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Didn't have even a moment of lucidity. Felt a bit disappointed.

Scribbles that I can't read but I'll write what I remember.

Scary

Bedroom with huge spiders. Nightmare maybe.

Kingdom

I was in some sort of medieval themed kingdom maybe magic. Was in the dungeon underneath it and trying to escape it.

Quests

I was in something like a dorm room initially in bedroom. Me and some folks were to complete some quests. Included taking over pirate ship, a sort of gladiator arena. I think the last one was like a cave that was in a mountain cliff. I remember my ex was there on the pirate ship and at the end. I recall in the arena was Bruce Lee. We were transported in between each segment by some small person sized portal. The last area was some sort of floating platform? It was like some floor made of white stone and stairs but there no walls just the sky. I didn't get a good look though.


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Notes: I failed really. I was tired and uninspired. I wasn't paying as much attention to my feelings.

37 МиниОС (4) от 14 января 2012
Осознался от того, что зашёл в одном здании вышел из другого. Сразу вспомнил про эксперимент. Хотел заскользить назад, но вместо этого упал на спину. Упал как бы не до конца - некоторое время лежал в нескольких сантиметрах над землёй. Потом решил выпрямиться, и меня выкинуло в реал.

Выводы:
1. Зашел в одно здание, а вышел из другого.
2. Заскользить назад не вышло - упал и проснулся.


[b] 37 Mini-LD (4) dated January 14, 2012 [/ b]
I realized that I had entered one building and left another. I immediately remembered the experiment. I wanted to slip back, but instead fell on my back. It fell, as it were, not to the end - for some time lay a few centimeters above the ground. Then I decided to straighten up, and I was thrown into real life.

[b] Findings: [/ b]
1. I went into one building, and left another.
2. Sliding back did not work - fell and woke up.

36 ОС (3) от 12 января 2012.
Перемещение в другое место


Стоял на горке. Заподозрил, что это сон. Посмотрел на руки. Убедился, что я во сне и подумал:"Вот почему у меня Осов долго не было - я забывал на руки смотреть". Визуально пальцев было 5, решил их пересчитать, всё поплыли - бросил это занятие. Вспомнил про эксперимент. И попробовал скользить назад. Думал так: На горку я поднимался по ступенькам, и по идеи если буду скользить назад, то или упаду, или пройдусь по воздуху. Оказалось ни то ни это - вынесло в реал. Перед тем как вынести, обстановка сна стала расплывчатой.

Вернулся в сон.
Осознался неподалёку от того места, где был в предыдущем сне. Но торопиться с экспериментом не стал, помнил предыдущий опыт. Побежал в сторону проезжей части. Свернул на неё подпрыгнул и подумал:"Ветер отнеси меня к "редкивиту" и его синему пятну. Взлетать я не стал, продолжал бежать по дороге подпрыгивая на 10-20 метров. Справа от дороги были деревянные дома, по ним я и ориентировался с высотой. Подпрыгивал до их крыш. Машины хоть и ездили по дороге, но мне не мешали. Про себя подумал, что как только возникнут проблемы с декорацией сна, сразу начну скользить назад. Когда я добежал до конца одного района и начала другого, я услышал хруст, будто треснула ветка дерева. Декорация сна стала портиться. И я в прыжке стал скользить назад, из воздуха т.е.
Тут самое интересное. Сначала я почувствовал своё физическое тело в реале, потом погружение в сон. Точно такое же ощущение было, когда падал на спину и меня вынесло в декорацию моей квартиры. На этот раз я оказался не в своей квартире, а в какой-то не знакомой комнате. В комнате было темно. Тут мне сверху падает посылка: Серая обёртка размером как для журналов. Я сразу вспомнил, что Ясновидец описывал, как у него во сне сверху посыпались игрушки. Вскрываю посылку. Вижу какую-то красную корочку. Сверху на ней надписи начинающие на Х. Хейчал вроде бы, слово плыло, и ещё одно точно запомнил - Хомул. Только подумал, что по цвету напоминает документ, как на военном билете цвет. Тут же по серёдке читаю РФССР (возможно точнее было написано РФСФР). Переворачиваю эту корочку. Вижу уже картонную бумагу, прочитал фамилию своей одногрупницы, а вот имя другое опять буквы поплыли. Откладываю корочку, достаю следующее. Сам думаю надо найти для кого эта посылка. Подумал тут же результат. Вижу на следующей бумаге надпись напечатанную: Для кого. Длинная черта снизу, и на ней ручкой синей пастой: Фейчан-Уатчан. Подумал может быть форумчан. Всё плывут буквы, читать невозможно. Далее разворачиваю. Цветная глянцевая бумага. Рисунок паренька и вокруг линии - типа детской игры найди выход из лабиринта. Сверху бумаги надпись Анекдоты и под ней слова, в которых неправильные буквы. Надпись не плыла, просто буквы всяко разно написаны, где зеркально, где еще не пойми как. Подумал, что во сне любое из этих заданий выполнить невозможно. Оказалось, что пока я разбирал посылку, в комнате находились спрайты. Двое из них, молодых парней, (хотя и лиц их я не видел как бы тёмный силуэт человека) врубили на сотовом музыку - РЭП какой-то. Подошли мне со спины, и встали вплотную. Я развернулся и выбил из рук у них телефон. Музыка тут же затихла. И буквально через пару секунд в реале звонит будильник.

