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Been really out of commission, lately. Just busy, really. Still keeping notes on (most of) my dreams, so I'll have some updates to post, shortly. They wil probably be only notes, though, as I'm having less and less time to actually write out my dreams in detail. Just keeping ya posted!

Didn't sleep the greatest last night and I kept waking up, but I still remembered a few things.

Dream 1: The setting was possibly a cave-type place. There was something about a mission where one had to dress up as a girl and pretend to be distraught, until a monster or something heard you and dragged you away. In this case it was Harry Potter, I think.

Dream 2: Setting was my grandma's house or something like it. Me and a girl with long, darker hair, possibly Indian, were lying on blankets or something and talking. Either she was my moirail or she mentioned something about one. This part is a little blurry, but there was something about spawning or generating a creature, and how the one I got was named "Dogg", which apparently had been a name I had gotten in the past.

[Gap]

I was in my aunt's room? and there was a dark man there talking to me, and he held up a really small dried up/dead baby snake and was telling me how you have to take care of them or this happens, and I was thinking about how it was 5 A.M. and I was busy doing something important so I couldn't take care of that too.

Dream 3: Two? people are listening to Kankri and Karkat from Homestuck talk, and they're being sarcastic and joking, and they banter about something off-color, and one of the watchers turns to the other and concludes that Kankri must have done something inappropriate to Karkat? o_O

Fragment: I think this might have been apart of around the #2 dream: I spit a wad of gum out of my mouth and was picking pieces of it out of my teeth. (Side-note: Gum is one of the items in my memory palace, so it might have come from that.)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Good morning! Like my last post I'll start off with saying it's been ages ago since I last posted a dream. Have had a few short LD's which I couldn't be arsed to write down. Had many weird dreams last night but I didn't write any of them down. Will try to this week though because I'm up for "DJ Watch", here goes my LD though.

22.00: Sleep

05.20: Telekinesis MILD
I'm in a house and an old friend of mine is there. I know I'm dreaming so I ignore him when he's trying to talk to me. I make a CD levitate and hit him in the head with the flat end. I look away to see if I can still do telekinesis without looking. I can see the disc moving exactly like I want it to over his head and annoying the crap out of him, I do this without even moving my hands. "Hey Matte let's get out of here, I want to see how strong you've gotten" he says and I agree, it's time to show him I'm stronger for once. We head out on the lawn.

05.20: Wake up

Amount of sleep: 7½ hours

Supplements: None

That's it!

Keep on dreaming, HARE BRA!

Monday 3/18/13 bed around 1am -7am. Nap 10:45am-11:30am

Holy smokes, this was a good one. About 30 min of chaining. First WILD, rest a mix of WILDs a DEILDs + 1 lonely FA.

I was really torn between getting up and writing it down and between continuing, and that got reflected in FA in which I got up and wrote stuf up, only to ralize 5 min later in next DEILD that I didn't do it.

The entries were absolutely amazing. More energy oriented then ever before. Othere times I used to get up with my getting up or rolling out.

My mantra was "slow down, look around".

List is not in order of it happening.

Sensations:

1. Vibrations, which i managed to make stronger by thinking "energy, energy". Boy, did they ever got stronger. Incredible massage. All I could think of was how can anybody not like vibrations.

2. At least 4 times I got out by rocking my body lengthwise, from feet to head. Incredible real feeling. Once I continued the motion and started floating out like from my head. Once I got out by falling backward head first.

3. One exit when I realized I can feel the papers on the desk I was WILDing at (not there in WL) so I started touching papers and desk and saw my arms and got up.

4. One exit - I kneeled on some stairs (like for older pets to be able to hop on bed) and tilted my head forward and down to get the falling feeling.


LDs:

1. I'm walking through one story house in tropical spanish style. (watching too much House Hunters international IWL). Lots of big, bright rooms. Come to the patio with huge flower pot with big leaf plant (like a banana tree) in shape of a casket. I'm about to freak out but I don't alow myself to do that. Instead I think "no, that's not it, just a flower pot".

2. I'm sitting with mom and I'm writing something. She doesn't like that so I ask her if I should rather carve it into my arm. She likes that even less. I pick a ballpoint pen and "carve" write 4 - 4inch letters on my left inside forarm. The ink is not sticking everywhere. Mom comes back with a first aid kit.

3. In one of them I remembered the "slow down, look around" mantra and actually looked around 360 degrees around me. I usually never look around, just move forward.

