Sole fish Dream Snippet. Caught bus sat on single swival seat near back of bus at left-hand side window. Folks gasped in (almost) protest and the guy in the seat in front said a low "aww" as if I shouldn't take that seat. But I was'nt and didn't feel rejected. Also my seat was a single where-as the others were in normal double bus seats. No one could sit next to me. Next Dream snippet I was in small food court with people from bus. One food stall had strange chocolates but the chocolate stall man also sold grilled fish at the the right-side end of his stall. He was interested in me buying from him. He looked a bit like a pencil sketch. I went to a table with a couple of people from the buss. I told them about the nice (cold) grilled sole and that I will have that. (end of dream). I read you post at about 1am (my time) where you said: Originally Posted by Windhover@ Welcome DebraJane! Thank you for participating I think you should be in New Zealand group because you're in GMT -9:30? Correct me if I'm wrong, I'm not good at calculating stuff lol I was already in bed thinking of hooking-up with you guys (Windhover, Atras, Juroara, The danknight, thebeastofold, Lmrhone and Abra. Oh, and Sydney) so after I put the phone down I thought "relax and stop incubating, Any Dream Will Do". But it looks like I hopped on your dream buss and as I sat down you guys knew I'd caught the wrong bus. But I rode along with you any way cos my intention (incubation) was set and I was too sleepy to stop it. (hehehe) Later today I will try and find the New Zealand group. Bye-bye.
[COLOR="royalblue"]Non-Aware (Dream)[/COLOR] - [COLOR="blue"]Partially Aware (Lucid Dream)[/COLOR] - [COLOR="navy"]Fully Aware and Vivid (Astral Projection(OOBE)[/COLOR] [COLOR="royalblue"]This night I went to bed around 22:15, but I remember that I had really much trouble falling asleep, but I didn't care I just kept daydreaming of something until I finally fell asleep. I had some dream of me and my friend Axel grabbing bags of money in a different time, I even looked at the coins in detail, the highest number on the coins was 1000 but I can't remember what currency it was, probably not anything known. We went to my real house and we had some girls with us. For some reason the Iphone I had on my desk started spotify automatically while we was trying to get to sleep. So I got up and wondered what was going on. I tried to light my desktop lamp but it didn't worked. It did light up, but it shut off immediately. I thought that I might be dreaming, so I tried to look at my hands, but it was too dark for me to see them, so I went to another light switch, but it didn't worked either. I went to the bathroom and that light did work, so now i could finally look at my hands. I noticed that my middle finger was super short [/COLOR][COLOR="blue"]So I was now aware that I was dreaming. I accidentally thought about my physical body, but I did not wake up. I looked at my hands again as a starting point item, and then I gazed at three other objects while returning back to my hands: the toilet seat, a locker and the bathroom floor and then back to my hands again. [/COLOR] [COLOR="royalblue"]Then everything faded black... I tried to look at my hands again, but I wasn't dreaming anymore. I heard my mom doing noises with my physical ears as she prepared to get to work. But I thought to myself "What ever I am going to chain the dream. Nothing happened... So I went downstairs and it was still dark so I was a little scared. I met my dad in the hall and he said that he had heard me talk in my sleep and then go to the bathroom. I was like :shock: "You can't have I was lucid dreaming" I said. "Yeah but I heard you say "Yes it's working"". And I said "But it doesn't make sense, because I was dreaming that and you can possibly have heard that unless... I looked at my hands [/COLOR] [COLOR="blue"]"LOL! I am still dreaming!". I looked out the kitchen window and saw that it was snowing a lot. I imagined a red scarf in the bureau and it appeared. So I put it on prepared to get out, but then I heard physical noises again. My dad slammed down the toilet seat... :roll: I woke up and I looked at my hands and I saw that I was awake. The time was now 06:48. [/COLOR]
Updated 07-30-2012 at 06:40 AM by 55868
Well, I just got back from another of my weekly buisness trips. Man these trups are really killing my dreaming attempts. Anyways, now I am back however and going to go work on some more WILD's! By the way, now instead of drinking orange juice at night, I found Cutie's juice! It is actually pretty tasty and a little better than OJ I think. (ok, that was random) Sorry for kind of making a pointless short Dj entry but I felt like I might as well put something down now that I am back. See ya.
