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Either I had a lucid dream in my first night trying, or I just dreamed that I have a lucid dream. I did a RC and I had 6 fingers. At first I didn't even see the difference, then I paid more attention to my fingers and I suddenly saw it.

So what did I do in my dream? I've been in a small town that I've never seen before. I had walked a little bit and then I took a guy's bike and drove away. After it the dream was over, a pity. In addition, my dream was in a raster. I felt like I'm the main character of a video game.

My husband and I were visiting a city that felt familiar and somewhat reminiscent of an East Coast city like Boston, though it had no correspondence to any RL place I've ever been. We had just finished a nice meal, and were walking along the street. We leave the commercial avenue and start walking into a nice residential area. After about two blocks I realize that I need to pee, and the best bet is to turn around and go back to the street we just left, so we walk the two blocks back.

At the intersection with the commercial avenue is a group of people standing on the street. They are foreigners with black skin, and both the men and women are wearing long flowing light blue robes, very elegant. Despite the darkness of their skin, something about the shape of their faces and the sound of their language looks more South Asian than African, and I am trying to remember where they are from. Isn't it some small country or island between India and Africa? What was it called, Malvania? That's right, I remember, they are Malvanians, and they are here as refugees from their home country. (Obviously there is no such country as Malvania in waking life, so this was a clear case of false memory.)

I cross the street find the public restroom just where I thought it would be. To reach it we had to walk into a little courtyard and then go downstairs from ground level. One stairway leads to the women's room, the other to the men's. However, when we arrive we find that the line is incredibly long, with about three dozen Malvanians, women and men respectively, waiting on each stairway. Some of them are holding things like toothbrushes and soap, and I realize that since they are refugees who are living on the street, this is probably the only facilities that they have access to. I am sympathetic, but unfortunately I really need to pee now, and I'm not sure what to do.

"Come with me," I say to my husband, who is in the same predicament. I have just remembered that less than a block from here is a theatre I've been to before, and I'm pretty sure that there is a restroom in the lobby. We exit and walk further down the street. I'm trying to remember what time it is. Will the theatre be open? I think it must be at least 11am or perhaps just after noon, so they might have started the early matinees. Luckily we do find the door open and go inside. (More false memories, as none of the locations I was "remembering" bore any resemblance to RL places, much like the city at large.)

The route to the restroom is more complicated than I recall, leading back through several turns and passages, but I follow the signs and we eventually we find our way there. I'm grateful to discover that there are no lines! So I go inside... or try to. The door to the women's room pulls outward, but it is stuck. It is getting caught against a wire rack that is jutting from the side of a cabinet that has been installed too close to the door, so the door is only opening a few inches. Even though I'm of average size, I can't seem to squeeze through. I try to force the door open wider, tugging on it until the metal rack that is blocking it actually begins to distort and bend, letting the door open a few inches wider, just enough for me to slide in sideways. I think how distressing it would be if I were just a few pounds heavier—I wouldn't be able to get in! But I have passed this obstacle.

Inside the restroom at last, it looks very familiar and I remember that I have been here before. (Again, no correspondence to anything in waking life: if this was not pure false memory, then it must have been a setting from some prior dream.) The room is tiled in light green, but everything about it is old and broken down, an absolute ruin. Only about half the tiles are intact, the rest are broken or completely missing. There are not even stalls for privacy; the toilets are just arranged openly around the walls of the room. Many of them look in a state of poor repair as well. However, one detail is very different this time. Last time I found myself in this room, it was disgustingly filthy, but today, unexpectedly, it appears to have just been cleaned. It is as pristine as a room this run-down can be made: I can even smell the odor of cleaning chemicals in the air. Nevertheless, the memory of how dirty it was last time makes me remember that this is a dreamsign—and also, ever since the last failed RC in similar circumstances earlier this month, I've been diligently RCing every time I've found myself in a public restroom lately. Since I've been traveling for the last few days (in RL), I've had the chance to practice this a lot.

