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Last night, i didn't get much sleep because of school. Also, i won't log much for this log because last night, some confusing things happened. It was about 5 hours after falling asleep, i had already had maybe 2-3 dreams, and as i had a wbtb, i was laying there trying to remember my dreams. I kept getting some scenes from last nights dream , at first i didn't think much about them. After a couple of minutes, i rolled over and immediately had the sensation that i had a similar dream to last nights. However, since i realized it so late, i couldn't remember it.

Here's some fragments from what i do remember:

Boxing:
Me, and some friends are in a building, getting ready to go boxing ( strange, i don't box xD ). We head outside and my friends start talking to some other person in the parking lot. As they do, i figure out i can order people to move objects. I then accidentally order a person to move a car. As i watch to see what happens, a big guy then picks up a car and throws it into the parking lot. Then a bird flies by the guys head and he spits fire out of his mouth and that bird goes down. Then my friends look over with a weird look on their face, like " what in the heck?". All i could do was laugh.

Room camping:
I'm in a room with at least 6 other people, it's dark and we're trying to sleep, but it's hard because there's not really enough space for all of us.

Insulting person:
I'm on my farm, the whole band was supposed to meet me here, but they're gone. I had just came back from somewhere so i have no idea where they went. I wander off walking. Eventually, i hear some guy shouting insults at me from a distance. I soon get tired of it and go yell at the guy.

7/20/2013

I lived in Britain, but everything looked like it did on my street where I currently live. I remember a lot of yellow objects on the road. Instead of the high school down the street, there was a different building, or a field of some sort. I also remember going into a black coliseum, and sitting down in it with a lot of people. We were all watching something.

Dream 1(fragments):

I was playing some video game about dragons.

Dream 2(fragments):

I was on dreamviews forum/chat and was talking with Lucidis about some kind of video game-like difficulty option, but for dreams, then we were deciding which option will be best to be by default.

Dream 3(fragments):

I was playing some warcraft 3 custom map where i was controlling a group of various large insectoid creatures, and was defending the dark area surrounded by trees, from enemy units.

Dream 4(fragments):

I was talking to somebody and looking at the map of some complex, which then turned out to be 'alive' and started to be like video game. Some parts of it, like ventilation system, were rather full of big spiders and rats. And i was controlling player character progress while being noclipped outside of the level.

Dream 5(fragments):

I've found some really old games and was going to run them on some really old hardware, which ended up being tons of problems with stuff not working properly. One of those video games was dragon-related and another one was some horizontal shmup which looked rather decent graphics-wise and one of bosses was some dark-red spaceship. Then i took a break and started reading some magazines, and found out a book from same author as magazines.

Dream 6(fragments):

There was some story about some lab doing experiments on people, which in result lead to those people eyes turning into blue glowing swirly things and them getting some psionic abilities. Then there was a good chance of them dying when exposed to outdoors or something like that.

More Valerian, 3600mg

- I am by a river. It is a not a natural setting, there is concrete on each side and i think a couple buildings. The side that I am on is higher than the other, and I am looking down on the other side. There is a stage area; my friend is giving a speech. Now, I am still by this river, but sitting behind a wall. Three girls, older than me and all in blue dresses, are here. A man comes over to take our drink order; they all order beers. He looks at me and asks "you too?". I nod, but he says that I only look 19. I say that I am 19 and he says something about that being arrogant. Once everyone has there drinks, one girl offers me her mug of beer, and some spills on my lap. I take a sip and it is rootbeer.

08/06/13 So, lately one of my goals has been to learn to travel to the Astral city reliably on my own, with out a guide. As my last couple adventures showed me, I am lacking in language ability. I never realized I would be unable to communicate with some of the sentient life forms.
Last night, 2 dream guides came to me and proceeded to teach me weird stuff about how to communicate. I barely understood most of what they were showing me. I did understand a method they showed of projecting thought in a focused manner. It is new to me and probably only makes a little sense.
The worst part was that like any language lesson, it was all about repition. The dreams this caused were horrible. They were teaching me things so forigen to waking life that almost none of it translates into waking thought. They went on and on about what must be a concept like tenses. They would project at me like they wanted me to, then say something weird like, you can not express such thing as a probable, only use this to state a current fact,,, and so on.
My God, what a long night! Let's hope what ever the hell I spent half the night studying makes sense when I need it there, it surely makes little sense here.