07.29.2012Job Interview with Brunette (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I'm sitting down inside a small room, and it's well-lit. Judging by its atmosphere, this same room feels like it would be air-conditioned if I had more awareness of the external stimuli of the A/C running in waking life. The light gives off a faded light orange-yellow-ish color, and in front of me is a female in a pink dress or something like that. She's a brunette with wavy and curly hair in some parts. She's exhibiting a lot of radiance and enthusiasm towards me, which leaves me speechless until she popped the question, "What are your view on work?" After she asked me that, it was as if I indulged into some kind of mental time dilation to process why she would query me this. That feeling fades away when I get a mental light bulb, and realized that I must be at a job interview (at least). I tried my best to not portray any apparent facial expressions to her, and quickly fabricated a half-assed response. I believe I declared that I'm a virgin, and that I'm single. I also explained some things (it felt like an extreme bravado on my part) of how I'm a decent person. In short, I was convincing her that I was a good little boy, though I don't even know why I'm meeting her in the first place. She takes a neutral look at me with her mouth slightly opened, and then she quickly smiles and laughs. She even gives me a round of applause with her small claps. She was very attractive, something about the way her visage was angled, her eyelashes and makeup really made me enticed by her. I wonder if that could be Alyzarin I met, or maybe someone else. She had the height and the youth for her to be Alyzarin, and her wearing the pink outfit reminds me a lot of Alyssa as well. Hmmm, guess it's all speculation. _________________________ 07.29.2012Open Ceiling (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I remember being on top of the ceiling inside a building, and it didn't look complete. I noticed that the interior of the building, at least the room that I'm on top of, is composed of fairly faded white wood material.
Non-dream Dream Dream 1: Olympics People are competing in various events related to dreaming. Competitors go into lucid dreams and perform various tasks in the dreams for points. How did I not become lucid in this dream?!?!?!? There was another event for baseball defensive skills. Each country is positioned at a certain part of the field. Balls are hit to each part of the field with people at various bases (in all combinations). The country that the ball is hit to has to field it cleanly and throw it to the appropriate base depending on the situation. Countries are judged based on fielding the ball, choosing the appropriate base to throw it to and throwing accuracy and strength. Dream 2: I am standing outside of my house and I see a woman with large, spectacular breasts. I want to bang her really bad. I go to my computer to masturbate (not sure if I actually did it). I end up on an orgy vacation with my wife. I start having sex with her. I'm not sure if I had sex with anyone else. I try going somewhere that I'm not supposed to go and I get caught. In an attempt to get away I find myself hanging onto the wing of an aircraft while it is flying. I am thinking the whole time that this is not possible and I am dreaming. However, it is very difficult to perform a reality check because I am hanging onto the wing. Without doing a reality check, I am not fully confident that I am dreaming so I am scared to let go. Next time I am in this situation I will try to study my hands.
Updated 09-12-2012 at 12:55 AM by 56962
Hey everybody. I'm starting this dream journal because I'm starting the lessons in the dreamview academy. If you are reading this, enjoy.
29 July 2012 Dream 1 My wife and I lived in a forest type of a place with a massive dam next to us. Our house was like a holiday resort and it seemed we got up to lots of strange stuff there. I worked for a boss who looked exactly like Japanese guy from inception. At one stage we were standing in a room with another few guys and he was telling us what out next plan would be. He told us that we planned to remove all the reeds from the Dam dl as to turn them into some sort of resource. I then remembered that I was actually a conservative and i was opposing him. I left the meeting and went to my wife and spoke to her about it. We climbed on a kinda lawn mower boat and went to the reeds. I told her that I didn't want to destroy the reeds but it was my job. She drove right up to the reeds and then turned around saying that she didn't want to either. Then it faded into dream 2. Dream 2: I was watching a tv show where these extremely young kids would fight crime. The show said that the children were doing geography homework so they couldn't be filmed. A replay was on and it showed a young chubby boy walking into a hotel with a gun. As he opened the door, two buff men started to shoot at him and he ran. His friends were outside and they were scared too. I was then in the show and I told the kids to go back as I shot some bullets through the door. I ran outside with my wife and we went back to my house. When we got there I threw the gun under the bed and thought it wasn't a great place to keep the gun. We decided to go to the bedroom ... Dream 3: I was on a school camp where we were all in a dormitory. There were a whole lot of other kids there and we were by one particular persons bunk bed. There were pool balls locked in the wooden side of the bed. The one guy pulled the wood off and said that the balls represented the last hockey score which he played in. I then opened the wood and said that the balls would show who is admin. the balls seemed to resemble a black, yellow and red combination. The dream faded. Dream 4: I was lying in a bunk bed with my family in the room. My brothers girlfriend came in the room and said that she came to visit. She hugged my mom and she seemed to have some small girl with here. She said she didn't know the relation between the girl and her. The girl seemed unfamiliar and had a raincoat, blonde hair and some scar on her nose. We carried on talking and it seemed that we went off to eat but I cannot remember the details from after that.
