Voyages of a Skywalker

I am in my dream house or some version of it.
Mom and I are going somewhere.
She's waiting for me outside.
I need one last thing before I go.
I head upstairs.
I hear a voice saying "Mary is up there."
I know instantly that they mean upstairs in the dark room.
I am outside using my dream body to bounce up and survey the windows of the upstairs.
Looking for a sign of Mary.
I'm scared that I'll see something.
The top room in dream house, I have only maybe reached once.
I know that this is what they mean.
She is in the room that is very difficult to reach.
A room in my dream home that I've thought about many times.
The tower.
Is Mary in the tower?
I am upstairs (not the top) and I need to get down to my mother.
There is a wonky staircase with three to four long, straight, skinny poles jutting out as some kind of banister.
My mom is holding the ends of the poles down so I can slide my way downstairs.
I tell her to be careful.

October .20th .2012

MAP 3.25

"Out in the Cold"
Keywords: $5 Bill, packed bag, travel.
I remember having packed a bag. Somewhere in this bag was a $5 bill. I remember thinking about driving but knowing my vision was bad. I was in a place that reminded me of my grade school in the country. Could this be dream school? I consider camping out in the parking lot until morning, but know I would get cold and bored. There is a man around whom I know and is very sympathetic to me.
Players & Connections: Myself and a familiar DC.
Event Sequence:

1. Pack bag
2. Assess packed bag
3. Question driving ability
4. Recognize familiar setting
5. Analyze possible plan of action

Symbolism: Money lost in chaos
Signposts: None recognized
Questions: Why was I so early to the school? What was I doing there in the first place? Why didn't I just leave as opposed to waiting in the cold?
Thoughts, feelings, and guesswork: None presently.
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October .21st .2012

MAP 4

Mantras;

1. I attract dreams that help me master conscious out-of-body exploration.
2. I am a spiritual body capable of experiencing dimensions beyond physical existence.
3. I have the ability to separate from my body, return safely and remember.

"Floaty Pants & a Hand of Glass"
Keywords: Waterfront, crowd of people, green grass, chaos near the kitchen.
I am walking down a path next to a large lake. I feel like I can see the other side of the lake in the far off. There is a man in some sort of hovering circle contraption. He was hovering there and the bottom of the device was a large pair of closed-bottom pants. They were inflated and my dream mind paid close attention to this area, which made me feel that the pants part was keeping him afloat.
I am at the Caldwell house and I'm near the kitchen and there is chaos. I crash into things, maybe my dream self coping with some external noise. I cut my hand on one of those spiral energy-saving light bulbs that has shattered on the floor. I think I may have fell, hand first, into the bulb while it was on the cold, tile floor. Handsome Caldwell is there by my side, helping me clean the glass out of my would and comforting me. His hand around my shoulder.
Players & Connections: Myself and S.Caldwell
Event Sequence:

1. Walking lake-side.
2. Notice man hovering in air.
3. Inspect hovering contraption.
4. Report findings to random DC's.
5. Enter Caldwell house.
6. Time-lapse/chaos
7. Injure hand.
8. Inspect injury.
9. Receive sympathy from DC 1.

Symbolism: None discovered.
Signposts: None discovered.
Questions: What is the significance of the hovering pants device?
Thoughts, feelings, and guesswork: I find DC 3 attractive in real life. This may have just been a fantasy dream.

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October .26th .2012

MAP 5

"Nesting"
Waiting for an army of bad entities/people. Only a matter of time. Trying to outsmart them. Filling the doorway with pillows and blankets. I remember that I brought them all in a few loads up the stairs at first, to the landing bed. I got the idea mid-task to fill the cubby at the bottom of the steps. So I fill the space with layer after layer of soft squish. At one point I find all of my animals are cuddling on it together. So cute! I remember looking out (possibly with my third eye) and seeing that a horde of bad guys was nearing and it was only a matter of time before they would reach our house. I don't think we were hopeless. The squishy spot below the stairs was some par of an effort to be safe against the horde. If only to make us more comfortable.
Players & Connections: My animals and the theme of comfort/safety.
Event Sequence:

1. Deliver items upstairs.
2. Get idea.
3. Build a nest.
4. Analyze threat
5. Discover pets in nest.

Symbolism: Nest/womb of pillows and blankets
Signposts: ???
Questions: Why am I the only one handling the situation.
Thoughts, feelings, and guesswork: I saw a silly video of all these animals cuddled up together in a big dog bed. I'm pretty sure the image of my animals all huddled together was a manifestation of that experience. This dream is also another example of my problem-solving dream awareness. I seem to become lucid when I am needed.

