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Zilch on the dream front at the moment...but it's not surprising. I've been for three x four hour walks in the country during the last week...from being indoors most of the time to twelve hours solid walking in the country and by the sea. I don't ache (surprisingly) but I'm sleeping like a top at the moment...all that fresh air and exercise.

I find walking like that so conducive to awareness...I notice everything,, feel the breeze etc (semi-gale yesterday) and I know that this can only help towards good results in the future

I fell out of the sky and landed on some farmland. I could see a white fence off in the distance and a big colonial plantation home, and then what looked like guest homes off in the distance. It was night out and I noticed the house was lit up strangely, and when I got closer I realized there was no electricity, only candle light. A lady in the house came out, dressed up in an old 1800s style dress, and invited me inside. From the things she told me, I found out I'd fallen into the past and was on a southern plantation in the 1800s. I sat down and had tea with the ladies of the house, and they were interested in my stories of the future about cars and electricity, and one of the ladies had a crush on me and would follow me around. I wandered around the farmland looking for a way back to the present, but once I figured out how to get home, the lady who was crushing on me became irrationally angry and tried to force me to stay. I had to run to get away from her.

My dad invited me over to his house to pick up a bunch of my old toys and stuff from when I was a kid. I was weary at first, but I really wanted to get my old stuffed animals and things, so I decided to go get them and leave right away so I wouldn't have to deal with dad. When I got there, he showed me to a closet that was packed with all my old stuff, so I spent some time digging through and looking at my old things. I remember seeing my Lion King beanbags, a bunch of My Little Pony stuffed animals, and some teddy bears. Dad came over and demanded that I stay for dinner since I hadn't seen him in forever, and I was suspicious but I decided to because my car wouldn't start. When I was eating, he slipped some drugs in my food and I became tired and laid down on the couch, and I heard him say he unhooked my car's battery so I couldn't leave. He locked me in the guest room and wouldn't let me out, and all the food he gave me was laced with the sleepy drugs. I broke the door down and went onto the porch, and I saw him taking all the stuff out of my car and throwing it away, so I freaked out. He saw me out there and started heading back to the house with an angry look on his face, and I ran inside terrified and grabbed the phone, which was wooden and shaped like a stringed bow, and shut myself in the closet and called 911.

Oh, wow, where do I even begin? I had a long, crazy dream!

Right, so I was in this group, we were kind of... a gang. Everything looked old and abandoned, but I dunno if it was in the past or if something had happened (I remember a huge wave/tsunami, but I can't tell if it was in this dream or in another dream I had earlier), but... well, everywhere we went, it was like an old, rural area.

I think we were selling drugs (I started watching Breaking Bad, can you tell? ) and other illegal stuff, as well as taking people from one place to another (I'm not sure sure why they couldn't move, but we had to help them). I spent a huge part of my dream either driving the (of course, old) bus myself or just watching the dirty, muddy roads as someone else drove it.

Whenever we stopped somewhere, it was a big, old house. Almost like a farm house, but inside, there were LOTS of rooms... so even though the houses were big, the rooms where people lived were absolutely tiny and disgusting.

Not sure how this happened, but in another part of the dream, I ended up on a boat... still with the same group and the same... goals. Who knows what happened?

Once we got out of the sea, I was in a city and I was on my own. I got a car (probably stole it, but... don't remember) and started driving around, looking for people to sell my stuff to.

I wonder why I am such a criminal in my dreams.

I was at Jamie S house. We were trying to figure out something to do with lucid dreaming. It may have been a new technique? In the end, we figured it may of been impossible. We may as well just watch the rest of the demonstration, and hope for the best.

I saw a spider on his couch. At first, I thought it may have been a white tail spider, but it just looked similar. I flicked it off the couch. I couldn't find where I flicked it, until I felt something on my hand. I quickly flicked it off before it could get it's fangs into me. I tried to stomp on it, but I think it had no effect?. I stomped it again with effect, it's blood and guts were showing. I wandered off and tried to find some paper to pick it up with.