Fortunately there is no one else present, so I can RC very blatantly without being afraid of looking foolish. I lift my fingers to my nose and very forcefully try to breathe both in and out. Nope. The breath is fully stopped in both directions. This RC has worked really well for me since I started using it recently, so now when it suggests I am awake, I let myself be convinced. To some extent I realize that I'm actually relieved about this, because I've been having a nice interesting day so far, and it would be annoying to realize that it was all just a dream. On the other hand, I reflect, I'll be even more annoyed if I wake up later and it turns out that I was dreaming and failed to recognize it. But I feel confident in how attentively I performed the RC, so I figure I probably don't have to worry about that.

The dream went on for a while longer; the last thing I remember is being in a cab en route to some further destination. When I finally did wake up, all I could think was, "You've got to be kidding me!"

Note: My suspicion is that it is actually the very diligence with which I've been practicing this RC for the past few days that made it fail this time: every time I pinch my nose in waking life and can't breathe through it, I reinforce the sense-impression of what that feels like, which is perhaps what allowed the dream to duplicate the sensation.

Note: In reflecting on dreams in which I perform an RC but fail to recognize that I am dreaming, I have noticed something odd. The moment during which it occurs to me to think, "Hey, I wonder if I'm dreaming. I'd better check," actually feels like lucid-type awareness, even if the failed RC quickly leads to a passive resorption in the narrative.

.../I get in an empty yard which connects many houses, it's dawning. I have a piece of folded paper that I want to put inside a strange box. I'm trying to figure out how this sort of mailbox opens. It seems to have a lot of compartments, but I don't get it. After a couple of attempts, I see two thrash cans on the opposite side, then a couple of guys who look like they have some oriental origins, come into the yard. One of them has long hair, in a Columbus hairstyle. I realize what I have in my hand is actually a crumpled piece of paper, and I better put it in the thrash can. While I'm doing this, a lot of girls get into the scene, apparently some of them are laughing about my clumsiness. I see there's one of the teachers from the kindergarten mocking with a loud "Aw!" in a particular manner that makes me feel ashamed. Now the yard is getting more and more filled with people. I don't like to be here, I leave the place carrying a weird cart which is not correctly assembled. I see it in detail, and I find there's a bolt and a nut with a couple of washers maladjusted, that must join both pieces in the middle. While trying to put them right, I see a car coming in what now is a bridge/garden and that I'm next to the gate. I let the pieces I'm holding with my fingers fall, when I'm moving aside to let the entrance free. The driver looks like an angry old man, he doesn't answer my greetings, I don't care, I want to find the pieces on the floor before he closes the gate. I find first the bold, I think the other pieces fell into a empty space at a side of a bridge. The janitor, who looks like another angry old man, is about to close the gates. I ask him to wait a minute until I find the other pieces. He says something I don't understand. Finally I got to find the nut and a washer. I barely remember there was another one. I decide that it was just one but I didn't pay enough attention. I see the car turning to the left where apparently leads to the house. But this whole place seems to me more a port than a house/...

* It was yesterday after a nap but didn't have the time to translate it form the rough sketches I made of it

Fragment: I am in a hardware store. It feels like the hardware store in my town. I am shopping for some kind of screws or bolts to fasten something down.

I am watching a science show. Something about the planet Jupiter and the surface. As soon as I hear that, I get confused because Jupiter is a gas giant and it has no surface.
They show a picture of it anyway. Jupiter has a surface made of orange rocks with a river of this sea-green liquid running across it. I can also recall this computer graphic of a space probe falling through the atmosphere and presumably being crushed by the pressure.
False awakening. I am in my old Taekwondo studio, and it looks like we are playing dodgeball. The studio feels a little bit off. It's dark inside, most of the lights are turned off, and out the windows a strange dark grey haze has set in.
I recall seeing my belt on the table and putting it on. Not exactly a formality for when we used to do something fun like play dodgeball but whatever.
I make my way over to the other side of the gym. There are five people on our team and three people on the enemy team. The only person on our team that I recognize is K's brother. The rest of the people on our team feel familiar.
The opposing team is only three boys. Two of them have blurred faces and are simply wearing uniforms. The third has a green T-shirt and looks sort of like that evil dream character. Though he's smiling with playful aggression and certainly doesn't look evil.
I turn to K's brother.
"This is a dream, isn't it?"
He doesn't respond.
"This is a dream, I'll just play along. This should be fun, though I might be much more skillful now..."
The match begins. The enemy team has all four balls. They surrender one to us out of honor and each of the three enemy players has a ball. One guy on our team runs for the ball and gets taken out. Both balls roll back to the enemy team.
One of the guys throws at me. For some reason, the ball morphs into a banana mid-flight. As it approaches me, I hold out my hand and it slows down. Everything in the room comes to a complete stop. I step out of the way. The banana flies past me.
I look back to see that one of the faceless guys on the enemy team has been taken out. The remaining two guys target me. I levitate into the air and sort of wave my body to avoid the shot from the green shirt guy. I catch the one from blurry face #2. He is out. I stare down at the green shirt guy and everyone backs off. It's me and him. 1v1.
He picks up two balls, and takes on a wide stance, ready to jump to the side.
I hover over to the line. I preform a fake out throw. It barely phases the guy. I throw for real. The ball hits his hand and gets him out. It's over. Our team wins. The green shirt guy says he wants a rematch. I wake up.