Added 4. On two occasion, I was blind and thought about wiping my eyes clean, but then decided to do it the easy way and take off my sunglasses instead. I think this happened after exit by falling sensation, not by getting up. If that's so, that's great, because I don't remember having success with this type of entry before.

Added 5. On one occasion I counted my fingers. Left hand had more than 5 fingers, and they looked dirty.

On both occasions it got brighter. In one LD I started to see a wall infront of me. It was grey and textured. I normally don't like going to places I don't where I'm going, but said to myself to stop being a chicken and something nice will be there.

So I went through the wall pushing it away with botm my hands, as you would push away spiderwebs in your way.

Man, I hope I remember more. I'm so stoked. They were all short, most of the time just a few seconds, but I had such a good time.

So after almost all this, I thought it's over, so I changed position but got vibrations again and was thrilled about it. Then I said I need to get up now if I want to remember any of this but got weak vibes again.

Total sleep: 5 hours
Daytime Techniques: Some self-awareness
Techniques to get Lucid: DILD
Recall Techniques: DJ
Fell Asleep: Don’t know

Dream Title: What would Jack Sparrow do?
Dream:

Went to sleep wishing someone would just tell me when I was dreaming. Wasn’t expecting this XD

I am running through a white tunnel that has flashing lights on it, somewhat like an electric wire or like I’m in the internet? In front of me is a man, dressed in green but he also looks like a mixture between Robin Hood and a Viking.

“YOU’RE DREAMING!”

“I KNOW!”

“I’M GOING TO SAY IT AGAIN BECAUSE PEOPLE NEVER LISTEN!”

“I KNOW I’M DREAMING………………………………………”

“YOU’RE DREAMING!”

“Whatever. I’m going to do dream stuff. Bye.”

“Wait! They’re chasing us! We have to go!”

At this point I am still lucid but I lose control as I go along with him as I watch the dream play out. He leads me to a laptop which has a lot of wires going into the wall. I am supposed to be downloading data from Minecraft. Suddenly, he says “data” in an American accent, which I find hilarious and so I start laughing. I am cut off by the ringing of a telephone, and find that I have one in my hand. It’s an old fashioned type phone, and when I pick it up a girl answers.

“Find the book!”

“Huh?” Looking down I see a slim book in my hands. It had a hard, dark green cover on the front, and the sides of the pages are painted blue. I describe it to her, and she confirms it is the right book.

“They’re back!” Screams the guy and he starts to run again. I get outside and he is nowhere to be seen. Now, I seem to be standing on a deck, looking out onto the ocean. Behind me is the wall of a building and from around the corner come pirates running. I know I have to do something and fast so I think – What would Jack Sparrow do? I turn around and Scooby Doo (The one from the mystery gang, you know) is stood on a pole. He begins to hum the pirates of the Caribbean theme tune (I swear this happens so much) and I quickly run over the tops of barrels in a Jack Sparrow drunken way. I jump into the air and land of Scooby’s back, pushing the pole down. The pirates fall down a hole in the ground and out of the sea a pirate ship launches out, does a flip in the air and then lands and continues to sail along.

Suddenly I am in the water with the whole mystery gang are with me. There is a storm, and we are trying to swim for the pirate ship from earlier, that has now turned into a cruise ship. Because I was the nest swimmer, I was in charge apparently. Also, one of them was talking about becoming a whore when she got on the cruise ship, and another one said “You’ll need a lot of make-up for that”. LOL

I wake up in the study that used to be my brother’s old room, and I wonder why I am laying on the floor. Sitting up, I see that the time is 9.42am. I’m late for school! Quickly, I get my things together that are on the floor. I am searching through my books when I see the green and blue book from before.

“I’m not even awake right now am I?” I groan to myself.

I race outside to Florida and I stop outside a villa that is apparently my Aunt’s. I run inside, intending to find the girl that called me. There is a party going on, but I ignore everyone and run upstairs. Just as I do that, I wake up.

Awake: 6.42am
Vividness: (scale of 1-15, 10 is waking life vividness) 9/1
Awareness: (1-10; or lucid) 10/10
Length: (how long it felt like) 10 minutes
Emotions: I was like WTF! When I found the book on the floor
Dream Signs/TAGS: pirates, green and blue book, theme tune, internet, the mystery gang.

