decided to slip a finger into the warm spot. She was soft and slightly humid, could not believe how tight she was just on my finger. The excitement lost me my lucidity and my alarm rang just as I was beginning to get mr. member's tip in.

      Suddenly I am standing in a large group of people, we're all wearing tux's and gowns as it seems to be a prom of some kind. Recognizing most of the people from the church I used to go to as well as my old private school. Realizing I was dreaming I decided to seek out an old childhood crush, everytime I think I see her in a group of friends I turn her around and its someone else. We're in a large cabin type center that has wooden support beams and a soft mahogany furniture everywhere. Wondering to the back of the hall I see an old friend who is wheel-chair bound hiding in the corner with her face turned. I approach her and her turns to me, she's been crying.
      'Emily?! What's wrong? Why are you crying?'
      'They are making fun of me because I keep beating them in cards'
      'How can they do that? Its just a game..'
      'I know, but they say i'm not normal'
      'No one is normal Em, what did they say?'
      'Because I've spent my whole life in this chair I have developed a sort of ESP, all games are very easy for me, especially cards, they fear what they don't understand'
      'That's amazing! How could anyone get mad at that!'
      'I just want to be like everyone else'
      'No, don't say that, you're special. You're like this for a reason, you should support your abilities and stand proud. You have purpose in this life, I don't doubt'
      'I guess, thank you so much Noah' she smiled
      I smiled back 'Here, come back with me'
      She nodded and took my hand as we rejoined everyone else
      It was obvious everyone was now looking at me with her as we approached a group of old friends, getting sideways glances and whispers. I found the friend I was looking for before and she gave me odd looks now that I was with Em. We were all sitting at a table when I noticed a guy at the table behind us speaking loud enough for us to hear
      'Its just not right! People like that shouldn't be allowed to live..'
      I turned back to him, death glared, and began a very poignant monologue on the validity of all humans. Details escaping I remembered the very last line
      'People are people no matter who they are.'
    6. Holy Mother of Lucidity!

      by , 07-04-2012 at 12:47 AM (Oneironautic Escapades)
      Thankfully!
      Finally had a wonderful string of lucids last night/ this morning! SO AMAZING
      it has been well over a month since any clear lucidity was had. And finally 3-4 times just in one night I was able to become lucid in dreamscape! Whew what a rush, I don't even know where to begin. Most certainly these arose from increased reality checks, my plan to teach as many people as possible to reality check while awake. Though in my dream I never did my rehearsed check. It was always realized by either lack of gravity or something being out of place that cued my awareness.
      Every time I realized I was in a dream I was focused on jumping great distances, running as fast as I could and jumping miles at a time. I was so exhilarated the majority of the dreams I was just laughing hysterically. Of course I wasn't content with just the speed and agility, I am bound by no physical perimeters! I am going to fly! So I took to the sky, traveling fast and slow I traversed from city to city, eventually crossing the globe. The feeling was so exquisite! Several times during the dream I thought to myself, "This is why dreaming rocks, need more!"
      Completely amazed at the ongoing experience the excitement dulled my lucidity in place of dreamplot. Several times I would "Snap back" into the reality that I was dreaming and continue exploring. I feel as though I spent a prolonged time in the dream realm, noting that I had been dreaming for a while whilst in one of the last dreams. My recall has been below par recently so the details escape me. But the experience far rejuvenates my desire to rejoin the non-physical.
      Here's to many more, clearer, longer, and more insightful adventures
    7. Grand Mansion

      by , 02-11-2012 at 02:13 AM (Oneironautic Escapades)
      One of the most vivid beginnings
      WILD combo'd SUNEYE method
      Walked directly into dream of complete crispness and reality
      An outdoor oasis connected to a grand building
      A hall of greats, or more like a commonground of all men of old
      I felt humbled by a shared presence of beings
      My guide ushered me in, helping me into this new plane
      When confronted about his true identity as a character in my dream
      He responded "I am the guy who invented gravity"
      His appearance shifted with his will to express himself
      He was a young Hispanic looking male, then an older sage looking professor
      Sir Isaac Newton was my dream guide, and I was on cloud nine
      The majority of the experience I felt aware that I was inside a dreamstate, though it began as a crisp solitary landscape I believe I succumbed to the plot of conscious desires
      I 'fell' from the crispness of higher plane existance and began an inter-weaved trajectory of fragmented situations and impression based conversations
      My hands were my ground. Anytime the dream began to collapse, due either to longwinded interactions with dream characters or a hazy intention, I looked at my hands to realize the silhouette between flesh and flood was a mass of squiggles. Reminding me of the current dream and situation I demanded clarity and moved forward with what was taking place.
      I was in a great hall, once led by Newton he had departed from me once I began to entertain the frivolous dreamplots. There were many familiar yet distant faces and impressions. I conversed with DC to see what my SC wanted to inform me of. We spoke of mastering flying and how true intention only comes to fruition if absolute belief is had.
      I was jumping while explaining my difficulties with sustained flight.
      With increased altitude I attempted to fly to a nearby floating oasis in the sky, only to free-fall halfway there.
      Dissapointed byt not frightened while watching the platforms I was once on fade above me, I manifested a new scenario and instantly appeared in a room with all wood furnishings and a classic Victorian fireplace.
      She was pointing a gun at me-- shaped like a shotgun only somehow steampunked with a technospin-- at me.
      She told me I wasn't supposed to be there.
      Whomever was responsible for my presence would be punished, for I was not ready to experience what I had been presented with.
      Delving back into dream plots and ill faded fictitious meanderings, I practiced levetation, increased vision, manifesting specific people, and conversations with DC
      Lucidity was about 75%
      Reemerging back into the dreamscape from waking 3-4 times.
      But the time came to a close when all I could dream was on a projector screen in my head frozen mid-action.
      Finally releasing the state I rejoined this reality and awoke.
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