October .18th .2012

MAP 1

Mantras;

1. I attract dreams that help me astrally project.

NOTE: I have omitted two of the suggested mantras because I think I've got a grasp on their intended goals. They basically drill the dream journaling routine in your brain. I've got that covered.

"Nuked Blues"
Keywords: high heels, k**** high school, activities sign-up.
I am taking a friend upstairs to see Ferguson. When we get to him, I see that he is in bad shape. As if someone stuck him in the microwave. I am surprised and embarrassed at the state of him.
Players & Connections: A close friend
Event Sequence:

1. Up the stairs
2. Inspect the plant
3. Question reality
4. Accepted reality
5. Embarrassed by failure

Symbolism: Seemingly literal.
Signposts: Poor quality reefer.
Questions: Why was I embarrassed by the state of the plant as opposed to just upset.
Thoughts, feelings, and guesswork: I prematurely trimmed a tiny piece of Ferguson to test. I used a quick-dry method involving a low powered microwave session. I'm guessing that this dream was telling me that if my plant turns out unimpressive, I can not know if it was my premature trim job, the nature of the plant etc.

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MAP 2 Omitted
MAP 3

Mantras;

1. I am a spirit body, capable of experiencing dimensions beyond this.
2. I have the ability to separate from my body, return safely and remember.

"Potluck"
Keywords: Party, food, embarrassment.
I find myself at a party. I believe it is at some version of Ken and Suzette's. There are countless dishes of food. Amanda C. and Guy are here. They are together. I think I ask her if she's out of Ashland for good. I'm sitting on the couch eating the plate I've made; mac & cheese, stuffing; a roll shaped like a hot dog bun. I remember being one of the first to eat after the food was set out. I see a funny shaped glass bowl. It has many contours and etched lines. I realize I'm at my dream home when I'm standing outside the living/dining room area. I have a ladle full of some sort of beef stew. I taste the edge. I consider rinsing the ladle off in the theoretical sink. I probably would have just put it back but I sense someone saw me and it's my oldest sister. She is in the room to my left, partially hidden by a white wall partition. She sits in the corner of an over sized, maybe sectional couch. We exchange words. I'm embarrassed that she caught me double dipping and try to laugh it off. She tells me that she will bring me a bowl to put the soup I've touched in.
Players & Connections: My older sister and overeating.
Event Sequence:

1. At gathering
2. Run into DC 1 and 2.
3. Question DC 2 concerning real-life events.
4. Assess and select food.
5. Sit and eat.
6. Question ethical behavior.
7. Sense entity.
8. Converse with DC 3.

Symbolism: 1st to eat,
Signposts: Poor decisions met with shame.
Questions: What's going on brain?
Thoughts, feelings, and guesswork: CLASSIFIED

I thought it was appropriate that I post a new method I'm trying here in my journal. The original post is located here AERC: Amplified Emotional Reality Check.

I. I propose that the amplified emotion reality check may be a highly effective means in attaining lucidity during the dreamstate.

II. In my research, there has been a stable, broad margin of success with both the most popular (i.e. using a computer, mirror check) as well as personally tailored (i.e. Every time I see my dog sparky) reality checks.

A method that spoke loudly to me was emotional analysis.

Emotion, in its most general definition, is a neural impulse that moves an organism to action, prompting automatic reactive behavior that has been adapted through evolution as a survival mechanism to meet a survival need. That being said I feel that this method could potentially be one of the most natural and adaptable reality checks (especially for the beginner). It is hardly difficult to find yourself in a heightened emotional state in these times. One simply turns to a news network of their choice, for a melting pot of ups, downs and oh my!'s.

I propose that we take full advantage of these neurological hills and valleys and see: where, how fast and how efficiently they lead us in the end.


III. My proposed method will focus on being conscious of when these ten (possibly more) emotions present themselves, and proceed to carry out a simple (i.e. finger through palm) reality check.

1. Allowing adequate time for exercising/adapting acute emotional awareness.

A. Posting a list of common emotions in areas throughout your living space that you will see and be conscious of.

B. Use television, books, movies and other 3rd party media sources to practice (probably the biggest source of emotion in existence right now).

C. Document the most memorable emotional instances and the appropriate label i.e (anger, joy, fear) in your dream journal.

