Kaizen

Monday, 29th September 2014

Moon Cycle: 30% illuminated waxing crescent in Sagittarius
Tarot card: 9 of Pentacles
Mayan Calender: White Resonant Wizard

Dream

I appeared to be in the shallow dock yards of Venice. The long and wide megalithic canal walls where lined with many open topped boats and people sat and enjoyed their sundowners. Our boat was old, unpainted and wooden resembling a small version of Noah's Ark.

My friends steered on deck as I jumped off and pushed the boat outward, a little journey was in order. As the ark began to move I noticed my friends where fooling around and not controling the rudder to steer. The Ark now headed toward some other expensive looking yachts. Luckily the people on the other yacht soon realised danger and swiftly moved just in time.
"Idiots!" I think to myself about my friends.

The crew from the yacht that we almost just hit into shot us disapproving death stares, and signalled to the coast guard security closeby, who had seen everything anyway.

They signalled us to come over immediately.
"Uh-oh...now we're in shit",I exclaimed out loud. My mind immediatly asked if we had any illegal substances on the boat...its wasn't our boat and who knows what could have been stowed away.
I sat in the front of the ark,legs hanging of each side, steering toward the coast guard.

As we got closer a short man tanned with a mustauche climed down the ladder from the watch tower to receive us.
Beaming my most sincere smile, I greeted with a "how are you sir" as if the previous events didnt occour.
Strangely, the guard was cheerily friendly and we began a conversation consisting of unrelated small talk.

After observing his body language and facial expressions for a while I soon realised that he was intoxicated and merely was looking for another drink from any unsuspecting citizen.

Sitting in my small square white walled room, my best friend and cousin discuss the different countries we've visited while looking at the large map plastered on my wall. There seemed to be red moving markings on it, a animation that showed the routes we travelled. India seemed to be distant and across many seas.
They soon left, leaving me alone in my room.

A bag of cheesy chips lay on my desk close to the window. Suddenly a pigeon flew inside and began to peck at the crumbs.
I tried to shoo it away with a pillow but it kept flying back.Then a large guinea fowl entered. It's large blue and red head towered above the pigeons as it pushed the weaker counterpart aside.
I approached swiftly, trying to scare them away, but this time the guineu fowl looked directly at me, unafraid, as if he wanted to charge at me.I threw the pillow at him,which he easily shrugged off. He then ran at me with malignant intent,disregarding my size and stature comparatively to his.I was left having to to side step in order to dodge him.
Crazy bird!

25th September 2014

I stood on the Matric lawn at the front of my old high school, conversing with old friends about the frustratingly depressing news.
Schools curriculum had changed and it was now mandatory that everyone was to complete an extra 5 years on top of the initial schooling we already had.
Being irritated and confused with the entire situation i decide to walk around the side of the old bei brick assembly building toward the tuck shop.Standing next to the Rugby field stands I noticed an old scholl friend hobbly past in a jester like fashion

"What a minute,I'm not at school anymore!", finally catching one of my most common dream signs. The usual excitement washes over me, and I can't seem to remember any tasks or stabilization techs for that matter.
I decide to pace walk up the narrow corridor where i pass many students, recognizing their faces somewhat.

I must have lost lucidity fairly quickly thereafter, as i can't seem to recall the rest of the dream.

Sunday,14 September 2014

Moon Cycle: 66% Waning Gibbous in Gemini
Tarot Card: The Emperor
Mayan Calender: Blue Resonant Storm

Dream:
I find myself on a large open patio of Tara's house(an old friend, overlooking the garden.
We lounged around relaxing and vegetating after some party celebrations from the previous night.
On a far bookshelf I see something glinting and shining,which immediately catches my eye.
On closer inspection I find a leather bound book with a green band across the front cover.
Inscribed on the spine is a large fonted "PEACE" along with other symbolic markings and languages written alongside, all in luxurious golden leaf print.

The book resembled some kind of ancient Egyptian scripture or pre-historic Bible, with paper similar to that of papyrus,very ornate and sacred looking.

Opening it up and examining it closely, I recognize the text to be a mixture of Hebrew and Arabic...with various English translations.
Many symbols, such as the star of David and various others which I cannot identify are printed in rows along the horizontal plane of the page above the body of text, circled on golden ink/leaf.
"Was this the book that would bring Peace to the Middle East?"I pondered to myself, hopeful.

