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Had a very bizarre dream last night where a man was acting over-friendly to me somewhere in my local swimming pool. He didn't try anything on, he was just acting creepy and too close, and I was allowing him to do it. I don't remember his looks, but I think he was skinny, tall and geeky looking with black slicked back hair. I also seem to remember being in a jungle and a dining room at some point in this dream. It was very vivid at the time although I no longer remember it.

I was bought a new toothbrush.

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I dreamed that my dad had found porn on my computer that I left up. It was very realistic, and the next day my porn was missing, although it turned out to just be hidden.

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This is in very little detail as these are backlogs of dreams that I want to keep track of as some of these were reoccurring day dreams that switched between the waking and sleeping world to happen so they interested me (before I became educated in lucidity (is that even a word?))

Dream 1
Active service on a massive scale, the second Falklands war. Contain lots and lots of action and violence, killing lots of people along with being shot a few times before eventually ending up severely wounded and almost loosing my life before going home to my boyfriend.

Dream 2
Walking down Lincoln high-street with my boyfriend when all of a sudden a car swerves from the road into the shop I'm stood outside, taking me through the window with it whilst I push my boyfriend out of the way. I make one of my friends, Anthony, promise to look after my boyfriend as I start to bleed out and think I'm going to die and then get saved at the last moment but end up serious injured for life with a prosthetic limb instead of my entire left leg, I then meet the doctor who saved my life.

Dream 3
In a forest on the side of the motorway between Glasgow and Edinburgh in a Hunger Games style set up that was drawn in some schools throughout the country. I have a flashback to the reaping where I volunteer to save a love interest's friend and then when I end up in the games with said love interest I do everything I can to protect him and eventually I die and he wins the games and for a while I see him trying to live through the trauma of this event as if just floating or on a TV screen and then eventually after about 4 or 5 weeks I return to school all bandaged and bruised and reveal that no one actually dies in the games, we're all saved from near death as that's the only humane way to hold these games in the current day and age.

6:21 am

I heard this as I woke up: "That's the problem with you people. You only aim to get certificates."

Quiapo area.

Remembered this after I slept the second time:

I am walking. It was dim and dark. I am in some sort of barangay area, with weird paths going to and fro. I think I am waiting for someone. I kept walking. I ended up near a house with a car in front of it. I waited there.

All I can remember is a painfully dull dream involving either A or S talking with my science teacher. I was waiting for them for what felt like half an hour, because we were going to lunch or something.
Part of the reason that they were taking so long had to do with several other people in the classroom, and they were all waiting in line to talk to the same teacher. And just as I thought we were about to leave, I woke up.

At least my dream recall is coming back. If my lucid "trend" remains, I should have another good lucid dream soon.

This dream was extremely vivid. Sensory awareness really does the trick

My eyes are closed and I feel like I am in the fetal position. I roll out of that position and head to the bathroom. The bathroom door closes on me. Words appear. "Create a psi ball" it says. I put my hands closer together and without effort I begin to feel a powerful force in between my hands but I don't see the psi ball at all. Maybe I am more of a tactile person than visual?

The instructions change and now say "throw the psi ball at the door" I do so and the door beings to start to collapse on its self like its being sucked up by a mini, invisible black hole. The instructions say "don't get caught in it" so I take a few steps away from the psi ball. Suddenly I am in an elevator with my friend Zach. He tells me he is lucid. I also say that I am lucid and feel very aware that I am here.But I wasn't lucid, this is once again one of those fake lucid dreams but it was very vivid!

I ask Zach "so are you going to remember this?" he says "sure I will." The dream scene changes and I am on a bus now. I see both my friends Chris and Zach sitting next to each other. The I sit next to a messy man eating some blue stuff. Some of it got on my hands. I look at his grey shirt and it is pretty dirty.It looks like he doesn't mind his shirt getting dirty so I say "can I wipe this on your shirt?" He says "no i'll beat your ass!" I say "I do not think you are an asshole, enlighten me" he mumbles something. I ask for him to repeat it, this time putting my ear close to his mouth "will you let the dog go to school?" I ask "it depends on what type of school your talking about, you mean a dog school right?" he smiles and tells me I am correct and vanishes.