Dream 1(fragment):

At one point in dream i was in some techno-city and later in dream i returned to it again. I was at rooftops/treetops(apparently it had huge trees despite being mostly technological) and there was library of some kind, also on the top of one building nearby there was very bright yellow sun-like sphere. I was buying some supply stuff and crates from random vendors using crowns(Ingame money from Spiral Knights game) for some reason, then later i was checking some places in this city, in particular i recall one area with bushes where one small friendly dragon was trapped by a few enemies, i used some mass area of effect fire attack to destroy enemies while not hurting the dragon, because i knew that he's invulnerable to it, and also i knew that in other places many people didn't cared to use right element. Then a large group of miniature foxes jumped out of nearby bush and were all over me, and after a few seconds they combined together into a normal sized fox.
Also it worth mentioning that when i was recalling this dream, i got this feeling that i have dreamt about this particular city before.

Dream 2(fragment):

I was in some area where parts of the area were built using big wooden boxes, i was searching for the place where group will not be noticed by enemy then i found some enclosed area and called group there and we were discussing something.

I was outside at this building as a lot of alumni from my school were coming back from college to participate in a race. We all start and I'm running behind two other people towards a water park place across this open space. We get there and start running up steps. I jump onto a slide but then realize it's not the right way to go for the race but the life guard already sends me down so I'm not really in the race anymore. I run back across the open space to see the winner who is some skeleton character mumbling things at me. I walk to my right to see old coat racks of used clothing from some place like goodwill. I browse through and then see my friend Erik there. We exchange some sentences about how they are great bargains.

I was having a pretty hard time getting away from that haunting home. I do not remember making it out. The first thing I remember was walking towards the home bathroom down the hall. It was a lonely and quiet night, I was the only one there at the time.

I walked in to the bathroom and was scared at this point, I knew there was no way I could stand another night sleeping here. I would sometimes have to enter my dreams in this dream and find materials that I'd need to use in the first dream to get away from the demons. But even that was scary. I was determined to get the hell out of this place, even if I had to face something scarier.

I walked back to my room down the hall and heard voices coming from around the home. I also had an intense feeling of fear. I could not know what the voices were saying nor do I remember seeing anything paranormal in the house, to me it felt like it was a nightmare while I was dreaming.

My father walks in to the bedroom and wonders where the voices are coming from. He slowly walks over to the front window of my bedroom(the front house window) and opens the binds all the way open. I could see the outside perfectly from where I was standing. There was nothing there though. I only saw the front yard and the very dark street in front of it.

By that time I had already told my father that there was ghosts in this house and I just wanted to move somewhere else. He didn't talk to me about it. He was more worried about how much money it's going to cost trying to get a new home. I was hopeless by now and sooner or later, the voices moved towards me.

I felt hands in front of me, invisible hands. They were my sisters'. I could hear her voice, she's trying her best to talk to me and convince me that she is indeed my sister and that this house is not haunted. I was the only one being haunted...

I may be zeroing in on an approach to WILD that works for me. I had my second successful WILD due to this approach. It uses a combination of a few established techniques that work synergistically to maximize chances of success:

1) DEILD: before falling asleep at night, repeat mantra to wake up and not move, while visualizing the same.
2) WBTB: Wake up after 6 hrs of sleep to use the restroom and have a drink.
3) Anchor: Rapid cycles timed to the breath keep me awake.
4) FFA: Forced falling asleep to sink deeper towards sleep

Last night I went to bed earlier than usual and as a result I woke up several times throughout the night. Every time I woke up I would perform a reality check and once I was certain it wasn't a false-awakening I would lie on my back and start cycles. The cycles are the same as the SSILD cycles (vision, then hearing, then physical body sensations) but each sense is only focused on for the duration of one breath. This gets you into a rhythm which eventually becomes automatic. At this point I would normally fall asleep since the automatic nature of the action would make me lose interest, until I discovered the adjustment outlined below:

1) Start cycles with strong intent and focused attention. Every few cycles throw in FFA for two or three breaths, just to create a faster but controlled descent towards sleep.
2) After a little while the cycles become easy to do and feel largely automatic.
3) At this point switch your attention from the cycles to observing yourself doing the cycles. You are passively watching yourself doing the cycles and watching for the moment when your mind wanders. This is a subtle transition, if you don't understand this subtle difference in mental action this might not be for you.
4) As you continue to do cycles you will feel your mind grow muddier and more confused, as you flirt with unconsciousness. This is a delicate balance. The only way to proceed here is to learn from failure. You need to get familiar with the very specific sensation of losing consciousness but retaining a tiny thread of awareness.

