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I've been dream journaling for almost a month now, but I've only just decided to start posting them here. I'm hoping it'll help me to think of lucid dreaming a bit more in the day as well as the morning and the night.
This was the dream that got me into lucid dreaming Sorry if it seems a bit silly.

Waking Life
Non Lucid Dream
Lucid Dream

I see myself surrounded by giant robots in the third person. They try to stomp on me, but I dodge them. I manage to jump between one of the robots legs, but another kicks me and I go flying into a robots stomach. I land inside a stomach compartment, my view changes to first person and the scene changes to the steampunk-esque engine room of a submarine.
There is a shark person working on a computer. I get a radio message from a woman telling me to sabotage the engine room. I pick up a rock and throw it at a round computer monitor, but it just bounces off. The shark person notices me, and starts yelling at me. Some more shark people come in and start yelling at me with him. They then start arguing with each other, and I slip out of the engine room.
I am in a submarine high school, and there are shark people students and human students everywhere. I go right from the engine room, pass a cafeteria, and go up a metal spiral staircase. At the top, I fall over next to stairs, and can't get up. My limbs feel impossibly heavy, as if they're being held down by huge weights, something that used to happen to me a lot in dreams but hasn't happened to me for a while now. I manage to pull myself up using the railings, and lean against them.
Everyone is staring at me and I feel awkward. The railings suddenly collapse under me, and I fall down the stairs holding a piece of the railings. At the bottom, a strict old shark woman with white hair in a bun glares at me and gives me a lecture for breaking school property. After the lecture is over, I decide to go back to the engine room.
On the way there, two girls come out of the cafeteria. One of them points to me and says to the other, "This is the handsome boy I mentioned.", and they both giggle. I say "Thanks, I am very handsome aren't I?" (I'm not actually this arrogant in real life, I don't know what was going on here), and they both giggle again. They walk away from me, and I keep heading back to the engine room. I stop outside its door, and suddenly realise I'm dreaming.
I remember I'd heard about lucid dreaming before but never bothered about it. I decide to try flying to see if super powers and things actually work. I immediately fly up, my arms sticking out ahead of me like superman, and the ceiling shoots up above me so that I can properly fly around the room.
Before I can properly try out my new found flying abilities, I get a really uncomfortable feeling, like something is watching me and has become angry at me for breaking the rules. I suddenly get a vision of the two girls from the cafeteria covered in blood with red eyes staring at me. I decide that I should probably leave the dream now. I try to slap myself, but my arm slows down and my arm feels held back like before at the stairs, so I know it's useless. I'm starting to feel quite anxious now, so I close my eyes and will myself to wake up. I float through a kind of black void for a second, and then I wake up.
I log onto the computer and research lucid dreaming, and I come across this site. I make an account, and the rest is history, albeit rather short history.

Thanks for reading!

Last night I dreamed that I accidentally poured the wrong kind of milk over my cereal and caused a chemical reaction that made the milk and cereal expand exponentially. It ruined my parents' new carpet. (I'm 40 years old, so I'm not sure why I was having milk and cereal in my parents' house.)

I had a separate dream - a very vivid one - that I was living about 10 stories up in a residential hi-rise building. I heard some kind of engine noise outside the window, so I went over to see what I was hearing. A very large fighter jet was somehow hovering outside, and as soon as the pilot spotted me looking out the large floor-to-ceiling window, he brought the jet over to track me with his guns. I ran to the next room, and he swerved the jet over to target me through the windows again. I realized that none of the walls in my building were strong enough to stop whatever kind of bullets he was about to shoot at me, so I ran into the interior corridor where at least he couldn't target me visually. Large tracer bullets suddenly started ripping through the walls, and I dove behind the elevator bank, reasoning correctly that the elevator shaft was constructed of concrete and would provide some protection.

Not sure if this was a separate dream, or if the one I was having shifted, but suddenly I was in a hotel lobby looking for the elevator. The decor was very red - red carpet, elegant fixtures, roses on the tables, etc. I got into the elevator and it was way too small for my comfort. I hate extremely confined spaces. There almost wasn't enough room to turn around, and the ceiling was too low to even put your arms all the way up. I was very nervous that the elevator would get stuck, but it didn't. I got off on an upper floor for some reason, but it was just an L-shaped corridor with lots of locked doors, so I got back into the elevator to go back down. I walked outside the hotel, and suddenly I was a disembodied observer. A murder had occurred in the parking lot. For some reason, a transgendered person had just murdered a man by shooting him in the crotch, and a fashionable middle-aged blond woman was standing nearby. The transgendered woman was telling her to go before the police arrived, but she refused to leave because there was evidence tying her to the scene and she didn't want to seem guilty by fleeing. The middle-aged woman had nothing to do with the murder, but somehow the tip of her red high-heel was lodged in the man's chest.

