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I entered a room with I think three friends of mine, but I did not recognise them after the dream. The room didn't really look that much like a room, but more like a prison cell. The floor was mossy / dirty and it just looked really shitty. I walked around a bit and mentioned that there was no way I'd be able to sleep normally in here. There were no windows of any description and there wasn't a shower either. All we had was a little basin to bathe in but that was full of moss and stuff as well.

Ok. I'm going back to the pyramid tonight. Going to visit it at night with a full moon lighting the way. If anyone else wants to go, ill be the black crazy horse. Lol

Non-lucid
-partridge in dream
-partridge on newspaper
-never saw a partridge
-talked about seeing only frogs and other animals and yea.

So I have only been journaling my lucids on here. It was pretty tedious doing journal and electronic for every dream.

This one may have been supp induced but it wasn't intentional.

Bed: 1000 pm.
Supps: 500 mg valerian, 100 mg 5htp, 3mg melatonin, multivitamin.

I was up working and needed to get to sleep but didn't feel tired at all. So I took these hoping for some great sleep. I had never tried this combo before either.

I woke around 130 or so and went back to sleep while I was thinking about different dreams where I saw my hands and became lucid. More pictured it than anything.

I was walking through a neighborhood with some huge houses. I was admiring one house in particular which had some huge stones and looked very rustic, not really like a castle more like stone henge but a house. It was pretty amazing. There were a few other houses but this is the one that caught my eye the most. I saw a kid walking up the street and I asked him if it was his house, he said yes. he ended up going to a different house and I thought it was funny he thought i was taking about that one. I also thought that he would be impressed with the house I was going to. I wound up on another street and realized that this isn't where the house I was going to was, I thought my environment was weird and I did a RC, hand wavy fingers and think I had 6 fingers. LUCID: I looked at the ground for something to stabalize on and saw a leaf. I picked it up and had some clothing kinda blocking my vision. I had a coat or hoodie or something on and struggled a bit and got it off. I looked at the leaf and started to really look at it. It was a small green brown leaf with 5 or so points on it. It was getting dark out and I tried to will it lighter and think it lightened a bit. I focused more looking for imprefections on the leaf and found a black spot on it. Feeling steady enough I put it down. It was dark out now and I decided I would go back to the cool house I saw and look around it. I passed an outdoor eating/siting area and kinda patted a lady who was with another lady on the chest (because I could). I got the the area with the houses but it was now houses with sheets/white walls that you could see shadows through. The first one I approached had two shadows of a male and female. I continued on and found one with a female in it. She was getting un-dressed and layed on the couch to take care of herself. I approached the curtain and peered over and said "hey" which freaked her out and she hid. I went around since it was just like a room divider and she was hiding under the couch. She was dressed in black leather type pants and the dream ended here.

I didn't do what I had planned so it was a kind of a waste of a dream. Should have stabalized more and longer. At least it was a lucid.

non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening

Before falling asleep, I invoked the dakinis that watch over our sleep and dream, asking for awareness and protection against the darkness we can encounter in the dream world. Later I woke up and I saw a tiny dot of light, of the kind that I so often see during the nights, above my forehead, gently dancing like a firefly. It disappeared soon after - they never last more a few seconds visible - but the feeling of seeing them is just indescribable.
Then I fell asleep and started dreaming that I was laying in a dream version of my bed. The dakini also materialized in the dream. She looked like a moth butterfly with a humanoid body, but she wasn't pretty, was a bit more monstrous like. Anyway, she flew around my dream bed and fought away two dark clouds of energy that entered the space. Then disappeared, dragging away that darkness.
The dream continued - I don't recall a chunk of it - but then I was on a car with Riverstone down a winding road. The car starts speeding and he loses control of it. He panicks, but I take over the control of the car and tell him not to worry, because we're just dreaming. He is surprised. I insist so, but he only believes after seeing me landing the car safely after it flies out of the road and over a cliff.
I keep aware as the dream proceeds and then I am in a situation where I meet two ladies who are also freaking out with something and once again I remind them we're just dreaming. They never heard of such thing as being aware in dreams and want proof and explanations. So I provide a short intro on lucid dreaming to them and tell them I am considering making workshops on the topic and give them the names of a couple magazines and websites where I might announce the coming workshops, so that they come and meet me in person.
Now... I don't know why the hell I committed to organize such workshops to two DC's [potential other dreamers] but should I keep my promise or ignore it?