Dream Fragment
Marliegh was laughing at how I spelt goal. I spelt it right, but she insisted it was wrong. I started second guessing myself and basically convinced myself that it was spelt as goul.

This fragment seemed to have incubated. A ex girlfriend Marleigh had messaged me about a dream she had about me (wild sex supposedly). Also I was in bed setting my lucid dreaming goals. All this happened just before going to sleep.

Tried to DEILD a few times during the morning with no success. I swallowed when attempting, which put me off. I've noticed improvement in reality checking when I awaken, in case it's a FA

I had a average amount of water before bed, hoping I would wake up during the night. Never really had the urge to pee through out the night

Dream 1(fragments):

I was in some video game and was fighting through some castle/maze place.

Dream 2(fragments):

I was on balcony, looking for something, and there were some really slow pigeons. Later some bees or similar attacked me.

Dream 3(fragments):

Was playing some game that looked like Chaos Engine but with different characters, and i was searching for some secrets.

> I was hanging over a pit of black water by a rope and my hand and some electronic gadget fell out of my pocket into the water. Something else had to do with other people in this dream, Earlier.

> A boat sank with people still on it and then someone activated thrusters when the boat was rear-end facing down, Which caused it to propel out of the water and regain buoyancy.

> I was Thomas Magnum and was being seduced by a woman - Or someone was trying to seduce me - And then i thought of a highway and going back to the boat with Higgins. On the way something happened to the small boat we were on, I think we had trouble getting the small boat attached to the larger one so we could board it.

Morning of October 1, 2013. Tuesday.



Lately (mostly over only the past few months), I have had a recurring “dream habit” of immediately shooting anyone that even slightly annoys me in a dream scenario (almost always near the last three-quarters to the ending of my dream) - although it probably has not vividly occurred in dreams more than about ten times thus far. I am not quite sure how this developed - especially as my patience with people in real life is much higher than many I know of - or perhaps this is actually the reason - to safely “unwind” in my dream, so to speak. I seem to immediately be able to use my hand as a gun (as I am not fully clear on if my hand is actually holding anything when I shoot) although there is always a gun-like sound. The other character (usually male) drops on the first shot and is out of my dream entirely - and for the most part, no other additional character even seems to notice. Strangely enough, it does not even feel like a violent act in my dream, more of a way to simply eliminate certain annoying characters of my dream to move on to a potentially better scenario - my mind is quite focused and certain and aware on this act as if it is the right thing to do at any time within any dream - and how it works - as I said, a new actual dream “habit”.

This dream, at one point, is focused on a lifelong dream theme of three-storey houses not being quite “safe”. In one part of my dream, I seem to be looking over our “new home”. My oldest daughter is much younger - however, it could also be that our baby daughter is much older, yet she does mostly seem like our oldest daughter Amelia at about six years or more younger. Our “home” first seems to be a very large garage-like structure with a low roof, with no additional rooms. It has a sort of old dampness like a cave and is on the corner of a city block. Coincidentally, this seems connected directly to (but completely different locations) 415 N Wilson Street/Avenue (but the “actual” in-dream location corresponding with 2 West Oak Street, near the “Tree of Knowledge” that has been there since I was very young), which, in turn, was a scene from another dream I wrote about on here recently. Not only that, in Google maps, I spotted the triangular area and even a yellow smaller bulldozer-like vehicle on the 415 address, which eerily seems to come straight from “The Dead One” entry on here even though it was a childhood dream of many years back.

Later, though, we are in the same location, but there is something about needing to move. It is a three-storey house. The third floor is sort of disintegrating over time, the floorboards unsafe to walk on, so we do not really use the third floor anymore. Curiously, even though I have had similar dreams about such odd floors all my life, it was only in very recent times that I actually lived in (or even been in at all in real life, for that matter) a house with weird, thin floorboards with larger gaps between them (which also happens to be where the astronomically highest rent ever paid is, as well - even though this house would probably not even be allowed to stand in the USA). This of course, had to be some form of precognition, as no matter how strange or unlikely dream imagery is, it often turns out to reflect amazing foresight of various kinds even for the very distant future.