Выводы:
1) Не удалось пересчитать пальцы - зрение "поплыло", все пальцы оказались смазаны.
2) После скольжения назад проснулся, а затем быстро вернулся в сон.
3) Прыжки во сне были довольно высокие.
4) Странный звук "хруст сломанной ветки дерева" на границе двух районов.
5) Переместился в незнакомую комнату. При этом сначала почувствовал физическое тело, а потом процесс погружения в сон. Как будто на глубину в воду занырнул.
6) Сверху упала посылка. До этого в реале читал у пользователя с ником "Ясновидец", как у него игрушки сверху падали.
7) Некоторые надписи читались нормально, в других были ошибки, третьи расплывались перед глазами. Причем очень трудно запомнить правильное написание надписей.
8 ) Внутри посылки был рисунок лабиринта.
9) С музыкой РЭПом странно то, что, как только я ее вырубил во сне, сразу услышал звонок будильника с реала.


36 LD (3) January 12, 2012.
Moving to another place

I stood on a children's slide. I suspected it was a dream. I looked at my hands. I was convinced that I was in a dream and thought: "That's why I had no lucid dreams for a long time - I forgot to look at my hands." Visually, there were 5 fingers, I decided to count them, everyone sailed - quit this lesson.
I remembered about the experiment. And tried to slide back. I thought this way: I climbed the children's slide up the stairs, and according to the idea, if I slide back, I will either fall or walk through the air. It turned out neither this nor that - made it into real life. Before making it, the sleep environment became vague.

I am back in a dream.
Confessed not far from the place where I was in a previous dream. But I did not rush into the experiment, I remembered the previous experience.
I ran towards the roadway. I turned on her and jumped and thought: "The wind carry me to the" redwinecat"and its blue spot. I did not take off, continued to run along the road, bouncing 10-20 meters. To the right of the road were wooden houses, and I was guided by them with height. Bounced to their roofs.
Although cars drove along the road, they didn't bother me. I thought to myself that as soon as problems arise with the decoration of dream, I will immediately begin to slide back. When I reached the end of one area and the beginning of another, I heard a crunch, as if a tree branch had cracked. The scenery of sleep began to deteriorate. And I began to slide back in a jump, that is, from the air.

Here is the most interesting. At first I felt my physical body in real life, then I fell into a dream. It was exactly the same feeling when I fell on my back and carried me into the decoration of my apartment. This time I was not in my apartment, but in some unfamiliar room. The room was dark. Then a package falls on top of me: A gray wrapper the size of a magazine. I immediately remembered that the Clairvoyant described how toys had been falling from above in his sleep. I open the package. I see some red crust. On top of it there are inscriptions beginning with H. Heichal, it seems, the word was floating, and he definitely remembered one more - Homul.
I just thought that it resembles a document in color, like color on a military ID. Immediately I read the heart of the RFSSR (perhaps more precisely it was written by the RFSFR).
Turn this crust over. I already see cardboard paper, I read the name of my classmate, but another name again floated letters. Putting off the crust, I get the following. I myself think I need to find for whom this package. I immediately thought of the result. I see on the next paper an inscription printed: For whom. A long line at the bottom, and on it with a pen in blue paste: Feichang-Uatchan.
Thought maybe forum users. All the letters are floating, it is impossible to read. Next, deploy. Colored glossy paper. Figure of a guy and around the line - like a child’s game, find a way out of the maze. On top of the paper is the inscription Jokes and below it are words in which the letters are incorrect. The inscription did not float, just the letters are written in different ways, where it is mirrored, where you still do not understand how. I thought that in a dream any of these tasks could not be completed. It turned out that while I was sorting the package, there were sprites in the room. Two of them, young guys (although I didn’t see their faces as if the dark silhouette of a man) hacked into cellular music - some kind of REP. They approached me from the back, and stood close. I turned around and knocked the phone out of their hands. The music calmed down right away. And literally in a couple of seconds in real life the alarm rings.

Findings:
1) Failed to count the fingers - vision "floated", all fingers were blurry.
2) After sliding back, I woke up, and then quickly returned to dream.
3) The jumps in the dream were quite high.
4) The strange sound of "crunching a broken tree branch" on the border of two areas.
5) Moved to an unfamiliar room. In this case, I first felt the physical body, and then the process of immersion in dream. As if diving deep into the water.
6) The package fell on top. Before that, in real life, I read with a user with the nickname “Clairvoyant”, how his toys fell from above.
7) Some inscriptions were read normally, others had errors, others blurred before my eyes. Moreover, it is very difficult to remember the correct spelling of inscriptions.
8) Inside the parcel was a drawing of a maze.
9) What is strange about REP music is that as soon as I knocked it out in a dream, I immediately heard the alarm from the real world.

I'm inside of a building, in Jersey City, NJ. I'm on the top floor. Two man pass by and grab red condoms, one each, from a basket near the exit door. They exit the room, and I'm watching from behind. I aproach the door and across the stair I see a man sleeping in a hospital bed. My vision zooms in, and I could see clearly is John Travolta. He is sleeping deeply after a long travel; I notice he is too close to an edge of the small room, sure enough he rolls over the bed rails and falls to a deeper ground level. I see how he rolls in his blanket, like a burrito, until I loose sight of him. I levitate down towards him and try to focus my view, since is darker in this area. I see him getting out of a small door, he seems confused, and I help him getting back to bed, then I exit the room.

To say the two women had no distinguishing features would be a lie. But it was unimaginably dark the moment we headed down the corridor, there was never a chance I could see their faces. We passed a door to the left that opened to a small bathroom. The glass door at the other side of the corridor was the only visible thing in the darkness. The mood was abnormally silent and eerie. They stopped before a door to the right about halfway through. When I went inside, I saw only a bed and a couch in an otherwise empty room. The two women spoke between themselves while I found myself comfortable.

The both of them were well versed in lucid dreaming. I saw a person standing beside me, perhaps another student? I tried to listen to their lessons and attempted to become lucid. We would gather each night for our sessions. Every time the lesson ended, our teachers would lead us back down the corridor into a separate bedroom. I never knew who the women were, their names, nor were they in any way familiar to me. They were very patient with us, however. We would always practice during the late hours of the night.

