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I think i was male, anyway definitely not my waking self. In this dream I knew the nature of my reality. To clarify: this was a non-lucid dream, but I believed I knew the nature of reality - that was part of the content of the dream - and in the dream I did not mean by that whether or not it was a dream. In this dream there was a powerful cast of high priests/priestesses, and all of us were connected to some sort of electric web. I at some point changed the current in this Web. The priests/priestesses immediately reacted that I must be stopped, but I was not worried (unstoppable?).

I have the strong sense that there was more to it, but that's all I recall.

06/28/13

Dreamscape 2
I wake up in bed and roll over. I am not in my own bed. Something soft and furry is curled up beside me. I reach over and pet it. It responds with a, "Pika!" and a purr. I sit up in the bed and look around. I am back in the bedroom of Dreamscape. I see the black cat sitting on a chair not far from the bed. I get up out of bed and almost trip on the Buddha statue that is sitting on the floor. I curse myself silently for forgetting it. I see there is a journal on the floor near the statue. The cat on the chair meows. I go over to the cat and pet it. The cat begins to purr. There is a knock on the door to the room. I go over to the door and ask who's there. For a minute there is no answer… and then finally someone says that he is my neighbor coming for a visit. I think he is probably a Templar. I don't really want to let a Templar inside my Dreamscape. There is another knock at the door. It is getting a bit more impatient. I think about it for a bit longer, thinking there was some reason I wanted to let them in but I am not able to remember why I would do that. They are pounding on the door now. I finally decide to follow my instinct. I open the door and get out of the way. Two Templars practically tumble into the room. They turn around and look at me. One of them looks around the room and asks if this is where I have been hiding the artifacts. I ask them what they want here. One of them looks back over at me. Before anyone can answer, however, I see another person enter through the door which I had not bothered closing. I look over at the new arrival and recognize him as Alex Mercer from the Prototype game.

I do a double take at that… Great… now my Dreamscape is infested with Templars and a viral shape-shifter. One of the Templars asks Alex who he is. The other one says he has a proposal for me, one he hopes I will not refuse. The Templar talking to Alex tells Alex to get lost, this is not his concern, and pushes him towards the door. I tell the Templar that he really doesn't want to piss Alex off. He asks what Alex is going to do about it? Fight him? Huh? Wanna fight? He says he'll kick Alex's ass right out the… He is interrupted when Alex grabs him and quite quickly consumes him. The Templar talking to me has continued talking, but I have not been listening. He stops now and stares at Alex, saying, "What the fuck?!" He takes a couple steps away from Alex, but he doesn't move quickly enough to avoid getting grabbed by Alex. All he gets out is, "Oh, shit…" before he, too, is consumed. Alex is just standing there looking at me, and all that comes to mind to say is that was truly disgusting as I look at the bloody mess on the floor of my Dreamscape bedroom. I go over to the door and look out, calling out to ask if anyone else wants to come on in. No? Good. I close the door. I turn around to find I'm looking directly at Alex… and he is holding the black cat. I do a double take at that and then head towards the other side of the room. Alex says something about Abstergo being associated with Gentek… I comment a Templar by any other name is still a fucking Templar. I look around and see the door that leads to the hallway on the Dreamscape website.

I go through that door and see it leads to a long hallway that has no doors on either side. I head down the hall, Alex follows me. The black cat jumps from his arms and runs down the hall at top speed. I wonder if the cat is leading me somewhere. I think that if he is, he needs to slow down a bit. I hurry faster to follow the cat. Alex stays right with me. I glance over at him, wondering what he is after, but then I wake up.

I have been focusing on MILD

Fragments. Once I woke up thinking I had been lucid but had no recall. The second time I hear someone that I thought of as Wurlman say the words, "lucid dreaming" I woke with start. I can't remember any other details.


#1 There was a party with a bunch of teens. Something about it ending but the guys wanted to go longer. We though of ways to keep it going but someone drank the last beer. They said "Last of the alcohol" and threw the bottle in the fireplace.

I saw my wife who wasn't my wife just a girl I liked. I wanted to makes sue she didn't go home with some jerk so I offered to give her a ride.

