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Obviously, when we awaken from a nonlucid dream about a jerk, the reality of that situation vanishes like smoke. Since the dreamed person was nonexistent, the label "jerk" was also imaginary. When we view people so narrowly, whether in dreams or waking reality, we invariably decontextualize -- placing absolute labels where no absolutes exist. The true context for all persons and objects is interdependence. The condition of dreaming, whether it be in the night or in daytime, subsumes a form of ignorance where we can easily misconstrue appearances. Dreaming invites us to become deluded. We can either go with the flow or wake up -- check it right there and realize that although the object as we perceive it appears to be real from its own side, that appearance is illusory.In terms of our normal mode of understanding reality, analyzing phenomena in this way turns everything on its head. But even if we are, at this point, thoroughly convinced that "all phenomena are nonexistent," our present understanding is only conceptual. In Tibetan Buddhism, conceptual understanding is likened to a patch on clothing that sooner or later falls away. It is the habituation of the practice of daytime dream yoga that will allow our understanding to deepen and prepare us for an awakening that encompasses both the day and the night. To quote Chagdud Tulku Rinpoche -- one of the most prominent Tibetan lamas who taught in the West -- "All dream yoga is based on the one-pointedness one can maintain on the illusoriness of experience by day."

The Daytime Practices of Dream Yoga | Reality Sandwich

I am visiting a large multi-story sound stage where the next Hobbit movie is being filmed. Today, OpheliaBlue and I are visiting with Andy Serkis to find out how he plays Gollum and what is involved with making his character come to life.

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My view shifts to the upper-most reaches of the stage area some four or five stories above the ground. The scenery is so intricate that the design team has to make props and paint this high up to convey a real feeling of the fictional location. I'm rather impressed but I want to go back down to stage-level where all the people are. My will brings me on a twisty descent back to the ground, an action I know I should be doing while lucid yet somehow I don't think I am.

(This is as close to lucidity as I get in this dream)

Andy is letting us know about the makeup and shows us the cameras used to film the movie and I find it surprising that instead of the normal practice of using a combination of motion and facial capture devices he is in full prosthetic makeup. This makes it odd talking to him because we can see him as Gollum but his voice comes out in normal speaking tones and he seems quite happy, an unusual expression to see on Gollum's face.

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Some more details happened but I've lost them.

The road that leads up the hill from my current home is actually the same road I used to walk up to get home from school when I was young. For some reason the Neighborhood Association has seen fit to flood this area with water that is almost waist deep. In my mind I'm questioning the wisdom and reason for this decision and can't come up with any rational explanation for it.

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I do recall that when I was young the intersection by the corner of the school property would get some standing water in it, maybe enough to splash a little while riding a bike through it. It never seemed deep. Now...the water is deep enough to require wading and it seems to be at least knee-deep for a couple-hundred feet. I don't get it. I know the water hasn't always been there because I can even remember how it looked when the road was given fresh asphalt when I was still in school.
Sadly I never solve this mystery but the water seems to no longer hinder my movements after a few minutes of pondering. I'm still standing at the corner and I see a game-disc for one of the Playstations in the house. I pick it up and start to put it on the shelf which appeared next to me but I realize that if I do my son will come and take it to his room. I put it on the shelf anyway but I push it further back so that he may not notice it immediately. I don't really have time to deal with its placement at the moment.
I get in my SUV and look back to see a police officer approaching the intersection and he seems a little inattentive to his driving. To prove this he turns onto the side road I am on, just a little over from the flooded intersection, and sideswipes my SUV. WTF! I keep watching as he passes me without stopping and proceeds to a house a short way ahead of me. He gets out of his Bronco-style vehicle with a large bouquet of roses that he clearly intends to give to some lady he is enamored with. I suspect his love has blinded him to anything else in life, yet I find no joy in this. I'm still left with a damaged vehicle.