Sometimes, the place we stayed in changed overnight. One time we slept inside a vacant office. The room had a series of shelves around its walls with nuts, bolts, and other stuff, and a desk with a small T.V. There was a cooking show on screen about an Argentinian chef preparing an alluring sauce. Another time we were sitting outside the women's porch. I remained puzzled as to how it was we kept changing places.

A ghost resided in the house. The first time I saw it, it had brushed past us while we were on the corridor. The ghost would always follow the same route from the glass door to the bathroom. Though it never materialized, I believed it was a small child. The women were aware of the ghost but did not feared it. The ghost never bothered with our lessons, but I never stopped being scared of it.

During one particular night, one of the women delved into the many methods for attaining lucidity. Sitting on the couch the two practitioners guided us through their teachings. Suddenly, I could mentally see each lesson like choices on a menu screen. From the five on display (which I can't remember), I decided on the first one and gave it a chance. Immediately my body went numb, as if with sleep paralysis. An ever growing pressure settled on both sides of my neck. Anxious, I tried to shake it off, but my body would not move. As if responding to my fear, the pressing subsided. When we finished that night, one of the women stood beside me and thanked a disembodied presence for our well-being.

* * *

I try moving my hands but notice they are tied to a pole. It is very dark in here, wherever I am. I am, again, bordering on the threshold of lucidity. I remember discussing lucid dreaming with two other people. We don't seem to have a body with us while the conversation takes place.

In which I have several short dreams...

One - Lucy has turned into a sun bear. She doesn't seem to mind.

Two - Lucy and I are walking down the ramp into town. There is a small black bear picking blackberries off the vines growing over the railing. We must edge past it without scaring it. I'm more than a little scared, but it does not occur to me to turn around. I drag Lucy past.

Three - I'm on a visit. N is there. We argue about the upcoming election. It's tedious. She's smug and infuriating. I feel rage.

Woke up after ~4 hours of sleep and decided to give WILD another go. Included some SSILD because it makes transitioning easier (or possible?) for me.

Everything went well with me waiting in a deeply relaxed state until I felt REM setting in after some time. Then, a familiar feeling of being pulled in started but I got distracted by someone coming in my room and talking to me. I wasn't sure if this was real, though I should have known better by now...

After a short non-lucid dream I started another try. This was almost the same as before except I was prepared now and didn't care for any hallucinations. When I felt the transition was over I slowly got up - my whole body was extremely heavy and I could barely move. So, I focused on the feeling of gravity (or the lack thereof) which immediately improved things. I walked through the house and left straight through the door (only a slight pressure while passing through). Outside I started hovering in the air but suddenly there was a glitch in the dream and I was back inside, in front of the door again. This time I floated through the window and then examined my surroudings outside. Looking around, I once again could barely believe the detail and vividness of the dream. I flew around a bit and got to a small beautiful cottage. For some reason I suddenly felt sexually aroused and wasn't too surprised when I found a DC sitting in a hanging chair in front of the cottage. But first I went around the garden and - wondering if I have ever smelled something in a dream - stuck my nose in flowers etc. There were some strange yellow-purple bananas and large pink flowers - the latter had indeed an intense, pleasant scent to them. Afterwards I went back to the DC and had sex with him which was a quite short but rather enjoyable and interesting experience. Then I woke up and went back to normal sleep.

The dream begins in New York City and I sense something out of my vision, so I go to check it out. Now then, it must be noted that NYC is actually the key area of my favorite dream, so it's natural to say I kind of incubated this.

I re-experience my best flying dream, SOAR, where I see the clouds trail by in the blue sky, feeling the wind blow past my face. I grab a cloud and feel it against my skin, with my previous shout "Sugoi" used as a powerful anchor.

This transition is actually kind of similar to the original SOAR. Although I didn't use an ability to help someone, the casual manner in which I twisted myself with the scene transition is almost like deja vu. Here is the original for comparison: "The blue peaceful field fills my vision, as the white fluffy clouds trail by, some big, but most of them long and thin. Gentle music begins playing in the background, a bit like a movie soundtrack (but soft enough to be unrecognizable). With the wind blowing in my face, I feel exhilarated. I feel a little bit nervous with butterflies in my stomach, however, as I tilt left and right, up and down, soon enough the pleasure of flying overcomes that nervousness. I feel free, I feel liberated, I feel fulfilled, I feel astonished. With the music slowly building upwards, the scene is so impressive I cannot help but exclaim: "Sugoi!!!""

So now you know more about SOAR. Let's move on.

The scene transitions and I lower myself down to the ground, where I am in CHARISMABBY, a dream where I hung out with my crush in Taj Mahal. With the sweet nostalgia remaining in the background, I see a golden diamond trinket in the middle of the hallway, and pick it up.

Now, CHARISMABBY is a remarkably short dream with not much to mention other than the fact that a country pop song played near the end, and I ran out of time for goals. However, I forgot to mention in the short version, it's a golden diamond because it represents my crush herself. In an excerpt of the dream, it says "Her laugh is contagious and her smile dazzles with light glinting off of her teeth, and with the light reflecting off of her hair too. Though I cannot remember an actual conversation, I feel greatly fulfilled merely by her presence and happiness." As you can see, it's clear that the dream and the girl was precious to me, that's why it was shown as me gathering a diamond.

With CHARISMABBY out of the way, let's talk about Beautiful Garden and New Telekinesis.

" I then see myself in a big beautiful garden from my dream New Telekinesis, and pick a flower from below. "

Okay, so this one's really short, and might actually be kind of a false memory, but I could've sworn this happened. The main reason why this is a little strange is that Beautiful Garden is a dream from really long ago, with details that imply I felt trapped, with a house filled with security and an overly strict mother sheltering her child. I used my powers to help her out and show off while standing in a field of flowers. However, you could argue that it's perfectly natural for this dream to be in ENIGMA, after all, SOAR displayed my freedom, and without the locked door shown, the red flower both represents a devotion to the new life, and could be a tribute to the previous scene about my crush.