A separate dream involved a vending machine in a bleak concrete hallway. I got the impression that it was attached to a parking garage. The machine dispensed snacks, drinks and instant STD test results. I was with a small group of people - I think we were out clubbing. I bought a can of coke with ice in it from the machine. The top was removable so you could drink it faster. (When I woke up later, I realized I was really thirsty in real life.) One of the dream characters I was with decided to buy an STD test, and she learned that she had crabs. The machine didn't dispense her change, and we had to call building maintenance to come open it up. I bought a snack from a second machine around the corner, and upon opening it, I realized that it was actually cat treats. I left them on a nearby table, and as I walked away, I realized that someone was probably going to come along and mistake them for dinner mints. I'd never do something so cruel in real life, but in the dream, I got a kick out of the thought.

I had two dream entries. First dream I had yesterday and the second one is from today.

08. 10. 2013. -> Golum

In this dream, I am at home with my mother and my friends. In this dream, one of my friends is Golum from the LOTR and at the beginning of the dream I see him killing one other friend of mine with his claws. Others are unaware of this and I fear that he will kill us while we are asleep. I try to warn my mother, but it turns out that while I was talking to her he was in the bathroom(its near) hearing everything I said. I was unaware of that until he walked out of the bathroom, pretending that everything is fine. Now I am terrified and Im sure that he'll try to kill us while we're sleeping. Next scene, Im lying in a bed, trying to stay awake. I feel him getting more near, but I am afraid to look back and Im hoping that its just my imagination. It wasnt. He catches my leg(this part was super-intense) with his hands and I wake up in panic.

Meaning: I put Thurisaz rune under my pillow in order to dream about that Rune. Considering that Thurisaz can represent demonic forces - I got exactly what I wanted.

09. 10. 2013. -> I leave the bed.

I dreamed of H. last night. We were lying in bed and making out, but it was kind of uncomfortable. Like she wanted to be with me only if I specifically conform with her vision of me. I was being judged for every move I make and as the making out got more intense and more passionate, I suddenly decided to leave. I simply walked out of bed and left, leaving her confused. In the later part of the dream, I text'd her using mobile phone, saying that we need to talk. She didnt answer and that didnt suprise me. In the dream, I was very disappointed with her behavior and thinking.

Meaning: Met her the other day. This dream is a perfect representation about how I feel about us. It would be great if she'd just stop overanallyzing things..

Morning of October 9, 2013. Wednesday.



My last dream was rather annoying concerning overall content. It involves a fictional development of the “Planet of the Apes” franchise. There are differences in my dream relative to how the plot and theme of the real series developed.

In my dream, all of the apes are very friendly toward humans and have supposed inferiority, as well as being far more realistically ape-like than in the movies, including how they sit and behave in general, but some of them seem to be able to walk a bit more upright. It is quite different in that the apes are mostly the only creatures that ever go into what were once human cities. There are no cats or dogs (as in the real-life series). Most people live in houses a fair distance from the older cities (but which still have supplies for the human population) and have the apes deliver everything to them.

A main difference is that many products are now robotic, even bottles of shampoo, with the ability to communicate with some sort of software and electronics - to inform people of a particular time or status. For example, a bottle of shampoo may walk into the living room and inform the person (relating to a preset schedule) of the nearing time when their hair is due to be washed. An oven may report on a loose wire or other problem and then walk to the city for repairs by other robots. A toy may be badly broken (exposing a sharp edge, for example) and walk itself to an isolated area to be eventually recycled, leaving a small printout from (name of toy) saying “goodbye” when the child is sleeping.

One location in my dream seems to be very loosely based on the rabbit shed in Florida (which later became the setup for a chicken farm). The larger area is otherwise much different, with the area beyond to the west being the outskirts of the city filled with apes, primarily chimpanzees and gorillas. The region is seriously filthy, with ape excrement all over the streets and sidewalks, and there is an animal-like smell everywhere, but it is not overwhelming, just unpleasant.

Near the exit of the “rabbit shed” on a larger board across a foundation column (looking much like our shed in real life at one point), just before a larger view of the city is accessible, sit a couple of larger chimpanzees. One is a young female. I do not think the apes have the power of speech (as in the movies) but “speak” using the same technology as the robotic commercial products. The chimpanzee girl moves a bit closer to me, “saying” how she had learned to kiss like Miley Cyrus from another human (as well as associations with a video) saying the name of the human whose name I can not recall, the thought of which doubly disgusts me in my dream (not finding Miley Cyrus attractive - and only “suddenly” learning who she was in the past week or two with a few horrid photos - as well as wondering why a sane human being would be intimate with a chimpanzee in any way in the first place). I push away the female chimpanzee (and at one point, notice overdone ugly lipstick and partial tongue “bubbling” out getting an impression of an overflowing bowl of rice bubbles - but more maggot-like), but still pet it in a manner to keep it at a distance. The other chimpanzee, her much older father, seems blissfully ignorant of the weird behavior of his daughter and just sits and grins absentmindedly, scratching his armpit and brushing his forehead with the back of his other hand. Eventually the two hug each other as family members and I pat the “old man” chimpanzee, feeling quite sorry for it, moving my hand over his rather large, round, and mostly bald head. I decide not to go into the city because of the smell of apes and ape excrement everywhere and get a vague impression of popular mainstream human culture at the same time, a sort of unusual realization, which is even more off-putting than the ape presence.

