Introductory Note Today is June 21, so a month ago I started trying to have lucid dreams and so far improved a lot, I am motivated because I recently had 4 lucid dreams (5 with the dream that I describe here today), DV helped me a lot to achieve results and for that i say thank you. Today i went to bet at 22:30 , so i naturally wake up for the WBTB at 2:50 as usual i right down my dream , i go to the bathroom and I was really thirsty so i went to the kitchen to have a glass of water then i went to bed to try WILDing. I do my usual routine , i layed on my back and started counting my breaths as i visualize the numbers for some reason was being really hard for me to focus . That position was getting really uncomfortable so i roll over to my side. At this point i was focussing in my breathing only , a little while later i fell asleep, in my opinion this happened because i was to tired . Dream I'm in the back of a big truck, is like a parade truck so i can see the street , the buildings and people watching . I feel the presence of someone on my side but i don't remember who it was ... suddenly a man appears from nowhere in the middle of the street and gets hit by the truck. I look back and i see the man in the floor full of blood, i jump of the truck but when i do I'm already to far away... i start getting back but I lost myself and without knowing i went to a friends house , i borrow his car so i can go look for the guy who was hit by the truck (i was very motivated on finding him), i start driving and i end up in a gasoline station. Suddenly i get lucid ,my awareness hits me in the face like a punch, i think about doing a RC but the dream starts fading...I'm very quick , i start rubbing my hands and screaming " DREEEEAM GET VIVID!!!". It works perfectly , the dream gets really stable so i look around and i see i pretty girl ... i go talk to her but she panics and a lot of people starts attacking me, the dream starts fading again and i wake up. After this i try to DEILD but i'm to green at it so i failed .
Ok I had a dream when I was about 14 that I can still remember to this day, I'm 27, female. It must mean something, what that is, I have no idea. So I suppose i'll just tell you about it, maybe someone here can make sence of it and why it has stuck with me for so long. Ok so in this dream I was on a beach with my mother and grandmother, the tide was comming in really quick, and they were folding and sorting washing, trying to get it ready before the tide came in. I was standing there watching, but I was hoping they would get the washing done in time so it didn't get wet. Then I look out to the ocean and this giant rushing cylinder coloured bright orange and made of water comes up out of the water, reaching right up past the clouds. This is the point where I start freaking out and all I can hear is this deafening rushing of water. The sky goes all dark and theres lightning, I look to my mother and she's walking towards this cylinder that has come closer to the shore. I'm screaming MUM! don't go near it! Then everything goes dark and silent. I feel myself being compressed smaller and smaller, I feel really heavy but like a ball of solid....energy. I'm floating in the darkness and I hear whispering all around me, I can't make out what they are saying. In my mind I was thinking I'm dead.....this is what happens when you die. The thing that sticks out most to me is becoming this orb or ball or whatever, I felt so compressed and small but really heavy. I think I had a dream about dying...not my actual death....but maybe my curiosity about death created something like this.....any thoughts on this would be really appreciated. Thank you.
Bedtime: 12:10 Aids: B6 WBTB: 5:00 Recall: Medium Vividness: Medium Awesome Factor: Low Dream 1 (fragment): I was at a store with Aunt H. There were quite a few earrings lying amongst other things. I found a pair I liked, but then lost them. Aunt had also picked some out. Dream 2 (post-WBTB):I was at the performance of a play I was assistant director for. I'm not sure if it was the same one I'd been involved in earlier this year, but I think it was mostly the same people. The director of my last film was there, and I was angry that he still hasn't sent me a copy of the film but he had time to attend events. Snoopy was there, too, but he looked more like a real dog than himself, and past director was very interested and taking photos. I think he was currently working on something Peanuts related.
The only thing I really remember about this dream is putting away milk after shopping in my dream. I put a bottle of milk into the fridge, on its own in the door, then turned away to pick something else up. When I looked back, the milk bottle I'd put in the fridge had been opened and some of the milk was gone, and next to it was the previous week's milk, almost empty. Random and... gotta admit, kinda boring for a dream!!
