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Dream of: 28 December 2013 "Planting Flowers"



some dreams are more than effervescence

Although its the middle of the winter, I've taken out the lawnmower to cut the grass at my 17th Street House in Portsmouth, Ohio. I first start cutting the grass in the vacant lot next door. I even start cutting the grass in the back yard of my neighbor Bill's house. I had never cut his grass like that before. Since I have my lawnmower sitting low, its obvious that I cut his grass. I realize I shouldn't have done that because Bill probably didn't want me to cut his grass.
While I'm outside the fence behind the House, I use a little white circular machine which looks like one of the little robotic sweepers which are used inside houses. Instead of using it for sweeping an inside floor, however, I set this machine to moving out in the alley. After the machine picks up quite a few things, I bring it back into my backyard and look at it. Among the items picked up by the machine can be seen a little cup which looks as if its brand new. The cup looks designed to hold milk for a baby. I think I'll keep it. It would be usable if it were simply washed. I also see what looks like a small piece of gold about a half centimeter square.
As I'm sifting through this stuff, I look through the door in the back fence and out into the alley. Lying on the little patch of green yard between the fence and the alley are lying four large orange clay planters. Two are round and two are square, while all are about 2/3 of a meter tall. They all look in good shape. I pick up one and carry it into the House. I think its good that I've found the planters because I have many packages of flower seeds which I've possessed for years. Now maybe I'll be able to plant some of the seeds in these planters.
When I walk back out to fetch the other three planters, they've all disappeared. Someone has stolen them! I'm chagrined. When I continue looking, however, I find two of the planters, so only one was stolen. Nevertheless, its terrible that I can't even go into the House for one minute without someone stealing something out by the alley.
I carry the remaining two planters into the House and prepare to do my planting.

A bunch of colleagues and myself decided to go to the beach. We all rallied on a square/market made of different parts of my last block in Zagreb, but somehow strongly reminiscent of Rijeka. I remember Peti, Grga, and the Mihaljevic brothers, but I think there was someone else with us. We walked between the tall concrete buildings surrounding the market, and got to the other side.

We turned left past the buildings on the other side, and we were on a stone/dirt path heading for the beach. It was the same path I walked in Tomasevac, Rijeka, as a kid. The beach was very similar, but somehow different, the water was dark and looked more like an ocean, than a sea. It looked very nice but I didn’t even think about swimming as we neared it, my mind was focused somewhere else.
Suddenly I realized that I didn’t bring any swimming gear, not even a backpack. I hurried back and Grga and someone else followed me on their bikes (which they didn’t have previously).
They decided to wait for me behind the house on the corner we turned last.

I grabbed a plastic bag with my gym clothes, but no sneakers, and went back. Suddenly another colleague, Boltek, was in the group too. We went to the beach, but were in a spiraling staircase walking upwards.
It was the spiraling staircase leading to a billiards club we often went to (and hung out there quite a lot in the past). The stairs were very narrow, and the guys were making their usual snarky remarks concerning my situation.

Then, we were no Prokhorovka, a map in World of Tanks. The eastern side of the map was missing, and instead behind the tracks was the road to the beach we went through prior. We started from the north spawn, and pushed the south (the map was inverted). I was in my VK3601(H). As I pushed over the ridge I found a Sturer Emil confronting me. I flanked him, but he pinned me to the wall next to the road. As I tried to push loose, suddenly I had my hands again and, with help from Peti, tipped the Sturer over on his side away from me. I stepped over him and felt the armor plating beneath my feet bend and twist, as if it was made of tin. I was scared that I would fall through, but I didn’t. It was only up to my chest height, too.

Then we continued to the beach….

