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02/28/15 Most of my lucids with my Dad in them has been as if he was in a heaven of his own making This one was odd. This was more like seeing him in a state of melancholy and personal fear. He was sitting on the deck above his water garden. He was telling me about how he had gotten very sick and was afraid he may die. I did not tell him that in waking life he had died suddenly in his sleep. While we talked he was looking into a small pond/bucket and all manner of small creeping animals were dying. They had somehow got too much of something and were being poisoned. He looked up suddenly and yells "oh no, you are being swarmed by bees!' Bees start to swarm me, but I ignore them. He yells again, "the deck is burning, something was forgotten and now the fire is spreading!" I look and the deck is smoldering. Quickly the fire spreads. He just sits looking miserable. I summon a house and put out the flames. He goes back to talking about how he thinks he may be dying.

I had a dream about this giant ice rink that had been built out of snow/igloo blocks at the edge of my subdivision. Something to do with my dad, grandfather, hot cocoa and skating around the inside. It was lit up on the inside.

For some reason, I find it hard to stay invested in this NLD. It was sort of lacking content.

...

Something to do with being on a train, somehow connected to this dream. I do seem to dream about trains an awful lot given I've only ridden one a couple times in my life.


I was with a crew undergoing a manned survey of Mars. Our lander touched down not far from [One of Mars' largest volcanoes]. We had a crew of six people total. I don't recall any names, genders, etc. Just that there were six of us.

The lander came equipped with both an Ariel surveyor plane as well as a mobile analysis lab. Each one of these vehicles could hold two people, and the remaining two would stay with the lander.

I got put on the crew to fly the airplane. Now the areal surveyor was launched from some kind of rail cannon on the lander so that it would have enough speed to fly in the thin atmosphere. But when It launched us there was some kind of malfunction and we had to land asap.

I saw that we were going 411. Miles per hour? Meters per second? I don't know. I tried to gently nose the plane down. I was somehow able to see third person perspective and see that the landing gear was about to touch down in the red sand.

We touched the ground briefly before flying off a sand dune like a ramp. I saw that our speed was now 123. We hit the ground, but one of the landing gear hit a rock and we rolled over. The air surveyor was destroyed, but me and the other astronaut somehow survived.

But we had a new problem. We now only had the life support in our space suits to support us. Even if the mobile lab drove at full speed, they wouldn't be halfway to us by the time we were long dead.

I actually became a little bit lucid here, and remembered that I had the ability to summon Sir Chuggingloaf. (Read this ancient dream to know who that is.)

I don't know why I was thinking of that character, since he has only appeared one other time and it was over 10 years ago, but sure enough, I saw him fly down from the upper atmosphere. Only, in this dream, he wasn't a train, but rather a spaceship. Rather than a train gondola, he had a rocket booster and wings. He also had windows in his side.

A ramp opened up. Somehow, I was now with a large party of astronauts (10+ of them) and we were all getting inside of the flying bread spaceship. I didn't get in.

I also remember him looking like a cartoon superimposed on what had thus far been a very realistic looking dream. He smiled and flew off into the sky with everyone inside of him.

Interpretations: Any dream that involves talking bread spaceships is beyond my ability to interpret. I do seem to dream of being on Mars a lot. I wonder why that is.

Black: Non-dream
Blue: Non-lucid
Red: Lucid

Dream 1 - In a desert (LD)
I wasn't sure if this was a lucid dream at first, my recall for it was quite bad... I thought that I might have just had a dream about a lucid dream or something O_O. I was walking up a desert road, I think I looked at my hands and noticed I was dreaming, I felt that it was a really strong lucid dream (which sucked because I can't really remember it and it was early in the night so it didn't last long) which was stable and had a high amount of clarity. I decided to test my control of the area around me, at first I tried to shape a small pyramidal dune of sand into a large square/rectangle. This was extremely hard for some reason, but I was managing to slowly control the shape of the sand dune... I think I woke up shortly after this because like I said, it was quite early in the night and the dream stage didn't last long.

Dream 2 - getting tested by an eftpos machine
So I remember being in the geology department of a building, it seemed to be a white-coat kind of lab. I had bumped into another geologist who was bald or something. A time/space jump occurs and I'm in front of a eftpos machine, except it seems to be testing me, and the bald guy is going through a similar experience. I get 18/19 for my score, he gets 13/17 (didn't notice that the total amount you could earn wasn't meant to be different sadly, didn't get lucid ). His son comes up and helps him out and punches in some buttons, I don't remember much after this.

Dream 3 - Unknown
There WAS another dream that I fully remembered having between the dreams above, but I completely forgot it randomly before >_<

I’m no golfer (more a gopher), but I did manage to recognize that my game was a bit off, and beyond ridiculous, so I became lucid in this Dream Induced Lucid Dream (DILD). Here’s what happened.

