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Morning of October 1, 2014. Wednesday.



My location is unknown (although it may be the southwest Cubitis bedroom). It seems to be late morning. My mother (July 14, 1916-October 2, 2002) is sorting various items that normally would not be mixed together, including miscellaneous photographs, cutouts from magazines and newspapers (both mine and hers), documents featuring my affirmations, pages from my childhood dream journals (large loose leaf binder type), and letters. I have a dream within a dream and a false awakening back into my original dream. It involves getting an idea and attempting to make it work in my original dream.

I have a small bag of marbles that I think I can get to fly simply by putting a toy-helicopter-rotary-like piece (possibly made from wire or from a cheap toy helicopter) into the top when closed and then twisting it around and letting it go (similar to putting a rubber-band around two pencils or chopsticks and winding one around a few times so that they can spin or “dance”). The rotary is only about the size of the palm of my hand. I try it several times and it actually lifts and hovers for a very short time each time but eventually does not work and mostly seems a result of just flipping about from the surface of the bed and onto the floor. I then get the idea that it would work if the small bag was lighter, so I take out the marbles and fill it with fluff (pillow stuffing, I think). It goes a bit farther but still does not actually fly or result in the rotary “unwinding” (to cause it to “fly”) for more than a second or two.

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Sorting likely relates to mixed thought processes in the dream state. Marbles may come from the concept of “losing marbles” thereby relating to marbles as concrete thoughts (or logic). The helicopter association, especially the rotary, relates to conscious awareness itself and the nature of “return flight” (as the waking prompt), so my dream may simply be a metaphor for an attempt to gain lucidity in the dream state. I remove the marbles and replace them with pillow stuffing. This seems linked to replacing certain “concrete” conscious thoughts with potential dream features, probably to attempt re-induction (deeper into the dream state).

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Subliminal re-induction does seem to be the key factor here. My dream self is “experimenting with flight” in a typical non-lucid state and even utilizing an unrealized dream sign as such (the pillow stuffing and even the small bag, which is akin to a miniature pillowcase).

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Morning of October 1, 2014. Wednesday.

Dream #: 17,453-04. Reading time (optimized): 2 min.



I am in Cubitis (not my home since 1978), but also aware of Zsuzsanna and our children living here, as well as my father (though I do not see him, and my dream self has no recall he died in 1979). It is a cloudy day.

Adjacent to the driveway (reaching east to west) on each side, from the carport to the highway, are grapevines along the ground (though they resemble a pumpkin plant with smaller leaves). Some sections are overgrown into the middle of the driveway. I pull the middle section, like pulling a rope, the vine about the diameter of a finger, and rearrange it so it goes into the north area of the front yard, almost into the neighbor’s orange grove. There seems to be an oak tree in one area instead of an orange tree and it looks like another part of a vine has grown onto and around the tree as well but I mostly focus on the driveway. I vividly consider how fortunate we will be when we are able to live off the grapes. I realize I am holding a large bunch of ripe grapes (and eat a few, the flavor very nice), but more may not be available for a few weeks.

Three areas have been overtaken by ants. One area is near the northwest corner of the carport. I watch with concern about the ants eating the grapes as they grow and ripen. I think using water will not stop the ants as their nest may be too deep. The water may not reach all the tunnels.

I consider blocking the openings to the anthills. I use a mix of glue and pieces of broken bricks and debris and it seems it may eventually work. Some ants get onto my hands.

Meanwhile, a huge pale grasshopper (as long as my forearm) is slowly emerging from the ground near the carport’s northwest corner.

I talk to Zsuzsanna about stopping the ants and about the big grasshopper, in a less-vivid offset dream.

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It is crucial to understand the causal factors of dreams (for clarity of mind and gaining the potential for dream state modulation) without the hearsay of habitually pretending waking-life symbolism and propagating misconceptions.

The vines represent my instinctual awareness of the lack of mind-body correlation while sleeping, particularly with the arms, as my last dream of this sleep cycle notes this dream. The causal factor of both was that my arm was in an uncomfortable position, with pins and needles (from lack of blood flow).

