can't post anywhere. I have been trying fore houres. looks like i can only post in my dream journal. Oh ... bugger it. It is less than 10% of the book so here is the interview: Page 17 Question (Q1): What are enzymes? Dr. Edward Howell Enzymes are substances which make life possible. They are needed for every chemical reaction that occurs in our body. Without enzymes, no activity at all would take place. Neither vitamins, minerals or hormones can do any work without enzymes. Think of it this way: Enzymes are the "labor force that builds your body just like construction workers are the labor force that builds your house. You may have all the necessary building materials and lumber, but to build a house you need workers, which represent the vital life elements. Similarly, you may have all the nutrients - vitamina, proteins, minerals, etc., for your body, but you still need the enzymes - the life element - to keep the body alive and well. Q2: Are enzymes then just like chemical catalysys which speed up various reactions? Dr. Edward Howell: No. Enzymes are much more than catalysts. Catalysts are only inert substances. They possess none of the life energy we find in enzymes. For instance, enzymes give off a kind of radiation when they work. That is not true of catalysts. In addition, although enzymes contain proteins - and some vitamins - the activity factor of enzymes has never been synthesized. Moreover, there is no combination of proteins or any combination of amino acids or any other substance which will give enzyme activity. There are proteins present in enzymes. However, they serve only as carriers of the enzyme activity factors. Therefore, we can say that enzymes consist of protien carriers charged with energy factors just as a battery consists of metallic plates charged with electrical energy. page 18 (Q3): Where do the enzymes in our bodies come from? Dr. Edward Howell: It seems we inherit a certain enzyme potential at birth. This limited supply of activity factors of life force must last us a lifetime. It's just as if you inherited a certain amount of money. If the movement is all one way - all spending and no income you will run out of money. Likewise, the faster you use up your supply of enzyme activity, the quicker you will run out. Experiments at various universities have shown that, regardless of the species, the faster the metabolic rate, the shorter the life-span. Other things being equal, you live as long as your body has enzyme activity factors to make enzymes from. When it gets to the point that you can't make certain enzymes, then your life ends. (Q4): later.
So this is based in my house and the scene is repeated usually in my room, so my mum has a a husband but she doesn't have one in real life, so my sort of step dad has these two assistants who visit my room every night and to steal stuff from my room, nothing else and I'm always scared of them even though they never hurt of me. When these two men open the door they point a flashlight at me everytime to see if I'm asleep, usually I wake up when they do that but one time I woke up and they were in my room already. They visited me twice in the dream. the first time they opened the door I said "Eh" I struggled to say it cause I felt like my body was paraliyzed and really tired, they closed the door immedietly. I then told my mum to tell my stepdad to get them the hell out cause they've been doing that ever since the stepdad arrived (never managed to steal anything) She believed in me but then my stepdad didn't, he told me I just wanted attention and the reason I wanted attention was because I was a slut (I AM NOT!) The next day they came back like most of the time, pointed the flashlight at me again but this time I felt paralyzed, tired and sick. I couldn't speak I just watched them walk around me room nothing else. I would wake up really scared and I almost had a panic attack when I saw my bedroom door was wide open but then I realized my cat was on my bed so it was him.
NOTE: I've been doing 9 purif breathing almost every night this week, except once when I was too tired. Then I did some reverse RC/ADA, but I can barely do it every hour. Will continue for another week. I also do zhine meditation focusing on the breath, but I can barely do so without my mind jumping to dozens of other thoughts. 6:10 a.m. A red scorpion with a jeweled yellow crown. Running away from a demon, which does not react to banishing techniques we know. There's a book that might be available in a moving bookstore. I or someone else said that we've looked through a lot of bookstores already, but it's worth a try. The book is available. The price should be around 400 or 450 pesos, but the vendor changed it to 1000 or 2000. I declined, then he started to move his mobile bookstore away. I or something else killed him. I vaguely remember throwing the mobile bookstore into bits. Something fell off the sky and trashed the dilapidated bookstore. I think the book has something we can use against the demon. I recall seeing my crush (B.Sasdfasdf), but not sure what happened. An escape. 9:35 a.m. Running or escaping. Going up and down a building. There's a way to go up or down. An elevator and a zip line.