Thursday,11th Sepetmeber 2014

Moon: 89% illuminated Waning Gibbous in Arries
Tarot Card of the Day: 4 of Wands
Mayan Calender: Yellow Self - Existing Warrior

Tecnique: MILD
Mantra: "I am dreaming"

A blonde hair blue eyed girl with a slightly plump build leads me into the female toilets.
She's my friends ex-girlfriend, and I feel slightly guilty about our promiscuous intent, although the testosterone gets the better of me. She darts off into one of the cubicles telling me she needs to "prepare herself"
I stand in the brightly lit bathroom,and infront of me lie many white shiny basins sunk in a garnet red marble countertop.
A rectangular mirror streched just above the basins toward the door.

It seems as though a jolt of spontaneous lucidity emerged within me, but i figure it was probably because I had a look at myself in the mirror and noticed some discrepancies.
I started to complete an arbitrary stabilization technique ream character that a DC taught me in a previous dream( possible false dream memory)involving putting a pen in your right hand then touching it onto my brow. I couldn't tell if the dreamscape vivified or not, leaving me with the notion that it was unsuccessful.
Either way, the dream was vivid enough to complete the task of the month, and with black pen in my hand to use as a wand i expected it to be a breeze.
"Expecto Patronus"I stated out aloud while looking at my reflection in the mirror.
Silence followed.
"EXPECTO PATRONUS!"I exclaimed.
Still nothing. I repeated this a few times without any results.nada.zilch.
I looked at the pen in my hand and it seemed to have swollen slightly, thats about it.
I figured i needed a wand for this to work, and looked under the red countertop, expecting to find it.
The cupboards which lie underneath of it was completely empty.
Then a weird sensation of dissociation happened with my arm and it seemed as though it had a mind of its own.

I must have lost lucidity after that,as i cannot recall the rest.
Ah well, guess my SubC wasn't working with me lastnight.

Part 1: http://www.dreamviews.com/blogs/kaizen/aliens-attack-airport-pt1-%2Alucid-totm-60493/

Part 2

After completing the TOTM I survey the dreamscape once more.
In the center of the passage stood a large rectangular digital map encased in an aluminium frame.
My mother and I walked towards it for closer inspection.
The map displayed the architectural layout of the airport as well as the surrounding city. I touched the brightly lit display screen and it moved into a vibrant 3 dimensional animation.
The animation depicted the progressive spread of the hostile alien invasion, (shown as a red cloud, slowly engulfing the city)
It then displayed a future prediction of the invasion, and I came to the abrupt realization that there would be no place to run.
My mothers expression was soon converted from a content smile to a worried frown.
"Not to worry mom, we can FLY!"i exclaimed with a cheeky grim on my face.
I grabbed her by the shoulders and we soared swiftly down the passage into the large high ceilinged convenience store.
Over the rows of endless isles we floated until my mother started to wriggle around and punch me lightly in the chest, clearly wanting to be let down.
I complied and let her go on her independent path, knowing that she was merely a small reflective facet of my subconscious.

I decided to initiate a meditation practice. I sat with my legs crossed in an upright lotus position,shoulders relaxed with the hindside of my hand resting on my knees in mudra (pointer finger and thumb touching each other lightly).
I close my eyes and began to concentrate on my breath, which felt abnormally long and stretched out.
Suddenly, I begin to feel my body levitate above the ground...ascending slowly until it reached a point where my sense of proprioception felt a constant hover.

"Wow..this is awesome!"I catch myself thinking, and as the thought entered my mind I feel as though I'm falling...now from a lofty height.
The feeling of gravity sucking me downward manifests itself as a heavy writhing feeling in my stomach...one we all know too well.
I instinctively open my eyes to an all encompassing pitch black abyss.
My body then feels as if its lurched back into my waking like body in bed,except my bed feels like its tilted at a 45 degree angle toward my head.
"False awakening..."i think to myself...and continue to maintain awareness for several minutes in the the pitch dark.
strange geometric forms and patterns begin to morph and mutate in the darkness and the next thing I know I find myself in a suburban street lined with cars.(DEILD? not sure as I have never had one)


I think I may have lost some lucidity thereafter as my recall becomes scattered and fragmented.
I vaguely remember an old friend from Goa,India doing a contact ball performance. He had 4 arms and was juggling the 3 balls in each four hands while blowing fire.
Quite the spectacle.
I also remember an erotic scene involving me and an old English girlfriend.She was dressed in a seductive tribal leather costume.
The scene went weird when she started to grow a beard during our escapades and I swiftly ran away.
Haha

Tuesday,3rd of September 2014

Moon Cycle: 54% Illuminated (First Quarter) in Sagittarius (8 days old)

Tarot Card of the Day: Two of Pentacles

Mayan Calender Date: Blue Galactic Hand


This DILD occoured in the latter REM cycles before a WBTB,using MILD.
The duration of sleep was approximately 6 hours from 11:45pm until 5:45am.
Manta used: "Tonight I will have lucid dreams, and I will remember them."