There seems to be concern about daughter Amelia’s safety and we are planning to move from the house in my dream (in real life, our present house is only one storey). There are scenes about information on why people should not live in a three-storey house, the third floor which is often more quickly in a state of disintegration, perhaps with a connection to the idea of relics in an attic. It may also relate to a sense of mainstream group mind being “above” me in numbers, yet in a state of decay relative to knowledge (whereas the basement would be the supraconscious, both positive and negative totality). Realistically, it does not make that much sense at all for a higher floor in a house to be “older” or more worn out than the rest of the house. If anything, an upper floor, when an addition to a two-storey house, would have to be new or less used, not more. Yet in some dreams, buildings seem to age in “reverse” (at least relative to the first floor) as if the building in my dream had somehow been built from the top floor down(?).

Later, as we are mostly no longer in the house, I look out to the opposite side of the street and notice a very large and metallic green lamppost on the corner (at least five times bigger than what it should be - an exact, but “giant” model of the lamppost near the “Tree of Knowledge” in my hometown), across from where our front door would be (which in real life is now part of a bank’s parking lot, called “Suntrust” - and across the street is an inn, not a warehouse). I expect that it will fall over but miss our house, and it does, with a very loud crash near an industrial building or warehouse (rather than the inn). There is also an odd parallel sense of the “Witness Tree” or Witness Tree junction, also in Florida, and reminding me of both the Rod Stewart song “Broken Arrow” (a special song my wife and I heard prior to meeting) where he says “I will meet you at the Witness Tree, leave the whole world behind”, and the Wendy Matthews “Witness Tree” CD that came out around the same time I came to Australia (1994).

I go out to look around and when I am in the area, I am mistaken for the main member of a repair team to fix the lamppost and told to write down the serial number for the main damaged section of the light from the lamp section. Another man shows up shortly. I have a piece of paper (about half of A4 size) and a pencil. I start to write the code with the paper being on an outer window ledge of the warehouse, part of it being 415WS - 415 Wilson Street (which I think I change by drawing over it to something like X465 or similar). I ask him in a sarcastic manner if I have to write up a report (as I was the only witness to what had happened - but the report is to mostly document the exact levels of damage and repair costs) and, being slightly surprised by his answer, he says yes. I ask him about what form I should use and he makes a remark about needing to travel to get it from the company (even though there seems to be a folder of work and report forms on the outer window ledge of the warehouse with yellow and blue sheets as well as white sheets for original copies). Everything must be done by me - as he is only a foreman who only gives the orders on what people do regarding street maintenance (I have not worked for a street department in about twenty years - the last one being in Onalaska). I start to regret getting involved and being mistaken for a street department worker, but I do start to write out the longer number. I have a little trouble with the pencil as the lead is somewhat dull, so have to trace over the lines, pressing harder, in an attempt to darken them. The number codes seem very important in relating to something else - they have several sixes and at least one nine, so I focus on them for quite some time - perhaps some important, almost barely familiar patterns. This turns out to be various distortions of planck’s constant.

The other (first) man yells at me for taking so long in copying and writing out the serial code (of which I think there are at least four or five sections of mostly numbers and a few other letters in addition to the “X” and “WS”). I feel a vague sense of frustration - as I know I should be getting more out of what I am seeing on the paper (focusing on the thicker spiral of the number six which has erasure marks around the “stem” of the six), but calmly materialize a gun in my hand and shoot him. A short time passes and I shoot the other man as well. I then contemplate shooting all of the others (although I see no one else) that are supposedly not a part of “my” dream realm and slowly wake with no additional drama.

My wife’s dream of the same time period had similar elements, even the concept of being in the third floor of a house.

Other associations in addition to those already mentioned above:

“Lily of the Lamplight” I sang to my wife on a cassette tape before we met (a part of her name in English meaning “Lily”).

A recurring childhood dream of Susan R, the “other”, sitting on a bench near the “Tree of Knowledge” and crying (which would have also been near the same lamppost).