A subdivision of sorts. There's a race of robots or something that became human, and some turned into animals. some are talking about losing pride for turning into animals, but some think that humans are not any better than animals. There are those who look at the mortal humans as dangerous or something to be wiped out. The human leader of the particular subdivision is a strong, old woman who gives wise counsel. The robot-turned-humans wanted a place to live in, and was thinking of eliminating the humans there. The wise old woman appeared and suggested they extend the subdivision, so it will benefit all. They will have to restructure, which means a lot of people, including the old woman, will be displaced, but they'll make temporary shelters until the renovations are complete.
A kingdom. We aim to protect it. Various knights. Animals. We have to talk to them, not fight them. On the map. Collecting the 9k+ from each knight on the map. Some are being killed?
A red stone that cancels vampirism. It eats whatever makes the person a vampire.
I had 2 LD before joining DreamViews. Last night i was thinking alot about being lucid, tryed to tell to my head that i will have lucid dream tonight and thought about it before going to bed. I have started doing RC's but it was like 2nd day doing it and it wasn't regular. But as i know now, it was enought to trigger my LD! I just tryed to look at watch and somehow i couldn't, then quickly check other watch and it was something unnatural, so i got that shock to my body and light on me ( i don't know if you feel the same then you're starting to be lucid ). I felt very happy and was so exited!! I mean really exited!! So i almost woke up, i almost felt my body moving in real world and i quickly closed my eyes and said to me "RELAX!!!" and it really got to steady dream I was in my room, i tryed to create objects i closed my eyes and thought about object i opened up my eyes and it wasnt there, tryed a few times and no effect. And i think i just woke up. After i woke up i felt asleep again, but it was normal dream and not lucid...
At home in WV outside in driveways. Nick R. and Shawn H. show up. Talk to Shawn about being a cop. Nick is in trouble charged with murder. He came to me in desperation. All I could give him was sympathy and love. He was wearing a borrowed black waiters uniform for his court appearance. Something about guns. Charges were dropped and he would be free. We were walking in my neighborhood and I couldn't find something (almost lucid) then I turned and Shawn was now a zombie. Nick and I ran back to my house. Somehow the dream shifted and I am alone looking across a country club golf course. I walk across to go to this store to get a gift for a small boy (who?) while I'm there I start singing with an older lady in the store. We want to get together later, so I am giving her my number - and can't write the number correctly - should trigger lucidity - it did briefly, but woke up. At some point I was taking care of some little boys - not sure why, who or how.
12/14/2012 11:30pm I am at a party in a large warehouse and people are dancing. It still a pretty big room but small by comparison. There are disco lights and smoke. There are several groups between me and my girlfriend who I see dancing and having a good time. I am extremely tired and because of the setting I started to feel drunk like I haven't been in a long time. Next to me is a really cute girl dancing and she starts to flirt with me. I'm too tired to participate and besides I have a girlfriend. I lean up against the wall. I close my eyes and start to slide down the wall till I am lying on the floor. I didn't want my girlfriend to see me drunk but still was wishing she would come take care of me. I fall asleep for a bit. When I wake up the lights are out and everyone had gone to sleep where they were. A giant quilt covered the whole room and only the people along the wall could pop their heads out. Most had paired up but nothing sexy had gone on. I wondered why my girlfriend hadn't laid down next to me. Instead, the flirt was next to me and she was playing with my hair and starting to cuddle up. I was way to tired to move and so I let her do her thing. Our legs were touching when I sat up to see where my girlfriend was. I couldn't see here but thought that she was probably one of the lumps under the quilt about 15' away where she had been dancing. Still exhausted I plop back down to the floor. The flirt plays with my hair some more and then I hear my girlfriends voice saying something along the lines of "WTF...what is going on here.. you letting her..."...I don't have an explanation. I'm to tired to give an explanation. Being as tired as I was would have worked but I was to tired to even think of that. For those few moments my GF was pissed but then she became totally unconcerned. Apparently she had been loving the huge climbing wall in the next room and was climbing alone while everyone slept. The flirt and I followed her there as she put on fall protection and a hard hat (like I have at work). The climbing wall covered every wall of this part of the warehouse and extended across the ceiling. There was also metal scaffolding and walkways above the middle of the floor. I felt concerned that my GF had been climbing without someone to watch her. Trying not to sound too bossy I ask her not to climb by herself because it is dangerous. I say something about needing to go home but GF says that we don't exactly have one of these at home and wants to keep climbing. As the dream fades I see more of what is in the warehouse. There is heavy industrial extrusion dies with eye hooks on them. Climbing rope and chains are run though the eye hooks...............Wake up
