Zechariah's Dream Journal

I meantioned in a forum post, I've been experimenting with apples and apple juice for a couple days and have had some great success with the number of dreams that I'm able to have in one period of sleep. Last night's first dreams started out like this;

My mother and I were visiting her friend in Europe. We had stopped in a cafe' and had lunch with whoever her friend was, I don't remember the breakfast scene but somehow I knew what her friend looked like. My memory of the dream starts with us about to head back to America. But before we started back, my mom wanted to show me around this little town of diners that were all replicas of iconic eateries around the world. They had some very pretty looking places, I specifically remember one my mom pointed out. It was three stories high, and more yellow than the yellow brick road. I'm just getting to the good part now though, for some reason, we were doing all of this in a high tech motored parasailing vehicle! We flew over europe for awhile, but then set off over the waters back home. (In the dream, I guess you could internationally travel within just a few minutes. I wasn't think very hard. It was just a fun experience). Near the end it became a little less fun when I realized I didn't have much of a hold onto the vehicle. The straps were hard to explain, but I think at one point I ended up literally holding myself up on rigid strings.

The last dream I had during my nap today was a journey to meet my brother at his house. The trip started out with actual streets I'm familiar with, but after awhile I got caught up in the setting so much I didn't notice that the reason why I never got there was because the roads after a certain cross street turned into a random dream zone. The interesting part of this dream, is I was riding a white bear. Not just any white bear though. He came from one of my favorite video-games League of Legends. Volibear , "The Thunder's Roar". And, interestingly enough my dream mixed both League of Legends with the mount movements of World of Warcraft. I was riding him like a mount on WoW, but I activated his sprinting ability most of the way there, crossing intersections with cars going by like normal. Can't believe I didn't notice this was a dream, but whatever.
When we sprinted, "Phage" activated. An ability on LoL that has an animation of red flame coming from the characters limbs. Without playing these games, this dream probably wouldn't make sense to most. But I thoroughly enjoyed riding a magical bear through the streets of Long Beach.

The lucid part of this dream didn't last as long as I wanted it too, but it was so refreshing. The dream setting started out pretty interesting- this is an old T.V. show so I don't know if anyone will understand the reference. There was a Jackie Chan Adventures themed fight going on in my back yard that led to my lucidity this time. Before going to sleep, I was thinking a lot about that show hoping to maybe get to re-live some of my childhood dreams about it. Yesterday I looked it up and watched the final episode out of nostalgia. During this fight one of the main characters Tohru busted the brick wall around my house, but I didn't mind... because it was Tohru.
Anyways, a little time had past and I ran outside of my gate to see where the commotion had gone. I guessed that they had moved the battle to another part of the town. At that point I was put in a bad mood, I realized I didn't get to use any of the talismans or powers that were being traded off by the warriors- and all I was stuck with were the awed by-standers, and these two random school kids that kept on walking around asking if they could trade some coins for something. They had asked everyone around here multiple times throughout the dream, I have no idea what that was about. I decided to ask them what they were trying to buy off of everyone, they answered probably six times without saying the same answer once. The school kid's answers, mixed with the thought of wishing I would have used some of the Jackie Chan Adventures talismans instantly made me realize that I was in a dream. The kids were still trying to talk to me but I flew up and away, realizing it didn't matter. Just then I noticed I began to fly too fast, maybe I was too excited to start off without routing myself in the dream first. So I began to fall back down so I could calmly get used to dream realm without losing grip so quickly. That's where it went bad. I started losing control of where I could look and where I could move. I think that this could be attributed to the state of my sleep, sometimes when I'm dreaming- I begin to lose control and vividness if my physical body isn't feeling well. I got to the ground and found myself in a place that I now will always remember. I've been there countless times in other dreams, but I didn't notice how repeditive it was until now. It's a very beautiful and colorful forest with hundred-feet-tall trees that always(!) forms itself if I begin a flying dream near my house where I'm lacking in control still. Some green trees, some red trees, and some other small variations, it's beautiful. What's strange to me is this time, I flew down to the ground and the last thing I saw as the dream showed me my focus wasn't cutting it yet- in the forest was a submarine that I've seen there before. The last time I saw it, I had to look around quite a bit first- but there it was. Half submerged into the ground surrounded by shrubs and rocks. I thought it was so strange that I forgot this place. I guess it's my brains way of telling me goodbye. I have made it past that forest before, but it takes a lot and this dream wasn't up for it. I had one other noteably awesome dream after this one that I'll write down in a bit.