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It was quite a weird night. I had just come back from a cruise and I was in this 5 star hotel. Except one strange thing was the room was incredibly hot. We couldn't find the thermostat so we just lied there in the heat. I woke up several times and I felt I had no need to go back to sleep but to pass time til morning. I had drank a shit-ton the night before. Anyways I only remember one dream from that night

Black: dream
[COLOR="#800080"]Purple:[/COLOR] lucid

I had given unwanted sexual advances to a friend on the cruise and she was ignoring me and I felt horrible about it. For some reason I have a very foggy idea there was some part of the dream where 2 of the friends were sitting in the hotel room while I was sleeping. Anyways the first thing I remember clearly was being in my grandparents front yard. [COLOR="#800080"] I then became lucid and did not do any reality checks. I knew I was dreaming and I started trying to fly. I flew up about 30 feet in the air but I started to lose momentum and slowly fall back down towards the ground. I looked at my hands which looked incredibly realistic. I repeated trying to fly for about 15 more times then I woke up.[/COLOR]

Dream of: 26 December 2013 "Operatic Fantasy"



fantasy is the soul of freedom

I'm in a small country which is controlled by a stout black-haired dictator (around 50 years old). Having become acquainted with the dictator's black-haired daughter (probably in her late 20s) and her black-haired boyfriend, I'm able to circulate in the inner circle of the dictator.
One day the dictator approaches me. He wants to look at the colorful cover of an old LP record album of an opera which I have. We have a conversation and he gives me permission to show this album to his daughter.
As time passes, although I constantly carry the album around with me, I never get around to showing it to the daughter, even though she knows that I have the album.
One day many people are gathered outside at some sort of function. The dictator (who I think of as "the president") is inside a trailer. I'm sitting at a table when a man in a military uniform sits down right across from me. He somewhat intimidatingly begins asking me questions about myself and he wants to look at the opera album which is lying on the table. I immediately sense that I have a problem. I have the feeling that the man is involved with security and that he's trying to figure out exactly who I am. He discovers that both records which should be in the album are missing. I recall that the album was recently scrutinized by another security team, and I conclude that the other team took out the records and failed to replace them. I hadn't even realized that the records were no longer in the album. At first he's polite, but slowly turns sour, and begins an extensive interrogation.
He opens the gatefold album and looks at the liner notes, which are written in either German or French, and he wants to know what the liner notes say. Even though I haven't even read the liner notes myself, I try to explain the subject of the opera to him. I know the basic story, which takes place in Europe. I think its a fantasy, maybe something on the lines of Wagner.
I finally ask the man if he's a security agent. He gives me his name, which sounds like "Fred Thompson". I'm surprised when he tells me that he's head of security. Now I know that I'm under scrutiny. I tell him that the president himself gave me permission to use this opera. The fellow doesn't seem impressed and he doesn't appear to even believe me.
I reflect that I haven't been close to the president lately and I realize that I no longer have ready access to him. I'm going to have to deal by myself with this head of security. I notice that the album is now inside a big plastic baggie. The head of security asks me where the baggie came from and I tell him that the last security team put the album in the baggie. He seems to suggest that the baggie is an indication that I shouldn't even have the album. I continue to assert that the president himself gave me permission to have this album.
Everyone else at the table has become timorously silent. I realize that I must deal with this problem myself and that I can't ask for anyone else's assistance. I have to face this situation alone.
The boyfriend of the dictator's daughter walks up to the table and sits down right next to me. He seems like a friendly chap. I have the feeling that he thinks I'm now seeing what living in this country is really like and what the people here have to endure. I like this fellow and I say, "I've been thinking about you a lot. We should get together some day."

