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09-1-13 I had just awoken from one LD and had been very pleased to be done with the first bad dream I have had in a very long time. I used the restroom and drifted back to sleep. I did not try to WILD but it happened anyways. I began having the same anxiety feeling telling me I had cancer (I do not) but I was still fully aware. OK, well here I am in a dream. Stop thinking such stupid BS brain! I looked around and was in a cluttered office or storage space. It looked maybe like storage for a hospital with tables covered with various junk. As it was a WILD I was still very cognitive, so I quickly remembered TOTM. Ok, what was it? Walk up the walls and across the ceiling, plus sing the ABC song. I at this point had forgotten about the locker room idea. Too bad as combining all 3 would be cool. I normally spider climb walls and ceilings, but wanted to experience something new. Perhaps that is more crawling than walking? How about clinging like a bat? I went over to a wall and pictured my feet were bare and had hooks like a bat, and that my arms were long like bat wings, minus the actual wings, with little claw hooks.
I was able to climb up in a more or less upright walking position using the bat idea. The ceiling was oone of those hanging office ceiling, with a metal grid that has fiber board panels suspended. I just hooked my claws on the back feet onto the metal bars and walked out onto the ceiling. Good enough. I reached the middle of the room and was standing on the ceiling (or hanging by my feet just for kicks).
What now? Oh, the ABC song. I started singing it while maintaining the dream about standing on the ceiling, but as soon as I got to Q I could not think of what comes next. I started over and still only got to Q. As I attempted to think a bit too hard, I was suffering the dream collapsing. It had not collapsed yet, but I could feel the start of the process. I reduced my focus down to just my clawed feet holding onto the bar. By reducing the needed processing power I managed to stabilize the dream. When I was sure the danger had passed I expanded the scene back to the full version. There I was, bat like on the ceiling. I told myself to relax and just let the song flow, as I must truly know it by heart. This time it worked and I got the entire song out. I forget the details about how I got down. I probably just appeared suddenly down. The dream faded and I woke up after less than 1 more minute.

09-10-13 This dream was very vivid, but the non-lucid part went on way too long. I normally am semi-lucid in all of my dreams (part of me knowing it is only a dream), but in the start of this one I was 100% fooled and non-lucid. I also suffered great anxiety and discomfort in the dream, which would clearly make it a bad dream. I have had very few bad dreams for perhaps the last decade. I suppose being semi-lucid has prevented them, but this was a bad dream at first.

The theme is based on a pain I have IRL in my lower back. In the dream I knew I had been diagnosed with a fatal cancer that was the source of pain (not IRL). I think about twenty minutes of scenes went buy full of great anxiety. I even failed to become lucid at two points that normally would have made me fully lucid. In one scene someone wanted details about when I saw the doctor. I could not remember having seen the doctor, I just knew that I had. In the other I was in the front seat of a truck with two unfamiliar DCs and could not think straight or understand their questions. I was seeing weird distortions in my visual field just like being very stoned on LSD. I concluded that I must have taken LSD and was now too high to remember it.

The people took me to some location where a crowd dressed me in a hazmat suit and tried to explain I was to get into a radioactive space ship that had crashed and to retrieve some radioactive part. The radiation would likely kill anyone exposed for more than a few minutes, but as I was going to die anyways…….

I became lucid at this point. I mean finally it was just too much. Radioactive spaceship? Ok it is a dream, what now? Well why not check out a space ship, I certainly can not get radiation poisoning from a dream. The ship was at an angle down in a ditch or on an embankment and inside was cluttered and small. I could tell I was supposed to crawl in and retrieve something, but that did not sound fun so I went back up. A decontamination unit was waiting, but as it was a dream, why bother? People started running a freaking out that I walked past the unit, yelling I was going to kill everyone. I needlessly touched a few people just to see them freak out. After that I looked around for perhaps 2 minutes and then woke up.

A voice saying "The demonic lovers, burnt out in the darkness," and an image of same: a beautiful woman, a witch, in profile, breathing out smoke, cigarette holder in her right hand, and as implied by the voice, she looks burnt out. Her left arm is cradling the severed head of a blond man, her husband. It's still alive, and in pain, and can't die. The things they did out of love led to this.

A man I know has come to my apartment to ask for my help. He looks like he needs it - pale, strung out, in a stained and rumpled suit. He wants me to draw or paint my visions, specifically the one I just saw, the witch with the severed head. He's still in the hall, I'm leaning against the door frame with my arms folded, I'm not letting him in because while I'd like to help, I don't believe I can do anything for him. I'm sure I can't paint/draw well enough to capture that image, not the way he needs.