I haven't been dreaming a lot, but last night I remember a tiny fragment of a dream. I walked into my restroom feeling disoriented and picked up my anxiety pills. I don't know why I did what I did next, but I picked up the pills and took a few more than I should have. I knew it was too much. Then after swallowing them I came to my senses and wished I didn't. Good thing it was just a dream.

Also I remember taking a sip of a drink that I don't currently have in my fridge. Just a couple fragments for today.

I also had a second dream this morning that I didn't have time to record. It was very short. My brother Jeremy and I were standing at a kitchen counter. He was making food, I guess it was his kitchen- even though it was just a random dream kitchen. I looked to my left and an old aquantance of ours walked up and stood next to me. I remembered that I didn't like him very much, and that our other good friend Bob owed him a punch to the face that he never ended up recieving. I remembered telling Bob a long time ago that if Bob didn't want to, that guy was enough of a douche to deserve a good punch and even I would give it to him if need be. So I stood there thinking about taking the swing...

The guy turned to face me, and his character changed into someone I'd never met before. A somewhat stout looking asian guy. In the dream I thought to myself, oh... the lighting must have played tricks on me. Now that I think about it, it wasn't the lighting- just a dream.

Again, yesterday was a rough day. Hopefully punching people won't be the theme of my dreams tonight.

So my mother, sister and I were down the street about a mile from my house. My mother was standing in front of a box store right next to one of my favorite book stores and I get the impression she was arranging something for their window display. Rose(Sister) and I were sitting on the curb and I got a brilliant idea to write down. I began to write out this idea on the sidewalk using my blood with the begining letters "F - U", but then I forgot what I was writing. I also didn't think it was weird to be using blood to write, I'm not even sure where it was coming from.
I stared at my two letters and wondered so hard what I was just about to write. I needed to finish it, otherwise it would just look like I was writing a big F U on the sidewalk. As I sat there pondering, a young man walked up to us. Blonde, about my heighth. Douchey looking, with a hip tank top and skater shorts. He started going on and on about how rediculous and idiotic we were for putting graffiti all over that area. He took a rag and started whiping some actual graffiti off the post next to us even though that had nothing to do with us. I only wrote two letters. He wouldn't stop going on and on about it, so I walked up to him informing him if he didn't shut his **** mouth, I would beat the **** out of it. (I had a rough day prior to going to sleep, I can see where the aggression came from). He continued to run his mouth, and then said it was fine if I came at him. He put his hand up as if I was going to hit him, so I grabbed it and threw him onto this back. That was the end of the dream.

This dream was short, but interesting none the less. It started out with my fourty year old brother Jason taking me too my old elementry school where he taught a fourth grade class (In real life he's a military chapelain). We walked into his class, and it was so strange and colorful. All of the kids were on computers with headphones on doing these strange learning excersizes. I looked over at Jason and said, "Wow dude, this is a lot different then when I was in school. This looks like what me and my friends got together to do on the weekends, but with more computer games."
He laughed, and we talked for a bit in the class. I made a mildly offensive joke that he laughed at, which was a bit out of his character in real life. Later, I was by myself in my yard. I found a scooter with bright red wheels that my sister was selling in a yardsale and started riding around on it. This dream obviously came from me thinking about how I miss scooters the other day. They're so practical...

It was a pretty fast pase dream. I believe my role in it began as the head of the royal gaurd, in charge of personally escorting Queen Amidala to her safe room on the second floor of the castle. It started out fairly fast pace, there was an eminent assasination attempt in the process, and we hurrying threw the palace.
Running up a flight of stairs, we encountered one of her hand-maids that began to distract us- i kept running and informed the women of what was going on. She ran right behind me, both of us on the protective side of the Queen (Between her and the open pillars we ran past). At every turn I informed them both to keep their heads down.
We got to the end of the long outside isle and ran into the palace. Inside the palace there was a safe room, probably about twenty feet long and wide. The two of them waited as I walked out and signalled success to the gaurd. When I walked back in, Queen Amidala's character was being played by my wife. She got a lot more farmiliar and friendly, still being the Queen of course. She told me to come sit next to her. We sat down in safety,

I put my arm around the Queen.