The seriously weird-sounding David Essex song (from 1973) “Lamplight”.

A number of incredibly strange coincidences and “parallels” to the new Wendy Matthews CD (all of her past CDs also having bizarre coincidences and “parallels”), even the “same” address in a song title (but in real life, a different town of course).

Important Links:

“Tree of Knowledge” with green lamppost near:

http://www.panoramio.com/photo/33809019

I have included this next first link for my own reference (though incomplete in light of her newest album related to the link after that), because, when it comes to Wendy Matthews songs, it gets pretty crazy with at least a hundred strange coincidences relating to her music and my wife and I, one recent album (one song “explained” in the second link here) has both the name of my oldest daughter and even has this song with (including the same three-digit number and name) an actual street address (but most assuredly a different town) from my childhood.

http://www.wendymatthews.com.au/discography.htm

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aGBDy3CnsIA (Note the master key “twenty-two” gate, as a heart - on the tattoo on the back at the end of the video which is apparently the album cover - and her rather odd comment - “tattooed on my memory banks” relative to things manifesting later in life - her exact words). I’m putting this up, as I consider it very precise validation at several levels (for me, personally). There was a lot more, but I decided not to post it here, as it is far too detailed, complex, and personal and is, quite frankly, too “miraculous” so to speak - some things should probably stay sacred.

All I remember was waking in a room dark purples in color large! A bed in the center to the right a door to a balcony, the left corner the door and direct in front of the bed a light curtain seperating the large room to an equal large bathroom closet area from the door I can hear a mans voice stern deep "where?" And the door opens as I sit up in bed a guy about 5'11 paces the room he's facial features are a bit blurry due to the dim lighting, "where have you been" is all I made out from his monologue, he went to the closet and threw a dress on the bed and told me to hurry. Slamming the door behind. Him, that's usually when I wake up and go lay with my fiancé. I tend to only have dreams like this when I'm not laying or sleeping with my fiancé

I dreamed that I was at work (not quite where I actually work or what I actually do), and an employee of mine was waiting after work for someone to pick her up. She looked a lot like "Precious" from the movie, but not quite as large. I casually asked her why she didn't just take the bus home, and she said she couldn't afford the fare. So I offered her a ride.

Unfortunately, I took a left turn on a major street instead of a right and got lost. Mistakenly thinking that I had a protected turn signal that I didn't actually have, I ended up turning through oncoming traffic and nearly having a wreck. The employee told me that since I turned wrong, she didn't know how to get to her apartment from this way. I took the next left turn I could find so as not to go too far in the wrong direction, and I found myself driving through a horribly poor section of the city that doesn't actually exist in real life. There were no lane markings painted on the streets, and there were no curbs. Everything was covered in dust, and you could scarcely tell where the street ended and the sidewalk began. The detail here was amazing (I use that word a lot to describe dreams, but I often find the detail of them amazing). The buildings were all multi-story concrete construction with balconies, and I commented out loud, "This looks just like Mexico." I could see some familair signs for Burger King and McDonalds sticking up in the distance, and I figured that if we continued toward them, the employee would suddenly realize "I know where we are now!"

I asked "Precious" to put her address into her GPS so we could get directions, but when she pulled out a flip phone, I realized she didn't have a GPS application. I asked her what the address was, and she replied, "423 Ed Vaughn Rd." I've never heard of such a street name. I pulled out my iPhone and dictated the street address to Siri, but she kept giving me directions to other streets that sounded nothing like what I was trying to say. "Give me directions to 423 Ed Vaughn Rd." "Getting directions to 423 Elizabeth Rd." I nearly had several more wrecks while trying to program Siri. Finally, I came to another traffic light and stopped in the left turn lane, which had a red light. I typed in "423 Ed Vaughn Rd" and nothing came up. I asked the employee if she was sure that was her address, and she said, "That's not how you spell it." She pulled out her flip phone and typed it as a text message so I could read it: "423 Ed Vin Rd."

For some reason, I decided now that it would be easier to find her apartment if I abandoned the car. I made my turn and then pulled over. We began to walk down the sidewalk, staring at my map application, and then my mother woke me up with a knock on my bedroom door.