The ants represent pins and needles in my hand while sleeping.

The grasshopper emerging from the ground correlates with coming up out of sleep with anticipatory sleep myoclonus (as a grasshopper “kicks” and jumps).

The vines are near and over the driveway because it was a path I often walked in waking life to go to the end of it to wait for the school bus, signifying again that walking or mobility is not possible while sleeping.

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Morning of October 1, 2014. Wednesday.

Dream #: 17,453-01. Reading time (optimized): 1 min.



In my final dream of this morning, I am in bed in the same location, orientation, and time as it is in reality in the early morning. Zsuzsanna wants a glass of water, and one appears in my hand without me getting out of bed (implying telekinesis). She says it tastes bitter.

I think the bitterness may be from when I was trying to block the ants from coming out of the ground in another dreaming experience this sleep cycle (as if this dream implies another dream was real, but with no recall of more dreaming experiences). I think the pheromones from the ants may have gotten into the water from my hands. However, that is not consistent, as my other dream took place in Cubitis in America, and this one takes place in our present home in Australia (though that discrepancy does not affect my dream self’s recall).

At this point, a snake seems to be in our bed on my right at first. It resembles a coral snake and seems to come from just under my shoulder. Soon, it is gone as if it was not there in the first place. I think I was probably incorrectly perceiving my arm to be a snake as discernibility is lost even though my dream was vivid otherwise.

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I typically summon water (virtual melatonin) to sustain and vivify a dream, but in this case, its bitterness is because of my need to wake due to my arm being in an uncomfortable position.

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False Awakening, Lucid

.../I woke up in our current apartment, when I have some issues with one of my teeth. It's moving and after I while it falls out. I think it's bad because of it's one of the front side. I look for a mirror to see how bad is it looking. I don't see much difference. It's not that bad after all I think. It looks like a candy mint. I'm sitting on my bed thinking perhaps it was better to happen when I feel another tooth moving. I remember it uses to be a dreamsign! The first thing I do, look fot the tattoo. It's completely distorted this time, no need for more questions. It's wonderful, the place looks so real. It's around noon. I start spitting the pieces of teeth I have in my mouth when I remember it's a useless thing to do, because it never ends. I stop doing it, it's hard because of the amount of pieces there and I try to remember some lucid goal while start to take a walk in the apartment. I see our shoes on the floor, when it comes to my mind PercyLucid's dare! I find the perfect pair of shoes for this task, my beloved shoes from the old days. I take them and go to the balcony to look for my wife to ask her to help me. I know she's there because of it's summer like dreamscape and she uses to study there during those days. She's there, I give her the shoes and ask her to help me to put them on. She looks to me very tender. I sit on the chair, and she put my first shoe on. It's a little bit difficult to put, but finally I have it nicely adjusted to my right foot. Now the another one, I see some laces are inside of it, but I don't care. The same, it takes a little until I have it perfectly adjusted to my foot. I realize there's a stereo recorder on a table and some music is playing in the background. I recall the good feelings of the old days, and I'm very happy to see her again in a dream this way. I give her a sweet kiss before I go inside the apartment to remember some other task to do. The music sounds great! I turn the volume up with my mind. The music is wonderful! I feel very happy, when I get into the apartment, trying to remember some other task. No other idea comes to my mind but the feeling of how much I love her. I stand up, and want to give her a warm hug thinking to myself I do love her. When I turn to get back, she gets upset into the apartment, saying something about our neighbor is going to rise our bill for electricity consume for this month because of the music. I get upset with that guy, thinking to myself for who the hell thinks he is to bother her. I see him on the next house working on his hanging garden. Then I turn to see to the front of our house, there's a huge park. I want to go there/...

* Unfortunately the alarm clock goes off and I have little time to take some notes which I take the opportunity to post in the Lucid Dares thread. The riff is still playing in my head. I make some voice recording to catch it. I went to work hearing it for a while.

