[Notes]: - It seems that during the week my quality of dreams and recall drastically decrease, and that on weekends and holidays its the highest. Here's what has happened over the past couple nights: [Fragment 11/29/15]: I was looking at an alley, much like the BackAlleys map. Some girl in a daft punk mask turned and ran towards me from the end. [Fragment 11/30/15]: Don't bend it.
[Notes]: - So the first half of this takes place in my normal sleep, and the second after having tried WBTB for the first time. - I can't be sure of the order of events in the first half, but I can in the second. [Dream begins]: I'm on this course out in the woods in the mountains. We're all practicing archery drills. See picture below. You shoot at a target, run to the target, and shoot the next one in a square path. I eventually finish up with a few and I go and hang out at the chillout spot, which was an open flat area that jutted out of the mountain we were on, so we could see all the other mountains. I talked with some people here; possibly AW? Attachment 8898 Note: Throughout the dream I had been getting closer and friendlier with this AW, initials for a person I know. Now, in the dream it was a slightly different version of her, but it was still her. I'm waiting for the morning bus, and it seems to be running late. I head up the hill towards where it should come from, and a couple things fly by... I think one of them was a hang glider. Eventually the bus comes over and I go and hop on (the middle line lunch lady is driving). So I'm talking with AW. It turns out we both have to get out of school for some reason (dentist's appointment?) and be on the interstate (actually 13). Eventually I get out of school and hit the road with someone. It's raining really hard as we go eastbound, and we take a look at the toll booths as we go by. They had windshield wipers on them that were flapping vigorously so the booth people could see what the driver was doing. Eventually we're on our way back and we see each other in the road. Suddenly, I'm at this abandoned industrial building with the rest of school, and suddenly we're all told to move into the building by Darth Vader and the emperor. A ton of troops surround us and direct us into the building. As I'm going up with WC, I'm holding a blaster and take a look out the window, thinking they were going to shoot me. They didn't. I lose the rifle and keep going up. Eventually I meet with S (and AH?) and we talk for a bit. SH is slapping his mom on the butt and she's slapping him on the abs and vice versa, telling each other how nice their butts and abs are... then SH tells her that it's the nicest part of her and goes back into the building. She goes and talks with us, and says "I'm not perfect?" [Wake up.] Note: At this point, I woke up in a natural awakening at ~7:45AM. I figured I'd try doing some WBTB since I figured I might still be able to have a dream. I logged the previous dream, then decided to go back to sleep with lucid dreams and goals in mind. For probably fifteen minutes straight I kept on waking up from discovering I was in HI dreamlets. Hopefully I can figure out how to get past this. Eventually, I had the following dream. [Dream begins]: Dad and I were going somewhere. I get in the SUV. Sweetie jumps up on the (other) SUV and I tell her to get off, then dad comes over and tosses her off, but she lands on the Leaf. Dad gets in with me and we start to drive away. She follows us down. I look back, and she's waving to us! She trots down by the creek pines and lays down and keeps doing it. Then I realize that it was a peacock making it look like she was doing that. We drive up the hill and dad says "Yep, she's a good dog". Then I thought about peacock feathers for a little bit (and a bundle of them). I found myself in a mansion. I walk around for a bit and I find J from MPC chillin' in a closet. His mom is in the living room. I look at him and say, "Hey man, what's up?" He doesn't register me, and just keeps looking off into the distance. His mom scolds him lightly for being so rude to a visitor, and he acknowledged me. He pulls out two DVD's: one is Star Wars and the other is Star Trek. He says "Hey, at the next MPC meet we're gonna watch these." I look at him and his mom questioningly, and say "Yeah.... I don't think so..." [Wake up.]
[Notes]: - Yeah, so this dream happened somewhere between 6:30 and 8:12 this morning. I've begun to notice that simply noticing a natural awakening and taking a moment to be conscious really leads to some great dreams afterwards. I guess this is a really great example of the power of WBTB, although it's very minor and there was no lucidity involved. - After writing this down, I noticed that my recall was quite vague. I still remember WHAT HAPPENED in the dream, just not quite in what order or where. - I've snipped some stuff out... just remember that when you're reading this, future self! [Dream begins]: I might have been on my computer, surfing. There was something about someone who looked an awful lot like Miranda from Mass Effect. I get an urge and go to the bathroom. S hits me up and asks me out to a movie at the mall; currently I'm distracted with other things, but eventually I get to it. So I'm in the mall, walking around with S, who is holding a bouquet of flowers throughout the whole dream for some reason. We get to this darkly lit, red, low-polygon room maybe 30 feet tall which is at a strange angle to the rest of the mall, and I realized afterwards (and during the dream) that I'd been to this place before. Previously it was at the back of the mall in a dark corner, but it was an arcade in both cases I'm pretty sure. At some point I suddenly teleport to the bathroom where I finish up at this toilet that was actually a sink with a mirror... in the middle of the room. Someone gives me crap about it. Yeah, I don't know. Meanwhile, S continues to hopelessly/desperately hold the bouquet of flowers and the relationship feels kinda awkward and tense throughout the dream. [Dream ends...]