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I get out and begin examining the Lego constructions that my son has left on the shelf across the street (which still looks like the neighborhood but is somehow part of his room). Some are larger than others and represent different times of his life but all are complicated and intricate.
Coming to my senses I literally ask myself out loud, "What am I doing?! My vehicle just got hit!" I put the Legos down and start examining a piece of sheet metal about 3 feet on a side. It's bumped and damaged from where the police officer's vehicle struck it though I can push out the dents by hand. I wonder if I can do the same for my vehicle and I only briefly wonder why I'm looking at a piece of sheet metal from my son's toy box.
As if on cue my son shows up to ask me what's wrong. We get in my vehicle which seems to be a combination of my SUV and a house I've never been in but apparently share with my family and anderj101, among others unnamed. I really feel the need to make a report about the police office that struck my SUV and I turn to see his license plate. The numbers seem to change and at one point I even think it starts with an exclamation point.
Staring at it long enough helps resolve some of the numbers just before he drives away though I know it will be easy to identify him to the police. He not only had damage on his vehicle, his vanity plate indicated he was from California, a little far from his normal jurisdiction.
To communicate this I decide to use my vehicle's console to send a text-style message to the police. I want to start typing but the text-box is filled with characters clearly put there when anderj101 was visiting some other website filled with hundreds of chat room names. These room names take me forever to delete as I have to push a button to remove text and the screen only shows one text-line at a time. I've got to tell anderj101 not to use my vehicle for surfing chats in the future!

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To type this message, which I decide I should post on DreamViews, I have to push two buttons on the dashboard until the proper character is displayed and then move the cursor one space over. It's a frustrating process and I know it will take forever yet I plod on, slowly working out my message about the terrible officer.

And that's all I remember clearly. I know there was also some strange demon-like person wearing a hooded robe that I took for an obscure forum member who advised me on my memories of the flooded intersection but I can't quite put it into the context of the dream.

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1. I was at my old home, in the shower. It was slightly larger than I remember. There was some kind of radio in the wall, playing a track called "Hypnosis"

2. I was in a classroom. It was completely filled, and the lights were out. I had a laptop or screen in front of me, and I was browsing Deviantart.

3. I was near a lake, in some kind of grassy field.

4. I was on some kind of WW2-era battleship (unknown class)...on land. We were fighting infested terran from StarCraft 2, and a Hybrid Destroyer (same game) showed up - though we called them Servants of Silence (which is from an RP setting I've created).

So I'm there, chilling with my friends in an English class. It's the first day of actual classes during our senior year. We have a new teacher, so the bitch made us do those stupid "about you" type things. Thankfully, the fire alarm goes off, and we all get out of a waste of a class. Some skeets are throwing around firecrackers all over the parking lot by the time we get out, and eventually start throwing them to each other in some sort of hot potato game. They're spread out all over the parking lot by now, and I seriously hope one of them gets hurt. One of them comes very close to hitting our little circle, and I tell off the idiot who threw it. In my little fury of profanities and insults, I hear someone yell about something happening on the roof of the school. I can't really see from my position, so I assume it's smoke rising from the building, indicating a real fire, rather than the drill we all assumed it was. I walk further out away from the school to see what the ruckus is, and as I look up, I see a fighter plane fly by. Then something I can't quite make out falls from the sky and crashes into the little grass area next to the parking lot. How I didn't figure out this was a dream by now is beyond me. Anyways, I, being the dumbass that I am, run to the wreckage at the other end of the parking lot. It's the remains of a helicopter. Everybody's panicking now, and I see a gold coloured jeep pull up to the exit of the parking lot. I recognize the driver somewhat, and immediately hop in, wanting to get as far away from that fuckery as possible. The driver turns out to be the quiet artsy girl in a few of my classes, a friend of a friend. We never really talked much, but here we are, speeding away from that clusterfuck. Despite the panic and fear I'm sure the both of us are feeling right now, she asks a very calm and casual question. Can't quite remember, it was something about income taxes or something. I say I have no idea, and the dream ends as we begin driving towards a pizza place. Before the dream ended, though, I tasted something. I didn't actually physically tried to taste anything, I just felt a taste in my mouth. It tasted of art. Like, imagine licking a painting in an art gallery, or eating crayons, only it tasted beautiful. It tasted like good art. I don't care, I'm going to consider this a task of the month, I tasted something. I wasn't lucid, nor did I try to taste anything, but there was a taste in my mouth so that's close enough.