An old friend and I were at a golf course in Calgary on this cloudy, fall day. I watch him tee off and make a perfect swing (Smack!), sending the ball sailing down the field. My turn! I walked up the teeing ground, stuck my tee halfway into the earth, and placed the golf ball on top. As I rose to stand, and very unexpectedly, the entire teeing ground became covered in about 3 inches of ice cubes, and my friend said, “Ah, that’s better! Now it’s nicely iced.” It was indeed nicely iced and I slipped and fell onto my side, and then I scrambled to get back up onto my feet because it was freezing cold! My golf ball was buried in ice cubes, so I leaned over to sweep the ice cubes away from my ball, but I accidently knocked the golf ball off the tee.

I dug around in the ice and found my golf ball, but now my tee was gone. I asked my friend to help me find it, and he reached down into the ice cubes and pulled out a wood screw. He said, “Here it is!”, and he threw it at my face, and it bounced off my forehead and went back into the ice cubes. That wasn’t a very nice thing to do, I thought. I dug around and soon found my gulf tee. I placed it back in the earth and placed my ball on top. I stood back up to take my swing, but then my gulf ball turned into a lawn bowling ball! I thought ‘what on Earth’ is going on around here? I kicked the bowling ball of the golf tee and placed another golf ball on top of it. I gazed down at the green, and I saw that it was behind some rolling hills, and we were surrounded by suburbia. As I swung my driver backwards, in preparation for my swing, it hit a square cement post that had magically appeared on the teeing ground. Okay, I get it! This has got to be dream! There’s no way waking life could possibly be this messed up. I’m Lucid.

My friend was hiding behind the cement post, so I peeked around the corner, and looked him right in the eyes. Now his eyes were glowing silvery blue. Not his regular eye color, and since when do people’s eyes glow? I stayed calm, and decided to hide my lucidity and investigate this dream figure, so I asked him, “How’s Erin doing (his wife)?” He then looked at the ground and started to kick the some ice cubes around with the point of his foot, and he didn’t answer me. Then I asked him how his son is doing. Still, no response. Well, I thought, this is obviously not my friend, but whatever, I’m good with it. All the ice cubes disappeared. My lucidity started to fade, so I said, “Please wait here, because I have to swirl.” I began to swirl to bring back my clarity, and dang it, he vanished. I began to think about flying as I was swirling, and not surprisingly I slowly started to rise upwards. Now I could hear the wind howling in my ears and blowing against my skin, and all was dark. I was swirling and flying at the same time. I tried to think of place that I wanted to go, once I was done swirling, so I started to call for my daughter to come, but I ended up waking instead.

02/26/15 I was deep into a lucid marathon when I decided to try something new. In the challenge thread someone asked me to ask a DC to teach me a new Dream Yoga technique. I was not sure how well it would work, but in an earlier dream had asked the youngest (dark hair) of the 3 women, and now a thought came on me while we were hanging out in a hotel swimming pool. She did not use words, but made me know "here is your new technique."

I looked over at the stairs and remembered that a woman had walked down them (that never happened but the same imagery of a remembered event filled the background of my thought, like a normal memory would in waking life). The exact thing I was remembering happened, and a woman came walking out of a room and down the steps.

A thought projected "Now you do it"

I decided that she 'had' turned around and went back up the stairs and into the room.. I remembered that this had already happened. The image formed in the same way as waking memory of a real event. The female DC stopped in her tracks, turned around, and walked up thge stairs, and into the room.

I zipped like The Flash, up the stairs and into the room. She was not in the room and two FBI types came to the door and say they are going to arrest me. OK, I will see what develops instead of trying any control here, for fun. "arrest me for what?" "a female rugby player told us you had sex with her and that she was unable to control her body, as if you were mentally controlling everything she did" "that is silly. Did she say I used force?" "no, she said you used mind control or magic or something" " that is just silly, we were just making out like normal, she was willing, I did nothing wrong (I am making this up, not remembering any such encounter)" "well then, we are going to arrest you for rape, because she was only 17 and you just admited to fooling around with her" "Oh that is funny, statitory?" "yep, come with us"

OK, sub-concious, that was tricky and funny, so I will play along, well played.

We go outside and they take me walking down the highway. I get bored. I used the new trick tto remember how they had got distracted and walked way ahead of me. The imagery shifts and they are now walking faster than me and getting ahead of me. I remember that a car had hit them. Nothing. I am sure I remeber that, it happened just like,,, There is the sound of a crash and a flash of lights and they are obscured in a blank part of the visual field. Close enough, now we play chase!

I took off flying and pretending like the FBI was coming. I flew around and tried a new method of flying fast that I suddenly knew (another new technique, thanks dark hair). I formed a field of energy around me that was shaped like candle flame with the point to the back. If I flared the energy it would push out behind me and have the effect of a jet engine. Eventually I hid under a radio tower and summoned a slushy and happily ate it.