Today i dreamt i was going to the cinema, i was on the cinema reception
there was a square glass separating me from viewing the person attending me.
i could see her face though, when i got there i said "good afternoon, i want a ticket for gran turismo movie and a pack of popcorn please"
I was happy because i was doing that by myself (i'm kinda shy so...) the lady said "There isn't any ticket for that movie"
and i said "I want a ticket for gran turismo movie please" she said "there isn't any ticket for that movie"
I looked up, to the movies board, i saw 2 same movies in different boards, they had a white cover and some scribbles on it.
i choosed that one, when i entered the cinema room, everything was dark, i just could see the TV light, and i thought to myself.
"Since she didn't asked me for a seat, i can sit wherever i want" so i was going to be back there, i pulled down the chair but then
i changed my mind and decided to go further front, i could see the movie better. i sitted and i saw there was a different movie
than i excepted, it was giving lacos de sangue (portuguese soap opera). i found it weird but i kept seeing it. then i found out
my geography teacher was sitted next to me.


Dream elements:

-cinema room
-geography teacher



Technique used: MILD


hours slept: 8 hours

This is going to be short because I forgot to write it down AGAIN!! ugh I am very disappointed with my self.

I was a police officer with others who had authority and we had to work together to complete a task. But my dad was drunk so he couldn't do it properly and it was very frustrating.

Two famous basketball players( I don't even like or watch basketball so I don't know who they could be) were raising money for charity. There were dogs and I ended up playing with the dogs with them.

Today i dreamt i was having a lunch with my dad and with beatriz silva.
I was so happy to spend my time with her, i had finish lunch, and my dad told
me yelling "Eat these meat!" i was kinda ashamed due to his bad behavior before
beatriz, i did what he told me, to not cause any more trouble or yelling. Beatriz got up
and my dad Yelled with her "Don't leave anything on the plate" she sitted down as well.
*Scenario changed*
This time the scenario was in the car, beatriz was driving, my brother was on the right
seat, my mom was on the left seat behind, and i was behind my brother, i was lying on the
car's "Sofa" but i was shrunken, i said "I will kill you" in japanese "shine obokurus" (i know it isn't)
but that was what i said, or something among this words. and beatriz started laughing out loud.
i was happy to make her laugh.


Dream elements:

-beatriz silva
-dad
-mom
-brother
-laying in car



Technique used: MILD


hours slept: 8 hours

today i dreamt i was in desert storm game, i was behind a rock, there was a sandstorm but me and my partners had to destroy
those 2 tanks. i tried to take a peek and they shooted a cannon bullet. i threw a smoke grenade so they couldn't see me.
i tried to sneak near them, when i got near them, i planted a c4 bomb, then i tried to go far away, keep throwing
smoke grenades, then i enabled the c4 bomb, and they both exploded. behind my mates there was a helicopter coming
above from that sand abyss, then my mates entered the helicopter.


Dream elements:

-Desert storm (game)



Technique used: ----------


hours slept: 7 hours

non lucid
*Me and my girlfriend flew in a car with by her sisters house.
*Roberto's mom kept saying his name when he wasn't around.
*Fell in love with a Japanese girl.
*My sister gave my brother an awesome CD we all listened to.
*Offering cake sincerely to all the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas.
*Exploring a random house in my old apartment complex.

In this dream I had a gynacologists appointment, for which I arrived absurdly early, and was waiting for like hours.

Then the gynacologist came to the waiting room, and said I was in luck, could see me earlier than scheduled. I said, oh good, because I am leaving on vacation right after this.

Then the gynacologist and I hung out for a while, like we were buddies, just chatting.

I had it, but its gone, I must be so close to lucidity though, I can feel it

I am at my friend K's house and having a nerf gun war with her and her brother when I randomly get lucid.
I (forget to stabilize) and try to recall what my dream goal is. (My dream goal is to complete one of the TOTM). But I falsely recall my dream goal and it is to manifest a weapon. (How the heck do you do that?!)
The house immediately becomes abandoned and quiet. I am the only one here, but I can sense another presence has taken over. One that feels friendly, and strangely feels like it is the TV, phone, and game console. It may have been some kind of artificially intelligent computer program entering the technology around the house. One more note, if I were to look out the windows it looks to be nighttime.
So anyways, I have forgotten my dream goal and decide to try and manifest a weapon. I hold both my hands behind my back and say "Setweapon: Handgun" (I like how it sounds almost like computer syntax.) I pull my hands out and in my left hand is a small plastic handgun that fires a plastic dart. (Remember we had been having a nerf war) But I didn't care, I wasn't trying to do anything other than manifest the weapon, so a toy is fine.
I swap it into my right hand, and I begin shooting the plastic gun to find out that it was reasonably accurate. I later held my hands behind my back and said the same thing again "Setweapon: Handgun" It was the exact same weapon. (Heck yeah, dual weild!)
But with two guns I didn't have a free hand to reload so I put both hands behind my back and simply said "Reload". I pull them back around and they are both reloaded. I fire them again, and now I am getting really excited and start taking pot shots at paintings and things around the room. I repeat the reload command about half a dozen times, making quite a mess with darts in the process.