This leads to another completely different scene: I'm in Ice, Ice Baby, where I had experimented with ice powers in a cold landscape. I see a hint of the northern lights...

Okay so Ice Ice Baby seems like your classic lucid dream, except I actually had a close call in the beginning as I was in camera view and had trouble stabilizing until I waited a while. The dream also kind of speaks volumes about my independence and my rational nature (as related to Piano Battle, but that's another matter entirely). What's curious is that in the original dream "Let it Go" and "The Greatest Show" started playing as a remix, while in ENIGMA it focused more on the visuals, with the next scene inferring the music that would happen in the background.

I transition this to complete darkness, resembling TRUE SYNESTHESIA, where I had seen music as colors. Here the colors flow very nicely, as if the song originally from CHARISMABBY had been transposed to this dream.

Unfortunately, it's quite difficult to recall the exact colors. I think it was a little of... red? Blue? Purple ish? Pretty normal stuff. With the songs from CHARISMA and Ice Ice not played directly, it's cool that this scene implies what they would look like. Overall, it's quite curious how all the re-experiences dulled down the sounds, but had visuals to compensate, and a mystery feeling overall. The soundtrack was kind of ambient, actually. It was brooding in the background, seemingly building up to this moment.

I become lucid and summon my dream guide to talk to her for a while. The rest of the dream is in darkness, but it is reaffirming the strength of the beginning.

So the ending is actually very unusual for a 6/5 dream, and still unusual even for a 5/5, and still yet somewhat strange for any dream. I've never really kind of "meditated" in the dark for what seems like half the dream, but that's what it seemed like occurred near the end. I just sat in the dark. Also, I forgot to transcribe here that I asked for permission to show the dream in different order -- because it didn't seem to matter at the time-- and she agreed. But I honestly am not sure what dream me was thinking. Yes, It seems somewhat logical that maybe I could describe this ending with SOAR, a powerful climax, but that would just lead to it being compared to the original dream. I believe that it started out with the strongest and best, so that the rest could complement well without having to compete (as such, why I don't list ENIGMA in my top 10, as it is a different kind of dream).

And I feel like TRUE SYNESTHESIA should indeed be the ending as it is here, as the rest of dream is dark just like the original. There's no point going bright again. Now, you can argue that you can swap around CHARISMA, Ice, and Garden, but it's actually pretty hard. The two slightly romantic scenes separated the two independence theme ideas, which is actually critical. If Ice happened right after Flight, it seems a strange transition as Ice is still a great exploration and dominance of power. Garden afterwards is also a little difficult, as I am standing completely still, making it a little too quick of a movement stop. In a way, ENIGMA is already perfect with the flying upwards gradually slowing down to a stroll to take the diamond, followed by picking up a flower, then moving to a landscape complete opposite where everything is cold yet still shows the same theme, and finally the dark conclusion.

(Just FYI, if I had these dreams in the order they occurred IRL, it would be: [2015] Garden, OZ, [2016] SOAR, CHARISMABBY, [2017] TRUE SYNTH, [2018] Ice)

Of course, the dream guide wasn't necessary to solidify the dream. But I feel like my question is actually quite interesting. I wanted to make ENIGMA even more mysterious than it currently was; I even made a puzzle IRL to correspond to the easter egg feeling of the dream. But it's clear from analysis, the dream was through and through perfect.

Alright, you're probably curious why OZ wasn't re-experienced and what that means, considering OZ is my favorite dream. Firstly, OZ's beginning is actually quite dangerous; I tried experimenting the bad side of that and it was not good. Cars were zooming by dangerously, and that is risky. Next, the main idea of OZ is breaking the limits of lucidity. I had asked my subconscious to : show me something hilarious, inspire me, go to the sea, go 20,000 leagues under, then ask Mastermind how he faked his death. Now, the first four could definitely be redone, so what's the problem? ENIGMA actually clearly has its own themes.

Except for the last scene, I am completely alone, and so each scene stresses my freedom, and my exploration of these past scenes. The funny scene was necessary to leave the dangerous cars behind and establish a strong break away, while ENIGMA does not need that. The Inspiration is also not needed as SOAR is more than enough. The big question is then, why not under the sea? This is quite difficult to answer. Online it says sea means "your calm mind, fluctuating emotions and internal strength", which doesn't exactly contradict anything from Enigma. My personal interpretation is that I already know my feelings, I'm already confident in myself. In the past, I've needed to seek forth my feelings and tackle them. However, by collecting the diamond in CHARISMA, the flower from Garden, it's clearly shown that I understand and accept these feelings from the past and their effect on the present.

Awake|Dreaming|Lucid

Been away for a while now. I've had this troubling theme of war and big bombs.

I'm by some kind of half circled arena and there is a kid in the middle. He is to show us his invention and there is a prize to the person who has the best invention. He shows us his rocket and it starts. It flies up in the sky and there is a big explosion, but it doesn't end there. There is another rocket coming from the explosion and one more time. After some explosions there is only a very small rocket left. This small rocket fires of the biggest explosion of them all. The kid won the competition and got a golden slipper.

I'm by an army camp and they are training for war. There is a big airplane flying very close to the ground and it's releasing big bombs of different sizes and shapes. I think it's weird that it isn't only loaded with one kind of bomb.

I'm by our summer place and I fly with some people. I'm not that good and it's really hard to fly. I don't even manage to fly off the ground. This was a scary dream but I don't remember what was scary.

Notes: Me and my mom talked about war and it's negative effects.