Like I said on my first return message "this time I'm not going to push too hard" I'm maybe too old to take that route. I know all the basics so I'm easing myself back into the regime of conditioning.After the first rush of dream recall things quietened down considerably...whole nights with virtually nothing, but that's OK.

Ever since I first read about ADA I knew that was the route for me to go. I'm pretty spiritual anyway and something KingYoshi said really chimes with me. Basically, if you achieve mindfullness...awareness...you're likely to KNOW you're in a dream and all the rest of the aids (dream signs, mantras etc) follow on from that. That's the route I'm taking

What I needed was an app to jog my memory throughout the day. As you know, it's so easy to start the day determined to frequently contemplate dream stuff, then realize that many hours have gone by without doing anything. What if I had an app, something to remind me? Well, I've got one and so far it works well.

It's within me and probably drives many people to distraction but, at the moment it's my friend...I have tinnitus. It was caused by a head injury...it's a combined high-pitched whistle and a shushing noise. It's always there in the background and probably always will be. I'm lucky that I've always been able to ignore it but now I've moved it up front...and it works

Yesterday it drew me back to dream thoughts on a regular basis...things like recalling what I was doing 5-10-15 minutes earlier, any other sensations I was experiencing, looking around at the World in general and other dream-related thoughts. Also, it may just be a trigger when I'm asleep because I focus on it and remind myself that it's always there.

Fragments and whispers of dreams last night but one epic at aprox 7.45 this morning (the clearest dream I've had so far this time round)

I was apparently on a nuclear submarine - DS - military (although it looked decidedly un-nuclear) We were watching a small pipe out of which water was dribbling and this seemed to be an important part of the escape plan???? It was apparently vital that it didn't overheat. (Ed's take on an overheating nuclear reactor?) The (crew?) were running around all over the place (men and women looked pretty un-military) One was apparently pushing a large grand piano...was he looking to get that to the surface?

I looked at the large "hall" they were milling around in and remarked something like "Aren't nuclear submarines amazing?" There seemed to be pretty coherent conversations going on (unusual in my experience)

Now comes a co-incidence (and I'm really into dream coincidences...it's one of the things that fascinate me about my dream attempts and one of the reasons I love it so)

I wake (forgetting to RC in case I'm still asleep) and walk into the living room where my wife is watching The Poseidon Adventure with the sound off and using subtitles. It's something she recorded weeks ago and is among a raft of other things she still has on the system. I'm not into that kind of film, I've never thought "She's still got that to watch" (there wouldn't be any need to)

Yet the scene of panicking people running through the great "hall" could have come from my dream. What are the chances of her watching that scene as I seemed to be dreaming something very similar (when I'm very certain that it would never have been on my mind and she was at that particular stage of the film and there's no way I could have seen, heard or known she would be?)

Not a sigma 5 scientific coincidence of course but maybe somewhere on the sigma scale and that's the strangeness and beauty of dream research perhaps. Any requests?

4:35 AM: I am on a vacation with my wife at Google. We are on the highway driving, and being passed by little Google pod cars--sort of like roundish hover craft-like vehicles. My wife says they are probably just "spy cars." I think they look cool though. We are then standing in a train station, watching the Google monorail pull up. When the monorail arrives, I see that it is a U-Haul monorail (US moving company) and people can put all of their luggage in the nose of the train.

