Fragment: I think I was a young teen or college aged male, possibly an older version of my older son (not sure though). There was some school or college event that I was supposed to do something for together with two of my friends who happened to be girls but not girlfriends (one of the friends was an older version of a girl who is my son's best friend in waking life). However, I worried that I had not coordinated with my friends well enough. Fragment: I have doubts whether I am good enough and my boss reassures me that I am. Fragment: Something about a man going cross country skiing or hiking in the snow, and deciding to take off winter clothes because he knew that it was worth it in winter clothes, but needed to figure out whether it was worth it dressed in a t-shirt. He discovered it was not worth it. Fragment: Something about in a school there being a staff shortage and they were not sure they could replace someone who had left. I was looking in an auditorium or some place for a place to sit, and found one, but was told I would have to sit on a bench facing students because I was not one. I think in this dream I may have been the middle aged woman I am in waking life.
8/25/2013, 9:30-6:00 Notes: I finished reading a book about body language before going to sleep last night. Dream 1 : I was in town, walking around thinking about open body language. I was correcting people who had closed body language in the park area in front of the funeral home, and in front of the general store. I walked from the park area to in front of the general store. I most remember this conversation some old guy in a suit was having with some young guy in a suit. The old guy had his arms and legs crossed, and I think his coat was buttoned. He was also facing the young guy directly. I went over to him and told him he had to keep open body language if he wanted to be friendly with people. I uncrossed his arms and legs and told him about keeping his palms up. The old guy just continued his conversation with the guy, barely noticing me. There was also a lot of dialogue I forgot in the dream. Dream 2: I was at the Malverne middle school across the street from the high school. I think there was like a rock and roll festival going on there. Many guitars were inside the school. Also, when I went outside on the auditorium side, it was raining and there was a GIANT guitar on the area in front of the auditorium. Someone came up to me and said it was raining, so the guitar didn't work. The person pulled a string to show this, and the guitar didn't make any noise. I was watching the guitar for a while until suddenly, a nuke went off! To the southwest, I saw a mushroom cloud of fire rise from the ground. It wasn't an iconic mushroom cloud. It had too wide of a base and not enough top area. It sort of looked like this: After that, I ran back into the school, and the dream ended. Dream 3: A false awakening. I woke up in my bed in Malverne to my mom and dad talking in their room. My brother might have been there. That's all I remember. Dream 4: Another false awakening. This time, I woke up in a white house with white walls and everything pretty much white. When I got up, I remember my parents talking in their room again, wherever that was :/. I also remember saying something to them with an intercom next to my bed. Then, I got up and walked around for a while. That's all. Dream 5: I don't remember this one very much at all. I'm not even entirely sure it was a dream. I remember machinery: like gears and stuff; giant gears. I remember climbing up them and jumping and stuff up a mechanical tower.
Complete lash-up last night and I'm on a short break so I'll get a few days rest before I'm back in the saddle. I read up on the latest SSILD and that looks very interesting. I had a dry run during the day (at what I think is my REM sweet-spot) and it was very encouraging (definite signs that things were happening) So I altered my alarm time to later (5.30 AM), took 2 choline earlier and went through the cycles...and I could NOT go back to sleep in a hurry I've never been a person who can usually hit the pillow and BLAM...I'm gone...and I can see that the effects of this method would diminish the longer it takes to go to sleep and I repeated the cycles once and I can see that was probably a mistake. Ed was completely thrown by my attempts...he retired to his editing room and refused to co-operate for the rest of the night. But, I like it and I'll pick that up again (particularly during the afternoon attempts) I'll also trawl through the discussion after the tutorial. I get the impression that altering my alarm seems to have a strong impression on my brain and sometimes seems to override my "brain conditioning" exercises so I'll limit the amount of times I alter the alarm. It will stay at 5.30 now and I'll have a 10 minute "getup" a little slurp, pick my nose maybe (no I won't...I'll use a hanky) then go through the cycles nicely ready for the late-morning REM "happy-hours" "Nil Desperandum Illegitimi Carborundum" (specially you Ed)
8/24/13 first some fragments: multiple dream characters eastern European with ties to (radio station) concerts. one burly, big moustache, balding? reminds me now of the dreamlet of a character with round black hat (amish-like) and big black framed round Rx glasses. also woman going out with someone "believe me she's not so hot (as she seems)" says a DC. (WBTB with SSILD) Dream that turns lucid: I am standing as one fairly attractive thick blond woman in light jean shorts is in front of me (perhaps I am a cameraman and they are being interviewed?) when I see the next one in line...she looks familiar, her name is Brooklyn, thin, unassumingly attractive, long brown hair with her hands clasped behind her back, I find myself drawn to her and she looks at me in a love at first sight kind of mutual stare. I think it is the thought that I had during the dream that I remember her from a previous dream that made me lucid..."this is a dream" I immediately start floating then flying and swoop around in a loop back down to Brooklyn, we kiss and now my whole vision is filled with old style(analog) tv static and I hear the crackling of the static and feel the disappointment that Brooklyn is gone and all I have is this static but the static sounds a little like a waterfall and reading last night about attempts and a success with one of the DV tasks of the year must have inspired me and I decided to transport to a waterfall and I end up right underneath a waterfall. I stand there enjoying the falling water...perhaps too long to turn it into Angel Falls...but waking up smiling, none-the-less at the satisfaction of a lucid...try DEILD but too awake. Brooklyn feels like my dreamworld true love and now Girl Friday seems like little more than an infatuation.