35 ОС (2) от 6 января 2012
Пойти спиной назад
Сюжет неосознанной части был таков: я бегал в каком-то здании в поиске стены, которая давала силу. В конце концов я её нашёл. С какими-то спрайтами я стал спускаться по ступенькам, и тут ступеньки пошли вверх. Я подумал: "Это лестница Лэшера" (Правильно было бы сказать Эшера). Развернулся и стал спускаться вниз. Вышел в коридор. Дошёл до конца коридора. Слева от него была дверь, впереди стенка. Я открыл дверь - там была ещё лестница, и по ней ходили спрайты. От туда веяло какой-то чужеродностью, и я закрыл дверь. Сделал пару шагов по коридору и осознался. Далее мои мысли были чёткими без эмоций и дополнительных слов. "Надо пойти спиной назад". Коридор стал отдаляться. Когда я прошёл то место, где была стена, подумал: "Таким образом точно можно проходить сквозь стены". Идти с самого начала спиной назад было трудно, воздух был будто бы вязкий, сковывал все движения. Постепенно коридор становился всё дальше и дальше. Спрайты с которыми я в него заходил виднелись всё меньших размеров. Постепенно окружающие стены растаяли, и я оказался на подземной стоянке. Кругом стояли старые автомобили, некоторые без колёс. Я продолжал идти спиной назад и думал: "Надо найти источник синего пламени." Тут я вижу, что в мою сторону идёт девушка. Лица её я не рассмотрел, заметил только длинные волосы, брюнетка, и одета по моему в белое платье. Мелькнула мысль, что это может быть сновидящий, но потом я подумал, что тогда она должна была идти то же спиной назад. Я постарался от неё оторваться, шагать быстрее. Но воздух стал ещё более вязким. Она же хоть и шла медленно, но быстро приближалась ко мне. Когда до меня ей оставалось дойти примерно 5 шагов, я развернулся, чтобы идти вперёд быстрее, и тут же вылетел из сна.

Выводы:
1. Столкнулся с искривляющейся лестницей. Название вспомнил с ошибкой. Лестница Эшера.
2. Почувствовал чужеродность за дверью.
3. Пошел спиной назад. Сначала отдалился коридор. Потом я прошел сквозь стену, и оказался в другой локации. А затем воздух стал вязким.
4. Источник синего пламени - это так же относится к эксперименту с пещерой. Хотел таким образом прийти туда, но не вышло.

35 LD (2) January 6, 2012
Go Back to back ((Забавно, что по английски спина человека и идти назад переводятся одним словом - back). (It's funny that in English a person’s back and go back are translated in one word - the back).
The plot of the unconscious part was this: I ran in some building in search of a wall that gave strength. In the end, I found her. With some sprites, I began to go down the stairs, and then the stairs went up. I thought: “This is the ladder of Lasher” (It would be right to say Escher). Turned around and began to go down.
I went out into the corridor. I reached the end of the corridor. To his left was a door, in front of a wall. I opened the door - there was still a ladder, and sprites walked on it. A sort of alienness blew from there, and I closed the door.
I took a couple of steps along the corridor and confessed. Further, my thoughts were clear without emotions and additional words. "I have to go back to back."
The corridor began to move away. When I went through the place where the wall was, I thought: "So you can definitely go through the walls."
It was difficult to go back to back from the very beginning, the air was as if viscous, constraining all movements. Gradually, the corridor grew farther and farther. The sprites with which I went into it were visible all smaller. Gradually, the surrounding walls melted, and I ended up in an underground parking lot.
All around were old cars, some without wheels. I continued to walk backwards and thought: “I need to find the source of the blue flame.”
Then I see that a girl is walking in my direction. I did not examine her faces, I noticed only long hair, a brunette, and is dressed in my opinion in a white dress. The thought flickered that it could be a dreamer, but then I thought that then she had to go the same backwards. I tried to tear myself away from her, walk faster. But the air has become even more viscous. Although she walked slowly, she quickly approached me. When she had to walk about 5 steps to me, I turned to go forward faster, and immediately flew out of dream.

Findings:
1. Faced a curving staircase. The name is remembered with an error. Escher's staircase.
2. Felt alien outside the door.
3. Went back to back. At first the corridor moved away. Then I went through the wall, and ended up in a different location. And then the air became viscous.
4. Source of the blue flame - this also applies to the experiment with the cave. I wanted to come there in this way, but it did not work out.

34 ОС (1) от 4 января 2012
Лягушоид. Луг, окружённый зданиями
Я находился на территории университета. Пообщавшись с одногрупниками, решил пойти по делам. Но по пути мне дорогу преградило животное. Размером с телёнка, зелёного цвета, лягушачья морда. Я стал отходить от этого зверя в сторону второго корпуса универа. Зверь же шёл за мной. Забежал во второй корпус. Увидел, что на той стороне то же есть проход, и за ним идёт дождь. С этой же стороны светило солнце. Не удивился этому. Решил пройти по второму этажу, через столовую. Поднялся на второй этаж, дошёл до конца коридора. Но выхода в столовую не нашёл. Где бы не открывал дверь, оказывался в другой комнате. В одной из таких комнат спросил парня, как мне отсюда выбраться. Тот сказал, что в коридоре надо подтянутся на турнике. "Странный какой-то способ выбраться", - подумал я. Но опять не осознался. Подошёл к этому турнику (деревянная палка, державшаяся на поручнях). Подтянулся, и моя голова прошла сквозь потолок. Вот тут я уже осознался.

Далее я оказываюсь на чердаке. Там валяются какие-то бумаги с цифрами. Пытаюсь их прочитать. Запомнил начало и конец чисел 371………..372. Потом другая бумага с номером . Прочитал её. Пожелал оказаться в пещере "Винного кота". Встал на чердаке в полный рост, дошёл до ступенек, неизвестно откуда появившихся. Спустился по ним, и оказался в совершенно другом месте.

