False Awakening
I typed this up in great detail, and then the page reloaded and didn't save any of it. SO here's the much shorter run down. MCT oil, raw honey, melotonin, and tincture blend (African dream root, bobinsana root, blue lotus, calea z, mugwort, lemon balm, damiana) around 10:45, asleep by 11. Multiple dreams and multiple Lucids, woke up several times but the dreams continued each time, so here's the important stuff I remember. Theres a party in my apartment, lots of people are hanging out. Someone does a hit of coke in my kitchen, causing me to question the situation. I look at my hands. Tooooo many fingers. I tell someone else to look at her hands, she agrees with me, this is a dream. I go to my room to go to bed, the apartment is empty now, my roommate says something to me. I look at my hands again, yes this is still a dream. I grab some pillows off my bed, sit on the floor to meditate. Several Om Mani Padme Hums later, I open my eyes. My room is no longer my bedroom, but a concrete industrial type room with floor to ceiling windows on the two outward facing walls. This is sharper, more in focus than any lucid dream I've had in a long time, the meditation was well worth it. I decide to seek the McDouble I've been after in several of my last lucids. I turn toward the windows, expecting to break one and jump out, but to my surprise theres a window that opens easily, and a staircase leading to the ground. I walk down, and think of the task of the month. A breeze starts up, cooler and fresher than it has any right to be. As I walk through this city scape, I look at the DCs and am aware they are simply projections of my subconcious. I lock eyes with one, he knows what I am thinking. Strawberries grow like weeds against a building. I pick some, a nearby tree whacks me with its branches, these are not my strawberries. I see my families old tan van, I climb in, find Mcdonalds bags (clearly full of trash). I search one anyways, hoping to find a McDouble. My mother is in the drivers seat, says she'll take me to a McDonalds. She drives, and as she is on a collision course with a wall, I close my eyes. I open them, and now we're at McDonalds. We're so close, my McDouble dreams are coming true. I place my order, get my burger, take several bites so big I finish nearly half the sandwhich at once. No ketchup. I wander the store, find a ketchup bottle on a shelf, douse my burger, take some more bites. Perfect. I sit at a long table, my mother to my right, the people from the party filling the other seats. Soon we are all eating chocolate covered strawberries, which are much tastier than the burger. My mother and I fight about my unhealthy eating habits, but I tell her this is a dream and I can eat whatever I like. She leaves. I wake up for the final time. During one of the times I woke up, I had my usual false awakening during which I thought I was writing in my DJ, only to wake up and find out that never happened. This occurs at least once every night.
Normal | Dream | Lucid Dream Same routine, screens off at 10, mindful bed time routine including taking melotonin, raw honey and MCT oil drink, and mindfulness meditation on Headspace (Free year for the unemployed!). I made a dream plan, slept on my right side (which actually helps!) and by 11 I was already asleep. I'm with Ivy, hanging out. We settle in to watch a movie and I lay my head on her lap, she strokes my hair. I kiss her softly, her lips grazing mine felt very real. Dream fades. I'm in my apartment, doing something in my bedroom. My waterbottle was scewered by something and is leaking water. I take it to the kitchen to pour the water in the sink. The sink is full of dirty water. I drink from my bottle, the water is dirty. I think thats not right, so I do a RC. This is a dream! I announce CLARITY a few times until I'm satisfied with the sharpness of the dream. I walk around my apartment, knowing I had a plan to fly tonight. I see my cat Elton trying to get my attention and following me; this is the first time I've ever seen him in a dream but I ignore him, worried he might do something freaky if I pay too much attention to him. I visualized a beautiful dreamscape that night before going to sleep, so I try to close and open my bedroom door to lead me there. I try a few times but the door keeps opening to my room instead. The dream starts to fade but I stop what I'm doing, and restabilize by rubbing my hands together and looking around me. I try the door a few more times and still nothing. I wake up in bed, Elton wakes up next to me. He's very energetic and excited considering its 3:30, and cuddles me and starts purring, and I wonder if he was really there in the dream with me. I take my usual supplements (galantamine, red DreamLeaf pill). I decided to try Niacin as I saw it listen on DV and had some on hand. WHAT A MISTAKE. Before I'm able to fall asleep, I'm already burning and itching all over. My remaining sleep is troubled. I'm in my apartment, I get up, go to the freezer for icepacks. I lay back in bed with icepacks all over my body to relieve the INTENSE BURNING AND ITCHING I feel all over. Another dream, I check on Google how long a Niacin flush lasts. Last dream, three teenagers are sitting along a fence in the sun. They took Niacin, like they were doing drugs together. The girl in the middle is freaking out because of how hot and itchy she is. Me too, girl. Me too. I wake up at 6am, can't sleep any longer. Niacin was a terrible idea. Since my only LD came before I took my supplements, I'll try only honey and MCT oil tonight and see what my results are like. Also, what do you call it when you LD but you're in your apartment and it feels like real life? OBE? Astral Projection? False Awakening? This has happened before, and leads to some very boring LDs.
Updated 05-16-2020 at 05:43 PM by 97584
These are the three moments I achieved lucidity since the quarantine began, which all happened before I made an account. 1. I was walking along a gravel path, with someone, who exactly I don't remember. I remember seeing a green sign with white writing along the path, and realizing the words made no sense, I looked at my hands to confirm this was a dream. Clear as day, my pointer finger on my left hand split into two at the middle knuckle, and my right hand had an additional one or two fingers. I realize that YES this is a dream! Looking up, I see an amazing autumn scene around me. The gravel path goes on Northwest for a long while, and in front of me a valley of bright green grass with a row of trees with the most vivid and colorful red, orange, and yellow leaves grow along the far side of the field. I could feel the gravel crunch beneath my shoes, the warmth of the sun, the coolness of the breeze. Just as I decide to do something to influence the dream in some way, it fades away. I'm left with an overwhelming sense of peace. 2. I'm in my apartment kitchen, looking at my hands, doing a reality check. The clock on the stove isn't making any sense. I know this is a dream, but its very dull and dim. I rub my hands together, keep looking at my hands in an attempt to bring the dream into focus. I close my eyes and can't open them again, everything is black. I think, SCREW IT, and throw myself backwards, hoping to land in another dream. Instead I fall off my bed, spinning and falling in total blackness, until the dream ends and I wake up in my bed. 3. After several other vivid dreams, I find myself at a large body of water in a tropical place, possibly Nicaragua. There are wooden platforms, like docks, that start on the side of this body of water that I'm travelling from, and connect to the other shore. Along these docks are these sort of porch set ups, where people are hanging out. I'm walking across these platforms and about halfway across, I stop to look at the sea. It's stunningly blue and beautiful, and I think, yes, this is a dream. I rub my hands, count my fingers, and say CLARITY NOW several times until the scene is relatively stable and in focus. I see a boy I used to have a crush on from highschool, walk over to him, and try to kiss him. He rejects me, becomes someone else, and then I wake up, probably from the dissapointment. I wish I'd jumped into the water and gone swimming instead.