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Inside a large compound with one high sloped wooden bank, and building on two of the other sides. The other end just kept going so the compound must have been huge. I had a paintball gun in my hands and was in the middle of a game with one other person. Interesting to see how gravity effected the balls as they were fired. Even over short distance. On the opposite side to the sloped bank was a dilapidated building. Some old friends were leaning out of it shouting me to come up, saying they were building a swimming pool. Took the staircase on the right side of the building, expecting just to be able to walk right through, but it was split into two rooms, and the room I was trying to get through was JAM PACKED with mothers and their kids. I mean shoulder to shoulder mothers... no chance. Carried on up one more flight of stairs to see if I could get over the top but my path was blocked by large atlas maps rolled up in plastic tubes. I needed one for my bedroom in real lifeso I picked it up, but a child said 'No, they are the schools!'

Ran back to the car park and jumped in a Jeep wrangler, speeding off down the jungle rally track that started at the end of the car park. Look over to my left and in the passenger seat is a young boy, and for some reason I know he is going to be there for the rest of the time. I slam my foot to the floor, and hurtle round the corners. It reminds me of temple run, and huge logs block the road at points. I don't slow down, just lean back and pull the steering wheel and the car jumps over. I miss judge a turn though and the car goes rolling into the forest. We manage to jump out before the car leaves the road though, and we watch it hurtle into the distance. (A few minutes later ill see an explosion in the distance and assume that was the car finally coming to rest)

I look about to see what is around, and an old man is there with a long beard, standing in the middle of a rail way track that runs parallel to the jungle rally track. All three of us walk along it and eventually the trees die back and we are wandering through a large open plain. Suddenly I hear a huge horn and turn around to see a train bearing down on us. Its so close and so fast. Everything goes into slow motion and me and the old man dive sideways. I see the little boy just stood there. The train is about to hit him but I manage to grab his t shirt. It turns all elastic and just stretches, pulling him away much slower than it should. The train turns ad drives off the track. I look up and the driver waves as if to say 'hold on, Ill take it round the block'

Watching the train just disregard the track and do a full circle on the grass was pretty impressive. It came back around and the driver said don'r worry about it. I got on the train and it was full of people what looked like they were heading to a fancy event. I guessed they were all together. The inside of the train was set out exactly like the inside of a coach. I walk out of the middle door into a courtyard. Everyone is stood around as if at a wedding reception. Walking through the crowd, a guy holds his fist up for me to bump it, but when I do, he grabs my hand, and wont let go. Then he does, I crack him the biggest back hand I can manage. (I don't know why) It makes a loud noise, everyone looks, and he starts crying. I big shout of 'Call the police!' goes up and I just leg it. I ran up past the church with my best mate and then up the the police station.

There were tall narrow startcases up the the front desk of the police station and i started pouring out my story to the officer. There was a moody french couple what wouldnt say more than a few mumbles in my direction. I went back ooutside and there was a mob of people shouting for my. Loads of boys from the younger year of my old school with tennis balls, ready to punish me for hitting the guy. I stood up taller than all of them and roared like a lion, and they all ran away. I went back up to the front desk of the station but it had changed into a kitchen and the officer that i had been talking to was stood there making a slight variation of a kebab from Berlin (They are the best) There were three hand guns on the table in front of me and one of them had a large scope on it. I picked it up and looked through the scope. The image I saw was better than crystal clear. I have not seen anything that clear in a dream before. (Expectations)

Put the gun down and went downstairs. There was a car parked outside that was full of water with a man sat submerged inside. as i got there the water had just dipped below his face and he looked upset. I kicked to door off and asked him if he was committing suicide. He said he was, so I dragged him out the car. He looked flustered and told me to leave him alone. He got into a van but I told him he was coming upstairs. He was having none of it and tried to drive off. I was having none of that, and pushed the back of the van. The whole thing spun into a wall. He reversed and I did the same thing. I then grabbed the back and just flipped the whole van onto it's side. (super human strength) He was so angry and started chasing me. I ran up the stairs into the police station and told the officer. He was watching TV at the time and stood up and aimed his gun at the top of the stairs. The fat guy came up, saw the gun and instantly vanished. And then the dream ended.


