We were in this sort of park/playground/campus place(it looked like the sort of places in skateboarding games) and there was a kid (I know him in real life but forgot who) and he was trying to mess me up when I was playing with a truck or something, so later I left, and later it was nighttime and I was walking with Cooper or Winston and went into the courtyard middle area, where there was all this grass and beautiful fireflies everywhere, little glowing lights. Some of them were blue, and I walked up to a person who was also looking crouched down looking at a big blue firefly. Then later I was invited to Japanese club of a different "division" or something, and I went, but I let the dog go home on it's own, and when I got there it was really really cool but I was worried about the dog, anyway I called Mom and stuff. Then later I had a false awakening and was talking to Mom face to face about it, asking if she could bring me home and she was like "sure, yeah of course" And eh. It was a really really beautiful dream.
Playing Mario trying to find a new course to buy, there was one with us going through a goomba shaped tube, and as we went goombas would fly/be happened upon (by us) and we'd have to dodge them. One like a really cool roller coaster, lots of peach ones, one where it's just a coil that ends in a far-throwing sling into space. After there was a different dream, with neighbors. There was a neighbor who's black and had a daughter, she threw something small like half a carrot sized toy at another nieghbor's house, accidentally. The nieghbor's were furious and wanted to take up legal action/moral high ground/ it was farther back in time where everyone could have been enraged to hate this man. Mom/me tried to cool things down with them, inviting them or suggesting he invite them for dinner. There were other neighbors who were both of them were girls, but one of them was transgender---I need to go get ready for school.
Dreams starts off with me having problems with my family. I felt something was off with myself as my head felt unusually active. And I felt unreasonably angry, I was arguing with my father and with my brother which escalated in to fight with him. As this happens I felt even more distraught and my head began to vibrate intensely. It got to the point that my entire body felt numb and weightless and I began to float upwards off the ground in a horizontal position about a few inches off the ground. I remember screaming and making random sounds that I could not control. I look at the wall and could only see words that were affiliated with the bible. It said something about God and saw many symbols of satan. I then feel body back on the floor, I was standing. Every word that came out of my mouth was unintelligible. I sounded distorted and focus my intention on my brother. I had pick him up and hang him outside attempting to murder him by throwing him outside the window. My father and some other person that I have no knowledge of yelled for me to stop. I somehow gain enough control to violently toss my brother back on the room floor. My family look at me in confusion and my brother began to speak by saying he would never forgive me. I couldn't completely tell what was going on but was then finding myself leaving the house away from them. I then eventually after the dream change began to show great signs of lucidity. I knew now that I had been dreaming but was still somewhat receptive to the feeling of fear. I went back to the old home I grew up in. I wanted to make sure that I had dreamt this and that it didn't happen in real life. I went to the old mirror and did the palm rc. Where my finger should go through my palm. I didn't several times while looking in the mirror but it wouldn't work. I began to feel sick to stomach. I knew that I was dreaming and that the dream must've not been working for the rc. I decided to wake up.