[Notes]: - Although it was a bit spotty, this dream felt very epic. If only I became lucid!! - My recall has been pretty great lately! I've been recalling a lot of old dreams as well as new, so that's probably helping. - This dream was packed with that epic, euphoric feeling of adventure and exploration; haven't had that in a long time. [Dream begins]: I'm talking to Mr. Benjamin. He's in a buckled top hat for some reason, and his room is very Christmas-ey with decorations all over the place. I don't know why I'm taking to him, but whatever. We get off the subject of academics and he tells me about something I might be interested in, that I should do. He hands me a bag of coal (a kind of payment I guess) and tells me about magic, and about these people in town that I could join up with and help out. I soon find myself wandering in the suburbs near the city center, and I'm with this group of people. Antonio is among them. He's wearing a scarf. So I'm with these people heading south (I think; you know how dreams are). There are quite a few dilapidated houses, and we decide to stop at one. The walls are practically falling apart, and there's an uneven dirt floor. A dividing wall blocks us from the kitchen to our right. t's full of these members of some other clan. We walk in and the tone changes immediately, like we're about to fight. We invite ourselves into their conversation (we might have been there to steal something) and blend in for a little while. Then things get heated and we're shooting magic at each other (i.e. blue bolts of light). I get out of the house from the kitchen pretty quickly and get to the corner on the opposite side of the street to regroup with my people. The other clan kinda shouts us out and we start walking northbound. Eventually, I find myself in some city center at a hot dog joint eating (I only remember this in first person at this point). [Dream ends.]
[Notes]: - Sadly, I couldn't really remember much of this dream once I woke up. [Dream begins]: I'm on this highway northeast of my house in a trashy white sedan from the 70's. Every quarter mile or so, there's a woman walking on the shoulder of the road. My dad makes some comment about wanting to get a girl, and when we get to the next one, I look her in the face. She had an interesting face... in my dream I described it as the most basic face, devoid of features. She was Asian. I talk to her for a little bit, and obviously she doesn't talk much but it wasn't really awkward. I go to a party at her place where 12 pack boxes of soda are stacked to the ceiling everywhere. I weave between a wall of Coke and a wall of some other soda. We pose for a picture next to a bunch of "tropical" beer packs. [Dream ends...]
[Notes]: - I was pretty exhausted the night before; I was surprised to have any dreams at all. - I stupidly missed a dream sign (thunderstorms), although it was subtle. [Dream begins]: So I'm in my basement with my parents. We're preparing for a coming storm. We open up the Wundermap on my mom's iPad and take a look. For some reason my house was in Michigan, but there was a humongous storm coming for us. There was a little issue with the map where the storm appeared spotty and scattered, but we realized it was because it was in the gap between our weather station and the one in the town a couple miles straight west of us. Here's a picture of almost exactly what I saw on the iPad: I noticed that there was this massive (~3 ft. tall) glass bottle (in the shape of a classic Coke bottle) full of "wine" (my brain told me it was Cognac), which really looked like tomato sauce with huge chunks of peppers and cabbage in it... It had this kind of film on top that acted as a cap, and when I just lightly touched it, it would make an incredibly loud banging noise, like a firecracker! I asked why it was there, and my parents told me that they got it as a wedding present and that they never opened it. I tapped the top a few more times, then opened it and went upstairs. [The dream fragments...]
[Notes: - Yeah, I dunno. I have nothing to say but the following: [Dream begins]: Driving with Ricky Remedy somewhere. Hot sauce on the rear windshield going on the roundabout. Something about loving someone more (fat version of LE; was in college) because their hot sauce was better. Two girls gave me their hot sauce, and one of them was sriracha so I knew I would love the other one. The frozen-air can that had a carbon chunk touching a metal plate on the bottom. Shoot it into a pool of hot sauce and you get serpents. Laughing at people swimming in the hot sauce and getting beat up by frozen-air-hot-sauce-serpents. [The dream fragments...] Dream interpreters... got any idea what this is about?