Non-dream Dream Dream 1: I am in an Olympic water sliding event that people take very seriously. People are pissed because this is my first time ever participating in the event and I am dominating the sport. A couple of kids are being very nice to me though. The water slides have obstacles in the middle of them. Dream 2: I am at an Angels game with great seats but I don't watch the game. I am trying desperately to find someone and Rose (from Lost) is helping me. We are taking elevators everywhere (it is kind of like a hotel). The first place I try to look is the 11th floor but the elevator keeps skipping it and gaining more and more speed. It feels like I am going to die - like the elevator is broken and is going to fly through the top of the building. I find myself momentarily watching the game and a foul ball comes my way. I calmly say "got it" and I catch it. My wife wasn't there to see it because she took a slide down to lower levels of the stadium. She never came back. The Angels are in the field and the bases are loaded with no outs. The batter hits a pop up in the infield. The fielder drops it but umpires call the infield fly rule so the batter is out. This confuses the hell out of the fan next to me. The next batter hits into a double play which Pujols drops but picks up just in time. Now I am back on my search for someone - some rich person. I go to the penthouse but they don't let me in. I am going down some flights of stairs impossibly fast. I am basically diving head first and rolling to get to wherever I am going.
[TRIGGER WARNING: This journal entry contains content that recalls the shootings in Aurora, CO. Reader discretion is advised.] Non-lucid, Lucid, [Commentary made while awake] I'm on the second floor of a big office building, and I take the elevator down to the first floor. There are a lot of other people in the elevator with me. I get an odd feeling that something big and important is about to happen in just a few moments. I exit the elevator and walk out into the ground-floor lobby of the building. It's a large space with lots of glass that lets in sunlight, and there are lots of people walking through the lobby, going in all directions. Suddenly, a man with some kind of small-to-medium-sized automatic weapon fires a short burst of gunfire into the air, in the middle of the room. Everyone in the lobby panics and tries to take cover, including me. [I know this nightmare was inspired directly by the recent Aurora theater shooting tragedy.] As the gunman continues shooting random people in the room, I hide under a long, low, rectangular wooden table with another young woman, about my own age, with brown hair. She and I whisper to each other about how this isn't very good cover, and how he's going to find us here any moment know. We're right - he does find us there, and threatens us with the firearm. I'm terrified that I'm about to be killed. Fortunately, I realize that I'm dreaming, and that that means I can just fly away. So I do. I fly away from the gunman in a straight line, passing right through the wall of the building without even realizing that I've done so until I'm well outside the building. When I'm some distance away, I look back at the tall office building I just left. I'm far enough away that the gunman is now little more than a dot, still visible through the windows. [There was more to this dream; I went on to explore the rest of the dream while lucid, but I don't remember any of the specifics.] **************** Side notes: *derisive snort* And I call myself an oneironaut! I was having a nightmare, I became lucid, and I just used my dream control abilities to run away from the danger. Next time I go lucid during a nightmare, I will try to remember to stand up to the threat and talk it down. By the way, I had this dream at a hotel, on Night #1 of my big relocation road trip.
[This is a catchup post. I had this dream on the night of July 18, 2012, but I'm just now getting around to posting it.] Non-lucid, Lucid, [Commentary made while awake] I'm in [or outside - not sure] House #1, and I become aware that I'm dreaming. I think, Hey, cool! This would be a great opportunity to go and achieve that goal! So I take off and start flying, keeping very low to the ground [I don't know why] , following the roads that lead from my house to the nearby park. I make a point of concentrating on the dream world around me, to keep myself in the dream. [I think] There's a moment where I briefly become aware of my body lying in bed, but I forcibly drag my awareness back to the dream and manage to stay in it. [It may have been after this next part, I'm not sure.] Anyway, I turn up the road that leads to the park, and there it is: the metal, chain-link, curved baseball backstop, the one I've been fantasizing about flying to the top of since I was a little girl. I come to the center of the back of it and start flying up, following its curve, but inexplicably sink back down to the ground. I shrug and decide to just climb the thing instead. It works. I'm up at the top in just a couple of seconds. I stand on top of the baseball backstop, surveying the park and feeling very proud of myself for finally getting to the top of my baseball backstop in a lucid dream. *********** Side notes: Every time I have a lucid dream, I always start my day in a great mood, with the attitude that today is going to be a great day. On the day after I woke up from this particular dream, I finally received and accepted the job offer I'd spent years waiting and hoping for. Does it mean anything? I'm not willing to say yes, but it's interesting.
LUCID: was looking for a keychain that i lost, found it where i knew i had looked before. I realised it must be a dream and then...can't remember what else happened. Had a dream today that the world ended. There was a meteorite and a bolt of lightning, a large explosion in the distance and i was one of the few that survivied. I remember people tried to steal my stuff in a lfit so i had to return them by any means, think liam neeson in take.