This one's going to be a little shorter simply because it was harder to get to my computer to start writing. But anywho, I remember something, so I might as well write something. Basically, all I can recall is walking along a snow path. I was armed with something, I know that much. It was probably a sword, but I can't remember for sure. Anyway, it was snowing lightly, but the snow path was narrow. If I'm remembering correctly, the snow path was more like a bridge crossing some kind of gap... but at the same time I distinctly remember being up in some mountains. Or maybe that's just me making up shit? Either way, I continued up until I came to this... I don't know whether to call it a large cabin... a castle... I'll call it a hall for now. Anyway, I walked inside, and I knew I had to get something. Not sure what, but I didn't have that much time to look simply because I was attacked by some kind of goblin thing. It might have been another creature but... I suppose it's the only way I can describe it. It had animal skin armor, and it was green... so god damn it I'm going to call it a goblin. Unsurprisingly, I beat it's shit. After that I think I just left... I don't even think I took anything (or maybe I did, and I just don't remember). Consistency when I found myself moving down... or rather up the snow path again. After that it's a blur, because next thing I knew, I was extremely sad. Like... I associate this sadness to the thought of my parents dying or something horrible like that. I remember this because... well, I wasn't sure if I was awake or not for sure, but I started holding Apollo for comfort. My other tulpalamas also asking what was wrong... I didn't answer, given the fact I went back to sleep. I believe I had another dream, but I can't remember what it was. Perhaps that was them in the dream, perhaps it wasn't... but whatever. I'm going to attempt to do some legitimate research over the site in order to make larger strides toward lucid dreaming. As of now, the only things I've been doing is keeping an alarm that plays loudly and hourly to get my mind used to asking if I'm dreaming. Also the hands thing and the mantra. But yeah. Enough from my mouth.
I have to stop going to bed so late. I had a lucid last night and almost forgot it. Anyway, my recall is a little fuzzy, but I remember at some point performing a breathing RC to start my lucidity. I used voice comands for "clarity" and "stabalize". I'm not sure if clarity worked, but stabalize did. I then grabbed on to something and told myself "this dream won't end until I want it to end." I remember trying to float, and failing. So I then tried to fly. I ran, jumped, flapped my arms once and took off a little, but soon came crashing back to the ground. I then told myself "this is a dream, I can fly just fine". I ran, jumped and took of this time, flapping my arms to rise, then gliding, diving, and pulling up like a falcoln. Thats all I can remember.
Didn't recalled anything from a nap, i guess bad timing or something.
Dream fragment 1: I was standing in a bathroom with a group of people. One guy was obese. We were trying to figure out how everyone could fit into the bath tub. My brother got in. Then everyone else jumped in. I didn't want to take a bath with my brother (LOL). So I left to grab towels. Dream fragment 2: Sitting in a crowded sports arena with a bunch of tall athletes. There was a small dispute about seats. I thought a guy on my row was a jerk. Semi-lucid/lucid dream: A guy and I were playing some kind of cat and mouse game with a murderous, female automaton. We chased her then she chased us. At one point she had us trapped in a motel room. The windows were too high and narrow to slide through easily. We were sitting ducks. The anxiety and fear woke me up. I just laid there wondering how the hell I could fix this dream so it wouldn't bother me later. I've been rereading Frank Kepple and Robert Monroe and thought phasing might help me in my dream situation. While I thought of ways to escape the automaton my dream started again. I was back in the room with my friend. Only this time I wasn't scared. I forget the details of my first attempt at phasing. But the second attempt involved switching to a higher dimension. That way I could walk through the wall and/or see through it. The automaton would be unaware as she would not be able to perceive it/me.
A major recurring theme in my early teenage years was of being in school but also being hidden inside a large cardboard box (I was not a shy person in real life, though, but in my dreams these were grades that were still a few years off yet, such as grades nine or ten in the high school). Sometimes the box had a small rectangular window (perhaps inspired by the “Don’t Open Till Doomsday” episode of “The Outer Limits” I saw at a very early age), but other times, no way to see out. Some recurring events were: Being a “hero” by somehow stopping a crime in the school but still being inside the box the whole time - and no one knowing what I looked like. In some cases, this was a bully, in other cases, an adult robber (but why would anyone rob a school - with no larger amounts of money in a safe, as a robber claimed in one version of my dream). Playing harmless practical jokes on the teacher by acts such as taking a stapler from her desk and her not knowing there was someone inside the box, which, I think in most cases, was for a large air conditioner or some such. Somehow kissing a girl (including on the legs) without her understanding that there was a person inside the box. Falling out a second or third-floor window yet not getting hurt. In most cases, the box somehow kept its rectangular shape even though it was not that thick. These dreams mostly stopped when I actually was in the higher grades at school.