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Dream 1: [COLOR="#800080"]I'm on the top of a mountain and there is a lot of snow on it. I see a chairlift thingy that you can travel with from cities to cities. I tell mom that we should use it, she's quite afraid but accepts. We get on the chairlift and it's speed is really fast. I fall from it but mom doesn't so she continues her adventure without caring. [/COLOR]
Dream 2: [COLOR="#800080"]I apparently went to search for that "Aura" again. I'm in a sewer and I look around for some tubes. I finally find them and I go through them even though they're small as hell and I have no idea how I got into them. I keep crawling and there are a lot of challenges that someone forces me to do. I do them but then I suspect that if I do those challenges I'll sell my soul to satan(wut). When I wanna do the last challenge the "someone" transforms into a scissor and it keeps giving me directions on where to go and instructions on what to do. I eventually get out of those tubes and I see a bed but right when I'm about to jump on the bed someone screams loud : "EARTHQUAKE" and the ground starts shaking. I jump on the wall and start running up so I can get to the top. I get to the top and jump out of the building and I start laughing and stuff. I somehow got in the front of my high-school and there are lots of people. One of the girls tells me that her parents are really violent and that they have mental isuess and I get really sad so I hug her.[/COLOR]
Dream 3 : [COLOR="#800080"]I get out of my school and I find this green turtle. I pick it up and she bites me. I slap her a little and then she starts to get really violent. I run into my apartment complex and I realize that the turtle can't really come up for some reasons. I look at her and laugh then I go upstairs and I see Lady Gaga doing some weird music videos probably.[/COLOR]
Dream 4: [COLOR="#800080"]I'm somewhere near a river. There are colorful flowers around the river and the place looked just amazing. I ask a girl where we are and the girl says that we are in Japan. She keeps telling me stuff about Japan and then I tell her that there is a huge difference between Romania and Japan.I tell her that I wanted to move in Korea but now I wanna move in Japan. I get closer to the river and there are some weird purple tiny creatures that jump on you. (I also kind of remember something about the cherry blossoms trees, their leaves kept falling)[/COLOR]
Dream 5: [COLOR="#800080"]I'm at high-school and there seems to be a special actvity. People were crazy and kept doing all kind of weird stuff. The school looked extremely colorful. A girl tells me that we need to exchange classrooms with another class. I run fast to the other class and they have an english lesson going on. I fastly pack up my stuff and then the teacher asks if someone knows what "activitate" means in english(Activitate means activity). I tell the teacher that I know the answer but then I'm like : "Wait, I don't belong to this class" and start laughing. I walk out of the class and right when I'm at the door the teacher says: "Anna, you can tell the answer". I get back but then realize there's another Anna in the class and I run out of it embarassed.[/COLOR]
Dream 6(fragment) : [COLOR="#800080"]Something about me when I was in the kindergarten. I think people were ignoring me and stuff.[/COLOR]
Dream 7(fragment) : [COLOR="#800080"]I was in a house that looked like a mushroom and there were 2 girls in it that welcomed me.[/COLOR]
Dream 8(fragment) : [COLOR="#800080"]Talking with Hathor28 and she is sick.[/COLOR]

I was at home (hometown?) and saw an old man through the window, and I thought, he shouldn't be here/there. And then, I must be dreaming! Immediately, the surrounding became darker, until I can't see anything but darkness. I was then inside our living room (hometown for sure), but surrounded by darkness, and crystalline sparks. I kept saying "Clarity" hoping that it will clear everything up, but it just got darker, and I just got confused. I also focused on breathing. As everything went dark, I thought, I must be waking up, but told myself, no way.

I was outside on the backyard. I felt like it was ours, but it doesn't look anything like it in real life. It was night or just dark. There's a small field for planting. JV's mom was working on it, tilling the soil, and I started to worry. Some things are out there that might cause harm. Some small things. After I secured my own mom, I dragged her to the sidelines and then I fought the small flying... thing. A small robot. It flew up what looked like an elevated garage. I kept focusing my powers of electricity to shoot it, but once I raised enough electricity, they turn into paper. I tried moving stuff with my mind instead. I raised metals and threw it at the robot. Eventually, I forgot all about the robot (which wasn't retaliating in any way) and I practiced my dream powers, trying to lift a heavy metal pipe with my mind. I kept failing, but eventually I succeeded, but not by much. I thought, This will be cool practicing this all the time now that I can lucid dream!

I was inside an abandoned building with others. It was night outside, and it was dark inside the building. We were avoiding some things. Bad things. Evil things. (Guh... so that's how Good Omens affect my writing...) We hurried to get out of the gate (invisible, which is quite silly) before something inside caught us. We didn't look back.

I was outside, still night. I looked back. I saw happy faces of my high school classmates (quite clear was JG's face) as if they just finished playing basketball.