#2 I am on some train ride roller coaster thing in some tunnels. I remember the old dream from a few days ago and am confused why we went a different route. The train soon dissolves and I am walking in some strange maze like building. I think of mini golf. There's something about a window unit.

I find myself standing outside the window unit. I make an adjustment and turn around. There are two guy that look really thugish. They also look like my wife's sisters husband but they have long hair and red bandannas. They look Mexican but also may like Native Americans. I think they must be his brothers. They have the same eyes. There's a third guy and we all talk about something.

# 3 I am playing some game at work with a bunch of people sitting at a table. My wife is one of them. I roll dice and take as many steps. I continue until I get to the smoker shack that now looks like a brick building from downtown with several stories. I go back to the table and realize I left my son in the building. I worry how long it has been. I run back thinking about how many times I must have rolled dice to get there. I worry that I skipped everyones turn. I find my son in some room buried in cloth. I feel him and pull him out and cuddle him. My wife is with me and I feel really bad. Some young woman drives up in car (I guess I am outside now?) and tries telling me something but Ignore her. I look at my son and he is a newborn again. The woman coos at him.

Dream 1(fragment):

I was playing AI War and then it turned to be similar map to the one i played earlier.

Dream 2(fragments):

I was exploring some foggy lands and there was a river. Later it turned into RTS mode and i was controlling a squad of units.

Dream 3(fragments):

There was something about musicians and some video game in which i had to fight through some hospital, then musicians grew horns and turned out to be demons and we were talking about DMC series, then they started some kind of concert with music.

Legend: Dream , Semi-Lucid , Lucid , Side notes.

Getting kissed: So last night, i got kissed in like 2 different dreams by some girls. I don't really remember much else though, i know it left me happy when i woke up xD but because of it, i decided to go back to sleep since i was in such a good mood and not log any dreams. Oh well, i still remember some so it's okay. I'll make sure to log them tonight though

Star trek dust adventure: I remember being in some squad, we were deployed to some desert and we're assigned to hunt down some monsters. We got to the monsters and killed them, after that , i remember getting into a spaceship and talking about star trek.

Computer apps: I was forced to take a computer apps class over the summer. Instead of paying attention, i moved about the classroom and starting stealing random things i thought would be helpful, hehe, the dude even had some binoculars in his closet, awesome.

I've been neglecting to write down the dreams that make me feel bad.

A few nights ago there was one where I carried my mom around. A railroad track that went around the coast of San Francisco, like that Mario Party game. I rode my bike around it, and she was drunk, needed help, couldn't control herself. We rode it around to the bottom, and going back uphill the tracks came apart in disrepair. I ended up climbing up the tracks, her holding onto my leg. It got steeper and steeper, and I started climbing hand over hand. I couldn't do it. We fell into the water.

This morning I had one about not being able to do my job. Staring at the menu screen again, wondering what everything was. Except I'm more aware of it this time, and I try to actually explore it a little more. Meanwhile this annoying redheaded kid is ordering a fucking hamburger and wants me to find it on the menu.

I went for a long break, thinking I had a lunch because it was my birthday. But that wasn't the case. I came back late as Robert called my phone. He needed my help. I try to find the store in the middle of a health club. I was late. Time edit log. My bad.

I was warming up with the hockey team, helping them out. Weighing them. But I wasn't part of the team, just an average-ass dude. I walk down the field and see a krumping class. The instructor asks what I'm doing, says I should come and krump. Girls in the class are giving me looks. When I come back and decide to do it, one is naked, but she puts her leotard back on. Really hot. We start to do plyometrics, but then everybody disappears. It's just me and another girl, who I'm not interested in. We go over to a bar on the mirror. I try to do a handstand on it, following her movements, but the instructor says "Don't hurt yourself, you can't do it." That's fine.

I am at a playground. This is some kind of festival, a radio show. I stand on a bench. Someone acting like a dinosaur looks up and roars at someone much taller than him, also on the bench next to me. The announcer quips that this seems a bad idea. The tall dark hairy man looms over the dino-man menacingly. And then the attention is on me. "And Mr. Galactico over here..." I am taller than everyone. "Come down!" I act my part. I do a weird twisting flip and land on the floor. I make up a silly kind of salute where I brush my hair back. Mr. galactico.