Morning of June 21, 2013. Friday. Here are a couple dreams of the same date with a few different scenes. There is a flood again, but the water comes mostly from large tidal waves that somehow move more inland. Some people are looking for survivors as there is still a danger from more flooding. There is a strange scene of riding the fast, powerful waves just to get to another area, perhaps to our house, as I was getting my youngest son and oldest daughter from some sort of group meeting or visit in a building from a room that was a bit like my old apartment on King Street. A woman is looking for her young daughter of about four or five years and I help a few people dig through the mud near a curb. She was trapped under a lot of mud near the curb and must have somehow gone through the storm drain, which is also filled with mud, and yet she is somehow still alive. However, it would be impossible in real life to take pieces out of the street and sidewalk so easily, although it is broken up a bit in my dream. The girl’s breathing makes bubbles come up through the mud and a thinner layer of water over the mud. Also, it seems there are several storm drain chimney-like sections very close together. In another dream, I have my old snub-nosed revolver and end up protecting a few people from another person who has a gun, but who sort of becomes a friend. This was probably heavily influenced by a two-part episode of “Deep Space Nine” I had just seen (“Past Tense” parts 1 and 2). There is trouble with another person who seems to be a threat to the area, but then Superman arrives (I have not seen the new “Superman” movie yet - “Man of Steel” - but may in a few years - also really tired of hearing the word “reboot”, which is mindless, way overused “trendspeak”). There are about five repeating “takes” in a row in this dream that are mostly the same. I shoot Superman on the right side of his stomach, and he seems surprised and is badly injured (but not dead). People are amazed. All I did was use a Kryptonite bullet, which anyone could do, really. I have tentatively decided to classify part of this as precognitive (I never do this unless it is verified with at least a few details involved, but this still happens continuously and has since earliest memory), as my young niece in the USA had to drive through flood waters around the time I was dreaming this - around the same streets as in this dream - and I last saw her in real life when she was very young. Could be coincidence in this case, though, as floods are a fairly common theme, both precognitive and somewhat symbolic, perhaps. However, almost all my dreams contain at least a few clearer implied precognitive elements of one kind or another.
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June 20-21 8:45pm 11:15 some fragment about dreamviews. Don't remember what about, but the post was by Sageous 5:00am Dream 1: Luckily not my job I was working in some company in an executive level position. I then was offered participation in a project that looked very promising. I at first accepted. Then a senior level executive asked for my involvement in a project that would have been a conflict of interest. I realized that I could not say no, but that I could not remain honest and agree. I started the paperwork to quit the job, filed a notice, but it had to go to the man who had put me in this difficult position for approval, and approval was being delayed. While at the cafeteria I was approached first by the wife and then by her husband who both worked for this company, and was told to make sure to involve the husband in this promising project I had been offered, and then I was shown a photo of my sleeping younger son: it was a threat, do this or else. They said, that I was in an enviable position. I differed but did not tell them. I went to the secretary if the executive to whom I had filed my notice, and asked for the notice to be put on hold. I then went either to the auditors or to law enforcement with a list of approximate times and places during which some inappropriate incident had occurred, and I suggested that they pull security camera footage for that time. I thought that once all was done there would be at least six people exposed. Could these auditors or law enforcement keep me and my son safe? I sure hoped so. I felt I had no choice, this was the only thing I could do. I woke up while they were showing the security camera footage to everyone assembled. 6:30 Dream 2: My job but not my office - wish file copy were as fast as a ninja A tech support person was moving files on C drive of server because it would run out of space. I had not realized that he was doing it, but was on a conference call with him and several others anyway. Someone asked "But would this prevent Outlook from working on the server?" His reply "I didn't know it needed to work there." In reality it does not, but in my dream I said "I use it there all the time." He started shuffling things some more to make this to work. I could see his actions on my screen. There was also a message box informing me that the tech was logged in and working. It said his name was Rory (like in Dr. Who TV series), it had an anime avatar showing for him, and a button allowing one to enter chat with him labelled "Ask Question". A coworker who walked by and glanced on screen and saw how fast things were moving (unrealistically fast), remarked "He is as fast as a ninja." I agreed. One other thing that was different than in reality was the office layout which was very open, with this monitor clearly set up to be visible by anyone passing by, and it was all in a large open space unlike my real office.