Afternoon of March 1, 2015. Sunday.



I am seemingly a part of a residual memory of a scene from the “Time Tunnel” episode “One Way to the Moon” except that it is “actually” happening now and is not part of a television show. I am not directly involved in the environment though; more like maintaining a disembodied (but three-dimensional) perspective just outside of the rocket and moving along at about the same speed with it in outer space.

When the patch is needed, it is in the area where the astronauts are rather than the storage compartment (as in the actual second episode of “Time Tunnel”). A piece of a latch hook canvas is somehow manipulated to cover the hole, which is of course ridiculous since it is only a screen rather than a solid piece. The extra area of the latch hook canvas is then somehow folded over to build a second layer over the hole, which of course, is still pointless. The latch hook canvas piece moves about on its own on the outside of the rocket and is not handled by anyone. Nothing else happens and there is no major concern about the assumed lack of oxygen in the rocket now.

+(f) doing something with somebody somewhere (hah!) just….couldn't…recall

+ observing and pointing out interesting architecture on a bus ride "they don't make them like that any more!", crazy architect building; I write a fake review/article, then rewrite it with a real quote from a source

I'm riding in a (bus?), looking at a very interesting building to the left, tall, probably 30-40 stories, with a number of multi-floor ornamental "shaped" areas, with large (golden?) ornamental structures built on to it. There is a much more narrow tower immediately to the right of the building. The tower has a large open "belfry" structure. I point out this building "Hey look at that building to the left".

To the right, up towards the hills, is a glimpse of the "crazy architecture building" built by those wacky university architects.

+ (semi?) childhood home: turn down the lights in my room, go flying from parents' balcony

I'm in my room in my childhood home, I'm at the window, I realize the lights in the room are not fully turned up to I look to the light switch on the wall, see the rheostat round dial [false memory my room had a simple on/off switch], move to it and turn it up the rest of the way.

I want to go flying, I leave my room & walk down the hallway to my parent's bedroom and enter, all lights are off and it's pretty dark in there. I see some objects on the floor. I go to the door to the balcony and things get vague here, I seem a bit trapped/blocked by the curtain, I have some weird thoughts(?), but I eventually make it through to the balcony outside . To the right is a view in the distance of a bay of water with ships in it, it's dark twilight. I hear the voice of my mother to the left, down on the house's main deck, and I also hear my father's voice coming from inside the room (or approaching it). "Great," I think, I don't want them to see me flying, my opportunity may be ruined. I make a short movement towards re-entering the house but decide in a flash, "screw it, I want to fly!". So I take a quick leap into the air (I have a moment's thought about falling), and I fly/swoop down the hill, fairly low to the ground (about 6-10 feet off the ground).

As I pass the far corner of our property I hear my mother's voice back from the house saying "oh, look, there's a deer running through the front yard" (I think she has caught a glimpse of me flying and has misinterpreted it as spotting a deer). I continue flying, it is daytime, and I'm flying/gliding fairly low (6 feet-12 feet) above the ground. I'm flying through gardens with colorful large flowers like trumpet vines. I pass over some unknown woman in her garden, I think she'll see me for sure but she does not react. I continue hearing some commentary on my flight from my mother.

I was going to look for Eye but changed my goal to looking for Kiro since i thought it might be easier.

I woke up in my old room and Santa Claus was next to me. I left him and went to look for Kiro but found some of my family members listening to old music in a room instead. I asked if someone could call Kiro for me and a lady suggested that I play a music that might signal him to come here. I put the music inside the CD machine and heard a lady singing. It was nice but it felt like i was wasting my time so i turned it off. I Kept telling someone else to bring Kiro and they told me to wait in the corner. So i did. The person i told was cleaning the room than lay on the ground to reach under a wall to get something.

The dream than shifted and i was now in a daycare room filled with kids. Many of them were misbehaving so I and the others there did our best to calm them down. But it did not work until our boss came in. She was walking fine but than i noticed her face was really pale and a different color. Than suddenly she collapsed. I and another lady rushed to help her and someone else went to call 911. I quickly fanned her hoping she would wake up. But it did not wake her up. I got up after that for some reason i don't recall than turned back and noticed she was gone.I thought someone must have taken her somewhere else when i wasn't looking than went to go look for my fish sandwich lunch that i put away.

I found a lady who i'm familiar with at my workplace and she said that the doctors determined that the real reason she collapsed wasn't because she was sick with the flu. She had cancer.It made me sort of anxious to hear her say that so i left to go look for my lunch and cup of coffee but somehow ended up on a street near a airport.
I flew up than back hoping i wouldn't get hit than landed on the ground. But as i was walking the dream shifted and i was now viewing a group of cartoon looking reapers. They didn't have their weapons with them though and they were speaking in Japanese. They looked harmless and it seemed like they were getting ready to take the school bus to go on a trip or something like that.