I keep having dreams of Chelsea. She's cute, short, and has black hair. I don't know exactly why I have a dream about her every 2 weeks. I think it may have to do with the fact that she is the only female that I got to know well and didn't have a 'rough patch' with. Or maybe were soul fiends or something like that, idk. Anyways, the dream started off in a classroom, in a trailer. I was sitting next to Chelsea at a two-person table. We talked a bit, because the teacher wasn't there. Chelsea got up to grab something and my ex, Stephanie, motioned me to come over and sit at her table. So I did. I talked to Stephanie a little and her boyfriend saw this, and toke a knee between our chairs. Completely blowing me off, he casually talked to Stephanie;butting me out. That was cool though. It didn't really bother me. I see Chelsea drop off some markers at our desk. She pulls up a chair, puts it against the wall, and sits next to me on it. At this point I'm sensing that Chelsea has a thing for me, and I do for her too. Then Chelsea's mother comes into the classroom, really pissed off. Apparently someone was making fun of Chelsea earlier or something like that. She treats us all like crap and demands to know where the violator is. I think Chelsea asks her mother to stop. And somewhere along the lines, her mother starts yelling at her. Saying that Chelsea is nothing, just really putting her down. Her mother finally leaves in her fiery rage. I go up to do something unrelated to her mother. When I come back, I see Chelsea sitting by herself, looking really sad, almost about to cry. So I sit down next to her and hold her. She rests her head on my shoulder. I tell her that she didn't deserve any of what her mother told her. She says something, I say something back. Then Chelsea says," We are the warriors of men." Apparently she is part of some exotic religion that believes many things, one being that they are supposed to defend humanity. I toke what she said as a we're-supposed-to-do-things-the-hard-way-because-we-are-warriors. So kinda like military school's philosophy on parenting their cadets. Also that this religion is blood (insiders/family) only, similar to Judaism. We talk a little more, and she gives me looks that suggests she likes me. Without saying it, we know that more and more we want to be together, but she would have to go against her religion to be with me. Because she is only supposed to choose from members of her religion to be with. We don't go into all that though. We leave that for later and get through her current sadness together.
Updated 05-21-2016 at 01:19 AM by 50595
I am in a house that has poltergeist problems. The occupants have asked me to`come and banish the demon(s). They have sectioned off the haunted part of the house with a curtain. I pull the curtain back, and a dark wind blows out from a large empty plain shrine. I cast a spell and banish the darkness. SUNTULU D'ZATN! A red and gold footstool flies out of the room and hits me, paralyzing my mouth. I can no longer speak. I realize I left my Staff of Chaos (which I have IWL) outside the room. I retrieve it. A crazed half-posessed human tries to attack me. I swing the staff in a small circle, spinning a tooth on the end of a string on the bottom of the staff, and the human backs up. I struggle to speak, but I have lockjaw. [I]I awake.[/I]
I had a dream while I was taking a REALLY long nap today. I had finally fallen asleep and I was swimming underwater. It was like I was just swimming and swimming for hours without worrying about harm or anything. It was kind of fun. But then near the end of the dream I found out I was both watching and in a discovery channel documentary. There was this huge shark fish attacking a boat. I was thinking "Sharks don't do this in general, do they?" and then the guy who was narrating the show said "no, but watch this" he this like nothing was going to happen to the people on the boat. Then what happened was this fish knocked the boat so a human fell out. I was watching this from beneath the ocean floor but all this seemed all very close. The fish then swam up to the person and ate him but it was all blurred out by ocean floor sand. The narrator then closed the show by saying "next up on how in the world did that happen" like that was the name of the show I was watching. I then swam up a little higher and realized there were these fish by plants or coral reefs. I told them to "move!" like they were in the way of some great movie. Notes: The giant shark fish kinda looked like a shark with a Merlin appearance but still had eager eyes of a shark and it was kinda fat. Also I have had a lot of ocean dreams before, but this one was one the vivid end of dreams of the ocean.
Updated 07-30-2012 at 06:09 PM by 1643
1. I used the nose plug RC out of habit, and realized I was dreaming. I stared at the ground, I was in my old house. I noticed the dream was becoming more vivid and clear when I was examining the carpet. While staring at the ground trying to stabilize, I decided to crawl on the ground. Then I woke up. 2. Later that morning, I got lucid again! I didn’t RC this time, I think I realized I was dreaming as soon as I was in the dream. It was already relatively stable. There were plastic bags on my hands, so I thought, “I’m dreaming. I should be able to rip these bags off!” So I tore the bag on my left hand, then my right. I looked at the bag on my left hand, and it had grown. There was a much smaller hole in the left bag than what I made. The bag on the right hand was completely undamaged. I gave up and stared at my hands to stabilize. There were tiny air bubbles all over my palms, as if the gloves were filled with water. I might have tried to get the gloves off again, and then I lost lucidity.
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