D. Review results nightly before bed.

Note: I know this is not a new concept but I wanted to tailor a method that could someday be used by beginning LDers. The structure for the method came from my successive failure with reality checks. Looking at my dream journal, it seemed the consistency was not so much in the signs but my feelings toward the action. I seemed to become lucid when there was a problem to be solved time and again. Or when I was crying both happy tears and heartbroken ones. I find a lot of real-life RC's are too hard for my wandering Sagittarius mind to handle. I always forget to look in the mirror, I don't wear a watch. Some of the simplest ones that seem to work so well for many are just too...how can I say...unimportant for me to remember to do them. I don't know if I said that right. I'm the type of person that in order to be motivated, has to have good reason and almost, I hate to say it, incentive. It kind of shows with my dream sign (solving problems), in that I was needed, I didn't just observe, I was being useful and engaged. And naturally, since I feel most emotion when I'm engaged, I decided to put it to the test.

I would love your thoughts, especially anyone who has worked with emotion-specific RC's in the past.

Keela

Whenever I start to focus on dreamwork which seems to be about a two year cycle, I find myself trying so hard that the first few days are dreamless. This is frustrating but you'd think I'd learn from the past and have comfort in knowing this dry spell will pass.

Happy dreaming and bountiful patience to you all!

I am in a plane inside of a plane. On a U shaped track. The track ends back inside of the plane. Being John Malckovich style. It is the entrane to a man's mind. As I near his earlobe, I grow smaller, as does the plane.

I am in the same school as usual. The high school that I usually forget my locker combo, my class schedule, yadda yadda yadda...Only this time I have a new confidence. I impress a teacher in the teachers lounge with my big ideas and wealth of knowledge. The other teachers fawn after me as I leave the lounge to go dominate another day at school.

I am suddenly in the middle of the kitchen, watching as my mom bends down to grab something from the fridge. It is the glass jar of Essiac. She pours herself a glass and shoots it down the hatch.

We are at a big party. Amber C. is here and a bunch of other girls I know. It seems that most are girls but there are definitely some boys lingering. We are doing a loft of moving. There is a different movement to mimic/practice/execute in each section of the house. The secret room is here, at least "a" secret room is here. I open the door and there is a fireplace and big stuffy armchairs. It seems no one knows about the room. A second time I peer in, a woman gives me a sneaky smile and locks the door. I intuitively know I can get in though, whenever I wish.

Upstairs there are men feeding on girls like vampires. I do not spend too much time up here but I don't remeber feeling any fear. Everything seemed normal and not taboo. At one point I cannot find any of my friends. I fear that either
a) they have left early without me or
b) ther vampire like men have gotten to them.

I check the hidden room (reconfirming my aforementioned premonition) and they are not there. So I grab my shoes, which is somewhat of a dillema because at this point I am quite lucid and have to decide which shoes are the most logically fit for a quick getaway. I don't recoginze any of the shoes as mine but am confident that I can have my pick because afterall, I'm dreaming. I pick a pair of checkered tennis shoes that are multicolored and remind me of a pair Amanda C. has. I head outside to put them on, which is very difficult. Outside I sit on a curb to put on the shoes. I feel safer out here in the open. The curb is concrete, white concrete. Mid shoeing, I see my companions come out of the door behind me. I don't understand but I figure that I started loking for them before I as very lucid so I must have just missed them. I decide to ask anyway and find out that they have been in the basement. Amber tells me that there is a whole set of rooms down there. She was in a room working on her core strength.

I am with a group of friends at a movie theater. I feel like we're going to see something special like Harry Potter, or some fantasy flick. My group needs to do something before we head into our film and I know that if I don't go now, I will not be pleased with my seat. So I make some sort of excuse to do something like go to the bathroom or I just ninja my way in the door before anyone has time to notice. Suddenly I am in a large mass of people all trying to enter the theater. I struggle around for a bit but eventually find a good seat. Staring at the screen I notice my vision is blurry. This triggers nistant lucidity (for I wear contacts and glasses in real life). This was the internal dialogue that followed:

Do I have my contacts in?
Of course I do I'm at a movie theater.
I wouldn't go see a movie without vision.
I can't see the screen very clearly so I must be in a dream movie theater.
If I'm in a dream does my vision need altering?
Does it dpend on my lucidity?
Wait...OMG...I'm dreaming!"

*wakes up

I am in a large building. I have a room there. Late in the experience I notice a door has appeard next to my room in the long gray hallway. I open up the tall gray metal door to a strange room with shelves and shelves of food supplies. I go to joyously exclaim my findings to my roomate when I get the sense of danger. Someone very bad is in the hallway. I might even see them if the door was closed and my blind spot were elimintated. They know I'm on the other side. A man in uniform appears.