Later I do a handstand on the bench. I can hold it really well. I decide to take a leap of faith and plop my feet down. They land on planks instead of thin air, so I don't get hurt. I say "Whoa!" to my dad. "Check it out!" I'm also so flexible that I can see through my legs, bending my head way back. He is nonplussed.

I'm playing on the playground, swinging around on different things. Handles get sharper and sharper, coming down into a V of different sizes and angles as I swing out over space. I hear someone scream. A commotion. He has been fighting with my mom. She is drunk, hysterical. She lets out a horrible shriek. My dad has hit the retarded kid who comes into my work. William is unconscious and naked. He rolls around on the floor like he's dead. Fuck my parents, dude.

Another brief dream where I'm being pulled out to sea from a beach. Very vivid blues. It's beautiful. I feel the vast tug of the ocean, of oblivion, taking hold of me. I think about the forces at work, the mechanics of waves, people washing ashore. I envision the forces pulling me like exhaust from a vast jet engine, and I turn the thrusters around. Gradually the forces equalize, under the waves where I've imagined them to be working. I can feel them behind me. I wash up on shore, but the sand is sharp and it hurts my arms where I roll in from the waves. I dig through the sand and find shark teeth of all different shapes and sizes.

And I'm sick of all of these dreams. All the imagery, the attention directed AT me but not GIVEN to me, I'm sick of it. I probably could have become lucid during the ocean dream, but I didn't have the drive to. I thought I liked being physically strong, but it seems like it's just something for people to take advantage of in me, or some cry for attention that never really pans out. Check out this COOL TRICK. FUCKING WOW, nobody cares. Nobody cares about me.

The worst dreams for me aren't nightmares; even when there are zombies or some menace I think it's really interesting in a morbid way. At least I'm doing something, and there's a movie narrative I can latch onto. The worst dreams for me are those with an inescapable air of depression, of inevitable failure. My energy is directed somewhere unimportant, and so bad things happen around me. Nothing is fresh, just the same patterns of despair. I hate bad dreams.

Date: 28th

Pre bed: Multivits, WBTB: some red bull

Comments: I was very sleepy and quickly reviewed the storyline so some details were lost. The dreams had some bizarre but still interesting and pleasant post wake feel to them.

Dreamlet: some granny and another woman sitting on a chair/wheelchair

Dream1: I am in my hometown and want to buy some supps – copper that is dissolved in water. It is not available where I am at the moment, so I go to a bus station and head to the nearest drugstore. On the corner is a street stall where they sell all kinds of prayer beads – malas/rosaries made of colored wood. As I am heading towards the drugstore one of the items falls down on the floor. The stall was first to my right, but as I look back it is to my left! I go back to apologize to the sellers – a man and woman sitting on the floor and tell them that I would like to look at the items when I am back. Then 3 of them and me join in some kind of a game – not so much a game. There is a white Ouija board but no letters, and some other part that we will be moving with our hands. We have to select the person who will receive the message. I am slow to react so the woman picks to be that person. I think that I should not have allowed that because this way they could easily pretend and make up some kind of message. I look at the man in front of me – I feel I have known him all along and have positive feelings towards him.

Dream2[high fragmentation and possibly separate dreams]:

I am in some kind of a building on the last floor and move through the rooms which are aligned like a corridor. In the first room are the items of some dangerous guy that is not here anymore (prison?) but it looks like a friend of mine also has access to his room and has left some notes/diaries there. I am very curious and want to read it all but someone (maybe it was her) comes in and I move along the corridor like building.

This time it is a normal corridor, very long with lots of rooms on each side, reminding me of a school. Some kind of class/event is over and I hurriedly move forward by using some kind of a button to speed up, much like running in a video game. I reach the restroom to my right, then exit it, go into one of the rooms to the left, some people I know there? Then decide to go back to the restroom and I look for the same room on the right, the second or third door, but of course it is a different room now and I am very confused. They tell me the restroom is on another floor and I head to the stairs.