Wrote a fragment down earlier tonight as "Talent, innate vs. developed" - no memory of that dream anymore but seems like a related theme. Other fragments were all very dull - a woman with tiger-striped hair, a game that summons pieces of different cities, walking in the rain and thinking about someone, the word 'mirror' in my notes with no memory of what that was about.

So I have begun the journey. After years of studying Sacred Geometry, The Laws of the Universe, and Sacred I feel I have reached the point where my next step is the Creation of my own Tuplas.

If anyone should have comments or suggestions I am open.


I am starting by Listing 30 to 35 Human personality traits I would like my Tupla to maintain.

Here we go.

NORMAL
DREAMING

Recalled this dream from last night. It was very vivid at the time and my first nightmare in a long time! Either way, i'm just happy to be recalling my dreams every day again I went to bed at 2am, waking up at 6am and 11:45

6am

1) I was looking after a woman at the top of town, behind McDonalds. It was late evening, probably 9pm on a summer day, as the twilight was orange and still had brightness. I was keeping her safe from her mental husband. Why I was given that duty, I can't remember. The husband hated my guts, but kept me alive as i was sat on a bench with his wife, presumably because he had a gun and might have misjudged his aim. He walked off somewhere into the summer darkness, and he kept saying that we should leg it before it was too late. I was supposed to shout when he had killed someone. Me and the lady, who was very attractive, started running. She had a nice arse that showed through her tight tracksuit We were running through an area that looked very similar to the entrances of my local shopping centre, but not exactly the same. She kept panicking resulting in her fainting, like on those old movies where they're roll their eyes back, swoon and collapse. This was just making it take so much longer and making us far less safe, which was frustrating. I took her through a carpark, where it was very dark - night time now. It was a concrete carpark, completely empty. Suddenly, we were in her flat. We were a bit more relaxed now, and there didn't seem to be a chance that he would come round. She was drinking a bottle of beer, which looked like Fosters Gold, and we were flirting. We decided to put a film on. Suddenly, I heard the sound of a cocking gun, and a load of loose bullets were suddenly forced into my mouth by his hand. At the time this was terrifying, more so than actually being shot; I thought I was about to die, as it was clearly the mental husband who had done this. At this point, I woke up to a sharp movement as I had been falling. I was breathing very heavily.

2) This was a similar setting to the first dream which makes me think it was part of the same dream, but I'm certain I recalled it after and separately. I was sat on the same bench at the top of town. It was lighter now, probably about 7 or 8pm on a summer evening, and the whole sky was orange. I was watching a homeless man talk about some band, and how "that was music that he could really rely on".

3)This was another very vivid dream, but unfortunately I only remember it during the day, therefore a lot of it had gone I was at a garden party of some sort, chilling with friends at a metal garden table. We'd been eating these multicoloured sweets that reminded me of those Maowam balls, but smaller. They each had a dose of LSD inside it, and were in strips of about 8 in length, probably 5 strips wide. I'd eaten a few, but wasn't feeling anything at all, when my other friends seemed to be. This probably came from a recent mushroom trip, when I'd eaten the same amount as friends who were tripping hard, but I wasn't at all, so I decided to eat a couple more. There were only 4 left now, and I ate all of them. It was sunny, which is a change as most of my dreams recently have been cloudy I was now in Magaluf again with my friends, where we all went on holiday this July. I don't remember much from this part. I think I was now tripping, and me and a couple others were gathered in me, tom and will's bedroom. I also remember some sort of argument or bad situation in the hallways with a group of girls. Finally, I remember walking down a path on the side of the road with Ashley, who was having a bad trip of some sort, which is the same as what happened on the mushrooms.

Dream recall from today's WBTB/naps. And new kind of WILD/DEILD entry(for me at least)! Also random fragment i recalled from previous sleep.

Prev sleep:

Dream 3(fragment):

Some kind of factory, molten metal.

WBTB/naps:

Dream 1(fragments):

I was doing stuff at home and was typing something on my PC, then i shouted something from balcony and heard some talk outside, then that talk started coming from weird directions.