Я оказался на лугу, который окружали высотные здания. На зданиях были балконы покрашенные в синий цвет. Было такое чувство, будто я сам создаю это СП. Ещё подумал: "Интересная у меня пещера получается, луг с кучей цветов, и высотные здания вокруг". Рядом появилась девушка, которую я знаю по реалу. Начала звать меня: "Мол пошли отсюда, здесь всё равно никого нет". Я не обращал на неё внимание, продолжал искать людей. Увидел среди цветов мужчину в белых одеждах. Подумал, что это может быть Ясновидец. Девушка же походу дела прочитала мои мысли, так как пошла в сторону мужика со словами: "Я пластический хирург, я из него кого хочешь сделаю, да и из тебя кого хочешь могу сделать." Когда она до него дошла, я переместился в свою комнату.

Оказался в своей комнате, в руках держу два ножа. Пошёл в сторону балкона. Один нож куда-то делся. Стою на балконе и рассуждаю: "Вот я и в ОС, чем бы заняться." Попробовал посоздавать спрайтов внизу - не вышло. Создать предмет в руке тоже не получилось. Тогда решил кинуть нож и сделать так, чтобы он вернулся ко мне в руку. Стоило только его кинуть, как сразу перенесло в постель.

Лежу в постели, вокруг спрайты между собой о чём то разговаривают, на меня ноль внимания. Через некоторое время просыпаюсь уже по настоящему.

Выводы:
1. Встретил странное существо теленок с лягушачей мордой.
2. Не сумел найти вход в столовую, хотя он есть в реале.
3. Осознался после того, как подтянулся сквозь потолок.
4. Видел странные бумаги с цифрами.
5. Пещера винного кота - это был эксперимент на другом форуме - попасть в общее сновиденное пространство пещеру. "Винный кот" - создал эту пещеру в своем ОСе. Отдельный признак был синий цвет.
6. Чувствовал, что я сам создаю это пространство, точнее мое подсознание.
7. Интересен персонаж девушки. Действовала довольно разумно.
8. Создать спрайтов и создать предмет силой мысли не вышло.
9. Ножик, как бумеранг, в руку не вернулся.
10. Словил ЛП - ложное просыпание.

34 LD (1) dated January 4, 2012
The frogoid. Meadow surrounded by buildings

I was at the university. After talking with classmates, I decided to go about business. But along the way, an animal blocked my path. The size of a calf, green, frog face. I began to move away from this beast towards the second building of the university. The beast followed me.
I ran into the second building. I saw that on the other side there is a passage, and after it it rains. The sun was shining from the same side. I was not surprised at this.
I decided to go up the second floor, through the dining room. Climbed to the second floor, reached the end of the corridor. But I did not find an exit to the dining room. Wherever the door opens, I find myself in another room. In one of these rooms I asked a guy how to get out of here. He said that in the corridor you need to catch up on the horizontal bar. Some strange way to get out, I thought. But again, I did not realize.
I went up to this horizontal bar (a wooden stick held on handrails). I pulled myself up and my head went through the ceiling. Here I already realized.

Next, I find myself in the attic. There are some papers with numbers lying around. I'm trying to read them. I remembered the beginning and the end of the numbers 371 .............. 372. Then another paper with a number. I read it. He wished to be in the cave "Wine Cat". I stood in the attic at full height, reached the steps that appeared from nowhere. I went down them and ended up in a completely different place.

I ended up in a meadow surrounded by tall buildings. The buildings had balconies painted blue. It felt like I was creating this space myself.
Nearby appeared a girl whom I know in real life. She began to call me: "They say they went from here, there’s still nobody here." I did not pay attention to her, continued to search for people. I saw among the flowers a man in white robes. I thought it could be Clairvoyant.
The girl, on a hike, read my thoughts, as she went to the side of the peasant with the words: “I’m a plastic surgeon. When she reached him, I moved to my room.


I ended up in my room, holding two knives in my hands. I went towards the balcony. One knife has gone somewhere. I stand on the balcony and argue: "Here I am in the LD, what to do." I tried to create sprites below - it did not work. To create an item in the hand also failed. Then I decided to throw a knife and make it return to my hand. As soon as I threw him, I was immediately transferred to bed.

I lie in bed, around the sprites talking among themselves about something, there is zero attention to me. After some time I wake up already for real.

Findings:
1. Met a strange creature calf with a frog face.
2. I could not find the entrance to the dining room, although it is in real life.
3. Confessed after I pulled myself up through the ceiling.
4. I saw strange papers with numbers.
5. The wine cat cave - it was an experiment on another forum - to get into the cave's dream space. "Wine Cat" - created this cave in his LD. A separate sign was blue.
6. Felt that I myself create this space, or rather, my subconscious.
7. An interesting girl character. Acted quite reasonably.
8. Create sprites and create an object by the power of thought did not work.
9. The knife, like a boomerang, did not return to the hand.
10. Caught FW - false waking.

Slept later and woke earlier than usual.

I had some dream and as I awoke to it on FA. I Djed in my FA. Then I FAed again and Djed there. I realized whats up so I decided to wake up, slight lucidity - intention to wake to DJ. And so I Djed and FAed again. I looked at my DJ and it had stuff I wrote earlier but this was a dream. But since the dream words stayed, I was tricked by the dream. The dream dj had noted "ego" or something like that.

I left the bedroom and it was an apartment there, felt like it faced the west, the window or veranda did. I shared the bed with one or two ppl, we slept together on that bed. They were already up and in the living. Interacted with them. The dream gave me impression that I was dating them. I went back to bedroom, thought maybe I'd do the laundry.

I checked my dj and it still had stuff written on it. But there were blocks dancing around... Should be obvious that its a dream but no. I awake and check my dj to see if I wrote anything down but it was blank.
...

Notes :
I begin to have these FADJs often as I restart Djing consistently. They can lead to ld but can be annoying since I'm trying to dj instead doing dream things. Eventually you realize what's up and get lucid. But how do I improve this?

