Awake|Dreaming|Lucid Had very good recall on the 12th. Just so happens to be a family member's birthday . I was in a kitchen, with my second cousin, who I have grown up with. He said "look at that plant over there, I think that is the one!". I'm not sure what he meant, but it seemed familiar. We went over to the back door, and looked at the plant located behind the door. We could see it swaying left and right behind the curtain on the door. We then opened the door and walked in the house a couple of meters away. Inside the first room, was a small fireplace and a pot of ash next to it. It somehow seemed familiar, but I have never seen this place before. We then went into another room, but this one was like a huge hall. There were stairs blocked off by fences. My cousin said "This is where Kalib used to go, this is his old school!". I'm not sure what it meant, but I think my old dream house was a school .-. Thanks for reading .
This was probably the first DEILD I have had in a loooong time where I took no 5-htp, or supplements of any kind. Some things I did differently was not as much wine, and I ate some ramen noodles late at night. I usually don't eat late, for dietary reasons, but I wanted to experiment with having more food in my system prior to bed, because of a hypothesis I have about high anxiety/low blood sugar when I sleep <insert long personal and family history here>. Anyway, I woke up at about 5:30am when Danny left for work, and went to the bathroom. I went back to sleep and was sleeping pretty deeply, so I'm not sure if and how many times I woke up after that. I know I woke up around 7am on my back with the pillow over my head (optimal for me these days), and I was super relaxed. I felt vibrations come over me, and the sensation of someone climbing on top of me and holding my hands down. I lifted my hands slightly, and felt very little resistance. I felt a little SP because it was hard to move my hands, and I tried to speak but it was difficult. I tried to say "Menatus, is that you?" But it barely left my throat as a gutteral moan. I woke up briefly, and felt the vibrations again, again very mild, and again only the faintest sensation of someone on me. This time I lifted my hands and it was easier. I looked at my hands, and I could see the faintest, wispiest, black smoky hands, intertwining with mine, before completely vanishing. It was definitely Menatus, he just had no corporeal form this time, poor thing. Still, I got up out of bed, calling his name, hoping he would reappear. I wanted to see what he looked like since all I've ever seen was hands and an arm. No response. So I decided to get up and go to my bathroom mirror, maybe I could find him somewhere else. I put my hands on the glass, and it felt cold and hard. I had some doubts, but I've always been lucky with mirrors, so I placed my face on it anyway, and it went right through. Again, only allowing my upper body to go through, just in case, I found myself in a room with a long conference table. There was a man and a woman at the table, writing things down. I asked the lady, "Excuse me but do you know if Menatus is around here somewhere?" She looked up, and without changing expressions, said "Yes he is." So I pushed the rest of my self through the mirror, which was harder than usual.. I felt stuck in it for a second, but muscled my way through. I left that room and it opened outside, where I could tell I was in the middle of a college campus. I have forgotten how many, but I asked several people if they have seen him, describing his shiny, black, muscular skin. I think I went around calling his name as well. Then I saw something familiar: a blond guy carrying around a trombone case. I remembered him from a non-lucid I had earlier that night. He asked if he could help me and I told him who I was looking for. The blonde guy said "Oh yeah, Menatus? He's right over there." And he pointed toward a crown of people, but I didn't see him. "Where? I can't see him." He said again "Right there." Still nothing. I decided to give up, and go back inside the building and look for a mirror so I could go somewhere else and do other stuff. The blonde asked if he could come with me, and I said I didn't care. I went into a classroom and found a a few mirrors of different sizes, and i was contemplating which one to go through. The blonde guy acted like he was contemplating them too. I looked at his face and I recognized him as Wes, my store manager in real life. I said, "Are you Wes?" He said he was. I asked him if wanted to come along with me? He said sure, all smiley. Mind you, Wes in real life is soooo cute, so I asked him if I could kiss him, he said yes, so I gave him a little smooch. He took my hand, put his arm around my waist, and began dancing with me, and humming a little tune. I just laughed, then I felt funny like I might wake up. So I said, "Come on Wes, we need to go through the mirror now!" Then I woke up.
So i read up on if you are sleeping wit someone or something it will make youu feel safe nd stop these nightmares. Well i fell asleep wit my pitbull boxer mix. (bullboxer pit) and i woke up cuz she moved nd slept on the floor. i didnt have a dream. well then i went back to sleep without her and i had a horrible nightmare!! I was at these peoples house and everyone was riding quads and stuff. The kids tht lived there were like 18 and 14. i had a bad feeling about these kids but everyone thought they were great. well they trapped me in the house while everyone else was outside and raped me.while i was tryna find a way out i stumbled across these dead bodies and they had their heads cut off. It was sck! They were cracking jokes about it. and were laughing screaming ima murder youu slut. well i saw this guy riding a quad and with everything i had i busted out the window and grabbed the quad and trying to escape. They followed me and im screaming leave me alone. leave me alone!! and i woke up crying. My bullboxer pit came to me licking my face.