11/08/2012 11:30pm The first part was like watching a tv show. A teenage girl (from the Disney channel I think) was having a bad dream. I think people and things were disappearing. Soon enough she realizes that she is dreaming. She starts yelling at the top of her lungs "Wake up, wake up, wake up!!!!" The way she shouted reminds me of Dawn's tantrums from the show "Buffy the Vampire Slayer". She sits up in bed and realizes that she just had a false awakening. We do a reality check and I become lucid. I feel extremely tired and sit up in bed. Not thinking to anchor my dream I try to change the lighting by waving my hands around. Faint, glowy, swirls appear in my bedroom but nothing more as would be expected. Still very tired I feel myself start to wake up. I see a blue dot appear on my wall and I think it might be my real life clock. I closed my eyes tight and count..."one one thousand, two one thousand....." The dream stabilizes and and despite my exhaustion I get up and walk toward the door that leads outside my home. I was hoping for the scene to change into a beautiful landscape. The room is very different now. Instead of a queen size bed in the middle of one wall, I get off of a twin size bed in the corner. I see my girlfriend sleeping on a futon mattress near the door but I keep walking..slowly because I am still so tired. I finally reach the door but as I reach for the knob a creature runs along the wall across the door and of down the other wall. It scared me at first but I knew that I was dreaming and caught a glimpse of it as it passed. It was only a dream tabby cat running on the wall. After that there were big puppies everywhere around my feet and on the ceiling. They curled up against my legs and I grabbed an adorable pup off the wall. I brought it in to let it lick my face but it was dark and I couldn't see its face... perhaps I was holding it backwards..........Wake up.
Narration Dream I was with a group of people who wanted to go out and hunt monsters and other creatures for experience. So I agreed to accompany them. Our group consisted of two young women, maybe about 19-21 years old, and another guy whom I never got a good look at. Only one of the girls had brownish-blonde hair, quite similar to my own. When we exited whatever building I was just in the three people I met began chatting about which class of hunter they wanted to be. Puzzled, I just listened to them for a few seconds. All of a sudden I saw four figures in front of me with words above and below them...one of them looks like me. Then I realize...IT IS ME!!! I'm allowed to choose whether or not I want to carry a sword or shoot arrows with a bow, or if I'd rather hold a staff and cast magic. Weird that this is occurring. So I chose to be an archer, which for some reason upset the girls with the sandy brown hair. She began cursing at me and telling me to give her my bow, but all of a sudden we appeared on a dirt path, and everyone except myself, began attacking these odd figures that I couldn't really make out. So, I tried shooting an arrow, but nothing would work right! I put my left hand on the bow, loaded an arrow, and pulled the string..but then my hand would move through the bow like it wasn't even there. I tried again, and same thing, but upon releasing the string the arrow would shoot, and the bow would return to my left hand!? My arrow didn't go far, but I got the chance to shoot 3 arrows. Not sure why I even had that dream :/ I don't play many games, and when I do I get bored of them relatively fast. But it kind of seemed like I was in the middle of a thought that wasn't finished. Maybe there's something my sub-conscience is trying to tell me? Or maybe It's about a story I'm writing, and if I don't finish it won't look right and things will act up. I have no idea. I'm open to any thoughts, though. Dream two: I was sitting at a table inside a building that kind of resembled a coffee shop, but at the same time looked like a library. Could have a bookstore with a coffee shop in it. I was leaning back in the chair with my knees bent and pressed against the table to keep the chair leaning back. I was on a clean page in my sketchbook and I began the usual drawing process when it comes to how I draw people. I began with a circle, drew a line down the middle, and then drew a couple lines to form the jaw/chin. This