Before Bed
Blue light from the screen
Lots of alcohol
Nicotine for the first time in a couple of days
Lots of water before bed

Woke at 06:00 and went back into the dream 10 mins later then rose at 09:15

-A few violent things in the dream which doesn't usually happen-

Dream 1:
I am in some kind of a circus, and the trainer is explaining to the animal how they are going to get rich and popular. But the animal should stay on its place the whole time.

Dream 2:
Me and my friends are in a district full of alcoholics (what's up with me and alcoholics..?) My friends say something bad to them so they start chasing us. While running away one of my water bottles drops to the ground, and when I try to pick it up one of the chasers gets to me and makes me fall, but then he asks if I am a dancer, I answer that I once was (which is true). Then he proceeds to describing me what the abbreviation means.

Well here we go again trying to attain lucidity.

I stopped trying almost exactly a year ago, so I will resume by putting down my dream journal entries for 28th October 2014!

Dream 1:
It was a temple like structure where my brother and somebody else lived. We were talking about knowledge and how I knew more things than Hakob (my brother).
And then I am at the sea, following a battleship on a distance of a bout 150 meters, I am floating but I don't feel it, so I am more like a camera. The battleship is beaming the image of Bart simpson into the air using lasers.
Now suddenly I was in the Simpsons' world behind Bart himself and couple of rugged kids. They were discussing how to miss their class,but the saw their teacher's car passing by, so they run to to hide. The teacher looked like a human shaped dinosaur
Dream ends

Dream 2:
Me and my brother are in some shady part of the Moscow city. We drove there to see our uncle and aunt, and I am being a driving badass as always.
After some maze like streets, we find the building. When inside the building, Hakob is no longer with me, he seemed to get lost before I even entered (in Moscow 95% of people live in 6-30 story tall buildings).
Uncle with aunt left for some business, and I go over to the balcony to shout my brother's name in order to show him where I am. To my slight surprise there are several alcoholics that walk like zombies, that are coming towards the building.
Dream ends

Dream 3:
The only words about this dream I do remember are: Royal siege of the castle.

That it! I will make the October 29th entry now

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

I decided the night before to relax and give lucid dreaming a break while I sorted out some stuff on my plate, I didn't want to overwhelm myself and kill my interest in lucid dreaming. Coincidentally I had my fourth lucid dream. I went to bed at about 2am, and I woke up 3ish hours later. I went toilet and had a drink of water from the tap, then went back to bed. As I was going back to sleep I decided I'd do some very short SSILD cycles, I did one cycle and then proceeded back to my usual day dreaming. Then 5 minutes later I did it again. I did this again another 5 minutes later, each time bringing myself back to an aware state of mind and not really with the intention of getting lucid. This probably is the reason why I got lucid.

Dream 1 - Halloween
I vaguely remember this dream, something about walking down the street, me and my friends go into a house and I decide I'd better go get some candy from the supermarket to give to kids that come for Halloween. I go outside and my friends are gone or something.

Dream 2 - Graveyard Lucid Dream
I was running around at night in a cemetery, being a rebel or something... The night passed by and I came back the following day, it's a nice and bright beautiful sunny day. I start free-running around the tombstones like Altair or something, jumping and climbing some huge grave pillars and stuff. I see a grave embedded in a wall of dirt about 2-3 metres tall, I run towards it planning on running up it and jumping on top of the ledge. I fail, and hang from the ledge lazily with one arm a few feet above the ground. I look at the tombstone in front of me now, it reads "102-312AD". This strikes as pretty weird. I let go of the ledge and land on the ground, I think to myself "Hmmm, is this a dream? Pffft.. It MUST be a dream, I'm in a friggin graveyard. But... is it?". I challenge myself to fly in order to test if it is a dream, and BOOM, I soar through the air like a pro, once again flying at the start of my lucid dream, like I've done in every single one I've ever had . I land on the ledge of a large 50m tall tomb. I had felt some strong tingling sensations from the wind as I was flying, I decide that it'd be a good idea to connect to the dream and stabilize as much as I can now that I'm lucid. I touch the wall of the tombstone, it's made from conglomerate rock. I notice the dream starts fading regardless of my attempts to stabilize, I start rubbing my hands together to stabilize, but the sensation is a bit dulled now. The dream fades away, but I can still feel the sensation of rubbing my hands together. I think to myself "I just need to open my eyes and see the dream world" but nope, I needed to lie still and do a DEILD if I wanted to regain the dream. Goofed. I screwed it up and lost the dream completely.

