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    1. Brain fog during dream recall... And "how I talked myself out of lucidity!"

      by , 04-06-2018 at 03:51 PM
      Well, I had some really vivid and eventful dreams last night. But I woke up with such brain fog that it was difficult to recall them well. I did the best I could though. I had difficulty sleeping the last few nights, which might have made me extra tired. My sleep quality really has to be very good for me to get ideal dream recall. So when my sleep suffers so does my dreaming practice. However, sometimes my sleep quality is just beyond my control.

      My first dreams had a scene with aliens coming. I tried to hide in a tent, thinking they wouldn’t get me in there. <<personal info>>I have more from these on my voice recorder.

      The next set of dreams was cool. When I tried to recall it though, my brain was total mush. I remember my Dad talking with a police officer. The police man said that I had got in 6 accidents that year, indicating various places on the floor of my car. I was like, oh, man, 6 accidents? That was a lot. (Not a waking life circumstance.)

      Then I remember being in this room with all these red people. Their appearances kind of morphed as time went on. Everyone was eating tons of meat. I started to talk about how it hurts animals, and someone told me not to talk about that here. The big boss of the red guys turned to me. He had big pokey bull horns and his skin glowed orange and red. He was eating lots of meat. I think this might be the part of my consciousness where I have demonized, to some extent, the consumption of animal products, and buried any desires to consume animal products. But yesterday when I researched choline, I kind of wished I could eat egg yolks, red meat, and dairy, so that probably came up in my dream. Wow, that was a good interpretation.

      Then there was this part where I was climbing up a ladder. <<personal info>>was talking to me about how I don’t drink alcohol. I was like, I don’t smoke, either. But he was like, just because you smoke, doesn’t mean you’re okay. I continued climbing the ladder. Other people were climbing up the wall alongside the ladder. The guy to my right couldn’t get himself up from the wall to the floor at the top. It was easy for me with the ladder, since I had good footing, but he didn’t. I pulled myself up using something on the floor and said I would help pull him up, too. I could really feel how he was stuck there, couldn’t get all the way up the wall, but couldn’t really climb back down, either. I wonder what that means.

      Okay so then, I got up there, and helped him, I think. And there were all these mattresses. I had one on the far right. But another person kind of took it from me and tried sleeping in it. I couldn’t see why I was any more entitled to a mattress than them, so I was like, fine. But eventually I was like, hey, that mattress was supposed to be mine. And they agreed.

      <<personal info>> yelled something out loud to warn the “weed smokers”, one of whom was <<personal info>>The red demon boss guys didn’t want anyone smoking weed I guess. <<personal info>>voice was really loud. Much louder than anyone elses could go.

      I remember a part in there of being on this boat. I was calculating some numbers in my head, for how long something should take. Then I thought I shouldn’t have done that, because now it would feel like forever. But if I hadn’t known how much time was remaining, I would make it through a little easier.

      Someone was working on a jacuzzi thing, and I threw something metal into it. They were mad because it could have exploded or messed everything up. I was like, sorry. Someone threw something metal down the ladder before that could have hurt someone, too.

      Then I was back in that setting from before with the mattresses, only on the lower floor again. People were at tables. I found that I could fly by sort of wiggling in the air. But I didn’t know it was a dream. I figured flying had just become possible. It wasn’t too extreme, either, in terms of speed or distance. It was just a very simple wiggle in mid air that would get me another foot of movement in any direction. There was no anxiety involved in the flying. Actually, this may have been a fulfillment of my request for a flying school in my dream. If I can remember this flying technique when I get lucid, it might be something I could practice consciously.

      So I flew around some tables and talked to some people. Then there was a part where I was telling my sister I had a Dream Induced Lucid Dream. When I woke up, though, I couldn’t recall having had a Dream Induced Lucid Dream. Maybe I just thought I did, within the dream. <<personal info>>

      Then I was going around near where a class was beginning. Some teachers asked me to get the pail from the other room. I had been telling lots of people about the dream I just had, not knowing it was still a dream! I felt like as I told more people about my dream, more details of it even came to mind, which was nice. It surprised me that people were willing to listen to my dream stories. Maybe this was my dream telling me a way to boost my dream recall. But I can’t think of any people in my nearby area that would listen to me talk about my dreams. I have wanted to start a local lucid dreaming club at the local library though.