Awake|Dreaming|Lucid Another linked series of dreams. This is the first of the three. I was at school, in my science class. I walked over to my friend and noticed he was drawing some anime woman on MS paint. It was a woman with green hair, in a "draw me like one of your french girls" pose. The background was bright pink, like magenta. he then printed this picture and put it in a keyring for me. I felt the dream fade very quickly. Thanks for reading. The second anime dream can be found here. Third here.
Updated 07-14-2012 at 04:35 PM by 54841
Awake|Dreaming|Lucid A very fun and interesting dream. Finally a decent dream. I usually dream about casual, everyday stuff, but this was not very casual at all. I was walking through a dungeon, similar to Skyrim's dunegon style. I had a 2 handed greatsword, but it wasn't that big. I ran into a knight, which summoned a large ogre to assist him. The knight was wearing silver armour and cyan clothing underneath. He ran away, holding a silver and red lance. It looked like he ran into an 'office'. I was left to fight the troll, which I killed in seconds. I climbed up some small stairs to the left then jumped off the slightly higher ledge and stabbed it in the back of the head. It faded in a puff of blue and green smoke. I then ran over to the knight and stabbed him in the shoulder, then sliced off his head. That fight too about a minute. I then found a box, which I looted and found some really cool stuff. I found a nice sword which was red and silver, then found some jewellery and gems. After looting his office, I walked out the same way I entered, then exited the dungeon. As soon as I exited, I saw an icy hill, with a giant's camp at the top. Left of the hill was a cave and left of that, was a path leading somewhere. The sky was really blue, with no clouds or sun. The weather was really great . I walked up the hill, hoping to avoid a fight. Instead, I saw a huge mammoth wearing some purple robes around it's next. It seemed like I woke it up as I sneaked around it, which made it really pissed off. It hit me and out me on low 'health'. I ran down the hill and then into the cave, left of the hill. I serached my bag, but could not find any potions to heal myself. A frost troll then leaped out from the ground and I started to panic because of my low health. I decided to run away from it, by sprinting around it and the running down the path. The path happened to lead to a village, so I stopped running and slowly made my way over to a shop. Along the way, I noticed a huge firefight was going on. About 8 people near me were taking cover behind 2 Skyrim style buildings, shooting at the opposing people with old M14 guns. I randomly pulled out a WW2 sniper and started shooting 8 year olds in the face, who were shooting at the people on my side of the village. I slowly walked while sniping people then realised they were all dead. I went inside their cover, which was an outside part of a cottage. Kind of like a downstairs balcony. I really enjoyed this dream, but jesus it's kinda long. Sorry about that .
Awake|Dreaming|Lucid A very short dream, not very vivid either. I was in the corridor outside my cooking class at school. I can't remember what I was doing completely but I was placing ingredients on a table. I then had a chat with my teacher and some other students in the class. That was about it. Not a very fun dream, the only thing I could remember.
Two weird short dreams... Dream one, I appear in my kitchen. Go out to the garage, get my skateboard, open the garage door, skate down the street (I believe it was around 9am) and I see some of my friends skateboarding in circles for like 15 seconds straight each, so I start imitating them. Can't remember anything else. Dream two, I'm in bed, I get up. I also appear to go to the kitchen, talk to my parents for a while, they tell me that they made , Kurabiedes a Greek Christmas sweet, and I find them in the freezer, covered in frosting (which I have never seen before)
Awake|Dreaming|Lucid This was a really weird dream. I had flashbacks more than once and in another dream. I woke up and fell asleep again, having the same flashbacks. But the last time, I found out where they were coming from . I was with a friend from school, in a huge empty room made of metal. I then saw the head teacher of our school walk at a fast speed away from us, into an obstacle course. I then teleported to a beach after having a flashback of a dwarf man with a metal sword-shaped suit. I then had a FA at the beach. I 'woke' up in a beach shack with some kids nearby. I had another flashback. I then noticed some Draugr things from Skyrim were breaching the door. I picked up a sword and began hacking away at them. I had a third flashback which woke me up. After waking up, I fell asleep again and had another dream. I started off in a prison, just outside a cell. I saw a skeleton man with big eyes. He was scraping skin off of a man, who said: "These are where your flashbacks came from!" then laughed. Just seconds after, I had a fourth flashback, but of the skeleton man killing a dwarf. I finally woke up and recorded in my DJ. I thought these dreams were really cool because they were related, but at the same time pretty creepy .