I'm starting to understand how I should approach these situations a lot better now, after all it's only my 4th lucid, I'm not expecting myself to be an expert .

Dream 1

I was at a store looking to buy a snack but I didn't have enough money to buy anything. So I left with my brothers and a friend to walk to a friend's house. But we ended up in a room where a blonde lady was arguing with her fiance or something. I told her to cheer up but she said she just wanted to follow her dream in music. I took a guitar that was in a corner and tried to play a song from my head so she would feel better but she just got annoyed and left through the window. Someone went after her though and as I walked I ended up in a school. There were lots of kids around and I was in the mood to play the guitar again. I tried playing and singing and a guy told me I was good but than I heard music coming from a radio in the background and was embarrassed. I gave the guitar to the guy and said I really wanted to play the piano instead. I left after that and somehow I ended up running with a girl from a DC who was mad at us. I slid under a table in the place that looked like a mall and was able to get away but at the last moment the girl I was running with shot my tounge with something. I asked her why she would do such a thing than remember looking at a manga about what just happened in the dream.

Dream 2

I was thinking about taking a bus but ended up in a big empty place. I saw the star fox ship there and found a game about a robot in a bowl of water. Than I flew around and thought about shouting out in the dream to see if a DC would appear. After I shouted a little boy shouted "I have a fever!".When I looked around, in the distance I noticed there was a park and a boy was with his older brother walking up to me.

I went to bed last night planning not to lucid dream because I was sick with the flu, and I wanted to sleep through the night to get some rest. This wasn't the case. I first had a lucid dream about fishing, followed by a real interesting second Dream Induced Lucid Dream (DILD), where the dream character said something totally unexpected. I will describe the second dream.

I had a false awakening, where I woke up in bed, but I was actually dreaming. My room was full of people from work. There was an overhead projector with a Power Point presentation being given on crucial accountability. A course I've never taken, but plan too. I sat up in bed, in total confusion, wondering why all these people were in my room. I watch the presentation for a while, and then one of my co-workers started to comment on how nice my home was. Suddenly, my bedroom grew twice the size, and it truly was amazing. I knew instantly this was a dream (I should have figured it out earlier, lol). I find flying helps boost my lucidity, so I ran out my bedroom and jumped like Super Man over the 2nd storey foyer railing and flew around the living room and foyer area. As I was flying I looked at the co-worker, who had commented early about how nice my home was, and I said, “My house also has an anti-gravity device installed!” Below me, near the basement stairs, I could see this wrinkled old man standing there. I remembered my conviction to interact with dream characters, so I landed beside him.

He looked at me, and his eyes were full of life. I asked him, “How are you doing!” He didn't answer my question, but said, “What were you writing on your hand in that dream?” In a recent lucid dream I had marked down a dream character’s cell phone number, but I was unsure how to reply to his question so I said, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He then said something totally unexpected, “How did you know you were dreaming?” I remembered from my previous dreams that dream characters generally get upset when you tell them I'm dreaming, so I said, “Hold on, I didn't say I was dreaming.” He then said to me, “Why were you flying?” I then told him, “Like I said when I was flying, I have an anti-gravity device installed in my house.” He then smiled and grew much younger, turned, and walked down into the basement. I floated along behind him. He turned his head, smiled, and said, “There’s no such thing as anti-gravity.” I replied by saying, “Yes there is, and a person like you (dream character) described to me how it works, and it made sense.” He then stop, and turned to face me with a questioned look. I figured, great, we can engage in some real interesting conversation! I got so excited, I woke up. I felt like I made some positive progress on how to interact with dream characters.

I`m in a large dimly lit cavernous marketplace which seems to be longer than it is wide. Stalls line the middle of the room and they are packed with trinkets and other items which seem quite useless. I examine some of the items stopping briefly to listen to a man selling a fancy salt pig. I then realize that everybody in the market is not welcome there as the rest of the building is quite dangerous and no place for ordinary people. Heading back to the entrance way of the mall I see a door that nobody seems to be coming in and out of. I examine it and eventually open it and see that there is a small room inside and another door placed in a glass wall revealing a komodo dragon in a glass room being studied by many people in the surrounding rooms. The dragon suddenly smashes into the wall breaking the glass and begins terrorizing the market place. I run outside and find myself under a bridge. I believe I briefly became lucid I believe that I can fly as i jump into the air and the dream seems to fade to a light grey color.

I went to bed just before midnight and woke a little before 6.