[Notes]: - Although the dream itself was stressful and sad, when I woke up I was immensely relieved after a few moments. - First cohesive dream I've had in several days. All thanks to a good day and dream binging! [Plot 1 begins]: So I'm taking the SAT with a chemistry teacher. It's really informal, and we're talking about the questions when we got confused with them. I'm with a few other friends in the room (which seemed like a strange protrusion from H/A building). So we get to one of those questions and I decide I'll take a bathroom break. I get up and move into the empty hallways and I look over. There are these bunches of fire alarms grouped on the walls weirdly, and I notice that several of them have their plungers pulled (there were these strange toilet-plunger-like buttons that indicated if we were in a fire drill or not). Immediately I wondered if our sound wasn't working in this building. So I take the chance (better safe than sorry, right?) and go and pull one all the way out and follow my SAT group to the outdoors. We end up in a place that's a strange mix of the school and my house's lower area. There, the teacher tells us that our SAT is cancelled now, and he shows us the scores we would have gotten through this cool UI. I learn that mine was better than my old one, but it wouldn't be counted because it was cancelled. So we chill out outside and realize that they're going to do a witch hunt to try and find out who pulled the alarm, because there wasn't actually a fire. [Plot 2 begins]: I'm somewhere, and I've learned from my doctor that I only have less than 24 hours to live. There was something about driving through the forest... It's two thirty in the morning and I'm in my house. I'm wandering around trying to figure out what I should do. Should I send an email to all my contacts? Call J? Talk with my parents about my legacy? I scrambled around for a while trying to think. [There's more to it, but it all fragmented...]
Notes: - I felt a bit flustered throughout the whole dream. - I may or may not have woken up before this dream to mantra... it's hard to remember when this dream came in the night. I'm pretty sure I woke up around 5 or 6 and thought about getting lucid then. - I kinda felt like I had tunnel vision the whole time. [Enter dream]: So I'm in this apartment in LA or San Fran, I'm not sure. I just know I was in a dry area of California. I look out the window up the dusty street and look along the other apartments. It was a pleasant day. I look back into my room (devoid of furniture), and I saw this brown/black greyhound roaching (writhing around) on the beige carpet against the wall. I go and look at it, and think to myself "Wait, the only greyhound I ever saw was... I'M DREAMING!!" [ENTER LUCIDITY] I immediately start thinking of things to do. The first thing that comes to mind was to hop into Baron's Lucid Urth. I've never been able to force a change in setting before, so I considered jumping through a window or something to escape (I believe Baron recommended this?). I found this double-paned window above the door and figured I'd try jumping through it. I smacked it and fell over. I decided I wouldn't try that again tonight. I scrambled around a little bit more trying to figure out what I should do. I remembered that people had experienced interesting things when looking in a mirror in a dream. I ran to my room and looked into the mirror, knowing that what I see may make me want to wake up. Instead, I saw this ridiculous, practically comical distortion of myself. My neck was a foot long, and my face was smushed around in really strange ways. Totally worth it - 10/10 would look again. Then I grab my laptop IN THE DREAM and I open up DreamViews to look up what other people saw, and the consensus was that yes, distortions are normal, and there was a collage of pictures of people's distorted faces that didn't quite fit on the screen. [The dream fragments...]
Notes: - Yeah... really wish my recall was better. Life's been hectic lately, and it's eating at my memory. I'd love to try WBTB or something soon. [Fragment 1]: I was in this grandiose courtyard in the center of a big mansion/castle? And J was sitting on a bench, reading or something. I went up to him and sat down. We talked a little, and eventually he said something to me and it didn’t make sense, like I didn’t hear him. I said “whattt?” and he said it again. “I’m sorry, I just can’t hear you”. “Nevermind, it’s not worth it”. I felt bad and began walking away, and made a joke about my “auditory difficulties”. [Fragment 2]: A friend, S, decided that she was going to smoke weed for the first time downtown with HB (her parents were ok with it, although they're completely NOT in real life), next door to where I was…. [Fragment 3]: Mom was going to UK or Bergen again to take a picture/selfie in the forest with the camera being in the city. She had extra time on her flight from the Taiwan airport to NYC?
Notes: - No real techniques were used to achieve this; just luck I guess. I just felt like it was ridiculous that I was scared of a little ball. - I REALLY wish I could remember what the DC said. I know it was witty, but I can't remember what I asked either. [Fragment begins]: I was getting chased by a green orb at a party and it was going to kill me if it touched me, so I got scared and ran. Then I thought "Seriously? It's just a stupid green ball. I mean, look." And it hit my arm and deflated like a balloon. Somewhere in the midst of that I realized I was dreaming, and then I proceeded to prepare myself to try talking to a DC (something I hadn't done before in a lucid). So then I went over to one of my friends and (sadly, my recall is faltering) I asked him some question and he responded with some sort of yo mama comeback... such a witty subconscious [The dream fragments...]
