Dreaming on my feet

Another dream that's really hard to explain aside from what I wrote down, so I'll use the same method as my last DJ post.

1) Cutting down trees, cut them down to clear out a space for an area to build a house. Picking up old roots and pieces of wood from unever, loamy, dark and healthy soil with two other from where I live.

[I then wake up and read or meditate for a bit, then back to sleep]

2)Building a house without nails, and C confesses to a girl on the scene, maybe to H, using or with a stuffed animal in a cute indirect fashion which is characteristic of him. Switching to a School-ish/auditorium type building, very huge and grandeur, dark maple banisters and wall design, big off white/dark wall lamps and chandeliers, dark red or brownish wall color like the Fox theatre in Detroit. C is completely passed out drunk [he usually doesn't drink much] after being turned down. Scene loses much sensibility, I'm exploring the vast space of the hall/room with my vision, and kick a soccer ball very high and break a lamp. This all switches to me and C on stage with what appears to be a class, all dressed in tuxedos, with my dream being presented or displayed on a big projector screen, with an audience, ending in applause.

[Not sure if the whole dream was being played on that screen or if it was just part of a transition. ]

3)Dream flashback of a dream I had many years ago, like ten years again, of playing soccer at the horse race tracks downtown at my hometown, viewing the game and events from the view of a bird flying around. I'm running around after that, not sure from what, some group conflict with an older team chasing after me or something.

4)J, my sister, is in a kitchen with the lights off. Mom and dad are asleep in chairs at a table, there are three doors leading to the room, all of which are open. I walk in one of them, and Jessie is holding knives and appears to be gaurding/watching for something at the one door which leads outside. I immediately go to grab some knives, and try to find the best knives that are usually in my kitchen where I currently live. I have trouble finding the one I really want, a sharp heavy chef's knife with a black handle, but settle for a thinner one, longer and also pretty sharp, wooden handle but not as effective. I grab two actually. I am waiting for whatever is out there but it doesn't come, so I walk through the door to find out what is there, J is warning me not to go out, asks "what are you doing?" and I ask her if she wants to come along or not while walking away over a huge open grass feild on a slight hill, trees without leaves bordering the land further away, feeling of just before winter like the weather actually is now, cloudy cold and windy. There is a big log cabin about 100m away in the distance I start to walk towards it. Jessie finally leaves the room and starts to follow me, a bit of a ways back.

Two military looking vehicles pull up, like quads but with six wheels and big, camofl. They stop close to me and I tell J to run back inside and she does. One is an officer, the other a soldier type. Officer trying to like.. befriend me, decieve me despite that they are obviously antagonistic and he is being decietful. "We can all get along", but I'm not buying it and not talking at all really. I have the knives hidden behind my back, temporarily forgotten. I go closer to the gaurd, and jump up to his level, like I'm flying or floating, to intimidate him/ a show of my powers, I see his gun though and say "holy shit that's so cool!" and we nerd out about his gun, one side automatic, but the butt of the gun can kind of disconnect/dislatch and can be used as a handgun. He's explaining it to me and the officer throws me his to look at it, and I examine the gun. Looks similar to an xbox controller, really boxy but not squar, buttons similar. I keep talking about it jovially while sizing them up, then shoot the officer twice, he tries to zip away but I kill him and his vehicle flips. I immediately dives sideways, and slow motion the gaurd and I use our pistols and shoot all our clip at one another. I kill him in the end and am unharmed.

I go back inside to J and parents and thte dream fades and I begin to wake up.
**I didn't get up immediatley and record dream, didn't even move at all, which led me back into the dream scene and a FA. Testifies Alan Worsleys method of entering back into Lucid Dreams and creating multiple LD's in a row using FA RCs.

5) I'm sitting back in the kitchen I was just in with J, this time with two people I live/work with, like we're at breakfast. Same table we have, wooden, but darker and with boards instead of a big flat surface, kind of like a picnic table. I tell them I had dreams about C, and N tells me she had one about me too and begins to tell me, and I start to write hers down with a red pencil but it keeps smudging and breaking. I remember I need to record the dream I just had and appologetically interupt her and begin writing down the dream I just awoke from, in a red pencil also.. Then I realize I'm dream again and forcefully wake up and decide to record the dreams I just had since they were so intense and vivid. SO, once again I had a FA involving the kitchen where I eat breakfast and the people I'm with, and also another dream scene where I'm writing in my dream journal. Last time this happened my DJ was college lined, which is not in actuality, and this time I was writing with a red pencil, which I do not write with in actuality.