Robot in the beach
I'm watching two people on a rocky/pebbly beach. One is a youth of maybe eleven or twelve. The other is probably late teens. The youth is nervous about what they're about to do, reiterating that they just CAN'T damage his mom's house. The teen reassures him that everything will be fine. The youth looks over his shoulder at his mom's house a few hundred feet away. It's built of stone, and it's four stories tall. Now the teen has started to use some heavy machinery he brought. It's a giant pincer that he's using to dig and shape the strange rocky beach. I start to see it shape what I think is the top of a head, and I wonder if they're trying to carve a statue of the youth's mom. Now my perspective changes to right outside the house. His mom has felt something odd and comes out to see what's going on. Now she's aware of slight vibrations in the ground coming from the beach. She looks at the house to see how it's holding up, and now I can see that it's made of stones anywhere from a foot diameter all the way down to pebbles and dust. There's no mortar holding it together, so the vibrations are gradually shaking out the small stuff. She sighs and starts to head down to the beach. Now I'm looking at the boys again. By this time they've gotten down to the waist of the "statue" and I realize they're actually excavating an ancient robot. The work goes quickly and soon the whole robot is exposed. They're very excited, right up until it shoots a salvo of four rockets from its back towards the house. The youth gets an "uh-oh" look on his face.

Paralyzed teen
I'm watching a group of friends, all late teens. One of them is a boy who's always been very helpful, especially when it comes to computers. Something's happened, and he's been paralyzed in both arms from the mid-forearm down. His friends are very sad for him, and a couple of them hold his hands (though he can't feel their touch). They're outside somewhere. Now I see them in a room. He's talking about the keyboard and mouse he was able to get that he can use. It's slow and annoying, but it's better than nothing. They start talking about some rating about how much precision you need to use a given input device. His new weird mouse is rated a six. A normal good keyboard is rated a twenty, and the Apple PerfectTouch keyboard is rated a forty. Someone comments that the white Apple keyboard look a lot better than everything else.

I have bad cold..... (IRL)

Anyway, I had a false wakening where I didn't RC coz I haven't been practising. I woke and looked at the clock it said 0500, I thought to myself, 'I may as well try a WILD' - then I drifted off. I then woke for real and looked at the clock and it said 0200 - this confused me for a moment!

Fragment - In a busy shopping centre. There was a balcony leading outside at the top end. There was a blue Budgie flying in and out of the building. A woman standing next to me claimed ownership.

That's it the noo!

I forgot the events that happened in the dream. The only thing I remember is what someone told me right before waking up: "sometimes people have to keep their distance and be "tough""

My mother and my dog and I were driving around this secluded rural area at late evening. It was late in the year, and there was snow on the ground, but the sun was out. We saw a road that went off into the woods. The name of it was, as near as I can remember, Forbes Road. I recalled that I had heard it was a haunted road, but I didn't say anything. So we started down it.

By this time, it was getting dark. We came around a curve. There was a man with his car pulled over to the side of the road. He was out of his car. I turned off my headlights and got closer.

At first, he appeared normal. He looked like a rather fat middle-aged man with white hair. Then he saw me and he changed. His eyes glowed red and he looked sinister. For whatever reason I opened my door to see him better. My dog leaped out the door and onto the road, and suddenly the man made an abrupt lunge at the door, so I slammed it closed and drove off as fast as I can, leaving my dog behind. We then contacted the police and reported the incident.

The steering wheel on my car kept coming off during our escape.

Later, I got home. I lived by myself in a fancy house on top of a hill. It was Christmas time. I was the caretaker of this little girl in a blue dress. I told her Christmas jokes and raced her around the table. When I caught her, I tickled her. She had a great time.

My mother and I were eating at an Indian restaurant at the bottom of a skyscraper in Chicago. There were no other floors on the skyscraper, so there was no ceiling. All the light poured in from all the windows above.

The owners were both Indian, a husband and wife. They had the radio on to entertain their customers. It was tuned to a talk show. The announcer was interviewing an Indian man over the telephone. But the radio guy forgot what to call people of his nationality, so he referred to the Indian guy as a "tannish man". This insulted the owners of the restaurant, so they turned off the radio and made me play the xylophone instead.