After waking up, (this part is IRL, it wasn't a false awakening) I try to move my arm to check the time on my phone. I had trouble moving my arm, so I try seeing what I can do with my arm. I could move my arm at the shoulder, and my hand at the wrist, but I couldn't bend my arm. Trying to bend it, I end up just moving my arm back and forth, its weight pulling it down so I could only really have it in a few positions, I couldn't stop it in between. I had to hold my arm with my other hand (which thankfully was fully functioning) so I could properly move it without its weight dropping it much further than I want. I tried to bend my arm with assistance from my other, but that didn't work, either. However, this entire ordeal only lasted a short time, maybe 15-20 seconds, and I was very soon able to move my arm however I wanted, with no problems with gravity.

This one was really cool. It started out in front of a run-down looking house. I was sitting in a car. Kinda felt like I was Dean from Supernatural. Anyway, there was some other guy beside me in the car, but it wasn't Sam. We both went inside and explored it. Apparently we were supposed to obtain a password for a certain door in the house. Some guy was inside and I guess we had to fight it out of him. There was a relatively big chamber before the door. "Sam" and I went behind a big piece of concrete (Probably a fallen wall) to wait for the man so we could jump out and fight him. "Sam" was noticed before me though, and the man threw something at Sam's neck and he fell on the ground. I remember them as being... Well, you know wind up toys? It was a handle to wind something up, only it had a really sharp point. Then I stood up to fight the man. He was wearing ragged clothes and he looked kind of old... Maybe in his 30's to 40's. The man threw a wind up handle at me but I dodged it. I don't really remember parts of the fight here though. But all I know is that I was doing kinda bad until I learned how to avoid the wind up handles entirely. He threw another one at me and got it in my neck, but I pulled it out and punched him in the face. He stumbled and fell onto the ground. Another wind up handle was thrown but I blocked my neck and it didn't hit me. Then I started punching him over and over and over. Left, right, left, right left, right left, right left, right left, right left, right... Until finally he looked dead, and I picked him up and threw him out a window. "Sam" woke up and pulled the wind up handle from his neck. Then he asked me if I got the password from the guy. Of course I didn't though, because I just punched the crap out of him and threw him out a window. I felt kind of guilty at that too. But yeah that's what I remember. It was pretty neat, especially the part where I kicked ass.

I rate this dream 4/5 awesome dances.

LUCID

*I became lucid while looking at my smart phone. I then decide to search nepal on youtube. I scrolled the videos until I saw something that appeared interesting. I clicked the video and these monks were on an island surrounded about circle of skulls practicing ritual. For some reason I became scared and I woke up.

*I hear the mantra om mani padme hum and found my self at a scared place. There were alot of people there practicing this mantra. This place was made out of rock as if were on the side of a mountain. There were also holes in the this mountain filled with warm water. Each hole could only fit one person. I believe these were there to enhance practice.

1am-6am

this dream takes place in the apartment. i have just bought a new pair of jeans. buying these jeans enters you into a contest: the contest details are written on a pink leather square on the back of the jeans. i show the jeans to my mother and she becomes incredibly angry, screaming at me that the jeans are awful and i am stupid for wasting my money on them. i try to reason with her but she continues to furiously berate me.

i later had a lucid dream in which i was able to exert control over the environment -- although i have lucid dreams quite regularly they are typically very short & i am not able to control anything... this dream was different. sadly, i don't recall it too well.
i was inside of a house. something about the environment tipped me off that it could be a dream, so i performed a reality check. it was successful, so i ran outside of the house (rubbing my hands to stabilize the dream -- i remember i looked at my hands once and they looked normal, which i've never experienced dream before) into an autumnal forest area with many elaborate fountains scattered around. the fountains were all turned off but i was able to will them to begin flowing. i felt an invigorating rush of power. this is the first time i've been able to change the environment in a LD and makes me optimistic for my dream control in the future.

7am-9:30 am

i am in an unfamiliar house with three teenage boys and an older woman. at one point i ask the woman what the boys think of me. she tells me i disgust them with my insecurity. i have a breakdown and begin crying. i think i might have to go to the mental hospital.

later i dream that i am playing sims 3. there is a new item, a box that your sim can crawl into. when you click on it there is an option to "enter the dread cave". i choose this option: my sim enters and does not come back. the scene then switches from observing a video game to being inside of a real life scene. the box has turned into a kennel and there is a small black dog here. i put the dog into the kennel but it escapes somehow. i talk with someone about this and we somehow make the dog want to be locked in the kennel.