I googled "Ed Vin" to see if it meant anything (it was a French pronunciation in my dream, which was why I confused it with "Ed Vaughn." I didn't find anything at all other than a few Facebook profiles under that name.

Someone who's just finished drawing a picture of 10 priests, then a picture of me, offers to draw a picture of Andromache; in the dream I believed that was the name of a goetic demon.

(Woke up. Back to sleep.)

There's a witch I put under an enchanted sleep a long time ago, but a girl's come to warn me that she's started to wake up. There are rhymes and charms meant to keep her asleep, but when I see they're not going to work I run for the nearest doorway, to put a few realities between us. The doors I pass through repeatedly change the scene until I wind up in a tiny square room, just large enough for me, with only the one entrance; I get rid of the roof and start flying.

I'm with a group of people in what looks like some underground stone temple, talking to a guy who emerged from a tunnel in the floor, and I'm noting that he looks just like his ancestor. We're returning his ancestor's sword to him, although now it's just a sword - there had been something else attached to it, something we used. As I'm thinking about this I notice that the tunnel has a carving of the Monkey King's head set above it.

A cardinal arrives at the top of the stairs leading down to the temple, followed by attendants in red and gold brocade. He's been our enemy before, hunting us down, although that's been resolved; still, we're not exactly pleased to see him, and his attendants start to run forward to put themselves between him and us. But he holds up a hand to tell them to stay back. He's brought us a satchel full of papers granting us certain privileges in recognition of our service to (something or other) - none of the privileges granted are actually very useful, this is just a symbolic gesture. I mention to one of the guys with me that I'd rather have another of those papers claiming we were acting with his permission and authority.

In what looks like a morgue, there's a live man lying down on a slab being examined by a guy in a wheelchair, along with a goon in a suit standing behind the chair, and a man in a white coat standing over the slab. The guy in the chair is looking for someone who's had plastic surgery, and he's thinking the guy on the slab might be him. He's wrong. He's also thinking about peeling back the skin of the face to get a look at the underlying bone structure. The guy on the slab has got the wrong idea about what's going on, he was brought here by the man in the white coat under false pretenses, and he's saying, "So you recognized me on account of my face?" The man in the wheelchair had been gripping him by the chin. Now he starts to reach toward the guy's bare chest, thinking about the heart, and the guy says "Hey, I thought you weren't gonna take anything too-" He looks at the guy in the white coat, who is looking up at the ceiling and moving his lips silently, maybe praying.

non lucid
*Dancing with a group of people from an anime convention.

My love for lucid dreaming is strong as I cope with the loss of a friend, but I cannot stand seeing their home inside the dream and wanting to be able to do what I never did with them in person whenever I would walk her to school.

It's happening on this street I currently live in. It's not a long street, as a matter of fact, it could take me about 10 minutes to walk across it in reality. It isn't like that in dreams. In dreams, the time it takes to walk down across this street is determined by how many memories I have within it, I assume. My father is driving me down this street in this blue car. He is going to take me near the other side of this street. As he does, I notice a few elements on the way.

On our way down I saw one of my friends' home. Her name was Trinh. Me and Trinh lived on this same street(a little funny because she is the friend of the girl who I tried apologizing to for a year). Unlike her real home, which was a little bit trashy(okay, a lot trashy), this home is as clean as a rich, suburban home. But I'm still not convinced that this may be a dream.

As we're driving on to the next houses, I see Trinh's house again. This made me to believe that I am in fact in a dream. After that my father turned at a corner and that was basically it for this scene. My dream was beginning to fade when I kept on emphasizing to my mind that I AM in a lucid dream.