I a m participating in some gathering. My mother is here. We sit on some sort of skateboard esque vehicle, on our butts. We slide down a windy forest highway, holding hands. My mom pulls me in closer to her, avoiding the traffic on either side of us.

I am in this house. I know it, but it's been a while. There are beds everywhere, as if the owners were accomodating many guests. I get the sense that this may be the last time I get to be here. Amanda C. is here. She is in a room that is failiar to me.
Two couches very close to each other.
Small room, crowded.
Low lit.
Electronics with their messy cords.
I lose my camera. Suddely it's night and I feel alone in the house. I'm not scared just anxious to know where everyone is. I walk around in the dark until I am upstairs. There is a large room just before two smaller rooms that are side by side. I don't think these rooms have doors. Only door frames. I enter the room to the right, and find someone is sleeping. I feel this is a young woman, one who lives here. The daughter of the owners possibly. I leave the room and house. I find myslef in a wooded area. I follow the sounds of talking, laughter and music. I find a crowd of people, some familiar. They all seem to be sitting on a raised platform of some kind. Like the bed of a semi-truck or a dock. My mom is also here. She is sitting on someone's lap, a man. She is glowing with happiness. I see my father and realize that this group is comprised mostly of musicians. It's dark and they are partying it up. I see Ryan H. up on the platform. I don't want to talk to him because
a) I dont think he'll remember me and
b) I just don't want the small talk right now.
There is a small black boy telling a joke. The joke has something to do with the 80's and the band New Edition. I pretend to laugh uncontrolably so Ryan doesn't think that I recognize him (oh dream logic).

Note: My father was a musician.

In the lodge of sorts. In my room I put too much stress on my red curtains. The section comes down. I hold the bar, attempting to fix it but soon come to believe it is a lost cause. A piece is broken/missing. I see a cat who I realize is Nala.

We come face to face and I begin to remember that she is dead. In my room I am in bed naked and Alexander crawls in next to me also naked. He spoons me and I can feel his smooth skin and th great warmth radiating from it. Suddenly I remember that his sweetheart is just outisde my room. The room with one missing curtain. I mildly panic, worried she can see us. Alexander doesn't seem a bit worried. I spot Kova. I pick her up and take her to the long couch where Alexanders' sweeheart sits. I give her the cat to play with and she seems very pleased.


Note: Kova is my cat, sister of Nala.

In a cafeteria I am at a long table spread with food. I'm having a hard time deciding what to put on my very small plate. After choosing three of four items, one more table of food is set out. For a moment I am worried that there won’t be enough room. I occurs tome that I can place my smaller plate on a bigger plate. It is announced to me that if I have a hard time deciding, there will be guidance available to me.

I'm in a house with my sister and we are almost hiding out. I can feel that there are very few life forces around. Maybe a few other families on a big, sandy colored suburban block of Las Vegas style, upper-middles class houses. There is a war/fight going on in the sky. It is night time. Out of the large living room windows I can see formations of flying fighter crafts deploying to some unknown mission. Are they on our side? I don't think so. I know it's not safe here and at any moment we could be attacked. It seems my sister is unaware of this or doing very well do ignore the threat. A man knocks on my door. He is a shorter brown man with black hair and a moustach. I think he's Indian. I immediatly and suspicious of him, and he invites me to a meetup a short distane from here at an abandoned Taco Bell. Here we will learn about the threat and current conditions. I don't believe him. He leaves and a short time later, his wife knocks on my door. She is brown like him and she has some thawed out bags of meat to give me; tilapia, shrimp and something else. I take them graciously even though I don't eat meat. I understand that food is sparse. She asks me how I am and I feel I must mention the meeting with her husband. She acts as though she doesn't know what I'm talking about but I can tell she does. I can see her husband watching us behind her through the door.

Papa and I sit and compare how different the new and old Windows operating systems are. He shows me the position of the old delete key compared to the new one. He seems very amused by this.

Maya and I are in a house. Mom. This house is long and narrow. There is a yellow white lighting to the place like there are a lot of lamps overhead and about. It is crowded and cluttered. We are playing a game. I cannot recall how we entered the game but there is a dark, authoritative figure present and the game begins. We are chased and harassed by two huge dogs. Like pit bull, greyhound, wolf hybrids. They have snarling teeth and dirty mugs.

We are scratched and bitten but never mortally or even severely wounded. I spot a large stuffy sofa below and open window. I look to a bite/scratch on my finger and see it bloody and bubbling with pus. Out the window is another row type house and and average neighborhood. Now I am lucidly aware that this is very much got the feel of my birth house on Alberta. We jump out the window onto the stuffy chair.