      So then, I went to the room where they told me to get the pail. But instead I just leaned on one of the desks to write my dream. It felt really hard to wrap my head around the dream, probably because I was still using my “dream brain”. I was also scared that I’d get in trouble for doing my own thing, and not promptly returning to the class. For a lot of this dream, it felt like I was being watched. Like that red demon boss guy was running a tight ship and we all had to do what he said, or we’d get in trouble. So in a lot of these scenes I felt fear of disobeying.

      Then, there were these people that came through and put up camping signs. The corridor became the walking path near the stream at <<personal info>> where I walked the previous day. They were a group of non dualists. Their non dualism was symbolized in a wooden plank they put leading from the dirt path, to the stream. Before, the stream came up to this dirt wall that dropped steeply off a few feet down to the stream. So it was like a cut off, either you fall a few feet off the path into the stream, or you are dry and on the dirt path. But the non dualists put a little ramp that led into the stream, I guess signifying that it wasn’t all black and white. It seemed so significant and wise. It also seemed dangerous to me at the same time. As if they didn’t judge it as wrong for someone to fall into the stream. Or if their ramp caused someone to slip. It also made me realize that there is no railing protecting people from falling in the stream there, and someone could get hurt. The image sticks out very clear in my mind. I guess in my waking life, it could relate to looking at the gray area of things, instead of all black and white. Instead of being all the way in the stream (all bad) , or all the way on land (all good), I could be somewhere on the ramp.

      So then I woke up and recorded those. I felt like there was a whole nother round of dreams in there that I missed, but, my brain was too foggy. I wonder if choline will help “fix” this brain fog problem I get some nights. But maybe it is more of a belief system thing.

      The next dreams I remembered started at <<personal info>>field. I saw that there were still plastic eggs all over the place from the Easter Egg hunt. There was one that looked like it had 3 segments, instead of two. And some smaller ones. I shook them and it seemed to have stuff in it. Candy, I guessed.

      I worried that the grounds keepers would mow the lawns and break up all those plastic eggs into a million pieces. So I got my grabber to clean them up. This actually makes a lot of sense and I might go to the Arboretum soon to check into that.

      While I was out on the field, I saw the grounds keeping guys out on the vehicles. It seemed like they were just about to mow. Then, <<personal info>>and some other people came over to where I was. <<personal info>>We walked somewhere, over some wooden walk ways, and to a steep grassy hill. It had been day time before, but now it was darker out. We were at a brick dorm building. There were some flashing green lights in there, like the people were partying. <<personal info>>also made appearances. They said that I shouldn’t go any closer because the flashing green lights indicated that the people in there were using P C P. I slid down the hill anyway and we all went inside.

      It was a party being held by a small hockey team. Not the school’s main hockey team but more of an intramural team. I wasn’t allowed in but I don’t remember why. Maybe because I wouldn’t drink alcohol or because I wasn’t on the hockey team. I was talking to <<personal info>>outside, and on the phone, helping them talk to one of their friends. I tried to suggest that some people come back to the field with me, because it is sunny, and it will be much nicer. But they said they didn’t want to, because they can’t drink on the field. I was like, you don’t need to drink! Being at the Arboretum will feel better than drinking. I mentioned how I hadn’t drink alcohol in 5 years. Then, I felt bad, because I exaggerated. Really, its more like 4 years and 2 months. <<personal info>>It seemed I would be going back to the Arboretum alone. What does it mean? Maybe that my choice to live a healthier or “more conscious” life style has made me kind of isolated from a lot of people my age. I guess I felt left out. That was the feeling. A feeling of feeling left out. Or I felt like I had a lot to offer, but the people who I was trying to share with, weren’t interested. <<personal info>>might also have been there. I remember some people going up stairs to the party.