02/28/15 Good morning for DEILDs. I was getting lucid alot and my snooze sections were all lucid. I had one weird one. I thought it was a dare on DV to make some kind of bizarre food combo and report what it tasted like. I put milk and sugar and crackers and bacon and olives in a mini blender and mixed it up. It looked like bad milk with floaties. I smelled it but did not smell anything more than a vague milk smell. I tasted it and it just tasted like bad city water mixed with skim milk.

-In my bathroom and my friend is also there (don't ask why).
-We started fighting for some reason.
-I was swinging really slow so i thought "this must be a dream"
-Looked at my hands, had 6 fingers.
-found my dad who was in his room, told him we were dreaming (don't remember his reply)
-tried to fly (or levitate?) in my house and couldn't.
-Opened the window to try and fly out but I got scared to
-looked at my hands again now they were really disformed but this made me happy.
-Couldn't think of anything to do so I went to my sisters room and told her we were dreaming.
-Looked at my hands again and woke up
-What a waste...

-Knock on door
-look through peep hole (its really low for some reason, like knee level)
-see its my cousin and we greet each other
-we spent the rest of the dream just shuffling and looking through stuff under my brothers and my bed.

-Large locker room/shower
-on my friends phone that has this "cancer" app that can see where in your body there is cancer with like a thermal camera or something.
-I guess he didn't know i was using his phone because he came up to me later and asked if I wanted to try his app.

Me and my friend were driving our bikes fast on the freeway, when I realize that there was a rope which was trap in my front wheel. I told to my friend to continue without me, whereas me, I'm going to get a scissor to cut the rope. I turned around and rush with my bike like crazy. There wasn't a lot of vehicle on the freeway. I left the road and went in the forest, when I'm stop by some guys(they didn't look like European people), they were speaking creole with me. I try to tell them if they have a scissor. I was scare that they tell me to get off my bike. One of them went to get the scissor and gave me, I cut off the rope. Now the rope was cut, how will I get out of here and my friend must said why am I taking so much time. I try to turn around slowly, once I was in the good position, I turn on the engine and rush like a flash, I was feeling free, I turned back to watch them and shouted loud so that they could hear me: ''F.... You M.....F....ker'', but another group of creole stop me.......

…and that’s very appropriate as it turns out. Despite some reservations about this site it’s never out of my mind and I always feel drawn back to it.

This is not a good time for me and lucidity. We’re due to move some time this year, I’m working at getting our property to its best state for maximum equity and I’ve still got health problems.

It’s difficult to become LD with breathing problems, headaches and the other distractions so I’m merely ticking over at present. I do hardly any preparation, no long walks and precious little awareness. I’ve only had 2 LDs since I left but that’s OK because I’m still ticking over with dream recall…I’m not going forward but I’m in a holding pattern.

…and that should change this year. Hopefully a new coastal home, an operation due shortly and no more work, work, work. But I have ambitions beyond lucidity now…my dream interest led to melatonin and that led to the pineal gland, DMT, Rick Strassman and reincarnation.

It all chimes so much with me. I’ve always been looking for answers…the main dream signs for me are looking, seeking, where am I ? what am I doing? Religions aren’t for me…I find them too tribal, too caught up in dogma and ceremony. But Buddhism has always intrigued me.

Most of Strassman’s theories are still unproven but there’s enough in it to draw me in that direction. My own dream experiences tell me that, beyond the “adventure” side of dreaming, awareness is everything. Without that (unless you’re one of the few lucky SOBs with natural chemical advantages) we aren’t really going that far.

Without awareness, we could be riding an elephant down a High Street full of pixies and aliens and be blissfully unaware of the insanity of all that until we wake up.

We live in a mad World and it’s getting madder by the minute…and it might also be a dream anyway…better structured of course, tighter plot, more sophisticated CGI…but perhaps a dream nonetheless.

I have pressing reasons to up my awareness big-time because, if the Buddhists are right and we do reincarnate…and their offer of a way out is valid, then I want out…and, at 70, time isn’t on my side.

Big changes afoot now …then nose to the grindstone later this year…back on the dream track, bags of meditation, long coastal walks…maybe even join a local Buddhist group. No shaven head or robes for me though…orange doesn’t go with my eyes.

Till then I’ll log a batch of dreams occasionally and I’ll see what develops. Ever onward.

First dream - fragment

I was using my laptop. I was browsing the web, and downloaded wierd version of minecraft. When I turned it on, I saw strange background and heard ominous music.

Second dream - fragment

I saw this part as an ASCII roguelike. With family we arrived at Siberia by wagon. Then my view changed to first person. We built houses and beds. Next day we were attacked by a horde of monkeys. They stolen everything we had, and the ice plains melted into jungle. I was running around, looking for food and monkeys. In the end I came back home with nothing.