Dream 2:

I wake up and go back to sleep while trying to DEILD, shortly some voice starts calling, and asking me about something, i feel falling sensation and open eyes, there appears to be hole leading into darkness below me right in the bed and i start falling into it while 'glitching out' aka periodically teleporting back to top like some kind of video game lag. Then everything fades.
I wake up and look at my hands, they are weird so i am still dreaming. I get up from the bed, go into quadruped stance and focus as much as i can while shouting commands, it works out and i start becoming bigger and i feel as my head and neck becoming different and longer, soon i am almost ceiling high. I try to go out through(Pretty big) balcony doorway but dream suddenly fades out and i wake up.

Dream 3:

I am in the bed, looking through window outside. I see the moon, and it's daytime, it's grey and it's moving strangely quick. I think that "if i am dreaming it moon should start moving towards me". Moon suddenly transforms into Earth, or some Earth-like planet, not sure, and starts rapidly getting bigger-closer, surely i am dreaming! It crashes into Earth and there are debris and stuff floating outside and massive earthquake too. It also became kinda low/zero gravity. Strangely my room didn't changed at all. I get up and notice two characters fighting outside in the flight, one of them has black wings. I try to phase through window but suddenly curtain appears in front and blocks my way. Dream destabilizes but i manage to force it back, curtain attacks me by literally trying to cover me and my face, i tear it apart a few times but it keeps coming, then dream fades to black.
Then i wake up, twice.

09-11-2013 -- Can't remember too much of the earlier parts of this, but I find myself down in the Lauderdale/Hollywood part of Florida, probably doing some mystery shops. I am tired, hungry, depressed, and I don't have much money. I think I need to find somewhere to sleep for the night and continue with the shops in the morning (happened frequently when I had a lot of shops in the Miami area, back when I had gas stations, banks, restaurants, and Kinko's locations all on the same trip) but I just don't have the money for it, and nobody seems to want to help me in any way.

Finally I end up sitting in a restaurant, eating a meal, half falling asleep, and there is a bartender who is bringing me a huge bottle of whiskey, and seems worried I am going to get drunk or something with it. He shouldn't worry, as the shots I am pouring are very small. But I am just feeling very down and put upon.

Soon I've stopped with the boozing and walked out of the place with a friend, and it might have been Keith, though I am not completely sure. The area is kind of a cross between the dog track in the Hollywood/Lauderdale area (which I know from doing gas stations and other mystery shops in the area) and the parking lot at (and across from) Pleasure Island.

We're wandering, going somewhere that Keith has promised to lead me, and soon, even though I am still walking on pavement, it is kind of half walking in a shallow body of water, and a decent sized motor boat is near us, and we are trying to get close enough to climb into it, and Keith has arranged for a little sailing. The funny thing is, the person running the boat seems to be Brian Keith (Parent Trap, Hardcastle and McCormick) who I just watched about a week ago dressed as Sherlock Holmes in a couple of episodes of Murder, She Wrote.

So we go for a small sail, which in dream time only lasts a minute or two, but probably represents an hour or two. Then we're dumped back in the parking lot. Keith has things to do, and is getting ready to leave, Brian Keith is heading off, and I am being just kind of dumped, still no money, nowhere to go, and I finally give up, nobody wants to spend a lot of time with me, or help me out too much, and I figure I should just get in my car and head back to Orlando. So I start walking through the parking lot, trying to remember where I parked, and even what I am driving.

So I keep looking for my car, and cross the street in what seems to be the overflow parking, and I can vaguely remember I may have parked here ... but I look around the section of the parking lot where I think I would have parked, and can't find any car that feels like mine. Of course, since I only got the car about two days ago, and parked it there yesterday, I can't quite remember what kind or color of car it is, anyway.

So I keep stumbling around, slightly tired, trying to find my car, when I start to notice the no parking warnings, and I begin to think there may be a good reason why I can't find it. As I look around, I find that this seeming 'overflow' parking is actually located in the parking lot of a police station or possibly a jail, and I see some cops talking, so decide to go speak to them and try to find out if my car might have been towed.

I reach where the three cops are talking and joking at a sort of podium, but they largely ignore me, so I keep trying to speak and get their attention. But they are kind of loud and boisterous, and I have almost no voice, so it takes a while for them to notice me. Then two of them walk off, leaving me talking to a female cop with wild blondish hair (think a slightly heavier Alex Kingston) to speak to me. I ask about finding out if my car has been towed, and she says she'll check, and wanders off for a fair amount of time.

She eventually comes back and tells me that, yes, my car has been towed and impounded. It is inside their facility, and I will have to go inside and pay a ticket or fine before I can get it back. Unfortunately she indicates that the entrance is on the other side of the building. I am on the northern end of the east side of the building, and I cannot tell from what she is saying if the entrance is on the south side or the west side, but I am hoping it is the south side, since it is a large building.