Date: March/9/2019 I woke up sensing negativity and discomfort in my last dream, but I couldn't remember it. It slowly came back to me, though, and I remembered how I was down in the ground floor (where the cars are) of the Bangalore apartment. There was a little M&M or something on the floor, and it got shattered or something. My relatives were there, I can't remember which ones though, (the fact that they were related to me was more important than whom they actually were). They were attacking me and criticizing me a lot. My neighbor's dog, Kuku, was also present. The next part of the dream, the flight, was when I was boarding a connecting flight in Vietnam. In the dream, I was hearing that there would be work experience opportunities in the next part of my dream, and that made me quite excited because it's more work experience which I can put on my university application. In any case, there were two lines. One line was for people who had a boarding pass, and the other was for people who had their passports. This makes no sense because obviously anybody needs a boarding pass to go on a plane (and a passport, a lot of the time, too) but I didn't have a boarding pass. Turns out I was standing in the wrong line, the line for the boarding pass people, but I had a passport. So I moved to the other line, and started standing there. Eventually, I got to the attendant, and he asked me where I wanted to sit. I said that I didn't really mind, but then I corrected myself and asked for a window seat. He then turned on his monitor and started explaining the different locations and areas and seating plans in the airplane, and asked me "Where do you think you'd get the best charging power?" I said I didn't care because all I was going to do was sleep. He said "alright." My English teacher was behind me, and he was listening to the conversation. Then, I went on the plane and fell asleep at seats next to my friends, which were near windows, but the seats were perpendicular to how they'd normally be. The back of the airplane had "first class", which included beds etc. Quite weird, and I think I was eating some sort of sandwich/burger thing on the plane [I had KFC with buns last night for dinner, so that might have been it, in my dream]. The last dream was vivid enough. We were going to ride some sort of zipline kind of thing (it looked more like a ski lift), but you had to pedal. Everybody else got on it and went, but my friend and I were taking too long to get ready. They arrived after 45 minutes. I was trying to find money to pay them in, it was one dollar per person, I asked the Vietnamese guy for the conversion rate and he said 23,000 Dong for one dollar. Then, we got on, after everybody else arrived and the teachers said that other people could go or we could go again if we wanted. We were also reminded that we should not completely leave the "zipline" if we stopped by at any of the shops to "buy something" because the zipline thing (it was really a ski lift, like I've said) would continue on without us. We were immediately flung by the zipline thing (which we didn't even have to pedal or anything on) forward, and we were at the top of a mall or something. I took my phone out and started recording, and then put it back in. We swooped down near the people in the food court who were eating, and asked them if we could have some of their food. This one guy had beef jerky in a box, so I took some of it, and then continued. For the next part of the dream, I was down there (not on the zipline) for some reason. It was my grandma's birthday and everyone started singing "happy birthday" to her. I remember they didn't repeat "happy birthday" but they instead said something else very weird, I don't remember what, not her name though.
Date: March/8/2019 I've forgotten a lot of the first dream, but the part I remember is as follows. I step outside of a building, in which something pertinent was probably going on (I've forgotten it though). Then, I go to the carpark and my grandpa's driver and assistant in India is there, and he's just standing there. Some people are using a spray gun to wet the ceiling of the car park, and I take one and start doing it as well. This kid from school [who commonly makes racist phrases in reference to me] takes the spray gun and aims it at me, and it's really hurting me. I physically attack him and wrestle him to the floor, and then start trying to punch him. A car pulls up and at first I think it might be an ambulance, but it's a police car. The policeman steps out, he's a short guy and he's wearing traditional Arab clothes, and I begin to explain to him what this kid was doing to me. The other dream took place on some sort of cruise or something like that. My roommate isn't the one he was in Vietnam, it's somebody else, from my Gold trekking group. My physics teacher is there as well, as he was on the trip. There are different shower sections there, in little stalls scattered around. The stalls don't have genders. My friend forgets his stuff in the room or something but we don't have a key to go through the main way, so he has to go around the outside, near a beach or something. I go and take a shower in one of the stalls, and come out wearing a huge towel around myself, and drying off slowly before I go and wear my clothes. My towel is tied around me like a suit. I go and sit down near one of my friends and his girlfriend. I also have memories of riding a bike in this dream, near a bunch of cars. I remember how I wasn't able to ride a bike at the mountain biking on my Vietnam trip [(that happened in real life)] but I could do so in this dream for some weird reason. I was biking near a lot of cars etc, so I felt like I was in an unsafe region, but I was still confidently biking away with little to no worries.
I'm at church and there's a couple of people lying on the floor around me. It seems to be night, I decided to get up and open the church door as I believe I heard someone approaching near me. I hear it again coming closer to me from the woods. I begin to run on a trail not far from me. I then hear the person that sounds like a man yell randomly. I become lucid and jump which always somehow makes me jump and stay in the air for a long period of time covering a lot of ground and distance. As I finish two jumps that seem to put a massive distance between me and where I was previously. I still could hear the man voice not far behind me. I did not find this amusing and observe my environment which seem to be with inside a city. I decided the logical answer to fix this situation is to simply wake up as I have work to go to soon and knew I was oversleeping. I wake up.