DEILD/FA... or something. Point is, the dream sorta glitched.

-Skip the first part of this dream new, Kinda personal-

Or maybe it's just so inherently stupid that I just didn't feel like describing it. Did you think of that, subconscious?!

Well I get away from the personal conflict. [This whole dream takes place at K's house once more, but this time it seems like the house is huge, the ceilings are really high and the doors are really wide.
I want to go into the front room and try to manifest a real weapon. I think about the weapon that I got as a Christmas present from those dream characters. But I can't manifest it because I don't know what it's called. I suddenly realize what it is called (god help me how). That weapon I got all those lucid dreams back is called a terminal detonator.
I manage to manifest it, but suddenly sense that I am losing the dream, I can feel my body in bed and have no time to stabilize, so I wake up.

I got lucid tonight. The lucid dream itself was decent. I flew a bit, and I tried telekinesis, but with no luck. I find it sooo hard to actually do telekinesis.... Next time I'm gonna try a different technique.
The interesting thing about my lucid this night, was not the lucid dream itself, it was the way I got the lucid. I was in a dream, and I forced myself to wake up. When I woke up, I didn't bother to RC or open my eyes or move, I just imagined a dream scenario in front of me, and the image slowly got clearer and clearer, and boom. I was in a dream, lucid and all. Maybe I will try this DEILD technique again tonight if I have the energy.

Morning of January 21, 2014. Tuesday.



I am on the second or third floor of a large old building, likely part residential and part commercial, seemingly on Third Street in La Crosse, the street (and seeing it from the same building) where, in 1991, a large group of teens turned over a police car and set it on fire after the Coon Creek Canoe Races. Over time, it seems much like my (half - on my mother’s side) brother Dennis’s old apartment, which I have not dreamt of that much (and presently have no online references to it yet). I am sitting at a desk near the window, which faces west. I seem to be working on some documentation of some kind, perhaps an educational report for state government (one is due soon in real life). I seem to be somewhat distracted, though, as if my mind is trying to clarify where I am, but in a very subtle way.

I hear about four teenage girls joking about on the street below. I think it is late afternoon. I look out and see they are looking up at “my” window. “Rasta rasta come out and play,” one says. None of them are familiar. “Oh no, he’s looking,” says one, running off but in a playful manner. (I am not Rastafarian, by the way - though I strongly relate to and understand the concepts of the “Babylonian system”, though older-style dub reggae is some of the only music I can truly get into other than styles my father performed as well as wrote.)

Over time, I hear them talking and apparently planning or plotting something, but I am not sure what to make of it. I do not think they are left-over spectators of the canoe races. They seem to be “fans” of some sort, though I cannot quite make the connections and am not sure of their intent. I sit with my chin resting on my left hand, thinking.

“Come on, I came all this way and you’re not coming down? What are you doing up there?” It seems one is a “leader” of sorts.

I look out again, and am almost hit with a small package tied with a large blue ribbon that comes through the open window and lands on the desk. I read some writing on the package that clearly says “Dread” (supposedly addressed to me) and part of a note that says “Dear Dread”, which is interesting as the two words have the same letters. I am vaguely aware that I have dreadlocks, but only in a very loose sense and only a bit in back (my wife usually combs this out in a personal screaming session when my hair is pulled). I am not sure what to do. I had been working on yet another new style of dub with special types of frequency bands, but have not finished anything yet, due to my overly meticulous associations so far this year - even with inaudible phasing - nuances I often think of that most people do not even know exist. Curiously, these girls seem to know about my special abilities regarding sound manipulation, which only a very small number of people apparently know about if the huge amount of misinformation (even from “experts”) on the Internet is anything to go by. Still, it is hard to believe anyone younger could respect or understand that area of knowledge, so I am somewhat suspicious of their motives. I am also somewhat annoyed by their seeming lack of self-control in public.

These thoughts pass through my mind, rather than anything relative to lucidity or even having fun of any kind. (I do not directly notice any musical instruments in the room - there is nothing studio-like about the room as it is more like a home business office.) I open the rest of the package and find that it is a larger hand puppet that is apparently a manticore, although its head is more lion-like at first. I notice that the letter has some rather unusual but precise anagrams of “manticore”. Looking at the list, I see:

Romance It!

Man erotic!

Cream into!

All of these being anagrams of “manticore” seriously puzzles me as if it was by design somehow, but almost as if everything that exists is a potential path to a different meaning. Another girl (possibly a version of my wife) who appears to be some sort of very shy “live-in secretary” is sitting at another desk near the middle of the room. I am thinking of going through business letters that I need to check, but my mind is wandering and thinking of inter-dimensional polarity reversal in “key” areas. It is as if I “almost” know how to open a gate or portal by inverting certain linear patterns so that others are then extant. I am trying to work out “zero pairs” into the concept and cannot quite get it, probably because I am thinking in fifth-dimensional ways, which is impossible to resolve. I am thinking of layered XOR functions (almost like a “she loves me, she loves me not” series, trying to work out if the end result will be a positive variable or a negative one), but then dismiss it, as the universe is not a computer, so that would not work.