I was at a house building site earlier in the day which explains the wood clearing dream, and was in a similar location. The second dream, in the auditorium had a very intense and epic feel to it, not negative in any way though. KInd of strange.
The last one with the gaurds was similar, interesting and q uirky, potential nightmare material but didn't turn into one at all.

I must resolve to RC every time I write down something in my DJ, since I have FA and often drift back into sleep and dream that I am writing down the dream I just awoke from, almost every day even, especially if i hit snooze. This is effective especially when I don't move a muscle upon waking. Thankfully my alarm is customizable and I set it just to go off after ten/20 seconds so I can accomplish this.


Good dreaming all, hope this was entertaining.

Strange series of dreams earlier this week.

Gonna try to just directly record what I recorded in my DJ rather than interpret. See how that goes.

Flying in a circle in a room full of colors, heard a voice recite
"Flying in our dreams,
it is lucky we do not
have many doubts."

1) H, J and M, dream where my parents were trying to hook me up with a person I live with, but it was very strange/ kind of scarring feeling since I would never think of doing something like that. They set up a tape recorder and fabricated evidence of me confessing love, I tell her about this and clarify that I do like her but do not want to marry her.

2) Scene where a famliy, big extended family, all playing music together around a big piano, many instruments. I sit to join them and am welcomed because they can tell I am not having the best dreams tonight [lol] A little kid does something or keeps insisting on doing something different that makes the father angry and kind of ruins the good vibe

3a) I'm in a park, and have to pee so I go near some trees off a road, cemetary/public area feeling, and realize I am next some military school. Felt open and vast, big roads, maybe an elementary school like near where I grew up.

b) Near the school at a sidewalk and see some kids that look like deadbeats, and try to advertize explain the concept of WWOOFing/ working for education, trying to get the lazy kids to do their party in society/ do their best but not convincing them.

c) Walking along with friends past school and kids are outside, all ethnicities and races, sunny day green grass blue skies. So I feel that i want to play with them and start kicking around a soccer ball that suddensly was in the scene, which is very fun. This turns into a full fledged soccer game, with one net and many adults. I'm determined to have a good mood and break out of my funk, and while most of the game I feel like I'm not doing well, near the end I do my best and wind up scoring a goal at the last second and am victorious.


4)Breakfast at my childhood friend Joe's house, though the house doesn't look like his at all, more of a cabin. Drinking win with breakfast, and I take some sips bu tnot much. Joe leaves/ gest up and tries to get me to leave with him and says something I cannot understand. Then his Grandpa, who looks like Danny Devito comes upstairs decked out in hunting gear, saying tha's what the guys of their family do to get good spirits.

Funny thing is that all the dreams near the same school were divided by the rest of the other dreams, never in sequence, though they all took place near the same area. I woke up from the soccer dream, which was the last of the night, feeling great after just having scored and goal and won the game.

I find it interesting/funny that a common theme/ action of many of my dream characters was to make me feel better/ get out of the irritable mood that I was in during all of my dreams. I like that, and now that I look back must have been because I have been concentrating on not letting simple stupid things get me angry and dwelling on the things that do get me frusterated. Power of mind and meditation.

This dream actually took place the night before my previous entry.

It feels like it's been forever since my last lucid, but it's only been five days! Crazy, after not having been able to have a lucid for a full year. I've got to keep myself relaxed I think, and not pressure myself too much on progress, try to just stimulate my imagination and have fun with it all. I have a tendency to to bury my mind too much into one task and stress myself out about it, which results in -bad dreams, bad attitude, avoidance of the tast, and most importantly, no lucids! So that last two days I've kind of taken a break from dream research and just done casual RCs and not trying to do MILDS, just focused on getting a good night sleep and relaxing before bed, which did well since I recalled like.. six dreams last night? Which is more than usual. Don't want to burn out.

Anyway. Much love to all. I've been reading C. Jung's Memories, Dreams and Reflections and it's a FABULOUS book regarding one man's experience of his dream and inner conscious, and how dedicated he was to examining his own experiences and the ethical and moral responsibility he felt toward discovering his own true nature, for the sake of his patients and the benifit of humanity. A superb and inspiring book to any dreamers.. or just anybody.