Because I started trying to lucid dream late in life it took prodigious effort to achieve the relatively few LD’s I have so far managed…and I’m struggling to get back on it. Although I haven’t got Alzheimers there’s a definite deterioration in my lower mental functions. But still I’m trying. Why? Because LD’ing triggered an interest (directly and indirectly) in Buddhism, meditation, NDE (Near Death Experience) and reincarnation. Why? Because I’m increasingly convinced there’s a form of afterlife. Not the religious meeting with a (male?) God and somehow ascending to heaven…although there’s a whole raft of professing religious people who wouldn’t have a chance in hell of getting there. I think the Buddhists may be nearer to the answer. Why? Because of DMT (N,N-Dimethyltryptamine)…an amazingly potent pyschedelic apparently. Britain’s NHS and Imperial College London found a link between DMT and NDE. One link I’ve found between LD, NDE and the Buddhist Book of the Dead, us lucid dreamers know only too well. Forgetting the dream or not realising we are dreaming. DMT users say the same thing. Dead practicing Buddhists have to be read to after death else they don’t notice the all important dawning of the radiant light that occurs and gives them the chance to achieve Nivarna. Why? Like us there needs to be increased awareness in sleep, trip or death…or the chance is missed. It’s all linked folks PS What do American Indians call death? Dream time.
My aunt told me not to pee on the toilet seat. -+- I was sitting outside in my old neighborhood by the entrance road with some OTD friends from high school. They were talking about what careers they had wanted to go into once they got out of school. Some people were showing a large set of paintings they had made in the meantime. While I was sitting with them I took note of how cold it was and how I didn’t actually recognize anyone present, and that the socialization was kind of meaningless. A nose pinch reality check was what got me lucid. I simply ignored the dream characters and took off flying. I don’t know what i was looking for but I haven’t been going into any lucid dreams with proper intention so I just tend to do whatever. I took off and flew over the swamp of my old neighborhood. At one point my flying puttered out and I came back to the ground in the middle of the marsh, but I was able to get it started again without much fuss. I flew into the woods behind my neighborhood. My intention had become to explore boundary breaking, the idea of getting outside of a pre-constructed dream environment, or the sort of mental map you have of a location such as the neighborhood you grew up in. I know (IRL) theres a woods to the north of the neighborhood but I’ve never been back there all the way and I don’t have a good idea of the town in that direction since it turns into countryside. So by traveling there And I’ve got the idea that I have a harder time preforming proper dream control when I’m in an enviroment that resembles a place from waking life because my brain is fixated on reality. I came into the woods and started flying. There was a vaugely outlined dirt path or walking trail and above it on the right hand side was a large sakura tree. On one side the branches had grown (or had been groomed to grow) in a circular pattern, making a hoop that I could fly through. If “took the dream’s offer” so to speak and flew through it. I realized I was getting out of the dream enviro when the season started changing before my eyes from winter to autumn. Trees sprouted leaves which within seconds turned to reds, yellows and oranges. I continued to follow the path which turned into a wide dirt road that let out over two huge lakes in a sandy flat. To either side of me was a desert, dunes of sand rising in the distance. Huge mining excavator machines were driving about in the endless desert. Right in front of me were the two lakes. I noticed that vaguely, the resembled the shape of the ponds behind my own house, but upscaled and with sandy bottoms. There were even a few houses resembling the ones At one point I landed in one of them. I was barefoot in dream and felt the wet underwater sand between my toes, picking it up for some dream stabilization as I went, before taking off again. Sure there were still elements of a waking life environment but they were overruled by the fantastical ones. I took off again, finding the other lake drained into the ocean. The sky was clear and blue and the sun was warm. I looked out over the water and saw a cruise ship (old style, red, black and white with yellow smoke stacks like the titanic) way off on the horizon. I decided I would fly to it and land and explore what was there. I started to fly out over the ocean. I saw a submarine surface between where I was and the cruise liner. As soon as it surfaced it started to fire large missiles at me. I grabbed all of the missiles in a telekinetic grasp by holding my arms up, and I held them in place in the air; like Neo stopping the bullets in the matrix. I sent an electric pulse through them to disable the bombs and let them drop into the ocean. I’ve been taking a more passive approach to dealing with hostility in dreams, and trying to avoid fighting unless I have to or specifically want a superpowered dream fight. The dream changed, the sea turned into flat ground. I landed to inspect it. It was flat white ground of an arbitrary material. It didn’t seem to be stone, wood, metal, or plastic. The ground was white and the sky was now dark and full of stars. I looked down and I saw these geometric shapes. Cubes folding around some kind of ring in a difficult-to-describe kaleidoscope fashion as though they were traveling across higher dimensions. These huge towers rose up out of the ground; reminding me something of stacks of mattresses, however they were covered in strange colors and symbols and seemed to be made of the same arbitrary material. I lost the dream and woke up. Thinking back its interesting how I had a desire to leave the mundane and enter the fantastical and the dream concluded in a fully abstract environment.