#159 - 5:58AM - WILD

I am labeling this one as WILD though it could have been DILD. I debated on this but it's my thought process of wondering if its just heavy HI or a full dream that did it for me. Either way a LD is a LD who cares what the first two letters are.

I had high insomnia this time and my son kept waking me out of several nearly successful WILDs. So from about 4 to well after 5:30 it was just me going back and forth. I did have heavy SP about 4:15 but I heard my wife come back in the room and I knew that as soon as she hit the bed I would be jarred out of it. Sure enough. I sort of DEILDed back in SP by focusing on the back of my neck. The vibrations slowly started up like a car having engine trouble. Then I noticed my left arm was in an awkward position so I moved it and the vibrations died way down. It still didn't feel right so I risked losing it completely by rolling over. That did it. Done. Hhhmmm. Maybe it was REM atonia that second time since I as able to move. Anyway, the actual LD was really fun but I got really dumb and derped the hell out of it. Oh well, no TOTY this night.

I am walking across a familiar street. It looks like 20th and I'm heading toward the Price Cutter in my neighborhood. I see a classic Ford truck heading towards me and I stop in the middle of the lane as if to challenge the driver.



First I think, Is this HI or a full dream? I don't think I care. As the truck gets closer I think it will probably pass through me. Then, I have doubts and briefly worry that this might be real. I try to jump over the truck at the last minute but instead of clearing it my feet plant on the grill and I can clearly see a modern day Ford symbol on the front of the hood.

The driver never slows down and my feet are stuck to the grill. I am standing on it at an impossible 45 degree angle. I let out a "WHOOOOHOOOOO!" and decided to carjack this fool so I turn around and start beating on the windshield. I notice the reflection of an overcast sky on the smooth glass and notice the dim sun behind all the clouds. I peer inside past the reflection and see the driver looks a lot like Hershel from The Walking Dead.



He's yelling something and waving me away. Probably telling me to get the hell off his truck. I punch the glass to break it but it feels solid and only cracks a little. I punch again and again. I fell like my hand should hurt but it doesn't. I examine it and all seems fine. I decide to try it from a different angle and leap over the cab into the bed. I punch the back glass only to get the same effect. Then I realize I am doing all wrong. It's like phasing. The glass isn't there. I punch again and am surprised that the glass really is gone now. The only problem is that the opening is too small to fit through. I use my right hand and grab Hershel by his shirt and pull him back hard. I use my left hand and fumble around for the button to open the driver side door. Once I get it open I let go with my right hand and reach in with my left to yank him out of the truck. We're still moving pretty fast and Hershel eats asphalt. I don't bother looking back as I jump in and get behind the wheel.

Feeling triumphant, I shout and scream as loud as I can. "WOOOOOHOOOOO! HELL YEAH! HEEEEEEHEEEEEEE!" I punch the petal to the floor and go as fast as I can. I notice that I am now on a country road with lush green pasture land and no other cars. The green is so vivid and bright that its completely surreal. I enjoy the hell out of it.

Soon I notice some MODOT signs. But instead of the usual "Buckle up. MODOT cares" bullshit, I see numbers. One sign says 160 then another says 180. Is that my speed or the speed limit? I look down at the speedometer and the needle is well over 200mph. Funny. It doesn't look like I am going that fast.



Now I feel kind of bored and start thinking about tasks. I remember that I wanted to do the China TOTY but can't figure out how to get there. I feel trapped in this truck and start thinking way too hard how to change the dream. This where I feel so stupid. In the Angles Falls dream I drove there in a truck. In the Rome dream I created a wormhole. I thought of none of this.

My deep contemplation dissolves the dream and I have a false awakening. I look over to grab my Galaxy Player and DJ but I see Stella my cat is in the room next to the bed. The cats aren't supposed to be in the room so I reach over and slap her on the back. I immediately feel bad because I think I hit her really hard. I hear her take off running on the hardwood. I can hear her thumping around from one end of the house to the other and back in the room. Ok this is kind of ridiculous. I get suspicious and reach over to slap again. I don't hit anything but I pay close attention to my movement and the feel of it.