I am meditating on the Mountain in the Biodome.

Bruce Lee appears before me, floating on a cloud. He steps off the cloud, and looks me in the eyes with his steely gaze. I feel overwhelmed with emotion. Bruce punches me in the stomach, and laughs as I go flying back. He rushes at me. I rush at him, then he throws me behind him into a tree. Then a flurry of punches, like a storm, like rain beating the ground, epic Chinese fists are beating my soul.

I grab his right arm, and kick him in the calf. He laughs again.

He asks me so many questions simultaneously, I wonder if its some kind of attack. I feel confused. Bruce raps me on the forehead, and I knock out. I wake up a few seconds later, to bruce lee, standing over me, laughing, offering a hand up.

"when the student is ready. the teacher will appear."

I am crying my eyes out, in bawling convulsively. Where the fuck am I? I a hospice center? Raven is dead on the bed. Who killed her? Wait this is bullshit! Get lucid! dammit. this is not real. but is it? I see this evil demon float up, in a vertical position outside the window. "This is the most real shit, ever, Nomad. We just killed your best friend, and now we are going to see to it, you never make it to your precious Moon, AGAIN!"

I feel a bite in my shoulder, it's a zombie-Raven, no its a goddamn archon-templar-wraith-fucker casting illusion. I roar with an ancient rage from the depths of my being. "This is not real!" I shout. I cough. I am on a warehouse floor. There is no one here with me, no one... but The Scarecrow giggling madly like a small boy burning caterpillars on the sidewalk. damn you, Scarecrow.

I lunge at him, but am weak from the fear drug. I hear a rush of wind. Winter rockets into the warehouse with her fist out, and slams the scarecrow into a wall of the warehouse. She stomps on his throat, and twists. "This is the Dream Plane, so I can kill you, fucker. I declare myself, LUCIDITY!" She rips off Scarecrow's head and a pale gas comes out and dissipates. She cleanses herself and I with pink flame, and kisses me. Then, she wraps her arm around my waist, and points her wand at the sky. We go flying.

Me and my family are at my childhood home, and the new owners must be on vacation or something, I beg our my mom to let us move back here, we're walking throughout the house, and we have the garage door open, just walking around and reminiscing. Then suddenly I get a weird feeling, so I walk out of the garage a little ways and around to were we used to roll the trash cans and I see many thin white slivers in the sky, soooo many, I begin to panic, my family asks me what are those, I tell them they're heat seeking missiles and that it looks as though they are being sent somewhere far, but then I swallow my words when I see all the missiles that are moving slow and shark like begin to stop and turn slowly back and forth as though they are searching out heated targets on the homeland, I see one way from above has spotted me and my family and it goes into great speed at us but we run out of the way just in time and we went into our house and they all huddled together, I told them urgently to separate to different parts of the house because that would make one big ball of heat, then I ran to the refrigerator and opened the freezer hoping to find ice and ice packs so we can cool our body temperature but everything in the freezer was melted, then next thing I know there's a missile slowly scanning through the house, so I lead it the the left side of the house where non of my family is, and i see the missile scanning and finding me then I'd quickly run to another place,, and the missile would scan and find me again, then finally it flew at me and I jumped out of the window, and it exploded and caught fire. I jumped up and ran to go back into the house to check on my family, but somehow I accidentally went into my neighbors house, their house is huge three or four stories, I see the family hugging and I run up to them and apologize for coming in the house but a missile exploded in mine, they say it's fine and hope my family well, but then a boy walks up to me and asks me what is going on outside, I tell him they're sent the missiles on their own people and as I'm telling the boy this his father enters with many body guards, he knows who i am somehow, he calls the boy over to ask him what I've told him, then I run up the stairs and suddenly a friend is with me, we keep running up but now it turns the opposite way but still up but it's an escalator and we;re going up the down one and not the up one but we make it a floor up anyways. We feel we are being pursued by that man but we know we are safe from the missiles as he would not blow up his own house surely. Finally we go up to the last floor, there's book in the middle on shelf's, we feel he's on our tail, so we see what looks like more stair cases to the side of the wall ans jump through the hand-bars only to land on tracks and we realize it's some sort of train and we want to catch it so we climb back up and a train passes by without stopping at top speed, then we see that you have to pay quarters through this machine, then we see the next one stop and that man is on it, so we run around the room and see doorways that you cant see into because of the white paper streamer like things hanging down, they are fluttering as if it cold in there so we enter, their blue plastic paper stapled to the walls and it's a restroom, there's this woman washing her hands, then there's this big cold water fountain thing and my friend grabs a cup and collects water and drinks it, i put my hands in and cup water and splash my face wet, then when we look up all the people are pissed at us so we go through the bathroom more to another door way back into the floor, through this doorway there are three booths for radio station people and at one of them are little girls chanting something and I think wow that must get annoying and i look at the radio guy and he looks frustrated. We continue through and get to this souvenir shop with crappy toys, a girl is there and tells the worker girl that she doesn't have enough money, then the worker says its fine and to take it, then my friend picks up stuff, a mask and glasses, and says she doesn't have money and the worker says that its fine and just to take it, I then ask the worker why she is giving away everything wont she get in trouble, the the worker says she lost the money from before anyways, so I tell her I will buy stuff and I will pay for it, I spend a long time picking out the best tech-deck and wheels and carry case for it all and my friend shows up to rush me so I hurry up and pay the girl for my, my friends, that first girl and the money she lost and then we run down all the stairs and escalators, but the nice people down stairs are gone and it is much more empty than I recall and i am worried about that.