An older guy had borrowed a pastor's truck for a few days. When he returned his truck to him, he kind of sheepishly admitted that he had accidently spilled some sour kraut in the front seat. He opened the door to show the pastor. Gallons of sour kraut were literally piled on the passenger seat, and it came spilling out the door and onto the ground. The pastor was furious.

My friend's mother could control the flight patterns of birds using hand gestures. She used flocks of crows as her personal messengers. She was standing out in a field, moving her hands around, and this huge flock of birds was swarming around and making these insanely complex maneuvers. It was very neat.

I was standing at an intersection in a small town, and a couple of my friends and I were throwing walnuts at passing cars.

I made a movie about a mouse.

I was on a ship with a large bull cow. It was huge and fat. As he walked around the deck, the boat would tip a lot and threaten to capsize.

Morning of October 30, 2014. Thursday.



A young goddess appears and speaks like a younger version of my wife at one point. I am distracted from my heightened lucidity in an amusing sense although I “absorb” the typically breathtaking beauty of this state. A yellow but “human” monster stands in a doorway with a knife raised and growling. Behind him are nighttime, rain, and sparse flashes of lightning. This is a “parallel” dream, a typical scene when having two or more dreams at the exact same time. “Don’t even go there,” says the goddess/wife/tulpa/entity quite clearly and telepathically.

Still, I do decide to “go there” at least three times as I am still in “her” dream at the same time. It dawns on me that this scene of the human monster in the doorway is quite pathetic and non-threatening. I amusingly perceive it as a “deleted scene” from a DVD (where the monster never even appeared at any point in the movie in faux “reality”) and feel a strange subtle hilarity yet almost feel sorry for this creature who never got a chance to be seen by people. Eventually, I feel the growing energy of the goddess-like presence. I go back to the first dream (of extremely heightened depth perception), which, since earliest memory, I become fascinated with the thin strands of hair and the sense of very slight, almost barely perceptible movement. But it is there. I catch it. I enjoy my ability to see the “life” there even though the movement is caused by a very soft motion of air. The “light” energies of this beauty move through me. I am not disembodied as such but feel I am floating.

In a typically skewed awareness, I believe I am looking at very small cracks in her skin, but then I realize that I am looking at slightly damp single hairs across her back. This is not a new perspective though and continues as the usual “oh that’s right” moment.

The “monster in the doorway” had come from looking past her, from looking between a few strands of her hair hanging down and into the “other dream”. Perhaps in the environment beyond, businessmen are running in alarm, forgetting their briefcases. I try to focus on if such a scenario is there behind her, but there is only the mirage-like “wavering” of slightly magnified and “deep” visuals.

The visuals invert and her hair becomes “hollow” and everything is “engraved” into the background (such as with the mask illusion). I first experienced this altered perception in my twenties, where a door to a house across the street seemed to invert and become very close to me, but as some sort of “tunnel”. Three-dimensional inversion is a strange thing that you cannot undo with the mask illusion (although you can with the staircase effect and the cube drawn with lines and such but not so much direct at will).

Finally, I see a section of her hair invert and form what is supposedly the “human power” symbol from this other “world”, almost like some sort of insignificant debris in the background. However, this “human power” symbol, which is “drawn” with “heavier lines” and looks like a raised fist, only displays two fingers; the left pinky and the left ring finger (the two fingers that were the hardest for me to mentally “rewire” as a toddler). I reason that this makes sense, because people do not really have much power or control in the “higher realms” (unless years of practice are implemented). In a way, I wonder why there would be any symbol for humanity at all in the “higher” layers - something as odd and “unnatural” as seeing a human statue inside an anthill tunnel and greeted with friendly associations, or a group of snakes welcoming people into a forest - “Sorry Mister Snake, for stepping on you” and the snake says “That’s okay, come and meet my brothers so you can step on them as well”. It seems “correct” to a point, though. I do a typical wall-tapping (which is some sort of composite of brick and chalkboard - something I have seen before in-dream) with all fingers in a claw-like form and meet strong solid resistance as I tap about four times…yet I do not have to walk through this wall. Instead, I turn around and walk out of the dream from the “forward opening” of my “mind’s eye”, which is always there.

Morning of October 30, 2014. Thursday.



There is a shorter dream of confusion between “volunteers” and “fallen tears”. At first, it seems to be a group of high school students who go by the name “Fallen Tears” but then I realize they are just saying “volunteers”. Their main role seems to be repairing the houses of people who live in poor neighborhoods as well as possibly finding food for them (even foraging).