I'm still dreaming. I look over and see Rocky from work. He has a device in his hands and wants me to tell him how to enter a dream in his DJ. I look at it but the app is unfamiliar. Then I lose my vision. I try to walk him through it from memory but I realize I don't even know what I am saying. I give up and say, "I don't know, man. I am still dreaming." He goes away.

I roll over to my back. I feel weak and my body seems really heavy like gravity is too strong. I say out loud, "I am still dreaming. I can't do it." Remember the classic Ford. Don't forget the dream. Classic Ford. I worry that I will fall non-lucid and forget all of this. I wonder if I am talking in my sleep but realize I always wonder that. Still, I wait for my wife to move or wake up but nothing. I reach up in front of me and clap really hard. It feel numb. Then, for some reason, I wonder if I can summon my cat again. I think I can feel one of her front paws in my hand but it feels imagined more than summoned. I let go. I feel stuck in this dream and I really just want to make an entry in my DJ. It's all I can think about now.OK I want to wake up now and DJ

I roll over and with great effort I get up on one elbow. I have my GP in my hand but I can't see. I just need open my eyes but they wont open. I push the unlock button and put the GP up to my face to see if I can see at least some light. Nothing. I start to freak out a little now. I try to pry my eyes open with my fingers but its like I have eye lids but no opening. Its all one piece of loose flesh. I feel frantic now and I poke around noticing there is no eyeball at all.

"I am still dreaming." My voice sounds hoarse and sickly now. "I am still dreaming." I want to wake up. Jesus. Help me. A second later my physical eyes open.

I know I was confused and it was turning nightmarish but, Damn what a fool. I should have use the lucid time for something better than trying to DJ. I just always have a fear that I will forget the dream and it gets really distracting. I've go to learn to relax and not worry so much about that.

Total sleep time: 6+hrs

Dream recall method: key words;

Other: Weekends can be so loud, tried WBTB but woke up bf instead and he began walking around. To make it worse neighbours contributed with lots of noise, waking me abruptly, my last dream memory was completely erased.

HH: the melody of my toy when I was very young

Dream1: I was talking to a friend of my mom and her son. We then together dye eggs. I am supposed to help them, but I do it wrong. They tell me you have to put the eggs in boiling oil otherwise the paint won’t hold. What? Her son, who is about my age, comes to me and starts caressing my shoulder or something like that. I am not very at ease with this, although the feeling is nice. This is a somewhat awkward moment, I don’t look at him but instead try to think of a question to ask him to stop him from being so close to me, and his mom is watching this. This feels weird.

Dream2: was in deep sleep (3:00-3:30 hrs after falling asleep); some very enjoyable dream, but have no memory at all; just a feeling of happy elation

Dream3: Out of the darkness, I see some kind of music clip that begins to play, the sound is everywhere. It is a very pleasant music, relaxing, resonating everywhere. The video is very appealing to me as well, some wise Indian men in their city, their daily life, the camera travels in the city. I like it a lot, watching the video and listening to this nice music.

Then, I become part of the video and it is a tour of Honk Kong now, I see the skyscrapers. I am in some kind of bus and the inspector comes for my ticket. I start looking for it, but it is not in my pocket. While I do that some things of mine fall on the floor, the inspector picks them up. I finally find some kind of ticket and show him, he smiles and goes on his way.



[This is the closest style to the music I heard, the melody was different]

Fragment3: My dad was angry about something…My parents are there, I tell them I want to buy two plates for myself, very beautiful ones, but as I point them out the plates change shape and become bowls…My parents say no…I am disappointed.

Two work related fragments, one about my actual current job and one in a different job setting, both about database work:

In my actual current job I dreamed that I had taken over a task and the person requesting it changed to unreasonable expectation: wanted it done by a precise time every week, and this task required me to request DBA to run a script which I do not have access permission to run, and thus to mining was not in my control, and yet the expectation seemed to be that I would be responsible. Out of some reason in my dream this script had to be run manually and could not be automated to ensure precise timing. In my current job precise timing does not matter like that in waking life. The request seemed petty.