I wake up from a nightmare.... cold, I am. in a wet forest? I have just a pair of pants on, no other clothes, no weapons, i feel sick, I try to stand, but collapse and vomit some dark green-black stuff. I feel a burning rage in my soul, and I sense something one the ground, a creeping dark, some kind of carnivorous slime mold crawling up my body, digesting my flesh on contact, i scream in horror, and a thunderclap booms overhead. A portal explodes and Raven flies out riding a winged white tiger. The tiger roars and the ground quakes. Raven raises her staff to the sky, and charges it with lightning. She casts the power transmuting it into violet flame, burning the sentient muck eating me. Raven rushes down to me, as some strange flying crab like parasites latch on to her. She rips them on in a fury, then stands at my back. Two blades come out of her staff, and I see them, the Archons, walking out of the trees which they had possessed, as the trees wilt and die.

"You will all pay," Raven whispers hoarsely. The Archons rush at us with one mind. Raven slams her staff into the ground with a subsonic boom, knocking the demons back. Then, she summons lightning to strike them. She slings me over her shoulder like a backpack, and mounts her Tiger. We ride into the sky. Raven giggles. "I summoned an invisible army of Assassins to take care of them."

She opens a portal and we ride to The Healing Glen of the North. We fall to the ground. Angels come and sing over us. The Frost Giant says we are both sick, and Raven is injured from the battle, she has a dark shard in her right shoulder. The Frost Giant carries me to his cave, and Raven and her tiger walk beside him.

I fall asleep in the cave by the fire. Raven and the Frost Giant are talking about who he is, and where he came from, and the nature of the dream plane as I fall asleep.

***

I awake in my inner world. I see myself as a child playing with raven, playing with Koomo, playing with Michael my spirit guides, and then becoming confused and thinking they are not real. My adult self wants to hug the girl Raven and the child versions of my spirit guides, and say I am sorry for believing that you are imaginary.

I see my child self on display behind glass, like in a strange wax museum. I say, fuck this, break the glass, and take my child self mudsliding down the chocolate volcano. hail eris. mahalo. 23.

An insane chain of eight DILDs, DEILDs and false awakenings from this morning. Completely crazy! I apologize for the length, but it was a ton of dreaming. I gave the dreams headings to hopefully make the breaks clear. What a ride!

Color legend: Non-dream Dream Lucid

Lucid #129: Map of the World

Choline
I'm standing in the kitchen with Wife as she holds our two-year-old son "R" in her arms. She asks me when I was planning to take my choline bitartrate. When I tell her that I've already taken it, R starts to wail pathetically.

"How could you take your choline without letting him watch?" she says, annoyed at my apparent thoughtlessness. "You know that he loves that!"