Updated 08-25-2013 at 09:17 AM by 61674
I been doing this for two weeks now, had my first lucid dream last friday and haven't had another since then. Maybe i am pushing my self too much for it to happen. Since my first lucid dream i do reality checks all day and i have been doing MILD, but yet, i haven't be able to remember,on my dreams, to do reality checks since my dreams have been to regular or haven't been weird at all for me to question my reality. Any ways, now i know that i have dreams all nigths, this technique of writing down the dream after waking up and recall it is great. I'm able to remember my dreams, and for sure, i will never stop dreaming ever again!!!
I do sooo well remembering my dreams for over a week--and then twice in a row my recall dips. Oh well, it's just a phase, right? Here is my very small fragment that I didn't remember until I'd been up several hours, while outside with the family pet. Saturday, August 24th, time unknown I'm at home, in the house. It looks exactly the same, as far as I can recall, as it does in real life. I'm petting one of our dogs, Angel. Like in real life, she has this little tumor thing on the back of her neck. As I pet her, my fingers brush the tumor, and it starts squirting blood all over the place, drenching my face and hands. She is okay, not like bleeding to death, I just caused it to start squirting. It stops a few seconds later, but my face and neck is covered, and I'm feeling a bit grossed out and shocked. I run to the bathroom to clean my hands and neck, and I notice I have some of the blood in my mouth, and I'm holding up my tongue, looking in the mirror, trying to scrape it off the bottom of my tongue. That's all I can remember of that dream. A strange one!
Dream 1(fragments): I was watching a few yogscast minecraft videos, one of them was about some kind of pvp castle level and there were more weapons than usual minecraft. Dream 2(fragments): I was playing some FPS, going through some indoor areas and there were some characters, later i was on rooftops, searching for path and jumping between them, and was complaining that skybox ceiling is too low. Dream 3(fragments): I was playing some shmup which was horizontal danmaku style, i was controlling spaceship and enemies were using some kind of abstract designs. Then there was boss fight. Dream 4: I was testing what apparently was some warcraft 3 level that was created by me and SilentEternity was helping. The map was coop in some castle and we were controlled some hero units and had to survive against waves of enemies with increasing difficulty. Enemies were some kind of mutants and enemy had hero unit as well, which was more powerful than our with SilentEternity heroes together, also there were some AI controlled ally units, but they were pretty weak. We ended up running our heroes around whole map and the play was interrupted by a few cutscenes where some dwarf with huge hammer was teleporting in and trying to attack the enemy hero. Then later on, another cutscene activated, but this time our heroes were together with dwarf, then cutscene screwed up because i apparently made an error in some script, so i had to go fix it. After that we have switched to starcraft 2, another custom map which immediately started with some cutscene about heroes and some talk, when it ended the map itself started and it was pretty snowy. We started in south part and had three heroes under our control, one of which was some kind of assassin with a hood, cyan hair and a tatoo on one of arms, SilentEternity was curious about him. We moved north-west and reached river, i took control of some building that could produce some units including one unit that looked green dragon-like. After some scouting we have found out that there are three AI zerg bases on the map which we had to destroy, and they were expanding quickly, then suddenly SilentEternity had zerg base under his control as well so we started attacking enemy base to the north, then we found out about backdoor path to enemy bases through some mountains.