Later, some people (a couple looking like nurses) are pulling about a dozen or more very young chimpanzees in a large gated wooden wagon through a large building. There is a violent fight between two young males which seems “like the movie” in an “oh that’s right” association, but in reality, it is not like the movie at all. Young Caesar and Cornelius are fighting, but in the actual movies, they are played by the same actor (Roddy McDowell). This is supposedly the first time apes have been anything other than very docile.

There is also a conspiracy going on. In a ridiculous outcome near the end of my dream, a nurse is electronically “talking” to various products, mainly three; a bottle of shampoo, a lipstick cylinder, and a can of shaving cream for women. Supposedly, there is some sort of “Cyrus virus” in the robotic software that causes the products to malfunction and walk about to endanger the householder and even cause damage to various parts of the house and infect other products, even causing certain foods to become poisonous or filled with rapidly-reproducing bacteria. The nurse puts the scanner over all three products to check - the scenario being quite absurd. She scans the shaving cream and the can says, “I am doing fine and how are you?” She scans this lipstick, which gives the same answer. She then scans the shampoo, which has a more “unusual” voice (relative to what is expected) as if it is trying to mimic that correct response, but sounding more human somehow.

“This is the one”, says the robotics technician serving additionally as a nurse, “we need to recall all modules and reboot the system”. The shampoo bottle sprouts spines and leaks bubbling “venom” and starts wiggling after going “limp”. There is an electronic crackling sound from the plastic bottle, with someone saying “Hello? Hello? Testing one two three,” as if testing a microphone connection.

[For several days I was having dreams that seemed somehow not worth writing down or recording ... until yesterday when the exponential data center dream seemed worth recording, at which point the last several days of dreams that were not worth recording were suddenly worth recording, even though they are generally more suited for dream bits than full dreams. The mind is a very weird thing!]

10-05ish-2013 -- Much of the detail was gone the instant I woke up, and several days later even more has faded, but ... I am in a sort of a sports stadium, being half pursued by a sort of a bad guy, but not too much so, still kind of a calm situation. There are hints of the Buena Park Church of the Nazarene, but not much. There are good guys that are helping me and bad guys that are chasing me, and maybe some hints of doing some kind of singing of funny songs, but nothing I can actually remember.

I am moving into (or perhaps out of) the stadium area again, and find myself facing a naked and very attractive Melissa Gilbert (Laura from Little House, but very grown up) and I decide I want to have sex with her. She has no interest in me, she wants to get together with her 'Manly' (Almanzo Wilder).

Spoiler for for graphic sex:

But as she isn't actually opposed to me, I lay down on a bleacher and pull her down on top of me, entering her anally, while helping her spread her legs so her husband can take her vaginally, sandwiching her between us. It is a very pleasant, but brief, scene.

After that nice bit is over, more of the bad guys are after me, and I try to sneak out of the entire stadium area, just to find myself in a sort of railroad yard, dodging trains. Thankfully, even though I am still being chased, I am able to fly, and they aren't, so I am flying higher and higher, and though they are trying to climb buildings to catch me, they just can't keep up.

Then things start to change, in the way they often do in dreams, and I am having more and more trouble flying, while the people chasing me start flying, and are getting to be better at it than me, so I am only barely staying out of their reach, and then not even managing to stay out of their reach.

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10-06ish-2013 -- Running around in Buena Park, perhaps riding or trying to catch a bus, heading down Beach Blvd (or perhaps Grand Avenue) right past the entrance of Knott's Berry Farm. Somehow in something that half-resembles a computer game, and half ties into roller coaster rides and the like, I end up on a sort of ground-based care ride that carries me along the edge of the property just south of where Montezooma's Revenge is.

While it somehow is a flat ground-based ride, it is soon on top of a tall building, perhaps 19 or 20 floors up, and I find myself walking along the top of the building, thinking of jumping off, and worrying about if I can safely fall 19 or 20 floors or not. Very strange, and too much is faded at this point to remember well.

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10-07-2013 -- Am somehow visiting with BAM in the old place, and am preparing to cook a meal which involves some very thick steak (actually a couple of very think steaks fitting together like a yo-yo until I cut them apart and make them into two steaks) and a side like macaroni and cheese or perhaps scalloped potatoes. I am also trying to get something to drink, but all the ice cubes are contaminated with some sort of brown alcohol. (Looks like Coke, but it is alcoholic, and I am trying to get it cleaned up, but all the ice is contaminated.)