time, I noticed that the lines were cleaner than normal, and I liked the feeling I was getting. I heard something in the background like someone was talking to me, maybe a woman or a guy talking to a woman, but I'm not certain. I look up for a split second and then look down at my paper. I've no got the neck and the shoulders drawn for my character, but the head is tilted to the left. I can see faint cylinders on the page for the sections of the arms, but I can't make out the post too well. All I can think about is how much I don't like it, and begin erasing, but the face is untouched by my eraser. I like it too much to erase the basic shapes of this unknown character. Again, I don't know why I had this dream either. I draw a lot, of course, but I think this is the first time I've had a dream about drawing. Even though this made up piece of artwork was in the very beginning stage of planning I can only remember the face and the basic shapes. Maybe I'll try to redraw it, and see what happens.
Cat Surgery I walk into the basement to find an unfamiliar young man sitting with some of my parents. He's holding one of our pet cats, while my dad holds the other. [IRL: The other cat died, actually, about a year ago.] The other cat (a white one) gets away from dad, so I go after it. Evidently something is being done to the cats which they don't like, but which is good for them. Eventually I find the white cat and bring it back downstairs. Now the stranger is sawing off the cat's front paw with a hacksaw. My parents assure me that this is a necessary surgery, since the cats' paws never healed right from that time they fell from a great height. I remember that event; it was somehow my fault. [IRL: No such thing has ever happened.] Despite my parents' assurances, I still think that this operation will probably kill the cats. Which is a real shame, because I think this first cat in particular had a long, eventful life ahead of him, in spite of his limp. The man finishes with the first cat, and we give him the second one. Later, the first cat jumps up onto the couch next to me. I'm shocked to see that he has both front paws back already, and they don't seem to be paining him at all. Do cats have some kind of regenerative ability? Manual Roller Coaster Right up ahead, my sisters and I see the entrance of a big covered slide. We dive right in; I'm last. It's a sort of man-powered roller coaster: the idea is to crawl through as quickly as possible. Visibility isn't so good, so sometimes a sharp curve will take you off guard. Then suddenly I reach a long downward segment that I can just slide straight down. This is a blast! A bit later, I accidentally run into my sisters, who apparently just ran into each other. The youngest one apparently tripped because of an unusually long, sharp turn (something like 720 degrees), and then we all crashed right into her. Still, we extricate ourselves in moments and continue the ride. At the end of the ride, there are a bunch of computers. You can type in your identification and it will tell you how long it took you to go through the ride, and how you compare to that day's other participants. I got 611th, which I think isn't too bad. Then I talk to my sisters, and it turns out the youngest one got 609th. I hadn't expected her to do better than I did! I'm a bit put out, but good for her anyway. Exclusive Buffet I'm eating dinner with some classmates at a big restaurant. We're having an important conversation, when suddenly someone comes out on the stage at one side of the room. The person talking to me has his back to the stage, so I try to shush him so I can hear what the woman on stage has to say. I realize I seem a bit rude, but surely he'll understand. A few other actors come onstage, and they start performing a play. I have only a moment to feel surprised before a bulky, intimidating man comes up to our table and starts taking away our plates, whether or not we're done with them. "I'm sorry," he says firmly, "we're closing now unless you're part of the club." He has a bit of an accent. I remember that this place serves a buffet until 8:00, when the actual fancy dinner starts. You have to pay extra to be part of that, or something. And now it's 8:00, so we have to go. On the way out, some of my classmates snag something from the dessert station at the buffet. That's a little rude of them, since technically we're not allowed to eat anything from here anymore. Good thing I got my dessert earlier. Outside on the sidewalk, I hear some other classmates complaining about not having eaten a full dinner because there was nothing good at the buffet. I'm glad I avoided that problem by eating plenty, even if the food was pretty unremarkable. First Day of Classes (LUCID) I get up later than usual and hurry to find breakfast. I pass one of the dormitory suites, where apparently someone has set up a small continental breakfast. Interesting, to see such a business here. I get some food there. Then it's time to find my first class. A lot of time has passed, so