Then we are on the train, looking for a seat. We pass some odd-looking kids while moving through the carriages, and I decide to nose pinch. Either stuffy nose, or just not aware, because I fail the RC, but something still seems off to me. I inspect my hands, but they look fine. My wife begins to tease me.

"Are you dreaming?" she asks, laughing.

"Sweetheart, please stop that," I say, "Something is really not right here!"

I finally decide I must be awake and proceed non-lucidly (!)

We are now in Google village, shopping (sort of a Disney-like atmosphere, for those who have been). I am shoplifting small items, and slipping them into my pockets. In one of the shops, I hear my wife talking to a woman. She is discussing selling or trading something. I realize she is talking about selling her wedding band, and that some agreement has been made. The woman leaves to get her items, and I approach my wife.

I ask her what she is trading her wedding ring for, and she shows me some glass beads. This frustrates me, as the beads are worthless. I try to reason with my wife, and explain how expensive and important her wedding band is, and add that the beads are worth nothing at all. She seems to be considering.

Meanwhile, the woman comes back with her stuff. I explain to her that we may not honor the bargain. She replies that the agreement has already been made. I reiterate not to get her hopes up, as my wife will probably rescind the offer. I ask her what the beads are made of. She shrugs, feigning unimportance, and says, "I think glass." I appeal to my wife wordlessly, giving her a "see there?" gesture. My wife then reaffirms her decision to trade the ring!

I suddenly have a false memory of my wife selling her engagement ring as well, some time in the past. I tell her--almost crying, almost screaming--how money doesn't matter, and that I can't bear to see her do this. I ask why she is giving away the rings that symbolize our marriage in exchange for trash? I am conscious now of making a scene. She begins crying silently and motionlessly, and tells me if giving the rings away will "benefit other beings," then she will do it. Her tears are like diluted red water. I think this is odd but am too distraught to really think about it.

I now turn to speak to the couple--the woman and her husband--but they have gone. They have used the opportunity to abscond with my wife's rings. I run out of the store after them, and scan the village. There are people about, but the couple is gone.

"You pieces of SHIT!" I scream, but then duck back into the store as I don't want to be kicked out of the park.

Dream ends a little bit after, bits of images coming out of hypnopompic.

If you made it this far, let me know what you think

I waited for the light to turn green and then started walking across the intersection. Cars were passing me going straight, but out of no where a car came from the other side of the intersection that had the red light and it ran right through the light and hit me. I was laying on the ground and a male cop came up to me. I was bleeding out on the street. Instead of waiting for an ambulance to come, he put me in his car and started racing towards the hospital. He kept talking to me to keep me calm and asked me questions. As we got closer to the hospital, I was fading. He asked me what 7 times 3 was to make sure I was still fully conscious. I was confused and answered 24. He was very worried about me and he kept telling me to hold on. He then held my hand the rest of the way there. When we got to the hospital, he carried me and rushed me to the emergency room where the nurses took me away. As I was being treated, the dream was focused on him instead of me. He was in the waiting room talking with other people and worrying about me. A nurse finally came and told him that I would be okay. I just couldn't get over how kind and caring he was towards me, how he held my hand and talked calmly to me. He was a complete stranger yet he cared so much about me.

It's been a bit of a dry spell...

Ive been nearly lucid several times all week but last night was the only one worth making an entry for. I woke around 3:30am (1.5 hours before the alarm for work) and drank a full glass of homebrew kombucha made from a caffeinated green and black tea blend and promptly went back to bed.

The time of this experience was just before the 5AM alarm:

I wake from a non lucid dream that I can no longer recall and settle for DEILD. I have been having what feels like hundreds... no, thousands of DEILD misses lately and so I took a slightly different approach. I focused on visualization with a very strong desire to stay alert. I repeated some mantra like "Watch the dream. Stay alert." While focusing on a deep body relaxation. There was no real technique other than just relaxing. I always seem forget this is most important for me, but this time I was highly focused and a little desperate.