Daylight. We're supposed to escape by climbing some sort of really tall statue that reaches way up in the clouds. A companion commented how there are some snakes up there now, which didn't happen before. A short scene near the beach (or the road near Victorias, where the road is elevated from the sugarcane fields on both sides): someone was walking on the fields. I was walking on the elevated area (road).

I was up on the statue. There's a platform where barrels and/or snakes roll out, and we have to jump over them and avoid them, which gets more difficult as the level increases. (I swear to gawd that's what I thought in the dream) There were monkeys somewhere here. At first I was just watching, but then I went into first-person view, and I slipped under the mouth/area where they barrels/snakes go out. I ended up outside a building, holding up a window. I had to, or else the whole factory (house like) will collapse, and all the white monkey workers inside will get crushed. After a while, I let go, and the monkeys were able to escape. The area felt provincial, like the areas I used pass by via Don Salvador Benedicto.

There's something about a chosen one, a child, but that part of the dream mostly escaped me.

Spoiler for WARNING: Violence:

I was reading a book. I'm reminded of Florante at Laura and the whole rhyming thingy. The cover's drawing looked like it was evenly spaced out trees on the water, but from a top view. It looked old, the book. I opened and read. There was a woman being threatened by a man (the drawings looked Old English, or something). The woman protected someone (the chosen one?) or some people, and the man threatened to tell the authorities (?) unless she has sex with him. I saw the line drawing in the book where the man was pushing the woman on the wall facing him, which represents him raping her (although both were clothed in the drawing, I felt the cries, despair and humiliation of the woman). Under the table very close to them are two figures hiding, one a child and the other another woman, presumably the mother. The woman was looking at them in the drawing, still protecting them. Although the rapist was looking in the hidden people's direction, it suggests that he didn't see them.

I was watching small girl (the chosen one?) talk to God (he looked and felt like the one on Facebook, but full-bodied). She was asking him questions and he answers her with funny responses. I forgot the details of the exchange.

NOTES:

I slept around 4 p.m.
I woke up around 5:44 p.m.
I meditated before falling asleep.
I was listening to Linkin Park (Hybrid Theory) and The Gorillaz playlists the whole day.
I thought about how the music I was listening to connects to my high-school memories.

Didn't sleep well, had a terrible headache.
All I remember is that I dreamt that I sent D another email, asking him to respond to me finally.
During my morning nap I dreamt of grandma visiting my parents. And grandma needed a new phonebook? So mother tells her this special phone book can only be bought at the airport around 200 miles away and therefore we need to drive there next Friday? Weird, I know.
But it gets better. I'm 30 and now I tell grandma "Thanks, no I have to spend my next weekend at boarding school because nobody will be home because of your freaking phone book.

Night of January 4, 2014. Saturday.



The setting is solely the porch of an older brother’s house in La Crosse (half-brother on mother’s side, Earl) on St. Cloud Street. I have hardly ever dreamt of this particular location, though, even though I had been there quite often. In fact, it took a moment to realize that it was not a composite. The people on the porch include me, a different brother than above (half-brother on mother’s side, Dennis), an unknown relative (but possibly either brother-in-law Verdell or aforementioned brother Earl), and eventually a younger unknown male. There are also people (police or security guards) outside about half a block away at one point, in the last part of my dream.

It is late at night, possibly just before midnight. I hardly ever have dreams about any kind of drug use (especially personal) but this one features some sort of plant that is smoked. From what I have heard/read, I have opposite experiences than others under such conditions and smoking this plant actually makes my dream more and more vivid (and realistic) and stable. I am not one hundred percent sure, but the plant seems to be called “Havarti” (or similar), which is actually a kind of cheese (yet also vaguely similar to my wife’s maiden name). Still, it is not rare for me to have bizarre forms of word misuse in my dreams, as I once dreamt that a “Jacuzzi” (hot tub trademark) was a type of human-like (and somewhat vampiric) monster. I suspect that it may be a corruption of “Havana”, a type of cigar, possibly with an Australian accent corrupting it to “Havaner”.