I'm stammering out some excuse when it occurs to me that this has to be a dream. My vision goes a bit crazy and I go more or less blind. I fumble my way around the kitchen, feeling my way from the countertop to the breakfast table and sit down heavily in a chair.

"Are you okay?" asks Wife. I really think that I'm dreaming but I feel uneasy enough that I nose pinch and blow through. Suddenly, my vision is dominated by a huge still-frame close-up of my own unshaven face shouting something. Other than that, I'm still blind. "Are you okay?" she asks, more insistently this time.

Highlander
I have a false awakening back in bed, still suspicious that I'm dreaming. Wife snuggles closer to me and I hit the nose pinch, blowing right through again.

Wife rolls on top of me and sits up. I feel excited about where things seem to be going but rather than doing anything amorous she starts saying strange stuff about the Highlander series of movies: "Did you know that Michael let us borrow Highlander I through XV? I didn't even know there were fifteen. He and [female name] love those movies."

The Full Xanous
Another false awakening back in bed, and I roll out immediately. My vision is very blurry and the whole dream scene feels wobbly to me. I think that I need to get myself anchored in and I remember my intention to try the technique of "making out with the dream scene", suggested (jokingly) by DarkMatters and put into practice by Xanous. I'd promised to try to test this so I could talk about it on a future podcast.

I move around to Wife's side of the bed. I briefly that I can test this method by just making out with Wife instead, but I realize that I'm just telling myself that as an excuse to get frisky with her. Instead I attack the corner of the mattress, totally making out with it. The sheets feel like t-shirt material against my tongue. After a moment, all sensation disappears, and I'm awake, my mouth kind of moving around. (In waking life, I believe. Pretty embarrassing. )

22:48
I DEILD into a bedroom scene and roll out. The computer monitor on the nearby desk is on, which it rarely is. The computer is showing the old Windows XP "Bliss" background with the grassy hill. The computer's clock reads "22:48".

I want to get out of the house, so I try to dive through the window. It feels oddly gummy, though, and I wind up with my torso stuck through the window. On the other side I just see blackness. I decide to back out, imagine a new scene, and try again. I'm about to make another run at it when I sort of fall back into...

Amazon
A false awakening where I'm lounging on a window seat in a sunlit room. A group of three women are standing nearby, laughing and chatting over stories about their kids. I nose pinch reality check (blowing through) and get up from the couch. As I stand up to my full height, I notice that one of the women is really tall (probably about six feet even) and very fit. As I walk nearby, she turns to look at me -- long brown hair, probably mid-30s, and very good-looking.

She starts walking toward me and it occurs to me that if I don't get away, the dream's probably ending in this room. As she joins me by the window, my quick internal deliberation ends in a verdict of "worth it". After about 20 seconds of making out, I wake up.

The King of the Colosseum
I quickly DEILD into a scene where I'm standing in my bedroom. It's very dark, so I let the void overtake me and start rubbing my hands together. I get onto my hands and knees and feel the floor, imagining sand between my fingers, thinking that the Colosseum is all around me. After a while, I can see the sand, and then the stone walls of a huge chamber. It's not the Colosseum I see, though, but more like a huge throne room with no ceiling. It's close, but just not quite right.

At the other end of the room, a cartoon king sits on his throne. He's a slimy-looking Jafar lookalike dressed in flowing red robes, and I think that he'll make the perfect opponent for Europe Task of the Year (the Colosseum battle.) As soon as I decide this, he lunges from his throne and charges toward me, a scimitar in his hand.

As he closes the distance, I decide to summon NewArtemis to help with the fight. "Jafar" is moving too fast, though, and he's practically on top of me before I can even start the summoning. Not even close, I'm on my own. I try to swing a sword at him, but in spite of my expectations, my hand is empty. My movement seems to surprise him, though, and as he stands there unsure of how to react, I grab his hair with my left hand and strike him hard on the side of the neck with the edge of my right hand.

His head pops cleanly off in my left hand. There's no gore involved, and the injury doesn't seem to slow him down much. The head spouts a series of angry curses at me before suddenly changing into the head of penguin. This shocks me into...

Map of the World
Another false awakening in my bedroom. I decide to get out of the house the direct way this time, running out of the master bedroom, vaulting over the baby gates as I move down the stairs (both gates higher than in waking life), and phasing through the back door into the yard. It's early morning now, and the pool has overflowed into the now-swampy back yard. Random objects like boxes and beach balls float in its waters. Floodlights are strung up in the trees all around me, shining brightly down on the yard.