I am going to Kohl’s with Melissa. When we get inside, I’m not sure I see Melissa anymore. I get into a pretty long line that winds its way through what looks like the home section. I notice at least a couch or two. I then realize I haven’t even looked at clothes, so there is no reason I should be waiting in this line to check out. For whatever reason, my leaving this line seems like it could be suspicious. And as soon as I leave the line and start to enter the men’s clothes section, an older male employee attends to me. He asks what I’m looking for or need, and I tell him ‘a bathroom’. He walks me to a door in this small hallway. The sign says women and/or has a woman figure; I start to tell him this, but he simply opens the door, clearly revealing urinals within. This supersedes the sign, so I enter. Instead of the urinals, I begin using a square cut out in the stone floor full of water, watching it tipple and yellow. I know the man is waiting outside. I think he is going to be hovering like this while I shop as well.
Date: 3/7/2018 I didn't write down this dream even after I woke up in the middle of the night, which is a huge mistake on my part. I have to start doing this. All I can remember now is that I was in my house, and a bunch of friends were over for some reason. There was something on the third floor of my house or something that we were trying to reach, but my friends were accessing it through the backyard by climbing up a tree. There was a "supervisor" dude who was there, he was reminiscent of the guy who supervised our Duke of Edinburgh Gold practice.
Date: March/6/2019 We're walking near some minority people or something, and our guide tells us that we should watch out for the color of these people, but he reminds me the blue ones are okay. We are walking down one path and begin to be attacked by bees, so we're all running. I stop running after I hear the bees speak, and I stop the bees and tell them why we're here, and the bees join us in our mission to continue searching for the minority people. I do not think we find them at any point, and I don't think the bees begin to attack us again. For some reason, I'm trying to do a push-thumb-through-hand reality check in this dream, and it isn't working. My thumb doesn't go through my hand, so I conclude it isn't a lucid dream. [This is ridiculous, it seems like the nose plug RC is the only one which wants to work.] In the next part of the dream, I'm walking by a huge glasshouse in Vietnam, the kind I saw towards the end of my Duke of Edinburgh trek. My grandpa is walking with us, and I ask him how he likes to be referred to. He states some Arab name, which makes little sense (we're not Arabs). NOTE: I was reading earlier today about a lucid dreamer who dreamed some stuff in Arabic (he was Arab) so it could have been because of that And finally, I dreamed that a bunch of kids were in my father's room in the Bangalore apartment we have. In the kitchen, something is cooking, my mom is there.