Dream - Lucid

I was in a building doing some sort of computer test that involved two computers. I then had to go somewhere in the house I grew up in to get something. I was walking towards the bonus room when I saw my room was very dark. Inside of it, on my bed, was a huge, red bull, a humanoid bull. He was glowing red. It was like he was a demon or Satan. I was quite scared by this and quickly went past my room and into the bonus room. I don't remember what I needed in there, but as I was heading out, I dreaded passing my room. I could now see a red glow inside my room. I looked in further, and saw that the bull was holding onto the leg of a lifesized doll of...me. It kept repeating him pulling and her resisting, like animatronics. The doll's face looked terrified. I was terrified.

I then had an FA in my bed at our apartment. I was towards the middle of the bed, and I couldn't see my husband. Where was he?? I was still terrified from that dream.
"Dallas?" I said. I then saw him. Phew. But still, something didn't seem right. I think there was a cat there on the bed with me, standing very close, but it wasn't my current kitty. I realized I was having an FA and tried to wake myself up for real.

I then really woke up and saw my husband next to me. I wondered if I had talked in my sleep and said his name.

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I was watching home videos that my mom had taken years ago. There was some weird intro with my mom showing all her shoes nicely put away in her closet. She was talking over it. It looked really good, actually, almost professional. Then there was a clip of me as a toddler sitting on the floor. I said something to the camera, though I don't remember what. I realized Dallas was there with me watching this, and I was not wanting him to see all my embarrassing home videos. -_-;

Then it was showing a play that my cousin Ben was in. It was supposed to be before I was born, I believe, though I was thinking about the ages of everyone in the play; they appeared to be in high school, which, IWL doesn't add up to their ages now, but I didn't think too much more about it. I somehow decided that it was right. Anyway, my cousin was a main character. The play looked to be set in the 1800s or so. My cousin was playing an older gentleman. He was in his house. There was another older man there as well who spent the play convincing him to collect and store a lot of this white powdery substance that was in bags. Throughout the play, you didn't know what the substance was. I assumed it was cocaine. Towards the end, though, it turned out to be some kind of peroxide chemical powder, "sodium peroxide" is what it was called. All these crates and bags were in the man's living area. The man wouldn't sell it or do anything with it like the other man wanted him to, so he took it all outside and blew it up, which is not what the other man wanted him to do.

Then, the blow up site was my room in the house I grew up in. My bed was in the place it was when we first moved there, and had the tie-dye bedspread I had when I was 10 or 11. I had covered the crates, which were on the bed and scattered throughout the room, with some kind of fluid so they'd burn better. I then was having second thoughts about blowing the room up, but it was too late; the crates were ignited. Someone else, another girl, was there with me, and I was frantically trying to find something to put out the flames with. I thought about grabbing the hose from underneath the cabinet in the bathroom (no such hose IWL), but remembered that water to a chemical fire was only going to fuel it. I noticed that my bedspread was starting to burn. The other girl was just standing at the bathroom sink, being no help. It was kind of like work for some reason. I didn't know how to put out the fire.

I recall being in an old music store, where they sold a lot of records and cassette tapes. But they still sold new, up to date music, just in old formats. Supposedly the most popular artist this store has come kind of deal with is this black man with dreadlocks and these big sunglasses. They have posters of his album covers and concerts all over the store, and a whole rack of different records and remix tracks along the back wall.
The person at the counter, a massive hulk of a man, in both width and height, with a tattoo of a dragon running down each arm, invites me to listen to this artist's latest track. He says if I want to buy it, I can get a music player and the new album for only $20. I start listening to the track. Very much along the lines of this.

I love this kind of music. I can see why it would be popular in my dream world.

I am driving somewhere, and I get lost. I pull over by the side of this river in an open meadow/park area. I call my mom on my cell phone and ask for directions, but what she says to me makes no sense. There was a lot more to this dream, but I really can't remember it. It's not like the dream was thrillingly interesting or anything.

I am having a dream about the TV show Jonny Test (I hate this show with a passion; why the heck am I dreaming about it?! ) Anyways the main characters are trying to build a giant robot out of their house.
One of my old cartoon characters entered the dream and I went semi lucid. They started fighting the house robot with their powers. There was also some really funny line one of my characters said, but I can't recall what it was.