So I start walking around the building. The part I started at was kind of like a small loading dock, and I walk a fair distance to reach the south side of the building, and though I find emergency exits and the like, I cannot find an official entrance, so I have to keep going to the west side. But as I reach the southwest corner, I find all kinds of traffic control devices in use. Gates that seem like railroad crossing gates, which drop down at high speed if you try to walk through the areas and don't belong there, and at least one steel mesh gate (think roll-up gate at a mall store) that comes down with great speed and could minorly crush someone.

I'm almost running around trying to dodge these things, and not wanting to be forced to walk a long way around to get out of the parking lot and onto a side walk to bypass them, as it would mean a lot more walking, and I'm a big guy who is already getting kind of tired. But luckily I find one set of the crossing bars that are kind of short, and there is a gap of perhaps five feet between two of them, which is more than large enough for me to make it through, so I continue on walking through a very large warehouse-like loading dock area with many big rigs, and continue on until I find the entrance to the facility on the west side.

I walk up to speak to a few cops at the entrance, and explain they have my car, and a bit about my situation (including having enough money to get gas back to Orlando or pay a small fine, but probably not both, and one of them takes pity on me, and tells me he can help me get my car back, and he'll make sure I can afford it. Unfortunately, he leads me all the way around the north side of the building, and then the east side on the outside of the wall, so I not only have to walk the entire east side outside the wall, but then have to walk almost the entire east side again, inside the outer wall, to reach the point I started from.

But things have changed a bit since the last time I was here, and now, rather than being just a big, open parking area, it is more fenced in, with more of those dropping gates and train crossing-type gates, and I find myself at a place where I am kind of climbing out on a ledge, wrapping my arms around a pillar and trying to find my footing around it. The cop just walks past me and opens a door, not risking life and limb, and I look at him and say something like "even better." I swing back around the pillar and start to step through the doorway when I wake up.

All I got now is... fragments. Let's see...

Zombies.

I was a vampire. Except that I wasn't immortal, I didn't drink blood and I could walk outside during the day. But I was realy strong and fast, and in my dream, that meant I was a vampire.

Driving. A lot of driving.

And hiding. I'm not sure where I was or why I was hiding, but it was a really big, open place. Beautiful, mountains and everything. And I wasn't hiding anywhere, it was more of a magical shield.

I have been having these...flashes for 2-3 days. Something related to the dream usually triggers it.
The red floor in ARC triggered this one yesterday. Some mansion. Classes there. Si fi on upper floor. First in rooms. Stairs in front. Mahagony- redwood. Something suspicious. Si-fi something. Basement old, crackling walls, yellow. Something in there.

Also, something about pills.

Fragment 1: I was considering buying an abandoned house, just me without my family. But the light kept failing. I decided to buy it anyway. Was the house abandoned? Was there a man hiding there? Was it a ghost?

Fragment 2: we somehow found and adopted an abandoned girl into our family. My sons seemed to get along with her. She seemed a bit older perhaps than my older son. However, due to being abandoned there were things she did not know. I had to explain to her the difference between a boy and a girl.

I had three mixed dreams. The first was set in a very Merlin type world. A king, possible Utha (spelled right?), had forbidden paper in case it was used to plot against him.

The second, I was in an audition. We each had to sing a song, but I'd never heard it before. Everyone else seemed fine, but I was totally lost! I picked it up as I went along though. (When I woke up, I was actually able to hum the tune for a while. Interestingly, as far as I could think at the time, it wasn't any song I knew. Composing in my sleep??)

The third was a little longer. I was on a bus as a passenger, and the road we were trying to go along was closed because of these massive gas cylinders that were, for some reason, in the middle of the road. The bus driver ignored the signs and managed (barely) to scrape through.
He was told off by a police officier. Instead of sending him back the way he'd come, he was sent a different way. This driver was very impatient and rude, and drove through a small market place, nearly knocking over fruit stalls that lined the road.
He asked for directions from a fellow who seemed determined to be vague and unhelpful - he kept talking about going through warehouses and all sorts! The driver told me that he was tempted to sneak out the way we'd come in and hope the police guy didn't see.
For some reason, I got off the bus. Immediately, a storm kicked up around us and lightning struck nearby. I told the driver 'I think that's a sign that we shouldn't go back. I think.' More strikes followed, which ended in me being struck. The last thing I remember was lying on the floor with cartoon style crackling running across my body.