Updated 03-07-2019 at 03:37 AM by 96112
Date: 3/6/2019 I had three dreams this night, but one of them had like three times the content so it was almost like six dreams! The first dream featured me playing the Dark Souls "enemy onslaught" mod. I don't even remember if that's a real thing! In any case, I started out at the Northern Undead Asylum, being ganked by dozens of hollows. I only had my broken weapon so I couldn't really fight them very well, and each one only dropped a few souls so I remember distinctly having 24 souls in the dream. The game then started to become Dark Souls 2 or something, which was weird. I ran all the way to the Pursuer fight, which is obviously impossible as you have to kill the Last Giant first, and you have to obviously be playing the second game for that. I was thinking "okay, I can just ballista cheese him for souls" but when I ran all the way to the beginning of the fight, the entrance was covered in rubble and I couldn't enter. The second dream was very weird. I dreamed that on the IB organization website that my school uses, Managebac, someone posted an entire page talking about me in a very malicious and objectifying way. [Note: In real life, I have been stalking this person on reddit out of curiosity.] I was wondering whether or not I should talk to someone about it, because it was damaging to me, and I was contemplating which teacher at my school I should contact. I then recall telling someone in my next dream that it was a hypnagogic experience. They seemed to know what I was talking about. In the next part of the dream, I think I was in Vietnam or something, and only I could enter the museum we were going to as we had to be from a country with an "authenticated military." The UK and the US were identified as having "authenticated militaries", but India wasn't, so my mother and father couldn't enter the museum. I asked them if I could go anyways and that I'd take plenty of pictures for them. When we entered the mausoleum, I think this was the point at which I was telling someone about my hypnagogia (it wasn't hypnagogia, obviously, it was just a dream). I was handed a map on how to navigate the inside of the mausoleum, which showed the paths as being very weird and twisty, non-Euclidean like in Lovecraft. In any case, I was trying to navigate the mausoleum, and filming everything in it. Turns out halfway through that I was actually just in a museum which showed the life progress of the rapper Eminem. The next part of the museum had a section regarding the bullying that Eminem dealt with when he grew up, which was weird. I checked my phone to find out I had been videoing for 9 hours, and that I could either turn back and go back to the beginning, or I could progress through the museum. I was scared to do either, because I didn't want to miss out but I also didn't want to be late, so that dilemma was present. Afterwards, I found out that there were multiple different clinics in the museum, all belonging to the plastic surgeon Sargar Patel [whom I recognize as he posts a lot on /r/plasticsurgery, which I used to frequent out of curiosity regarding the incels who posted there]. I ask my friend who's with me if he recognizes the name, and he says "yes". I locate the doctor and begin questioning him why he has so many fake clinics and excessive advertising on the internet, and he smiles at me and says "marketing" or something [I don't really remember]. Then, the dream ends.
Date: 3/5/2018 This dream made absolutely zero sense whatsoever, just like the Phantom Menace. The dream starts off with me in my Duke of Edinburgh Gold trekking groups, and we are walking through a series of rooms which are connected by a small entrance. I ask my friend if he likes RedLetterMedia, and he says he likes their show "Half In The Bag." In the last room, there is a bunch of different floor sections, each one dedicated to a character. I think one of them was dedicated to Dexter Jettster who was a character that Mike made fun of in the Phantom Menace review.
I am walking through a city. This city looks like downtown but is supposed to be NYC I think. I’m thinking that it looks familiar and then sure enough, I see a ‘Libby’ street. Now, Mom and Makayla are with me and we’re in an area that seems a little less congested. I don’t see any people, and I hadn’t earlier either. The only person we pass is a thin guy who is walking slowly and looks a little tweaked out. He’s muttering to himself and I think also hissing. I pick up a stray, sharp rock just in case. He ends up walking right behind us and then talking to me. He’s pretty incoherent, but also threatening enough to where I slam the rock against his forehead twice. It doesn’t look like it made a mark or an effect. The guy just seems totally out of it.
Date: January 2018 I dream that I am a child sitting on the floor of the area between the kitchen and the table in my grandma's house in Bangalore, India. There is a phenomenal sense of comfort, warmth, and happiness. NOTE: The sense of comfort, warmth, and happiness which I felt in this dream was so powerful I spent several days after the dream depressed that I could not relive those memories nor feel those emotions as vividly as in the dream.
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