The dream changes to me and Chris talking. "Did Zach tell you he saw me in the dream?" Chris says "No he hasn't told me anything, I mean he hasn't told us about himself to us." The dream ends with me going into detail of the 'dream' me and Zach supposedly shared and while in the middle of explaining I wake up.

One of the most amazing lucids I've had in ages!

11.28.2012

The Battle for Your Heart (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Arcadia, a beautiful woman with long white hair (who seems to be some sort of deity) whom I falsely remember dreaming about before, announces to me and the team of people I am with that we must travel to a different part of the dream to eliminate a certain threat. She says it's nothing major, just something that needs to be done. I also falsely remember having this particular dream before, and I want a different ending than the supposed "other" time.

We arrive at the house of a rather crazy but seemingly benign family who is supposed to transport us to where we need to go. Their refrigerator is actually something similar to a Tardis in disguise, so they immediately go about cramming me and my team into the small shelf spaces. I am instinctively aware that the family is evil and is going to turn on us soon, but we are too vulnerable to cause a conflict at the moment. I don't want to be attacked while trapped in the tight confines of this refrigerator.

Soon, it doesn't matter what I want. The family (who is apparently some type of gang) attacks, but I manage to quickly get myself out and under cover before they can shoot me. A long battle ensues. Much of it involves a deadly back and forth shooting between my team and the crazy gang-family. It isn't long before I run out of ammo. I act as though my gun is still loaded in order to keep the enemy at bay as I search for a new weapon, hoping to do so before they realize that I'm basically unarmed. I'm somewhat surprised that the guns are working in the first place, as they usually malfunction in my dreams. I'm also worried about forgetting parts of what is happening when I wake up, because the battle has been going on for a long time and I know I'm bound to lose parts of it. (Sadly true.)

In my search for a new weapon, I happen upon a high tech grenade that, in addition to a fiery explosion, shoots out spinning projectiles that will slice anything nearby to bits. I activate the grenade, shout a warning to my team, then throw it and run out of the house as fast as my legs will carry me. We barely make it out the door before the whole house goes up in flames.

The battle against the remaining enemies takes me into the trees, where I am sniping down gang members who get too close. Out of nowhere, mutant zombies similar to lickers from Resident Evil begin scaling the trees toward me. One of the mutations splits it's head open, revealing rows of disgusting teeth along each side of its interior. Adrenaline kicks in and I manage to shoot them all in the head and kill them before they can get to me.

With the enemies pretty much gone or sent running, Arcadia appears. "This problem runs much deeper than I originally thought," she tells me anxiously.

"You mean because of the zombies?" I ask.

"No, even deeper than that."

As we walk back to Arcadia's control room, I slip my arm around her waist. She stops and removes it promptly. "Keep your hands to yourself," she reprimands me.

"Well excuse me," I scoff with a little laugh, both surprised and somewhat amused at being rejected by a dream character. Grinning mischievously, I walk unnecessarily close to her so that our arms are pressed together. I expect her to tell me to back off again, but she doesn't.

Back in the control room, we are suddenly ambushed by members affiliated with the gang. We take cover behind a pillar, taking turns stepping out to shoot. Arcadia is now Alice from Resident Evil. When she steps out to shoot, the enemy shoots first and manages to land a hit right in her chest. She kills most of them from the floor, then I step out and take care of the rest before kneeling down beside her. I see that the wound is very bad. She is moaning in pain.

"No, shh, it'll be okay, I'll get you help," I tell her. (I'm pretty much only semi-lucid at this point and don't realize I could just heal her myself.) She tells me that the people in the building next door know her and will know what to do. Leaning down, I kiss her gently: a promise that I won't let her die. She looks surprised.

I pick her up as carefully as I can manage, but she still cries out in pain from being moved. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," I keep saying as I carry her to the aforementioned building. The man and woman who live there are deeply concerned, but before they can do anything, Alice dies. At her death, her shape disentigrates to a tiny stone figure with a bullet hole in the center.

I am shocked. How could she be dead in a dream when I've been willing for her to live? NO, I refuse to let her stay dead! In a weird stroke of dream intuition, I literally breathe life into her through the wound until she is finally herself again, alive and well.