Somehow this ends up with BAM and I wandering around right outside (me still carrying the steak and potatoes) in a very ghetto-like neighborhood filled with some very rough people and lots of young gang member-like thugs carrying guns and weapons. Somehow it feels very end-of-the-world, and I can't help but think the whole world is doomed.

Meanwhile, I am still trying to figure out how to get the meal cooked, and dodging violent crooks. BAM heads off to a new place, and is moving (but only about a block or so over to a mobile home park) and I end up making friends with a particularly tough guy who actually seems to be tough but good, and is helping me gather the weapons I need to protect myself, as bad cops are chasing me and trying to lock me up, and I have to try and speak in a very hip and with-it way to try and food people and keep myself safe.

Soon I try and make it back to BAMs new place, though I have a little problem finding the exact right mobile home, and she wants nothing to do with me, though there are Christian singers who do, and a dead pastor who is trying to talk to us, and clowns running around. It is all very odd.

10-08-2013 -- On the road working with some sort of radio transmitter equipment, and antennae that fold up and fold out or something. Eventually I find myself approaching the Hickory house. Dad's truck is parked on the grass, near his bedroom window, even though he is probably dead. We have moved out of the house, and yet I think mom has just recently moved back in, so it is sort of coming home after not having lived here for quite a while.

As I approach the door, I find there is a lot of mail waiting there, though much of it is sitting on the steps, rather than being in the mail box. There is tons of junk mail, which I know I really ought to leave alone, but instead I start picking it all up and sorting through it. There are selection packages from music clubs, and lots of past due bills, greeting card catalogs, mail order catalogs, letters from prisoners, lots of mail with change of address labels on them that have somehow followed me from several other addresses, and possibly even a letter from Gordon.

I take some of the mail inside, and ignore the rest. I am very tired, and think I really ought to get some sleep, but it is raining really hard outside, and it turns out the roof leaks very badly, so it is dripping inside, as well, including on most of the beds. So I am wandering the house looking for somewhere to sleep.

I walk into mom's bedroom, and though the roof is leaking in here, too, the bed is big enough that water is only dripping on parts of the bed. Parts seem to be dry. So I climb onto a dry portion of the bed and start to fall asleep. Problem is, though I didn't actually see her, mom was sleeping on her bed, and I ended up curling up on top of her, so when she shifted in the bed, I fell off, and she chased me out of the room. I glance into some of the other rooms, and they have odd beds that are being rained on.

Somehow I end up in the back yard next to my bedroom window, kind of half looking inside, and half crouching out of sight underneath it. I have something on my face, perhaps a cross between some kind of sauce and peaches, and my marmalade cat (probably Sammy) seems to be licking it off my face. Melody wanders into my room, moving things and eventually closing and locking my window (which has been open) before moving on to her own room. Meanwhile, I have shifted over to hiding under her window, making some slight amount of noise. I am half trying to remain crouched out of sight, and half trying to pop up and startle her. She leans out the window and sees me, and is half trying to lecture me, and half closing and locking her window.

Things are kind of half shifting to becoming a large data center with computers and data banks all over the place, but still with the layout of the Hickory house. It is very strange.

Miniaturization and modernization are happening at a very fast pace, and I can kind of see as memory chips are getting smaller and smaller (and yet the amounts of them being stacked together are getting greater and greater) so that even while the individual chips are shrinking, the overall drives are getting physically larger and larger.

People are wandering through the house, and almost kind of just waving their hands, and more and more memory modules are appearing in place, and getting bigger and bigger, so that the amount of information they can hold are increasing at an exponential rate. And yet the volume of information to be contained is expanding at an even greater rate.

It's like the amount of storage is increasing from megabytes to gigabytes to terabytes and beyond, and yet the amount of information there is to store is somehow increasing at a rate that is infinitely greater. It is like storage is expanding at a rate of infinity, while information is increasing at a rate of infinity squared.

I notice this in a concrete manner because the computer that was keeping track of every kind of soda in the world used to take up about a quarter of a room, but it now takes up an entire room, even though the rate of data storage has increased so drastically. And yet it can no longer hold the data on every soda, but only on the three or four most major flavors of Coke products, because we are learning ever greater details of the molecular and even atomic structure of the Coke products, so that even though we can store billions of times more information in much smaller spaces, we've run out of room.

Meanwhile, I can barely move as they keep waving their hands and creating more and more drives and memory modules to fill up the space, and I am truly frightened that any second they are going to create memory modules in the spot that I am standing, that will materialize inside of me, occupy the same space, and cause me to explode around them.

So I am fearing for my life, while at the same time complaining because we no longer have the information on Coke's Fanta flavors, while I am being squeezed into smaller and smaller spaces. They have to move some things and make a way for me to reach the door so they can throw me out and fill the space where I was with more memory. Very surreal. Especially since at the same time it isn't problems with Fanta soft drinks, but Fantasoft (the company that created Realmz, a fantasy game I used to play.)