I was semi lucid creating this dream about my childhood. I was living in a different subdivision, one with much smaller houses than mine. In the dream, I was much younger, 8 perhaps. Manei is there, and she is younger too. I think we were chasing one another around with water guns. I think Marcus was there as well, as a young man.

From the Lucid Dares thread:

...Meanwhile I undertook further vain attempts at lucid dying last night..

Seems I have a wet patch! No innuendo this time, but I got lucid, sort of, three times last night. First time I let myself be fooled into thinking, it wasn't a dream after all, second time woke me up almost immediately - but I was prepared for the third time.
And for killing myself.

It started with a scene, that should have creeped me out, but didn't. There was something like a woodpecker-toy high on my shelf - not sure, if you know what I mean - a wooden bird on a spring and when you bend it back, it starts hacking away at the base it's mounted on.
It was the size of a dove, though, and started hacking all on it's own, like in a poltergeist movie, where toys turn vicious. But I was just curious and took a look. That was a hint at surreality already, I must have levitated to get that close a look. Suddenly it started hacking away at an angle and left the base and then I did find it a little creepy. But the insight that this really should be a dream came quite fast. And this time I did an RC, not just scanning about for inconsistencies like the first time. Yepp - lucid. First of all I looked out of the window into the night and summoned my lightning storm - worked great, but again it was a silent one. Same as back then with my meteors, completely silent impacts. I read somewhere that it might be a natural security measure not to dream acoustical uproar which could drown out dangerous real life noises and one won't wake up. Makes sense.

Anyway - out the window I flew and in high hopes for disaster.
I did something which I never tried before - rolling on my back in mid-air and hovering there as if supported by an invisible cloud. There was lightning going on directly over me - but the bolts didn't come down. I only saw flickering light-points, where they seemed to start touching down, but they never did. Shame, I didn't think of Hukif's lovely galaxy dare then. It could have worked from there - I felt a bit like lying on my back on the floor of a planetarium gone mad in overdrive - watching stars dance about hectically. Quite beautiful, but also non-lethal to my dismay.

So I thought - okay - falling wasn't meant to be my cause of death, but lets at least try something.
And I just dropped. I wasn't afraid, because I went down still looking into the sky and didn't see the ground rushing up at me. Yeah - but it also didn't really work - I landed spread-eagled but without any pain and sort of softly. I felt a bit of impact, but that sure as anything was no suicide. And I wasn't a cat, either.
I'm going to keep at it, though! I really, really want to get hit, dammit!

I guess, I'll soon deserve a badge for most prolific lucid lightning produceress, if I go on like this - need to count how many times I tried it already...

Nicely enough I had a bit of dreaming time left even after that, but I didn't try for dares any more then. No clue what graced my night with three opportunities; it would be more productive, informative, if I could say I had worked on it, or took something - but nope - out of the blue.

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Second time of my life to get lucid several times in one night - first time was four short LDs during the comp, while I did daytime work and was regularly and rather extensively journalling.
First instant from last night wasn't really lucidity - it was me suspecting, and strongly, that I was dreaming by noticing inconsistencies, like not being able to look out of a window. The view was just exactly like my optical problems in lucids, which are thankfully getting less bad and less common lately. But I was silly enough to really concentrate on the view instead of RCing and when it finally fell into place I concluded it wasn't a dream after all.
As said above - the second one was lucidity but I woke up directly after the insight.


Plus - I identified a new dream-sign: coloured pencils!
Last night it was the fourth time I'm aware of that such a thing appeared completely out of context. I was walking along in a park, and found one lying on the ground. High quality looking and a beautiful dark red - so I snatched it up and took it with me to the amusement of my company.
"You really can't resist collecting trash, now can you?"
Ignorance I say to this - there are treasures to be found in trash more often than one might suspect!