I put the manticore hand puppet on my right arm and admire the highly detailed homemade handiwork. It is soft and velvety and looks as if it cost a lot of money in special or rare materials It also seems to have dreadlocks as a mane, but in a subtle way. I sense my wife as a shadow on the wall, but the “shadow” is white and somewhat glistening instead of black (recurring) - likely based on the concept of photographic negatives. She walks around “on” the wall (that is, a “shadow” without a visible source) and my mind starts wandering again in concepts of fractal geometry and what connects where and what “door” goes where. Meanwhile, I start to play around with the hand puppet, moving it a certain way, its lion face becomes more of a man’s face by some sort of rolling section of material. Moving its mouth by way of my hand motions inside the puppet, large rows of sharp “teeth” come out, resembling shark teeth - and I play about making its mouth open and close, watching the teeth sway about, which are a bit like plastic or real bone attached to the velvety material and row of silk to simulate the “lips”. I continue to look at the remarkable complexity of the puppet, still thinking of the skills it must have taken to make it, thinking that the girls may have good intentions and respect for me.

I decide to go downstairs, perhaps just to enjoy the outdoors or go for a walk. I put the puppet and letter on the desk. The cowardly lion from “The Wizard of Oz” touches my arm and says “D-D-Don’t go out there, d-duh, I wanna live, ehuh-ehuh…like dis…I don’t wanna see what’s out there”. I am annoyed by this “poor excuse for a lion/man” and say, slowly, going closer to his face, “Are you…supposed to be…Martha Washington?” and walk down the stairs. His sobbing becomes less audible behind me.

Four girls are on the staircase near the doorway. The main one says “My name is Micra. I’m the one who gave you the note.” (It dawns on me that “Micra note” is also an anagram of manticore.) “Hello Micra. Would you like to tell me what is going on?” She has orange “vibrating mirror” somewhat kaleidoscopic eyes (normally such eyes are more silvery and highly reflective in dreams). In fact, they all have orange eyes, and with the small black stripes of their irises, I am thinking of tigers, but not quite in a threatening way…Tangerine Dream has a song version of the poem, and it flows somewhere in the distance…

“Tiger, tiger, burning bright

In the forests of the night,

What immortal hand or eye

Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

In what distant deeps or skies

Burnt the fire of thine eyes?

On what wings dare he aspire?

What the hand dare seize the fire?”

She (the main “tiger girl”) touches my arm and fire emerges. The fire does not hurt, but I see my skin peel away, turning curly and black, flaking off, to reveal a bluish light underneath with differing “fibers” of darker and lighter. It reminds me vaguely of those “pills” that you light, and ash grows out swiftly, forming an “ash snake” - they used them for cheap Fourth of July celebrations going by various names, I think, such as “Magic Black Snake”, “Cobra”, and “Python” - not only that, dreadlocks remind me somewhat of these “Magic Black Snakes” and my own “hair” is transforming as such. Eventually I fly up into the air moving over the street watching them run and wave, looking up. The entire environment starts to resonate and cracks like ice, sizzling in vertical wave-like patterns into crumbs of concrete and destroyed buildings and streets - and four smaller lights fly away in different directions, the scene somewhat like stage curtains self-pulling apart to reveal what is really behind it all, and at the same time, being a giant manticore’s mouth opening up (but very spectral, almost ice-like in appearance) and “letting me out”. I am vaguely aware of the concept of the phoenix. The “comet rain” (yet another manticore anagram) spreads and becomes more pastel-like.

My new “bat wings” carry me into a realm of stationary lights, somewhat abstract.

I fade into the real morning. My wife moans next to me, complaining about the heat.

“Cremation” is also an anagram of manticore…

Additional layers of association: An old Tommy Cash record with the song “Free Man”, including lines such as “The king of the jungle is a lion, but you kill his freedom once he’s in a cage” and “If you only want a puppet then go buy one, if that’s how it is then I can’t stay”. Another song was “Four Strong Winds” with the line “You could join me if I’d send you down the fare”. This was our original plan but I moved to Australia.

The four girls are the “four strong winds” of freedom, perhaps Earth, Air, Fire, and Water as well.

An episode of “Grimm” called “The Good Soldier” (season 3, episode 11) features the manticore, which I not only did not know of prior to the dream, it has not aired here in Australia yet…we only just saw the last episode of season 2 - I will count that as precognition (or remote viewing?). It is one of the only newer shows we watch.