So I find myself standing back outside the house again, and I have something in my teeth. It is like a bit of food or something, except instead it seems to be tiny bits of incredibly strong wire and wiring and plastic, that I am pulling out of my teeth, and it is incredibly annoying. Except it also seems to be a bit of a Kit Kat Bar which is somehow made of data chips and plastic, rather than candy, while I am looking at a small circular pattern on a computer screen that seems to be in almost psychedelic colors as it spins around. Very bizarre.

10-09-2013 -- [Lots of connections to other dreams in this one, long and detailed, but perhaps not as interesting as some others.] I find myself in a sort of a carnival ride area that is a live action sort of version of a cross between Roller Coaster Tycoon 3 and Tropico. The rides that I am interacting with can hold 6 people on one, and 8 on the other, and I can see the Tropico people-shaped 'slots' that they occupy (including the empty slots where there isn't a single rider to fill in).

The ride 'areas' are sort of circular / dome-like, and make me think of the round playground plots at Boisseranc Park, and it kind of feels like the earlier bits might be taking place there. I seem to be both trying to ride these carnival rides, and trying to ensure others ride them. But soon I find myself talking to BC, and the locale seems to be kind of shifting to somewhere in Kissimmee, and there are strong hints of a recent dream (about a week-and-a-half to two weeks ago) that I don't think I ever actually got written down or entered, where I ran into Chris V. who was helping me with something, and ended up going on a sort of river-like log ride without me because there were not enough seats.

Anyway, we are wandering around this area near downtown Kissimmee which is very close to where I'd interacted with Chris V., and we are discussing a meal that I really like that seems to be a cross between Ohana and something along the lines of Melting Pot, which I have also dreamed about in other dreams, frequently. To try and get either points or perhaps win money to allow me to pay for a meal, BC leads me to a very small 'ride' or game that only 'seats' one person, and is kind of along the lines of a sort of carnival game.

I find myself facing this very small booth with a kind of a panel (about the size of a math text book) that you push aside to reveal the insides of the booth. There is a sort of thin cardboard 'sheet' hanging here, like the thin cardboard backing on a note pad or something. It is kind of dangling there, surrounded by sensors, and you have to try and pull off the cardboard, and hopefully the 'tickets' attached to it will be drawn out, too. But if you trigger the sensor, the tickets will detach and remain in the machine, and the cardboard may even slip free of your hands, and be pulled entirely back into the machine, in which case you will have to wait for it to reset before you can try again.

The sensors include a motion sensor, and a 'sensor' which is kind of like the tension on a roll-up blind ... tug it the right way, and it will pull out. Tug it the wrong way and it will suddenly roll up and back in. And I really seem to suck at this, because about half the time I end up with just the piece of cardboard (in which case I have to try and feed it back in, like a bill in a bill slot, waiting for it to catch and be sucked back in) and the other half it just rolls back up. In either case, I need to wait several seconds for it to kind of reset before I can try again. I am winning no tickets, and it is getting more and more annoying.

Eventually things are kind of changing, and I find myself standing next to a big ship, with Steve K. (a friend from school) urging me to follow him onto it. The ship is an odd sort of a cross between a cruise ship and the Mark Twain. It only has three decks, and it isn't all that wide, but it is quite long.

Steve is dressed in a Disney costume that is mostly red and white with a hint of blue. It looks much like the costume I wore at Carnation Plaza Gardens, with just a hint of Frontierland to it. He is moving very fast, up and down stairways and across the decks, and I can't keep up with him. Soon he is out of sight, but as I run past servers and can-can girls, they are indicating he just ran past, so I know I am still on the right trail. Part of why I indicate this is a long ship is because it seems to stretch from downtown Kissimmee to Disneyland's Tomorrowland.

I step off the ship and find myself exiting through a Disney employee gate which is somehow in the middle of the Tomorrowland Concourse. (This is what it is called in the dream, I think it is also called this in real life, but it has been long enough that I am no longer sure.) It's the area where the tile murals used to be that were eventually moved to the Contemporary Hotel's Grand Canyon Concourse when they replaced Adventures Thru Inner Space with Star Tours. I step through to find myself staring across at a three or four tile square impact crater that seems to come directly from Roller Coaster Tycoon.

It is supposed to be the entrance to a ride or perhaps a show, but it doesn't seem nearly as impressive as it is supposed to be, and it may have been closed down permanently, which makes it really not as impressive as it otherwise might be. Since it isn't anything that special, I just find myself walking out of Tomorrowland, heading for the hub.

It is night time, and kind of dark, and as I approach the hub, and am trying to cross over to Coke Corner on Main Street, I find my way blocked by a parade. It is supposed to be a very grand night time parade, something like the Electrical Parade, but again, it isn't living up to it's reputation, and looks like something smaller and less impressive, like a new version of the basic 30 Years of Magic parade.