1. I was inside of a mall with my family. Everything looked pretty close to the mall I go to in real life. As we were walking, I saw a store that I wanted to go into. We all went into this store, and I looked around. I found all sorts of toys and legos, and even plush toys. I remember picking up a set of legos and bringing them to the counter, along with a few other items.
As the cashier was scanning the items, I saw that my lego set was 100$. I felt that that was too much for a set of legos, so I decided that I was going to put them back, especially since the total bill amounted to 301 dollars. My dad insisted that I get them anyway, because the money didn't matter. I still didn't feel like making my parents pay that much money for legos though. I remember looking away for a second and when I turned back to grab my legos they had turned into some kind of small Elmo plush toy.
Eventually we left the store, and when we did so, we exited into a parking lot. It was as though the entire store teleported outside somewhere and was no longer in the mall. Both of my parent's vehicles were outside; my dad's truck, and my mom's sports car. I wanted to ride with my dad home but he reminded me that I had to go somewhere, so I had to go with my mom. I walked over to my mom's car and as I did so, my sister got out and went with my dad. I felt jealous(lol wow I'm almost never jealous) that she got to ride in the truck and I didn't.

2. I was inside of my house, in my restroom. I remember looking into the bathroom mirror and inside of my mouth. My entire top row of teeth were cut down to half of their normal length and looked sharp. I had just gotten a surgery done in this dream, so it didn't seem unusual. I had a white retainer type of thing that I had to put over my teeth to protect them until my mouth healed.
When I put this retainer type thing on, I noticed that my teeth looked really unclean and were covered in saliva and food(it was nasty) and I felt the immediate urge to brush my teeth.

3. I was at the gym.

8.20
I brazenly walk into a power station - DS (well Ed's version of a power station...all large dark spaces - DS) A women at the entrance looks suspiciously at me but I brazenly carry it off and I'm gone like the grey old shadow that I am in my dreams.

I flit from area to area through a maze of pipes (which, if I had only become lucid, probably didn't even connect to each other) I dodge workers (DS)... even the 2 who are conducting some sort of obscure data-gathering exercise within inches of me.

I lay perfectly still in the gloom as one works literally alongside me, apparently unaware of my existence like you get in corny TV adventure progs...early Dr Who episodes were notoriously bad at that (the actors must have had tunnel-vision.) I enjoyed this dream.

So...I instruct my brain that any workplace or fellow-workers are dreams signs "because I'm old and I simply don't work anymore...it's ridiculous"...and how does my brain interpret that? It sends me into such places covertly I'm undercover so it's alright to be there.

It may just be my foxy old grey matter but I clearly have to choose my words carefully because, like Oscar Pistorius's defence council it latches onto any loophole in my instructions...anything to avoid triggering the magic words "its a dream" Of course it might just be that I'm currently as aware as a lump of granite.

I'm already cautious about the sheer volume of night-time instructions...keep it simple...now keep it unambiguous...boy do I need some little sweeteners. I was researching Ayahuasca (which is apparently an "MAO inhibitor" what wouldn't the Americans have given for that at the height of the Cold War?) Don't think I'll bother with that...the last things I need are inhibitions.

Avanti!

11 AM

I was walking, looking for a book or store. I was on the street, morning or afternoon. I met a seedy-looking guy who led me to a shop. It looks more like a shop for pirated copies. The clerk there showed me a pirated CD copy of "books". I declined. I looked around the shop. There were Christmas decors for sale too.

I saw a small ceramic statue of a "sifu" or "sensei", an old man with a long white beard and red clothing. Not sure if he was bald.

I was in a dorm. My dorm? I went to the bathroom to pee, but then I realized I was in someone else's room, peeing on the wall and floor. Once I realized it, I finished it first then ran for a mop. I wiped the wall and floor.

Jen/Sarah was giving a lecture and mentioned me to the students.

Rob was there. He was talking about eating or avoiding eating something since he ate too much of something the night before. Hito? Pork?

Daniel/Someone was talking to him online. He asked Rob if he believes in the Astral or something. Rob got annoyed and told someone to tell Daniel/Someone to shut up.

NOTES:

I slept around 5:30 AM.