when I go back into the hallway, I see a gigantic line of people coming out of the suite's main entrance. It goes all the way down the hallway and down a staircase. I'm glad I missed the line, but suddenly I realize that so many people in line means these are probably the people who get breakfast immediately before heading to class. So I have very little time to collect my things and find my class. I hurry down the staircase, trying not to jostle the line of people too much. [about 6 classes later . . .] My next class is titled something like "Practice Session." My guess would be that that refers to a free slot for me to practice my instrument, but that doesn't make much sense, since I'm not a music major and this is not a conservatory. But in any case, I have to find the classroom, which is called the MUSIC room, appropriately enough. But the name "MUSIC" is actually some kind of alphabetical index of where to find the class. Like, I need to find floor M, then hallway U, etc. I suppose the music department thought they were very clever when they designed this room numbering scheme. I'm hurrying down a surprisingly dark corridor, feeling rather lost. I think I'm on the right floor, but I can't find "U" anywhere. Suddenly, I come upon a library, where my orchestra conductor is talking to some of her students. Well, it's good to find other live people here, but I don't really want to talk to her right now, so I avoid them. Consulting my class schedule again, I realize that my next class isn't even in the MUSIC room. I've had about three other classes in there today, but this one is somewhere else. That's a relief, until I realize that the room shouldn't just disappear if I don't happen to have a class in it right now. But I don't have time to worry about that; I have to find this other place. It strikes me that today has been an inauspicious first day of classes. I had been hoping that after last quarter (which was very stressful) I would have learned something about avoiding stress and staying calm--but alas, it seems like I have not. Especially since I seem to remember that I skipped most of one of my classes this morning because I had to finish an essay that was technically due last quarter. My map has a sort of sticker on it, labeled with the name of the place I'm looking for, but it's way out in the middle of nowhere, and the map doesn't show any route to get there. I'm not convinced that's the right place, so I wander around some more. Then I realize I'm just pretending that it's not the place because it's much farther away than I expected. I should just suck it up and go there, even if it will take a while. Looking at the syllabus for this class (which is a small, staple-bound book with a brown cover), I notice that there's even some advice printed on the back cover: the professor says we should leave for his class within ten seconds of the end of the previous class if we want to make it to his class within ten minutes of the alleged start time. I start walking, but then I realize I'm not carrying a backpack or any school supplies at all. And I have only fifteen minutes until class starts. I might make it on time if I keep walking there, but I'll definitely be late if I go back to my room first. I wish I could just "Accio" my school supplies so they catch up to me while I'm walking. Of course, that's just wishful thinking-- --but then I realize that I'm dreaming! Sweet! Okay, I can fly back to my room, get my stuff, and fly to class, and still be there with time to spare. So I set out to do just that. [On my way to class, I lose lucidity.] The route to class turns into a dirt hiking trail. I try going straight to the classroom, but the path leads under a giant boulder, and I discover that there's not enough clearance for me to squeeze through. Backing out, I make my way around the boulder instead. There are two young boys jumping around on the rocks, shooting at each other with what I identify as laser guns. One shouts at the other, "Mister, show me your ID card!" Clearly, they're imitating the adults from around here, the security guards that watch the entrance to the secure facility in which my class takes place. Okay, I should try to find the guardhouse so I can gain entrance to the facility. There's a small wooden cabin across the road that looks promising. Inside the cabin, I find the teacher for my class. In order to pass the gatehouse, every student has to sign a contract. All of the contracts are hand-written (by the professor), and I can't read mine at all--it's totally illegible. But one by one, all of the other students are leaving the gatehouse to go to class, and in desperation I finally just sign the contract. The classroom seems rather like an art studio. There are a lot of heavy-duty tables spread around the room; some of them are pushed against the wall like booth seats at restaurants. It is at one of these latter tables that the professor is sitting, and he invites the class to gather 'round his table while he explains what we'll do in today's class.