The unknown male mentions something to Dennis about what he is doing and Dennis seems very annoyed, saying, “There are plants to smoke besides marijuana!“ I actually attempt to smoke a cigarette of the particular plant on my own. What follows is intriguing. After a time, I blow out a cloud of fire and black smoke. Each primarily conical cloud of very thick black smoke is about two feet long and stays in the air in a near-solid but somewhat morphing impression with a narrow "band” of fire directly underneath, but sometimes more around, almost like a piece of rainbow “stuck” horizontally on the underside of the cloud at times. It sometimes vaguely reminds me somewhat of candy corn in afterthought, or perhaps fire agate, and is quite beautiful, each thick “cloud” hovering for a few minutes before dissipating. However, the point/narrower end is opposite to where I am exhaling from and circularly larger near my face, which seems wrong and reverse to what it would be otherwise (similar to if a bullhorn had the larger end towards you).

Each exhale event (which is almost like vomiting but without the unpleasant sensations), which produces the same sort of black cloud and underside-to-circular fire-banding each time, causes a very intense side-to-side vibration in my body and a strange pressure in my head (though the light and thin stream of fire does not burn coming out). (A couple of the clouds do look a bit more like floating holograms of fire agate - even with the "bubbly” surface and eventual morphing shapes.) It is almost like an actual shaking in the environment but restricted to the perception within my body only - I say this because no one else seems to notice any shaking of the porch’s floor or walls. Over time, I seem to smoke about three of these cigarettes with about four or five exhales of each, becoming more stabilized and aware within my dream each time, yet somehow still not being lucid (it is likely too vivid to be seen as a dream, eventually - it is finally easily as real as real life in perceptual terms and body awareness). I am not quite sure what to think but get a slight impression that my body is in a very “high” state of well-being regarding waves of energy moving to their most extreme distances through all tissues and outer muscular surfaces - even all of the integumentary system - very oddly, it also seems my lung capacity is three or four times what it is in real life, which is quite exhilarating when I breathe. I am not even sure why I am doing this. There was a recent dream where a seemingly homeless or poor person was trying to sell me fire agates and a few other types.

Eventually, a young male comes onto the porch. He may be as young as twelve, yet seems to be running from security guards from a business on that street, east of where we are, or perhaps police. He wants to smoke what we are smoking. When he inhales on a full new cigarette, the entire outer surface (except nearest his fingers) becomes suddenly bright red and sizzling with sparking embers - and my brother tells him to take it slowly - but the one entire cigarette had already been used up with that one act of inhaling. There is some talk about why the authorities are after him but it is not quite clear - it may have something to do with being on business grounds after hours or trying to steal something. I eventually relax more and “fade out” from my extraordinarily vivid dream. I am not a smoker (of anything) in real life.

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Night of January 4, 2014. Saturday.



This dream, unknown to me at the time, related directly to my wife Zsuzsanna’s dream and memories, as well as an old photograph negative she had been looking at without telling me.

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I am passive, tolerant, and patient in this dream. (I am not lucid, but it is rather vivid.) I vaguely remember thinking of manifesting a potential scene of romance and love-making, though I do not initiate it. My surroundings seem “wrong” somehow, as if I had come to be in the middle of some sort of fiasco created by a religious person. I am in a public hall at a small gathering of perhaps twenty people or more. It seems to be a group of people in an informal (bucolic) prayer meeting, perhaps in the late 1800s at first, but is more likely in the 1970s. The partially gray-haired preacher is directly to my right and reading from a personal book of sermons (not the Bible) and others are following along and repeating some of his words and phrases. There is no singing. I am seated in the front row and there are three rows of plastic chairs (not pews) I am aware of, of about eight or nine people each. There are also a few people seated on the floor in front of us near the first row only.

I am not one hundred percent sure as to what is in the area before us - as to whether it is a stage (which I do get an impression of and it seems logical). I am not sure as I never look in that particular direction at all (other than the immediate foreground where the girl and a few other people are sitting informally on the floor). There does seem to be an implication of a door on my far right as well as a stage likely being in front of us, but I am only slightly aware of it. All of this, in almost every detail when verifying certain things, matches the area Zsuzsanna was at the age she was relative to the young version of her here, though I had never been there and I did not know what it looked like.