3rd person. A military camp at night, raining hard, ground's mostly mud, the dogs and eagles used for running messages are having a rough time of it - at which point the dream switches to 1st person. I'm standing outside the dream, watching it, complaining to a woman with me about the use of animal messengers. "These people can create magic doorways linking one place to another, why are they still using messengers? Why do they even have supply lines?" She tries to say it's probably just shorthand, but I'm not impressed by this excuse. It annoys me that magic is only being used for flashy combat techniques and such when it could be put to so much better logistic use, it's a complete waste of manpower. The next ASOIAF book comes out, and I skim the first few chapters and find a pleasant surprise: another Melisandre POV chapter. I settle in to read. 3rd person, following a woman who works at a newsstand that former president Bush II used to walk past every day as part of his routine, a long time ago. Now he's here with a bandage around his head, blood showing through, looking dazed. This happens twice. Both times he's found and picked up by his own security, but the woman is thinking to herself he 'looks the way he did in 2004,' meaning on the verge of death. The second time this happens he nearly walks into traffic, looking as if this isn't something he wants to do but is unable to stop himself. Unable to think straight, his mind is following an old routine. A woman took me back to her home and left me to sleep, and now I'm hiding behind a door and watching her tend to a crying man, seeming to comfort him. In actuality, the scarf she wears around her hair is soaked in tears; this is how the witch feeds. (Woke up with comparisons to Circe on my mind for that last one. Back to sleep.) 3rd person following a couple who meet for lunch every day, sitting at the outdoor tables of a cafe in a major city. He's a writer, and she used to read his stories during her breaks and tell him what she thought at lunch, but with this most recent book she finds she's got less and less time for it and finds herself making excuses: "I had a few moments in class, but..." He dislikes that she seems to feel obligated to read it, and tries to tell her there's no reason she should be spending all her free time on his writing, but when he says this out loud it just sounds like they're drifting apart. He gives her a peck on the cheek as they stand up from the table, and as he leaves he passes two women bending their heads together for a kiss. I'm running some kind of transdimensional superhero team (though everyone here's wearing suits and ties, thank god, or casual clothes in Banner's case; no spandex in sight), and we've just encountered this reality's version of Superman, a version who grew up not on Earth but as the only living creature on a dead planet, raised by recordings, never understanding what had happened to everybody else.
Note: This dream is pretty perverted. There is no actual sex involved, but you've been warned. I just had one of the best dreams ever. I remember I was at a party with my dad (some stuff happened beforehand, but I can't recall the details). I told everybody I was going home and I was instantly in my room. I don't remember why, but I thought someone was breaking into my apartment, so I grabbed my flashlight (the only potential weapon in my room) and I went to investigate. There was a very attractive blonde girl standing there,messing with something on the wall. I asked, "What the hell are you doing?" or something like that. As one might expect, she was surprised. The first strange thing I noticed about her was that she was extremely tall, so I told her something along the lines of, "Wow, you are really fucking tall!" She must've been about 7-9ft., though her height distorted and changed throughout the dream. The next odd thing I noticed was her ass -- it was the biggest, most perfect ass I had ever seen! I decided to sweet-talk her, so I said, "Can I just tell you you have the greatest ass ever?" She wasn't offended at all. I started kissing and spanking her ass cheek, which she seemed to like. I asked, "How old are you?" and she replied, "I'm eighteen." I said, "Well, I'm sixteen, so... is that legal?" but it was obvious that neither of us cared. After flirting some more, I made out with her. I've never kissed a girl before, so this was all new to me. Our toungues felt colder and slimier than I had expected, but I didn't care. It all felt good. For a first kiss, I think I did pretty well. Unfortunately, the dream ended shortly after that. I think she told me her name at some point, but I forgot it.
Updated 08-24-2013 at 11:33 PM by 63938
08/23/13 I just watched most of this with out interfering. I was really only a hint lucid. So this was close to non-lucid. Worth noting for its vivid colors and details. Sceens included hundreds of sweet little rats, that sadly were being bred to feed to animals. I watched one get eaten by a huge snake witha triangler head, and noted that the snake was not in a cage. In a cage was a vividly colored scorpion monster (it was scary, but being a touch lucid I realised it was just dream stuff). In another scene the guy who owned this stuff had a swimming pool full of sharks. In another scene my racoon friend was blue. Her kids were not, but she had turned blue.
08/19/13 Spent a lot of time trying very controlled levitation. I remember someone was with me, but as I did not attempt to recall anything, I do not remember who it was. I remember going from one roof top to another and working on exact control of speed hight and landing.