      At the front of the house, some girls gave me a packet with a green cover. It was about joining the hockey team or contributing. One of the guy’s names was “Eguardo” or “Eduardo” but he looked like someone from High School whose name I forgot. It also showed the team’s cheer leaders on the pages. <<personal info>>Then I was at a desk, deciding whether to throw out the pamphlet, or just store it somewhere. The thing was, they told me I could only ever have one pamphlet. They will never give me another. So if I lose it, I have no chance of ever being part of their hockey club thing. Part of me was like, Charles, you will never join that hockey club thing. Just throw it out. Another part of me was like, Charles, just hang on to it. What if you want to join one day? Just stuff it in a drawer somewhere. I have that kind of indecisiveness with a lot of things. Also I guess it has to do with wondering if I should let go, and burn a bridge, or keep my options open. At the desk, I remember I had 2 pairs of khaki pants, one kind of darker than the other. And a pair of boxers. I was trying to hide them underneath a seat cushion.

      On my way back to the field, the path seemed to have changed. The wooden bridges were different. I also flew again, but it seemed more like I slipped and fell, and ended up flying through the air. I was about to land on a wooden bridge, and I feared it would be slick, and cause me to slip off it into the river below, once I landed. Like earlier, flying didn’t make me realize it was a dream.

      I forgot the rest of that. Something happened when I got back to the field, I think. It’s probably in my voice notes, just not off the top of my head.

      I woke from those and recorded them. I had transitioned to sleeping on my diagonal front, which was really comfortable. I was able to drift back to sleep a few times which was great since I lost so much sleep recently.

      In one dream, I dreamed that I was attempting FILD! I know it was a dream because my body was flipped over (head where my feet would have been). But I was doing the little finger things as I slipped into sleep, and then wondered, how are you supposed to do an Reality, Check when you’re not supposed to move too much? I think I experienced a dream starting but it freaked me out and I woke back up. But it was all a dream anyway L O L. During that part there was another dream I forgot due to brain fogginess and grogginess. Foggy and groggy!

      My last dream was really funny. First I was dreaming about dream journaling all the night’s dreams so far. In the dream, I was drawing the pizzas that had appeared in previous dreams. Wait. There were pizzas in previous dreams? Yes. Rather than go back and add it, I will just say that there was a rectangle shaped pizza with a 2 x 3 grid of red circles on it. And a triangle pizza. And pictures of pizzas on the wall. And a little kid crying about something. But now, back to this dream.

      I was drawing the pizza with a yellow highlighter and a red orange color too. <<personal info>>Then I dreamed that I was going to <<personal info>>At the meeting, I was thinking that if anyone tried to be my friend, I would push them away. I hadn’t been there in a while in waking life, so I thought people would look down on me. I sat on the edge of one of the benches, next to a woman and her child. The person in front of me also had a baby over her shoulder, and a picture of a face on the back of her coat or shirt. I figured this must be children’s mass, as I thought about the Sunday schedule. For some reason, I avoided looking at any children.

      Here is the funny part. I sat there in the church, and thought to myself, wait, how did I get here? Maybe I’m dreaming. I had my thin black gloves on. I was just about to do a finger palm test, when I thought to myself, “You know, Charles, let’s not get carries away with reality checks. We’ve already done so many today, and so maybe we should cut back a little. This is clearly not a dream anyway.” L O L, can ya believe it? So I sat there, feeling kind of bored. Eventually I got up and walked out the back door of the church. I remember thinking that I should have just stood in the back since I only wanted to stay for a few minutes. I remember walking around the side of the church outside but I am not sure of the rest. Its on my voice recorder, just not off the top of my head.

      I wonder why the dream had me dream of going to that church. I haven’t been there in a while in waking life. I think it simulated some of the feelings I would feel after going back after a long time of not showing up, such as feeling judged by others. <<personal info>>Well, that was all I remembered. I thought if I got back to sleep, I’d definitely get lucid, since I was almost lucid that last time. But, I didn’t get to sleep again.
    2. Hilarious Intruders

      by , 04-06-2018 at 10:06 AM
      Morning of April 6, 2018. Friday.



      This morning, I had a very long series of dream sequences, where nearly everywhere I have lived in my life thus far appeared in one form or another, including several fictional distortions. As usual, each setting was a unique new version. (Out of tens of thousands of dreams studied for over fifty years, no setting has ever appeared more than once in the same way, typically being unique combinations of two or more locations.)