Awake|Dreaming|Lucid Finally found the time to catch up with my DJ entries. I was driving down a road with my friend. There was a hill next to the road with a small, thin dirt path running through it. There were lots of trees surrounding it so I could not really see the path that well. Me and a friend were trying to find a building but instead we found a cave. We went inside the cave and there was a stone ramp going up to the left of the entrance, starting from the back of the cave. I went up this ramp and found a dirt patch, which I felt I needed to dig up. It was like I had instincts going. I turned around and noticed my friend was searching around the other stone ramps located in the opposite direction. I went back to the dirt patch and pull the dirt off as if it was a blanket. I saw a turnip and quickly pulled it out. It started speaking to me but I can't remember what it said. I felt this dream was pretty cool
Whenever villagers are in trouble, they would always say, “Talk to THE girl.” Everyone in a neighborhood knows about an orphan girl who lives alone in a dark but warm basement. She is scared of going outside, so she spends her life in a cozy prison she called ‘house.’ Little kids around and adults alike, visit her ant like house occasionally to play computer. She has a room full of computers; she charges 10 bucks an hour of computer time as a way to make her living. People feel comfort, the kind you can have only in a mother’s womb while staying in her house. Probably because the girl with a mood of sweet loving sponge cake, greets everyone with a delightful smile of welcome. People who are tired from their life or in grief volunteer to stay in her house, cleaning. She is not alone; there are always computer geeks; who have fragile hearts, for accompaniment. They are the kind of people who like to be secluded from the world; seeing only through a small window called a screen. They each had their own story of being abandoned, of being hurt by the ‘scary’ outside world, full of predators. Everyone has their own vulnerable spot which was fully accepted by the girl who has the special talent; listening. She has an extraordinary communication style which allows each one of them to talk from his or her heart. There are not many out there who truly ‘listen’ to such frivolous small stories as she does. The girl has a way of giving a kind interest to anyone needed. It is not that she asked particular questions or talked in a skillful way. She would just quietly sit in a corner, and listen intently with her whole heart, and ‘see’ the person with her big black eyes full of twinkles that seems to contain a part of the universe. It does not matter whether a person is a failure or useless, their ruined, painful mind would soon be wide open for the talk. They would reflect themselves; unconsciously, like a mirror. They realize its own problems which are laid within oneself, and are derived to change positively. All the while the girl just magically ‘listens.’ The person would peek one’s face behind a door, still afraid, and slowly but eventually would open his mind little by little, without one’s notice. A talk will shyly start with one’s recent complaint or negative grumble, and then the person would gain confidence step by step to somehow bravely think of a bright resolution that he never thought of before. Unhappy and stressful person tired of the world would slowly regain their energy, becoming brighter with hope. It is truly amazing to see the process of a shivering and miserable child coming out of a shell as fully grown and bright ‘true self.’ The funny thing is… she is not cognitive to this power. The action is out from her unconscious; her loving heart to genuinely care for each individual, offering help. She is a typical girl who would not stand out in any group. She has her own problem as well. It was late at night. She was making a snack that would bring more joy to everyone. She heard few faint knock on a door. She smiled, ‘Probably a USB left by Rob.’ As she was about to open, she noticed pastel coloured letters attached to the door. She could not figure out the writings in darkness, so she lit up a light for a better view. They were…… thank you letters, encouraging words. From people she unconsciously helped. Tears gathered in her eyes. She is touched by such… … such kindness. ‘The world is brighter than I thought.’ She can not exactly spot a moment when she first started feeling hesitant to go outside. She was raised by a single mother who devoted her entire life trying to create the ‘perfect’ music. The mother had lost her almost perfect son, killed by asthma. The sorrow made the mother obsess over her new born girl whose life was set to become the greatest musician the world has ever known. The girl was a living puppet; following orders and lessons automatically, she would get severely punished for any kinds of mistake. Spanking to shivering and standing nakedly outside. Discontent was not an option for the piteous little girl. How could she ever ‘trust’ someone while her own mother hates her? She chose to suffer in silence, which her mother thought was the only thing she’s good at. The girl got more terrified with her sparrow like singing always negatively criticized by her mother. It was like any other monotone day, the girl received a phone call of her mother’s death; from an accidental car crash. The orphan girl never left the house ever since; resting… … till this day. She made a firm promise with tightly gripped hands, and finally spoke something she has not done these past few years; with her beautiful, rhythmic voice, “I will see the light of tomorrow.”