On the upper floor I can see/hear some family friends. Changing my mind about finding the restroom, I want to eavesdrop and find out what they are talking about without them knowing about me being there. That doesn’t quite work as the mother discovers me and I have to officially join them. Some interaction with them and the upper floor is the last floor of the building that has been turned into some kind of observatory. There are interesting things happening as some kind of machine is activated. (Unfortunately I can no longer recall). For a moment the upper floor is like a box, there are reverse window shutters and as am I talking to the family friend I am lying with my entire body on this shutter that goes up and down in mid air, trying not to slip. Back to talking to them.

Then there are a lot of people around a table and it looks like we are playing some kind of game. I mostly pay attention to some strange item like a miniature house and some vegetable – like beans as we are playing this game. Some people miss intentionally their turn and now it’s my turn but I don’t want to play. There is some talk about it and I clarify that it is because I have no idea how to play this game, then consider giving it a try.

I am on a lower level, like an open room, on the floor or an bed and look up to the building in front of me and on the last floor or somewhere like few floors above me I see Xanous in a room. To the left of him is a woman that I conclude is his wife, blue clothes? (really not sure). I try to say something to him but he is behind a glass, in that room and doesn’t hear/understand me. There is some zooming of my vision and he gets out some signs, something written with his address and directions how to get there by car. Two street names and Junction 8. I see a map with highway and different cities aligned.

I am on the street of some unknown town and conclude that some gangstas have been stealing from clothing stores. This is triggered by the fact that I find two pairs of new jeans with labels on the street. Another street man/gangsta comes and we talk as I try to figure out whether the jeans will fit my bf. Then decide to give them to the gangsta. I notice that this pair of jeans is prohibitively expensive, something like 1267? But hey maybe it is a very fashionable model. We are now in a store and the lady that works there behaves in a commanding way. We (me and another DC) just want to allow the gangsta to try the jeans, but the lady says we need to keep our distance, what? I reply that I am leaving anyways so no need to fuss.

[warning even more strange stuff follows]

I go out on the street and go to a black lady with some small kids. My memory is a bit blurry but as I walk the surroundings are transformed as we are now having a discussion about democracy, the world, then something about the development of civilization. The sun is shining bright and as this conversation goes on I am following a muddy road in the midst of a strange field. The road is no less weird, I am supposed to be following the left side of it. The road is covered with yellow fancy dust that in my mind is bright blond hair that has been cut, but it looks like a small river of pollen tracks. I think it is sunflowers. No, it is the hair of these people. There is a row of people, items that resemble some kind of a helmet (like the ones that you put on mayan gods), it changes, they are people, warriors from the past. Now they are dead. I wonder why their hair is blond when they are black, and inspect one closely. His forehead is brown. Ancient. He is cold to the touch. I come to my senses and first of all wonder why there is no smell if they are dead? Anyways, don’t want to be stuck there in the middle of this summer/ early autumn wheat type of field as down the road there is another row of these ancient warrior soldiers lying there. I head back following the same road in this strange but still beautiful sun-lit field.

So I've decided to do a 30-day challenge of using the SSILD technique. I have experimented with the technique before with somewhat mixed success. So this time I'm going to use nothing but SSILD for the next 30 days and record how many LD's and FA's I get. So here we go:

Day 7

I went to bed at 12:30 and set my alarm for 6:00. When my alarm went off, I woke up, but I soon fell back to sleep before I could even do the cycles. I did have one dream, but my recall was shattered by my parents barging in my room at 8:30. Here's what I remember:

I was in some city with my college pastor and his wife. I think it was like Germany or something, but I don't remember. I was carrying around this massive iPad/tablet computer that was the size of a small flatscreen TV and probably about 20 pounds. We went into some water park, and as they went on this one ride, I decided to stay outside so my tablet wouldn't get wet. /*Gap here*/ I was playing/in some game like Lego Island where everything was made of Legos. I had to fly some helicopter and shoot down this dinosaur.