      As the sequences were so long and convoluted, I will only focus on certain sections in this entry. (Otherwise it would be far too long, and my entries are often very long as it is.)

      The house setting throughout my main dream seems to be a combination of Cubitis (where I have not lived since 1978), the Loomis Street house (where I have not lived since 1994), the King Street mansion (where I lived at different times up until 1993), and the house Zsuzsanna and I and our family presently live; all this and some fictional alterations as is always the case. Additionally, the house setting does not match the location in some scenes and ambiguously varies between Florida, Wisconsin, and Queensland, Australia (which is also typical).

      In one scene, the setting seems most like the Cubitis house even though it is implied to be our present address in Australia. Our youngest son is crying and is angry about some sort of robotic toys that are not responding to being shot in the way that had been programmed. I am aware that he had left them at the south end of the Cubitis hall (while the room to our right is like the lounge room of our present home). I tell him that it does not matter, that they are “just toys” and that toys cannot really be heroes. I hold him close and we hug and he says that I am his hero.

      In a later scene, I go outside and it mostly seems like the Cubitis backyard. An unfamiliar young girl is present and sitting in high grass with our youngest daughter and youngest son. Looking back at the back of the house, the rendering is incorrect (though my dream self does not regard it as wrong). The area external to where the kitchenette would have been is now implied to be a back porch that I am aware is out from my mother’s room (though as from the Loomis Street house). (The back porch was actually at the south end of the Cubitis house facing the south side yard and the north end our neighbor’s house, though their back porch faced east into their backyard.)

      There are at least three unfamiliar people seated on the portico (at least two males and a female), near the window to my mother’s room. (The portico is an unfamiliar fictitious feature.) It takes me some time to realize they are trespassing. Finally, even though they might be our neighbors, I decide to yell at them and tell them they should not be here. “The little woman said we could sit here,” one of males says. I consider that they are trying to imply my mother told them they could sit by her window, which I know is something she would never have said.

      I again tell them to leave. They become annoyed and start acting very strangely, and wander quickly about as if they are unsure where they are going. Soon, there are two unfamiliar male police officers present. The unwelcome people go into the house next door. Soon after this, water starts spraying out from the eaves. This causes the police officers to start laughing. The water continues to spray from the house as if it is meant to be an attack, yet has the opposite effect. As the water sprays on me for a time (as well as the officers), I feel more relaxed and cheerful than I had been minutes before.



      Water in my dreams has been a form of dream state induction for over fifty years in representing the essence of sleep, the absence of emotion and waking life focus (as in sensory deprivation tank experiments), and resulting in physical relaxation. Some “interpreters” claim that water “represents emotions” (which might be related to crying, I suspect, though crying is the release of emotions, not the maintaining or augmenting of them). Which emotions? In what way? To what extent? Aside from that, virtually countless commercial recordings use the sound of water, from the roaring ocean, waterfalls, rivers, and so on, to induce sleep or relaxation. Negative dreams relating to water, such as tidal waves or floods are more likely to be a RAS factor that tries to induce sleep when other factors, such as circadian rhythms dynamics, are in conflict. After all, a person is asleep when they are dreaming, not extant in waking life, yet most people do not seem to understand this at all. In some cases, a flood or tidal wave may relate to subliminal concern about being too deeply asleep, which may trigger waking from the emergent conscious side rather than raw RAS. The supposed evidence, more so of the Barnum effect, associated with “water representing emotions” is actually the opposite. If a person is overly emotional in real life, the water might be rendered to calm them down and enter more deeply into the essence of sleep, and some people fear deeper sleep or even relaxation. Drowning on the other hand, would usually relate to incidental sleep apnea or snoring (and one can dream and snore at the same time despite popular myth), which is a biological factor of sleep, not waking life (though many people seem to have zero understanding of the biological and neurological factors of the dream state). Ultimately, when water splashes on me in my dreams, it vivifies my dream and sustains it, causing physical release and relaxation, the opposite of increasing emotions or as a WAF (waking alert factor). Water also represents healing and biological purification (after all, a large percentage of the human body is water - and water is life), but more so as the autosymbolic analogy to the healing nature of sleep and the absence of negative emotions, thus a tidal wave or flood might indicate a sudden increase in glymphatic system function.