The girl (young version of Zsuzsanna) who is seated on the ground in front of me, informal cross-legged style, seems happy I am there (but seems slightly sad and out-of-place) and turns around to touch my left knee with her right hand. However, there seems to be some sort of strange electromagnetic alteration (invisible barrier) of her intent and she reverses her motion and puts her hand back down as if the act is not physically possible and this makes me feel a bit “off” and both sensually and spiritually denied in my own dream (maybe she is uncertain of her approach).

I am rather annoyed at not jumping into a sensual adventure in my own dream (or even at least comforting the girl spiritually as even that was preferable to this “meeting” as a group, as it seems riddled with dogma and robotic continuity rather than with real consciousness and focus), so I decide to work on some music and start to write the notes down in my music book. The preacher, however, pulls it so that I cannot write properly (but does not touch me directly as if there is a similar barrier as with the girl) and makes a comment I do not recall. Imagine being denied both sensually and creatively - and I see that I have to follow along with the meeting (just to be polite, of course, as if I was viably lucid, I would have changed the entire scenario in a heartbeat) even though I do not belong there. I have no idea why I (or rather my dream self) am this passive. It does relate to Zsuzsanna’s memory and her sense of regret that she shared with me later on. This is more evidence that people can share other people’s memories without being aware of the orientation regarding location and such.

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Regarding Zsuzsanna’s dream, implications in her dream were very similar to mine and left her sad (again, she had been looking at a photograph negative of the group which I never saw and I did not know of the preacher or the location, but these were days where she felt wrong about being near these people, as well as “brainwashed”). In my dream though, I do not sense any “dark energies”. It just seems a bit unusual and wrong, as if any kind of touching, sexual or not, was somehow seen as wrong and one person was “spiritually in charge” of several others.

Zsuzsanna regrets the influence these people had, even getting rid of some of her artwork and even certain music albums and possessions. It was not a religious cult, but probably close to it in some ways. Promoting the idea of “sin” upon a person doing nothing wrong was something I always felt was truly sick and “evil” in itself.

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today i dreamt i was in a illuminated place, the floor was yellow due to the lights illuminating it
then i saw ana filipa, carolina sousa, mariana rocha coming near me.
they came but ignored me, ana filipa greeted vitor and goncalo who normally
are ignored at my school too, i found it weird and sad at the same time.
but then ana filipa gave me a kiss on the cheek.


Dream elements:

-ana filipa
-mariana rocha
-carolina sousa
-vitor
-goncalo


Technique used: MILD


hours slept: 11 hours

today i dreamt i was in a dark place, my eye and iris was shaking and cutted in half.
i was touching them. it was a bit jelly to touch them. then my mom
was in panic and was looking for a doctor, i was in a dark place.

Dream elements:

-my eye
-Mom

Technique used: MILD


hours slept: 11 hours

I am lucid somehow, a great werelion on a suburban street somewhere nameless. I can fly! I leap into the air, flying! I land, and leap again, but somehow cannot fly? Why can't I fly? What technique do I need? Wait- this is my lucid dream! I leap to the sky with a shout: I BELIEVE IN ME!
I stop about 15,000 feet in the air and hover. I perceive the edge of the dream bubble, and swirl it around to make a portal. It doesn't work at first. "Don't focus on the Moon yet," I tell myself. "Focus on the portal. Twist the pane of the dream bubble!"
The sky begins to swirl as if it's a 2D painting, and- I wake up!

note: I have not experienced this power in theta mode much, generally in delta only.