I am kind of hovering along, and I know I can fly, so I am considering just flying high into the air and crossing over the parade, but I know I often have problems while flying, and am afraid I will crash into something, and end up getting in trouble, so I convince myself it won't be long, and I will just wait for the parade to end. It isn't very special, and the crowds watching are rather thin as well. Eventually four people walk by carrying the rope that marks the end of the parade, and people start flooding across the street behind them, but as I try to do the same, a couple more people in costumes, old fashioned three wheel bikes, and a couple of small floats come rolling along. It seems they fell behind, and somehow the parade end did not wait for them, and they are now mad at me for being in their way.

I make it across to Coke Corner, just to find it is later than I thought, and Coke Corner is closed, the piano is locked up, and there is nobody here to play. In fact, almost the entire park is closed already, except the half of Main Street that is closest to the exit. There, the shops are still open. So I end up walking past a closed restaurant, kind of disappointed because I am still hungry, then I end up crossing back over to the other side of the street, as I get near the tobacco shop, magic shop, and the corner shop, which is selling plates and ceramics and the like.

I find a supervisor suddenly berating me and bothering me, saying I am not allowed to just tear down the decorations and steal them, and I have no idea what he is talking about, but then I glance at my hands and find I am holding one of the pole pennants, the kind they had for special events like State Fair or Circus Fantasy. It is really cheap, and made of cardboard, and I didn't even know I had it. It literally fell off the pole and into my hands, and I was kind of fiddling with it and twirling it around without even realizing I was holding it.

I explain this to the supervisor, and hand it over to him, but he doesn't believe me, and explains they are going to be keeping an eye on me. Unfortunately I can't seem to stop fiddling with things, and without meaning to, keep just grabbing things as I walk along and playing with them, getting more and more people upset with me.

Soon I have crossed to the other side of the square again as I walk past City Hall, and then under the train tracks, heading for the exit gate. I am making my way through, and now find myself fiddling with something that looks almost like a blue cookie, and try to apologize and hand it to the security guard as I pass through the gate, but he doesn't seem to want it, so I guess whatever it is, it isn't another part of the decorations that I have accidentally stolen.

As I exit the park into the parking lot, I head toward Harbor House, rather than toward the Disneyland Hotel. I find myself staring at a water park (closed) that is right in front of the train station, which I have also seen in a few other dreams, but since it is after midnight, I don't have any chance of visiting it.

I know that I did not actually drive to Disneyland (I took the boat to get here, remember?) but somehow I still think I will find a car of mine that I can drive home in, somewhere in the Bambi parking section. Of course, since I didn't drive it here, I have no idea where in the Bambi section it might be. I want to cross over into the parking lot itself, but there is a tram in the way, and a cast member is trying to tell me I can't get in the way of the tram.

But I am already floating, and snap something along the lines of bi***, please! I can fly right over that tram! I'm not trying to cuss, it's just kind of a figure of speech. Problem is, the parking lot has been filled with all kinds of stalls and shops and services as Disney tries desperately to suck every possible dollar from their customers, and it makes it more and more difficult to move through the parking lot and actually find one's car.

There is a hint of some kind of a brief scene with some 'wholesome' Disney tweener star who has gone off the deep end (ala Mandy Moore or Miley Cyrus) and is now rather slutty and Disney wants to distance themselves from her, but then I find myself wandering through a candy store in the parking lot. I am looking for Swiss Petite Fruit, but as usual, these days, nobody carries them, which disappoints me. I am still hunting for my car as I wake up.

Dream recall from today"s WBTB/naps.

Dream 1(fragment):

I was playing some video game.

Dream 2(fragments):

I was at home and there were some anime characters and a small dragon, i almost realized the dream but got distracted.

Dream 3(fragment):

Flying above sea, seeing my wings.

I don't remember much from my dream last night. I know that my father was holding my mother and I captive in the trailer. I once asked him why, but I don't remember his answer (it might have been something like, "Because I love you"). At some point he texted me and explained to me that he would be drinking the following weekend and I asked him why, but he said because he always drinks on the weekends and the holidays. That wasn't what I meant. . . .

At some point I'm trying to escape from him.

Dream 1 : [COLOR="#800080"]I was home on the computer and then suddenly the door rings. My sister goes and check and dad is home. I'm kind of surprised because he just went back to work like few days ago and now he's coming back IN THE MIDDLE OF THE WEEK.(Might have got lucid from that but no) He seems drunk and he goes in the kitchen to sit and talk with mom. [/COLOR]