12.24.2012Merkaba Meditation (Note) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID Okay, here's what I think of the Merkaba Meditation so far. ROYGBIV + 10 more breaths of feeling all lovey dovey spirtuality stuff. (Red, Orange, Yellow, Green, Blue, Indigo, Violet). So....I find it weird to do a meditation like this, and last night, barely could sleep, thankfully I finally was able to sleep for a good bit until waking up at a random time and then going back to sleep. My perception of time was completely nonexistent, which should be a good thing. However, still have to increase the patience more, I was bashing my head with a pillow several times out of anger because I couldn't feel anything. Counted down 300 breaths, even 100 more breaths, still nothing but knowing my body is relaxing and going to sleep while my impatient mind can't bear with the fact that I can't align myself to the right frequency to astral project. So my options are to listen to binaural beats sometime later this afternoon so I can get into the frequency. I definitely have the will to meditate for a long period of time, now the question of whether or not I can learn how to shut down my brain (not literally of course) is the next challenge. I just KNOW I can do this if I just put my mind to it. I've been meditating, or at least meditating for at least 30 minutes to an hour or more daily. I know progress will come eventually, but I have to push this up a bit with my patience. Alright now for the dream recall. _________________________ 12.24.2012Lost Childhood Memory? (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I remember sitting down on a chair with a guy to the right of me, and a girl to the left. The girl to the left was a blonde female. Oh, well look what we have here. She resembles someone that I saw in waking life, but I don't have any more information other than that. She's wearing some kind of cool colored shirt, maybe blue or green, and my presumption is leaning me towards the blue color. Her hair is actually bleached blonde, and she has it tied up into a ponytail. There's a piece of paper or some greeting card where we have to write our names for some odd reason. The paper is a milky red color, and she hands it to me. I looked down on the paper, and I saw that her name was "Chistine" It was obviously missing a "R," or maybe it could be that I was too hyped up with glancing at it several times in rapid successions. Or it could just be the assumption of dream text being abnormal and not clear every time I read something. My dream eyes were honestly disoriented when I tried to process her name, and I accepted it as "Chistine" without a "R" included. For some reason, I don't write my name, but I hand it over to the guy to the right of me, and I see my name is already written. I take the card back, not using any sort of manners towards the guy and looked at it clearly. It's obvious someone added an extra "S" to my last name. I become irritated by this, and the blonde to the left doesn't directly tell me she wrote it, but it was obvious that she did write it down. I couldn't do anything but release my anger, because I had somewhat of an attraction to her. She's paying attention to whatever it is we're sitting for while pointing down on the card and asking me, "It's Stephens right?" I immediately scratched out the S for my last name that ended up being covered in dark red scratches. I can't remember using a pen, but something definitely happened for it to be covered like that. I noticed that the seats were all of a generic black color and your basic cheap chairs utilized for a large gathering of sorths, but I don't pay too much attention except relying on my peripheral vision passively acknowledging this. I noticed the environment is obviously blurry the moment I fixate on the girl, the boy, or the card. They are clearly the most vivid projections of this reality, until things randomly start having more clarity. The atmosphere of the room is a light yellow-orange mist with the lighting and all. There's an adult who is dark skinned and looks like she's in her 30s. She's wearing a faded black and dark brown mixed animal hide jacket over her black dress. I tried to ask her a question, but then I decided to look around the environment I'm in, and I noticed there are a lot of children reading books. Some parts feel too familiar, like small bits of childhood memories that were probably repressed so much that it would be improbable to recall them. I saw things like "Accelerated Reader," which was some kind of program with some reward system for reading books and doing well on a test to show proof that you read the book correctly. But I wasn't paying attention to this for very long, and I started to space out, and that's all I remember for that dream. _________________________ 12.24.2012Someone Fishes an Octopus and Random Gathering (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID There's a random gathering in this weird environment that shifts to an island or an auditorium or something similiar to that. It reminds me of Outset Island from The Legend of Zelda: Windwaker. It's night time, and I'm near the sands saturated with the water going in and out. I don't recall much on the sound of the ocean, and I doubt I was feeling any kind of "weather." There's a table with tablecloth that states something about some kind of sale that will go on very soon. Apparently Elysian Shields from Runescape are going to be (and I'm just guessing the price): i>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>and some number value. That's literally all I can remember, I just remember something being repeated, and definitely there was a lowercase "i" in yellow painted font on top of a green tablecloth layer. ---- Dream shifts, I guess, and there's a guy going to fish someone near shallow water. He starts looking around, and he immediately catches an Octopus. And while he's trying to do so, I honestly wish he would've worn a belt for his pants, because the image is really disturbing. People are saying secretly of how he's exposing his rear end, and I agree with them, but just inside my mind. Then he starts fishing other stuff. I can't remember what happens next for that one. ---- I realized this is all being experienced in the auditorium now. The walls are white, the lighting is the generic white color, and the carpet is gray. There someone who is talking about something everyone can attend, but most people shrug it off and decide to leave. I jump in the bandwagon and left as well, I honestly didn't think it would be interesting in the first place. _________________________ 12.24.2012Bus Farting (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I remember random things happening in the bus, and it was awkward. I remember a girl that looked like Diana that I only met on Facebook as a friend. She decided to sit at the seat behind me, and I felt awkward.
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-I was in some sort of school and as it turns out, Ishmael turned into a transvestite. -I walked into some sort of bathroom and my leg was broken and I had some big sword. Then some Power Rangers came out and told me some other Power Rangers were coming. I picked up my stuff and followed them. These rangers were very intelligent. They would randomly state information about anything that was relevant. They went into some sort of hall. There was a very obese woman. For some reason I told her ransomed health risks for some foods. What would normally offend someone that big, actually intrigued her. -I was innsome sort of mall. I was doing what me and Adrian and I normally did. There were people talking on the other side of a counter. I got in their face and yelled "DICKS ". A security guard stopped me and said "So you think you hawd? ". Three famous but horrible rappers started getting in my face and repeated what the guard was saying. I eventually got out of there. -Some memory of some party outside some apartment complex. It was nighttime. And Pérez and Squid were there.
I had the privalage of sleeping late as the morning is X-mas eve. I had over 10 hours sleep and almost thought I would not be able to sleep. I started with a pillow over my eyes flat on my back. I started counting with my breaths while focusing on feeling each part of my body. I got to 39 and all the way up my legs before the first drifty feel, so i started over. I got to a point where I was spacing off at about 12-15 breaths and would start over. After completing the body twice I started activating my chakras. When I had completed one cycle of opening all 6 standard chakra, i was mostly asleep, and counting to 4 or 5 was too challenging. I needed a bit mmore awareness or I would actually loose conciousness. I noticed I was feeling a sort of REM atonia, the narcotic feeling that commes to limit bodily thrashing in a dream. I will allow myself to shift positions after I hit this point and was loosing awareness too fast, so I shifted onto my side. I could now here the air cleaner again and was a bit awake, so I just started backk with counting and was asleep again within a second or two. I suddenly heard movement in the house. A radio started playing. I assumed it was my wifes alarm going off for some reason. I figured my attempt may be ruined. I could hear the DJ saying stuff and music was playing loudly. I also could here that my 20 year old son must be up and making noise. Something did not seem right and I decided that these noises were probably advanced HH as I was now in full REM atonia. I could also see parts of my room but they were off. I must be in a LD now and just needing to realize it. I got out of bed and it did seem dream like, but fairly real. I decided that it must be a dream. I tried to phase my arm through the bedroom door and it worked. I woke up in my bed at this point, but was