Triumphant, I kiss her again. This time, to my surprise, she kisses me back. When I look at her inquisitively, she says I deserve it after saving her life. I smile happily, relieved that she is okay. The dream ends shortly afterwards.

Burning Down the House

I looked up to a house on a hill. There was a big picture window through which you could see a small fire, as though in a fire place. The occupants doused the fire with some type of fuel and it caught that face of the home completely on fire. I thought about helping to put the fire out, but realized there was nothing I could do. The house was going to burn to the ground.

Strangely, the fire subsided to its original size after about 6 seconds.

This is the second dream of exploding or growing fire in just a few nights. See Futuristic

Sweet Ass

I was with a brown-haired girl with freckles. She was beautiful and had a great figure. I put my hand on her side and moved it down her waist towards her ass.

She saw that I liked her ass and stuck it out to the side in an attractive way, not in a cheap way. Her outfit was white with a couple solid brown, curvy brown designs.

(Stuff in parentheses are notes to myself or stuff that happened irl)

Uhm. For some reason my dad and I were at Walmart. We had got a pizza and a toy for me. My dad was bitching at me for wanting to get a couple airsoft guns, he had insisted on me getting some sort of crappy star wars gun, but I didn't want it. There was a Mexican couple behind us at the checkout buying some plastic storage boxes. Another weird thing was that under the conveyor belt was a roll of bags, the cashier had handed my dad a PVC pipe to get them out by rolling it up on the pipe and tearing it off. Since where I live they had banned plastic bags, they were paper. He had gotten two, like he wanted to double bag it. Oh yeah, the star wars gun was an "Unfinished E-11 Blaster." I had mentioned that it would be a great collector's item.

(It appears my recall is getting better, I need to keep at it.)

(I was sitting there thinking about something else when I had remembered the Mickey Mouse bottoms)
Another dream. I was in this store with a college kid, and I had needed pants for some reason, so he gave me what looked like Mickey Mouse pants. It was all woolen, had built in suspenders and tight around my legs. It fit, but like skinny jeans. When I was walking home, I had come across my friend Eric, who laughed at my pants at first, then he was telling me about something stupid he did. Then we hear police sirens. He goes "Oh shit," then he goes across the street while I keep walking on the sidewalk. A bit later I had crossed the street and walked into some fast-food place. I went through it as if I was trying to distract the cops or something, because I'm paranoid like that. (Then my dad woke me up, fumbling to get the alarm reset.)

No recall.

Today I only remember a few fragments, but I can't really feel down about it, as it was still two nights since I recalled my last dream!

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First fragment is in my friends house, I recall there being big glass wall around, maybe, half of their house, and my friends mom complaining about something.

Second fragment is me, meeting a girl/friend I like. I was sitting, and she walked up to me, telling me something like "Oh, I've missed you so much!". I then stood up and she remarked, "Gosh you're tall!" with a look of proper surprise on her face. Worth mentioning, that she was wearing all black.

Third fragment is me walking on a path I usually took to my old school, and meeting a man just a house away from mine. The man was wearing the typical carpenter pants and had a very glossy and thick beard, together with a shaved head. He told me something like, "Don't you want a serious carpenter doing that job?". And by serious job, he meant a job with stomping down dirt in our yard in order to make it flat. I think I rejected him though. Worth mentioning, when I walked closer to him, he had a piece of marking tape on his head, and something written on there with sharpie.

Awake-Non-lucid-Lucid
A standard MILD atempt. It seems to have worked, but it was very short lived.
I was standing near a standard American mailbox, when I realized something feels not right. I pinched my nose, and I could breathe through it. I woke up after that, I believe...

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in the car with dad towing the truck to some lake. got our checked to see if he could back up into the ramp which was up not downhill, and he looked like he had it though i cudnt really see. then in mels room later listening to ocean but its by blink 1i\42 and i song floors me

Slept around 3 pm
Woke up around 6:20 pm

I am in a fight. I have allies as well. There are other humans fighting. I realize that we were fighting some sort of entity. He divided himself into several people. I did as well. I overcome each, subdued, and absorbed them. It's very colorful and realistic. Each person looks different though. It's not like Naruto's kage-bunshin.