Dream 2 : [COLOR="#800080"]On a street from real life, I'm with a girl and a fat round boy. He's sitting on a bench and I chew gum while the girl is looking at both. I throw my gum on the ground and then I slip and I fall in that guy's hands and he's about to fall but I keep yelling for help from that girl because if he falls we couldn't get him up anymore. Then the dream skips in an AWESOME place I've never been to before. There are metal high-rise buildings and I'm with a girl that is kind of fat too and I keep telling her that we MUST get to the concert because I really want to watch it. She keeps telling me to shut up. I suddenly think about renting an apartment because the concert place was away from my home so.... She tells me it's a bad idea(which is actually) and we continue to walk. We get at the concert place and there I am with 2 girls from my class and 1 girl that I really don't know who she is. That girl tries to make us sick because we were on a high building and I'm the only one that doesn't get sick and I start to walk confident in front of her and blow her kisses (To annoy her) and stuff then she suddenly reminds me of the dream I had before and we pretty much start to laugh.[/COLOR]

Not sure if this was lucid or not, So I'll put it in plum color <.<

Dream 3 : [COLOR="#DDA0DD"]My bestfriend tells me that we should go to the sea. She suddenly gets a jet pack and flies away. I'm only left with a parachute so I get it and I fly to the sea. The sea color is bright blue , never saw such a nice sea color in my whole life.There was also really green and nice grass NEAR the sea. I lose control of the parachute and I almost land on the water but I somehow gain it back and I land on the grass(there were a lot of people who were excited and waiting for this tho :\ ) Some girls are being totally mean to me and try to push me in the water but I didn't fell so I told them to not push me in the water but I get revenge and I push the girl in the water then look at it thinking " What if she doesn't know how to swim" I then get distracted by someone who calls my name. There's a boy I don't know that wants to show me how he skates. I agree to go with him and he drives to an apartment building that seems haunted and abandoned. I follow him in the apartment building, He gets out his skate and starts doing skate things while I watch and clap. He suddenly disappears and I explore the building a bit more. It's dark in there. There are kids going up and down stairs like crazy. I explore more and when I look back at the stairs there's only one kid that goes down stairs .The dream suddenly changes to me being on KVIRC in a channel named #Cuutee and There's a boy in there named Meadow. The dream then changes back to the last dream. I get scared, I stop him and ask him if he knows how to get out of here and if there are any rats in here. He nods and tells me that there are rats in here indeed. He then grabs my hand and drags me to the outside of the building( I was really scared) I hug him and thanks him a lot. I then meet a girl with brown hair that wants me to go somewhere with her. I grab my umbrella and then go. While going the girl meets her mother and some friends and they start talking while I have trouble with my umbrella. It breaks and I get angry on it, I throw it on the ground and stomp on it and I break a lot of things that are near me. My bestfriend suddenly appears and tells me that we should go to the sea. I look at her kind of scared because I didn't wanted to go with her but with the other girl and I knew that If I wouldn't go there she will get mad at me and won't talk with me. I invite the other girl too and we go to the sea and that's pretty much all I remember from this dream. [/COLOR]

Dream 4: [COLOR="#800080"]I'm going at a mall with a fat girl and a boy. The girl eats a lot and says that she should get more clothes because she wants to. I tell her to stop eating because she really gets too fat . I then go in a shoes and accessories shop and I see a lot of shoes that I want to buy and then go look at accessories (I'm with mom and sister this time). I look at a lot of earrings and necklaces .[/COLOR]

I was in a church with my father. At some point the woman reading the second reading had some sort of emotional breakdown in the middle of it, and could not go on. Those who ran this church, (strangely led by a woman, even though my father is Roman Cathoilic in real life) the church leaders insisted that now the service needs to start all over again, not just the reading, but the entire service.

I do not know whether there was a transition from the woman's breakdown to my issue with my father, but at some point in the service, I said to my father that maybe it is time that I sat on my own in church, or maybe went to a different church than him. For the rest of e service we just sat apart.

I then went to the home I shared with a room mate (who is a stranger in waking life), and I told her, I would have to move away, and also get a new job or new research project, that I need to do things my way.

I think this may have been part of this dream, where I found I had some sort of health issue, I think some hair falling out, and I thought it may have had something to do with a research project I participated in with my former research advisor / boss who in this dream was a medical doctor. my roommate advised me to go see him, but at first I said his appointments are booked, I would never get to see him, but she insisted that since I used to work with him, he would see me without an appointment.

Fragments: I also had some dream fragments about family I think, and maybe others I forgot now, but may have recalled when I woke up.

I think my dream involved my crush and her boyfriend, but I can't remember anything else because my recall has been absolute shite as of late.

Originally Posted by NyxCC

I've got an idea you may want to incorporate in your scientific approach. To play with a different wbtb duration (and maybe timing) and see how that goes. For example, week 1 wbtb duration 10 mins, results: more/less awareness in dreams, more/less dreams, etc. week 2, wbtb duration 15 min, results. Obviously, you can structure this as you like.

WBTB really works like a charm. For good or bad, when I get too awake and have trouble falling asleep, I get a very high chance of ld. If you could make the wbtb at 4-6 o'clock it may not be too loud outside yet.