Colour code: Non - Lucid
Lucid


I found myself on the 3rd floor of a enormous brightly lit airport resembling Dubai International with my Mother and Russel Brand.
We are in transit, and Russel has just smuggled a small portion of drugs onto and off of the plane, mule style.
There's frantic activity all around us as we and many others wait impatiently for the two large metal lifts to descend through the transparent glass shafts to transport us to the roof, where the airport departure runway lays.

Suddenly the lights start to flicker and a piercingly loud siren sounds. I look up through wide adrenalized eyes at the transparent shaft where the lifts now shake, shudder and gyrate up down and side to side violently, with the people shrieking and screaming inside...presumably in pain.
Chaos erupts, and everyone begins to panic...many running around as a headless chickens would.

"They have control of the power supply!" a middle aged woman shouts at the top of her lungs, trembling in fear.
I can hear the poor souls in the lift crying loudly in agony for someone to switch the power off.
I echo their pleads and begin to shout the same.
"Turn the power OFF!!!!"

"Shut the f'ck up!There's nothing we can do....Run for your lives!",a security guard hollers.

I grab my quivering mothers by the hand and we begin to run toward a large convenience store where I catch sight of a green emergency exit symbol hanging overhead.
I notice that I'm unable to pick up pace and my stride length remains short as I attempt to sprint faster,albeit unsuccessfully. (Dreamsign)

The omnipresent bolt of lucidity strikes me, and an immediate calm percolates the entire dreamscape.
I turn to my mom and a she possesses a golden luster which radiates outward like some sort of halo. A modest smile creeps into the corners of her mouth. I feel a tremendous relief and give her a kiss on the forehead.
I remain calm and decide not to perform ant dream stabilization technique since my visual field is acceptably vivid*.
I examine the surrounding dreamscape. We stand in bright cavernous passage, with the beige tiles gleaming and shining squeaky clean beneath our feet.
Many empty craft and clothing stores line the left and right hand side, displaying their products through large square glass windows.
The emergency exit lay at the very end of the passage,inside a large convenience store.
A closed liquor store was located directly to my right,and outside stood a medium sized circular metal trash can.

I recalled the Task of the month and expected to find a fortune cookie beneath the trash can, which I did.
I unwrapped the small cookie from its thin transparent plastic cover and broke it in half to reveal a stone/tan colored piece of folded paper.
Unfolding the paper proved to be rather difficult and, to my dismay,revealed nothing but a blank surface.
Then, on closer inspection, strange symbols and words seemed to magically transcribe themselves onto the sheet...similar to the invisible ink scene in Harry Potter.
I could only compare the inscriptions having a resemblance to a combination of Greek,Arabic and Hieroglyphs.
Similar but not identical.

I discarded the paper and figured i'd try again, looking in the same spot.
Lo and behold I found second specimen, and upon opening I had the same experience with the magical emergence of the text.
This time it was in English.

"BROMIOIDE",I uttered out loud.(Pronounced BRO-MEE-OH-IDE)
I turned the sheet over, hoping to find a meaning.

As I focused on the opposite blank side "PZ33" slowly manifested itself, surrounded by a rectangular border
It then faded away as quickly as it appeared.
I began to chant the word and letter-digit combination out aloud in order to ingrain it into my pre-frontal cortex so I could remember it in waking life.

The story doesn't end there, an I continue into a fairly fun and abstract adventure,leading to an abrupt false awakening through a dream meditation...more of which i'll post in Part 2.

Very excited to have completed my first TOTM
Whoohoo!

Monday,1st September 2014

Moon Cycle: 38% illuminated moving from Scorpio to Saggitarius

Tarot Card of the Day: King of Cups

Mayan Day: White Resonant Worldbridger

Dream

After WBTB from 07:20--->08:49

I find myself in a Dutch style house on a cliff face overlooking the dark green choppy sea.
The weather is gloomy outside and several greyish black clouds lie overhead.
In the room with me is my cousin,Jared.
I sit reading an article in the local newspaper which reports on a visionary artist getting credit for her dance floor decorations at BOOM festival in Portugal.
The picture in the article has many blue-indigo/purple fractal psychedelic backdrops with omnipresent 3rd eyes decorating the the stretchy material that the artist painted on. She stands next to her work smiling proudly.
I recognize a beautiful tall blonde tribal looking girl in the photo standing next to her.(false memory)

"Hey Jared, isn't this Mandy in the photo here?"I ask,as he comes over to check.
"Yep that's her,she's living at my house right now with Kim in the extra bedroom!",he replies excitedly.
"Wow that's awesome, she's such a gorgeous tantric goddess" I say, surprised by his statement,and hiding my streak of envy.