I had my second experience today! My first one was a week ago (June 13), back then I knew nothing about Lucid dreaming but the concept, and I freaked out at the transition part and woke up, I posted it in my DJ too. Since then I read some classes here, The introduction, the DILD and WILD ones, and I started doing reality checks but still not able to feel really skeptic about being awake when I'm, and I haven't done any reality checks in my non Lucid dreams yet, but I almost remember a dream everyday, which could be because of the subliminal affirmations I use, I added one about remembering dreams. So thanks to you all for sharing these great classes and experiences, it is hard to find all this knowledge in once place but here . So I didn't have the courage to try WILD yet and had no luck with DILD, but I think I had a WBTB. I went to bed around 3 am and woke up (after the Lucid Dream) around 12 pm, when I woke up the first time I had a split of second of awareness before I open my eyes so I decided to keep them closed and try to Lucid dream, I can't remember anything after that till the point I felt the SP and the transition which feels like my soul going out of my body, this time it was more peaceful and vivid and I could stay calm knowing nothing bad will happen. Then I found myself in a grey empty space, nothing colorful, I could stabilize the dream for a minute or so, I was aware I'm dreaming, I touched the grey floor because I remembered reading something about touching floor or objects to stabilize the dream and I tried to create things but the grey scene disappointed me, I thought what is the point if I create things and they look grey, then the dream started to fade, I tried to resist but I felt like my soul is coming back to my body and I woke up. It was a short experience but I will list my notes and improvements: 1- The fear is gone of the transition, I was so calm, much calmer than I expected. 2- I can say that the vision of my body moving up and floating is a pattern in my transition but I had only two Lucid dreams so far so I'm not sure yet. I have a belief (religious one) that souls go out of our bodies when we dream, and come back when we wake up, and that's so close to what I see in the transition, but I don't see a soul, just my body acting like one. 3- My dreams are not vivid yet, it was so vivid in the transition only. I wish there is a way to improve that, The grey wasn't pleasant at all. 4- I could stay in the dream longer than the last time but I still need to work on stabilization, changing scenes and creating things if my dreams are going to start in an empty space every time, I thought I'd start in my room as I read many do but I didn't. Ok that's all, sorry if I mentioned many details, but that helps me memorizing the dream.
At 69 I might well be the oldest person ever to have attempted to become lucid...so this journey is interesting. Nothing's happening fast, but I am inching forward. It might be better long-term, to concentrate on one aspect and really drill away at that...but, for now, I'm spreading it around just to see what happens and what looks most promising. I've got the mantras, RC's etc. I know most of the drills and I have a fair idea what to expect... although it will still be mind-blowing when it happens of course. WBTB + WILD really interests me. I tried WILDing twice during the day yesterday (without WBTB). Although that's not the normal way of course, something happened (more the second time than the first) I can now easily get to the stage where my arms and shoulders feel dead. (should my whole body feel dead?) Now I view the itchy/scratchy part as a stage I don't have much of a problem with it. Interestingly, I didn't hit the problem with breathing during either attempt...but I got colour. It was a yellowy-green patch in the centre of my vision at the first attempt and it gradually filled almost all of my vision at the second attempt. I give up when I get into cycles of feeling that something is about to happen than it fades off...then again...and so on. I can't spend the whole day experimenting of course so I eventually have to terminate the try. I did notice after the second attempt that there was residual effects on one of my arms, that lasted for a short while I'm waking a few times at night, after dreams...because I can sense them, but some are eluding me (even more work on laying still after waking) So...baby steps...but this baby is toddling forward... (some baby!)
1. I got nothing at the moment. Need time to think. Had 2 pain killers last night, maybe they hindered success, Idk. Times: Sleep: 11:00 Wake: /://
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I'm sitting at a table with lots of people. They are mostly acquaintances, and I know most of them as friends of Ryan. Something happens to my shirt, some sort of spontaneous combustion, and everyone gets very nervous and uncomfortable. All of us drink cans of beer, completely synchronized. I go into a house, and up some stairs. I find a small, closet-like room. I pull out a mini couch from my pocket, and fall asleep on it. I wake up, and I'm standing in a line. It's unnaturally bright outside, and the sky is brilliant shade of blue. I notice I am wearing what look like scrubs. They are all white and one piece. More like a jumpsuit. I focus on where I am, and I realize I'm standing in a line that is heading towards the front gates of a mental health institution. Everyone in the line seems very normal, even better than normal, perhaps. I finally get to the entrance, and there is a guard sitting in a tiny booth with a glass screen in front. When I try to speak, nothing comes out. The guard looks at me and shakes his head, with a look of pity and disgust. Flash forward, I'm in a small group, outside. I'm now within the gates of the institution. Suddenly a very large, very round child comes up to my group. As he's about to open his mouth and say something, a man in our group stands up and shouts, "PIGGY BOYYYYY", followed by two quick snorts. He calmly sits back down, and everyone is silent. We remain that way for what seemed like minutes on end. Then, suddenly, piggy boy lunges at me. He's incredibly quick and nimble. He scoops me up over his shoulder and takes off running. He's going so fast, everything around me is a blur. I can hear him snort, ever so quietly. When we stop, we're on the roof of a tall building. It has a basketball court on it. Piggy boy puts me down, and starts shootin' hoops by himself. I watched him play until the sun set.
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