There's something to this though. I noticed something. You sort of recollect dream memories and get better at it. You get faster and better at it and as you do, you sort of have more time to get lucid? You begin with retroactive lucidity by djing and it becomes more present. You're transcrbing a story of your subconscious and, as you get faster you catch up to it. And when you are consistently faster than the story, then that's when you are consistently ahead of the dream, or lucid, dream control.. Etc

You transform from a transcriber into a writer of your own dreams.

Just my thoughts. Be it like staying "fit" in certain aspects. Staying fit with what? I think Blake said it, "I've forgotten, I must remember". REMember what?

I've forgotten, I must remember.

33 ОС. Вещий сон про лампочку. 25 декабря 2011

Итак сниться мне сон, что я нахожусь в своей комнате. Свет начинает мигать , потом отключается, на некоторое время включился заново. Я иду проверять в подъезд - всё ли там в порядке. В подъезде свет тоже мигает. Захожу домой на кухню беру яйцо размером с лампочку, и ещё одно поменьше - пошёл вкручивать. Мама мне говорит: "Нет это не подойдёт здесь резьба другая". Дотрагиваюсь до яйца - оно хрупкое. Иду обратно на кухню разбиваю эти яйца на сковородку, делаю яичницу так сказать. Возвращаюсь уже в зал, там тоже выключается свет. Бабушка говорит: "Может свет отключили". "Нет", -говорю я: "Видишь телевизор то работает". Захожу опять в спальню. Там то же лежит бабушка. Начинаю её перетаскивать к той которая в зале. Тут и осознаюсь.
"Стоп, что за бред?! Почему две бабушки. А это сон!"
Спрайт бабушки тут же исчезает. Я начинаю хлопать в ладоши, говоря - Свет зажгись. Не зажёгся. Закрываю глаза, с желанием, что когда открою свет был. Не вышло. Закрываю ещё раз глаза, и чувствую, что меня вытягивает из сна. Сопротивляться не стал - уж больно, мне не нравилась атмосфера этого сна.

После этого опять заснул, запомнил несколько снов, но осознания в них уже не было. Уже утром в реале включаю в комнате свет, и бац! Лампочка перегорает. Беру другую, вкручиваю. Свет зажёгся и тут же погас - вторая перегорела. Вкручиваю третью - вообще не включается, с резьбой не порядок был. Только когда вкрутил четвёртую, тогда свет появился.

Выводы:
1. Приснился вещий сон. Хотя и бытового плана.
2. Первоначально был неосознанный сон с мигающим светом и яйцом-лампочкой.
3. Осознался из-за того, что увидел двух одинаковых персонажей.
4. Зажечь свет не получилось. Метод желания не сработал.

33 LD. A prophetic dream about a light bulb. December 25, 2011

So I have a dream that I am in my room. The light starts blinking, then turns off, for a while it turns on again. I'm going to check the staircase landing - is everything okay there. At the staircase landing, the light also flashes.
I go home to the kitchen and take an egg the size of a light bulb, and another smaller one - I went to screw it.
Mom says to me: "No, it won’t fit here another thread." I touch the egg - it is fragile. I’m going back to the kitchen, breaking these eggs into a frying pan, making scrambled eggs, so to speak.
I am already returning to the hall, the light also turns off there. Grandmother says: "Maybe the lights went out." “No,” I say: “You see the TV is working.”

I go back to the bedroom. There is the same grandmother. I begin to drag it to the one in the hall. Here I also confess.
"Stop, what nonsense ?! Why two grandmothers. And this is a dream!"
Grandma’s sprite immediately disappears. I begin to clap my hands, saying - Light come on. Do not light up.
I close my eyes, with the desire that when I open the light was. It didn’t work out. I close my eyes again, and I feel that I am being pulled out of dream. I didn’t resist - it was painful, I didn’t like the atmosphere of this dream.

After that he again fell asleep, remembered several dreams, but there was no longer awareness in them. Already in the morning in real life I turn on the light in the room, and bam! The light goes out. I take another, screw in. The light came on and immediately went out - the second burned out. I screw the third one - it does not turn on at all, there was no order with the thread. Only when I twisted the fourth, then the light appeared.

Findings:

1. I had a prophetic dream. Although a domestic plan.
2. Initially, there was an unconscious dream with a blinking light and an egg-bulb.
3. Confessed due to the fact that he saw two identical characters.
4. The light failed. The desire method did not work.

32 ОС. Комп во сне. Вторая попытка позвонить Nomad.
24 декабря 2011
Осознался сидя за компом. Сидел в интернете, браузер был открыть - искать не понадобилось. Решил в поиски набрать своё имя. Выпал сначала Бунин, потом Блок. Своего имени я так и не нашёл. Тогда решил в поиске набрать Nomad выпало имя Виктория, потом какая то картинка и расплывчатыми английскими буквами на этой картинке надпись Paste. Время от времени в интернете появлялось видео. Сильно разглядывать я его не стал, чтобы не попасть в сюжет. Вспомнил, что читал на форуме, как просовывали руки сквозь экран телевизора. Решил проверить это на экране монитора. Ага щас, проверил - стекло, как и в реале! Было заметно, что персонажи бегающие в видео время от времени смотрят на меня. Тогда я решил нацелить на них палец и "расстрелять". Получилось, многие персы полегли за экраном монитора Smile. Сам же я никаких ощущений не испытывал. Оторвался от экрана монитора. Решил на этот раз позвонить Nomad через домашний телефон. Поднимаю трубку, мне голос "телефонистки" говорит: "Наберите исходящие номера". Сработала логика сна. Набрать исходящие номера - это значит набрать все кнопки, кроме кнопки входящие. Набираю, слышу женский голос, читающий какую то лекцию о спасении мира. Я прерываю этот голос и спрашиваю: "Ты Nomad?" Голос замолк, и никакого ответа не дал. Забыл написать, что всё это время я записывал во сне результаты своих наблюдений на листочек, чтобы не забыть в реале.
Поговорив по телефону я решил пойти на кухню. На кухни сидели мама и бабушка. Осознанность ослабла. Мне пришла в голову мысль, что я сейчас в реалтайме, они же сидят сейчас в реале, и не видят меня. Походил вокруг них. Попробовал просунуть руку сквозь них, вроде как получилось, но я в этом не уверен. Тут ещё возник один момент: Я наблюдал как мама пьёт чай из банки сгущёнки, её чувствами. Т.е как бы вошёл в её тело. После решил выйти к соседям, но передумал. Решил проверить найду ли я несуразности в разговоре между мамой и бабушкой. Несуразности я не нашёл, но их было полно. В этот момент я ещё спрайтам задавал вопросы, на некоторые из них они отвечали, а некоторые игнорировали. Смысл их фраз сводился к тому, что мама случайно ушла в тапочках на работу (и это зимой то). Далее про маминого начальника, что он вылил себе стакан воды на пузо. И они на работе думали, что он шутит, а оказывается он больной и чёрный как в скафандре. На этом бреде я и проснулся.