      Tags: intruders, water
      Categories
      non-lucid
    3. the death dream

      by , 04-06-2018 at 08:54 AM (Deep Inside The Lucid Dreamer's Subconscious)
      Hey friends, this didn't happen last night but I wanted to record a dream I had in the past that's important to my dream history.

      The background is I was very sick when I was about 13 or 14. I had gone to summer camp and came back with swine flu. Not sure if anyone remembers but swine flu had its course of importance a little while back. So, I had this sickness and was in bed or on the couch for a week. I had gone to bed one night at a normal time around midnight and had this interesting experience which tops any nightmare or bad dream I think I've ever had.

      Like most dreams it starts with being in another dream before. I was in this giant landscape that had a valley. The valley was inhabited by ropes for old wooden ships. It was a little bit of a game where my vision was changing between these wide spiral structures made from this rope but wasn't more than 30 or so yards off of the ground. I think I was trying to get through the rope in the structures.

      It's hard to explain the death dream but I was outside of someone's house and simultaneously in a cave. I know we die in dreams often and it's not really a big deal, sure we are dying and we believe it but it doesn't resonate far into waking reality and it doesn't have much to say about our lives, but this is the only time it was different for me.

      I was in a cave with several other people near me, but this dream seemed really important, like me and the people around me were taking part in something important and the feeling was that each of us was nervous and hoping the other would take more responsibility and control of the situation. I haven't been able to feel what other DCs were feeling in dreams, especially not one that was unpleasant, but this time I did. We were all nervous looking around at each other.

      The idea of this dream is that there's a boulder falling down onto one single person. That person is experiencing this boulder falling onto them. It's not like a job to hold it up, there's no purpose between the boulder and the person. The first part that made this dream intimidating is that the boulder is somehow simultaneously getting larger and smaller at the exact same time. The boulder is rumbling extremely loudly and shaking the entire cave. The boulder is more of an idea than a physical object getting bigger and smaller in my mind.

      Outside of the house, there is an RV camper to the left of me. There's two people in front of me, but the idea is that there's eight people there with us. The main idea is that we have to nominate someone to die out of the eight of us. This is where the death comes in. I can actually feel the chance that I will be chosen and executed. The two people in front of me are busy doing something, but I can feel eight people looking at me like it's my choice who gets killed.

      After this, my vision is of this spiral inwards. In the middle is this powerful white laser beam of light. I don't mean a white light I mean this thing could cause anything that touched it to disappear. This was death in the dream. I was at some point in the white laser beam getting blasted. In the dream, I was dying, but I was fighting against it with everything in me. I was not okay with dying. I've been shot in a western shoot-out, I've fallen off a cliff, but I somehow knew I was dying here.

      I was at the same time in the cave, the boulder had rolled down a ramp and now above me. I was supposed to carry this boulder that was gaining mass but at the same time getting smaller, but the mass was too heavy and I was struggling. At the same time, I was in this white laser beam at the center of this maelstrom fighting for my life. At the same time I was outside of a house next to an RV getting volunteered to be the one who dies in this one of eight game.

      I eventually woke up absolutely drenched in sweat early in the morning. It was still dark. When I woke up, I felt in a way that I had cheated death or somehow saw what it was but avoided it. I got some water and went back to my bed but was absolutely terrified of going back to bed. When I used to pray, I would pray for the normal things. But if I was ever lying in bed and thinking about dreams I've had and that particular death dream came up, I would send a prayer up that would guarantee I wouldn't have that dream ever again.
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      non-lucid
    4. School and marriage

      by , 04-06-2018 at 06:44 AM
      I had some really vivid dreams last night..!

      The first one was set in a school. It seemed like an all-girl's school, where we were split into groups. Then had to work in pairs saying; "1 - 2 - 3 - 4, etc" back and forth for some reason. The girl who paired with me was really nervous, and was not physically sick, but she felt it. So the teacher (not any teacher from my real life school) told me to take her to the nurses office. I walked with her, and we somehow got lost..! (This wasn't any surprise, since I always seem to get lost in real life xD), all the other students found that highly amusing, and were chuckling..!