Getting back to last night, I noticed that as my mind drifted away visuals started to appear. If I "noticed" these visuals they would disappear again, because paying attention to them caused my mind to "wake up" slightly, setting back the process. When that happened I would just calmly resume drifting deeper, each time getting slightly deeper. Eventually I had a complete lapse in consciousness and when I came to I was walking down a green-carpeted hallway in an old apartment building. I immediately knew I was dreaming and started crawling around, feeling the floor and staring at the details to deepen the dream.

It turned into a nightmare after that, but because I was lucid I just observed the disturbing events without losing self-control or getting scared. It was unpleasant but definitely exciting and I do not regret having the experience.


I will continue to work with this method and if successful I will create a thread in the forum. I think my approach has some details that are missing from the other techniques posted there.

took:
- no 5-HTP before going to sleep
- no galantamine + choline
- no Piracetam when I got up
lucid dreaming: 1 lucid experiences
note:
very high ZQ score 112, that's a lot of sleep

I was at poker last night and I had quite a lot to drink. I didn't dream (that I remember), but I did win poker. Both the league game and the cash game.

Another dream fragment again on dreams:

This was a dream about a DV thread. I think I started it. I don't remember exactly what it was about,but I remember it involved the number 3, and blackbirdrising in my dream interpreted the number 3 to mean complete, done.

I woke up, and almost managed to persuade myself to not write this down again.Grrr!

I think this is my last dream for the night. Is it my third? No, it's only the second one I can remember.

my dream recall is going bad and is making me have a ld dry spell. i have not been making detailed personal dj entries. i havnt had the time to but im going to have to find the time. im going to start with writing key points of my dreams and draw a picture too and when ever i can put more details into it. wish me luck on the recovery of my dream recall and to get past this dry spell.

I am trying an iPhone app Smart Alarm,which works by Laing my iPhone on my pillow and it detects vibrations and deduces from that my sleep cycle stages!

In my sleep I dreamed that for this app to be effective I needed to give it a name. And not like Smart Alarm, but my own pet name, a nickname. A name to give it power, A name to give me power over it. I wonder whether it's the old magic concept: if you know someone's name, you can use that to overpower them.

There was a dream before this one but I don't really remember it. I'm traversing the highest part of a vast, sprawling city in the quietest part of the night, swinging, leaping, running. I get so carried away that I forget where I'm going. I stop, thinking I've gone too far, and that now I'm a section of the city that I don't recognize.
I stare down at the street corner. It has a lonely, deserted feel. The building is curved to match the street corner, and there's a wide band of red neon flickering hectically. Just beyond that is an abandoned bank. The IBC sign hangs down over the street, it used to be a neon sign as well, all the letters overlap. The longer I look at it the more familiar it seems.
I drop down to the street and into another persona. I'm a cop, I've tracked two young men here. They've gone on a crime spree across every sector of the city. The last being the murder of a city official and taking the official's wife Becka as a hostage. They seemed frantic, terrified. Like birds startled into flight, they fled and settled here. I creep inside the building. It's tiny. Just a front desk hugging the right-hand wall and a couple of glass-walled offices. They have broken the last glass panel and are inside the office. The lights flicker. The walls are a warm cream color, the glass framing dark bronze.
For a second I think I see a fox-like red dog dusted with shattered glass, delicately stepping over the shards, trying not to damage her paws. She looks at me for a moment. Then It's Becka, the red-headed official's wife, looking at me. Like a moron she steals the element of surprise from me. She sees the gun in my hand and pleads loudly for me not to kill her.
I lower my weapon and approach the room. Inside two young men, brothers, are setting up a camera. They are both dark haired and blue eyed, wearing navy t-shirts. One is in the middle of a hysterical tirade. Neither of them seem to concerned about my presence.
"They're everywhere--we can't be certain who has been taken." He sets up a tripod and tosses a length of cable to his brother.
"I'm only concerned about your hostage..." I break in. They glance at me.
"She's not a hostage! Once we showed her her husbands true face, she came with us willingly."
I look at the tall red-headed woman trying to figure out of they're telling the truth, but I can only see her profile. I frown a little.
"What do you mean?"
"They've been staging a silent take over for a while now. Fae demons who wear the skins of men, ghosts possessing our families!" The young man says, I glance at his brother. His brother rolls his eyes, I know that the other brother is the only believer here. He notices me looking and schools his face into passivity. "We'll open the door, and show everyone their plan. Is the Key ready?"
"Yeah Bran--"
"Such fools." Becka says quietly. For a second I think she's talking about people in general. "Did you really think you'd get away with this?"
My realization is quick, how perfectly she infiltrated their little group. They go on their crime spree, seem to take a hostage, and all the while she's planning to murder them. Who would question a captive killing her captors? She wouldn't even have to break her cover as the Official's wife. As I look at her, her eyes change from dark brown to...glass filled with white mist and curlings of blue-gray smoke. Over Bran's shoulder I see that the portal is open. There's a dark green square of land with a group of tall fae women.