Notes: - I've been really busy lately, so my focus during the day hasn't been on dreaming, so no lucids and my recall's down at the moment. Hopefully this weekend I can have some fun. [Fragment 1]: I'm playing GMod (but I'm physically inside the game). I'm in this big house with tons of rooms, and I have this NPC pack that includes one called "Morgan ____". I can't remember the last name now, but the name was burnt into my memory for a good while afterwards. I decided to spawn her. She walked around like a Witch from L4D, but then I provoked her somehow, and the silently but violently began pursuing me. She was very anime-esque, with pale white face, black holes for eyes, and blonde hair and a black & white striped dress (very Tim Burton-ish overall). I ran away, but no matter where I hid she would find me. I get tired of this and a little creeped out, so I go to the Client Options menu and delete everything I've spawned. She disappears. Then she comes back. I do this over and over, until I get really freaked out and think she's a computer virus or something (shoulda seen it; that's one of my dream signs). I open up the main menu and reach for the disconnect button, but she grabs me and tries to keep me from it. I finally press it and reload the map. SHE'S STILL THERE. [Fragment 2]: So I'm going up the stairs in my house and my dog's sitting on the landing. There's some other person's dog in the house, and it's looking at her. They're both wearing neon-ish accessories. Then, the other dog mounts my dog and I wrestle him off.
Notes: - Feels kinda stupid that it had to happen this way in a stupid dream. - Very immersive. [Plot 1 begins]: So I'm with this girl I've been talking with a bit lately. OK, I might have a little crush on her, but we haven't dated or anything of the sort. We're chilling out on my couch, about to watch a movie, and we've got blankets. We're talking, and feeling a little flirty. We get closer to each other, and she starts whispering to me. We embrace each other, and we kiss. I close my eyes; enjoy the moment for a little while. Then, I start to feel a little regretful. I imagine my dad saying, "Really? That soon?" And I feel a little bad. It was way too early in a relationship to have this sort of thing happen. I let it happen nonetheless, and eventually we stop. [The dream fragments... ] Then I woke up and felt good that I got to have the experience without it actually happening in real life
Notes: - If this happens again, I'm going to post, because this simply can't continue. - My dream sign is a bear. - I assumed reality, just like no big deal. [Plot 1 begins]: So I'm in this Jeep Wrangler driving on a residential gravel road with my mom. We're just going along; maybe 20 mph maximum. Then, there are wolves. They come slowly... creeping... from the residential area. They're moving like they're very old, and they're just crossing the street, and I stop. I get out and to look at one. I observe it; it looks like it's fake, like from a video game or something, as its proportions are just off in many ways and its fur is rather polygon-ish and black and white. Then I see the bear. It's galloping towards us from afar (as usual), and I think to myself "Hey, it's a bear! Is this a dream? ... Nah..." and I went about the dream like all was well. [The dream fragments...] How can I fix this? I do consciousness RC's all throughout the day, every couple of hours usually. I essentially take a moment to see if I feel like I'm in a dream, and look around to see if anything is odd; maybe look at my hands. However, as you could see in my previous failure I looked at my hands and didn't notice anything.
Note: - This dream may or may not have been inspired by the trailer for "The Gallows", but I feel that the general inspiration simply came from the name of the film. - I can't think of anything different I did before bed, and I can't remember getting cold at any point, so I don't know why this horrible dream happened. Just stroke of luck I guess. [Plot begins]: I'm at my house. My parents and I are searching the house, and heading to look out the windows. We know that there's something wrong; that something terrible is happening. We all knew we were looking for a dead, hanging person. I thought they were going to be outside of a window, but I didn't see anything. That's when we went out onto the porch. It was a silent night, and pitch black. We didn't see anything. Then Dad turned on the spotlight. There they were. Two, dead, pale, hanging corpses strung across the two largest trees in our yard on a thick, grey cable. We gasped, muttering fearful phrases to ourselves as shock overtook us. Chills ran up all of our spines, and the terror began to set in. An omniscient "voice" told us (seemingly through our minds) that this was the beginning -- and that we would be the end. The bodies swayed in the breeze, cold and lifeless. We ran inside rather frantically. We didn't know what to do. We had to live, but knew we couldn't. [The dream fragments...] [Plot continues; change setting to behind house]: We're running through a small path, looking for an escape we know we can't find. We look up and freeze. Hanging in the trees above was another thick, grey cable. There were two nooses ready for use, waiting patiently for a catch. We all freaked out. [The dream fragments...] There's something about my mom getting snatched, but it's very unclear. I get a sense things got better after that point... There was a ransom, some negotiation. [Plot ends; change setting to bus]: So I'm on this bus, and I know I'm in Speed, but I think I was taking the role of Sandra Bullock... not sure. However, I forgot the rest. [Wake up]
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