9:45 A.M. I’m on the school bus sitting on the left side (as I did IWL). Two kids in the front seat pass me a petition with a small list of names written on it. When I look at the top section, I see it’s actually a will for one of the kid’s (can’t tell if they were a girl or boy) mother who drowned herself. Her last name was the same as mine. I wrote my name down as the fifth signature. I think the will was something about taking care of the kid. Later, a little boy is cheering about his signatures and how he’s close to be getting something. Apparently there’s a program where he gets new things the more signatures he receives, and he was close to getting some new toys/candy. I had passed the petition over to the two kids in the seat next to mine, but when they were done with it, they passed it back to the original kids. I hear one say “only a few”. There’s an old guy sitting in the seat the original kids had occupied. He’s telling a story or something. I’m wondering why an old guy was there and concluded that he must be a helper. I’m in a school classroom, looking at a frame at the front of the room. There’s a shipping fanart drawing from The Hobbit, but there’s something off about it, something missing, and there is a scribbled comment nearby. Perhaps something that makes me think someone is against the ship. I get worked up and say, “I hate this place.” As I look more around the school. There are more fandom drawings, and I saw a few things that made me think ‘it looks the same as it used to in some ways’, like a blue piece of something sticking out from behind a frame that had apparently been there in the past as well. -Helping a disapproving guy out with something in some kind of basement room(?). Possible inspiration: For the signature part, I was looking at a competition thread on DV IWL that day where you had to sign up, and once there were enough people it would begin. For school, I had just been thinking earlier in the afternoon about old classmates. For drowning, the only thing I can think of is that on Wednesday, the newest episode of Free! revealed (though I had already known) that Rin’s dad died in a drowning accident. As for the old guy, one of my old bus drivers was one named Earl, and his son later took over. Notes: I just realized two of my biggest dream signs (vehicles and children) both appeared in one dream. orz I’ve been thinking of them lately, so I can watch out for them IWL to remind myself to be aware of them in dreams. Also, I want to make sure I note any emotions I feel in my dreams, since I don’t normally feel them unless it’s a bad dream (such as fighting with my mom). In the school dream, I was getting pretty irritated! But the feeling only lasted for a minute. Decided to split longer dreams up between posts.
Updated 08-26-2013 at 11:08 PM by 20026
Fragment [12:03 A.M.] I’m someone else, and when I try to switch back to me the computer goes off and I have to click around for it to come back, as if it was on Standby. Note: I hadn’t been asleep for long, so it was weird to wake up so early with a dream. o_o I keep my computer on Standby until I’m ready to type up a dream. Poison soda & unruly dogs [5:00 A.M.] I apparently got sick because my cousin and uncle forgot to remove the poisonous substance (can’t remember the name now) from soda. Apparently it had to be scraped from cardboard (like the one my cat’s use IWL for scratching). “So that’s why I got sick?” “That was you?” Something about my uncle ‘listening in’ over a game my cousin is playing, and wishing him luck? - Someone taking care of me. Upstairs apartment (on Meridian (old house from long ago)?), taking care of two dogs. - Feeding a piece of chicken to dogs after I get them outside, they had made a mess inside. -Running in the house from a small white dog? Couldn’t get away. When I opened a door, there it was. Inspiration: I read something about incubating dreams in The Power of Creative Dreaming, and I’ve been thinking of a dog the last few days to see if it would appear. *had another dream here but couldn’t figure out how to explain it, but it involved a girl and a dialogue*
I was with some people. It felt like I knew them but I don't remember who they were. We were at a cemetery, or like a park or something. I remember there being something large like a big grave to my right because I couldn't see past it. We were led there by some woman. She revealed to us that she could use God's power to change the weather and demonstrated it. Then she called to God and the sun shone brighter than anything I've ever seen on us. We all went to our knees, I remember being able to imagine what I thought God's voice would sound like and it made me feel terrible. I felt like I was going to have a heart attack. And while this was happening a small tree near us would burn up, then grow back. Over and over.
I was with a group of prisoners. So I guess I was also a prisoner. We were walking in a maze that had the same interior design as a public bathroom. The place was very dimly lit. I turned a shower head on and the water was incredibly hot. I found a hallway that had lights coming from it. I was about to open a door that led to the lights when one of the other prisoners acted like he was gonna lock me in so I made him go first. Inside there was a projector showing Finding Nemo on the wall. There was no sound.
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