We decide that we want to go for a walk, but can't seem to make up our minds where to.
I suggest we go up to the caves on the cliff face as they are't too far away.
I open the front door and notice the grey clouds have turned black. There's a slight drizzle and looks as though it may turn into a full blown thunderstorm any minute.

"Hey man,it's raining outside...we can't go!"I shout through the door as he is still inside.
"No way!"he bellows back at me.
I feel kind of relieved as i wasn't to keen on the hike anyway.

Upon entering the house I cast my gaze through the glass sliding room door at the back of the house and see something absolutely amazing.

"Look outside! Its some kind of super rainbow!",I exclaim.
We both both gaze with mouths agape in wonder at the mutant rainbow. It looked as though 5 rainbows where alchemically squashed into one.The color spectrum was abnormally pronounced.

And that's when it struck me...Am i dreaming?
For some reason I chose a unorthodox reality check, and one i never use, trying to reaching out and grab the rainbow like Mr Stretch. I was successful and my arm stretched out of the suede green button up jacket that I wore, toward the quintuple rainbow.

The rush of lucid hit me and everything seemed to be fading quickly.
I began to rub my hands frantically and shout "Clarity now",although no enhancement was evident.
I also noticed that I could barely feel my hands, and it was if they where dead.
As all began to fade to black i decided to go for my last resort.I remember reading somewhere that falling backward can transport you to a new dreamscape. I did so, and I immediately plunged into darkness.
It felt as if my astral body was slammed back into my real body and felt as though i was lying in bed.
I kept my eyes closed and soon came to the realization it could be a false awakening.And it was indeed.

I felt as though I was being dragged by my legs while lying on my back and sensed a presence in the room with me.
I kept my eyes shut, fearing I would wake up if I opened them,and maintained a calm awareness on the bodily sensations which now turned from dragging/pulling to a vibration with accompanied loud sound.
The sensations started to fade so i decided to slowly opened my eyes.
Then something weird happened.
It was as if i opened my eyes to a brand new dreamscape,but only caught a small glimpse of it.
I can barely recall what it looked like, just a quick flash.

Then another "set" of eyes opened and i found myself in my bed lying on my left hand side back in my bedroom in waking reality. (I think...forgot to perform another reality check haha )

Friday,29th August 2012

Moon Cycle: 14% illuminated waxing crescent in Libra

Tarot Card: 2 of wands

Mayan Calender: Blue Self- Existing Night
Dream:

I found myself in the red rocky mountains that had a resemblance to places in the grand canyon.
An old Apache Indian chief lead us toward a huge orangy red mesa-like mountain.On the cliff face of the mountain many abstract colourful art paterrns where painted.
Two scientists followed closely, although they where more of a pain than anything else.They continuously complained about the heat and how much further we had to go. I prefered staying close to the Apache shaman that lead us, listening to his stories and wisdom of the solar system and our planets, namely Pluto.

At the top of the mountain was where we where to do a shamanic vision quest ceremony,the first night consuming blessed tobacco and then moving onto other psychedelic medicines.
The walk soon turned into a climb, when we where faced with the shear cliff face with practically vertical stairs upon it.When we reached the top there was a small hatch to climb through.Once through a small concrete covered room lay,with the view of the azure sky.
I felt rather guilty as i forgot to tell the scientists to bring blankets and warm clothing,the nights where going to get cold.

I find myself in a location where I usually vacation with family and friends called the Widerness.
My Father and I walk back to the communal house I which we have rented.He shows me his Gold Credit card which seems to be in bad condition.Wax and dirt coat the plastic.
I tell my Dad not to leave the credit card in the communal house in fear that the domestic worker, and elderly Indian man might capitalize and steal it.
"Don't worry, I can sense he's a good chap" my Dad replies.
I'm surprised by my Dads positivety.

We enter the long grey room in the house and find the Indian man washing dishes and making tea in the far corner.
He offers us the bright yellow tea in mugs and we accept.
My Dad blatantly tells him its horrible tasting and returns the mug.
I feel sorry for the man, and embarrassed at my Dads words although i soon reflected and realize he was being honest..the tea did have a foul taste.
The Indian man leaves seemingly nonreactive to the statement looking fresher than when he arrived.
My Dad and i then begin to clean the dbris and wax off of his credit card.