Now comes the hard part maybe...Lucid dream #2. Another fruitless night...except for one dream, which I'll get out of the way quickly.

Most of the dream is lost in the mists but it definitely involved two "ladies" and me in a bedroom (bed = DS) No disrespect to the opposite sex but these two were GRIMM (I seem to recall that they made the ugly sisters look like the Kardashians) At one stage, something winked at me...and it wasn't an eye. They were indeed "Ladies of the Night" (because they shouldn't be allowed out during the daytime)

Mercifully, I don't recall that anything "happened"...just these two laying about in various non-seductive poses and me trying to stay out of their way. I hasten to say that I'm not a "dirty old man"...I appreciate beauty in a woman and I like maturer ladies...but never young girls or women. I use "an attractive woman" as a dream sign because I figure she would draw my attention...and hopefully trigger "it's a dream."

But, again I sense forces at work. Given that dream sign, why would I dream of two that were so repulsive? Could it be, my brain playing a joke...or even trying to avoid triggering lucidity? Those malign forces again. Apart from that, there was nothing. I slept through my 5.00 AM alarm and woke up an hour later.

Another thing. I'm becoming more and more convinced that KISS (the acronym "Keep it Simple Stupid") is best when dealing with Ed, my brain. Laying down and mentally running through a list like "I'm going to wake up after every dream before my alarm rings at 5.00 AM...then I will get up for an hour...then back to bed...and I will continue to wake up after every dream and I WILL become lucid tonight" isn't a good strategy.

Ed probably looks up, loses interest (or focus) halfway, then goes back to his magazine (Wink probably) Also, I think that setting an alarm does register too strongly with him (I wish it always did with me) and it seems to override everything...hence no collected dream from the early part of the night.

Another thing. The night I became lucid I'd eaten strawberries blueberries and a banana (+ two beetroot extract tabs). I hope they weren't the catalyst because this is going to become an expensive hobby.

Addition - I missed the obvious These women were so awe-inspiringly awful they should have triggered an "I must be dreaming" response (Sorry Ed- it's me that's thick) Although...technically it could be called a nightmare...and can you say "I must be having a nightmare," and become lucid on the back of that?

I AM DREAMING
I had a dream where my tooth was out i didn't feel it get ripped out thank god but the pain was emphasised for some reason. Blue Lotus thinks its because of everything i just went through here in Perth and i just grounded it in because it was a big change for me.
Weird dream but to run out without a tooth. lol
I AM DREAMING

I was at my house, in the garage. I was looking at my home gym, and was thinking of setting my bench up, so that I could lay on it and relax. I remember seeing Rach A, and we were talking about kids, and how people look after them.

Rach was eating candy, and she offered me a piece of it, which was in a round container. The candy was crunks.
Rach held up the candy, but now it looked like sheets of paper. On the candy it said made in 1995. The handwriting was pretty messy but was readable, and writing started off big and ended smaller. I thought it looked cool, and really wanted to taste and feel the texture of it shattering in my mouth.

Scene changed,
Daytime

I was now at a market place, in which I could see a outdoor eating area. There were people eating outdoors. It had a Italian look and feel to it. I somehow knew what the food tasted like.

I left the eating area and was faced with some lady wearing a Burqa (Turban), and a man. They had a basket full of bread rolls, and tried selling me some. They had a lot of bread in baskets.

I walked down stairs intending to buy bread there. I remember dropping something, as if I had my hands full. I was approached by a couple, which helped me pick the items up.

I reached down stairs, and a guy was sitting at the table, and he was telling another man that he had to do something with his life, as it was slipping away from him. I had a scene come to me. It was of a fighter and he was in between rounds, getting worked on by the cut man. The cut man was injecting steroid/cortisone into the man's eye brow.
(In reality, I was asked what I would like to do as a job, if I could choose anything, money no option. I love combat sports such as UFC, boxing, and would love to be a cut man, so I could see all the action and get paid for it.)

Dream Fragment,
I remember hearing or thinking of meditation, in which if you focused on your middle eye when meditating, that you would get stronger sensations.

September 9:

I saw someone jumping out of an airplane to free fall after his parachute and then proceed to chase after food that he ate on the way down including a stick of butter.

September 10:

I went to bed at about 4 AM this time and had nightmares. I do recall picking up some change outside a building whcih was a car park (I had been thinking of Jeff Yeager's recommendations to pick up loose change prior to this)