Right away, I began to see HI where I was tightening or loosening bolts on a stop sign. Somehow I equated, keeping the stop sign up-right with staying lucid. I had no physical sensation but I did my best to keep the sign from falling.

Next I felt the very slight and subtle shift into the dream body. I felt vibrations this time, but I knew I was in. I began to struggle to move my dream body in a wiggling motion and right away felt I was about to break free but suddenly...

I am at work and non-lucid. I am looking at a cut piece of 2/0 gauge wire (about as thick at the flat side of a dime). There is someone to my right and I begin complaining about how I was lucid but lost it so fast. I'm really upset. I ramble on as I see the wire shred away into little shards.

I wake and try for another DEILD but the alarm goes off.

Dream 1 - 3:50AM

I'm at the park entrance, opposite dragon lady's house. I see Kayley's car or parts of the car, sticking upside down on the side of the road. The tires look to have been split in half. I walk over to my house and see Kayley in the drive way. I tell her that I moved the car but she doesn't believe me. She pokes her head around the corner to see if I was being honest.

I'm now up the court of where Germain lives and I have my bike with me. I take it into his property and decide to pump my tires up. I'm with someone I know and they're pumping them up for me but isn't connecting the pump correctly. I help him out and show him how to do it. He wasn't pulling down the lock function when connecting it to the wheel. I keep looking towards the front door of the house to see if the door is open and it's closed. Sometime later it opens and I hear Shonnie mention something. I leave and then shortly come back. I move bike over towards the trailer and begin to lock it up with a chain. I'm struggling to connect the chain together due to it not stretching far. Before I leave I think about leaving a letter on the front gate saying how much of a nice guy Shonnie is. I walk out onto the road and see that there is a few people stealing clothes from someone's front yard. There's a lot of clothes. I join them and take my fair share of clothes. They look brand new. I carry them over to my house which isn't far at all. As I reach my house it starts raining. I walk around the back which has an under cover area. I see my dog Rex at the back door, he seems to have a dog bone in his mouth.


Dream 2 - 7:18AM

I'm at my old house and on the PC behind the bar. I see a girl and we both seem keen on one another but don't show it. She has work the next day but we still intend to go to bed together. I walk into my room and begin to brush my teeth. I think about putting a condom under the mattress without her knowing, in case we hit it off but didn't want her to know my intentions if hers were not alike. I think she decides to brush hers too but can't find a tooth brush or toothpaste. I walk into my parents room and have a look in their if I can find anything.

I'm in bed with her but forget what happens. I wake up but with the bed on the opposite side of the room. I see her lying their asleep. (I had strong emotions in this dream)


Dream Fragment:

1. I think West Coast football club or the Suns win a game of football. They are celebrating as if they won a grand final but I think all they did was beat Collingwood. A team they always struggle against. As the winning teams players run on the field, I see that the stadium is empty apart from their members area which is a few levels high. The team is running in a single line holding up flags with their club on it. One of the players is Jade Herrix, I don't think he played in the game and may have been a sub or emergency player. I was focusing on him and see that he was the most excited about the win then any other player. They all start hugging and congratulating one another, making sure no one missed out.

2. I see a conference table with well dressed adults. I'm not sure what they're talking about but do notice they are all accompanied by one of their children (under 10 years old). One of the kids asks a question to one of the other adults but tells their own dad the question so he can say It out aloud. The father asks the question which is something like "can you leak a confidential phone number?"' The man that was asked is black. He shakes his head and says no. They try and tempt him with money and offer a maximum of $100,000. The black man looks to pause a little as if he is thinking about it, but insists with a no. I start to think that maybe if they asked him for a vowel he would open up to that idea.

Side Notes:

Another poor nights sleep. Struggling to get back to sleep after recalling a dream. Sore neck is still uncomfortable to sleep with.

I jump very high in till I reach the top of a balcony, that's when I stare below as the ground was completely cover in mist. I jump down when I eventually landed inside Father room. I quickly got up from the bed and look at the timer on the VCR, I told myself to only focus on the VCR and to see if the timer would change to confirm if I am in a dream, if it starts to become hard to focus I am dreaming if the timer changes dramatically I am dreaming. After staring at it for 2 seconds the VCR became extremely hard to look at, one of the numbers in the VCR disappear and my vision was becoming horrible. I confirm to myself that I was dreaming and as my vision gets worse I place my head in the VCR which woke me up. Lucidity Time 7 seconds.