I marvel at these changes before hopping over the fence. Rather than the neighbor's yard, I find myself in a construction site near a pile of steel girders. I try to fly, but I can't seem to get off of the ground. I walk for a while, moving past a cage composed of chainlink fencing where they're holding some kind of Little League practice. As I pass by, the kids and parents keep trying to talk to me about baseball, but I ignore them, trying to stay focused on the Colosseum.

As I walk further on, I somehow end up on a ledge on the side of a building, high above the city, with nowhere to go. I try to fly again, and this time it's easy. I shoot upward to an incredible height, moving all the way past the clouds, higher and higher until I can see the world laid out under me like a map. Some of the continents are even labeled in flowing calligraphy. I pick a spot below me, deciding it's the Colosseum, and fly downward. I'm shocked, though, when I land after flying only a few feet downward. Now I'm standing on an enormous stone floating through space. The "world" has disappeared entirely, and I'm walking on a painted mural of the Earth.

With nowhere to go, I suddenly remember the success that bemistaken just had with closing her eyes and mentally teleporting. I close my eyes, imagining the Colosseum. Without meaning to, I think of the possibility that I'll wake up when I open my eyes. I'm really worried about this, and I start hurrying. This flows into...

Commercial Break
A false awakening in what looks like an office kitchen. It's the early morning and Wife is here with me eating a bowl of cereal and watching a small, staticky television set. On it, two Russian men are arguing about photo editing software.

"Sorry if I woke you," she says. "I knew you'd want to see this!"

"I wish you'd let me sleep," I whine. "I was having a lucid dream."

"Oh really?" she says. "It sounded like something erotic was happening."

I think of saying something like "I only made out a little with a six-foot-tall woman" but this doesn't seem like much of a defense. So I just say, "Well, that's embarrassing."

"Ew," she says, wrinkling her nose and going back to her television program. I finally nose pinch, realizing that the teleport didn't wake me up at all! All of this was expectation. I get excited thinking about this, and the dream falls apart, finally ending this crazy chain of dreams...

I am unsure of where the dream began but I find myself in a grass field of some sort and I am already lucid (though how I achieved lucidity is beyond me). I decide to walk around for awhile, just to soak in the dream, being cautious not to do anything that might wake me up prematurely. I explored for a few minutes until I was confident my dream was stable enough for me to do some more extreme stunts without jeopardizing the dream's integrity. I wanted to fly, as I hadn't done it in awhile and it's a experience that never disappoints. Having decided what I was going to do, I jumped into the air and, using my hands and my feet as thrusters, I rocketed into the air like Iron Man would and began flying around. I could feel the pressure of the thrusters on my hands and feet and sometimes the thrust on my hands was so powerful, I could barely keep my arms straight.

After while, I spotted a group of DC's chatting amongst one another and decide I should show off my abilities. I quickly flew down to my new found audience and, by manipulating the thrusters on my hands and feet, I bobbed and weaved through the crowd. So impressed was my entourage, that I overheard one of them ever state that my abilities were "godlike". Amused over the irony (and truth) of the DC's statement and my ego's appetite satisfied, I stopped showing off and continued exploring the dream world on foot.

I soon stumbled upon a small house/shack just a few yards away from the crowd of people I had amazed. However, before being given the chance to actually investigate further, I realized that the dream was fading. I began rubbing my hands together but to no avail. Quickly I began touching and feeling the wooden fence surrounding the shack, hoping the sensation of touch would stabilize the dream. This plan worked very effectively and now the dream was much clearer and more vivid than ever before. However, I knew it wouldn't last forever and that the dream would soon come to a natural end.

Realizing I didn't have much time left, I decided to conduct an experiment with the dream world. I wanted to test and see if dream memory was superior/inferior to our memory in reality. To do so, I was going to try and remember every detail I could about abandoned shack and it's surrounding environment. After a few minutes of observation, the dream ended.

(I would put down what I remember, but I am too lazy at the moment. Needless to say, I am quite surprised of all the details I seem o have remembered. It's not superhuman by any means, but I don't think I would have remembered so much in reality.)