I'm standing in a weathered-wood pig pen. The gate is even open. On a raised platform to my back, the tall fae women sit on elegant stools and chairs. They lounge there, waiting. They're all dressed in long gowns with elaborate jewelry. They are not really concerned with restraining me. I walk through the open gate, feigning a casual stroll. I check the back of my belt for the small knife I usually keep there. It's missing, of course. One of them laughs derisively, "Humans."
"Becka" is standing all the way on the other side of the square of land, there's a fence and wheat reaching a few feet taller than even her. There's a stirring in the wheat. She frowns at it.
"Boys got away, did they?" I ask no one in particular.
"Not for long, I'm afraid." A woman answers.
Becka turns back toward, out of the corner of my eye I see someone duck under the fence next to me, into another patch of cultivated land. I walk slowly, very conspicuously, toward it.
"Look, she's trying to escape." Someone says mirthfully. It's probably a good thing that they underestimate me. I break for the fence, but I can't climb over the top. They've set up chicken wire in a cage over the area. Becka runs at me bears me to the ground. I struggle wildly, wiggle free enough to kick her hard in the shoulder. I scramble under the lowest bar of the fence and as I'm regaining my feet her hand swipes at my ankle. I dance away into a run. There isn't much room in here. There's only a foot and a half between the rows of a vine with dark glossy spear-head leaves and bright red flowers. They grow up into the chicken-wire cage and around, then down again into the earth. I can feel her right behind me, I dodge around a corner as she makes a grab for my shirt.
I can't believe how fast I'm moving, but she's keeping pace with me, I can't seem to shake her. I take a right, feeling leaves slap my face. I turn again, hitting the dividing rail hard, squeezing into the space between the last row of vines and a low wall with a galvanized metal planter with new plants in them.
I hear her curse behind me. I'm a small woman, I don't have trouble running here. Becka is built a lot larger, wide at the shoulders. I smile a little. I can see the corner of the plant cage from here. It's just a matter of finding a gap I can climb through. I run to the corner, I know she's moved back into the adjacent row. I'm turning right and see my way out. As I reach it she knocks me to the ground. She pulls my knife from behind her back, on her downward stab I somehow smack it from her hand. It hits the dirt. I scramble toward it. She grabs it before I can.
There's a sort of galvanized trap door. On the hood is the knife Denna from The Name of the Wind carries, a thin sharp blade with leather wrapped around one end. It glitters in the light. I wonder if Becka has noticed it. I dearly hope not, I would love to use it. I look at the knife hungrily, almost.
There's loud crash and she looks over her shoulder, startled. I use the distraction to crawl through the trap door.

I've lost my pursuers in a crowd. The building feels somewhere between a mall and a university. I insinuate myself into a group. I notice a weird shop, with a yellow neon sign. I hear a girl saying that she might need to stop in there to have her skin tightened.
"They sell skin tightening here?" I ask, intrigued.
We reach an arched ramp, and at the bottom I can see the last door that will take me to freedom. She tells me about it and I turn around to go look at the shop. Then I wonder what the hell I'm doing and why I would even need skin tightening. I turn back to the ramp. Near the door, standing guard is Brienne of Tarth, looking like the actress who plays her on Game of Thrones. She's sitting in a chair, one leg extended, arms crossed over her chest. Her bare arms, neck and side of her face have angular designs in faded woad. I hesitate. I know that she would joylessly take me in, since it was her duty to follow the orders of the Fae queen. Even if she didn't want to. She is looking away, now's my chance.
I hurry past her, my hands are on the bar of the glass door---
I wake up.