13 May 2014
Method: WBTB with MILD

Time: 07:00-08:55

I awakened to the darkness of my bedroom.A flash of lucidity struck me, and as it did I immediately felt an invisible force which pinned me down in my bed at the shoulders and began to pull me toward my door.
I sensed something or someone. In the room with me.A presence of another being,one I could not see clearly,a mere silhouette in the darkness.
Was it the one in control of the force or was it merely observing my predicament?
And why was i paralyzed,unable to fight this strange energetic field that held me stationary.

There is a sudden scene change and I finds myself standing outside in my back garden,still lucid, gazing upon the stars that where shining unuasually bright.
I notice that I cannot recognize any constellations.
The next door neighbor lets off a firework that implodes making a loud and echoing bang although instead of the usual chaotic visual effect an organised pentagonic pattern radiated outward from the central point,made of white dots joind with beams of light.

I find that if i begin to focus and concentrate my attention lay on the red strawberry,which lay on the table infront of me, I'm able to gain occular clarity.

....

12th May 2014
The old age home was the meeting place for all the recently graduated Physio students.
In the centre stood a large open courtyard, well lit bay a panoramic glass.
Walking down the white zig-zag stairs, I wondered how many people have died there.

At the bottom of the staircase stood several of my old classmates,all in their navy blue and white uniform attire.
A rouse of jealousy ignited within my gut as the thought of them working,having stable jobs and making money while i did the opposite and went travelling.

After awakening I realized that those thoughts where materialistic and futile.

Did i somehow forget the awesome adventures and extraordinary times I had over the passed year?
The experiences and beautifully diverse people i connected with where beyond any monetary value.

8/15/2014
9:09 a.m.

I was traveling. I was in a bigger kind of jeep, almost a bus, called "double tire".

I saw an aunt, uncle and their son, R. I said something like I went to the hospital in Silay. The aunt and uncle argued with me about something related to it. I just got annoyed because they were not making sense; why would they be mad about *that*?

I was in Bacolod. Thoughts about Don Bosco and some huge fleas.

11:36 a.m.

Airplane? Almost late? Print? Slow? asdfasf

4:06 p.m.

I was in a supermarket. I was looking for eggs. I saw some huge ones with three yolks (I was imagining them being cooked while in the supermarket). I was with a person. A woman.

NOTES:

Originally slept at 5:30 a.m. Woke up a bit, wrote the crappy notes, then went back to sleep.

10:36 a.m.
originally posted on 2014-08-10 at 20:17

I was talking to y and b in a spa.

Y talks about healing modalities. A call center was haunted.

I told them that's why I don't like doing any of that services for work, people just complain.

I was about to leave; he asks didn't I say I was too sleepy. I told him it's easier at home.

I looked for a jeep. I was unsure if there are jeep at this hour (around 3 a.m.). I found one.

The jeep went past my location because I was distracted. I tried to sign to the driver to stop. He was driving but he's at the back. It's like I'm looking at the driver behind another jeep.

i saw myself "drop" a soul on the street corner, just as the jeep turned a corner. i was returning souls to their locations/to the streets.

NOTES:

- Slept around 8 a.m.
- I meditated before sleep.
- Left it playing with Subliminal 2.0 and meditation music in the background.
- Woke up with Loveland by Jai Uttal playing (just beginning).
- Slept at around 10 p.m. last night, woke up at 1 a.m. Worked a bit, ate.
- Felt the muscle pain from yesterday's PK jam at around 6 a.m. (around 12 hours).

SOOO close to a successful WILD last night - but jings, mebbe the nicht eh?

One wee bit of a dream retrieved.

Standing with a lassie. We saw a lassie who works for me IRL coming in the distance, she was wearing a white jacket. I said to the lassie I was with - 'Why does she always move in such a strange way? - I'm going tae ask her.'

She approached us, but instead of coming in a straight line, she went behind a wee hedge first and took a big detour to get to us.

and that's it...