After I woke up at 8:30, I tried to get back to sleep, but I found I couldn't - or at least I though I couldn't, because I then woke up at 9:30! Aggravated, I decided to stay up for an hour watching random YouTube videos on my phone. At about 10:20, I did the SSILD cycles and went back to sleep. I woke up at 11:00 with no recollection of a dream. Mad that I couldn't even induce a lucid after doing the napping technique, I got up stormed out of my room. I then woke up at 11:45. Yes, it was an FA. At least that's something...

Day 7: LD - 0, FA - 1
TOTAL: LD - 4, FA - 2

I don't really remember anything from my dreams save for that one involved my crush and her friends and took place at school. I was frustrated that I couldn't fall asleep until 2 or 3 in the morning and my alarm still didn't wake me up (despite me making it louder).

If anyone has tips on falling asleep or just making oneself tired, let me know. I'm trying to do an FILD, but I'm never tired enough.

Yay, i think i did a ToTM!I'm in my house, playing minecraft. I get bored quickly, so i go out, grabbing a random DS and Wii (i don't have those) and i drop them. The DS doesn't have a scratch, but the wii breaks. As my usual rush of logic kicks in, i think "WTF? My Wii is heavier, so it shouldn't have been broken.... I might be dreaming... I'll check later". I drop the DS down my LONG staircase, and it still doesn't break. I go get it and while i return i think"Ok, that's 3 signs im dreaming, if i find another one i'll check". So out i go seeking another sign, into some kitchen like place i don't have, until i (drum roll.... wait for it!) think "Oh f**k this lets check now."I RC and it works. (again, drum roll...) My mom appears. I inmediatly try kicking her, but she is the invincible one and she said "Sorry for what i did that dream, but i wanted decorations put up in my room". Thinking my subconsious was crazy at this point, i agreed only for practicing summoning. After about a min, she's happy and punches me, while saying she won't do "that" again (from the other entry).I go out and find a mirror. I tried avoiding it, but i saw inside it and found myself without any distortion whatsoever. I wake up around here.

Dream 1

My mum has a house party and a remember a famous person comes however I can't remember who it was

Dream 2

I was choosing ps2 games to play, then James Bond turned to real life in the dream, I kept killing my friend

Dream 3

My friend asked if me and someone else could turn the lights on for the school when we walked out. He told us where it was, we seen where to turn it on but couldn't be bothered. Then the person I was with sprayed some dangerous spray in my eye, it burned really bad!

Dream 4

I was walking with someone back to their house, they then decided to get the bus. Then changed their mind, we went back to their house and decided to chill and watch TV. She was nice but very moody

had new house and baby neighbour was nice old lady i was helping her hang out washing then was shopping .Then in parents house but there house looked same as house i currently live in .its gone dark and i want to go home but dont know the way properly im waiting for someone to come and show me the way

Dream recall from today's nap, had a bit of problem falling asleep for some reason(maybe it was too hot).

I was loking around from the balcony, then somebody called me from the streets and i went there, almost instantly i was down there and we were talking about something while pigeons were wandering around. Then i went back and was instantly back at the balcony. Then it faded out.
I wake up with closed eyes, attempt to DEILD, but don't really works, i get up and i have sensation that i am dreaming, then i wake up again with same sensation. I get up from the bed and dream shortly destabilizes, i fall and for a split second i see weird kinda egyptian eye-like symbol in black and white, then i somehow fall and dream stabilizes, but in a second i wake up.

1. [Lucid?]
I seem to remember becoming aware and suddenly got really excited then woke up. I did not perform any reality checks that I remember, I keep seeing a hand but I think that was from a previous dream.

I know I kind of woke up in the middle of the night. It was something conceptual, seemed more like an NREM thoughts memory than like REM dream, and to confirm that it was probably NREM, I was too groggy to follow through with writing it down. I remember I tried though: I remember lying there and trying to recall, and I had some of the concepts in my mind, I think the subject was dreams, but don't recall. Anyway, I never managed to actually write the concepts down, and I suspect even if I had given how groggy I was, they probably would have made little sense in the morning.

In the morning I woke up with a sinus headache second morning in a row, and no dream recall, but at least non-groggy.