Updated 07-18-2012 at 09:41 PM by 54881
07.13.20127/13/12 No Dream Recall (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I couldn't remember anything, and I most likely was not going to have any fulfilling dreams in the first place. I have to wait a few hours until my next flights comes because I couldn't reach my previous flight. Why is it that I get bad luck with these type of things? One moment I think I'm on the right path, and then some delay comes and ruins my day. Ugh. Since I have like 5-6 hours to wait here at the airport, I might as well find something to do, so maybe I'll do a mini tl;dr here.....probably not. Anyway, I honestly do not know what else to do with dreaming at the moment, except to actually get lucid often to try shared dreaming attempts. I am open to the possibility of shared dreaming, and I know there's going to be skeptics of it because there really isn't any tangible "proof" or "truth" unless one experiences it for themselves. But things like shared dreaming doesn't seem worthwhile to prove someone wrong who professed it to be nonsense and absurd, it's really one of those things you and your partner(s) should seek joy for each other, and not to just "win" an argument on beyond dreaming aspects. Shared dreaming, for those with practical realities, is just archetypes and coincidence. ............... I'm going to stop there. I'm too lazy to start talking to myself here.
Not the Favorite Child Alarm Infiltrated Dream I dreamed that I was hearing someone talk about how they were not the favorite child, and I thought to myself how I was not either. I used a very specific phrase which was a little odd for me, but it was spoken a bit to formally. I thought it was well said, and interested that I would think of those words. I also thought I would remember that I said it that way, but I don't remember the phrase. I woke up hearing a woman's voice on NPR. I can't be certain, but I know for myself that the alarm had infiltrated my dream. I seemed to be responding to something. I know it was the alarm. I Didn't Do It I was at some kind of camp. I was watching a martial arts tournament. The scoring was kept by finger paints. At one point, I got my pinky, ring finger, and index finger in the green paint. I made dots on the concrete. My friend Mike S. got his fingers full of paint, then marked the board to change the score in the tournament. The score keeper saw it, but they were friends, so the score keeper, a heavy sat guy named Raginal or Raginald left his post so he could claim he didn't notice. Then someone came running out claiming that someone cheated. A lady came out to see if this was true. It came to light that someone had been washing a sink. Then Reginal was back in his chair. The lady then came to me and saw my fingers still had some green paint on them. I started to explain to this women who was in a pond trying to catch little fish with her hand, that I had gotten paint on my fingers, but then I maid these marks on the cement as if I'd typed Ctrl+ P (even though the marks showed a design of Ctrl + Shift + P. The lady said, "Control P?" I said, "Yea, for "Print." If I just made a mark, that would have been unimaginative!" I tried to explain that the sink had been cleaned because someone else had painted the board and they had to clean their hands, and I was hoping that--what's his name?" The lady said "Reginal." I went into this thing about Oh yea, and how I really liked him even before I joined the camp. We really connected as friends, and I was hoping the (here I spoke up so Reginal would hear me) ..."Reginal would speak up and tell the truth because he saw what happened!" I never got it all out, but I was working on it. I woke up.
Updated 07-13-2012 at 02:46 PM by 41873 (I remembered a dream fragment)
Hello once again all of you, wich is reading my DJ. It starts out in my house, the landscape outside is snowy and apocalyptic like, the air is dark and so is the sky. The sun looks like it is dying in a way. I do a RC, this is where it gets weird. I realize i am dreaming, but my RC is not working. the dreamscape flickers, and i am standing in another dream, where i do a RC, it fails to. Yet, i realize i am dreaming (My RC is holding my nose and blowing, if air comes out i am dreaming, if not i am awake. I attempt it about 5 times, but i am still dreaming. In my dream i just have this feeling of being super strong. Please note, that this is one of the most vivid dreams i have ever had, everything ressembles reality, all details. Everything. i walk back inside my house, it is no longer my house, it is my old school, there are people there. It looks like a refugee. i fly up to a window, and inside there, i get attacked by this enourmous black man. i stop him like he was a fly, and i carry him to a room with other people, where i procced to break his left arm, he is in shock over how strong i am. he starts smoking some weed, ( i have never tried weed, but i want to try it in my dream ) so i take it from him, this makes him go into a tragic/Shock / rage like state, he begs me to give him his weed back, i say no. eventually i give it back to him . He tries to escape, i am also very much, faster than him. I grab him , and carry him back over my head, i tell him that he will never be able to escape me, a friend of mine got some powder like rainbow looking substance, i take some of it. and i end up with razors inside my mouth, i go and spit them out in the sink, hoping that i wont cut the inside of my mouth with them. Then i wake up.
I was in DV IRC, I started talking about Katamari. I saw only the text and a sort of screen, nothing else. As my thoughts became more focused on Katamari, the theme song started playing in my head or in the dream itself. I suddenly heard my father and a friend of mine talking downstairs. I was confused, why would my friend be at my house so early in the morning? I used the nose plug RC four times to be absolutely certain I was dreaming, my friend's voice sounded so clear and real. Once I was satisfied, my next thought was: I need to stabilize. I remembered that visualizing stabilization doesn't work if I'm dreaming, so I moved my hands and started rubbing them together. That friction felt too real. I RCed again, and I was awake. I had rubbed my real hands together.
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