Another fragment this one from a job which I neither have nor have had yet, also required running a script with data administrator permissions, but in this dream I actually had the database permissions to run it. My boss assigned the task to me, and person requesting it wanted someone else to run it as routine and me just as backup. Why? Because this other person had routinely run such scripts before, whereas I had not. I argued that what's so hard about running a preprepared script: you open it up, and press Execute. Person requesting it: yes, but have you run such a script before? Me: No, because I have not had these permissions before, but I have run many other scripts, and it works the same way. Also even before I had the permissions I had full understanding of what such a script does just no permission to run it. I did not persuade the other person.

Side note: I just had two job interviews which did not result in job offers, and thus I continue my job search. Self confidence is essential to a successful job search, and I struggle with it at times.

Interpretation: Even though in both dreams the requestor is an external person, I think that in actuality what those dreams are about is myself having unreasonable expectations of myself and blaming myself and not having enough confidence in myself - being too hard on myself and not self-assured enough.

Interestingly enough every job search I ever had went like that, and I am not successful until I accept myself, and thus present myself in a way that others can accept as well. The question is just how quickly will that happen this time.

This was the night before the agents thing. As I fell asleep I was counting from 100 to 1, telling myself I would become lucid this night. Most likely I lost consciousness before counting 50 and I don't remember anything below 80-75 but that's where the power of this lies, you take the affirmations down with you as you fall asleep and switch to your dreaming brain.

In the first scene was in the waiting room to get on an airplane (seems weird but that's what I remember, although I don't remember any planes or destinations) and I only remember women. I was there for about 30 minutes I guess and I guess you can already guess what was going through my mind :lol: I didn't get it though.. The girls weren't willing :( Perhaps I wasn't aware of my dream strong enough to do whatever I want

The next scene I was in a shop. I don't know what I did there but as I got out I decided to try to put my thumb through my hand. 2nd or 3rd try it worked and I got excited. It bursted the clarity of the dream for a second but it didn't do much more. I don't know if I remember the task from the comptetion (#11) or from the stabilizition class but I put my hand through a wall, it worked. Then I went inside myself but then everything went black and I lost consciousness. I didn't wake up immediatly, I probably slept a couple of hours after that, at least it felt like that. Going through my hand or the wall didn't really feel like anything, as if they were just holograms.

Sweet dreams

I remember 3 dreams, one of them I didn't bother to write down, the other one I wrote down after sleeping for 1.5 hour and waking up again so it was reduced to fragments. After waking up from the extra 1.5 hour of sleep I remember this one. It's too exciting but it is for the competition points, here it goes:
We're in a pool outside. Not swimming, just sitting outside of the water. There is a black man and a sexy woman with me and also a kid. I think we were secret agents looking for some information or something on someone. Me and the woman went swimming (there is something here I forgot) and there was a line of grey/whitish stuff and I asked what it was, she said it was jelly, and that it lived there. I remember talking and asking around for the thing we were looking for but no details on that. When we got out of the water 3 or 4 people surrounded us and tried to intimidate/challenge us because the thing we were looking for was dangerous or something? Nothing happened here, I wasn't afraid because I was lucid and I could beat them up easily, they let us alone after about 10 seconds. In this dream I wasn't very aware that I was dreaming because I didn't dare to have my way with the woman.. I didn't think about doing an RC either, I was just kind of aware that it was dream. It was not particularly vivid or vague, I remember it like it would normally look like in real life. Only weird thing is that Ii don't remember seeing the faces of the woman and the black guy.

For those who read my previous DJ entry, that was my most exciting night in a long time (I'm talking about dreams here..) so don't be disappointed if the rest of the entries are boring.

Cheers

Forgot most of this dream:

Some man saying something about the need to discontinue something, maybe discontinue dream or discontinue game.

my crow was outside its open-air cage. I began to think what to do, but crow itself flew to the cage through the grating. I was very surprice and count fingers - six - i flew away and easy remembered what i should do the day after tomorrow in real life. Then i don't know why began to remember something important, but couldn't. darkness, false awaking.