Date: August 7, 2013
Method: WBTB & MILD (WILD)
Total hours of sleep time: 7 hours (WBTB 1 hour)

Well, I tried to repeat my success I had yesterday by doing a WBTB for 1 hour...no success. All I have to offer is bits and pieces of a dream.

At a hotel (again), some type of trip I was taking with a group of people. We all belonged to something (maybe a church group) and I wanted to leave, but I was not allowed. I noticed that my bed sheets were not changed by the maid when I got back from downstairs and this pissed me off.

(Fragments: I noted down 'veve' and 'garden party' and went back to sleep. I can't remember what either of those were about.)

3rd person, following a lady's maid in a castle. She's with her mistress, a blonde woman, very angry at the master of the house right now, a man with very long black hair and a very deep voice, and the master sends the maid away to go wait for a delivery of fabrics, from which the materials for the mistress's new wardrobe are to be chosen. The servant does as she's told, thinking of how hard it is for her mistress to adjust to her new husband and the customs of the empire, and while she waits for the delivery she weaves some threads into Scholar's Knots, a game for the mistress to unravel later, to calm her down. She makes the knots that represent the Emperors, and then, although they don't traditionally go together, she makes the knots for the Richards kings, which she thinks her mistress will appreciate. As she weaves she thinks, as a way of welcoming the mistress into the empire, welcome to your first thousand years.

this dream was kinda short but i really liked it so..


I was in the car with my dad (he was driving) and my little sister. We were going on one of the most important avenues in my city, and the traffic was incredible. The road was full of water and soap foam and I was laughing seeing a lot of cars full of water because they had their windows open. I saw a big truck somewhere in front of us and it seemed to carry a canister with gas. And then I said something like "Something is going to happen to that truck. I really expect it." and it did happen. The truck hit something and just as it was about to explode, my dad yelled "Out! Quickly!". We got out and ran as far as possible, and then I heard the explosion and my dad yelling at us to lay down.
The funny part begins now: after my dad said "Lay down!", I threw myself on the ground, IN SLOW MOTION. I said something like "nooooooooooooooooo" and fell down. The fall was really incredible because I fell really slowly, just like you see in movies. I got up and turned back, just to see that what the truck's canister held in was not gas, but just soap foam, and everyone was full of soap xDDDD

That's it...it's not much but the slo-mo part was awesome xD

I don't have a specific dream to write down, as I haven't slept for the longest time ever. Buuuuuuuuuuuut, for the past few months, I've been dreaming of aliens/abductions/ufos more and more. And this past week, I've probably had 6 alien-related dreams. I don't know why either, because I stopped watching sci-fi alienzzsozoz shows. I did see two UFO IRL since spring, though. All the other times I thought I saw UFO (as in before these last two), I always thought they were stars, or I was too high, too drunk, or just seeing random BS. The last two I saw were very clear and I was almost fully aware of what was happening around me. It changed me a bit. Now, I have this mental belief that the aliens are trying to contact me because I'm having these dreams, being able to see UFO's, and other lame stuff. But it really just could be my brain forcing that idea onto me, making me think aliens really want to contact me, when they really don't. Mannnnnnnnn, I feel dumber and dumber by the hour. Maybe it's time I get some sleep.

OH, I experimented with melatonin. I had 10mg tabs and 1/4ths, 1/2s, 2, 5, and 15. I will write down what resulted from each dose:

1/4ths - Put me to sleep, and I usually stayed asleep for around 4-5 hours.
1/2s - Put me to sleep, but I woke up every 2-3 hours.
2 - Knocked me out, but I woke up every 2-3 hours.
5 - Knocked me out, and I woke up within an hour.
15 - Knocked me out, woke up 3 hours later, I think, andndndnd gave me a migraine, andddjadaafag I didn't sleep for 48+ hours after that.

In all of those, my dreams stayed as vivid as they normally were. Ever since I stopped taking melatonin, I've been getting cartoony dreams, with a lot of oranges, reds, blues, and greens.

OH, I've also been dreaming of this school with a very deep basement with a lot of stairs that I run down and almost get murdered in. I've had dreams of that same place three times now. And another type of dream I've had twice now, of this obstacle race in some weird dark jungley place with stairs and diseased walls... the fuck is wrong with me?