      Then I had a weird dream where a salamander was asking my boss, I guess it was supposed to be my work boss (but didn't recognise them), if he had permission to marry me..! It was very strange!
    5. Day 51: Stark Silence

      by , 04-06-2018 at 04:42 AM (An Insomniac's Dream Journal)
      Fell asleep at: 11:00 PM

      Woke up at: 6:50 AM


      Dream 63.2 Birth By Sleep: A Fragmentary Passage/Ground Zeroes

      Some fragments about a guy doing a comedy skit. Something about how his lazy brother only got into LD-ing when he did, and that he's doing it all wrong. The comic wore a black shirt and khakis.
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      non-lucid
    6. Dream - Because I Care

      by , 04-06-2018 at 04:03 AM
      Date of Dream: FRI 6 APR - 2018



      Dream No. 305 - Because I Care

      I don't remember what happened at the start of the dream. From where I do remember, I was riding on some sort of bus with my brother, as well as all these Killester girls. My brother was sitting a few seats from the back and I was sitting one or two rows in front of him. What I caught sight of is that the real WB and her younger sister LB were sitting almost right at the front of the bus and I wanted to join them.

      I went over and I sat at the seats across from them, taking the one nearest to the window. For the first few seconds, I thought, “good, I'll be able to talk to them now”. That hope was soon drowned as I saw VS coming up from the back of the bus and she took the seat right next to me, therefore blocking my vision and then disregarding me while she spoke to WB and LB. It was also the other way around though... LB never said much to begin with but WB was deliberately ignoring me. Additionally, WB retained the exact same appearance from the last time I saw her in real life. Black round necked jumper, black trackies, white sneakers and frizzy ladybug hairstyle.

      I was patient for some time but soon, I let them know that I didn't like someone else coming and interfering with what I was going to do. Eventually, I did manage to say some things to WB but she didn't say much in return. I had to try really hard to get her to have a full conversation with me. This lasted until the bus would stop at the required destination.

      The destination where the bus stopped at was some unknown beach area. It parked in the gravel parking, surrounded by a wall of single rocks which on the other side, was the water of the bay. That's what I saw my brother again but I forgot what he was doing. There was a lot more people here than what could fit on the bus, so I thought to myself, “How did they all get here? There's only one bus and no other vehicles”.

      Then I saw members of Killester staff as well as the real WB's parents whose physical appearances I am also aware of. Everyone else stayed at the main area of the beach but WB had walked off with a small group of people, including the teachers and her parents. Apparently they were supposed to go on some really interesting and exquisite sightseeing tour. The rest of the massive group had stayed and merrily chatted to each other for the rest of the day.

      It was nightfall in the dream when the small group returned on a small white wooden boat. Each person stepped off and joined the mass of people again. When WB had stepped off though, she didn't look too happy. In fact when she was fully off and onto the sandy gravel again, she become somewhat distressed and upset and started crying. She said that she didn't see the sights that they promised that she would see, meaning that she was upset because a supposed fun trip was actually the most boring thing in the world.

      Despite how she treated me back on the bus, I went up to her and gave her the biggest hug I could. I hugged her long and hard and only when she gave the smallest response back, kind of halfway between a pat and a hug, I released her. I forgot what else happened in this dream.

      Later on in the night, there was a scene with Dreamy WB but I have forgotten everything about it.



      Dream Trophies Achieved:

      - None



      Dream 305: Competition Results

      Competition Night: 5
      Lucid or Non-Lucid?: Non-Lucid
      Estimated Length of Dream (Lucid Only): N/A
      Dream Guide: None
      Emergency Team: None
      Eligible For Competition Points: Yes

      Points For This Entry: 1.5
      Calculation Details:
      - Full Non-Lucid Dream (1.0)
      - Non-Lucid Fragment (0.5)

      + Previous Total: 1.0
      Total Accumulated Points: 2.5

      Updated 05-07-2018 at 01:18 PM by 93119

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      non-lucid , memorable