So, for the past fiew days I've been dabbling in different induction methods of lucid dreaming. Last night though, after quite an unhealthy dry spell of my lucid's I told my wife to wake me up around three in the morning when she would be going to sleep. She woke me up, I had a glass of water and a little talk- and then attempted to combine the WBTB, WILD, and audio induction methods all at the same time to try to overdrive my mind into remembering to remain conscious.
And praise God it did! I became lucid in a dream of my own house. My wife and I walked into the restroom, and for the sake of my enphatuation with both her and the state of being lucid, I excitedly started explaining the mechanics of what was going on to her dream character. I told her, once we open that door- we can be anywhere, doing anything we want. It's up to you.
She simply said, "I want to go back in time. Two days.". Naturally, that sounds rediculous when you have the full arsonal of my subconscious on the loose in our current realm, but I went a long with it because of it's special meaning. Yesterday, in the day time we had gotten into the worst fight of our relationship. It was a stammering, on the edge conflict that nearly broke us appart, but we made it through with an even stronger stride. So I opened the door, and we went back in time. Before we fought. Before we said things. It was a nice dream to have, even though it completely distracted me from my dream-state studies. I would have it again if I could. After that I had a false awakening, told my wife's second dream character about the first dream, and then it got strange and unorganized. There were a scene where her and I pulled into a dead end street with a bunch of husky Charlie's Angel looking guys parked around my truck (I don't have a truck in real life). One of them came up to me and started talking shit. So I reached for my keys, closed my door and took off. I think I ran over his foot, because him and a group of his friends started riding towards me. I turned out on the main freeway, just to realize that the freeway had turned into a mall... I was driving my truck through a mall, accedently hitting people. So I skidded to a stop, and walked up to a desk where... my wife and I began to casually go about banking business. Then later after a somewhat dark period, I remember being down the street from my house at night time. It was halloween, or something like that I suspected. It was an eerie setting, things started touch me out of nowhere and taunt me so I began walking away and noticed little stuffed dolls on the ground as if someone had been chucking them towards me. Half way back to my house I noticed a group of idiot teenagers giggling about it, so I climbed up the fense about to confront them- but instead just laughed it off and went home. I had some later dreams, but nothing concrete enough to report on. Thanks for reading!

Entry #1

I was walking down a sidewalk that lead all the way around a large circular bay. The area was an industrious kind, with average sized sky scrapers and corperation buildings. The immediate view made the dream what it turned out to be.
I knew I was in my head, but this place was too serene and beautiful to lose any surreal value. Lifting up in the air, I looked around to see a cruise ship docked in the water bellow me, and I decided to warm up with the simpler push and pull movements. I reached my hand towards the ship to direct of movement and it began to slide forward and gain speed- all until it crashed on the other side of the bay, shattering a wooden dock and part of the sidewalk it was connected to. So I flew over the clearest of layered waters I’ve seen first hand, towards a building that needed to be changed, all the while trying to figure how I was going to change it, and attempting to convince myself I already knew how to change it.
Because of the amplified thought process dreams bring, if you find a reason to believe that you are already capable of accomplishing a certain feat, you’ll be suprised at what revalations you might have in the mechanics of getting it done. Is that an answer to induction of revelation?- and is it the entrance to a unlocking a larger percentage of the brain mass we don’t consciously use?

Entry #1

I was walking down a sidewalk that lead all the way around a large circular bay. The area was an industrious kind, with average sized sky scrapers and corperation buildings. The immediate view made the dream what it turned out to be.
I knew I was in my head, but this place was too serene and beautiful to lose any surreal value. Lifting up in the air, I looked around to see a cruise ship docked in the water bellow me, and I decided to warm up with the simpler push and pull movements. I reached my hand towards the ship to direct of movement and it began to slide forward and gain speed- all until it crashed on the other side of the bay, shattering a wooden dock and part of the sidewalk it was connected to. So I flew over the clearest of layered waters I’ve seen first hand, towards a building that needed to be changed, all the while trying to figure how I was going to change it, and attempting to convince myself I already knew how to change it.
Because of the amplified thought process dreams bring, if you find a reason to believe that you are already capable of accomplishing a certain feat, you’ll be suprised at what revalations you might have in the mechanics of getting it done. Is that an answer to induction of revelation?- and is it the entrance to a unlocking a larger percentage of the brain mass we don’t consciously use?