That sentence was the key. I thought about it…I’m not usually able to go quickly to sleep (particularly if I have something on my mind) So I welcomed going back to bed feeling still even slightly tired. What if I did trade off having to take longer to get to sleep against going to sleep with more awareness?

I set the alarm for 4.15 AM and refrained from “pantomiming” (i.e. falling asleep then dreaming, then waking up immediately after a dream ended.) Sure enough Ed took it as a hint not to disturb me before the alarm.

I stayed up for 1¼ hours and felt wide-awake when I went back to bed. Fortunately, I had nothing to brood about or plan but I still lay there for what seemed quite a while but, eventually I hit paydirt. My wakeup time from the LD was 7.10 AM and I don’t recall any other dream. I don’t even clearly recall the beginning of the LD...only the sudden triumphant realisation “this is a dream!”

There’s no mistaking the difference in awareness…I just knew. You switch from observing/reacting to thinking/planning. I think this was at a lower level of lucidity than the other two Ld’s…it remained cluttered and pretty “muddy” throughout and I still sometimes seemed to “jump” to another scene.

I blame myself. I suffer from what I call “blackberry bush syndrome” I always have. Whenever the family went gathering wild blackberries I was always charging off ahead…over the hills and far away…looking for the ultimate blackberry bush with loads of massive unpicked blackberries…and I’m like that in LD’s

I must RC for God’s sake!...for 2 reasons. To dispel that 0.01% of doubt that an insecure person like me carries, that I’m actually lucid at my age!...and just for the novelty of seeing my thumb go through the palm of my hand. Also I must pause, look slowly around and take in everything around me...maybe that will "up" the lucidity as well. The dream started to fall apart and I immediately began to spin…but I realised I wasn't doing it as well as before…”spin like a ballet dancer with outstretched arms” I instructed myself and I did (for longer this time) and the dream stabilised

I sensed that I was maybe in urban USA perhaps (but decidedly Bronx rather than Manhattan) I was swimming around in some kind of communal pool (very muddy water though) Then I saw a row of women and I thought “God! I hope my dreams aren’t full of women like the two in that other dream.”

Sure enough these all had very ugly features…their noses were terribly disfigured and I thought “No! This isn’t right!”…and the disfigurements disappeared as if by magic...was that my very first dream-control? I do hope I don’t become women-fixated. I’m a man and, even at my age, I like pretty women…but I’m not a predator and I’d much sooner by flying around the moon than indulging in sexual fantasies

The dream seemed to cut to me walking down a very cluttered and dreamlike corridor and suddenly I just woke up…no breaking-up of the dream…I just seemed to walk out of it. I immediately tried to get back in but, with no success...is it my inability to visualise? I felt trembly but this was more a Wow! Yes! trembly feeling rather than the after-effects of SP (maybe REM had simply ended) Of course, I tried to get back to sleep again but in vain…I was too excited and constantly drifted back to thinking about the LD and trying to analyse it.

I'm deliberately refraining from adding these dreams to my LD count...as a punishment to myself for not RC'ing and looking around more.

Conclusions – I’ve pulled the LD’s back by 2 hours…definitely trade-off sleepiness against awareness…probably try for 1½ hours WBTB next time…to see if that increases the lucidity…MUST REALITY CHECK AND LOOK CAREFULLY AROUND…work on ideas to help fall asleep easier (maybe a lobotomy)...Read-up on DEILD....I think I may be OK with dream control within the dream…and try and stay off thinking about women…mind on higher things please (I can’t absolutely promise though)…and LD#4 where art thou?...

Oh…and NyxCC?...Thank you…

I wasn't in the dream as a person I was watching it. There was this little girl alone with the teddy bear and she walked into the kitchen of this huge house and on the kitchen worktop I was a web cam and it was on and the screen it was connected to walls projecting some kind of image on the wall behind her. She then looked straight at the webcam and said something along the lines of 'Come home daddy'. I realized the image on the wall was of an empty living room.

Moving on through the dream I see her mother emptying the washing machine. Suddenly the door slammed behind her and the same happened to her daughter. I woke up sweating even though nothing that scary had actually happened. Looks like my brain is getting ready for Halloween

08.10.2013

Left behind in a country-wide tour (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was traveling with a group of people through different cities around the States and we would stay one night at a hotel and enjoy the dinner there.

One night, a friend was left for some reason. I wondered how he would do to catch up with all of us because we were in some sort of all expenses covered tour.

Another night passed and I had to visit the restroom. When I left the restroom I noticed all my friends left me behind as well. I was wondering why did they and figured I needed to stay at the hotel paying it on my own and figure out something next day (it was late night)

I went to sleep and woke up the next morning. I was in a totally different room and even hotel.

I realized anything made sense so I turned lucid. My level of lucidity was very low, I was barely aware I was dreaming, so i jumped off the window and started to fly.

I saw a nice lake so I decided to jump in and explroe the underwater, but the clock woke me up