Finally, I go to face the main man. He looks buff, and he looks like Cell or Majin-buu. The colors turn almost Dragonball-like, except it's brighter and still realistic. His body was facing the other way, but his head is turned to the right. We fought. He became some sort of skull-headed humanoid. It's night. He was transforming again, but I used a cloth, and from behind him, I tied it (by accident) along his nose. He died and shattered.

My allies told me that it's the only way to defeat him. Otherwise, he would just transform. I laughed how blocking his nose would kill him when he could have breathed through his teeth. Creeping realization that I'm supposed to get something from that. I laughed it off with a kid.

I'm in a mall with LR. We're eating. I'm reading a book and I cross-referenced to the internet. I saw flood everywhere online. Even our area in Sampaloc. I'm not sure how far or close we are from Sampaloc, but the dry places look more like islands surrounded by water. I told LR we should check Katipunan. Seems dry, but not sure how to get there with the flood. He double checked the internet, doubting my words. He confirmed it. But I was finally starting to doubt. Was the date correct?

Some people heard us. A few wondered what the number was to call something. LR provided the number written on a book. Or rather, he wrote it on a book. It's something like 1-1-1-1, although there might be a few more numbers before it. The woman thanked him and went on the phone booth to call.

I ate something I didn't like, so I went downstairs to find a place I can unload whatever was the contents of my mouth. I looked around and doesn't look like there's a place I can release. Somehow, I did. I saw some homeless people, and people busy on the street. I think parts of the flood is starting to appear here. I went back up. I was in a hurry, and there was another woman and a guy in hurry going up as well.

A ghost story. It's like a movie. Somebody is telling me the story and I watch it unfold in front of me in real time. It's a girl and a couple of adults in a Western culture (America, perhaps?). Not sure what the plot was, but I think the girl was the ghost.

Somehow, I have to undergo the same process, and help others choose the right path. It's night, and I can see bar-graph-like objects, where I should pin a thumbtack with a thread on it, from left to right. Somehow, the height level of each pin is important. I tried pinning it as high as I can, but there's no bar-graph to pin it to. I tried anyway, and it automatically went down to the highest possible point, although it's lower than where I "pinned" it on air. It was still hanging on air, not on the bar-graph. Next problem is that the thread might be too short to reach to the end on the right.

NOTES:

MILD "I am lucid in my dreams."
ADA
Sandalwood incense

This dream consisted of walking out into the hall, realizing I was still in bed, failing to turn on the lights, filling the void with a few pictures of anime characters in slightly suggestive positions, having a false awakening, which was really obviously a false awakening since my laptop was in my bed, I didn't lose lucidity for more than a second. Then my parents arrived home in their car, I wasn't sure whether that was real, so I entered the void again, and managed to maintain the dream state by adding a picture of skulls in a catacomb


kind of like this picture but cartoony and only skulls, there also was a large skull in the middle.

After that I lost the dream, and woke up.

WE WERE HANGING OUT IN PARIS

Don't know exactly which district, can't remember clearly and the dream wasn't that vivd either. It felt like back at school, when we used to make a trip. We were suddenly forced together with a group of French scholars. We had to go downstairs in a building. A spiral staircase, only it was very confined, nearly no space.

Me and a few friends were wise enough to climb down the middle of it. It was extremely deep so I waited before climbing until we were nearly downstairs. When we finally reached the basement, it turned out to be an underground party, like a club only just a little more staged. We had fun, and my friends were there too.

When it was over and we returned - I vaguely remember which way we went but I recall saying "champs-Élyssées", so it must have looked like that - I noticed my mobile phone was gone. I was completely struck with sadness to losing my smartphone. I could buy a new one no problem, but I couldn't help but be sad, like being attached to it, with losing the numbers and all. I remember crying, yes crying. I was really sad, like somebody had died. Funny thing is, I remember calling my own number, with my own phone . I should have gone lucid there but it was to faint.

When I woke up I instantly realized it all, and was very relieved to know my phone was laying next to me. I don't like being materialistic. But it seems a deeper part of me is still very much into this world. These days I feel like you need to live on an Island to reshape and purify one's consciousness.

I haven't been actively lucid for a year now, I figured it was because I'm not busy with it. That's why I'm posting another entry here just to keep it going. Doing reality checks often is also something I try now and then.