Выводы:
1. Во сне можно лазить в интернете. Страницы отличаются от реальных.
2. Просунуть руку сквозь компьютерный экран не вышло.
3. Удалось пальцем расстрелять персонажей в экране компа.
4. В телефоне ответил голос телефонистки.
5. В ОСе сбоила логика. Частично терял осознанность.
6. Вошел в тело персонажа. Почувствовал ее чувства.
7. Не сумел во сне найти несуразности в разговоре, хотя их было навалом.

32 LD. Comp in a dream. The second attempt to call Nomad.
December 24, 2011

Confessed to sitting at the computer. I sat on the Internet, the browser was open - no need to search. I decided to search for my name. Bunin fell first, then Block. I never found my name. Then I decided to search for typing Nomad the name Victoria fell out, then some kind of picture and the words Paste in vague English letters in this picture.
From time to time a video appeared on the Internet. I did not look at it strongly, so as not to get into the plot. I remembered reading on the forum how they put their hands through the TV screen. I decided to check it on the monitor screen. Yeah right now, I checked - glass, as in real life!
t was noticeable that the characters running in the video occasionally look at me. Then I decided to point a finger at them and “shoot”. It turned out that many characters were killed behind the monitor screen.
I myself did not experience any sensations. I looked up from the monitor screen.


I decided this time to call Nomad via my home phone. I pick up the phone, the voice of the "telephone operator" says to me: "Dial outgoing numbers." The logic of dream worked. To dial outgoing numbers means to dial all the buttons except the incoming button.
I gather, I hear a female voice, giving some lecture on saving the world. I interrupt this voice and ask: "Are you Nomad?" The voice fell silent, and did not give any answer.
I forgot to write that all this time I wrote in a dream the results of my observations on a piece of paper, so as not to forget in real life.

After talking on the phone, I decided to go to the kitchen. Mom and grandmother sat in the kitchen. Awareness weakened. It occurred to me that I was now in "realtimeworld", they are now sitting in real life and they don’t see me.
I walked around them. I tried to stick my hand through them, sort of happened, but I'm not sure about that.

There was another moment: I watched my mother drink tea from a can of condensed milk, her feelings. Ie as if entered her body.

After that I decided to go to the neighbors, but changed my mind. I decided to check whether I would find absurdities in the conversation between mom and grandmother. I did not find absurdity, but they were full. At this point, I still asked sprites questions, they answered some of them, and some ignored. The meaning of their phrases boiled down to the fact that mom accidentally left in slippers for work (and this is winter). Further, about my mother’s boss, that he poured himself a glass of water on his belly. And at work they thought that he was joking, but he turned out to be sick and black as in a spacesuit. On this nonsense, I woke up.

Findings:
1. In a dream, you can climb on the Internet. Pages are different from real ones.
2. Putting your hand through the computer screen did not work.
3. I managed to shoot characters with my finger on the computer screen.
4. The telephone operator answered in the telephone.
5. The logic failed in the LD. Partially lost consciousness.
6. Entered the character’s body. I felt her feelings.
7. I was not able in a dream to find absurdities in the conversation, although they were in bulk.

31 ОС.Позвонить Nomad.
24 декабря 2011
Проснулся утром наверное ещё в 4 утра. Стал засыпать повторяя про себя фразу: "Позвонить Nomad, позвонить Nomad…" Снится сон, будто я держу на кровати сотовый телефон и набираю Nomad. Типа у меня в списке контактов он был. Долгое время набирал, потом додумался поднести к уху. Сразу слышу голос, но мешают помехи. Практически ничего не разобрал, но сказал предмет. Потом думаю, а вдруг я в реале разговариваю. Возникает ЛП, где мама меня спрашивает который час. Просыпаюсь по настоящему - мама спит. Снова лег спать.

Выводы:
0) Это был первый ОС за ночь из двух.
1) В телефоне помехи мешали услышать слова.
2) Словил ложное просыпание.

31 LD. Call Nomad.
December 24, 2011

I woke up in the morning probably at 4 a.m. I began to fall asleep repeating to myself the phrase: “Call Nomad, call Nomad ...” I have a dream, as if I were holding a cell phone on the bed and dialing Nomad. Like in my contact list he was. I typed for a long time, then I thought of bringing it to my ear. Immediately I hear a voice, but the interference is in the way. Almost did not understand, but said the subject. Then I think, and suddenly I'm talking in real life. There is a false waking up, where my mother asks me what time it is. I wake up for real - mom is sleeping. I went to bed again.

Findings:
0) It was the first LD in a night of two.
1) In the phone, interference prevented me from hearing words.
2) I caught false waking.