So I repeated my WBTB/mantra method. I woke up around 4 am and went back to sleep at 510. Before I went to bed, I remember being doubtful I would LD two nights in a row. I reassured myself I would and built up some expectations and excitement. It seems being expectant and excited is key to success.
I had a full dream, but can't remember it, ugh. I think I might have been partially lucid. Slightly remember being mad I was losing the dream. Then I had a FA and caught it when I noticed that when i reached under my pillow with both hands, both of my hands grabbed a phone. I thought, 'I only have one phone!' and became lucid.
The dream quickly faded as I tried to change the scenery.
I entered a new dream
I employed a new mantra method i read on a post yesterday to repeatedly write a mantra. Unsure if this worked or if it was my WBTB technique, but I had an LD!
Going to try a shorter waking time in my WBTB tonight.
I drank about 1.5+ bottles of water before bed. It was too much. (I drink water before bed to wake up in the middle of the night to use the restroom so I can wake without an alarm)

Non Dream
Dream
Lucid

I've written out the nighttime routine I created. I'm trying to set it in stone, so to speak.

1.Fall asleep trying to think about as little as possible.
2.Upon becoming lucid, make sure the dream is vivid. If it's not, make it vivid by rubbing hands, looking around and focusing on details while saying "stabilize". Try to remember to keep it vivid during the dream.
3.Upon waking, attempt to DEILD by making the ringing in the ears as loud as possible.
4.If DEILDing fails, stay still and mentally back track as far back as the dream could be remembered.
5.Write down the dream in as much detail as I can going forward. Assess whether to get a snack or drink.
6.Repeat 1-5 until it's time to get up.
7.Type dreams in online Dream journal.

I'll keep a dream count going for the entire month to see how well the routine works. It seems to work well for me. I'm going to try to write down all of my dreams this month. My goal for the month 75 dreams, 20 of them lucid.

Dream #1-I was walking through a suburban neighborhood towards a somewhat elaborate one story home. I walked through the backyard of their house, through a side door, and through a quaint kitchen to find my niece and nephew. I asked my nephew how his trip to Santa Cruz was. He seemed to enjoy it. My attention turned to the television in the living room. On it was what looked like a commercial for a baseball glove. It showed a second baseman making great plays would the glove. He described the glove as being a 12 (out of 10, I suppose). The end of the commercial turned to slapstick comedy as it showed the second baseman and the glove quickly growing proportionately. Then the player threw another player through a distant mountain. I found the stupidity of this amusing. I woke up.

Lucid #1-I was in my bed when I felt something brushing me. I tried to do a nose plug but I couldn't move my arm. "Obviously, I'm dreaming", I thought. Next thing I know, I'm flying in the night on the broom that was brushing me. I quickly found that I could fly higher if I brushed the broom downwards. I saw a pool complex that looked familiar somehow, but I decided I wanted to fly to the ocean. I flew a bit higher and looked from it. I conveniently found I was just about flying over it. I dove into the moon lit water. Immediately I could see dolphins swimming around as usual. My plan was to ride one and transform into it. Out of the corner of my eye a spotted one that looked like it was going to pass me. I reached out my right hand and grabbed it's dorsal fin as it passed by. I got onto it's back and hugged it to hold on. The feeling of it's silky skin was incredible. I started to lose the dream at this point but could still feel it's skin. I tried to hold on to the dream like I was holding onto the dolphin. All of a sudden, the dolphin started biting me, it didn't like being held. My dream logic told me maybe if I let the dolphin eat me, I'll transform into it. I let the dolphin bite my arm off. The next thing I know, I can't move my arms or legs. Completely spent, I wanted to wake up. The scene changed to me being in a Japanese arcade. I was taunting a couple of kids at a game, explaining to them I wanted to wake up. I woke up.

Dream #3-On a hilly open field next to an amusement park, there was an explosion which started a fire. Fire trucks rushed to the scene to put out the blaze. As I was watching this near the fence, a camel walked by. Since it was on higher ground than I was, I was a bit concerned it would poop on me. Next thing I remember, I was in the amusement park with a new backpack watching a mine train roller coaster. A boy asked me if I could guard row 8 for him. We then decided we would ride together. I woke up before we got the chance.

Dream recall from today's WBTB/nap, Not much apparently.

I was watching some video about something related to wrestling 5 vs 3 and an alligator. Then i was growling.