pretty sure it was a FA. I got up again and went to the front room. My son was in the front room and looked up. I did an RC by running my tongue over my top teeth and then clacking my teeth together. The sensation and sound were muffeled as if I had been to the dentist (novacaine) and had cotton in my ears. Fully lucid and in a vivid REM cycle now!!! I walked out side and my son followed me asking what I was up to. I explained that it was a dream and started to levitate. "See, clearly a dream as I can levitate." I wondered allowed, what did I want to acomplish? My son's DC suggested "how about calling out to the Buddha like you wanted?" I was levvitating about 12 feet above our front yard and said, "really? I wanted to do that? What, like Sid Hartha Buddha?" I decided to try it. I flew up into the sky and made the classic hand postures (mudra) he is normally shown having. I called out Sid Hartha about 5 times. I did it just fine, but wonderd why I would have that as a goal, being I am Yogi not Buddhist. This in fact had never been a goal of mine, it was just something my subconcious made up on the spot, through the DC. I started sounding the Ohm mantra instead floating maybe 100 feet up, and kept the mudra in order to stabilize. I saw the sky was vivid and a night time scene with stars. I decided for the moment to fly towards a group of stars. Then I remembered that It was the ToTM snow challange I wanted to do a second time. The first time was not how I had wanted it. I changed the sky to day (no sun, but day light) and started to form clouds. I made the clouds get that weepy look they have when they are pouring out their content. I focused on that grey winter sky look. It started to snow in a nice snow flurry kind of way. Not pretty snow flakes, but blowing aggressive snow falling fast all around me. Ok, task done, but I hate snow in general, so time to move on. I wanted to get very high off the ground so I kept going up. My brain was filling in tree tops, and every time I cleared a giant trees top another loomed way above me. I got irritated after the fifth super-giant tree appeared still taller than me I had flown. Oh well, why fight it. I looked around and was up at the tops of sky skrapers so I went over to them. I spent about two minutes just screwing around flying up and down the buildings seeing how detailed each looked. I decided that the dream was at about the 10 minute mark, and figured this late into my sleep (11 hours now) I would likely have only a few minutes more before I would have to struggle to stay asleep. I decided to play with a female DC. I was not feeling sexual, but to achomplish a quick and pleasant dream control task, this seemed like a reasonable task. I flew up along side a sky skraper and knew there would be people inside. I saw into anoffice and focused ona DC that was a woman at a desk. Not especially prretty, but that is easy to change. I phased through the side of the building into a hall/stairwell and then walked into the office. The DCs had little animation and were almost just my puppets, but that was ok. I went to the woman and gently placed my hands on her sides and encouraged her to stand. She responded to light pressure from my hands and walked with me back out into the hall. My brain tried to spice things up by placing two male coworkers there who would have tried to stop me. I saw the formation of the idea, and used mental control to prevent the tought from developing. The DCs just froze into scenery. I took the woman out onto a balcony and tried to take her flying. I floated out between the buildings with her, but my mind tried to tell me levitation is harder if you carry someone. We started to float downward. I supressed that thought and up we went again, but I decided just to land on the next building. I laid her back on the deck and looked at her. I pictured her lovely and sexy and she was (very). I was not feeling randy or anything, but just wanted to see how detailed i could make her. I pushed up her blouse enough to see her belly, and gently ran my fingers along it. Stunning detail! I could see her skin tone and feel the flesh respond to any pressure my fingers exurted. I undid her pants and slid them down just a few inches slowly then noticed her under ware were pink. I examined the look of her hips and her underware. The pink was impressively vivid. I started to have a bout 15% awareness of my waking body. I needed to stabilize now! I focised on her rib cage and placed my hands there. I tried to really feel her ribs and the heat from her skin, while looking at her lovely skin tone (slightly tan caucasion), but it was only delaying the progress towards waking. I reached about 40% awareness of my body, and decided that I may as well wake up. I woke up and decided not to try to DEILD as I needed to get my day started. Dur~10 min.
Updated 12-24-2012 at 08:10 PM by 12783
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