1/3 snip...For the second day in a row I get up after maybe 6 hours of
sleep, eat some oatmeal, watch a little TV and then go back to bed and for the second day in a row I have a lucid dream. I think both were either due to the nap schedule or my tweak to my self awareness check-ins but I also performed SSILD cycles each time. This felt more like a morning nap than a wake back to bed because I normally don't stay up for a long time for my wake back to beds staying up 1 hour yesterday and about 1.5 hours today (got into a movie). I'm driving down a busy road with three lanes going the same direction as I am. The right lane slows down to almost zero and I get over into one of the faster lanes and I see there's a car that is slowing down just barely going . As I continue along I see more and more cars driving strangely in curve patterns on a straight road some of them also curving into the side of the road and stopping. As I get more and more suspicious the question pops up that must be dreaming. The finger through my palm tries to tell me that I am awake but
I just know that I'm dreaming and I told myself if I'm dreaming I can pull back on the steering wheel and the car will start flying like an airplane. I lift off just above the ground at first and wonder if I've actually lifted it off at all and I pull back a little more and sure enough I'm flying up in the air higher and higher flying around a beautiful green hilled landscape in a daylight scene. It is so much fun it reminds me of the dream where I took off from the roller coaster flying over a similar landscape. I am checking out different views and after a while my vision starts to get fuzzy and I felt like I cracked open my eyes in waking life and maybe saw a little light and my room but I later realized that was a false awakening since when I actually woke up my sleep mask was firmly in place and my first do was dark by the sleep mask. At the time I thought I'd barely woke up so I decided to try to go back into the dream but later ended up in
another false awakening where my wife was coming back to bed for a little sexy time. I pull up her sweatshirt and she has an undershirt on and by the time my son starts calling out from downstairs (in the dream only because he's not at the house at the moment) we are completely naked and I am worried that he is going to walk up the stairs into our room just like the episode of Modern Family rerun that we watched last night. He is calling her asking her for something and I try to call out to him what is he looking for but he keeps calling to her (I also hear is cousin downstairs) and I tell my wife hey why don't you respond (at least 3 times) before he comes upstairs and I look at her and her eyes are closed and it looks kind of like she's having a light seizure or something with her lips puckered kind of like a fish and I start to get ready to call my son to ask him to call 911 when I realize again I'm dreaming...I must be but there's just enough doubt that I make myself
wake up just in case she is having some kind of medical emergency in waking life. Did not count this as a lucid dream...not this false awakening.

Sleep Score: 100 approx
Lucid Dreams: 0
Recorded Dreams: 6
Technique: WBTB

Notes: lot's of sleep, duration 12 hours with actual sleep of about 10, dehydrated in the morning. Could have easily had many LDs tonight

(here's the new way I've been capturing data since Zeo went bust)

1/1/14 snip...Sometime during the night I wake and I have trouble going back to sleep I think only after 3 hours around 5 a.m. I went to bed just after 2 a.m. New Years Eve. Since I'm unable to sleep I decide to do my SSILD cycles and after some time I have three waves of vibrations I think that I probably went lucid but I was too lazy when I woke up after several subsequent non lucid dreams to write anything down so I don't recall anything specific after 5 a.m...except for the three waves of vibrations. Not counting it since I can't remember for sure.

1/2/14 1am 430 620 Dream that turned lucid. I get up after 5 1/2 hours of
sleep eat some oatmeal watch a little TV and then go back to bed. This was a morning nap false awakening where I pull off my sleep mask in the dream sitting up a little in bed. It feels so weird so I think that I am halfway in dreamland so I lay back down to DEILD but I am already dreaming...but it is confusing for a little while, a dreamlike confusion. New FA (I assume since my first memory of it is a bedroom scene) with E & his wife B. E asks if classic channel changes back to regular later I say no it stays the same but they play new shows not only reruns and classics. Something about Sony classic perhaps sony movie classics channel? My pajama pants are part way down and I try to pull them up a little I see B notices this and she appears interested to look down there but then I tried getting them up again when E starts talking again but he never looks down to see the condition of my pants I half realize it's a dream and have decided to go back down and visualize messing around with her but as I do it becomes so very realistic that I fully realize I am dreaming. I played with her breasts through her bra and I also feel her down there and it was warm and moist through her underwear. At one point she embraces me and as I wake up I notice my wife is not embracing me as I thought was happening. I assumed that waking life was melding with the dream but no, all made up in my mind. It was a very sensual weird experience. Just before I woke up I did start thinking about goals and if waking life was entering the dream.