Ive noticed a similar pattern in my dream in which 3/5 of my dreams have a volcano in them. is there a hidden meaning behind this or is it just a coincidence. I havent been on the forums in a while but when i realized this i knew i needed some insight from a 3rd party. Thanks

Well my recall has still been pretty broken recently which sucks. I've also realized I've lost a lot of motivation to post DJ entries because of this. However I am going to try and post entries daily again if possible. It's hard to balance school, work and a social life as is...so solitary time is my first sacrifice which means less internet and video games, both of which I love a lot. But hopefully things will improve soon.

But anyway, all I can remember is having a very brief lucid last night and abruptly waking up from it. I've had a suckish trend of waking up about 20-30 minutes before my alarm every morning and I hate it. So hopefully that will stop, but at least I had a lucid! I hope next time it'll be longer and I'll remember a lot more!

I was staying at a hostel run by nuns. This nun came up to me and offered clean sheets for my bunk bed. The nun had eyes full of expression and life, and the whitest skin. I went back to my bunk to make my bed, only to find this old man sleeping there with the sheets over his head. He had my sleeping bag all bunched up around his feet. I didn't mind that he took my bunk, but I wanted my sleeping bag back, so I grabbed onto it and started to tug. The old man woke up! I then backed up a couple of steps. He said to me in a deep Italian accent, "You're dreaming." I looked at him and said, "What?" He said, "You're dreaming!" I thought I was hearing things, and I must have earplugs in. I reached up into my ear and pulled an earplug out. It felt like I had another earplug in there, so I pulled out a second earplug from the same ear, and then a third, etc., until there was small pile of earplugs on the ground. I then realized, he's right, I am dreaming! I'm Lucid! I immediately pointed my finger at him and said, "I caught you!" (telling me I'm dreaming). He looked shocked and back away from me in his bed. I then realized just how hilarious the situation was, staring down at the pile of earplugs, and I started to laugh uncontrollably. I jumped up on the bed and sat beside him. He too started to laugh uncontrollably in his deep voice. He then sat up in bed, while we continued to laugh uncontrollably. His body started to glow, and light was bursting out all around him. I then woke up from my Lucid dream. I sat up in bed and continued to laugh.

It was a dark night, and I had the "blindness" nightmare trend. There were a lot of worried voices and worried-looking people. They all seemed to be filing into a doorway guarded by two soldiers (they were medieval guards, kind of Egyptian looking with spears). I was going with them but then I remembered that I needed something from my tent, either glasses or a flashlight I think. The doorway was carved into stone and it seemed to go underground. I went to my tent, which was right next to the long line of people, but I heard a horrible noise. It was like a dog whistle, and for some reason I knew it was not only coming from the sky but also the cause of people hiding inside this underground bunker or whatever it was. I looked up, and saw all the planets (jupiter was about 1/2 - 3/4 the size of the moon) in alignment in the sky. It may sound cool, but it seemed extremely ominous like there was some evil cosmic disaster going on. I went inside my tent and started searching for whatever the object was. I couldn't see a thing, so I pulled out my flashlight and turned it on but it didn't help at all. I still couldn't find it, so I went up to the doorway and the guards let me go in front of everyone else for some reason. Inside was not a bunker, but a mineshaft going into the darkness. I got on the mine cart and launched off. Let's just say when I came out everything turned really fucking weird... there was something involving a red flying squirrel who spoke english with a mexican accent and a few other weird fragments but the mine cart basically transported me into a different dream.

In this dream there was a massive Tyrannosaurus Rex somewhere between 50-150 feet tall hunting me and some other people at some place that looked like a research outpost in the jungle. I know a T-Rex hat big couldn't actually hurt anyone due to sheer unwieldiness but in this dream it definitely could rip people apart as easily as you can walk, and it wanted to. It was kind of like hide and seek in that it was seeking, and we had to hide. It moved so quickly on its massive legs that I knew once it found me there would be no escape. It even came close enough that it could have killed me but then started off in another direction. There was a building that was like the "safe zone" because for some reason it couldn't find people in there even though it had a glass ceiling. Only like 6 people could go there at once though or else it would detect the concentration of people and attack. We had to take turns, because for some reason it seemed like it was hunting in "rounds". Kind of like hide and seek.